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grumpy-nyks · 11 months

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The Fernweh Saga by @lacunafiction - Davor edition

I-I think Ms. Verner doesn't like him...😳

Davor "Dove" Kovač 🐝 RO: Becca Warrick

Personality: cautious // aloof // pessimistic // flirtatious (only towards Becca ...and Reese??) Traits: head // independent // resistance // believer Past affinity: math Primary ability: extrasensory awareness Past susceptibility: forward. 'it’s better to push forward. don’t look back on the past when you have new places to be and things to achieve.' <<< his motto

🕊️ Fernweh: Davor lived a happy life there and didn't think about leaving in the future. Maybe for some trips, but he knew it would always be his place, his safe place... 'It was a mistake to come back here.' - that was his first thought when he tried to fall asleep on the first night in Fernweh. The nightmares came back as he thought they would. He wants to leave as soon as possible because he feels that it is not safe for Becca to be here.

🕊️ Gramps Dan: That was his gramps who taught Davor how to play the guitar. As a young child, Davor always admired him and believed he was the most intelligent person in the world. After the death of his parents and how his grandfather treated him, he was devastated and angry. He wanted answers soo badly but didn't get any. He lived loathing his grandfather ever since. The news of his passing stirred up a lot of negative emotions that Davor had previously managed to suppress. At the beginning of the story he couldn't care less about his grandfather, but because of his journal he started to believe him. Things that his granfather lived through made Davor even more angry at this messy town …but he's willing to forgive his gramps…

🐝 Becca Warrick: It was a ...funny story that brought both of them together and they look after each other ever since. He considers Becca as his precious (not in a negative-possessive way) treasure, he literally can't let anything bad happen to her. That was also she who came up with the nickname 'Dove'... (and she's literally the only person who calls him that, others wouldn't dare...). He had feelings for her for quite some time but didn't act on it... until now. Although he didn't express it, he felt very nervous about Becca being in the town where he grew up. He was curious (but also scared) about what she could think of this town. He felt like he was revealing more of himself to her…. and he forgot about any worries pretty fast, because the town started being weird as fu--.

🕊️ Reese Verner: Back then Davor was quite cheerful and enjoyed competing with Reese regularly. They teased each other a lot. Davor always thought that Reese had a crush on him, was it true tho? donut know, but he certainly had. ...why does he appear in his nightmares? Maybe the crush stage never disappeared...? Seeing him again was a nice experience, sure... but ignoring the circumstances, he is still unsure if it was worth it and is struggling with his thoughts… Would it be worth it to return to Fernweh just to see him... again? welp, good thing he doesn't have to think about it much, am I right?

🕊️ Sofia Dorran: The two of them maybe did not have a strong relationship, but he knew Sofia is the ideal person for engaging in intelligent conversations. He enjoyed spending time with her, solving the puzzles that gramps created for them both. Davor wasn't a fan of fantasy books, but she managed to change his mind about them. Davor knows that Sofia did take good care of his grandfather, but he still doesn't quite know if he's grateful for that or wished she spent her time more... valuably... He was tempted to ask Sofia to borrow that book she found in his grandfather's bedroom, but he thought better of it. It's better to leave Fernweh… Even so, his curiosity wasn't properly fed.

🕊️ James Corvin: Maybe not brothers by blood, but definitely brothers by choice. Davor treated him as if he was the brother he always wanted to have. Back then Davor always placed a high value on his family… until now. At the time, Davor tended to be more impulsive and James was usually the one who kept him from getting into trouble (which often involved Reese). It was really hard, for both of them, to see each other after so long. Their first interaction was pretty awkward... I would even say that most of their interactions were . James noticed how Davor changed the question is: for the better or worse? I don't even know. Everyone can sense, that things around them are different now, and they aren't as close as before. Will it change?

🕊️ Alek Corvin: …To say that Alek wasn't a fan of Davor would be an understatement. Was it because James spent most of his time focusing only on Davor trying to get him out of trouble? Did Alek observe any possessiveness from Davor towards James? Or maybe simply because of the bond between those two, which was truly something that others would envy and desire? Davor never considered it, especially when he left Fernweh permanently. :)) As you can imagine, Alek doesn't seem very happy about Davor's return… But he took an interest in his new friend, Becca, which did not go unnoticed by Davor and he isn't really happy about it.

🕊️ The Waitress: Oh boy, it seems that Davor has taken up a new hobby, which is glaring harshly at the waitress. He finds her mistrustful and he smells trouble. Had they met when he was younger, there may have been a slim chance of them getting along.

🕊️ Waffles!: So um… Davor has a little issue with dogs and because of that his relationship with Waffles isn't as wonderful as I wish it would be... However, I believe that with time and help from Becca, they will eventually become friends.

#actually about his scar i have this whole headcanon... featuring some...umm.. doggos and Becca... 👀 especially how they met #(Davor was always team cats but after that incident even more xD)#also ouch that naming scene it hurt me so much! but i get it ;; aaaa! Davor why are you being so problematic Waffles is wonderful!!!#it was really interesting for me to messing with Davor in nightmares and showing him Reese!! the feelings the emotions aaaa #also yeeaah Davor thought several times if it would be a good idea to come back to Re-- *cough* Fernweh... and then Becca happened...#generally speaking Davor has a keen interest in Slavic mythologies and culture particularly those from western and southern regions of-#-Europe. I imagine that his father has roots in these regions and he took great pride in his heritage. Often taking about it to Davor #...and since Sofia's a smart girl she lent Davor a fantasy book written by Slavic author who took a great inspiration from Slavic myths👼😊#yes it was enough to change Davor's mind about fantasy books XD he never really read one before he just assumed it's BORING!#and now I'm sure he will throw questions at Sofia about this book she found even more since he's staying at Fernweh... I can imagine how-#-they both are staying up late studying it and comparing their notes... it would remind Davor about the time they were kids-#-it seems that his Gramps gave them both the last puzzle to solve... will they succeed?#and ooohh that will be a hard time for James and Davor... that rejection at the end of book one wont help them im sure XD #about Davor's 'possesivenes' over James... Davor was needy that's true but he would never think about 'stealing' James from Alek or-#-'claiming' James belongs to him. I hope im not crossing a line here but in my headcanon Alek was TOTALLY jealous over their friendship #and Alek THOUGHT that Davor was receiving more attention from James 👀#//which obv isn't true because James would never allow it. Alek is always a number one in James' heart//#in mine too I love A!!!! 💖 they're a BABY #but i must say that Davor didn't really think about Alek's feelings back then. he wasn't aware how Alek could feel- that's not an excuse #super curious about book two and how his relationships with every single one of them will develop!!!#fernweh saga #oc: davor kovac #no i totally did NOT change his surname..

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mythicamagic · 1 year

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Bloodstained Roses: A Chevalier x MC two-shot. Part One.

Summary: Chevalier has been hiding a secret affliction, something he comes to learn as: Hanahaki Disease.

AN: Part two is almost finished and will feature smut. Please comment if you want to be tagged for the next part- but feel free to read it on ao3.

EDIT: Part two be here

TW: Blood

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Gloved fingers found the base of his neck, massaging his throat for the umpteenth time that day. Chevalier frowned, words shifting out of focus on the page of his recently acquired book on Arthurian Legend.

Odd. He didn't usually get sick. Logically he assumed a sore throat was the prelude to a cold, but this particular irritation had been with him for more than a week. It was beginning to affect his voice, and that was not acceptable. Perhaps he’d have to swallow his pride and seek out medicine after all.

Chevalier cleared his throat, trying to mask the wince on his face.

A faint noise caught his attention- the soft click of a door falling shut.

“Good afternoon, Prince Chevalier.”

Blond lashes swept shut briefly in a silent wince. Hello idiotic Rabbit.

He said nothing in response to her greeting, refocusing on the page and trying to ignore the way his body responded to her presence. The room seemed just a little warmer. The pain in his throat mercifully died down.

As per usual, she approached without an ounce of wariness, beginning to browse through his private collection. No one else had access to his personal library as she did. Well…no one else had mustered the courage to ask him for one of his books either.

"How are you enjoying it?" Her gentle voice caressed his hearing again.

Chevalier looked up from his position, reclined on a sofa in the library. He noticed her motioning with a smile to his book.

"It's fine. Better than the ones that focused on Lancelot and Guinevere."

Emma gave a short, soft giggle, continuing to peruse the volumes on the towering shelves. "I thought you'd say that."

Chevalier sat up, watching the arch of her back as she bent to squint at certain titles, running a finger over the spines in a way he shouldn’t have paid so much attention to.

"Although…I found the part where Arthur let Morgause into his bed incredibly foolish."

Her delicate finger paused on an old tomb. Chevalier imagined bringing it to his mouth and running teeth and tongue over her hand.

"Yes, I agree. He's so wounded by Lancelot and Guinevere's love but commits an affair himself. It's messy," she murmured, glancing at him. "I suppose a lot of love and relationships are."

He shook himself, closing his book with a firm, dismissive sound. "I've read many stories like it. If that is what love leads to, I've no need of it," he swung long legs off the sofa and stood. Somehow their discussions always devolved into this kind of idiotic talk.

"Not all love leads to hurt like that," she smiled encouragingly, ever the optimistic voice in his dull, repetitive days.

He frowned, sweeping a frosty gaze over her critically. "What would you know of it?"

Emma blushed, directing her gaze to the ground. Chevalier couldn't resist. He strode over and flicked her forehead.

"You lecture me blindly, Belle."

"I wasn't lecturing,” she cradled the offended spot, frowning in a way he’d describe as adorable. “Just defending love. Don't you want to marry for lov-"

she stopped, words dying on her tongue- as if realizing mid-sentence the naivety of her words when applied to royalty. His kind wasn't meant to marry for something as precious as personal attachment.

"I'm sorry, Prince Chevalier," she quickly bowed her head in apology. "I misspoke."

Her sudden formality and inability to meet his gaze only served to irritate him. Chevalier caught Emma's chin, guiding her head to tilt up once more. Strong brown eyes met flinty blue. His breath caught a little. She was truly the only woman who could bare to look him in the eye in such a steadfast manner.

"Of course you did, you're an imbecile, as we've previously established," he smirked. "But I did not ask for an apology, so don't give one."

Emma's face warmed into a much better expression, one more befitting her lovely features. Chevalier shook himself and turned to the shelves as he released her, pretending to browse.

"Is it alright if I…overstep my bounds again and ask you a question?"

Chevalier said nothing but she knew his habits well enough to know that was an answer in itself.

"Does the idea of entering an arranged marriage bother you?"

His gloved finger stopped on a book spine. "It is something expected of royalty. I've long prepared myself for it."

"That doesn't answer my question. Does it bother you?"

He wondered why it mattered so much to her.

Chevalier ensured his face was blank, voice measured and controlled as he slowly straightened and met her gaze.

"No."

Something dimmed in her eyes. A fire doused. The sight of it caused his throat to tighten, flaring with such immense dryness it made swallowing painful- brittle and sharp.

Chevalier's breath shook, heart squeezing so tight he felt lightheaded. He turned his back to her, blank mask splintering just for a moment.

What is this affliction?

“I see. I uh- I should probably go, I forgot but Sariel needed me for something-” Emma was muttering, quietly excusing herself. A moment later and that door was clicking shut once more, the small library plunging into silence. Chevalier finally relaxed, gripping the bookshelves to keep upright.

Air was rattling through his throat as he attempted to breathe normally, choking on a cough. The room was spinning. His heart thundered so fast it was like Obsidian were at their gates- beating their infernal war drums. He needed to calm down. Was this a panic attack? Surely not-

He was the Brutal Beast. Immovable, unemotional. And yet he’d never felt more powerless.

Trying to slow his breathing, Chevalier coughed, hard. Tears stung into his eyes, and he doubled over. His legs shook, knees trembling with the effort to keep him upright as he gagged and shook, aware of some unknown thing unfurling in his windpipe and travelling up as he dry heaved. Then, suddenly- it had travelled to his tongue. Chevalier coughed, spitting. Something burst out of his mouth, scattering to the polished hardwood floor like grim, dew-coated confetti and landing in a wet heap. It took a moment before red-rimmed eyes peeled open to look.

Red rose petals awaited him.

Chevalier stared uncomprehendingly. Shaking fingers touched his lips. When he pulled them away for inspection, his chest tightened. Flecks of blood and spittle had intermingled on his black glove, stark and clear like a fresh wolf's kill on scorched earth.

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He was a creature of habit. As such, the first place he turned to in search of answers was books. Books were reliable. He trusted them to give him what was needed, always. Since Chevalier could not recall eating an entire bouquet of roses and had never seen anything in any medical textbook pertaining to the random vomit-cough of shrubbery, he sought the most forgotten archives for an explanation.

