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every time i listen to “you’re a mean one mr. grinch” i can’t help but sit there and think “what did the grinch do to hurt you?” because dude just stands there for 2 minutes and 58 seconds and drags the grinch into the dirt

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Spoil Me - Koushi Sugawara

warnings: NSFW, dom!suga, lil degrading…. lotta praise!

word count: 4498

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This was your worst nightmare. Never in a million years did you think that you were stupid enough to do it, but here you are. Running for your life to the gym where your best friends were practicing, praying to gods that Daichi is strict about no one being on their phones. Because while you were taking very… not school appropriate photos… you accidentally sent one to your best friend, Koushi Sugawara. You didn’t live too far from the school, so you were hoping that by the time you got to the gym that the boys would still be practicing. You could take Suga’s phone, delete the photo, and act like nothing happened.

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Jealousy (Peter Parker)

Prompts 4&6 in fluff

word count: 1205

requested? yup! by @the-crazy-fanfictionist​

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You wanted to either punch him in the face or slam your textbook continuously into your own face until you die. 

Thanks to your teacher being overbearing and constantly wanting you to “live up to your full potential” you were forced into tutoring. At first you really didn’t mind it, but then the most annoying student ever walked through the library doors and b-lined straight for you. Flash Thompson. 

“Y/N!” he greeted happily, “You mind if I sit here?" 

"Actu-”

“Great!” he interrupted before dropping his books onto the table in a very loud manner, causing the librarian to give you angry eyes. You shot her an apologetic smile and turned to Flash.

“Flash, I’m not here for happy hour, I’m a tutor,” you sneered at him, “And this is a library, so I would appreciate it if you would either get lost or just shut up, okay?" 

Flash ignored you as he noisily flicked through his book until he found the chapter he was searching for, "So I’m like super behind in Mr. Neely’s class, think you can do my homework?" 

"No Flash.”

He looked up at you with confused eyes, “I mean I’ll pay you?" 

With a huff you closed your book and glared daggers at him, "Payment is not the issue, Flash. I am a tutor, not a rent-a-nerd." 

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Locker Room s.s

word count: 2703

summary: Stiles and Y/N are talking outside the locker rooms before the cross country meet in S3A

WARNINGS: SMUT

“So how does it feel being the only girl on the cross country team?” Stiles asked as he stood outside the girl’s locker room with you. You were going to go in to change, but Stiles pulled you aside to talk about Scott’s condition. 

“I’m not the only one,” you counter with a smirk, “You’re on the team too.”

Stiles glared down at you, “That was not okay. You are rude. I do not like you,"  

He went to walk away but you grabbed onto his arm, laughter flowing past your lips. Stiles stopped and looked back at you, admiring the way your eyes crinkled when you laughed. He turned towards you, looking you up and down as he waited for you to stop. It didn’t register at first. The way he was looking at you. You don’t think he even realized the hunger his eyes held as they scavenged your body. You stopped and looked up at him with innocent eyes. 

"You know you love me,” you teased him before sticking your tongue out at him playfully. He didn’t speak, just looked down at you with dark needy eyes. The emotion in his eyes caused your knees to weaken and buckle, he’d never looked at you like this before but you were silently hoping it would become a reoccurring thing. 

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There are very few places twee enough that a shop could get away with this name. Apparently my new neighbourhood is one of them.

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Shy Eyes 7 f.w.

Y/N and Fred walked through the castle hand-in-hand until they reached the one-eyed-witch passage. Y/N looked up at him as they stopped in front of it, waiting for the corridor to be cleared completely. She hadn’t heard of this passage before, but she didn’t know about a lot of things until she met Fred. He smiled down at her, and mouthed ‘wait’ as he faced the witch.  

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Shatter s.s

“I can’t handle this anymore, Stiles!” Y/N screamed on the top of her lungs. Her entire body felt like it was on fire but at the same time it was sickeningly cold and numb. Tears poured out of her eyes at a rapid pace, alarming the poor boy who stood just feet away from her. 

