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mountainsandmayhem · 2 months

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Taste Her, Little Dove (18+)

Joel Miller x f!reader x female

Summary: Joel encourages you to indulge in your curiosities towards women. CW: girl on girl (Happy International Women’s Day), oral (f!receiving), fingering, dirty talk, pet names (little dove, baby etc.), sub/domme dynamics, sort of voyeurism on Joel's part, male masturbation, lots of orgasms, one night stand AN: practice safe sex!! This is unprotected sex, be better than my writing! STI’s may be less likely in lesbian hookups but please use dental dams or gloves with a partner that you don’t know. Stay safe! Dividers by @saradika-graphics WC 3.6k

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You sit at the kitchen table, phone open in one hand reading an article, fresh morning coffee in the other. “What’s it like to go down on a girl?”

Joel almost chokes on his coffee, folding the corner of his newspaper down and looking at you over his reading glasses.

“Jesus, babe. It’s 8 am!” His hair is tousled with sleep, still wearing just his boxers and a white t-shirt.

“Didn’t realize 8 am was prude hour,” you joke. Cupping your hot coffee in both hands and inhaling the steam.

“It’s just not what I thought was going to come out of your mouth.” He says with a laugh, putting the paper down and placing his glasses on top of it. “You never cease to amaze me, my love.”

“Well, I adopted Ellie in my second year of college, the first year I was too busy with classes. I didn’t get those wild college years. You know?”

The sounds of the morning birds chirping merrily fills the kitchen for a moment while Joel looks at you.

“Alright. I fucking love it. It’s powerful watching you fall apart as I lick you.” He smirks a little, a dimple forming in his cheek before he sips his coffee.

“So the same way I feel when I give you a blow job?” You shrug.

“I guess. I don’t know, the female anatomy is a lot more complex, but finding that right combination of licking and sucking, along with fingers. It’s like…” he trails off, thinking for a moment, “like a game of chess. Every time I go down on you it’s different. Sometimes you like the tip of my tongue to flick roughly, other times you like gentle kitten licks and lots of kisses. I almost have to read you and figure out the best way to win the game.”

“Huh,” you suddenly feel a little insecure, he’s doing all that work and you - “I just do the same thing every time. Am I doing it wrong?”

“No babes,” he laughs, reaching across and taking your hand in his. His thumb caresses the smooth skin along the top of your hand. “Dicks are pretty easy. Grip them and move up and down. You are amazing at blow jobs.”

He smiles at you and your gaze falls back to your phone. He picks up his glasses and paper and goes back to reading. After a few minutes, you break the silence.

“How would you feel about me going down on a woman?”

His eyes light up as he takes you in, he bites his cheek to stop the shit eating grin he can feel forming. “Go on….”

“I’m curious. I’ve never been with a woman.”

“Ok,” he folds the paper up again. “Are you doing this for you? Is this something YOU want?”

“Yes,” you say confidently.

“Ok. So are you asking for a threesome? Because if I’m being honest, I don’t think I want to be with another woman.”

“No! Oh god,” you try to stop your voice from sounding horrified, “I don’t want to see you with anyone.”

You’re quiet for a second before adding, “You know what, nevermind. I don’t like this.”

“What baby?” He asks encouragingly.

“I feel selfish. I’m going to ask you to let me indulge in my curiosities when there’s nothing in it for you but to watch. I’d want you there.”

“Hey,” he stands and walks to your side of the table. He stops behind you, wrapping his strong arms around you and rests his chin on your shoulder. “You’re not being selfish. I don’t want to be with anyone else but I sure as fuck would watch you play with another woman.”

Finding a woman was surprisingly easy. After taking Joel’s advice, you put on a little red dress and the two of you headed to a bar near your house. Joel went in first and sat at a booth near the back, ordering himself a whiskey. After touching up your lipstick and fluffing your hair in the rearview mirror you strutted into that bar like you owned the place. Heels clicked on the floor as you walked over to the bar and ordered a martini. You sat there, eyes flicking around at the patrons, trying to make yourself look approachable.

A gorgeous long-haired brunette woman was sitting across from you with an almost empty drink. This was your chance, you call the bartender over and ask him to send her a drink. As he walked over to her the music in the room seemed louder, and butterflies started to flutter around your stomach. But she took the drink and then came to sit with you.

She agreed to let Joel sit in the wingback chair in the corner of your room. “I’m not interested though, lover boy. So you can watch but hands off.”

Joel smirked at her, “Feelings mutual. I’m only interested in my Little Dove.”

Now that the three of you are in your bedroom, you’re not as confident. She’s completely naked, you just a bra and panties, and Joel sitting in the dark corner, ankle resting on his knee.

“Give me a colour, Little Dove.”

“Green,” you say shakily, hands hanging by your sides and eyes dancing around the naked woman in front of you. She steps forward, linking her fingers with yours. You lean into her touch, the tip of your nose tracing down the bridge of hers.

“Can I take your bra and panties off?” She whispers. You hear Joel stifle a groan, which encourages you to keep going.

“Yes please,” your hands trail up her arms as she reaches behind you to unclasp your bra. The cool air pebbles your nipples as the garment falls to the floor. Her soft lips find your neck, kissing towards the dip on your collarbone, her thumbs hooking into the waistband of your lacy panties.

“Don’t stop,” you whimper, hands sliding into her long hair, guiding her to your aching nipples. Her tongue flicks over one as she gets to her knees, panties slipping down along your thighs as she goes. You use her shoulder to balance you as you step out of your thong.

“You’re so wet for me,” she hums, kissing up your thighs to your hip bones. You won’t survive if both she and Joel start talking, and that’s further solidified when Joel’s deep voice adds, “Good girl, Little Dove” from the corner of the room.

