#count: 896

[cranberrymoons]

hey sweetheart

prompt: meetcute at work (@steddieholidaydrabbles) rated: e (18+) word count: 896 words tags: modern au, line cook eddie/waiter steve, hooking up

welcome to Day 4 of the fic advent calendar – bite-sized fics posting every day during the month of december. enjoy!

Steve is halfway through his first week when he meets him: the line cook with the long hair pulled back in a bun, the stark black lines of tattoos snaking up his arms, the flirty little smile that he flashes in Steve’s direction when Steve comes back to pick up Table 6’s starters.

It’s a hell of a time to start a job in the first place: mid-holiday season, no one around to train him except Robin who’s only worked there a couple weeks longer than he has and knows next to nothing about The Way Things Work.

But she’s Robin, and she’s familiar, and she knows him well enough to warn him to avoid the flirty long-haired line cook with the big brown eyes and the dimples and the million watt smile directed right at him and – 

Fuck.

“Sweetheart, you rang in Table Twelve wrong,” the guy says, leaning forward over the pass with a ticket in his hand. “This says no onions, but the special isn’t made with onions.”

Steve stares at him as he loads Table Six’s plates onto a tray. He resists the urge to roll his eyes, but only barely.

“My name isn’t Sweetheart,” he says eventually. “And so – just extra don’t put onions on it. Who cares?”

The cook raises his eyebrows, tilting his head to the side. “Thought it sounded nicer than ‘hey new guy’, but if you’d prefer that –”

“Steve,” he says. He shoulders his tray. “My name is Steve.”

The cook gives him a little smile, eyes flashing in the bright fluorescents of the kitchen.

“Alright, Sweetheart.” He tilts his chin up. “Extra no onions for Table Twelve, and you can call me Eddie.”

---

It continues on like that for a week or two: Eddie flirting, finding any excuse to ask a question about his ticket. 

Steve knows what he’s doing; he’s worked in restaurants before, and he’s fucked enough hot line cooks in his time that he should know better than to fall into the trap, but still, he finds himself drawn in, entertaining Eddie’s endless teasing and prodding and poking until he starts doing it back – little digs about his shift meal, questions about a menu item that he already knows the answer to.

“Dude,” Robin says, halfway through his first month. 

It’s rounding up on Christmas, and the place is packed, corporate groups out for holiday parties and couples on dates. 

“If you don’t stop flirting, I’m going to cut your fucking dick off,” she says. “Seriously.”

And – okay. That’s fair. 

Steve pulls himself away from where he’d been leaning over the pass, asking Eddie a question about the catch of the day that he’s already asked three times tonight. Clears his throat and straightens up. He tugs his tie back into place, claims the braised oxtail that’s destined for Table Two and clears his throat.

“Sorry.”

Eddie sends him a wink, and Steve feels himself flush.

“Please tell me you’re not going to fuck him,” Robin says as they exit the kitchen.

Steve sighs. “I’m not going to fuck him.”

---

And of course, he’s lying through his teeth.

The very next night, they’re both off work, and he gets a text from an unfamiliar number, just –

hey sweetheart 

Steve flushes as he stares down at his phone, scratching a hand back through his hair. He takes a breath.

Wonder who this could be , he texts back.

All he gets in response is a simple,

😇 

---

Two hours later, he’s flat on his back in Eddie’s bed, clinging to his shoulders and whining as Eddie fucks him so hard he loses his breath, so hard he feels like his brain is rattling around in his skull. He digs his teeth into Eddie’s skin, ankles locked around his back and not even bothering to hold back the noises that Eddie’s punching out of his chest, just –

“Fuck,” he gasps, voice coming high in the back of his throat. “Holy shit, I –”

Eddie’s mouth runs up the column of his neck, hands trailing over his skin, nails dragging sharp lines down his sides.

“You going to come for me, sweetheart?” he asks, voice low in his ear. “Show me how pretty you can be?”

And that’s – for some reason that sets Steve off, turns his skin over to fire as he grips tighter to Eddie’s shoulders, nails digging in, back arching off the bed, coming so hard he sees stars.

---

And then later, when they’re both fucked out and exhausted and Steve is preparing to take his cue to gather his clothes and make a graceful exit, he feels Eddie’s mouth skimming up the side of his neck, hand tangling in his hair, dragging him into another kiss.

A real one, with teeth and tongue and lips, a kiss that isn’t intended to go anywhere other than just to be , and his breath catches a little in his chest, hand skittering over Eddie’s back as he rolls over on top of him.

“Stay?” Eddie asks, voice quiet and hopeful and muffled where their mouths are still pressed together. He smiles, lips quirking up and drawing Steve along with him. “You know I know how to make breakfast.”

And Steve breathes out a quiet laugh, bumping their noses together. He sighs.

“As long as there’s bacon.”

[also on ao3]

#steddie #steddie fic #steve harrington #eddie munson #stranger things #steddieholidaydrabbles #my fic

[lizardaggro]

on the flip side

part 2 is out! part 3! part 4!

whaddya know, i already have my first piece of writing that's not for an rp. it's a mess, but that's okay, because i admit i have no clue what i'm doing! i welcome all feedback as long as it's not just plain mean. when i asked for writing ideas, i was suggested to try my spin on the twst bully!au, and so i present: reader/yuu is done with their bs. no beta we die like my sleep schedule. genre: gn reader, angst trigger warnings: bullying, slight yandere that hasn't escalated yet word count:896

You’d had enough, thank you very much. The constant jeers, “misplaced” textbooks, and shoves in the hallway were only the beginning. Before long, you were beaten and bruised, and all for what? Just because you didn’t have magic? According to your research, the majority of the population here didn’t either! But alas, such was your plight. The professors turned a blind eye, and Crowley couldn’t care less.

So, when someone “accidentally” dislocated your shoulder during PE, you decided enough was enough. The students you’d never bothered to learn the names of were one thing; you were going to call your former friends out on their bullshit. Despite Grim’s protests, you dragged him all the way back to Ramshackle the moment you had a break in between classes. Why that timing? Because the model student prefect would never cut class, of course!

You locked the door not once, not twice, but three times, thanks to the padlocks you’d had placed on your stuff in the past. Then you took your time creating the Junk Tower. Your materials were all the scraps people had thrown in your yard in the past. You had quite the collection. The windows? They’d been boarded for years, according to the ghosts. Back door? Kalim had it removed. Something about first years sneaking in. You figure it’s better not to ask how he managed to have a door seamlessly replaced with walls in one afternoon.

About twenty minutes after the last class of the day ended, you had your first knock on the door. “Oi, prefect, open up!” Ace demanded. Because of course it was Ace. He was the first student you met here, so it was only fitting that he’d be the first to know you weren’t fucking around anymore. You ignored him.

The knocking stopped “Oi Ace, maybe they’re not home?” Deuce, ever the voice of reason, pondered. You weren’t sure whether to love or hate him. He’d stop others from picking on you, sure, but the moment you disobeyed him, he went back to his old delinquent ways.

“Well, they weren’t in class, and there’s no way my prefect’s with someone else, so they’ve gotta be inside!” Ace insisted. His prefect? Since when were you his? Did Ace eat something funny while you were gone? Because the last you checked, he couldn’t stand the sight of you.

Deuce’s voice dropped an octave, or maybe two. You weren’t too sure how that applied to speaking voices. “Oi, Ace, what the fuck do you mean your prefect? They don’t belong to you!” Yes, thank you for the reality check. Deuce must’ve had the brain cell today. “Obviously I’m way closer to them than you are!”

Scratch that. Deuce did not have the brain cell today. Really though, what was with them? Why in the world were they fighting over who was closer to you when all they’d done lately was make it clear how much they hated you? Oh, wait. They thought you could hear them. This must be some sort of trick. Trey and Cater must’ve put them up to it, since they were far too dumb to think of anything this elaborate on their own. You decided to ignore everything they said from here on out.

All was well, until Adeuce simultaneously let out an ungodly screech. Now that was troublesome. What could possibly scare those two like that? Surely nothing good for you. With luck, it’d be Riddle come to behead them for not wearing fluorescent pink or some other dumb rule, but you wouldn’t bet on it.

You soon had your answer. “Ne, where’s Shrimpy? I wanna squeeze ‘em!” Suddenly you didn’t blame those two for being scared. Floyd Leech in a bad mood was always a force to be reckoned with. You could never tell if he was in a good or bad mood when he was “squeezing” you, and quite frankly, you’d rather not know. The sick fucker probably took pleasure in hearing your bones pop and crack under the extreme pressure.

“Floyd-senpai! The prefect is, uh, we’re not actually sure where they are,” Ace volunteered. You almost pitied him, having to put up with the more rambunctious Leech during basketball practice. Almost.

“Hah? What do you mean you don’t know? Crabby is always crowding around Shrimpy like a little parasite,” Floyd whined. Um, what? Is Floyd in on the joke too? Is the whole school conspiring against you? You wouldn’t put it past them.

A cloud of dust blew up from the floor where you swung your foot back and forth, making you sneeze. You froze. Did they hear that? Wait, what were you acting so scared for? What were they gonna do anyway, break the door down and hit you? All within your expectations when you’d formed this plan. The point was to prove that you wouldn’t just sit and take it anymore. You’d seen all their dirty little secrets, especially during the Overblots; you could hit them where it hurt if you felt like it. No one would ever think the perfect little prefect would tell someone else what they’d confided in them! So when Floyd broke the door down with a display of monstrous strength, you were prepared. You greeted them with a smile. “Ne, you guys,” you began, “would you believe me if I told you I’m done with your bullshit?”