“Y/N breathe! Please, please just breathe,” he tried to calm her, approaching her cautiously. She was a ticking time bomb that he was afraid would blow and take down everything within miles of the two, but he wasn’t afraid of being the one to dismantle her. His hands reached up to her fact, wiping the flowing tears as they left her eyes. 

“I can’t, Stiles! I can’t! I can’t breathe without feeling like I’m breathing in acid each time. I can’t just keep going on like this anymore. Everyone is acting like this is all normal, but I just can’t!” Y/N sobbed, her words coming out in stutters as she struggled to breathe. She was relatively new to the chaos that came with being a part of the McCall pack, but she was tough. Regardless of how she was taking it right now, Stiles knew that she would eventually become the toughest member of the team. 

“Baby, please,” Stiles spoke softly, pushing her hair back, “I need you to look at me, okay? Just look straight at me.” 

When she did, everything around her began to shake. She wasn’t able to keep her powers controlled when she was like this, but there was nothing that she could do at the moment. She felt like she was trying to crawl out of quicksand, but it was already up to her eyes.

“Stiles, you need to leave before I accidentally hurt you,” Y/N calmed slightly, focusing everything on him rather than the mess going on inside her head. 

“I’m not afraid.”

“Maybe you should be! I don’t even know what I can do! What if-”

“Y/N… I am not afraid of you. I am not afraid of what you can do. I have never been afraid of you, minus that time that you nearly hit me with a golf club but that’s irrelevant,” Stiles joked, holding her face in his palms, forcing her to look him in the eyes, “You are more than your power, baby. You control it, not the other way around. I know this is all stressful, trust me I get it- I’ve been here since the first full moon. I have had my fair share of breakdowns. Y/N, there is nothing to worry about, nothing will happen to you or me or even that idiot in a scarf. At the end of all this, you and I will be just as we always were. Together. Eating Pizza Rolls and fighting over what to watch on Netflix before giving up and rewatching Criminal Minds all night. I loved you without powers and I love you just as much, if not more, now. But I need you to calm down and breathe.”

Suddenly the room got still, the objects around them ceased their clattering as her eyes filled with tears, staring straight into the eyes of the boy she would give her life for, “Say that again, please.” 

Stiles chuckled and pushed her hair behind her ears, “Y/N, I love you.” 

Y/N felt air finally entering her lungs at his words, the numbness began to leave her body, “Again.” Her eyes were filled with daze. 

“I love you.”

For the first time since the bite, she felt like herself again. No fire, no quicksand, no terror, and no fear. Just… light. 

Y/N leaned forward and connected their lips together, causing Stiles to chuckle against her lips for a moment. The room began to fill with electricity until

The lightbulb broke above them. 

They pulled away in shock, staring up at the shattered bulb. Stiles placed his hand across his lips, sheltering his smile from the sheepish girl. She pointed up at the bulb and said, “That was my bad…” 

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YASSSS THATS MY BEST FRIEND 🥰🥰🥰🥰

NOW GIVE ME MORE!!! 😂

Shy Eyes pt 6

word count: 970

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“Yours, huh?” Y/N asked with a wide smile and bright red cheeks. She liked the sound of that... of being his. Not in a creepy possessive way or in a toxic controlling-relationship way... but in a hand holding, blood rushed cheeks, and cuddling by the fireplace way. She’d never wanted it more than right now, staring up at him as he tumbled over his words with his hand rubbing the back of his neck. A sign he was actually really nervous.

“Yeah you know,” he said in a shaky tone, “Like in a- a best friend type way, you know?” Fred’s words zapped the smile and blush straight off her face. Best friend way.