Your body shutters as she stands, sucking a peaked nipple into her mouth. She sucks and licks, the other hand teasing your slit. Your head falls back and you gasp at the feeling of her. Being with a woman is so different from being with Joel. She’s soft, her hands are like silk as they move across you.

“Get on the bed,” you moan. You swear you hear Joel’s breath become heavier as he watches you. When you glance towards him he’s in the same position, chin resting between his thumb and forefinger, elbow perched on the arm of the chair. He shoots you a wink before you climb into bed. She’s on her back, legs open for you and can’t help but lick your lips at the sight of her puffy pink pussy. She’s glistening for you and you swell with pride at how you made her like that.

Laying on top of her you start kissing her lips and grind your hips into hers. She moans into your mouth, hands grabbing your ass. “I wanna lick your pussy,” she says between kisses, “please.”

You already know she likes to be in control, it was part of your conversation at the bar and with Joel. The two of you roll in tandem, sheets tugging around you before she throws them off. A groaned ‘holy fuck’ floats across the room. Joel is loving this more than the two of you.

She settles herself between your thighs, her warm breath hitting your clit, causing it to twitch. She stares up at you as you writhe underneath her, your eyes clamped shut. “Look at me,” she says, voice husky.

You peel your eyes open, they flick to Joel and then settle on her. The bedside lamp casts warm lighting across her face. She’s truly quite beautiful and you can’t help but notice the similarities between her and Joel. Deep brown hair, and warm amber-coloured eyes, she licks her plush lips before teasing your clit with the tip of her tongue. Pleasure courses through your body and your hips buck forward involuntarily.

“Sssh,” she hushes you gently, and one of her forearms comes to rest across your pelvis. “Do you like that?”

“Y-yes,” you coo, “again. Please.”

“Mmmm,” she hums, teasing you again before adding, “such good manners.”

Little sparks fizzle across your whole body at her gentle caresses. So different from when Joel devours you. Her arm is slender and soft against your belly, no facial hair to tickle your inner thighs. You moan her name, hands tangling in the sheets as that ache builds.

“You gonna cum for her, Little Dove?” Joel’s voice is deep and thick with arousal. Your eyes flick back to him, he looks dangerous sitting in the dark like you’re the prey, which is exactly how you like it when it comes to Joel. The tongue between your legs stops and you cry out at the loss, “No, please.”

She’s quickly up to be inline with you, one hand gripping your face under your chin, squeezing your cheeks slightly. You moan, yes being the prey is exactly how you like it.

“Don’t look at him. You’re mine,” she kisses you hard before pulling back and adding, “Do you understand?”

Joel's heavy breathing fills your ears and you can’t help but look at him. “Tsk, tsk,” she taunts and then turns to Joel.

“I think she needs to be taught a lesson. Is that ok with you?”

They’re wholly focused on each other, almost as if you aren’t even in the room. “My Little Dove will never learn,” he says, “what do you have in mind?”

She glances back at you with a mischievous grin, “Come sit behind her and hold her down.”

Joel stands, adjusting himself in his jeans as he walks over. The bed dips under his weight, he props a few pillows against the headboard before hooking his arms under you and pulling you flush against his chest. His hard cock throbbing against your lower back.

She laughs at you, “can’t see him now. Can you?”

You shake your head. “Answer your mistress, Little Dove,” Joel whispers in your ear in quiet demands.

“N-no mistress,” you whisper.

“That’s better,” she says, nails tickling your inner thighs. “Open your legs, he’s going to hold you open for me and I’m not stopping until you beg.”

You swallow hard, Joel’s cock jumps before he reaches for your legs, strong hands wrapping around the back of your thighs, pulling them towards your chest and encouraging you to open more. She dives in with much more hunger this time, lapping at your clit.

You throw your head back to rest on Joel’s shoulder. “Oh fuuuck, don’t stop.”

She doesn’t listen, stopping abruptly and laying a quick slap on your inner thigh. Joel hisses in your ear and your eyes widen in shock and arousal. “Watch your mouth,” she says in a dark, commanding tone that you didn’t think a sweet looking woman like her was capable of.

“Sorry, mistress.” The heat from her slap travels up your thigh to your pussy and it clenches around nothing. “Felt s’good,” you whine.

“No swearing,” two of her fingers tease your entrance. “Good girls don’t say words like fuck,” her fingers slide into you and you bite your lip hard to stop from swearing and yelling and moaning.

“Say yes mistress,” she taunts, curling her fingers forward.

Joel’s strong arms hold you down, you’re completely at her mercy. “Ye - oh god - y-y-yes mistress.”

“Do you wanna cum, baby?” Joel whispers as she continues teasing you, bringing the tip of her tongue to tickle your clit again.

“Mmm-hmm,” you moan, turning your head to nuzzle into Joel’s neck. And your body tenses up into his grip.

“Ask her nicely,” he says.

“Mistress, fuuu-, can I cum?” It comes out in a high-pitched moan, you’re clenching so hard to not cum, teetering right on the edge.

“Only if you scream my name while you do it,” she says in her demanding tone, working her fingers inside you faster.

Joel’s thumbs rub little circles on your legs and after you relax into him you release. Pinned by Joel the orgasm runs through you hard and fast, and it’s over too soon, but she keeps going. That familiar tingle builds quickly again and before you’ve caught your breath you cum again, screaming her name over and over as you cum on her hand and mouth.

She sucks your clit into her mouth. Stars start to light up in your vision, muscles start to hurt from how badly you’re shaking. As you start to cum again it all starts to feel like too much. “Stop. Stop. Please!” You beg.

She releases your clit with a pop and slows her fingers. “Look at me sweet girl,” she coos. She smiles at you gently when you make eye contact, it's almost like looking at a completely different person from the woman who slapped your inner thigh just minutes ago, “Do you actually want me to stop.”

“Yes, sorry. But yes.” You say, gasping for breath.