#twisted wonderland #twst #twst bully au #twst x reader #twisted wonderland x reader #yandere twisted wonderland #yandere twisted wonderland x reader #floyd leech #ace trappola #deuce spade

[gh0stjae]

I Wanna Ride- J.S

Ship- Bestfriend!johnny , fem!reader

Type- smut (18+)

Word count- 896

Summary- joking about your best friends grey sweatpants somehow turns into you getting the best dick of your life.

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Staring at your Best Friend Johnny…I wonder how big his c- you shouldn’t think about him that way! It was hard not to as he sat manspread with his goddamn gray sweatpants on. You could see a faint outline of his soft cock and it STILL looked big. You guys are Bestfriends so of course you talked about your genitals to each other, and he had always said he was big but you always doubted him…and now you wanted to see. “Close your legs, I can see everything” you grumbled and crossed your arms “what? Mad you can’t take a ride?” Johnny said sassily with a soft smirk. Your cheeks turned red and eyebrows furrowed “I could ride you but I choose not too” you tried to say with confidence but Johnny saw right through that terrible lie. “Is that so? Or is it because you can’t handle me?”

Johnny pushed. You felt your cheeks heat up even more, you were like a tomato. “I can and will ride you” you said with fake confidence. Johnny smiled “oh yeah? Come here then” he held his arms out and watched you crawl into his lap. “Get me hard, idiot” Johnny said with a smirk. You smiled and bit your bottom lip, this isn’t what best friends do…but he told You too…it was offered, it was different. You reached down and slowly stroked him through his sweatpants, he was big…even soft. Johnny let out a soft groan, music to your ears. You could feel his cock getting hard under your touch, slowly swirling your thumb over the leaking tip that caused a small wet spot on the crotch of his gray sweatpants.

Johnny softly moaned your name as you touched him… he moaned YOUR name, your Bestfriend MOANED your name! Now he was fully hard, all 8 inches. He pulled his sweatpants down slightly and pulled his cock out for you to see “good luck riding me” Johnny said and smirked. “Oh shut it” you mumbled, gasping suddenly when you felt Johnny’s fingers in between your legs on your core. You sighed in pleasure as you felt his soft fingers running along your sopping folds. “Fuck…” you mumbled as you slowly rolled your hips along his fingers. Whines left your mouth as one of Johnny’s fingers dip into you.

Johnny slowly fingered you open with two fingers, soft moans filled the room. He was praising you “you’re taking my fingers so well y/n” he pulled his fingers out and put them in his own mouth, licking them clean. God he was so sexy…”can I kiss you?” Johnny asked, catching you off guard. You smiled shyly before leaning in and pressing your lips onto his. “Of course” you said against his lips, feeling him smile. You guys shared a soft and loving kiss, it felt like you guys had done this before a million times. You lined yourself up before slowly sinking down onto his cock, letting out a struggled whimper. Johnny kissed you deeper to distract you from the pain, pulling you closer by your hips. You sighed as you finally took him in completely, a soft bulge formed on your stomach from how much his cock filled you up. “Move when you are ready” he said as he trailed kisses down your neck as a way to soothe you.

Soon enough you finally stopped feeling the stinging pain of the stretch that Johnny caused so you slowly lifted up from his cock to move up and then went back down, repeating the slow and soft motion that forced soft moans from you and Johnny both. “Fuck you feel so tight and good” Johnny praised you, groaning softly against your skin on your shoulder. That’s the one thing about Johnny that you just now learned, he was vocal about how good you felt. Taking any chance in the world to tell you how good your pussy is. You finally got a good pace going, squeezing Johnny’s large cock ever so perfectly that made him a moaning mess just as much as he made you. “Fuck I can’t take it” Johnny groaned before lifting your hips up and held you in the air before thrusting up harshly into you, loud moans filled the room from the sudden, yet amazing, powerful thrusts that Johnny filled you with. You wrapped your arms around his neck, pulling him closer as he fucked you harshly. Your pussy squeezed him more as you started to get closer to your orgasm.

Johnny groaned deeply “god your pussy is so good” he moaned out as he watched you intently. the way you bounced and took his cock in…he could get used to this. The sight of you taking in his cock so good, he could see every single day without getting tired of it. “I’m g-gonna cum Johnny” you cried out as he fucked you harshly up into the air. “Cum for me” Johnny growled as he thrusted even harder into you. And as he demanded, you came. Pussy squeezing Johnny’s cock that forced the cum right out and filled you completely up with his hot cum. Your body shook, eyes rolled back. Moans filled the room loudly, you had never came this hard from any other man. He was the best you ever had…your Bestfriend was the best cock you had ever had…

#kpop #kpop boys #kpop fanfic #kpop imagines #kpop smut #nct 127 #nct smut #nct #johnny suh #johnny suh smut #nct johnny #nct johnny smut

[dreamtofus]

burning desire

Summary: You and Daryl spend a night together (smut)

Word Count: 896

i've got a burning desire for you baby

masterlist

"The pale moonlight shines in from the white framed windows, shrouding the two of you in a soft glowing light. The homely house blows with cold air, which makes the tulle-like curtains dance around the frame’s edges and leaves your skin weeping for warmth. Tonight, the old suburban home is silent, except for the breathy moans."

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The pale moonlight shines in from the white framed windows, shrouding the two of you in a soft glowing light. The homely house blows with cold air, which makes the tulle-like curtains dance around the frame’s edges and leaves your skin weeping for warmth. Tonight, the old suburban home is silent, except for the breathy moans.

Daryl’s heavy hands dig deep into your dainty delicately set hips, leaving quaint dents in their wake. Cold fingertips gently trace the puffy under-eye of your heated face, followed by his dull mauve lips brushing your mouth with gentle kisses to coax it open.

A rough hand gently gropes your chilled chest through your lightly laced top. His hand toys with the buds of your breasts, drawing a gasp from your freshly plumped lips.

“Fuck, I fucking love you, honey.” You look up at him through damp lashes, fluttering them softly.

“I know yer do bunny,” He holds your face like the morning paper, poised between his pointer and thumb, “Can’t think of anyone I love more than my baby.”

His words have you locked in a trance as you remove your lace top, allowing Daryl to unclamp your bra. You allow him to unthread your arms from the strappy confinements, garments dropping to the floor with a soft thump.

His knees bend to position himself at a lower angle. His teeth latch onto the valley of smooth skin between your breasts, suctioning the dipped space. From the center of your bust to the slack band of your jeans, he paints purple violets that will bloom over time.

His knees are planted on the floor as if they’re the roots of his strong frame while he removes each button from its denim enclosure, struggling a little. You take notice and aid him, pulling your worn blue jeans off. Your chin dips down so you can place your gaze upon him. Daryl’s gruff face is situated between your thighs, his paws set your body on fire while he plays with your panties.

You shake your head in disapproval and slap his roaming hands away, making him get up in response. He looks at you with a stupid look on his face, like he did something wrong.

You simply simper, taking his hand and leading him to the couch instead. Your back clashes with the icy leather of the couch as Daryl climbs on top of you, both of his arms placed on either side of you.

His voice is rough but whiny as he whispers into your ear, “What do yer want from me, girl?”

Your voice quivers with a response, “I want it all.”

He heartily laughs and grabs onto your frilly underwear, tugging it down and over your feet. He stares at your raw body for a few moments, making you scrunch up in embarrassment.

You prop yourself up and trace your fingers around the hem of his shirt, slowly creeping them under. Daryl flinches as if you burned him when you make contact with his bare skin and trace his V-line. He decides to take his crusty grey shirt off himself.

Wrapping your arms around him, you feel the small raised abrasions littered across his back. A pang of sympathy shoots through your heated heart as you make eye contact with him. His face is turned away from you as if he is embarrassed, hiding his deep emotion.

You pull yourself closer to him to giggle into his red-tipped ears, “No one loves a redneck more than his baby.”

He chuckles at this before cunningly unleashing a rough attack on your lips. His hands grab at your sides, lighting a fire in their wake. You can’t help but let an intimate moan burn through your lips, opening them up to Daryl.

The sound of your fingers undoing his zipper cuts through the air. You undo the hard metal buttons of his raw denim pants, excitement building within you. You palm his hard-on through the rough navy cloth, only teasing him.

You let your arms fall to your side, allowing Daryl to remove his jeans. His boxers are dark grey cotton, smoothing over his rigid curves. Your fingers hook into his band, tugging it down to reveal his cock.

The couch's armrest supports your upper back while he aligns himself with you. He slowly presses into you, with a shuddering exhale leaving his lips.

Your legs hook around his lower thighs and your fingers claw into his shoulders. Your face nuzzles into the crook of his neck while he slowly picks up the pace.

“Fuck, yer so tight baby.”

Your jaw clenches as a more consistent pace is reached. Daryl’s hand snakes between the two of you to rub delicate circles around your clit, bringing you to a high. “

“Want me to stay in ya forever, huh?” He teases you.

You shut your eyes, letting the sensation override your body. Releasing your arms from his shoulders and your legs from his, you let yourself go limp in his arms.

Daryl pumps into you a few times before releasing it onto your heaving stomach. After he pulls his boxers up, Daryl takes the thrown panties and wipes himself off you. Squeezing himself down next to you on the couch, he wraps an arm around you.