But there was nothing.

Not even textbooks from Jade, Bentonite or the furthest, obscure reaches of Obsidian yielded results. Chevalier closed one of his oldest and most precious medical journals.

His throat had steadily been worsening over the weeks, to the point that his speech was impaired because of it. No amount of honey or herbal remedies soothed the ache. Eating food had become a struggle, and even water made him choke, fighting to keep it down. It felt as though sandpaper coated the inside of his throat, blistering with each strain of his vocal cords. He imagined that was where the blood came from. Fortunately, he wasn’t a very talkative person to begin with. Unfortunately, he had Clavis for a brother.

“You seem so tight-lipped lately!” Clavis was saying with exaggerated dismay, throwing himself down onto the sofa beside him in the library one rainy afternoon. Chevalier felt himself be jostled, but did not react. “Yves mentioned something about hearing you cough. Has the mighty Brutal Beast finally fallen prey to a mere human illness? The horror! I guess I’ll just have to take over as faction leader. Poor you~ hope it’s nothing serious enough to hinder your abilities with a blade.”

Chevalier said nothing, continuing to ignore him and read his book. If Clavis thought he could send more assassins after him because of this sickness, he was gravely mistaken.

“Really though, this is highly unusual. Have you really lost your voice?” Clavis peered at him suspiciously. “If that’s the case, the roundtable meeting coming up is sure to be a very interesting affair.”

When Chevalier still didn't answer, his brother’s golden eyes flicked over him, losing some of their mischievous sheen.

“You could write something down, you know?” he said quietly.

Chevalier finally glanced at him, noticing a rare moment of genuine advice. “...I will…solve this myself.”

"Hmph. Want to know what I think? Of course you do, I have a brilliant mind," Clavis smiled, gaze sharpening. "Books only get you so far. I'm going to call a doctor here to solve this conundrum unless you'll let me examine you myself."

Chevalier made a face, squinting. The royal doctor was a stuffy old man with cold hands. Chevalier had never particularly liked him due to the fear in his eyes. It made his work sloppy. Besides, even if they summoned Four Eyes and he arranged for a new, private doctor- Chevalier knew the experience would be the same. They always looked at him like he’d bite their hand off.

"Fine," he grunted in a clipped tone. He doubted Clavis would be of any help, but perhaps it would be amusing to see his confusion.

Clavis took to examining him with a seriousness his smile belied. He said something about Chevalier being weakened, making him more of a target for their enemies, but the elder brother was barely paying attention. He concentrated on breathing, unable to suck in air through his mouth properly and instead taking quiet, rasping inhales through his nose when possible.

Clavis put steady hands on his back and chest, listening as Chevalier struggled, finally having to put an ear to his chest and frowning. Clavis then straightened, lighting a candle. "Open your mouth," he muttered, gesturing.

Reluctantly, Chevalier obeyed, holding still as Clavis leaned in slightly with the use of light to inspect the back of his throat. He suddenly reeled backwards.

"What in the seven Hells…!?"

The upset jerked Chevalier, and he wheezed, coughing before he could safely smother it behind his glove. A burst of petals scattered out, fanning around Clavis' frozen features. The smile that never left his face wavered, just for a moment.

To his credit, Clavis didn't make a racket about it. He pulled out a handkerchief, which Chevalier mutely accepted, wiping his pale mouth with trembling fingers. His body felt feverishly warm.

"Well, you're running a temperature," Clavis said calmly. "That's a nasty cough you've got too, but no signs of a traditional cold. Most troubling of all is what looks to be thorns and budding flowers growing at the back of your throat."

Chevalier stopped, staring ahead blankly. Clavis picked up one of the dewy rose petals and inspected it with an unreadable look.

"How?" Chevalier tried, massaging the base of his throat. How was this possible?

"Don't ask me. The fact that you let me examine you tells me that no medical textbook has ever recorded something like this- since your wonderchild memory never fails,” Clavis tilted his head, considering. “This is more like something out of a fairy tale."

His words sparked something vague inside Chevalier. Fairy tales made him think of Emma.

He cast his mind back but couldn’t recall any children’s stories pertaining to coughing up roses, but his mental catalogue of such fanciful stories was limited. If anyone would know of one- she would.

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Clavis had offered to ‘extract’ the small thorns that appeared to be growing inside his throat, but Chevalier declined. Neither brother panicked at the unusual circumstances, yet even Clavis couldn't quite hide his wrinkled brow.

“If you leave it untreated- strange curse or not- you’re likely going to die, dear Brother,” Clavis had smirked, his eyes oddly mirthless. “And I can’t have that. Only I may have the pleasure of killing you after all. I’ll see if I can work on a little something in the meantime…”

Chevalier strode down the hallway, sweat beading on his brow. He doubted that even with Clavis’ pharmacology knowledge that a cure could be made so easily.

In all honesty, he felt little toward the idea of dying. A kind of cold numbness settled over his shoulders the moment it was suggested. It was irritating of course. Chevalier had no intention of succumbing to something that wasn’t a fatal wound received on the battlefield. Only that kind of death suited him.

His body would not become an empty vase for flowers. That had never been his destiny.

Firm knuckles rapped on the smooth white wood of a door. Chevalier straightened, knowing the hour was late and his visit was highly unusual.

Emma’s door cracked open before the woman herself peered out from within her room. A complicated mix of surprise and happiness lit up her features at the sight of him.

Chevalier blinked. Why did she look pleased to see him? Relived? No one ever looked at him like that.

“P-prince Chevalier,” she spoke quietly, opening her door wider. “Is everything alright?”

He slipped inside her room soundlessly, aware of his cloak brushing her side. He glanced around the gently lit space. She’d been reading by candlelight. The sight made his lips faintly curve upwards.

“Book-” he rasped, taking a slow breath. “I need a fairy tale book. About…roses.”

“Roses? The tale of Beauty and the Beast features a rose?”

He shook his head. “Do you know of one-” he panted softly, forcing his face to remain neutral, “-one that features someone coughing up roses? Perhaps they die- because the flower seems to be growing inside them.”

Brown eyes widened. Emma’s hand subconsciously drifted to her throat, and Chevalier’s eyes followed the action, wondering what it meant. Did she know?

The rabbit didn’t question him further. With a distracted look, she nodded. “I know it. It’s from a country overseas. The tale of Hanahaki Disease. I have a copy back at the bookshop.”

Chevalier waited, knowing he didn’t need to ask. She bit her lip, “did you want to read it?”

He nodded, hands curling into loose fists. He loathed feeling so powerless. “Soon.”

“I can go tomorrow if you like. I’ll be quick?”

“I’ll join you.”

“A-alright?” her brows pulled together, and Emma daringly took a step closer to him. “Prince Chevalier…I couldn’t help but notice that you look much paler lately. If you’re taking on too much work, or need anything at all, I’d be happy to assist.”

Anything?

Several ideas came to mind. All of them oddly gave him some measure of peace. Just the idea of holding her soothed his strained heartbeat. She had such a gentle scent. Like old and new books mixed with fresh sunbathed linens. Perfectly domestic and unremarkable- and yet he’d never wanted anything quite so badly.

“It’s unnecessary to ask. I’m perfectly capable of-”

A cough violently erupted from his throat, harsher and stronger than before. He barely had time to muffle it behind his hand, staggering against the wall.

“Prince Chevalier!”

He barely felt her gentle touch on his back, nor heard her exclamations of alarm. Chevalier concentrated on trying to stabilise his breathing, aware of how rasping and rattling it sounded. Like something was dying in his throat.

“S-should I get Sariel?”

“No-!” he all but snarled, gritting his teeth together. He couldn’t see her expression but he felt her keen worry all the same.

“Wait here- I’ll go fetch some water!” he thought he heard the rabbit say, before dashing off.

Don’t go.

Chevalier squeezed burning eyes shut, aggravated by that pathetic plea in his mind. While alone, he manages to grab a vase of flowers and cough up a lungful of petals he’d been holding back. What alarmed him was when he felt something else coming. Something long and thin that unfurled from the thorns at the back of his throat. Parting pale lips, Chevalier reached in and retrieved the long stem, gagging and finding it a miracle he didn't retch. Gasping harshly, he started at the freed dewy rose, a long stem covered in thorns held between shaking fingers. His laboured, rattling breaths filled the room- and to his own ears, it sounded like the gasps of a dying man.

Hearing Emma’s return, Chevalier placed the vase aside, hoping she’d overlook the newly appeared rose sitting neatly within the arrangement.

A cool glass was shoved into his hands, Emma’s warm brown eyes frozen stiff with worry. To hasten the departure of such a troubled look, Chev took careful sips, relieved when his throat seemed to soothe. He managed to swallow the taste of copper.

“Are you alright?” she murmured, leaning in close.

He swallowed once more before finding his voice- weaker than usual. “Fine.”

“There was nothing fine about that! Y-you scared me there,” Emma took out her pink, embroidered handkerchief. Chevalier stiffened, feeling her dab it lightly against his cheek. It came away damp- and it was only then he’d noticed his eyes had been leaking. They stung like a wound.

“I’ve never seen you like this before. Have you-" she wet her lips nervously, "have you seen a doctor?”

“It’s not something a… regular doctor can deal with,” he straightened, taking the handkerchief from her and wiping the remainder of his face. Sweat had broken out on his forehead.

Noticing the roaring silence, blue eyes flicked to her lovely features. Chevalier found his voice gentling. “I am seeking a cure, there’s no need for anyone else to know so tell no one. I’m sure I don’t need to explain the potential ramifications if you did,” he paused, massaging the base of his throat. “Why do you look so concerned?”

“Because I AM concerned!” she burst, stilling and coming back to herself. Sariel’s training seemed to settle over her, a countenance more befitting a Lady. She wore it like armour, and he silently approved.

Emma shook her head, rubbing her throat absentmindedly as if mirroring him. “You always handle everything alone,” she murmured sadly. “There’s something more to this, isn’t there? You can tell me, Prince Chevalier. I wouldn’t betray your trust.”

“Telling you would change nothing. I wouldn’t feel relieved by sharing it. That is a sentiment you and others share…but not me,” he said, voice barely above a whisper as he shifted to lean against her bedroom window, gazing at the dark expanse of gardens outside. The cool glass felt good against his burning skin. “I feel…more assured by handling it alone, as I always have. It is just- a-another way the Brutal Beast differs from you.”

He reached out with the intent of giving her handkerchief back, but gentle fingers pushed up against his hand.

“No, keep it.”

Chevalier blinked, studying her worried features as she looked at him with such heartfelt emotion it made his chest shudder. “I’m sorry for trying to meddle. Just- please bear what I said in mind if you ever feel like talking.”

His heart tripped within his ribcage, squeezing. His fool of a Rabbit was so painfully earnest that it hurt to look at her sometimes. Chevalier scoffed to cover it up, muttering a time for them to meet the following day before stalking out of the room with only the tatters of his dignity intact.

If he were someone else, anyone else, he’d take Emma up on her generous offer. But he was Chevalier. Brutal Beast and cold second prince of Rhodolite. Feared and isolated since childhood- which suited him just fine.

But Emma was not like him. He’d watched her a few days ago from his position by the office window, observing how she smiled and laughed with royalty such as Black, the Show-off and Bear, acting no differently with servants.

What would become of someone like that if he shut her in with him? Selfishly stole her away into the labyrinth of his personal library? People would become fearful and wary of her too if she kept company with him. She wouldn’t flourish as she did now, in the light.

He refused to bind such a rare, precious woman to his side if it meant that smile might wilt from her face. Someone equally as bright and gleaming as she should bask in her sunny warmth. He would be content with watching what became of her. Happiness would always find Emma, Chevalier was certain of it.

But it wouldn’t if she was his. They were ill suited.

Shaking fingers curled tighter around the pink handkerchief in his hand, before tucking it away in his pocket.

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cadybear420 · 2 months

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Masterlist of Gifts, Inspired Works, etc. made by others (NOTE: List is subject to updates)

This means stuff like:

Any works that have been gifted to me– including commissions, requests, or suggestions that I place, as well as works that were part of a Secret Pal Exchange Event.

Collaborations.

Additions to/Edits of any of my own works.

Any works that are inspired by discussions.

Any works that are inspired by any of my edits, stories, headcanons, art, etc.

Any works that feature any of my MCs.

I will not and never will accept any works that include the use of Generative AI, and they will not be included on this list.