She slides her fingers out and Joel releases your legs. They whisper to one another and Joel slides himself out from behind you and heads back to his chair. She pulls you into her arms, head resting on her soft breasts. No wonder Joel likes to cuddle up to you like this, it’s warm and inviting. You can hear her heart beating softly as she plays with your hair with one hand. The other draws little circles up and down the arm you’ve draped across her.

It’s silent for a while before you start to giggle.

“What’s so funny, Little Dove?” Joel’s voice is light. He’s used to this part when you come down from the high and have a feeling of comfort and elation. It might be his favourite part, especially now that he’s seeing it happening from the outside. Your cheeks are pink, and your hair is disheveled, but there’s a big happy grin on your face.

“Fuck. That was….” You trail off, looking up into her brown eyes. “Well, that was amazing.”

“Good,” she cranes her neck to kiss you lightly.

“Umm, can I?” You ask, hand trailing down her body and stopping just above the slit of her pussy. You pout out your bottom lip at her, eyes turned soft and pleading.

“Christ, lover boy.” She says to Joel but doesn’t break eye contact with you, “How do you ever say no to this sweet girl?”

Joel chuckles from the corner. “I don’t.”

You take her sly smile as a silent yes and climb on top of her, taking one of her nipples in your mouth, swirling your tongue around it while you use your knee to nudge her legs apart. Kneeling between her parted thighs you kiss across her chest to her other nipple, cupping her breast in your hands and massaging them gently.

Hearing her little moans leave her lips is intoxicating. When Joel moans it’s usually deep and from his chest, but she’s so pliant to you right now, sweet, little high-pitched whimpers leaving her parted lips.

You kiss down her body, gently nipping at her hip bone, a small squeak of surprise fills the room. You kiss the sore spot gently and settle yourself between her legs. Now that you’re this close to her pussy you are almost unsure of yourself. You swallow the lump building in your throat. Joel can see you hesitating.

“Taste her, Little Dove,” he whispers. “Just place a long lick from the bottom to the top. Go slowly.”

You place your tongue flat near the entrance and slowly slide your tongue up. She tastes amazing. Sweet with a hint of saltiness, she gasps and twitches as you hit certain spots.

“Did you feel that, baby?” Joel asks.

You nod your head and repeat the same lick, mapping out the spots that drive her wild. Once you have them figured out Joel speaks up again, “Good girl. Use the tip of your tongue and put more pressure on those spots. Swirl your tongue around them. Figure out what makes her twitch.”

“Fuck this is so hot,” she whimpers as you follow Joel’s instructions.

You swirl your tongue around her hardening clit, before lapping up the fresh wave of her arousal, moaning at the taste of her. She’s shifting underneath you, one of her hands tangling in your hair.

“Tease her with your fingers, Little Dove. Slide one in, just a little while you lick her.”

“Yesyesyes” she chants, breaths coming in quickly. The way her breasts rise and fall causes a throb in between your legs. You thought you were orgasmed out but she looks incredible. You slide your middle finger in, stopping at the first knuckle, curling it forward. She cries out, you aren’t ready for her to cum yet so you pull your tongue away and place little kisses around her mound, carefully avoiding the sensitive spots as you explore her more with your finger.

“You’re so tight. Do you want me to use two?” You ask, sliding your finger in all the way. If you were Joel, you’d never want to be anywhere else than in between your legs. He was right, this is a feeling that can’t be described. There’s an almost overwhelming sense of power once you’ve figured out what they like and have relaxed enough to enjoy it.

“Please. Oh god - yes please.” She’s almost mumbling the words between moans and when you slide your ring finger in with the middle her legs start to shake.

“You gonna cum?” You ask, kitten licking at her clit.

“Don’t stop,” she whines. You curl your fingers again hearing the squelching of how wet you’ve made her and then suck her hard little clit into your mouth. She calls your name out to the room, “Yes yes. Just like that. Fuuuuuck.”

You can feel her cunt tightening around your fingers. “Stay at the pace, Little Dove. You’re doing so well.” Joel’s voice seems thicker and you wonder if he’s touching himself, but you keep your focus on her. She looks like a goddess in the dim lighting of the room, head thrown back and mouth open, calling out your name through her moans. You feel the wetness between your thighs growing.

“I’m gonna cum,” she cries before you feel her pussy spasm around your fingers. You keep your pace the same, curling your fingers forward and tracing the edges of her pulsing clit. You’ll go until she says to stop, even if your jaw is starting to cramp. You feel drunk watching her, this is so much better than you could have imagined.

“Ride me,” she says, squirming out of your grasp. She straightens one leg and you crawl up, straddling yourself around her raised leg, hooking her knee in your arm across your body. The wetness between the two of you is magical, sliding your clits against each other.

You can see Joel now, he shifts in the chair as he removes his jeans, freeing his cock from his boxers. He spits in his palm and starts to stroke himself in time with the two of you.

“Does that feel good?” She asks, bringing your eyes back to her.

You nod, biting your bottom lip as the tension behind your belly button starts to build. You grind your hips in slow circles as she moves back and forth, both of you growing wetter.

“God your pussy feels so good against mine,” you moan between her gasps. “You’re making such a mess.”

She wraps her hands around your hips and pushes you down onto her hard, grinding into you faster as both of you start to breathe heavier. “Don’t fuck stop,” she whines.

“So needy. This little pussy,” you say. You’re not entirely sure what’s come over you, Joel’s ragged breaths from his chair fill you with encouragement, he loves hearing you talk dirty to her. “Wanna cum all over your tight cunt.”

You hear Joel’s breathing jump, glancing over to see him spilling into his hand. The tension in your stomach snaps, and you look back at her as the two of you cum together, grinding sloppily. The sounds of your wet pussy’s rubbing together and your moans and squeals are the only thing you can hear.

You both ride it out together, you feel like you’ve been cumming for hours by the time it slows. Both of you calming your movements. You kiss her kneecap before falling to the bed beside her, the two of you gasping for breath. Joel sits quietly, smiling over at you.