“Yer alright..?”

With a nod and smile, you turn to cuddle into him for the night.

your oasis of warmth.

#the walking dead #daryl dixon #daryl dixon x reader #daryl x reader #twd fic #daryl #twd #the walking dead daryl #daryl dixon fanfiction #daryl dixon smut #daryl dixon fanfic #twd daryl dixon #twd daryl #daryl twd #daryl dixion imagine #daryl fanfiction #daryl dixon fluff #daryl dixon twd #daryl dixon imagine #daryl dixon x you #twd fanfiction #twd x reader #twd angst #norman reedus #twd daryl x reader #daryl smut #smut #twd smut #Spotify

[rosewaterandivy]

Ernest Frank only has lovely things to say about you

Another Thursday morning in Mr. Moore’s home room to which Eddie is, as always, late. He prizes the white tardy slip between his fingers and tosses it on the baseball coach’s desk before slipping into his usual seat.

Right behind you, of course.

The composition book slaps against the wood laminate of the desk while he scrambles for a pen in his bag. His hand flexes in the various recesses of the backpack only to come up empty.

He sighs and rolls his head back to stare at the white ceiling tiles. He contemplates his options.

Eddie could ask Wheeler or Buckley, both only a row or two over from him and obnoxiously prepared for a day of classes.

Or he could ask you and risk disrupting your reading of… Dune? A book he definitely fell asleep reading and subsequently had given up the ghost only to reread The Fellowship of the Ring once more.

Only he’d never exactly gotten the courage to speak to you despite his many opportunities to do so. As member for NHS, it’d been a near miss that he’d lucked out with Wheeler as his tutor instead of you. And on one particular Hellfire night when he was walking back to the drama room, he’d passed the debate club mid-Lincoln Douglas prep when you’d inadvertently made some sophomore cry over being anti-death penalty.

You were smart. And you were scary. You were scary smart. But in a way that made him pop a semi in Government during yet another one of your tirades about the separation of church and state while the rest of the class rolled their eyes and complained.

He eyes the clock above the chalkboard, hands counting down the mere minutes left before the bell for first period. And yet again, he’s wasted another opportunity to talk to you.

Slinging a bag over your shoulder, you give him a small smile and wave to Nancy on your way out.

The bell trills out signaling yet another educational experience at Hawkins High, when he spies a worn and battered book left behind in your desk.

Grabbing the paperback before he can think better of it, Eddie realizes that he has no way to get it back to you. The debate team leaves for a tournament today, which means you won’t be in class this afternoon to hem and haw about the three branches of government.

He pockets the book and figures he’ll get it back to you later next week.

At least, that’s the plan. But then he starts reading it again, your copy this time, and finds that he can’t put it down.

He’s so invested, in fact, that he does end up borrowing a pencil from Buckley and writes his thoughts in the margins. Doesn’t even realize what he’s doing until it’s too late. Just knows that he wants to talk to you about the Atreides and Harkonnens and the Kwisatz Haderach and the Fremen.

Eddie finishes the book just in time for home room with Mr. Moore on Monday. Drops the book unceremoniously on your desk and tosses his tardy pass to the coach as he takes his seat.

Holding the book in one hand, you thumb through the pages and scan his notes.

“Thought you didn’t crack books Munson, much less annotate them.”

“I read,” He quips back, affronted by your lazy drawl and smirk.

“Well, I distinctly remember you saying that you didn’t.”

“Much.” He supplies, smiling as you finally turn around with a raised brow. “I believe the question was if I read much.”

“And you said no.” You shake the copy of Dune, all 896 pages of it.

There’s a small furrow between your brows as you weigh the semantics of the conversation. He decides that it’s cute and vows to make you replicate it as many times as he can get away with.

“Well,” he sighs out with a slight shrug. “What is ‘much’?”

#eddie munson x reader #eddie munson x you #Eddie Munson fanfic #eddie munson fluff

[444rockstargf]

A&W. - euronymous

✩♬.ᐟ now playing: a&w. - did you know that theres a tunnel under ocean blvd?

⊹₊⋆ synopsis: this is the experience of being an american whore...

✮⋆˙ [tags] @faesucksass @lustkillers @mayathepsychic1999 @josibunn @si1nful-symph0ny @vanlisbon @livingdead-reilly @oliviah-25 @lankysimp @auggiethecreator @livingdead-materialgirl @monkeyfart

female!reader x r!euronymous

word count: 896

contents: porn without plot, public sex, fingering, unprotected p in v, creampie, smoking, a little spanking

a harsh slap landed on your bruised ass as euronymous ruthlessly pounded into you from behind, the loud bass of his rehearsal breaking into your lewd thoughts. you sobbed into your pillow as he grabbed your hips, roughly shoving himself in and out of you as Forensic Files played on the television in the same room that his bandmates were playing. 

he groaned deeply as he buried himself deep in your tight hole, his calloused fingers digging into your sore hips. “that’s my princess… my little whore.” you didn’t know how you got into this position. having terror incarnated fuck you on the floor of the hotel that held three other people. it was humiliating, really. showing up at the door in the tight little dark dress that hung too low at the chest and just barely covered your ass. you would always be eye candy for whichever one of his friends decided to open the door.

the cycle would repeat itself every day. he would be practicing for a show, he’d get bored and call you up to drink with him, and then somehow you always found yourself laying in the same sweaty bedsheets with his naked body cradling your own after a night of sin. as he laid his head on your bare chest, your fingers tangling through his long, dark hair you thought about how you didn’t even need anyone to love you anymore. but in the end it didn’t really matter. 

your mind snapped back to reality, euronymous’ strained whimpers growing more laboured by each passing second. his cock twitched inside of you as he forced himself to keep his composure, but his thrusts were becoming sloppier and you could’ve sworn that his eyes were glossing over. 

he flipped you over and pressed himself into your trembling body, your legs wrapping around his waist as hot, sticky fluid began to drip from your hole. you screamed out, not bothering to keep your voice down anymore. the echoing sound of sticky skin slapping and lewd moans surely notified the entire building of you and euronymous’ activities. you could see the pale shadows from under the door, seeing that his friends were listening through it, wishing they could join the fun. you felt like a whore, your panties slung to one corner of the room and your bra at the opposite, hanging from the open window sill.

“damnit..! i-i’m fuckin’ cumming, baby!” euronymous slammed into you, breaking your walls and turning you into a mindless, gushy mess. you couldn’t process a single thought as the feeling of his thumb on your clit and him poking and prodding at your nipples sent you to what felt like heaven. he tossed his head back in ecstasy as white hot cum poured from his swollen tip, filling you up to the brim until your were spilling out all around him.

slurred moans slipped from your parted lips so he took the opportunity to shove his fingers into your mouth, making you lick your own cum off your fingers. he pushed himself all the way into you, groaning with satisfaction. “yeah… see how good you taste on my fingers, baby…” he stirred his cock in your gummy walls, feeling himself get overstimulated.

he pulled himself out of you, pumping his length and shooting the last few strings of cum onto your stomach. you laid on your back, panting as you came down from your high, but you knew it wasn’t over yet. 

he sank down a little until he was face to face with your glistening pussy. “such a pretty little pussy you’ve got.” he cooed, giving your cunt a few slaps and drawing up thick threads of gooey cum from your hole. he got right to business, bringing his mouth to your dripping slit and sloppily making out with the honey between your legs. 

you screamed with pure bliss, grabbing a handful of his hair as he hungrily lapped up all your delicious drops. your legs clammed shut around his head but he forced them open again, taking advantage of your weakening limbs. he stuffed a finger into your hole, pumping it in and out and watching as you coated his hand with your liquids. 

his motions were hypnotic, sending you to a universe that you never wanted to return from. your legs began to tremble as you felt another orgasm tearing through your body. your gut tightened as your pussy throbbed against his long tongue, your vision going blurry as you finally reached your climax. 

you wrapped your legs around his head, surely suffocating him. but this felt like heaven to him. a waterfall of hot liquid squirted out of you, spraying all over his face as your body submitted to the pleasure. euronymous drank you up, not letting a single drop go to waste as his face dripped with your warm fluid. your heart raced as you recollected yourself, panting as he wrapped his arms around your body and set you on the bed. he sat beside you, lighting himself a cigarette and offering you a drag. he watched your lips wrap around it, staring at you predatorily as you exhaled a thin ribbon of smoke.

and just like that, he was hard again. you were in for a second round and couldn’t even decline it. this was the experience of being an american whore.

author's note: my mental breakdown is over!! 🥳

#Spotify #eurorory #euronymous smut #lords of chaos #euronymous #euronymous rory culkin #rory culkin x reader #rory culkin smut #rory culkin #a&w lana del rey #a&w #did you know that there’s a tunnel under ocean blvd #lana del rey #smut #444rockstargf

[njdevilsdarling]

the ‘costume thing’ | jack hughes x reader

*pairing: jack hughes x gn!reader

*summary: a simple misunderstanding between you and jack turns into a full-blown argument

*word count: 896

*tags: angst, miscommunication, happy ending

*a/n: goodness gracious, this was supposed to be fluff but it grew into this angsty monster. i hope you enjoy !

happy halloween !!

you’ve been trying to convince jack since september to wear matching costumes this year. jack didn’t agree to do it last halloween so maybe this time, it’d be different, but nope. he still shot down every suggestion. it’s starting to get on your nerves. you’d never force him to do it but it’s hard not to feel jealous seeing all of your friends dressing up with their partners.

and you thought you’d had some pretty good ideas, too. your best friend straight up cackled over facetime when you told them your favorite (the angel and devil thing is so overdone but jack has always looked good in white).

now, it’s two weeks before the 31st and he still hasn’t said anything. he doesn’t even pay attention anymore and you suspect that he isn’t listening whenever you bring it up. it fucking sucks.

at first, it was just annoying- something that was just aggravating enough to get under your skin- but now, it’s starting to hurt.

it’s beyond just a costume. it’s about him ignoring you and not even taking your opinion into consideration.

fine. if he wants to play that way, so can you.