“Oh,” she said in a sigh, looking down at her feet as she rocked back and forth slightly. Fred analyzed her posture with a slight frown, before it slowly dawned on him. He put it all together, like a montage on super speed. The way her face turned bright red that day he winked at her in the Great Hall. How she let him borrow that book she was in love with, the same one he saw her carry in her arms like a baby for weeks. Teasing him and calling him handsome. The way she would unconsciously walk closer to him and then, when their hands would brush, she would turn bright red and apologize, but have a tiny smile on her face. Looking away each time their eyes would meet...

She likes him.

“Hey,” Fred spoke up after a moment, “tomorrow can you meet me out here at... 11?”

Y/N looked at him suspiciously, “You do mean in the morning right?”

Fred chuckled and ruffled her hair, “Yes, in the morning. I know you’d lose your mind if you were late to do your night routine.” Y/N blushed at the fact he remembered her babbling about her weirdly specific routine every night. “Speaking of which, you’re gonna be late to start your hair. Promise you’ll meet me tomorrow?”

Y/N didn’t hesitate to nod her head. She wouldn’t miss a chance to hang out with Fred.

“Great! See you tomorrow, Y/N,” Fred grinned before hugging her. But that wasn’t what killed her. What killed her... was when he leaned down and pecked her on her cheek.

“Sleep well,” Fred smirked, seeing the girl holding her hand onto her cheek with a stunned look on her face.

“Y-Yeah... you too.”

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Y/N didn’t know what to wear the next morning. It was a weekend so that meant no classes, which means she could wear regular clothes. So there she was, sitting in the floor of her dorm in a robe, looking like a hot mess. Her hair was still wet from her shower, her floor was covered in different muggle clothing brands, but nothing seemed good enough to see Fred in.

“Freya,” Amara sighed as she removed the pillow covering her face, “Please for the love of Merlin help her pick something!” Amara wasn’t one to get snippy, but she was up late last night listening to Y/N go on and on about Fred. None of the girls got a proper amount of sleep that night. Thanks to Fred.

Freya begrudgingly got up and looked at the mess of a pile before rolling her eyes and wandering to her own wardrobe. She pulled out a pair of shorts, fishnets, and a oversized black hoodie. It wasn’t really Y/N’s style, but when she put it on and looked in the mirror she couldn’t help but smile at herself. She looked pretty good. Freya ended the outfit with a pair of black combat boots before plopping back on her bed and telling Y/N to change and get lost. Y/N thanked her a million times before running out of the dorm at exactly 10:58. Passing Hufflepuffs in the common room looked at her with confused glances, but didn’t say a word since she was practically running out of the door.

When she made it through the portrait, she saw the back of Fred’s body. He was in blue jeans and a red plaid over shirt. When he turned she saw that he had a white teeshirt underneath. He looked... he looked really good. Her eyes wandered his body for a moment before smiling widely at him, her cheeks red.

“Hey,” she greeted breathlessly, as he looked at her with an amused smile.

“Your hair...” he chuckled, pulling a wet strand of hair forward and into her vision. Y/N groaned, feeling stupid for forgetting to do her hair.

“No worries,” he laughed, pulling out his wand and muttering a spell. Suddenly her hair flowed over her shoulders, dried completely with one strand braided. Like she always kept her hair. She pulled lightly on the braid, enjoying the fact that he noticed the exact place she would keep it. Fred took a moment to admire her. She looked stunning as usual. But right now, as she glanced at him with rosy cheeks and shy eyes… he felt his entire body melt in longing. He just wanted to hold her and… kiss her. But instead he just smiled his usual smile as he pushed the fallen hair behind her ear, softly stroking her cheek.

“Sorry I was rushing this morning,” she whispered bashfully, looking up at him through her eyelashes.

“You were nervous too?” She nodded in response before he smiled and reached forward, taking her hand, “Good because were breaking a couple rules today!”

With that he began walking, her struggling for a short moment to keep up before they matched paces. Him going slightly slower than normal pace so he could keep hold of her hand. Today was going to be the best day ever... it had to be.

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NO MAM!!! YOU. ANT JUST LEAVE ME LIKE THAT 😭

Shy Eyes pt 5 f.w.