“Fuck,” she says after a few minutes of silence. “Are you sure you aren’t a lesbian?”

You and Joel both laugh. “I think it’s safe to say that my Little Dove is bisexual.”

You giggle to the ceiling and then look towards her, “I think it’s safe to say that I’m only straight for Joel Miller.”

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sobfultoast · 1 month

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•°~* Careful Touches *~°•

Prompt: Touching their demonic features (Wings/Tails).

(This is my first one. It ain't the best, idk. Lol)

Being human, it was only natural that you'd be curious about what makes the brothers different from yourself, like their horns and such.

Whenever they were in their demonic forms, you couldn't help but stare at them with fascination. You just had to say something...

"They're beautiful... Can I touch your wings/tail?"

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Lucifer

"You want to touch my wings? I always knew you were brave."

Lucifer doesn't just let anyone touch his wings. They must be people he trusts and respects. Out of all three realms, there are only 4 beings who have laid a hand on his wings and are still alive: Diavolo, Mammon, Simeon, and now you.

Lucifer's wings are dense with soft, fluffy feathers. It's so thick with feathers that you can't see your fingers anymore as you sink your hand. Be gentle with your strokes, while his feathers are as resilient as him, it can still cause him discomfort if handled roughly.

As you pet his wings, he physically relaxes. Letting out a heavy sigh, his composure becomes less strict. He feels vulnerable, but he thinks that he is okay with that. It was an intimate experience for him as he doesn't particularly like his wings. they hold a painful past to him, but you said they look beautiful... Someone can see the beauty in something he can't. Someone can see the beauty in his past, and that means the world to him.

You'll see him letting his wings unfurl more often when it is just the two of you. A cursed record playing in the background, he is working on paperwork with you on his lap, stroking his wings. It's soothing.

Mammon

"Eh? My wings? B-beautiful? Of course, ya think my wings are beautiful! They belong to the great Mammon after all!"

Mammon went bright red, but that didn't matter to him. His human thinks his wings are beautiful! Damn, right! Of course, you can touch his wings, and don't stop until he says so!

Mammom's wings are smooth but rough like leather. He uses a certain wax to make them sleek and shine. He has to look good. He is a model, after all.

As you stroke his wings, he started to squirm? Laugh? He almost pushed you away in a giggle fit. Turns out, he is very ticklish on his wings. It's more sensitive near the base of his wings, and it's the easiest place to tickle him to tears. He has noted to himself to never to let you touch his wings when you have that mischievous look on your face.

He likes using his wings to get your attention, especially now that he knows you like them. He'll walk around the house with his wings out, and he'll try to make it look like he is naturally stretching them, but we all know he's forcing it. He'll wrap them around you more often, using it to guide you closer to him. If you ask him about it, he'll deny it in his tsudere fashion but continues.

He has also bragged about it to everyone. Everyone. "Hey, guess what! My human said these wings are beautiful! Ya hear? What did they say to ya? Nothin'? that's what I thought."

Leviathan

"H-huh?! B-beautiful? You think my tail is beautiful?! Y-you must be lying. This must be one of your normie tricks!"

Leviathan went straight to denial. No way do you like his tail! His tail is such an eye-sore, he tells himself, why can't it be as dangerous as Satan's or as cute as Belphagor's? There is no way— W-wait, YOU'RE SERIOUS?! Once you assure him that you're serious and you'd love to touch his tail, he goes bright red and quiet. Give him a moment, and he'll slowly lift his tail towards you. He looks away, still hesitant. You have a feeling that if you don't stroke his tail now, you might affirm his thoughts and make him cry.

Levi's tail is smooth, and your hand glides over his scales. The scales themselves give his tail a nice and unique texture. It rattles with nervousness, but once you praise it, he'll melt into putty.

Levi is more comfortable having his tail out now, which also means you will be finding that tail wrapping itself around you more, too. It has a mind of its own that always betrays his tsudere act. He'll swear he'll never fall for your normie tactics while his tail is slithering its way up your thigh and waist.

It gets more clingy to you the more you pet and praise it. He still has days where he hates his tail, but you are always there to adore it.

Satan

"I don't think that would be a smart idea..."

Satan's tail is as dangers as his wits. It has razor-sharp edges that have shown Satan its strength in fights and fits of rage. He hates the thought of hurting you, no matter how much you want to touch it.

Even if somehow you have managed to convince him that he won't hurt you, he is still hesitant. He keeps plasters and bandages on standby as you gently press your finger on his tail. The tales aren't false. A light press, and you can already feel how sharp it is. Press any harder, and you'll cut yourself. It makes a rattle noise when it moves, like two bones hitting each other.

After you pet his tail without hurting yourself, he'll be slightly more relaxed with it. He's still wary, though.

So, no tail hugs like Leviathan or Belphegor. Sorry :(

Asmodeus

"Oh, hon! I know they're beautiful! And of course you can touch them. You don't have to ask, I don't bite. Unless you'd like that~"

Asmodeus' wings are drop-dead gorgeous! Of course, you'd stare at their beauty. You don't ever have to ask to touch his wings as he'll probably ask you to touch them often.

Asmo's wings are soft and smooth, like his porcelain skin. They would have been like Mammon's leathery wings if Asmo didn't dose his own wings with skin-care and wing-care products. A very next texture to touch. His wings flutter with excitement when you pet them. He just can't help it!

Most times, when you pet his wings, it can quickly take a spicy turn. How can he not when you are caressing him so sensually?! But, he does slightly prefer the more domestic feeling of cuddling with his favourite person (other than himself) with them showering him in affection. The only thing he really ever wants...