“c’mon, just talk to me.”

you cross your arms and stare at him, shaking your head. oh, now he wants to talk, got it.

“did i like, forget to do something or make you upset?” jack says, sounding genuinely concerned. it’s nice to know he cares but you’ve been paying attention to how long it would take for him to approach you. three days is shitty.

you stand there in silence while he fidgets awkwardly, clearly frustrated by your lack of a response.

“can you please say something?”

you sigh, rolling your eyes. the low simmer of irritation and hurt that’s been under your skin finally boils over and you can’t stop yourself from lashing out at him. “it doesn’t feel very good to be ignored, does it?”

immediate regret sets in as you watch the look in his eyes shift rapidly from sadness to sharply annoyed. “is this still about that costume thing?”

“are you serious?” you scoff, full on glaring at him, “you think that’s why i’m upset?”

“yeah, i guess. i don’t know.”

“i’m upset because you’re not listening to me. every time i try to talk to you, you just brush me off, and that’s if you even care enough to respond,” you snap at him. you feel your eyes begin to burn and it only serves to make you more upset. you’d never considered yourself someone who tries to hide your emotions but fuck, crying over this in front of him is embarrassing. “it’s like you don’t even want to hear what i have to say. and i feel ignored.”

it’s quiet but the silence between the two of you is thunderous. jack opens and closes his mouth, struggling to find what to say. you sniffle, using the back of your hand to dry your eyes. it isn’t fair for you to spill everything you’ve been feeling lately out to him and to him to stay still and speechless. it feels like hours before he finally says anything.

“i’m sorry,” jack mumbles, and it’s so genuine that it’s almost like you have to look up at him. “i should have listened to you.”

you laugh wetly, wrapping your arms around your body. “yeah, you should have. you never even told me why you didn’t want to like, dress up with me.”

“i don’t know why.” he shrugs. at least he looks bashful. “that’s a shitty answer, isn’t it?”

he’s right. it’s a horrible answer but he says it in such a way that makes you giggle, hiding it behind your hand. hearing you laugh causes him to smile.

“i didn’t know you felt like that. i wish i would’ve, though.” jack bites his lip, his hands in his pockets. it sucks, seeing him so dejected, but part of you is glad that he’s taking this so seriously. it’s such a contrast from before; he’s actually, really, listening to you now and it’s damn satisfying. “i don’t like seeing you upset.”

you take a deep breath, nodding slowly. he’s trying. one conversation isn’t going to make everything okay but it’s a start.

“just… i need you to talk to me. fighting like this is stupid. i don’t wanna spend most of our time together arguing,” you say quietly, the last of your tears drying on your face.

jack pulls you into a crushing hug and for a moment, you stand still, before hugging him back just as tightly.

“me too.”

he’s got such a way with words.

jack flicks his headband with a frown and you watch the little halo attached to it wobble.

“quit messing with it,” you hiss, elbowing his arm when he goes to hit it again, “you’re going to break it.”

he pouts, rolling his shoulders back. maybe the wings were a little too much, but he just looks so cute in them. “and why am i the angel again?”

“because,” you say simply, flashing him a grin, “you’re always a devil. it’s my turn now.”

you quickly pull your phone out, using the camera to check if your horns are still on straight. in the top left corner, jack readjusts the wings you ‘forced’ him to wear.

you can’t fucking wait for tonight.

#celeste.txt #jack hughes #nhl x reader #jack hughes x reader #new jersey devils #nj devils #nhl imagine

[youaintnothinbuta]

OKAY SO I WAS THINKING JD X READER WHO HATES HIM AT FIRST BUT ENDS UP FALLING FOR HIM? I HOPE THAT MAKES SENSE LOVE YOUR WORK BTW💗

“I didn’t know how else to shut you up.”

Summary: you and Jd are partnered for a school project.

Pairing: reader x jd

Word count: 896

Warnings: fluff, probably spelling mistakes/typos

Request something here !

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“Get a load of this. I got paired with trench coat kid for our history assignment. Kill me now.” You ranted, joining your best friends in the hallway, walking to the cafeteria.

“Trench coat kid? Ouch.” Jd pretended to be insulted, accidentally bumping into you in the cafeteria. Your friends continued to your table, you glaring at them as they left you with Jd.

“God, why are you so weird?”

Jd flashed a mischievous smile, his eyes twinkling with amusement. “I prefer fascinating.” he retorted.

You rolled your eyes, "fascinating. How very.”

Undeterred by your dismissive attitude, Jd continued, “Look, I know you don't like me, but we're stuck together for this history project. Can you quit it with the Heather attitude just while we have to work together?”

You sighed, realizing he had a point. As much as you disliked the idea, you were a straight-A student, more or less, and this project wasn’t going to change that. Besides, at the very least, you’ll get to hang around some male company that isn’t Kurt or Ram for once. “Fine,” you grumbled, “but don't expect me to become your new best friend or anything.”

Jd grinned. “Fair enough. Let's meet up at the library after school, and we can start working on the project.”

You gave him one last look, before pushing passed to meet your friends at your table.

***

After the final bell rang, you made your way to the library. Jd was already waiting, sitting at a table near the back. He had his nose buried in a book, seemingly engrossed in its contents.

As you approached, Jd looked up and smiled warmly. “Glad you could make it,” he stood up, pulling out the chair beside him for you. You sat down beside him, slightly surprised by his chivalrous demeanor. “Yeah, well, I'm not one to back down from a challenge,” you replied, earning a small chuckle from Jd.

***

Two days ago you and Jd started your project together, in the library. You spent most of the time making snarky comments at him, however he stayed undiscouraged by your remarks, leaving you with a particular curiosity you’d not felt before. Anyway, the two of you agreed that it’d be better to continue working on it at your house, because you were constantly being shushed by the librarian.

“Where’s your parents?” Jd asked as you walked him though your house, upstairs to your room.

“It’s a Thursday. Their date night. But it’s more like a date afternoon because my mom likes to be in bed by nine thirty.”

“Nine thirty,” Jd, raised an eyebrow, laughing, “wild child.”

“Yeah, I get it from her, can’t you tell?” You joked.

Jd laughed, sitting on the floor, pulling his textbook out his backpack. You sat beside him, taking out the work you two started the other day. Just as you were about to get started, the phone on your bedside table began to ring. You inhaled deeply, waiting for it to ring out.

“Aren’t you gonna get that?” Jd asked.

“No. It’s either Heather, Heather, or Heather.”

Jd took a moment to think, “You’re not really one of them, are you?” The way we spoke was gentle. Usually every sentence he speaks contains at least one sarcastic punch, but he was tender with his words this time, something you’d not heard before.

“Well, my name isn’t Heather.”

“You don’t like them, do you, Y/N?”

You shook your head, “I don’t.”

Jd stared at you for a while, you stared back at him, not in a competitive way, just trying to read the others gaze for a moment.

“Why do you do that to yourself? Involve yourself in them, I mean? Why?”

“Well, it’s just like they’re people I work with and our job is being popular and shit. I can’t exactly just say no.” You gave him a small smile, “but it’d be nice to have someone around that wasn’t a mythic bitch.”

Jd laughed softly, “what about McNamara? She seems tolera—“

“Ugh!” You shouted.

“Woah. Forget I said that, Christ.”

Once again, your telephone rang.

“I can’t stand this! Ho-how does someone end up in this situation- I shoved away my real friends for what?” You ranted, on and on, over the sound of the phone, “I use my grand IQ to decide what lip gloss to wear in the morning and how to hit three keggers before—“

Jd shushed you with the first thing that came to mind. A kiss. As his lips gently connected to yours, you were momentarily taken aback. His unexpected gesture silenced your rambling, leaving you both in a state of quiet astonishment.

When he pulled away, you blinked, trying to process what had just happened. The room was filled with an unusual tension, and the air crackled with unspoken words. You looked at Jd, searching for an explanation in his eyes.

Jd's expression mirrored your confusion, but there was a newfound vulnerability there. “I... I didn’t know how else to shut you up,” he stammered. You stared at him, your mind racing. In that instant, you realized that Jd wasn't just your sarcastic and weird project partner anymore. There was something that had been building between you two. Perhaps it was the shared frustrations, the longing for genuine connections, or simply the way he had seen through the facade you put on for the world.

#reader x jd #jd heathers #jd x veronica #jd x you #jd fanfic #jason jd dean #jd x reader #heathers the musical #heathers jd #heathers fluff #heathers #jason dean heathers #jason dean x reader #jason dean #jdronica #jd #veronica sawyer #jd x y/n #y/n x jd

[mavrellover91]

HOMECOMING

Hey, I thought I would try my hand at writing a story about Jake Seresin. Hope you enjoy it.

Pairing: Jake 'Hangman' Seresin x Female reader

Warning: No warnings just fluff.      

Word count: 896

A/N: I give no permission for my work to be copied, translated and or posted anywhere else online.