OG HSS: Aiden Zhou mini moodboard, made by @lovealexhunt

A simple and sweet moodboard! The Promposal CG is easily one of my favorite Aiden moments in the game, as is the scene where they're on Hearst's rooftop together and Aiden tells MC that they're his muse.

OG HSS: "Moving", written by @tveitertotwrites (for December 2023 Secret Pal event)

A sweet short story about an older Aiden and Evie moving out of their long-time family home, after their kids (OCs still pending) have grown up and moved out. I love imagining Aiden and Evie in their more elder years; in my headcanons, they're certainly a "high school sweethearts" couple that stays together pretty much the rest of their lives and happily grows old together. Seeing the two of them being so affectionate with each other as an older couple is just precious.

And it also fits so well with my headcanon of Evie being a very sentimental and nostalgic person! She values memories a lot and has a tendency for visual/physical associations with memories, so her holding back to look around the empty house and go through the years of memories is spot on.

OG HSS: Angy Aiden, drawn by @hydn-jpg

Angy Aiden is precious, like who hurt you babygirl I will eat their souls for you

OG HSS: Aiden x Evie cuddling with Aiden in Evie's lap, drawn by @hydn-jpg and commissioned by @lilyoffandoms

I'm a total whore for seeing guys sitting on their ladies' laps, and Aiden and Evie were captured perfectly here! Aiden grinning and blushing with his arms wrapped around Evie's neck/shoulders is just super adorable, like you know that man is *proud* to be her boyfriend. And likewise, Evie is proud to be his girlfriend, and holding him him close to her by his waist which is such an Evie thing for her to do haha.

OG HSS: Aiden x Evie sharing a dance ft. Aiden in a dress, drawn by @lilyoffandoms

This is based on an edit I did of Aiden in the premium prom dress option for f!MC. Evie is of course wearing the premium suit option from the game, and seeing them share a dance in those outfits– especially with Evie dipping Aiden– is a dream come true.

The mood is just perfect with the two of them grinning and looking into each other's eyes lovingly! And the background that's mostly dark except for the lighting behind them really captures the feeling of "the world around you seems to fade away as you focus only on your partner" that is so very *them*.

ILITW: Jo x Lucas after a party ft. Jo bridal carrying a drunk Lucas, drawn by @oh-so-youre-a-nerd (for February 2024 Secret Pal event)

This one is based on a Q&A headcanon I had about Lucas being the bigger lightweight at parties and how he likes to be bridal carried home by Jo. The artstyle is so perfect for the ILA characters, and I love seeing Lucas drunk with his hair and glasses and sweater all messy! Jo gently teasing him is definitely something she'd do.

Both of their outfits are spot on for them. I especially love the open flannel shirt and the carabiner, they're definitely things Jo would wear. Lucas having a lil earring isn't something I'd thought about before but I am very here for it. And of course, their rings!

OG HSS: Aiden Zhou Portrait, drawn by @lilyoffandoms

That bright smile! My boi is happy, just as he deserves UuU

OG HSS: Evie x Aiden Drabble, written by @inlocusmads

I am in love with the Evie x Aiden banter here. They're captured so perfectly, especially Aiden! I love seeing the description of Evie's "tell" to Aiden and all the little details in his behavior. And you know I'm obsessed with Evie calling Aiden "Pretty Boy"! Evie loves her beautiful nerd bf.

I also love the mention of Aiden getting into video games with Nishan and Sakura. I don't know if I ever shared it, but one of my oldest HSS headcanons is actually that Evie and Aiden like to do gaming double-dates with Nishan and Sakura fairly often (and that Aiden is initially kind of crap at most computer games haha). So this part is very on-point.

OG HSS: Evie Picrew, made by @inlocusmads

To celebrate Evie being MC of the Month for March! The hairstyle and clothes suit her so perfectly! Rainbows and blazer jackets ftw.

OG HSS: Gyaru!Aiden, edited by @pulpitude

An edit of one of my own edits! I am very here for this alternate take on Aiden. The color scheme, the new hair, the nails, all of it. And it all looks so polished!

The flower in the hair is probably my favorite, simply because Aiden is precious and deserves to wear flowers uwu

OG HSS: An actual HSS Book 3 scene where Evie lifts up Aiden, drawn by @callmebeem and commissioned by @jerzwriter (a March 2024 giveaway gift)

A drawn version of a scene from the story, and frankly it delivered! Evie getting to lift Aiden!!! They both look so beautiful!!! The way they look at each other!!!! The way she holds him!!!!! The way he holds onto her!!!! It's so *them*. Everything about them is just perfect.

And the mood lighting with the city in the background makes it all the better. I always had a thing for cityscape views, especially when it's lit up at night– and I like to think that that sort of aesthetic goes well with Evie and Aiden. And it looks amazing in this piece for sure.

OG HSS: Aiden x Evie mini moodboard, made by @lovealexhunt

Another sweet moodboard! Like the first one, it captures Aiden and Evie so well. I don't remember which part of the story the quote came from (even after 7 playthroughs and counting of Aiden's route) but regardless, it will never not make my heart flutter.

OG HSS: Trans Girl Aiden (Giselle) meets Genderfucking Cis Guy Aiden, made by @pulpitude

What started out as a discussion about favorite foods has led to this blessed meeting. And this picrew shows it perfectly. They both just look so adorable! Everything chosen for them is just perfect. I'm especially obsessed with Aiden's skirt and the purple flowers in his hair. I just love black-and-purple color schemes for Aiden. It suits him so well to me and I don't know why.

ILB: Harper Addison giving Tom a Kissie, drawn by @lilyoffandoms (for April 2024 Secret Pal event)

Everything about this is so precious! Harper and Tom look so good in this artstyle, especially Tom's smile. He's an absolute ball of sunshine and it shows. He deserves all the love. And Addison is happy to give him all the love and kissies.

And I love that you included the detail of why Harper would wear the pink-and-grey casual outfit option! While I'd say red and black is her preferred color scheme and favorite colors, she definitely loves to wear pink-and-grey every now and then too. I just love that for them and I love that you included it.

OG HSS: Solrin's 2 Truths and a Lie, written by @somerandomjewelleryonthefloor

This was inspired by some of the character conversations I've made on here! This was such an enjoyable read and I loved getting to know Solrin for the first time!

OG HSS: Evie and Solrin working on English homework, drawn and written by @somerandomjewelleryonthefloor

Our MCs get to meet! And Evie just looks amazing here! Both of them do of course, but I just especially love how good you drew my MC. The hair texturing is gorgeous! And Sol's abs! They 100% would be buff besties.

And the dialogue bit is great too! Evie with the writer's block is so real. I imagine she also would often tune out of the books she has to read for English, but when Sol's asking for help she's just like "well what am I supposed to do, IDK how to stay invested in a book I don't care for" haha

OpH: "It's Bugging Me", written by @jerzwriter

This was such a cute and funny text fic! I just love their dynamic, and Tobias is such a tease! Such a good blend of sugar and spice, how quickly they can go from sweet talk to banter and then back to sweet talk. Also Casey going "Yey" is just the best thing ever, like same.

#choices stories you play #choices #choices game #choices stories we play fandom #choices stories we play #choices fanart #choices fanfic #choices fandom #choices illustration #choices app

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kusanalogy · 2 years

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Sing for me?

Characters: ganyu and xiao x immortal!reader but it isnt that emphasized

a/n: for the sweet and spice event hosted by @bluexiao and @anantaru! First time participating in an event officially, was pretty fun tbh.

Word count: 900+ (IM SORRY XIAOOO I COULDNT THINK OF HOW TO MAKE IT LONGER SO HIS ISNT AS MUCH AS GANYUS 😭)

Warnings: reader has longer hair on ganyus, because she braids it. Lmk if i missed anything! I'll edit it

Main event post, scroll down for the m.list (support the rest of the creators!! just a reminder that theres a nsfw mlist so minors like me yeah stay away if they havent warned you enough 🥰)

Ganyu

ganyu who'd lay on your lap after a lengthy day, wanting your familiar comfort before heading off to rest.

You both watched the birds fly from the mountains, off to who knows where. While ganyu observed one take off, she noticed 2 rare glaze lillies right where the bird was.

"y/n.. Look at those glaze lillies!" Ganyu points out

You look to where she was pointing to "Oh wow! Thats rare in these areas. Cmon, lets take a look."

Ganyu follows your steps to the ancient flower. Once she sat by it, the half-qilin hummed a tune to it. Glaze lillies are known to read human- or immortals hearts. If the atmosphere is happy, the sound of music is lively, the glaze lily will open. If they aren't, and the surrondings are full of negative thoughts, the flower will wither away. It can listen to peoples singing aswell! Which is why ganyu wanted to experiment with it

Her voice was a gentle tone, a tone that calmed your senses. You closed your eyes to focus, and opened them again once she had stopped.

Ganyu touched a petal of the glaze lily, inspecting it to see if there was any effect. "Im not the best at singing, b-but i'd like to know what you thought!"

"It was great ganyu," You put your hand on hers and smiled "Your singing voice is notably clear."

Her cheeks went red after hearing such compliment "Thank you.. Ah! Look at the glaze lily on the left."

Your attention transfered to that flower, and because it listened to ganyu's sining, it bloomed.

"These flowers never fail to amaze me. I've heard that the geo archon is fond of this flower too. Dont you agree?" You say to- wait.

No reply?

"Ganyu?" You turn your head to the blue-haired adeptus behind you, and you didnt notice that she was starting to braid your hair

"Hold on y/n. I got an idea. Stay still while i braid your hair, if you'd let me." She says as she slightly combs your hair with her hands, to make it easier to braid.

࿙֒͜࿚࿙࿚࿙֒͜࿚࿙࿚࿙֒͜࿚ ⪩ 𖧧 ⪨ ࿙֒͜࿚࿙࿚࿙֒͜࿚࿙࿚࿙֒͜࿚

"...anddd finished!" She ties the end of the braid "I dont have a mirror with me right now, but theres a clear pond nearby?"

You walk to the pond and look at your braided hair in multiple angles, and back to ganyu

"You're doing so well today ganyu! If i could keep this on until tomorrow i would. But then it would get messy.."

She didnt come up with a proper reply, but instead nodded. Not long after, she picks herself up and slightly shakes your hand, like a signal to get up. So you proceed and go back to the two glaze lilies.

She places her hand on your cheek, picks up the same left glaze lily that bloomed from its stem and puts it on your braid.

"Perfect! But... I have one more request." Ganyu shyly states, then continues

"Sing for me? Could you make the other glaze lily bloom?"

"As you wish."

Xiao

no, reader isnt venti 😇‼ I hope it isnt too similar to xiao and ventis connection bc i swear it wasnt meant to be like it

xiao who'd watch you from afar, not wanting to disturb you. Listening to your quiet hums as you rest by a tree. You both havent seen eachother in awhile, So he was cautious for no reason.

Oh, your body looked so delicate. Your hair reflecting the rays of sunlight that went through the leaves of the said tree, the gentle movements of your hands.. and your lips. Those precious lips. All he wanted to do was to put them right on his.

He comes closer, I mean, its you anyways.

He remembered a time where the both of you used to talk to eachother a lot, and for a long time. "Them just accompanying me used to be a weekly thing.. but y/n had become a bit busy. It wouldnt hurt to approach them again?"

"Xiao. I missed you! What brings you here?" You ask, smiling. You recognize the sound of his footsteps, since you know he'd rather not chat much.

You miss him? "..Greetings, y/n."

Your bored mind thinks "Come here, i'd like to... Hold ur hand..."

"What?" Xiao thinks that something has gotten into you. You werent this direct with words before, right?

You hold your hands together and raise it to him, practically begging "Please~? For the love of rex lapis??"

"Fine."

"Yay!!" You instantly brighten up and playfully hold his hand, then placing your now intertwined hands on the grass. Putting your head on his shoulder, you hum a familiar tune to calm his senses. That gradually turns into you singing softly- with lyrics now. A song inspired by a liyuen legend, the adepti. Which included the person sitting right beside you!

Oh how he adored it. Once you start its like he wants it to never end.

࿙֒͜࿚࿙࿚࿙֒͜࿚࿙࿚࿙֒͜࿚ ⪩ 𖧧 ⪨ ࿙֒͜࿚࿙࿚࿙֒͜࿚࿙࿚࿙֒͜࿚

When you finished, xiao couldnt help but want more. Did he have to ask? How embarrasing... well

"...Sing for me." He whispered, barely audible.

But you felt him shift places "Come again? I couldnt hear properly"

"Sing for me?" He said a bit louder, but could still be considered a whisper to a normal person

"Moreeee?"

"..."

Oh- he doesnt wanna. Better try to change it then? "why am i not as comfortable with him like before? Was it because of the time i was away?" your thoughts were so messy...