Shy Eyes 1 

Shy Eyes 2

Shy Eyes 3

Shy Eyes 4

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Part 5! 

It’s kinda a filler chapter, my bad guys <3

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“I’m crazy for her George,” Fred sighed to his twin, his eyes not leaving the giggling girl at the Hufflepuff table. She was talking with her friends completely unaware of the fact that Fred was staring at her. Her friend, Gilbert, noticed however. But he didn’t say anything, slowly getting used to the fact that maybe Fred would be good for Y/N. He noticed big changes in her that day. How much brighter her smile was and how much she talked. She was never one to talk, more just a sit and listen type of person. But today she just couldn’t stop. She was coming out of her shell and Gilbert wouldn’t get in the middle of that. 

“Yeah Freddie, I’ve noticed,” George rolled his eyes at his twin, wondering how in the world he was related to him, “Have you tried telling her you like her?” George asked as he shoveled mac and cheese into his mouth in giant scoops. Fred glanced at him with an annoyed look. George knew good and well that Fred hadn’t admitted his feelings. He also knew that it was quite obvious to everyone except Fred that she liked him back. 

“I can’t do that,” Fred groaned as he took his eyes off the girl for the first time since he sat down, “imagine what she would say! I don’t want to ruin what we already have.” 

George didn’t answer, instead he just gave his twin a look and went back to his food. He knew one of them would crack eventually. Thankfully, he didn’t have to wait much longer. 

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Y/N saw Fred walking down the hall that night. She could tell it was him because of two things: 

1: how her heart began racing when he came into sight. 

2: he was walking towards the Hufflepuff common room. 

So she crept up behind him with a goofy grin on her face. Wanting to scare him but right before she went to jump at him, he turned around at lightening speed and lifted her up in a spin. Students bustled away from the two and she yelped in surprise and cling onto him. 

When Fred places her back onto her feet, he smiled down at her and pushed a couple stray hairs behind her face. She couldn’t help but smile back when he cupped her face in his hands and spoke gently, “Don’t you know better than to prank a prankster?” 

“I’ll get you one day,” Y/N spike in a determined tone, but slowly she was crumbling by the way he was looking at her. She doesn’t know of a single person who has ever looked at her like that. But she’s seen it in her dad’s eyes before. Whenever he would look at her mom. And that’s what got her. So she melted. Right there. In his palms and between his fingers. She was crazy for Fred Weasley. There was no denying it.

“You wish, little bit,” Fred said with a chuckle before poking her nose and stepping back from her. He hoped she couldn’t hear his heartbeat at that moment because with how hard it is pounding, he feared his chest might explode. Y/N felt the exact same way as she did her best to level her breathing. Being around him was like being high. It was like floating through the sky on a cloud that was slowly fading from beneath her, but she wasn’t scared. She wasn’t scared to fall because falling meant that there would be a chance that maybe Fred might be there to catch her. 

“So where were you headed to before my failed attempt at scaring you?” Y/N asked as she began to rock on the balls of her feet, her cheeks flushed with embarrassment. 

“I didn’t get to talk to you much today,” he admitted with a pout, “So I was hoping to catch you before you got to your common room, I guess you found me first.” 

Y/N laughed and crossed her arms in front of her chest with a smirk playing on her lips, “Are you saying the fearless prankster Fred Weasley actually missed little ole me?” Fred gave a fake laugh and stuck his tongue out at her. 

“Yes, loser,” Fred admitted as he wrapped his arms around her shoulders, directing her away from her common room. Y/N didn’t say anything since she had gotten used to him just whisking her away to places without warning or planning. She liked that about him, he was spontaneous. She never usually strayed from the normal day to day routine she had built throughout the years, so having someone so… well… unbalanced, was really refreshing to her. 

“How was your day?” Fred asked her as they strolled down the corridor, ignoring the prying eyes on them. It had only been about a week that they had become so close, so even though it feels natural to them… not so much for other people. 