God I can’t believe it is finally happening. After five long months my husband, the one and only Jake ‘Hangman’ Seresin, is about to meet his little girl. This has been the hardest deployment yet. Saying goodbye to your husband when you’re seven months pregnant was downright cruel but not as cruel as watching the agony on Jake’s face as he watches me give birth to our baby girl through a computer screen. But in less than ten minutes my family will be whole.

I look around the hanger at all the families waiting for their loved ones to arrive. Children running around the the decorated hanger in their Sunday best. Their mother yelling out for them not get dirty, that daddy will be here soon. I lock eyes with Penny and Mav as I look anywhere but the closed hanger doors because I know if I do I’m going to start crying. God that was meant to stop once I had my little girl. Fuck I ha to blink a couple of times to stop the tears from falling. Penny gives me a big smile as she and Mav walk over to me. “How you doing mama” she asks. “Excited, nervous for some reason. God I can’t wait to Jake holding our little girl” I reply with a watery smile. “Not long now” Mav tells me “Hangman is going to be the first one to land” he informs me “but I don’t tell you that” he says with a wink. I can’t help but laugh at Mav.

Just then I can hear the roaring engines of the jets as they fly closer. As the jets move towards the hangar the noise rises waking the baby up. She lets out a loud annoyed cry that she has been woken up. God she is just like her father who is also grumpy when he is woken up. “Hey now pumpkin, you’re ok. Daddy’s almost here” I tell her as I pick up my eight week old daughter. Rocking her until she stops crying and blinks up at me with her blue eyes that have started to change to her father’s beautiful green colour. “God she is so beautiful” Penny says as she looks down at her “but it’s no wonder when you look at who her parents are”.

I start laughing as I rearrange my sweet baby so I can pick up the sign I had made. A sign that says ‘Welcome home, Daddy. I've waited my whole life to meet you.' “Jake will definitely have his hands full when she gets older” I reply as we walk through the crowd towards to open hanger doors, “ain’t that the truth?” Mav laughs. Just as we get to the doors we see the jets start their descent. Holding my breath as I always do when I watch them start to land. Once they are on the ground I let out my breath. I watch as the pilots start hopping down from their planes.

As soon as Cyclone gives the all clear I take off running towards Jake. Who when he sees me coming hands off his helmet and running towards us. As we meet in the middle of the tarmac I start crying as his arms wrap around us. I feel safe and complete as his kisses me. “God I missed you sweetheart” he tells me as he presses his lips to my forehead. Just then a little squeak sounds out letting us know that she is doesn’t appreciate being squished between us. “Oh I’m sorry baby girl” I tell her as I move her in my arm. When I look back up at Jake his eyes are on the little girl in my arms. “Come baby girl, let’s introduce you to your daddy” I tell her “Jake I would like to introduce you to your daughter Addison Marie Seresin” I tell him as I place her into his arms. Tears start streaming down his cheeks as he holds her to his chest. He pulls me into him, tucking me into his side as he kisses Addy’s head. “Thank you” he whispers. “You and Addison are the best things that have ever happened to me. I love you Mrs Seresin”. “You’re welcome Mr Seresin. We love you too” I reply with a big smile on my face.

We stay like this in each other’s arms for what feels like eternity before heading back to the hangar where the Navy has put on a welcome home afternoon tea. As we walk up to a familiar group of people Jake calls out “ Guys I would like to introduce you to the newest member of the dagger squad Addison Marie Seresin”. Jake berms with pride as they all fawn over Addy telling us about cute she is. “Hangman your lucky she takes after her mother instead of your ugly mug” Rooster tells him as he give Jake a manly side hug.

I watch my husband and our friends fight over how pretty he is and how our daughter takes after both of us. I can’t believe this is my life now, a husband who I love beyond all belief, even when he is being a dick and a beautiful daughter who I can’t even begin to describe how much I love. I’m the luckiest girl in the world

#top gun maverick #jake seresin imagine #jake seresin x reader #jake seresin #jake seresin fluff #fluff #military homecoming

[vshthestmpede]

Hi there!

Could we get some headcanons for vash, nick, and knives and what pet names they use for their s/o and how they would use them? Like in what situations they would use them? And what their s/o would call them in return?

Thank you 🫶🏻

the boys & their nicknames for their significant other

word count; 896

warnings; none, this is just some sweet stuff to alleviate the constant trauma our boys (and subsequently, we enjoyers) go through

note; i am such a damn sucker for cute nicknames, so this request was super fun to write!! tysm for requesting, i truly appreciate it <3 so sorry for the lack of things, covid has been kicking my butt lately on top of college ;-;

cross-posted to ao3

VASH

mayfly + lovebug

to make up for the lack of pda, vash makes sure you know how he cares by the way he calls for you

as soon as it starts, your real name is out the window and you're only to be called by the pet name he bestowed on you

you love the way it rolls off his tongue, like it was meant for you

started as a private thing as vash prefers to keep his love life under wraps but eventually became something he was proud to use in public amongst those he trusted

"good morning, mayfly."

you stretched the sleep out of your joints, blinking to adjust to the bright sunlight. vash had himself propped up on his forearms, twirling your hair around his fingers gently.

"sleep well?" he asked as you turned on your side to face him. he leaned forward and kissed your forehead as you nodded. "good. we don't have to leave for another hour or so, wanna snuggle?"

you responded by pulling him closer to you, burying your face in his chest. he wrapped his arms around you, his fingers lazily drawing shapes into your back.

"how'd you sleep, lovebug?" you murmured, voice still heavy with sleep.

vash grinned. "lovebug, hm? that's new."

you shrugged and readjusted, looking up at him. "well i thought with mayfly i needed to come up with something similar."

"fair enough, i like it." vash chuckled. "very creative. i slept okay, had a weird dream though."

"is that so? tell me all about it."

WOLFWOOD

my star + handsome

you never took wolfwood to take to romance or any of the cheesy aspects of being in a relationship

however, being a man who wasn't given any real love growing up, he craved it more than anything

of course, he'd never show it to the other three, so things like nicknames were saved solely for time between the two of you

you savored those times, enjoying the softer side of the undertaker

he would tell you how there were billions of stars in the sky yet only you were his, the brightest and most dazzling in his eyes

you pounded on the bathroom door, fed up. "c'mon, princess, i'm sure you look amazing now open the damn door!"

the door swung open and nicholas, hair still wet and messy, gave you the coldest stare behind his sunglasses.

"the hell did you just call me?" he asked, blocking you from moving past him. "no, no, no. you've never called me any sort of name before and now you just -"

"i'll keep calling you it if you don't let me use the damn bathroom," you snapped back, grabbing his arm and literally pulling him out of the bathroom. "thank you!"

coming out of the bathroom after finishing your business, you held back a laugh when you found nicholas sitting on the edge of the bed with his lips pressed into a tight frown. you flopped on the bed next to him, pulling him down with you.

"oh my gosh." you laughed as he turned away from you with a small 'hmph'. "c'mere, handsome."

instantly, he melted into your embrace, clearly much more pleased with the new nickname.

"that's better," he murmured.

"you're such a big softie," you chided playfully, brushing his hair from his face. "never change, okay?"

"yes, my star."

KNIVES

sunshine + sweetheart

if you thought it would take knives forever to even acknowledge the feelings you two shared, just imagine how long it took for him to take up on any sort of romantic gesture

you were at the helm in this voyage, showing him acts of affection first to egg him on

quickly you both learned he wasn't the biggest on physical touch but definitely enjoyed the whole concept of nicknames, something that made you stand above the rest even more to him

despite that, he found himself fighting on what he thought would fit you perfectly

you had cycled through the generic ones (babe, baby, etc.) but decided that sweetheart was the winner the way a goofy, almost childlike smile appeared on his face when you called him it the first time

knives refused any help on coming up with your nickname, demanding he figure it out himself

"i've got it!"

your head snapped up from your book as the piano playing suddenly ceased and knives stood, knocking the bench over at his abrupt movement.

"are you alright, sweetheart?" you asked, pushing yourself up out of your chair and heading towards him. he met you halfway, taking your hands in his excitedly. "what's going on in that head of yours?"

"you're my sunshine, (name)."

he had said it so happily, staring right in your eyes as he declared his newly thought of nickname. you felt your heart race at the simple gesture and the look on his face, basking in the joy that radiated off of him.

"i love it." your hands moved from his up to cradle his face. "what made you think of sunshine?"

knives leaned into your hand, proud of himself. "you just. . .you light up my life. you're so warm and caring, it's like you're if sunshine was a human."

your heart swelled at his kind words, this soft and sweet side of knives - albeit rare - was something you treasured and would always hold close to your heart.

#trigun knives #trigun stampede #vash the stampede #trigun #vash x reader #wolfwood x reader #nicholas d. wolfwood #nicholas d. wolfwood x reader #knives millions #millions knives #millions knives x reader

[hyper-fixated-delusions]

Singin’ in the rain.

Wanda Maximoff x fem!reader

A/N: This fluffy goodness was inspired by Muse’s cover of “Can’t Take My Eyes off You.” (Mainly the second half of the song) I hope you enjoy! :) also there’s another A/N at the bottom, please check it out!

Translations: “Por favor, amor mio.” Please, my love.

“Yo también te amo mucho.” I love you so much too.

“Bebé.” Baby.

Word count: 896.

Masterlist.