"...If you dont want thats alright! I'll sing anyways"

How could you be so understanding? Its almost like you can read right through his mind.

How does love do that? you both think about that everyday.. theres not really a "real answer" to that, right?

"No no," Xiao clears his throat "Sing for me?"

#bloru.sweetnspice #ganyu x reader #ganyu fluff #xiao x reader #xiao fluff #xiao x you #genshin fluff #genshin oneshots #genshin impact x reader #genshin impact ganyu #genshin hcs #🍀▪︎genshin writings

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openheartfanfics · 2 years

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Newly Added Fics

June 25 - July 1, 2022

BRYCE X F!MC / F!OC

Bowling and Boogie - @peonierose ☁

Luna and Bryce spend some time alone going on a bowling date. Things turn a bit competitive. [Date]

ETHAN X F!MC

102 Days of Smiles - @genevievemd 📚 📷

[extended: wip] One post a day, for 102 days, with something that made our new bride smile.

As It Was - @jamespotterthefirst 📚

[mini: wip] All the times Ethan meets her exes throughout the years. [Ex Came Back]

Ch 3: The Lawyer

Breakfast in Bed - @peonyblossom 📷 ☁

Sadie has breakfast in bed.

Come Back...Be Here - @peonyblossom 📱

Ethan is away at a conference and Sadie misses him.

Cheap Thrills - @liaromancewriter ☁

An ordinary evening turns extraordinary with a special invitation. [Date]

Dirty Talk - @jamespotterthefirst ♥

Their workout session takes a steamy turn. [Getting Kinky; Talking Dirty]

Disunited states of Gilead - @coffeeheartaddict2 🎭 Ⓜ

Casey and Ethan’s reaction to the overturning of Roe v Wade both in a personal and professional context. TW: Deals with SCOTUS abortion access issue

Dr. Whodunnit: Crimes of Passion/Open Heart Crossover - @inlocusmads 📚 🛸

[extended: wip] A killer on the loose. A medical conspiracy. Nora and Trystan must combine their strengths with two doctors from Boston to unveil the ugly deals behind it all.

Ch 3: Rose, The Doctor And Discombobulation

Drained - @lsvdw-blog 🎭

Serena is having the day from hell and seeks comfort in Ethan, but perhaps she shouldn't have. [Fight]

Family Feud - @utterlyinevitable ☁

Caroline’s hiding from her father. [Domestic; Family]

Hiraeth - @gryffindordaughterofathena 🎭

An alternate turn of events during the maitotoxin attack seen through four different eyes. TW: Character Death Feat. Sienna Trinh, Rafael Aveiro [2.11; Illness; Confession]

Let’s Talk About Sex - @jerzwriter ☁ Ⓜ

When Casey came across this blank bingo card on a friend's social media post, she knew what they were going to do.

Little Rams - @potionsprefect 📷 ☁

The love for a toy never ages. [Domestic; Family]

Long Story Short - @genevievemd 📚

[mini: wip] The four times Ethan met Genevieve’s exes. (In chronological order). [Ex Came Back]

Ch 3: Should’ve Said No

Precious Time - @a-crepusculo ♥

In a room full of people, Ethan could only focus on one person. [Racy Thoughts]

Remember When - @openheart12 ☁

Ethan and Casey look back at their life. [Domestic; Family]

Seeing Red - @liaromancewriter 🦚

When Ethan receives a letter from Louise, he and Cassie have it out once and for all. [Fight]

Something Yellow - @parisa-kh ☁

Ethan is wearing an unusual accessory

The Suspicious Colleague - @potionsprefect 🦚

Someone suspects something.

ETHAN X TOBIAS

Broken Bones (Part 1) - @ofmischiefandmedicine 🎭

After being caught up in a moment of nostalgia, Ethan is quickly reminded that not all broken things can be fixed.

TOBIAS X F!MC

50 Days of Love - @openheartfanfiction 📚 📷

[extended: wip] Just 50 Days of Adelaide showing love to many different things.

Friends - @jerzwriter 📚 🛸 Ⓜ

[mini: wip] Tobias Carrick and Casey are the best of friends. They always knew better than to let that get “messy” by fooling around with each other, until that night….

Part 3: Let’s Make a Deal

You’re On - @jerzwriter ☁

Tobias needs his good friend Casey to help him pull off a fib, but is she willing to help? And, at what cost?

SUBMIT OPEN HEART FICS & WRITERS HERE

#open heart #open heart choices #open heart fanfics #open heart fanfiction #open heart fanfic #playchoices fanfics #bryce lahela #bryce lahela x mc #ethan ramsey #ethan ramsey x mc #tobias carrick #tobias carrick x mc #newly added fics

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mirohlayo · 4 months

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F1 DRIVERS AND CHRISTMAS ACTIVITIES

special xmas edition

inclunding mclaren, ferrari, mercedes + verstappen, ricciardo & gasly

warning : none

note : i rushed it and i just think it's super messy and bad written lol

!! english not my first language !!

ᦈ OSCAR PIASTRI 81

you love christmas because of course it means christmas cookies and pastries. you like baking, so when oscar offered to join you to bake some cookies, you obviously had to say yes. he would try to do his best, learning from you. he looks carefully how you manage to draw perfect shapes, and he tries to recreate it even though it ends up in a mess. his cookies are not the best, but he doesn't care since he spend time with you, the most precious person in his world.

ᦈ LANDO NORRIS 4

your tradition is to decorate christmas tree. this year, you came up with the idea of mixing red and gold colors, but your boyfriend does not agree with that. he asks for orange, since he wants to show how proud he is of being a mclaren driver. you argue with him, saying orange will look bad. but he's stubborn, so after a agreement you two ended up by putting orange and gold colors in the tree. it's not really pretty. but lando likes it anyway, and he'll thanks his favorite girl for letting him put his favorite color.

ᦈ CHARLES LECLERC 16

this man doesn't even know how to cook pasta, so no need to ask him to wrap the christmas presents. he'll make a pure mess. instead you made him responsible for buying the presents, and you'll wrap them. seeing you wrapping them, he would propose his help. you say yes because how could you refuse some precious help. but you knew it was a bad idea cause as soon as he grabs the wrapping paper, he rips it. you sigh and he would peck your face and lips in order to apologize. and it worked, since he finished by helping you, well more kissing you but that's a secret.

ᦈ CARLOS SAINZ 55

you literally love christmas market, so does carlos. you are so excited to see the different decorations and dishes, and carlos couldn't help but get excited too. he would bring you there, and seeing those little sparks in your eyes warms his heart. he'll buy you anything you ask, and even feed you some hot food. a big christmas tree is in the center of the place, and of course you have to take a picture with it. carlos will take it, and then probably post it on his instagram story, saying how good the day was and how cute his lover is.

ᦈ LEWIS HAMILTON 44

christmas also means movies marathon. well at least for you and lewis. it is one of your favorite activity of the year. you two would slip under the warm blankets, cuddling so close. lewis starts the first christmas movie, and the night passes extremely fast. laughing and talking about christmas stories, and of course kissing session is open. but soon you start feeling tired, and when lewis sees you falling asleep he would join you. pressing soft lazy kisses on your forehead, the movie still playing in the background.

ᦈ GEORGE RUSSEL 63

snowman. how cute it is. when you saw the first snow, you literally screamed and called george, getting way too much excited. and when the snow would stop falling, letting a large white layer on the floor, you'll run outside with george. you start building the snowman's head, and george build the body. of course you would throw at each other some snowball but it's just too funny. you finish by placing a carrot and some rocks, and ta da ! the snowman is just as beautiful as you and george. and he'll proud of it, but most of you.

ᦈ MAX VERSTAPPEN 33

karaoke night. max wants to spend his christmas holidays only with you, well actually all of his winter break with you. and he loves karaoke and you loves christmas songs, so obviously you had to mix these two things together. so here you are, on a night, playing christmas songs out loud in the house. he'll sing loudly over them, and you'll join him, screaming lyrics like you felt the music deep inside your bones. maybe the neighbors will complain about it later, but you don't care, because the moment was just so romantic and sweet.

ᦈ DANIEL RICCIARDO 3

ice skating is such a fun activity. and daniel wants to do it with you. so putting on your skates and going on the ice. surprisingly, daniel would be the one who fall literally every seconds. he firmly grab your hand, maybe a bit too much since you don't even feel your fingers, but even like that he somehow manage to slip and fall on the ground. taking in you with. but you don't really care, because after all it's just so funny. your laughs filled the air and daniel feels so happy about his idea. about ice skating together. and he knows for sure it will remains as a great memory.

ᦈ PIERRE GASLY 10

you literally hate gingerbread, so when pierre asked you to build a gingerbread house you refused the offer. but you know how much he wants to spend time with you and how much he wants to build that house, so you finally gave up. he would be so happy and after baking everything, you thought about contend for who will build the best gingerbread house. you would put all your efforts in it, so concentrate. pierre doesn't want to lose, and neither do you. so after building them, he'll ask on his instagram story who built the best one. and when he'll see you being the winner, he won't hide how disappointed but proud of you he'll be. because after all if it's you the winner, then that's all okay.

#f1 imagine #f1 x reader #f1 fanfic #f1 x you #lando norris x reader #oscar piastri x reader #charles leclerc x reader #carlos sainz x reader #lewis hamilton x reader #george russel x reader #max verstappen x reader #daniel riccardo x reader #pierre gasly x reader

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chloerivs-blog · 9 months

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A force to be reckoned with

Here’s a (minimally edited) excerpt from one of my morning pages, dated June 16th, 2023. Enjoy ♥

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I had so much planned for today. Not too much; just the right amount. Unable to focus or conjure up the energy to function like a real person, the day easily slipped away from my sweaty fingertips.

In a world engulfed by flames & greed, it is crystal clear that every second is beyond precious. Every decision you make has consequences, but it feels as if nowadays the stakes are the highest they have ever been.

The younger generations no longer have “their whole life ahead of them.” The Earth has had enough and Time will no longer slow down to save my wary soul.

Everything could disappear in an instant if the unstable blood-thirsty devils of humanity so decided. In a split-second we could be wiped out and not even know it.

The other path, the one looking more and more likely each day according to the news, is the Sun roasting us & the Earth swallowing us as the Moon watches in terror.

These scenarios are terrifying and too likely to give our collective mind a break. Yet, here I am, continuing to waste time while I have some left.

[…]

Creating is probably the only soothing thing in this world. It is a bit of a struggle at times, but always feels great nonetheless. It’s a conversation with myself but also with the Universe, the Divine.

The Arts have always called my name for as far as I remember. I’ve always known what I want & who I am, yet always felt pressured or compelled to hide it in pretty lies.

I always felt on the outside and hated the idea of adding more reasons why I couldn’t belong anywhere to the already never-ending list.

What do you really expect a child to say when asked what they want to be when they grow up? Happy! I want to live and have fun. I want to sing, I want to paint, I want to love. But when all the other kids are saying things like “nurse”, “teacher” or “firefighter”…

I have to say “veterinary”. I love animals and that’s a real job, which won’t make the class burst out in laughter like “singer” & “artist” would.

I lied, I lied & lied. So much that, for years, I didn’t even know the truth anymore. I bottled up my true self and dreams when I was three years old and painted my face in colours that would keep me out of trouble.

Oh, how I craved the attention–but the people pleasing values that I was taught made sure that I would never take up too much space; even in my own head.

[…]

It’s funny how over the years they shaped me into the same person that they didn’t like. Tell me I am: annoying when I am having fun; too loud when I am happy; too messy; moving too much; embarrassing; in the way; stupid; or even a nuisance, a pest.

Over so many years, tell me that I’m too much whenever I am just being me and then spend the rest of the time complaining that I’m not enough. Then I am too quiet, too still, too little…

[…]

There is a lot of shame, anger, sadness and power burried deep within me. I’ve always felt like the answers might be at the bottom of a bottle. Except I have been looking in the wrong bottles.

The one that I need is the dusty one at the back of my mind, on the darkest, dusty shelf, covered in webs and mould. Through all the storms that came & went & stayed, that shelf broke like my child heart everytime I would be shut down by the ones I love.

The bottle is broken and its content has been silently contaminating my entire being since January 2021. It’s a long process but it speeds up everytime I heed the calls of my inner child.

The voices grow stronger each day. They helped me start this new chapter and we’re going to be working together to shed some darkness, build Chloë again and fulfil each & every one of those dreams.

It’s on the way. I am happening. The pain is real and the process is frustrating, but I am digging within so I can save baby Chloë & all the versions of me that I’ve been grieving the past two years.