“It was great!” Y/N cheered happily, skipping slightly in step with the long-legged boy, “Snape even complimented me!” Fred stopped for a moment and gawked at her in surprise before she went on, “Well I think it was a compliment… he said,” she stopped to mimic his voice, “Yours is not too dreadful, you’re dismissed.”

Fred laughed and shuffled her hair, causing her to spark up, “Look at you, my little teachers pet.” 

They both paused but Y/N couldn’t stop the smile from creeping onto her blushing face, “Yours, huh?”

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Yassssss

Shy Eyes pt 4 f.w.

PART 1 PART 2 PART 3

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Word count: 968

George stood between the two feuding girls, mainly against his will. Freya was a lot stronger than she appeared to be. George seemed amused but also kind of annoyed, he was hoping to get to the Great Hall and eat with his twin and friends. He successfully held y/n apart from Freya long enough to figure out half of the issue. He knew that Freya outed her to her friends about her crush, but they refused to tell him. He didn’t really care too much, not thinking it had any effect on him or his life. 

“Why are you so upset with her? So what she told your friends who you liked, doesn’t exactly mean you can murder her for it,” George explains to y/n who just sighs. 

“You don’t exactly get it, there’s a whole backstory to why my friends despise this particular person,” she huffed, crossing her arms in aggravation, “I was fine with Amara knowing, but you ratted me out to Gilly too!” her cheeks were puffed with air and George couldn’t help but mentally coo at how innocent the girl looked. 

“You wouldn’t tell us who it was, and I figured it out,” Freya stated, “I wasn’t even one hundred percent sure it was him. You know how bad with secrets I am! And don’t worry about Gilbert he won’t do anything.”

George chimed in, “Gilbert? You mean that Slytherin weirdo?” He quickly ate his words as the two turned to him with angry expressions. 

“Yeah he’s a Slytherin, got a problem with his house?” Y/N all but spat, glaring up at the rather tall boy. 

“Calm down,” George laughed while rolling his eyes, “Gotta say, little one, you’re not the scariest thing around here. That why you’ve got ‘Gilly’?” Freya’s eyes widened at the nickname he used for the boy, knowing just how much trouble he was getting himself into. She stepped back a few cautionary steps but never moved her eyes off of him. 

Y/N may not be very scary when she’s in her default mood, but right now she could make Voldemort piss himself.  She stepped towards the brave Gryffindor with a darkened expression, “Number one, Gilbert is one of my best friends in the entire world and I will not allow some unintelligent buffoon talk smack about him. Number two, just because he is Slytherin does not mean that he is whatever stereotype you thought up in your pea-sized brain. Number three, call him Gilly again and I will tear you piece by piece, okay?”

George stared down at the short girl with a shocked expression, but just smiled once she finished, “Wow you are cute. No wonder Fred’s so struck by you. Anyways I’m going to dinner.” With that he walked away with tinges of fear in his eyes, but he would never admit that the sweet Hufflepuff girl achieved at scaring him. 

“He’s what?” Y/N asked in a small tone, grabbing onto George’s arm and stopping him. George’s ‘eyes widened in realization that he just told on his twin. 

“Nothing, gotta bounce!” he said again before speed walking to his twin and Lee. 

With George out of sight, Y/N turned to face Freya once more, “You are still dead… but I’m hungry now. You have a few more hours to live,” she huffed before walked back to her friends at the Hufflepuff table. 

The next day was quite weird for Y/N. When she woke up her friends had already headed down for breakfast, so she got dressed quickly and headed out of the common room. When she stepped out she saw Fred Weasley leaned against the wall looking away from the portrait. So Y/N walked behind him and tapped his shoulder lightly, causing him to jump. 

“I’m not pranking anyone, I swear!” he says in an annoyed tone before looking down at the innocent face of Y/N. His cheeks got as red as his hair and his hand flew to his hair in a flustered motion, “Y/N!” 