It was the middle of the evening, on a cold, rainy day, Wanda was peacefully reading a book in her warm and cozy home when her girlfriend Y/N, sheepishly approaches the couch she's half laying on.

"Hey baby," you begin, waiting for Wanda's eyes to tear away from the pages.

"Hello detka," Wanda responds, her tone amused as she sees you standing in front of her, slightly rocking back and forth on your heels, hands behind your back as if you were a scolded child.

"It's raining," you reply, a dopey smile on your lips that causes Wanda laughter.

"Yes, it is indeed," she says teasingly.

"I was wondering, do you wanna go outside?" You say slowly, gauging your girlfriend's reaction.

"Wait, what?" Wanda chuckles, bewildered by your question.

"Yeah, do you wanna go outside with me?" You repeat again.

"Y/N/N, no, it's cold and it's raining," Wanda responds with a slight head shake.

"Please baby," you whine, "I want to dance with you in the rain," you pout, giving her your best puppy dog eyes.

Wanda sighs at the look on your face, "no, don't look at me like that, I am not going out in the rain," she says, turning her head to look elsewhere.

"Come on Max, please," you beg now, kneeling beside her, taking both her hands into yours as you try to get her to meet your eyes.

"Y/N no, what if we get sick," Wanda says softly, resolve slowly breaking as she looks at your bright eyes.

"If we get sick then we can just take care of each other," you shrug, as if it's no big deal.

"Baby..." Wanda sighs.

"Por favor, amor mio, just this once, I've always wanted to dance in the rain with someone, and seeing as you're a hopeless romantic," you say, with a teasing smirk, "I thought you'd join me without hesitation, please," you beg again, staring at Wanda with a small smile, knowing she loves when you speak Spanish, as you can definitely see her resolve breaking.

"But there won't be any music," Wanda adds as a weak excuse.

"Uh, hello, I think you forget that I am a professional shower singer, I got this babe," you say with mock offense, a hand on your chest as if you've been truly wounded by her words.

Wanda giggles softly, then releases a sigh as she stares at you, knowing that she won't say no, "okay, fine, you win, let's do this," she says, standing up from the couch and pulling you towards the door. "But if I get sick, I'm blaming you! Stupid cute puppy dog eyes and dumb Spanish," she mutters to herself as the cold air hits her and you laugh. "Okay, pop star, we're here, sing," Wanda says, rubbing her arms in attempts to keep herself warm.

You laugh at her frowning face as you pull her into you by the waist, her arms automatically going around your neck, "You're just too good to be true, can't keep my eyes off of you. You feel like Heaven to touch. I wanna hold you so much, at long last, love has arrived. And I thank God I'm alive, you're just too good to be true, can't take my eyes off you," you sing softly into her ear, knowing how much Wanda truly loves your singing, as she places her head on your shoulder as you both sway in the rain slowly.

But as the song progresses, you pull away and sing the next parts loudly, dancing wildly, going the whole nine yards as if you're a rockstar. "I love you baby, and if it's quite all right, I need you baby to warm the lonely nights. I love you baby, trust in me when I say," Wanda laughs at your antics, joining in immediately, head banging as she jumps in her spot as you sing, her hands doing the rock on symbol.

"Oh pretty baby, don't bring me down I pray. Oh pretty baby, now that I've found you stay and let me love you, baby. Let me love you." You sing, holding the note as you go down on your knees, your eyes closed and hands together as if you were praying.

As soon as you finish the song, Wanda pulls you up by your hands, a laugh escaping her as she presses her lips against yours, slippery and full of laughter, which causes you both to pull away.

"I love you so much," she whispers as she looks up to you, a wide smile on her face, eyes twinkling with happiness in the moonlight.

"Yo también te amo mucho," you whisper back, kissing Wanda a few times, "but what do you say we go back inside now, I know you're cold and soaking from this rain and I truly don't want you getting sick."

Wanda nods thankfully, "yes please, it's freezing," she shivers, grabbing your hand and immediately pulling you as she walks ahead.

But you pull her to a stop and pull her into you so you can pick her up bridal style and carry her into your home, "I know and I'm sorry, but thank you so much for indulging me bebé, you've made a girl's dream come true," you say and your girlfriend laughs in your arms as you walk into your home.

A/N #2: Thank you so much for reading! I’m still getting the hang of this so if there’s anything wrong, please let me know! I know I don’t post the way other writers do, like including a summary, word count, warnings, etc. cause I can’t think of much else. But if people are okay that way then so am I, if not I can start doing that, it’s just easier for me the way I’m posting at the moment. Also if anything were to ever get like too heavy or something I will definitely post warnings and stuff! Thanks!

#wanda maximoff x reader #wanda x y/n #wanda maximoff imagine #wanda maximoff x female reader #wanda mcu #Wanda Maximoff x you #Wanda Maximoff #my writing #my fic #Singin in the rain

[nicoline1998enilocin]

Can I request something? I just do it now hehe.

Sebastian as teacher and its teacher x student. And they both have a secret relationship or just sex first? And then the reader is teasing him in the lesson, and he teases her after the lesson, then? Maybe both love each other hehe.

Forbidden fruit

PAIRING | Professor!Sebastian Stan x Student!Female!Reader

WORD COUNT | 896 words

SUMMARY | You have been teasing your professor during your classes, and when he finally snaps, he's punishing you in the best way he can think of. He keeps you on edge for hours and only lets you reach your high when you can't think of anything other than ''Daddy''.

WARNING(S) | This is your official trigger warning. Do not proceed if any of these topics upset you. Age gap [ Reader is in her early 20s - Sebastian is in his early 40s ], smut [ Unprotected sex (wrap it before you tap it!), edging, dirty talk, daddy kink, degradation, overstimulation, oral (M&F receiving), throat fucking, choking, rough sex, dacryphylia, praise, implied aftercare ]

A/N | Thank you so much for this request; please enjoy my fic, which is nothing but filthy porn with zero plot. I hope this made some of your Seb fantasies come true 🖤

Likes, comments and reblogs will be very much appreciated 💚

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Main Masterlist | Sebastian Stan Masterlist

You're not sure anymore how you've ended up here, bent over your professor's desk while he's pounding the living daylight out of you. Yet here you are, your skirt bunched around your waist, your cheek sticking to the desk, and your broken moans are the only thing leaving your mouth.

''Gonna- fuck- teach you how to behave- feels so fucking good- more often,'' Sebastian says between his thrusts, your orgasm creeping closer any second.

If it's anything like the last 2 hours he's been teasing and edging you, he will pull out at the last second and repeat the same cycle over and over again.

''D-daddy, please! Need to cum,'' you pant out, your voice barely there from all the moans and groans Sebastian keeps pulling from you.

''Yeah? Does Daddy's needy slut need to cum?'' he asks degradingly, but you would lie if you said it didn't turn you on beyond belief.

''Y-y-yes!'' is all you can manage as your brain turns into nothing but jelly from how he keeps thrusting into you; your cunt is far beyond overstimulation.

All you can think about is how good you feel and how bad you need to cum right now. And now that you can almost taste it, Sebastian pulls out again.

''No!'' you whine, dropping your forehead on your professor's desk.

Sebastian drops to his knees behind you and forces your legs apart to eat you out from the back.

His tongue lapped through your folds, drinking every last drop of your sweet juices like he was eating from a forbidden fruit. But god, he couldn't get enough of this juicy cunt.

His hand finds its way to your clit, rubbing quick, tight circles on your clit. ''D-daddy! Please!'' you beg, but your mind is so fuzzy you don't even know what you're begging for.

His tongue finds its way into your entrance repeatedly, and he tries to get even closer to get every last drop of you onto his tongue.

Still, he doesn't let you cum, and he won't let up, so the tears are streaming down your face in pure frustration.

''P-please,'' you croak out, and Sebastian lets out a deep chuckle at your pointless begging.

''You're such a needy slut for me, begging Daddy to make you cum. You should've thought of that before you teased me during your classes. Bad sluts don't get to cum; they only get to be used as fuckholes for their Daddy to enjoy however he likes,'' he says, and your cunt clenches around his tongue at those words.

When you fall from your peak again, Sebastian shoves you on your knees and pulls your hair back so you open your mouth for him like a good girl.

''Fucking gorgeous like this, on your knees begging for Daddy's cock in your mouth,'' he groans, shoves his rock-hard cock in one shove down your throat, having no respect for your gag reflex whatsoever. Not that you have one anymore, after everything Sebastian's done with you.

Out of pure instinct and muscle memory, you hollow your cheeks while you suck, and Sebastian wraps his free hand around your throat where he can feel himself fucking you.

''Jesus, I can feel myself in that tight fucking throat of yours; now you're being such a good girl for your Daddy,'' he says, and he only gets harder from the sight below him.

Fat tears are running down your cheeks, your mascara is completely ruined, and your hair is a mess, too, but you've never looked more beautiful to Sebastian.

His hand is still on your throat, and when he feels his orgasm creep up, he squeezes his hand, making you choke in the process of him fucking your throat.

''F-Fuck! 'm cumming,'' is all he groans out before he shoots long ropes of thick cum down your throat, and you have no other choice than to swallow every last drop for him.

When he's done, he pulls out, and you show your tongue, showing him that you did indeed swallow every last drop he gave you.

''Alright, lay on your back on the desk and spread those thighs for me, baby,'' he says, and you preen at his sweet words, which are a complete contrast against the filthy stream coming out of his mouth earlier.