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Thank you for taking this short trip through my mind with me. I know this might not be particularly interesting, and your time is greatly appreciated. Feel free to share your thoughts below and let me know if you would be interested in reading more snippets from my morning pages!

#blog #thedawnchorus #chloerivs #morning pages #hope for the future #my thougts

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the-lady-writes-what · 2 years

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This post is open for Beta Readers

Earlier this week I mentioned doing an original piece of a better version of Fifty Shades of Gray. I have the first chapter, but I really fucking at it. The last few pages are just not hitting it for me and I don't know what to do with the scene. It falls flat and doesn't make me as a reader want to continue to learn what goes on in the next chapter. Please help!

Content below the cut! No Content Warnings! PG-13 but smut will come later. Not fully edited, grammatical and spelling errors and inconsistencies may be present. Looking for critique mainly in the content not in grammar of the piece.

3400+ words

Chapter One

Shannon stared at her roommate. Crystal, the perfect bombshell blonde, was looking very unlike her pristine put together self. Unwashed hair was in a messy bun. She wore a fluffy bathrobe and tissues stuffed up her nostrils. If only Crystal’s boyfriend could see her now, red in the nose, sickly green, and no makeup. Shannon looked at the pad of notebook paper and pen the sick roommate handed to her. The room was spinning.

“I need you to go do the interview for me.” Crystal repeated, then she blew her nose, and disposed the used tissues into the plastic bin next to her on the couch.

“You’re asking me…to do your homework for you?”

“Look. You’re a writer, aren’t you? That’s why you’re in the creative writing program, right? You do this for me, and I’ll pay you. You just have to do this one little thing for me, and I’ll give you money for that book you want,” said Crystal.

“This is a breach of the student integrity clause. It’s in the student handbook! You’re asking me to put us both in danger of getting expelled if I do this!”

“Stop being a goody-two-shoes and do it. I can’t go in and get the interview done myself when I feel like shit. If I don’t turn it in by Monday, they’re going to kick me off the journalist club and I’ll get an ‘F’ on the assignment. I can’t afford that! Is that what you want? Do you want me to fail, Shannon?”

“Of course, I don’t want you to fail. But—”

“Shannon, nobody’s gonna know it was you. Hayes Phillips doesn’t know what I look like. He doesn’t even know what I sound like. He’s not going to know that it’s not me doing his interview. Now, are you going to help me or are you going to stand there while I’m sick and do nothing to stop me from failing?” Crystal coughed into the sleeve of her fluffy bathrobe.

She hacked into the plush fabric for a minute and spat into the bin. Shannon winced at the sight. Eight years of “friendship” led to this. She stared at the pad and pen in her hand. Mimicking Crystal’s journalist style of writing wasn’t impossible, Shannon just spent most of the semester editing and proofreading Crystal’s homework. For free. The first edition of Theo Jackson’s ‘Secret of the Widow,’ had been sitting in the thrifted book shop for three weeks, four days, and hundreds of minutes. Shannon’s addiction to books, particularly mystery novels, had almost out-paced her minimum wage job at the college campus coffee shop. Theo Jackson, a little-known American author, wrote a series of mystery novels between 1912-1921, however, he was mostly known for being a survivor of the Titanic. ‘Secret of the Widow’ was the first novel inspired by the frightening events of the famous sinking. To find a first edition by an obscure American author in a little bookshop outside of the city was extraordinary, to say the least. Shannon spent every other day looking into the glass case to find it sitting on a display stand like a little throne. Of course, she had money, but not enough to acquire the precious gift of Theo Jackson’s first novel. The store’s price? A hundred and fifteen dollars. Shannon scoffed at the luxury but obsessed over the blue-green book with an embossed gold-leaf illustration of a fashionable lady of the time period winking at her.

Shannon was forty dollars short of the asking price. Forty damn dollars. But it was all she could think about. She found a spot on her desk to display it, to inspire her when she sat down in front of her computer. Crystal was willing to pay for the unconscionable. Risk expulsion for forty dollars?

�� “God, you’re such a pussy!” Crystal hissed. She reached out to grab the notebook from Shannon. “I’ll get somebody else to do it, Jesus!”

Shannon pulled away. Her mind fixated on the image of the book sitting on her desk, the lady looking back at her as she typed away at her computer. Theo Jackson was the reason why she was in the creative writing program to begin with. If she didn’t take the opportunity now, she’d lose the opportunity of having such an exquisite find in her collection.

“I’ll…I’ll do it. I had to think for a minute. You really will pay me, right? Forty bucks?”

“Yes! I’ll give you forty dollars to do the interview for me. Just go before you miss the appointment!” Crystal shouted, but her voice didn’t carry very far.

Shannon clutched the notebook to her chest as she scrambled to find her bag. It was a beat-up leather sack by the door. Shannon stuffed the notebook, extra pens, and whatever else she needed for the day. She changed out of her work uniform and into a pair of khaki slacks and blouse. There wasn’t time to do more than a quick brush and pull her hair into a ponytail. It was unseasonably warm, so Shannon shoved her feet into a pair of flats before heading out the door. She stood in the doorway for a second.

“Feel better,” she shouted to Crystal. Her roommate didn’t acknowledge her.

Shannon bolted down the hall of their apartment complex. She avoided the neighbor carrying a basket of fresh laundry passing by. Shannon gripped her car keys in one hand while skipping every other step down the stairs. Her inconspicuous silver Chevy only stood out because of the massive dent in the hood where a deer had jumped in front of her on the highway. Her cell phone pinged just as she gotten into the car and turned it on. It was Crystal. She texted the address. Shannon cursed; she’d almost left without asking Crystal where she was supposed to meet Philip Hayes. Well, at least she had it now. While in a hurry, Shannon found her way out of the parking lot without hitting other cars or people. In ten minutes, she was on the highway heading for the cropping of skyscrapers.

Shannon parked across the street on the fourth floor of the parking garage. Nowhere else could she find a spot without taking up a “reserved” space. She for the elevator, glancing at her cell phone. Fifteen minutes remained for her to make it down to ground level, run across, the street, and check in with the receptionist at the huge building made of glass and steel beams. One of her flats came off, slamming her into the concrete floor. Shannon wiped away the speck of blood on her bottom lip, got up, and wrestled her shoe back on. Being more careful this time, she sprinted towards the elevator. A yellow chain roped it off with a sign which read in bold red letters “CLOSED FOR REPAIR.”

“Goddamit!” Shannon pulled at her hair.

She looked everywhere on the fourth floor for another way down. The stairwell, of course, was on the other side. Shannon took off her shoes and ran with them in her hand towards the stairwell. She ran down the metal stairs as if someone chasing her. The clatter and clang of her mad dash in the stairwell alerted everyone below that she wasn’t going to stop or slow down for anyone. A couple people in business suits gave her looks, some confused but others more so perturbed by her. Sweat beaded down her face. Tiny, icey pins stung her lungs. Shannon gasped for air once she reached the bottom.

Her hand gripped the rail with her knuckles turning white. She stood there a moment to catch her breath. She dropped her shoes onto the ground and slipped them back on. Shannon glanced at her phone again. Less than ten minutes, her phone warned.

She was running again out of the parking garage. She pressed a fist against the giant button at the crosswalk. Once, twice, three times, but the red figure of the humanoid figure did not change to green. Shannon bounced on her feet, shifting from one leg to the other. She glued her eyes onto the glass doors across the street. Cars, taxies, and buses scuttled past her. A small crowd surrounded her back. One fellow pedestrian stood uncomfortably close so that Shannon smelled the onion on his breath. She looked at her phone again. Seven minutes and counting. She mumbled under breath and cursed. Her teeth opened the cut on her lip a little further as she bit down on her lower lip. No doubt her mouth looked like she’d been in a fight. Biting herself was a problem as it often led her to peeling the skin off her lips and opening herself up to infections. Yes, ladies and gentlefolk, constant lip biting was not sexy.

Her phone read five minutes to the hour. The little figure in the crosswalk light turned green, allowing pedestrians to cross at last.

“Finally,” Shannon hissed under her breath. She sprinted across the street, rushing ahead over everyone else.

She reached the doors and pulled, only to find them heavier than they appeared. Shannon pulled with all her strength to throw the door open. She slipped inside. A security guard held out his hand and gestured to the conveyor belt on the other side of that door. Shannon rolled her eyes but submitted to throwing her bag onto the belt. The guard patted her down without lingering anywhere. She grabbed her bag at the end of the line and marched to the front desk.

Two well-dressed young women, not much older than her, sat gossiping. The minute Shannon approached, they stopped altogether. They were both good-looking, one blonde and the other a brunette. The brunette slid her chair over to her computer while the blonde one addressed Shannon.

“How can I help you?” She asked in a practiced saccharine tone.

“I’m…here…” Shannon wheezed. Her lungs and chest burned with effort. “I’m here for the interview with…Mr. Philip Hayes.”

“Do you have an appointment?”

“I do. It’s under Crystal McBride. I’m from…the University of—”

“Give me one moment,” said the blonde. She punched a button on the sleek black phone beside her. “Hey, Kim. Does Mr. Philips have any appointments today?”

Shannon couldn’t hear what ‘Kim’ from the other end of the phone said. The blonde receptionist nodded. She looked Shannon in the eye and pointed to the wall furthest behind her.

“Mr. Hayes is waiting for you in his office, ma’am. Just take the elevator right over there and hit the button for the tenth floor. His office door should be open.”

Shannon turned and walked towards the wall. Other than the glass doors looking outside, every other was made of tile so smooth and shiny she could make out her reflection in them. The elevator stood between two potted palm trees. She pressed the ‘up’ arrow. It glowed orange for a moment. The elevator shaft rumbled as it descended from whatever floor it was on. It dinged when it reached the lowest floor. Shannon climbed on. She tucked herself into a corner after pressing the button for the tenth floor. The metal doors sealed her in. She closed her eyes to try and not think about the cramped space. At least the ride up gave her more than a minute to catch her breath. She didn’t try to fix her clothes, including the patch of dirt on her now scuffed pant leg or hide the tear on her blouse. Shannon didn’t open her eyes again until the elevator pinged and the doors ‘whooshed’ open.

A white carpet blanketed the tenth floor. To one side, light poured in from the floor to ceiling glass windows. Across from her was a bathroom for women and men. She hopped off the elevator. The occasional potted plant marked the massive space. A fireplace stood further ahead with a couple of leather couches and a glass coffee table. The only other piece of furniture was a solid black desk with an older woman in a mauve jacket sat behind.

“Can I help you?” The woman asked, looking above her glasses.

Shannon swallowed. She opened her mouth as she approached the desk, then closed it. She took a deep breath and tried again.

“I’m…Crystal McBride and I’m here to interview Mr. Philips,” Shannon replied.

“Hello to you too,” the secretary snipped. “I’ll let Mr. Philips know you’re here.”

The secretary rose from her high-backed leather computer chair. She left Shannon standing there by the desk. She shifted on her feet while taking in the minimalistic opulence around her. Much like the first floor, the interior walls were made of sleek white tiles. Shannon almost saw her busted lip in her reflection. Other than the potted plants of small palm trees, ferns, and big-leafed flora that Shannon couldn’t identify, there was no artwork. A long mirror hung above the fireplace, but no art. She didn’t have long to puzzle this. The secretary came back a minute later and held the door open.

“Thank you,” Shannon murmured past.

She stepped across the threshold. The white carpet continued into the office. Philip Hayes stood with his back turned towards the door. His office was just as minimalistic and devoid of decoration as the rest of the building that Shannon saw so far. The big, open space felt freeing yet cloying at the same time. She looked around to see a few pieces of furniture beyond his desk and leather desk chair. Philip looked out into the city below. He clasped his hands together at the small of his back. Shannon, being the ignorant, reclusive bookworm, knew very little about the man she was strongarmed into interviewing an hour ago. He was rich and famous and lived in the city just outside her college campus. From what she gathered, Philip Hayes had a reputation for filling the “billionaire, playboy philanthropist” quite well. Looking around, Shannon wondered if she was going to find his Batman suit.

Philip Hayes didn’t move from the spot by the window. He stood looking out to the city below. Was it a show of arrogance? Like, did he believe he could own anything in the city that caught his eye. Was he thinking about how to acquire the shipping company a block from his building or where he could extend his parking garage across the street? Shannon took a few more steps towards his desk. Her teeth punctured another hole into the skin of her lip causing it to bleed more. She swallowed the lump in her throat.

“Mr. Hayes…”

Philip Hayes inhaled sharply. Shannon’s body stiffened. She half-expected him to turn around and insult her tardiness or appearance, but Philip simply moved away from the window. He rubbed his face.