He spends so long on his wings' care because he really misses his old wings. They were so pure and beautiful. Now they're dull... To make up with that, he has a 2 hour care routine, per wing, that he does every week. If you would like, he can show you his wing-care routine, and you can help him too! He'd love that! He has 4 wings, and caring for each of them is a time exhausting task. He appreciates that you take time out of your day to help him.

Beelzebub

"Yes. You can. Just... Be careful with them..."

Beelzebub's wings are delicate, despite the rest of him. His insect wings can easily tear, but fortunately, his wings regenerate quickly. It's still painful. Because of this, he very nervous at letting people touch them, but he knows you won't purposely hurt him.

Beel's wings are thin. It's kind of hard to pet them. Doesn't mean you can't have a closer look to something so different from anything else you have seen. His wings make a buzzing noise when he flaps them really fast. The same buzz makes most buffets in devildom have flashbacks.

His wings are also too weak to make him fly. Have you seen him? There is no way those thin wings can make that buff bloke fly! If anything, it might let him glide or hover for a short time for sports. He has to buzz them really quick to do that, so when he is attempting to hover, a big gush of wind happens and is able to send you flying.

Beelzebub is happy you like his wings, but he is sad that you can't really pet them like the other brothers. It is what it is.

Belphegor

"Really? Huh... You're werid. You can touch it if you let me use you as a cushion."

Now you have a lazy demon napping on your lap, and he is not moving no matter how much you try. I mean, a free nap spot and free pets!? How can he say no?

The base of his tail is rought fur, and the end is very fluffy, a perfect pillow, but it's really knotty as he is too lazy to care for it. Maybe you can brush it? He'll let you brush it. It saves him from getting scolded at by Lucifer or Asmodeus for not looking after himself because he was lazy. Once you've brushed it, it poofs up and becomes all fuzzy.

Unlike Satan's and Levi's tail, Belphie can't control his tail, so he can't use them as another arm or weapon. The most he can do with his tail is wag it like a cow would do.

Belphie also trips on his tail a lot. When Belphie falls over, he doesn't get up. He just lays there and waits. He waits until one of his brothers or you pick him up. It's the main reason why he carries his tail, not cause it's a fluffy pillow. It being like a fluffy pillow is just a happy little coincidence.

•°~* Have a lovely day! *~°•

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etfrin · 4 months

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❝ꜱᴏᴜʟꜱ ᴛᴏ ᴄʀᴜꜱʜ❞ — chapter nine | coriolanus snow

「ᴡᴀʀɴɪɴɢ:」 SFW | Coriolanus, hints of somnophilia/non-con [spoiler! Coriolanus steals some kisses while reader is asleep, and reader kinda does the same] | lmk if I missed anything

「ᴘᴀɪʀɪɴɢ:」 young! Coriolanus Snow x fem! Reader

「ꜱᴜᴍᴍᴀʀʏ:」 Coriolanus leaves you to check out the arena, the night before the games and... WELL... WELL... you find him!

「ᴀ/ɴ:」 for those who asked, i tried my best to deliver, please give me your feedback and reblog! Thank you!

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Coriolanus Snow left you alone. He had to sneak out and check out the arena. The Hunger Games would continue forward. He needed any leverage he could get. Even if it meant to leave your side for the night. He found his clothes in the same bag that you had kept empty of food in. He changed into them.

He bites his lower lip to distract himself from the pain. This was of higher priority. He could rest when he wins. At least, that's what he tells himself as he finishes buttoning off his shirt. Before he could walk out of the room, he leaned down. Your eyelashes were big up close, and so, so enchanting. He felt annoyed that he noticed such a minuscule thing. It was not of importance how long or short your eyelashes are, they added to your beauty.

He couldn't talk himself out of it, he pressed his lips to yours. Your lips were soft. Your lips were perfect. Your lips were poisonous, and addicting because how could he ever stop himself after he already had a taste? So he pressed another kiss to your lips, a bit harder than the previous peck. He pulls away with a gasp and swallows his shame roughly.

“I'll be back,” he whispered to you before he pressed another kiss, unable to stop himself. There was nothing friendly about this. This was a man at the edge of the cliff, one more step and he would fall into a pit of obsession. Nobody can drag him out of it. He barely stops himself from stealing another kiss from you. He forces his legs to walk away from you, it pained him more than any of his physical wounds.

The security around the arena was nonexistent, each peacekeeper in guard sleeping. He slipped right in, checking out the debris. The middle of the arena had huge blocks of fallen pieces of debris, all the weapons will be placed there tomorrow. He checked out around the area and found tunnels to go under and even a vent to hide in.

He turned around ready to leave and relay all of this to Lucy Gray Baird. However, an uncharacteristic yell leaves his lips as he sees you. Your arms are crossed in front of your chest and your face in a frown. So unlike how he left you on the bed resting. He swallows and wonders briefly if you informed anyone of his breaking. He was also curious about how you found him.

It's not like he has a tracker on him, right?

“How did you find me here?” He asked, nervous and tried not to fidget too much.

“I just thought ‘What is the most stupid thing Coriolanus can do?’” your voice turns sarcastic, “Surprise! It led me here.”

“Very funny,” he mutters, not amused at all, “And it's Coryo now.”

“You lost your ‘Coryo’ privilege, Snow.”

Guess he will just have to earn it back.

He pouts, knowing exactly why you were mad. But certainly, you could see the reason why he had to leave despite being freshly injured. He had to survey the place! Get leverage! He has to win at all, otherwise, what's the price of his life?

You walked up to him, pulling him down by his shirt collar. His breath hits your lips. And he could kiss you again. Of course, he didn't. He wanted to steal another kiss so bad that a soft nearly audible whisper of your name fills the air.

“You didn't even leave a note or a warning or anything.”

“Sorry,” he whispered, hoping that apologizing despite not regretting his actions would fix everything. Or at least get his nickname privileges back.

You scoff, “You don't even mean it, Coryo.”