You do as he says with a lot of his help, and he sits on his knees, attaching his lips to your clit and his fingers working in and out of your used cunt at a rapid pace to make you cum.

''Cum for me, NOW!'' he demands, and with that, you do; your walls clench around his fingers, and he keeps lapping up all your juices until there's nothing left, and you're pushing his head away.

When you've come down from your high, he sits down on his desk chair and pulls you into his lap, making sure he's careful with your used hole as he sits you down.

''Been such a perfect girl for me; you did so well for Daddy,'' he whispers in your ear, his hands stroking your hair as you return to this earth.

''Love you,'' you slur out, and Sebastian smiles.

''I love you too, sweet girl,'' he says, kissing your forehead softly as he makes sure you're okay, taking as long as you need to recover from everything that happened.

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[tadpolesonalgae]

Raspberry Lips

Elain x reader

a/n: sapphic playlist to read along to, if you’d like 🧡💛

word count: 896

The sun shimmers atop the rippled surface of the Sidra, glittering gold undulating between soft pinks and peachy oranges, mixing with the aquamarine blue of the painted houses and the warm magentas from storefronts below. The two of you remain quiet as you take in the wonderful vista from atop the small balcony, held up on oxidised copper, pale blue and a little patchy in places but tinged with an almost mossy green, artfully curved into bars that swirl and wrap around to form a railing.

Her sundress flutters in the late evening breeze, the floppy straw hat she’d chosen sitting pretty atop her gently curled hair, forming soft ringlets of golden brown, like the tops to the perfectly baked goods she makes. Small wildflowers are tucked behind her elegantly pointed ears, left over from your lunch in her carefully cultivated garden—picking a few of the unplanned but not unwelcome flora that had cropped up in the grass.

She opens up the wicker basket, pulling out something swaddled in pale cream cloth, setting it down between you, carefully revealing the contents to be two slices of pie. The pastry looks perfectly flakey and crisp, with powdered sugar dusting its surface, sun-dried raspberries lining the circumference. The cross-sections appear a mix between a spongey and custard-like texture, rhubarb baked into the main body of the pie.

“I made this yesterday,” Elain pipes up, raising a slice from the fabric, perching it upon her dainty fingertips, offering it up. Your heart flutters a little as it usually does around her, your lips helplessly curving into a smile as you lean forward across the chequered picnic blanket. It’s easy to bite into, teeth and tongue able to effortlessly pry it apart with little effort, slightly crumbly on top but soft and plaint in your mouth.

You hum, hand coming to cover your mouth as you chew, pulling back a little, swallowing. The setting sun sparkles in her cocoa eyes, like melted chocolate that swirls as it sinks into gently simmering milk. Rosey lips soften, curving to reflect your own as matching grins broaden your mouths.

“You like it?” She asks through her laugh, eyes crinkling as her cheeks warm with an apricot flush, rounding as the corners of her mouth lift upward, smiling with her slightly uneven teeth. It has your own smile broadening, eyes gleaming with affection as you manage a nod. “It’s perfect,” you reply through your smile, meeting her twinkling gaze. “Just like you,” you murmur, vaguely aware of how her hands have lowered the slice, making room for the two of your to gravitate toward one another.

Her lids lower a little, lashes obscuring some of the fascinating colours of her irises, but then her head is tilting a little, and you’re only a few inches apart.

Your lips tingle with heat as they settle against hers, soft and plush, and you’re almost certain some powdered sugar has gotten between you. Maybe she’s just that sweet.

Your hand raises, cupping her jaw as you kiss her, feeling how she pushes against your touch, mouth slanting against your own as she copies your movement, her thumb brushing the crest of your cheek, middle and forefinger tucked behind your ear. Lips stretch out, smiles playing on soft, sugared mouths as you pull away, keeping close.

Elain blinks, smile fading a little before widening into a sunshine-filled grin that has your heart aching, throat tightening.

“What?” You ask, voice lilting with laughter at her smile. “You’ve got sugar on your cheek,” she whispers over your mouth, thumb stroking over the area. The two of you crane together, mirth ringing between you as your stomach flutters.

“I should’ve known that’d happen,” you mumble, fingers gently wrapping around her wrist to ply it away. Her laughter is still prominent as you swipe the tip of your tongue over the pads of her digits, removing the sweet powder she’d so carefully dusted the pastry with. “That tickles,” she laughs softly, watching as you move to her thumb, sliding it over your lower lip as she presses down a little.

Her flush deepens as you press a soft kiss over her skin, observing with a quiet heat that has your skin warming.

“I love your hands,” you murmur into her palm, raising it higher until her fingertips could brush your brows, nosing at her skin. “They’re so clever.” Her flush deepens, neither of you really able to look away. “So good at making things,” you mumble into her palm, feeling the slight roughness that’s begun to surface from the incessant pruning of the plants in her garden.

“I like yours more,” she says breathlessly, leaning closer again, making your eyes twinkle as she pulls away, cupping your jaw. “Why’s that?” You reply, so eager to press your mouth to hers again. To feel them. To taste them. Taste her.

“You’re so gentle with them,” she answers, feeling as her words take shape on your lips, so, so, close. “I love it.”

Your mouths push together, slow, soft motions echoing between you, lips parting to feel the other, flicking gently—as she’d wanted. Elain makes a small noise, breathy and hot as she applies more pressure, opening a little wider, food forgotten as a new appetite is stirred within her.

Stirred within both of you.

Soft and sweet.

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[laf-outloud]

Supernatural Netflix Viewing Numbers - Jan. 2023 - Jun. 2023

Thanks to anon on this ask, I was able to download Netflix' report with viewing hours from Jan. 2023 to June 2023. I thought I'd run some numbers for Supernatural.

Now, obviously, with these numbers, there are caveats in that we don't know if certain episodes are watched more than others, so the best I can do is an average of views per episode in a season. Some episodes in the same season may get fewer views while others get more (this is the only way it makes sense to me why Season 15 is watched more than Season 14, lol!)

Based on the math below the cut, here are the rankings of most-watched Supernatural seasons (# = average views per episode):

Season 3: 65,421

Season 1: 61,822

Season 2: 49,614

Season 4: 47,794

Season 5: 45,253

Season 6: 41,633

Season 7: 36,681

Season 8: 35,054

Season 9: 32,744

Season 10: 31,909

Season 11: 30,889

Season 15: 29,820

Season 14: 29,206

Season 12: 28,048

Season 13: 26,958

As you can see, Seasons 1-5 are expectedly at the top, with 1-3 taking the top three,

People can draw their own conclusions, but for me, it just proves that the general public watch Supernatural for Sam and Dean, and anyone planning a reboot, looking at these numbers, should know exactly what to put back on our screens.

Now, I'm no math major (I actually got a D- in math in 7th grade), so if I'm doing something wrong, someone please correct me! But, I believe by dividing the total number of minutes viewed by the total number of minutes in the season, we can calculate the number of separate views per season. Then, if you divide the views by episode count, you can get a decent average of how many people watched each episode in the first 6 months of this year.

Season 1; 22 episodes:

1.254 billion minutes/922 minutes = 1,360,087 views/22 = 61,822 avg. views per episode.

Season 2; 22 episodes:

978 million minutes/896 minutes = 1,091,518 views/22 = 49,614 avg. views per episode

Season 3; 16 episodes:

672 million minutes/642 minutes = 1,046,729 views/16 = 65,421 avg. views per episode

Season 4; 22 episodes:

960 million minutes/913 minutes = 1,051,479/22 = 47,794 avg. views per episode

Season 5; 22 episodes:

900 million minutes/904 minutes = 995,575/22 = 45,253 avg. views per episode

Season 6; 22 episodes:

828 million minutes/904 minutes = 915,929/22 = 41,633 avg. views per episode

Season 7; 23 episodes:

804 million minutes/953 minutes = 843,652/23 = 36,681 avg. views per episode

Season 8; 23 episodes:

774 million minutes/960 minutes = 806,250/23 = 35,054 avg. views per episode

Season 9; 23 episodes:

726 million minutes/964 minutes = 753,112/23 = 32,744 avg. views per episode

Season 10; 23 episodes:

684 million minutes/932 minutes = 733,906/23 = 31,909 avg. views per episode

Season 11; 23 episodes:

660 million minutes/929 minutes = 710,441/23 = 30,889 avg. views per episode

Season 12; 23 episodes:

618 million minutes/958 minutes = 645,094/23 = 28,048 avg. views per episode

Season 13; 23 episodes:

594 million minutes/958 minutes = 620,042/23 = 26,958 avg. views per episode

Season 14; 20 episodes:

486 million minutes/832 minutes = 584,135/20 = 29,206 avg. views per episode

Season 15; 20 episodes:

498 million minutes/835 minutes = 596,407/20 = 29,820 avg. views per episode

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[lowkeyrobin]

hehehe I just saw you write for Karl 🤭 anyways can we have Karl with an s/o that's way clingy. Like just will walk in during stream simply because they missed him. Or will just be with him in a stream holding his hand to where he just moves his hand with yours lol

-🎀 anon

YES OMG THIS IS MY FIRST KARL ONESHOT/BLURB THING THANK YOUUUU

KARL JACOBS ; clingy

summary ; youre a clingy partner and karl loves it 🫶

warnings ; language

genre ; fluff

word count ; 896

masterlist

Karl will be streaming and just chatting and you'll walk in, a blanket around you cause it's like midnight, and you just sit on his lap and curl up, face buried in the crook of his neck. He'll just look down at you with the biggest grin and wrap his arms around you.