“I’m sorry. I didn’t mean to startle you,” said Shannon.

“No, I’m the one who should apologize. I knew you were coming, but I got lost in my own thoughts. Please, let’s have a seat more comfortable than my desk.” He showed her the couches and loveseat on the other side of the room.

The biggest flatscreen TV that Shannon had ever seen hung on the wall. Shannon sat down on the couch and was nearly swallowed by its cushioning. Philip took the loveseat perpendicular to her. Without his back to her, Shannon could see why he had a certain reputation. She didn’t have an opinion on jawlines, but Philip’s could cut glass. His strong jaw was comparable to his high cheekbones. His face was angular. Dark brown hair crowned his head, but it was too long for the typical of business owner. Then again, Shannon didn’t know many business owners Philip Hayes’ age. He looked scruffy around the jaw and chin like he forgot to shave this morning. Dark circles and bags hung out under his dark eyes. The tip of his Roman nose looked pink in color.

“Are you ready to get started, Ms. McBride? I don’t mean to rush but I have a business meeting in an hour and a half. I’m sorry to say that time is money,” said Philip.

Shannon’s brain scrambled for a minute. She opened her bag and took out the notebook and a fistful of pens. Shannon flipped to the first page of the notebook, a blank page, and put a pen in her hand, then froze.

Shit. Shit. Shit. SHIT!

Her palms began sweating. Shannon wracked her brain. Crystal hadn’t bothered to tell her what questions she was supposed to ask the man. Television static replaced whatever brain functions Shannon was operating on. The temples in her forehead throbbed with each passing second she didn’t say anything.

“Are you alright, Ms. McBride? You seem like you have your head somewhere else. Can I get you a glass of water maybe?”

Shannon shot her head towards Mr. Hayes.

“You’re bleeding,” said Philip.

He stood up from his seat and walked over to his desk where he plucked a tissue from a box. Philip returned and held it out to her.

“Um, thank you,” said Shannon. She pressed the tissue to her lip. “I, uh, faceplanted itno some concrete on the way over here.”

“Is that how you scuffed your pants?” Philip gestured to the mark on her pants just below the knee.

“S-Sorry. I tripped and I obviously didn’t have time to change and I was already running late and traffic—” Words were spewing out of her mouth faster than Philip could probably understand.

“There’s no need to apologize. Sometimes things happen. I’m just happy to help out a student of my alma mater. I like to give back when I can,” said Philip.

Shannon stared at him for a moment.

“You went to the University of Plainsor? Somehow I don’t believe you,” said Shannon.

“We all start somewhere. Did you think was I born with a silver spoon in my mouth?” Philip laughed.

“Not really. I just didn’t picture the start of your success at some no name university, that’s all.”

Philip shrugged. “For someone who wants to be a journalist, you’re starting at the same no-name university, aren’t you? You want to see that name in the New York Times, don’t you?”

“I—”

“Let me be frank, Ms. McBride, and I apologize if I sound crass, but I have a very busy schedule today and I don’t really have a lot of time to make small talk. I find it a little unprofessional for you to come in today without prepared questions. I’d be more than happy to reschedule, though I understand this also part of an assignment for school. I can always inform your professor that you need more time to gather your thoughts,” said Philip.

Color drained from Shannon’s face. This was all her fault, wasn’t it? If she bothered to ask Crystal what questions she needed to ask or got here fifteen minutes early so she wouldn’t rush, none of this would be happening. It didn’t help matters that Philip stood there watching her. Her chest felt tight. The room was spinning.

“I-I can do it. I promise. I-I won’t take up anymore of your time, Mr. Hayes. Just let me ask a few questions. I swear, I know what I’m doing.” A rock lodged itself in her throat. It was a wonder Philip could understand her with how much stammering she was doing. “It’s just…you look pretty tired yourself. I…I don’t mean to be rude, but those are some pretty deep dark cicrcles under your eyes.”

“Start questions with how I got here and work from there,” said Philip.

“I’m sorry?”

“If it’s an article you want, you should rework the question. A little unorthodox, but I’m sure your readers will appreciate the human side of me.” He sat back down at the loveseat, granting her plenty of space.

Shannon looked down at the notebook. She glanced between the blank page and Philip Hayes. She swallowed past the hard thumb in her throat and moved the tissue red with her blood off her lip.

“Um, right, let’s start from the beginning, sir. H-How did you start from the university to where you are now? Was this the v-vision you always had? What were the goals then and how do they differ from the ones you have now?”

“See. You can do it. Though for the record, I really recommend you start with questions first. Someone’s time and money are valuable to them, so don’t waste it on small talk.”

“T-Thank you, sir. I’ll try to keep that in mind,” said Shannon.

Butterflies swarmed her stomach. Philip reclined in his loveseat and smiled. There was a bit of the devil in his smile, like he was keeping a secret from her.

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𝙶𝚎𝚗𝚛𝚎: 𝚂𝚖𝚞𝚝, 𝙵𝚕𝚞𝚏𝚏.

𝚂𝚞𝚖𝚖𝚊𝚛𝚢: 𝚆𝚊𝚗𝚝𝚒𝚗𝚐 𝚝𝚘 𝚋𝚛𝚘𝚊𝚍𝚎𝚗 𝚑𝚒𝚜 𝚏𝚒𝚕𝚖𝚒𝚗𝚐 𝚎𝚗𝚍𝚎𝚊𝚟𝚘𝚛𝚜, 𝙷𝚘𝚗𝚐𝚓𝚘𝚘𝚗𝚐'𝚜 𝚗𝚎𝚠 𝚙𝚛𝚘𝚓𝚎𝚌𝚝 𝚛𝚎𝚚𝚞𝚒𝚛𝚎𝚜 𝚝𝚑𝚎 𝚊𝚜𝚜𝚒𝚜𝚝𝚊𝚗𝚌𝚎 𝚘𝚏 𝚑𝚒𝚜 𝚐𝚒𝚛𝚕𝚏𝚛𝚒𝚎𝚗𝚍 𝚊𝚗𝚍 𝚘𝚗𝚎 𝚘𝚏 𝚑𝚒𝚜 𝚐𝚛𝚘𝚞𝚙 𝚖𝚊𝚝𝚎𝚜.

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The young female looked at the male in front of her in an appalled manner.

"Umm.....what?" She could not believe the words that just came out of his mouth.

Her boyfriend however didn't seem bothered by her reaction nor did the overly enthusiastic smile on his face brush off.

"How do you feel about helping me make a sex tape?" He repeated his previous request.

The girl raised an eyebrow at him, wondering if perhaps he was still drunk from the previous night in which he and some of the other members decided to act like dumb teens and got wasted in their dorm, resulting in him drunk calling his girlfriend and her coming over to help out the oldest and the tallest member control the other 6 men who were going berserk.

"When did you even get an idea like that?" She questioned him.

"Last night actually."

She threw her hands up and huffed.

"That's it. I'm not letting you anywhere near any alchohol for the next year." She swore to herself.

"Awww Y/N, baby, come on, don't be like that. Hear me out."

Taking one of her arms, he pressed her body against his, both of them still warm given it hadn't been long since they got out of the comfort of the bed. With one hand caressing her lower back and the other running itself through her hair, Hongjoong began to lazily press kiss across her jaw, knowing fully well it was a weakness to get her to give in.

"Think about how pretty you'll look. I'll edit it so you look even more beautiful. It'll be like one of those romantic adult films we watch together, and I know for a fact you like watching the explicit scenes."

Y/N let out a soft and shy giggle at being called out like that. She had often wondered, even out loud, how actors could actually go forth with such erotic scenes. She had to admit she admired their courage for doing them so effortlessly.

"Are you sure it's not something you wanna film to take with you whenever you're oversea? Watch a replay of you fucking me dumb?"

Now it was Hongjoong's turn to blush red. Y/N noticed how he swallowed hard, meaning there was something else.

"Hongjoong..... you were suggesting that you film us having sex...right?"

Hongjoong's eyes began to waver nervously.

"Well um...I was actually thinking more along the lines of....... someone else.....fucking you.." He stammered the last parts out.

"Are you serious?!" Y/N pushed him off her in a horrified manner, her hands fanning her face as she felt herself getting hot all of a sudden.

"Come on. You're acting like it's illegal or something. No one else besides us, and I guess the third person, will know about it." He tried to convince her.

"It's not illegal but it is insane. Who did you even think would agree to something like this?" She crossed her arms, waiting to hear what brilliant idea he came up with.

"I was hoping one of the guys would be a willing-"

"No way! That'd be even more embarrassing! It already gets awkward whenever one of them accidentally walks around with no shirt on around me, how could I possibly look at them in the face after we fuck?"

Not willing to listen to her crazy boyfriend, Y/N picked up her bag and reminded him to drink lots of water before sauntering out of his room, waving goodbye to Seonghwa who was in the kitchen and leaving before Hongjoong made things more embarrassing for her. Slumping down on the kitchen table, Hongjoong had a huge pout on his face.

"Lover's quarrels?" His same age friend asked as he began rinsing the dishes.

"Something like that." Hongjoong sighed.

"Whatever it is, I'm sure you two will figure it out. One of you ends up giving in sooner or later." He assured him.

Seonghwa was indeed right. Even if either one of you said no at first, you'd always, always, end up giving in just to try something new. That thought made Hongjoong lighten up and he began to think more about how to put his plan in motion. Firstly, he needed to pick one of the members who not only would be comfortable doing something like that, but would match the needed sex appeal.

"Jongho is out of the question. He's never even dated anyone." Hongjoong began thinking, evaluating in his head all his possible candidates.

"Mingi isn't a good choice either, he already has a lot to deal with so I'm not even going to bother with him."

Hongjoong then thought about Yeosang. He was good looking, but the problem was Yeosang was extremely reserved, not to mention he and Y/N weren't very close to each other. It would be bad chemistry. And his roommate and best friend Wooyoung was a strict no.

"I already know that little brat has a little crush on my girlfriend. If anything letting him fuck her would be like giving a little kid a candy shop all to themselves. I need someone who has absolutely no romantic inclinations so afterwards everything can go back to normal."

Turning his head, Hongjoong scanned Seonghwa up and down. He seemed like a possible choice. He was tall, very handsome, he and Y/N got along very well, in fact he was the one closest to her besides him. He knew for a fact Seonghwa was not innocent or pure in the slightest bit. And he'd be very professional about it. It seemed there was no question about Seonghwa being the best candidate.

"Wait! But they're close. What if this plan backfires and I accidentally ruin their friendship?"

Hongjoong groaned as he realized this was proving to be a lot harder than he thought. His mind then thought about Yunho. Yunho would be perfect in the more erotic sense given his size. He was tall, lean but well built and with defined muscles. And it'd be pretty interesting to watch and see if his girlfriend would be able to take a monster cock like that cause Yunho was definitely packing a lot.

Getting up, Hongjoong seemed decided as he walked down the hallway to have a little chat with his favorite donsaeng. Just before he could knock on the door to his room, it actually opened by itself, or more like, someone else came out right at that moment. It was none other than San, whose recently dyed blonde hair was messy. His skin had somewhat of a glow to it even if he was suffering from a major hangover. He was completely shirtless, his honey abs looking amazing as usual. The sweatpants he was wearing were hanging low on him, the V line near his pelvis poking out. And to top off the visual, his nipples were sticking out due to the piercings that he had recently gotten, a naughty secret that he had kept well hidden for a while til Wooyoung ratted him out. Hongjoong had never actually seen them, but now that he did, a light bulb went off in his head.

"Hyung.....my head is killing me." San groaned loudly, one arm weakly holding him steady against the doorframe.

That tiny sound that came out of the younger male's mouth sealed the deal for Hongjoong. San was absolutely perfect.

"Sannie....... when you're feeling better, Hyung wants to talk to you about something."

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"You're looking especially lovely tonight my dear." Hongjoong looked at his girlfriend who was sitting patiently on her bed, wearing a cute off white two piece lingerie set.

"You always say things like that whenever I'm going to suck your dick." She pointed out, although it wasn't meant to be ill intended.

Hongjoong simply continued to have that suspicious smirk plastered on as he finished setting up the last camera, having placed several ones on different parts of the room to capture different angles of the scene that was about to take place in those 4 walls. On a small stand, he had already installed his laptop so he could monitor more closely all the shots being taken and to start or pause anything if needed. Glancing at the time, he knew it was only a matter of time before their guest arrived.

"You're taking awfully long for someone who was aching to get their dick wet." She snorted, wondering how on earth could Hongjoong be so calm and collected.