“Fred!” she said in a mocking tone, “Why are you out here?” she didn’t sound suspicious or scared like the other Hufflepuffs that had walked out and noticed the mischief twin. 

“I was waiting on you, wondering if you wanted to have breakfast with me?” he sounded nervous, but Y/N ignored it thinking it was nothing. Instead she just gave him a sweet dimpled smile and nodded. 

“I would love that,” she giggles happily. They stood there a moment while Fred admired her. He couldn’t get enough of the pink tint that would flush her cheeks or the freckles that dotted around her nose. Then there were her lips, such a seductive body part, but all Fred could see was innocence. He wondered if her lips would taste like. Would they be sweet like honey? But before he could embarrass himself by staring at her any more, Y/N pointed in the direction of the Great Hall with a puzzled expression, “I’m actually quite hungry, should we go?” Fred broke out of his trance and smiled giddily. 

“After you, beautiful,” he said in a smooth tone, surprising both of them. He didn’t say anything after that because he wouldn’t dare take back the statement that she was beautiful. Why would he? She was gorgeous and he knew it. There was no need lying about it. Y/N shrugged with red cheeks, taking a few steps towards the hall. He watched her for a moment, admiring just how breathtaking she was. 

“You coming, handsome?” Y/N asked in a teasing tone before turning back to look at him. Fred smirked and straightened his posture before catching up to her easily. They walked in perfect sync with one another on the way to breakfast.

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Yesss

Heaven Sent a.i.

word count: 2522

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Usually Y/N would stay in her room during her older brother Luke’s band rehearsal, but today she had no other choice but to go in the garage. She was in desperate need of a hammer to finish up her room and she really didn’t want to wait two hours for his friends to leave. Luke wasn’t too fond of the idea of her meeting his friends, mainly because they’re boys and he’s always been overprotective of her. So as she approached the garage, she hoped that Luke wouldn’t be mad at her for coming in. 

She waited until they finished the song they were singing before tentatively opening the door, automatically catching the attention of all the boys in the room. Luke looked at her with his eyebrows raised, she could easily see that he was not happy to see her at that very moment. The rest of the boys stared at her like she had three heads, causing Luke to clear his throat and grab their attention once more, “What’s up, Y/N?” he asked it sweetly, as if he was speaking to a five or six year old girl. Her palms clammed up at the attention she was getting, making it difficult to speak. 

“I-I needed the hammer,” she practically whispered, keeping her head low and eyes off of the strangers. She heard footsteps and immediately presumed they were Luke’s, but when she looked up she saw a cute boy with curly brown hair, a hammer in his outstretched arm. She kept her eyes locked on his for a few seconds before taking the hammer from him. 

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~Lullaby~

Life hits you out of nowhere and leaves you barely holding on. Hold it all together because everyone needs you strong. Pretend you’re okay, even when okay is so far away. Hold the hole in my heart as if you’re still here. Heaven needed you more.

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~I’m dead Inside~

My guts are rotting black, my body aches with the weight of grief, my brain feeding the flames growing in my chest, the feeling of eternal emptiness knowing I’ll never hold my son in my arms, scarred beyond compare. I’m crumbling, tethered together only by the thread of your love.

Do you love me dead or alive?

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Simple Musings

Loving is comparable to climbing a tree. There’s going to be branches that are broken and rotten that you can’t hold on to, you’re going to fall numerous times, you’re gonna get scratched up, but those strong branches are going to lead you to the the top. You’re going to push yourself to get to get to the top. Sometimes it’ll seem impossible. It’s exhilarating getting higher and higher. That trees going to become your playground. Let me tell you, finally reaching the top- it’s breathtaking.

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~Writing Prompt~

College girl works part time as a barista in tea/coffee shop and develops a friendship with an regular who acts as a good friend and provides thoughtful advice. Through a series of some type unfortunate events she is put in a difficult situation and he offers her his spare bedroom as a temporary solution. After playful flirting and rising sexual tension, she is brought on a journey of sexual education and adventure by her mentor.

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