"You okay, baby?"

You nod and drift off to sleep in his arms.

He continues talking but a bit more quiet, aware that you just wanted him near while you slept. His hands didn't leave your back once the rest of the stream. Once he finished up, he carried you to bed very carefully to make sure you wouldn't wake up.

You stir awake due to the movement and lack of heat, seeing Karl climbing into bed.

"Oh, I'm sorry, did I wake you up?"

You sleepily shake your head no and just pull him over towards you.

he's the small spoon 100%

constantly kisses your knuckles in your sleep and leaves kisses on your forehead and cheeks

he does a quiet little giggle when he looks at you bc you're so cute hwjaekjenw

he wraps his legs like completely around your hips so you can't leave BAHAHGSHS

he likes just resting one hand on your neck and the other he just tangles in your hair

You'll both be out with friends and sit next to each other, and you'll hold his hand and rub his knuckles with your thumb.

The way he crumbles holy shit.

He'll look over at you like "dude I'm trying to focus they're talking" and you'll give him a smug little smile because one, you're holding his hand and two, you're getting attention out of it.

Quackity takes notice and does the childish little "oOoOoooOOo" as well.

Another instance would be you walking into his stream cause you missed him and just like sitting in the background or next to him to enjoy his presence. Sometimes, he'll just grab your hand on instinct to hold it, but he'll be talking, and so your hand just kinda moves with him because he talks with his hands.

If he gets excited, he does the same thing. He'll instantly throw a hand back to you to hold yours, and you just comply. Chat always notices this.

If he's playing a horror game or a horror Minecraft mod, he'll use you as a human shield. You're the barrier between him and the screens. He's terrified of that thing in the fog that's built like a giant animal. (watch Calvin's videos of his series of into the fog, the scary ass black entity is what I'm talking about)

"y/n, sit on my lap, please, I need a human shield"

"that's a whole crime but okay"

"y/n, y/n help! he's gonna get me STOP"

when he gets jumpscared, he'll hide his face in your back, and his arms instantly wrap around your midsection

you eventually play for him because he's too scared to even look up

once he hears you get jumpscared by the thing in the fog he instantly starts the "see what I mean? it's scary when you're the one playing!"

"HOLY SHIT ITS CHASING ME, HELP, WHAT DO I DO??"

"DONT GO BACK TO THE HOUSE ITLL BREAK THROUGH DOORS"

"YOURE FUCKING JOKING, KARL"

Sometimes if you're too lonely and lazy to get up while he's streaming, you'll donate and use TTS to talk to him. He finds it adorable but he hates the fact you willingly spend money to talk to him and he sets up a little TTS thing that only you can use. Think Philza's "___ would like to share something, lul" tts setup for his friends.

"Karl, I made dinner it's downstairs, I'm watching a movie if you wanna join 😔😔"

"y/n/n I'm sorry! once I'm done I'll join you, I swear"

"Dude what are you building..."

"come here and help me then!"

"nahhh"

"stop! I can hear you laughing downstairs, you're so mean"

"laughing with you, not at you"

"blocked. banned. bye bye!"

'y/u/n donated $20!'

"y/n! stop!"

"mwahahhaa you'll never stop me"

"You look like a Picasso painting"

"... I'm taking that as an insult, y/n/n"

"Wait- who painted the Mona Lisa then?"

"Holy shit"

constant compliments + and/or failed ones

he appreciates it all though don't worry

Constantly loving him through acts of service, he feels bad because he feels like it's more of a chore to you. You assure him that it isn't, and you pull out the same complaints when he gets you things because he's a gift giver.

Obviously, you two are both physical affection people as well, so sometimes you'll just snuggle up wherever and shit. Movie nights are the best. He usually falls asleep first, and you chill on the couch with him to finish the movie or start a new one while his head rests in his lap.

Carrying him to bed is the most common thing ever.

minecraft dates

constantly getting each other flowers

you always have a hand on each other lmao

the most drawn out hugs when one of you has to leave for a while lmao

he straight up carries you around the house for valentines day or your birthday

like if he sees you walking he'll fake cry and everything 😭

gas station snacks on road trips go hard with him

cuddling in the backseat at night like halfway up the coast 🫶

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[mrs-gucci]

Autopilot

Commander Mills x copilot!female Reader

whew, it’s been so long since I’ve written anything! it’s nice to dust off the old skills and write some steamy smut for the newest (and one of the sexiest!) Adam characters. I missed writing, so it’s really nice to be back :)

(also, two fics in one day?!?! crazy!!)

warnings. SMUT (18+ ONLY), possible 65 movie spoilers (but not anything important), oral sex (m receiving), oh so much dirty talk, unprotected sex, p in v, creampie.

word count: 896

summary~ Instead of getting some sleep, you and Mills have other ideas for the peaceful autopilot period.

** CLICKING “KEEP READING” MEANS YOU UNDERSTAND & ACKNOWLEDGE ALL OF THE WARNINGS LISTED ABOVE AND ARE OVER THE AGE OF 18. READ AT YOUR OWN RISK, YOUR CONTENT CONSUMPTION IS YOUR RESPONSIBILITY. MINORS DNI. **

The ship hums smoothly as it cuts across the deep void of space. All the passengers are safely contained in their cryogenic pods, so the ship is quiet, almost unnervingly so.

Well, it was quiet. Not so much anymore.

Mills let out a soft groan as your lips wrapped around the head of his hardened shaft, giving it a little suck and running your tongue over him. His head tilts back while his hands smooth over your skull, gripping the back of your hair gently.

One advantage of being in a ship with no conscious passengers is that there’s no need to hold anything back. You two have already done this several times and damn, it feels good to let go. 

“Shit,” he grunts, hips lifting slightly off the small cot. “That’s good, right there...mmm.”

It hasn’t taken you long to figure out how to please the Commander. He really just needs to destress, to take his mind off things. Most of the time he wanted to be in control, and you’re more than okay with that, but you definitely enjoy moments like these too.

You hum, taking more and more of him into your mouth until you can’t fit anymore. He lets out a gruff grunt, licking his lips and rubbing your head while you move up and down.

“God you’re good at this,” he breathes, a small smirk tugging at the corner of his mouth. “Haven’t had my dick sucked like this in a long fucking time, sweetheart.”

“Mm — well as your copilot, my job is to assist you throughout this mission, so I’m more than happy to help however I can.”

Mills chuckles and leans back a bit, watching you as you pleasure him with your mouth. A few breathy curses pass through his lips, growing in frequency as his orgasm builds.

Just before you bring him to climax, he pushes you off gently, catching his breath and recomposing himself. His eyes don’t leave yours, not even when he suddenly lunges forward and tosses you on the bed before flipping you over onto your stomach. His large arm wraps around your middle and yanks you up onto all fours, pressing your body flush against his.

His hips press forward, hardened length pushing up against your backside while his lips hover next to your ear.

“I can’t wait to get inside this pussy of yours,” he purrs, pushing down your pants while still continuing to grind himself on you. “You always take me so well, mm, I love fucking your brains out. Are you gonna stay nice and still for me, gonna let me fuck you stupid until I fill your little hole?”

You let out a pathetic whimper at his words, a plague of goosebumps spreading to your arms and down your legs. He smirks, teasing the skin of your neck with his scratchy beard as he frees his thick, lengthy arousal and lines up with your entrance.

He notches in a bit, allowing you a taste of what’s to come before pushing all the way in, forcing you open around him. You moan softly, shuddering with lust. His breathing is heavy in your ear, soft grunts and growls slowly melting your already muddy brain. Sex with Mills always essentially wipes your mind, only able to think about him and feel his body as it combines with yours over and over again. 

“Fuck...s-so fuckin’ tight...” Mills groans in your ear, exhaling shakily. “How are you still this t-tight after I’ve pounded you so many fffuuucking times? Can’t get enough of my big cock, is that it?”

You nod quickly. “There’s n-no such thing as too much of a good thing.”

He laughs at that, giving your ass a playful but firm smack. Your walls flutter and clench around his cock, drawing a rare deep, throaty moan from the Commander.

“Atta girl, make me cum,” he says, panting against your neck. “Make me give you my load, sweetheart.”

Hearing the Commander absolutely lose his usual uptight and composed demeanor is more erotic than anything in the whole galaxy. He’s surrendering, letting himself be taken over by the pleasure building inside his body and god, just that sight alone could make you cum.

“Ohh fuuuuck, Mills! Fuck m-me, mmm, keep going!”

His hips quicken their pace, causing his length to start hitting that sensitive spot on your walls. You moan loudly, jaw slacking as your orgasm builds rapidly.

One, two, three more thrusts and his hips are slammed up against your backside, deep moans and breaths echoing in your ear as he spills inside of you.

“Mmm, mmm, f-fuck…”

Your eyes roll back in your head at the feeling of his warmness painting your insides. But just as your orgasm begins to fade, he wraps his arm around and runs his fingers over your clit, causing your hips to rut forward at the contact.

“Now it’s your turn,” he says, nipping at your neck. “Show me what you’ve got, sweetheart.”

“O-Oh fuck—“

Mills’ fingers suddenly move at what feels like lightening speed and it sends you right over the edge, drawing a soft cry from your lips as your insides spark and buzz with orgasm.

“F-Fuck!”

Suddenly, a loud crash booms around you and the ship lurches, vibrating with impact. You both look at each other for a moment before rushing to get re-dressed.

****

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