You called him Coryo again, he didn't need to mean it. He would take the win. He gives you a small smile. “I am sorry,” he repeated, trying to put some heart into it.

“A liar and a thief,” you whispered, your eyes glinting with an emotion he couldn't decipher, “Truly one of a kind you are, Coriolanus.”

He frowned. He understood the fact he was indeed a liar. But where did the talk of being a thief come from? Before he could question you further about calling him a thief. You begin to drag him back into your car on the cold night. He sits at the window seat in the front, you beside him. He didn't ask if you had a driver's license. He felt like he was better without knowing.

“Was the Zoo the next location?” You asked your tone on edge with leftover anger over his actions.

“Yes,” he replied with the gentlest tone possible, not wanting anything to trigger an eruption. He fidgeted with his hands, wondering why he had come here when he could have used the night to steal kisses instead. When he could have slept with you, his arm around you and your heartbeat matching his. Such an ideal night, and he ruined it.

“So what did you find, pretty boy?” You asked.

He blushed at the nickname you called him. He doesn't give attention to his heated cheeks as he replies rather enthusiastically about everything (not everything, he kept some places a secret, only for Lucy Gray's ears to hear) and strategies (again not all of them).

You even add some pointers along the way. And he enjoyed the conversation thoroughly. He never thought he could connect with you like this, but he couldn't deny that he was happy about it. His lips stretched in a grin as you both discussed plans for Lucy Gray to win.

“Don't you care about Jessup?” He asked, the chain of conversation interrupted because he wasn't the only one with tribute. So why were you helping him?

You looked at him briefly before looking forward again. “You and I both know that poor boy is as good as dead,” you said, your voice hard, “I would rather let you win instead if I am out of the games.”

Coriolanus nods at the answer. That was understandable. “I am sorry,” this time he meant it, “I should have woken you up,” he looked at the window, ashamed, “It was a foolish thing to do to leave you alone without warning.”

“I am glad you have the brains to understand what you did wrong, and the guts to admit it,” you said, and he felt proud like he got the hardest question in an exam right. “You're forgiven as long as you don't do it again.”

He nods but doesn't make any promises. He did what he had to do. He will do it again, and take you as company the next time. That way he's not fucking up.

Soon, the car reaches its destination. He gets out of the car and you decide to stay, parked in front of the zoo gates. He quickly decided to only tell the key points to Lucy Gray because he refused to let you be alone for too long at night.

He walked into the zoo and reached the cage where he called out the Songbirds’ name. Lucy Gray appears before him with a concerned look. “Is everything alright?” She asked.

“Yes,” he confirmed and began to explain. He said not to run towards the weapons first and go to the hiding place. He tells her to wait it out and a few more strategies so she has better chances to survive and he has better chances to win. He doesn't notice Lucy Gray's tears but a sob catches his attention.

He's annoyed because it's time to listen to him and not be a child if she wants to survive tomorrow. Instead, he gives her a handkerchief he found in his pants pocket and hands it to her to wipe away her tears. He softens his tone and speaks slower. Even using easier terms to make it look like child's play.

Lucy Gray nods and agrees to his plans. She returns the handkerchief and he stuffs it back in. “It's going to be fine,” he said, “You're going to win, Lucy Gray.”

“I can pray, Coriolanus,” Lucy replied, her voice vulnerable in a way that reminded him of the fact she was a teenager like him. She even had a soulmate, Sejanus Plinth. And she loses it all if she doesn't win tomorrow.

“You will win.” He will win.

And with that, it's goodbye and Coriolanus leaves the zoo. The ride back home is quiet. You don't ask what he and Lucy Gray talked about. He doesn't offer any information either. It was a comfortable silence that he needed. He went to his old habit of stroking his soulmate's scar. Was it just him or did the scar seem to be healing?

He couldn't check it out in front of you. Within minutes you parked in front of the penthouse, and he wanted to ask you inside. There's no way he wanted you to drive alone at such late night.

But inviting you inside would mean revealing his secret. The secret that he kept for a decade. The secret was his motivation for everything. The secret that could ruin him.

Was ensuring your safety worth revealing it? He could ask you to call his landline when you reached home, but each minute until you called would be nothing less of hell for him. His mind overthinking possibilities with the result of you being hurt. He wasn't sure his poor heart could take it.

Both of you step out of the car. He can't make up his mind. He opens his mouth to invite you in or say goodbye he doesn't know. You speak first instead. Your eyes meet his blue ones.

“How many kisses did you steal, Coryo?”

He wants to lie. He knew in his mind that it wouldn't do him any good. He feels his palm sweat, his fingers itching to touch the scar to calm himself down. He was sure that he was going to have a heart attack in the next minute or so.

“Three,” he answered, ready for whatever curses and punishment you would give him for his sins. He would go on his knees for you, let the cold street scrap his skin and crimson stain the spot if it meant your forgiveness. He would grovel, and beg, strip himself of his pride for you.

Or he could manipulate you. Fill your mind with lies that it's what friends do. Being district, he doubted you had many friends of Capitol culture. He could lie, lie, and lie. It's what friends do.

As his mind fights to choose his next course of action. You flash him a vixen smile, and whisper, “You didn't have to steal them.”

He couldn't even process what you meant before you pressed a kiss on his jaw. His eyes closed and let out a shaky breath. He gasps softly when the next press of your lips is so close to his lips.

Fuck, fuck, fuck, please, kiss him.

You don't. You pull back and grin. It takes him an embarrassing moment to come back to reality. His ear burning, and his lips parted waiting for the third kiss you never gave him.

“It's what friends do,” you shrugged, lying to yourself and him. Both of you had to, there's no other way around it. Coriolanus knew why for him, but what about you? Were you simply playing with the strings of his heart? He would allow it for now.

For after the Plinth Prize, you will be his.

“Come with me,” he said, “It's not safe to be traveling so late at night.”