Hearing a knock on the door, Y/N raised an eyebrow as she was not expecting anyone, but it seemed Hongjoong wasn't fazed at all. He actually sprinted out of his seat in lighting speed to open the door.

"Yeah but it's not my dick that's getting wet." He sent her a wink.

Before she could even ask him what he meant, San was already being dragged inside the room. He too looked puzzled when he saw his older friend's girlfriend on the bed wearing something so daring.

"Wow! Ok! I take it I got here too early?" San asked as he covered up his face with his hands.

"No San, you're not early. You're right on time actually."

Slumping an arm around him, Hongjoong pulled him into the center of the room.

"He's the one getting his dick wet."

Once she realized what was happening, Y/N grabbed a pillow and chucked it at her scheming boyfriend.

"Kim Hongjoong! You liar! You told me that we were going to be filming a sex tape between ourselves!" She exclaimed.

"A what?!" A confused San shouted, now more embarrased than ever.

"I knew that if I told you both what I really wanted you here for neither of you would agree and would probably think I'm weird or something." Hongjoong tried to explain himself.

"Oh I don't think, I know you're weird, wanting one of your members and your girlfriend to fuck each other just so you could make a porn out of it."

San reddened furiously at her words, eyes looking everywhere but at Hongjoong or Y/N. By now he had already opted for just staying quiet as he listened to the couple banter back and forth amongst themselves.

"What made you think San, out of all people, would want to even touch me?"

That caught said man's attention.

"Wait, hold on. What's that supposed to mean?" He squinted at her, eyes narrowing into slits. Y/N could feel the immediate change in his demeanor.

"Well you know just that.....it's you we're talking about San. Do you know how many girls thirst over you? Why would you even bother looking at someone like me when you look like that?" She gestured at his body and face, trying to get her point across.

San felt somewhat offended by her statement. She made it out to be like he was superficial or that he only cared about looks. Moreover, he didn't like hearing her talk about herself in that way. Brushing past his Hyung, San came to stand in front Y/N, eyes peering down at her. Feeling the intensity of his stare bear down on her, especially given her state of near undress contrasting his full dressed self made her feel self conscious. When she tried to cross her arms to cover herself, San was having none of that as he suddenly gripped her wrists and held them in front of her face.

"And do you have any idea how many of us have checked you out even though we know that you belong to Hongjoong? Do you think some of us didn't feel bad when we found out he decided to take you for himself?"

His admittance not only shocked her but her boyfriend behind them, who had thought only one member had been disappointed when they announced that they were dating. Noticing her shocked expression, San leaned in and smiled at her innocently.

"Don't worry too much about me though, I was mostly disappointed at the fact that I might never get a chance to tap that cute ass of yours." He expressed with no hint of shame whatsoever. San drew his gaze down to fully look at her, admire her silhouette for the first time ever since he walked in the room.

"But now that I know Hyung wants someone to fuck his girlfriend...well.... it'd be my pleasure." He let out a low chuckle before pulling her against him, hands caressing the sides of her torso. Taking one of her hands, he brought it up to his face to place kisses on her palm. Turning to the man that was forgotten for a minute, San raised an eyebrow.

"Tell me right now if there's anything you definitely don't want me to do, otherwise I'm going to have my way with her as I like."

Hongjoong thought about it for a second, wondering if there was something he did not want.

"You're absolutely not allowed to leave hickeys on her. I don't mind you leaving red hand prints or even cumming inside her since that can be cleaned up or will fade in a coupe's hours."

Moving back to go sit on the chair next to the laptop, Hongjoong leaned back and stared at San with a warning glare.

"But I want absolutely nothing that will last for days. That's only for me to do."

San scoffed at how silly Hongjoong sounded, but nodded nonetheless. Meanwhile Y/N looked back and forth at their exchange with fascination. It was arousing hearing them talk about her as if she was nothing more than a mere sex object, and she was loving it.

"Oh and San? Remember I'm going to film this. Try to make it as interested as possible. I mean... if you can that is." Hongjoong smiled slyly, sending challenge to the younger member.

"Oh trust me. I'll fuck her like she's famous." San bragged.

Y/N watched as San began pulling his shirt over his head. Raking her eyes over his arms, abs and chest, they widened considerably when they saw the metal piercings on his nipples. One hand actually came to clasp around her open mouth, she was that surprised.

"Remember I told you not to baby him too much cause he's not actually a baby?" Hongjoong snickered at her reaction, actually finding it funny.

"Hey if it diverts attention from you, I don't care."

Pushing her back until they were right next to the bed, San cupped her face and leaned in, lips nearly kissing hers.

"Are you all right with this?" He wanted to get her consent before anything else.

Letting out a hum, Y/N wrapped her hands on the base of his neck.

"Fuck me like I'm famous." She repeated what he said before.

"Ok."

As soon as their bodies and mouths connected, Hongjoong's finger pressed record so as to not miss anything. Sitting back, he decided to enjoy the show, a satisfied smile on his face after seeing that everything had gone according to plan. Their lips molded perfectly against each other's, their makeout session rivaling those of some of the biggest and steamy ones they'd see on tv. Tracing the outline of his lips with her tongue, Y/N successfully managed to get San to allow her access into his mouth. Her tongue settled against his and vice versa, muffled humming adding to the intensity of their kiss. San couldn't keep his hands off her lower back, eventually placing them right on her ass. Hongjoong inwardly patted himself on the back as he had deduced before that San was more of an ass man and now he was getting confirmation of it as he watched his hands cup and harshly squeeze his girlfriend's cheeks.

Not wanting only him to have his fun, Y/N thought it would be a good idea to test just how sensitive his nipples were. Sliding a hand up his torso, it pressed itself onto one of his pecs. She grinned when San emitted a whimper in her mouth when she pinched on his nipple, making sure to twist some of the piercing around.

"Oh my-" San groaned when her mouth detached itself from his in order to give attention to his nipples. He was whining and whimpering each time her tongue flicked around his buds and letting out choked gasps when her teeth would softly tug at them.

"Enjoying your new toy?" Hongjoong piped up, reminding them both that they were being watched.

"Just as much as you're enjoying me wreck your girl." San spat back at him, hissing when he suddenly felt Y/N sucked onto one of his nipples.

"Please. I've barely seen any action yet."

Hearing his taunting words, San pushed Y/N onto her knees, bringing her face close to the tent in his pants. Tilting her chin up, he rubbed his thumb across her bottom lip.

"You have really pretty lips. All plump and pink.... I wonder how they'll look like if they're red, swollen and stuffed with my cock."

Making a quick work of his zipper, San pulled his jeans down along with his underwear, letting out his cock that was thick and well above average in length. Y/N licked her lips when she saw that the tip was glistening with precum that had dripped out when it was freed from its confinement. San was definitely bigger than Hongjoong, she wasn't going to deny that. She began to wonder if she could even fit that entire thing in her mouth, but she for sure wanted to try.

"I think the little cockslut is eager to suck you off San." Hongjoong sat up straighter in his seat, eyes focused on every detail in front of him.

"Is that right?"

Y/N exhaled softly when she felt San slap his cock against her cheek, running the tip on her cupid's bow.

"Go ahead. Just try and see if you can take me." He shot her a cocky grin.

Wanting to wipe that grin off his face, Y/N inserted the tip inside her mouth, keeping eye contact with San the entire time. She first tested the waters by slurping his head, indeed getting a reaction out of him since his thighs involuntarily shuddered. Feeling motivated, she slowly took more of him into her mouth, inch by inch he was slowly stuffing her full. Her cheeks hollowed out to help her fit him better, but still she gagged slightly when she felt him hit the back of her throat. Nevertheless she was proud of herself at being able to stuff his cock in her.

"Holy crap Y/N, are you trying to prove something?" Hongjoong stared in shock and arousal at seeing his significant other with another man's cock down her throat.

"Yeah, prove that she likes my cock better than yours." San gloated as he pulled her off his length only to stuff it back in and causing the female under him to let out a choked out gasp followed by a line of drool spilling onto the floor.

Grabbing her hair and pulling it up into a makeshift ponytail, San used it to keep her head up as he began a pattern of pulling out slowly only to force himself back inside her. He loved watching the messy scene in between his legs. Spit running down Y/N's chin, the corners of her eyes stained with tears, her muffled whines that were muted every time his shaft filled her mouth, the way his leader was sitting just a few feet away watching as his precious girlfriend was getting face fucked by someone else, San was enjoying it too much. His head was thrown back as he kept forcing his cock deep in her mouth, the loud slurping sounds of her swallowing around him complimenting the hisses and groans that were being exuded from his lips.

"Fuck! Oh my- are you ok with me cumming in your mouth?"

Judging by the way Y/N moaned around his organ and her hand cupped his balls to fondle them, San was taking that as a green light. Releasing her hair, he held onto the back of her head and pushed himself forcefully to and fro in her wet cavern, using it as leverage to help him reach his climax. Through shattered breath and clenched teeth, San's cum poured down her throat, hips stuttering and bucking further up to help him ride out his orgasm. When he pulled out, Y/N immediately gasped for air, her hair in complete disarray, lips darkened and wet with saliva.

"If that isn't one of the hottest images I've ever seen." Hongjoong added his input. He always did love seeing what a mess Y/N turned into after getting her pretty and delicate face fucked and abused.

Y/N smiled over at her boyfriend, looking at the tent in his pants before sending him a flirty wink accompanied by a swipe of tongue across her lips.

"You can suck him off after I'm done with you baby, but right now, I want you focused on me." San made her turn her attention back to him as he lifted her off the floor and set her on the edge of the bed. He showed no hesitation as he practically ripped her underwear off her body before tossing it behind him, making sure it landed on Hongjoong's lap.

"Jerk yourself off with that in the meantime cause you're not getting her back for a while."

Toying with the fabric in his hand, Hongjoong sneered at the younger male.

"Trust me, I have more self control than you'd think." He assured him.

"Let's see about that."

Getting down on his knees to be at eye level with her wet and shining folds, San dived in and began consuming her taste. His tongue moved languidly around her slit, savoring her taste on his tongue. Y/N's hands gripped and clutched the blanket underneath her, causing it to wrinkle up from how hard she was tugging at them. Her breath hitched whenever San gave all of his attention to her clit, sucking on the sensitive flesh until it began developing a slightly reddish tint. Her lips were also becoming engorged as San continued his assault on her mound, face practically buried inside her thighs. All throughout it, Hongjoong just took in every sharp intake of breath and every scrunched up expression Y/N made. It gave him joy to know she was definitely enjoying herself, her pleasure always been something he took into consideration.

"Good to see you know how to eat a girl out Sannie. I was afraid I was going to have to step in and show you why rapper are superior." He couldn't help himself but boast, after all, he had pride in being able to get a girl to cum multiple times with just his tongue.

Ignoring the older man's words, San gripped her thighs to hold her down. His tongue sped up as it slurped and slithered all over her heat, applying just enough pressure with his broad strokes across her labia folds. The girl on top of him tried to move his face away from her body as she felt the blood rushing down to her legs, face becoming heated as she knew she would burst any moment. She blamed Hongjoong for this, having spoiled and played around so much with her pussy that she was overly sensitive whenever she received oral sex. The fire pooling in her lower abdomen was about to explode.

"Ah! San- please!"

Muscles tightening and her upper body writhing, Y/N couldn't hold back as she began pumping out her orgasmic juices, her back falling back on the mattress while her mind blocked out anything that wasn't the immense feeling that was taking over her senses at the moment. San lapped up her juices generously, feeling smug about getting her to cum, although he knew it wouldn't be the only time she would be doing that. Sitting up, he allowed her to catch her breath and regain her senses before he continued with what he had in store.

Hongjoong looked with curiosity as San made Y/N sit back up and turned her over on all fours. Hongjoong couldn't stop the laugh that escaped his lips.

"You're gonna fuck her doggy style? Can't you be more creative?"

San didn't let his words deter him, he simply unclipped Y/N's bra and removed it from her body.

"I told you I was gonna fuck her like she's famous and that's exactly what I'm going to do."

His hands roamed across her body, caressing the curves and dips of her hips as he pressed his erection in between her ass cheeks. Y/N pushed her ass further back, impatient at the thought of having her hole filled up by him.

"See? Even she wants to be fucked like a little bitch in heat."

Y/N couldn't suppress the moan escaping her lips at being degraded like that.

"Wow, you're such a whore." Hongjoong mused when he heard her reaction.

"You offered this whore to your friend now suck it up and watch him pound my pussy." She giggled softly.

"Oh baby, I'm not just going to pound this pussy. I'm aiming to destroy it."