You agree with him without much protest. He noticed your discomfort as both of you walked up the twelve flights to reach his broken, shameful, secret home. He grits his teeth, awaiting your reaction to the truth of the Snow family.

You don't say anything. “Show me where I will be sleeping, Coryo,” you yawn instead, not even disgust on your face from the rotting wallpapers.

He is surprised and grateful. He feels an uncontrollable urge to hug you, and barely keeps himself from not wrapping his arms around you.

“I suppose you wouldn't mind sharing a bed with me,” he said, quietly, not wanting Tigris or Grandma’am to wake up. You nod in affirmation and he shows you his room with a bit of confidence. It was just as horrible as the rest of the house but it was his.

The bed in the corner with clean bed sheets. The stack of books and finished assignments on his desk. His wardrobe, the wood old and chipped. But all of it was his.

You immediately made your way to the bed and made yourself wholly comfortable. Like it was yours. And in a way, everything of his is yours. He would give it to you if you asked nicely enough, maybe throw in a kiss or two.

You pull the covers up and wait for Coryo to sleep in. Usually, he would wear his pajamas, but right now he couldn't bring himself to care. He lays down, mindful of his injury. He turns towards you. His eyes searched for yours, and the air mixed with both of your shared breaths. Not even an inch apart were both of you due to how small his bed was.

He closed his eyes and whispered goodnight. He doesn't get a reply. He fills his mind quickly falling back to the darkness as his actions catch up to him, taking away whatever strength he had left.

The last thing he feels, which surely is a dream, is a press of your lips against his. Stealing a kiss. And he hears you whisper, unsure if it's a dream or not but he will remember the words until he dies.

“I have you now, Coriolanus Snow. I won't let you go.”

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oharababe · 5 months

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❝ SEVEN DAYS A WEEK. ❞ part one of seven. masterlist // next

MIGUEL O'HARA ── “ EXPLICIT CONTENT﹕unprotected sex, mutual masturbation, missionary, mating press position. situationship miguel with fem reader. 2,194 words total. ✶ IT ALL started with a crazy idea from miguel proposing to start the day of the week with a bang.

Miguel: Could you meet me in the living room when you return for a few minutes? There’s something I want to talk to you about.

That was the text message you received from Miguel when you finished loading the car with groceries. He doesn’t elaborate anything further than that which has you curious.

You begin to think of what Miguel possibly wishes to talk to you about. The two of you get along well as roommates, having shared the same house for a good two and a half years. Miguel is an attractive man and there were times when the attraction turned into temptation of lust. It’s difficult to ignore the attraction that’s been lingering between the two of you. The side glances from a distance, the proximity of skin and heat whenever a part of each other’s body brushes against one another. Both your patience snapped one night which led to the two of you ripping each other’s clothes and locked up in his bedroom for a long night of sex.

You didn’t think in your life you would immediately get addicted to the way Miguel fucks you. But you did. You would feel empty, alone unless he fills you up to the brim. It embarrassed you initially because you’ve always held yourself back from being intimate with anyone. And you don’t want things to get awkward between you and Miguel, consider you get along with him before the hook-up.

After discussing with him, you and Miguel come to a mutual agreement having a beneficial relationship of being roommates who fuck each other whenever it’s convenient. In other words, an arrangement of casual sex.

You begin to unload your things from the car into the shared apartment. The house is still empty and most likely. Miguel would still be at work even though his working hours were over not long ago. Maybe he’s running late for the time being.

You proceed to unload the groceries in the kitchen, putting away the dry and packed foods in the cupboards and the fresh foods in the fridge. And since you have time to spare until Miguel gets back, you de-stress yourself by taking a shower.

When you’re done and freshen up, you head downstairs and ready to settle in the living room to watch something on the TV, when you hear the front door unlock. You know that he’s back and it’s roughly the right time he usually does.

“Hey, welcome home.”

When he enters the living room, Miguel calls your name to greet you, then walks past into the joined kitchen. You follow him into the kitchen, seeing his muscles flex under his white-sleeved shirt as he opens up the fridge door. “How was work today?”

“It’s a pretty good day, surprisingly,” Miguel responds. He unpacks his lunch box, cleans it up, and then puts it away. The way he does it feels so domesticating to you and it warms your heart a little.

“I got your message,” you say. “You said that there’s something that you want to talk to me about?”

Miguel stops to look at you. The corner of his lips curves into a smirk. “Si, hermosa,” he begins. “It’s about our arrangement.”

The tone of his voice makes you pay attention to him fully. A part of you fears that he wishes to stop being beneficial roommates, possibly he could have found someone else more to his taste. Or maybe he’s in a committed relationship. You wish what he wishes to talk to you about is because of either. Your heart drums in your chest uncomfortably. You’ve had feelings for him for months and you don’t think that you’re ready to hear the news of spending less time with him.

“What about our arrangement?” You ask.

“It’s nothing bad, I promise,” Miguel says. He must have sensed your nervousness. “It’s a good discussion, depending on how you see it.” The man adds with a soft chuckle.

His words puzzle you. It doesn’t sound like it would be as bad as you thought it would be, much to your relief. You feel your shoulders relax but you barely recover from the tension the moment Miguel tells you his reason for wanting to talk to you.

“What do you think of us having sex together for a whole week?”

It takes you a whole minute of silence for you to process the information. “You want us to do it… for seven days straight?” You say with a disbelief tone. “Are you out of your mind, Miguel?”

The smirk on his face tells you that he is serious. You’re someone who needs rest for a day or two to recover from an intense session of sex. But Miguel is someone who can go round after round in a day. Because sex with him is usually intense and leaves you a little shakier than you could cope. You don’t know how you could survive doing it for the whole week.

“For seven days straight,” He repeats.

You couldn’t help but laugh contemptuously at the absurdity. “That’s not what I signed up for when we hooked up.” You say. “In what world do you think that this is a good idea? Do we even have the time to do that?”