Lining himself against her hole, San slowly sunk his length deep into her walls. He felt as if he was being swallowed by her warmth that it took everything in him not to start fucking her right then. He made sure to give her time to adjust to his size.

"Hyung do you not fuck her enough? She's unbelievably tight and she feels too good." San grunted, dick twitching inside her as it ached for any sort of movement.

Hongjoong did not hide his displeased face.

"I fuck her quite often thank you very much."

San clicked his tongue in a cocky way.

"Whatever you say."

Y/N cried out in a high pitched tone when San suddenly pulled out only to plunge himself back into her. He set a merciless rhythm as his cock tore her walls open, stretching them as far as they could go, a stinging yet delicious burn heating her up. Strangled noises proceeded to spill forward from her throat mixing in perfectly with the sound of their skin smacking against each other. Shifting angles so his dick could hit against her g-spot every time it was shoved inside her, San's skin was already emitting that after sex glow, sweat beads forming on his temples. He looked completely focused, eyes trained on her ass cheeks that bounced with each of his thrusts. Unable to resist the urge, he brought one hand up so it could slap her skin.

"Oh s-shit!" She exclaimed, the force and unexpected smack on her bum nearly had her upper body collapsing on the bed.

"Can you smack her a little harder?" If Y/N wasn't so caught up with San fucking her so harshly, she would have noted the nearly sadistic tone in her boyfriend's voice.

"Just tell me if I can't take it baby." San caressed the patch of skin he had just slapped.

"Trust me, she can. She enjoys a little pain every now and then." Her boyfriend dished on that dirty little secret.

One slap was soon followed by several more. San made sure to alternate between each of her butt cheeks. Y/N's wailing began to get increasingly louder and frantic, her ass stinging every time San's hand smacked it, making a majority of it turn a deep red color. But he made sure that it wouldn't leave any bruising or anything of that sort remembering Hongjoong's previous rule.

"Damn you're so fucking loud."

The shocked gasp coming out her mouth was half muffled when San pushed her head against one of the pillows, effectively burying her loud mouth into the sheets.

"San didn't you said you'd fuck her like she's famous? Then why cover up her screaming?" Hongjoong pondered, one hand rubbing at the top of his thigh.

"Scream? You wanna really hear her scream?"

Yanking her back up from her hair, Y/N only managed to catch her breath for one second before she felt herself flipped onto her back. The intrusion of San's large cock was just as seering as the first one but it was welcomed nonetheless by her walls fluttering around his cock. One of her legs was thrown over his shoulder, his brutal pace heightening the build up in her stomach. Her fleshy mound was extremely swollen and had a pinkish red tint to it. Knowing how vulnerable she was, San licked his fingers before taking them out of his mouth only to have them come down on her clit.

"Oh-oh fuck!" Y/N threw her head back on the pillow, eyes shut tight with tears staining the corners of them as she felt slap after slap on her throbbing and pulsating pussy.

"You like that you little whore? Yes you do, you clench around me every time I do this." San smirked when he placed one final blow on her tender flesh that was responsive to any of his touches.

Y/N was starting to see white flashes of light in her vision, unable to hear or feel anything that wasn't the grazing inside her wetness. With whimpered crying, her arms and upper body writhed uncontrollably as San's hips continued jolting up into her, shaky breaths and pants keeping her from forming any coherent words as her juices poured out of her body. Feeling her heat cover him completely, San trailed not far behind her as his cock twitched and his seed painted her insides.

"Ah fuck!"

He jerked himself until he made sure to fill her to the brim, not satisfied until he had spurted out the last drop of cum he had in him to release. When he pulled out of her hole, he let out a groan of accomplishment as the white and milky like secretion seeped out of her hole, some of it glistening against her folds.

"You capturing that well Hyung?" San turned to Hongjoong.

"Oh trust me, it's all coming out beautifully." He answered as he looked at the computer screen, fingers working unbelievably quick to make sure to save the raw video in his files.

Getting up to go clean himself up on the bathroom, San picked up his clothes that were discarded on the floor. Before he could walk out the door, he was about to ask Y/N if she wanted to join him but she was already busying herself by kneeling in front of her boyfriend.

"Aren't you going to get cleaned up?"

Humming softly as she began undoing Hongjoong's belt, Y/N replied with a mischievous smile.

"Maybe later. Right now I gotta take care of my handsome man, after all, he's been sitting here with a hard ass boner." She chuckled as his dick sprang free.

"God, I love you so much baby."

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behind closed doors

♡ pairing: harry potter x reader x ginny weasley

♡ summary: ginny wants to add a third person to her sex life with harry and you make them both glad he said yes.

♡ requested: yes | no

♡ warnings: oh my god it's FILTH ─ swearing, threesome smut, oral sex (female & male receiving), face fucking, fingering, vaginal sex, praise/possession kink, scissoring, overstimulation, nipple play/praise, cum slut stuff but i got no clue what to tag that as. also i didn’t proofread or edit because if i reread any of this shit i know it won’t get posted LMAO

it was funny, really.

everyone thought the chosen one was this awkward, inexperienced git when it came to sex. and they all thought the youngest and only girl of the weasleys must be this pure little princess. but, they were oh so wrong and you knew that first hand.

you knew because harry was almost at his breaking point. he didn’t think there was anything as precious or plain sexy as ginevra weasley but merlin, did she have some odd kinks. he’d do them all for her, even enjoyed some of them. but this one had harry redder than dragon breath.

“ginny, i don’t want another guy with his hands on you when we’re being intimate!”

finally snapping, harry was flushed and frustrated. it was the second time ginny had brought up the possibility of bringing another person into their bedroom and harry did not see the appeal. the weasley girl perked an eyebrow, however, and laughed.

“who said anything about a guy, dear?” ginny toyed with a charm on the bracelet you’d given her and shook her head. “you know my friend, y/n, don’t you?”

the boy’s eyes widened behind his glasses and his mouth went a bit dry. “yes,” was all he managed, trying to remember what house you were even in. what he did remember was that you were quite the sight to look at.

ginny grabbed harry's hand, “we had a bit of a thing before you and i. she’s a fun person, she’d do it without any strings attached.”

how had harry had no idea that his girlfriend had been sleeping with y/n? and why did the idea of letting her into the equation arouse him so much? although surprised that ginny felt absolutely no jealousy or even batted an eye at the situation, he found himself grinning when ginny did at his sudden nod.

this was how you’d ended up with harry potter’s cock buried in your pussy while your face was in ginny’s. and right now, it wasn’t very funny at all. what it was fell under the category of fucking like heaven.

“oh, good girl, just like that, y/n!”

ginny moaned with her head thrown back. her eyes were rolling back into her head with every moan she heard from her boyfriend paired with the warm vibrations of yours meeting her pussy. “look so pretty, taking harry’s cock for us,” you responded to her dirty praise by a finger into her dripping cunt, your tongue still assaulting her folds and your ass in the air. she moaned even louder and barely made eye contact with harry, who was still thrusting into your clenching walls. “so good, y/n... blimey, gin, she’s so tight,”

“and ours,” the panting girl added, her hands now gripping your hair messily. “our pretty little slut, in’t that right, harry?” he agreed with a rather distracted grunt but ginny was too occupied to respond, screaming as you put your fingers as deep into her as you could, curling and pumping while your tongue kept adoring her clit. “oh, y/n, y/n, y/n,” it was impossible at this point to tell whose moans were whose and who was saying your name louder, but either way it was addicting.

“f-fuck!” you babbled incoherently, harry and ginny's names both getting lost on the way out of your mouth. harry burst into you with a final, shallow thrust, moaning like a porn star. your orgasm clenched your stomach and your walls tightened around harry’s dick while you came, the white liquid seeping out into ginny’s view. your breathy moan was hot on ginny’s throbbing pink pussy and the sight made her want to come, hard. you took your fingers away and instantly replaced them with your tongue. gripping her thighs tightly, you let all of her sweet cum enter your mouth and drip down your chin eagerly.

“oh, that’s a good girl,” ginny was breathing fast and giving both of you a toothy grin ─ one which you and harry returned. “how hot does she look, harry?”

“so hot,” harry gasped, forehead sweaty and cheeks flushed red. “so hot covered in our cum, she knows that, doesn’t she?”

nodding and flustered, you tried to gather yourself after being fucked and fucking ginny at the same time but you were flipped onto your back. a loud yelp caught both ginny and harry and they both wore different smirks on their face. harry's said he was nothing short of loving the experience and ginny was thinking of ways to make it better for the former... and herself.

“open,” she commanded, biting her bottom lip with the cockiest look on her face. without any hesitation, you spread your legs as wide as you could to let ginny do whatever she wanted with you. “good little girl, you’ll be rewarded,” she hummed and you were desperate to be touched again. “but first ‘m gonna let harry have a bit more fun, show him just how good you are with that pretty mouth.”

the messy haired boy was already pumping up and down his shaft, tip as pink as his cheeks. “open?” harry’s request was softer but in some way, just as sexy as ginny’s. you parted your lips just enough to take his tip between them and sucked softly, eyes intent on harry while you did so. his were already scrunched in need and you made your way down, cum covered lips and saliva wetting his dick for you to suck him better. with hollowed cheeks, you bobbed up and down on his length, feeling more and more satisfied with his bucks hitting your throat. even gagging on his cock and nose hitting right above where he was slapping against his own skin, you moaned and sucked until ginny spit on your cunt.

“oh,” you let out muffled on harry. no longer watching you two, ginny was lowering her own pussy onto yours and the heat of both your aroused cunts felt heavenly. you whimpered with your lips around harry, tears streaming down your face, hoping to be touched by ginny. your wish was granted as you moaned muffled again and she sank onto you, using your thigh to ride your pussy. clits rubbing against one another with deliciously rough friction, cock all the way into your mouth, you saw stars. it didn’t even matter whose cum was dripping down your leg when the pleasure you felt was so mindblowing and harry was spilling his seed down your throat. “good little cum slut,” ginny rubbed your clit harshly.

“ginny, this is so good,” you groaned, on the verge of a sob, “but ‘m too sensitive, just let me please you guys,”

as if you’d told a funny joke, she laughed and turned to harry. “your turn baby, i want that pretty, pretty mouth back between my legs now that she’s all swollen and sexy,”

“poor thing,” harry chuckled at your scream when he attached his mouth to your soaked and abused pussy. his hands yanked you by the ass and he ate you out like you were a fucking pumpkin pasty. ginny lowered to sit this time on your mouth, facing harry’s buried head. whimpering almost pitifully, though extremely sexy to the couple you were pleasing, your tongue took messy movements to ginny’s pussy.

she was so wet that it didn't matter how out of it the sensations had you, your open mouth on her core was enough to have ginny spitting moan after moan. “cum now, y/n, i know you’ve got another one left in you,” harry cooed. you couldn’t even object with your mouth so preoccupied and all coherent thoughts being smashed by harry’s tongue fucking your hole. “that's it,” his teeth grazed you while you came and your sob on ginny’s pussy sent her to the very edge of her orgasm.

right then and there, she could have orgasmed all over your flushed face but she held on and took her pale fingers to your breasts. “i think she’s got one more in her harry, fuck her one more time,” she purred, hips bucking on your lips. the strangled moan you exhaled made harry beam while he prepared to enter you again. “you love it, don't you?” your mouth tasting between ginny’s slick folds wouldn’t let you scream his name, but you desperately wanted to when harry pushed all of his inches into you. “being just a pretty cum slut?”

in only a minute, ginny’s release washed over your face and flooded your senses. all you tasted was the last ginny had before she collpased beside you, panting heavily. she watched as harry kept fucking you like you were theirs. “pretty tits bouncing, shame we didn't give ‘em too much attention,” she chirped. your teary eyes widened, you weren’t sure if you could take ginny touching your breasts on top of harry pounding into you. but you desperately wanted to.

it must have showed in your eyes, or admittedly, in ginny’s desire because she wrapped her lips around one of your nipples and pinched the other one before switching to soft flicking. “so tasty,” she alternated, praising both your tits with her skilled fingers and warm mouth. about to coax you into your orgasm, you finished loudly and harry let himself release the second that you did. pulling out, he found his way next to ginny and wrapped his hands around her waist while she focused on your tits, tired yet euphoric. “aren’t they perfect?” ginny hummed contently and released them, and harry stroked your hair and ginny's.

“y’know, perfect’s just one word i’d use for this.”

the lovely filth of having the wild versions of harry potter and ginny weasley all to yourself were some of your best nights, you often thought. though you supposed deep down that they were the ones who had you to themselves, you didn’t care. what mattered much more was that you ─ and certainly ginny and harry ─ were quite glad that you were their good, little slut.

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