Well, considering that you and Miguel have worked around the past several months, you know that the two of you can figure something out. More like, Miguel would find a way. Despite it sounds like it’s a sexacation (vacation of sex) that is too good to be true, your schedule and Miguel’s don’t always align. You both work and have other commitments not related to casual sex. It’s the reason why sex is usually reserved for Friday nights and weekends when you’re both free.

“We’ll make time, chica,” Miguel smirks. “Come on, it’ll be fun.”

You shake your head, still in disbelief. “Not so sure about that.”

“You don’t think I can pull it off?” He asks in confidence.

“I think you’re insane,” you say before leaving the kitchen to go to the living room.

Miguel calls your name and he follows you behind. “It would only be just for one week. You think that you wouldn’t enjoy having sex with me for a week?”

You turn to face him and he is right behind you. “Fine, prove it.”

Miguel smirks and he doesn’t hesitate for a second. He pulls you by the waist and back of your head, taking you in a passionate kiss. It’s a little rushed and confrontational. His mouth moves in a slow rhythm whilst his hands roam your body, pulling and grabbing. It takes one kiss— a taste of his lips— and your head is spinning in a whirlwind.

You’re moved to the sofa as Miguel carries you in his arms. “I’ll go easy on you, hermosa,” Miguel whispers against your lips. He goes forward on you again and deepens the kiss for a brief moment before he pulls away again. His tongue drags you to feel his heated mouth. You try to chase after his lips as Miguel hovers above you, teasing your mouth.

“It’s Monday today, so let’s start with something easy first.” He says. “Masturbation rhymes with Monday, hm?” Miguel nuzzles his nose against yours. “Then missionary, mating…”

“You’re unbelievable.” You whisper against his lips. Though it doesn’t stop you from clinging onto him. Holding him by his biceps.

“Is that a yes?” Miguel smirks. He drags his hands from your sides down to your hips, moving his hand across your lower belly down between your legs. It makes your breath hitch when his hand touches over your shorts. His fingers tracing your clothed cunt. “To our first challenge?”

You couldn’t help but chuckle, pulling him into a needy kiss. Miguel takes this as a yes and his fingers curl onto the band of your shorts, while your hand does the same to his pants. You return the favour by groping him gently, rubbing your palm on his semi-hard bulge, and you hear Miguel groan against your lips. Both your shorts and his pants are taken off and left discarded somewhere in the room, followed by the rest of your attire of shirts, undies and briefs.

“Dios mío, would you look at that?” Miguel says with a smirk on his face.

“Shut up.” You mumble. You don’t need to look at yourself to know what he’s talking about—you know that you’re already wet. When Miguel glides his fingers between your folds—all aroused and slippery–you groan softly at the feeling. One of your hands goes to his cock, thumb toying with the tip of its head as you begin to jerk him off. The other begins to start stroking his girth.

“Fuck.” Miguel nips on your neck at the area below your ear. With his fingers rubbing your cunt and you stroking his cock, you’re both in a mess. Pleasuring each other in sync. The more Miguel rubs down your clit, the more you moan and the faster you move your hand up and down his length. The neediness grows in the room and every touch feels so good. Your body responds to his touch, making your toes curl and thighs tremble.

“Mierda, that’s it, baby. Shit.” Miguel groans. He rubs your cunt faster as you get wetter that it squelches. You try to keep up with the pace and give as much pleasure with every stroke as he touches your clit and labia. The build-up pleasure creeps him out when you clutch one of your hands on his forearms.

It becomes too much, both of you moaning and gasping against each other’s lips. The neediness shows when you feel close to orgasm and Miguel’s cock throbbing in your hand. You feel your lips brush against his lips in a heated kiss, his hand which was playing with your cunt, is pulled away and now holding your hips. He pulls away and stares at you before grabbing his cock and rubbing it against your slit, letting you feel the tip that sends the urge of needing him inside of you.

“Don’t move,” Miguel tells you. He holds onto your legs by your calves, opening yourself up to him a bit more. Miguel almost loses his composure when he feels you engulf him with your warm heat because of how wet you’re already from the masturbation. All wet and perfect for him, making him groan when he bottoms out, and gasp from you.

The two of you are still for a moment before Miguel starts thrusting. His cock fills you up so nicely and it hits your G-spot and rubs your clit with every stroke. You always clench around him with each thrust and Miguel loves it, seeing you writhing and moaning because of him. You’re clutching your nails on his back as his hips move continuously. Moaning and whining his name at how deep he thrusts into you. The way Miguel raises your hips and settles your lower body on his thighs angles him to fuck deeper into you. Making your back arch in pleasure and your body writhe.

“Fuck, fuck, nena,” Miguel moans above you. Gripping onto the sofa cushion he feels himself over to the edge of orgasm. “Doing this with you for a whole week is going to be the best thing in my life.”

“Miguel,” you whine. His stamina is greater than yours so you’re not surprised that he can keep up thrusting into you. You tighten with each movement, the room grows hotter as both you and Miguel move in a pleasant, constant wave.

Both your legs are propped up in the air and placed on his shoulders. Miguel angles you a little higher as he holds onto your legs by your thighs. Feeling your ass cheeks on his hips. Your body tenses and back arches when Miguel doesn’t slow down his thrusts. Grunting as he speeds up and repeatedly hits your sweet spot. “You’re going to come so much like this,” Miguel pants.

And he’s right. Because your body twitches the moment you feel a strong wave of orgasm coursing through you. Miguel doesn’t slow down when you release and his thrusts feel urgent. Slapping himself onto you and ramming in your cunt until his cock twitches, soon spilling his come inside you with a loud moan.

The two of you are out of breath. Miguel gently puts down your legs onto the sofa though his cock is still nestled inside you. You’re both looking at each other, still feeling the effects of the climaxes. “Same time again for tomorrow?” He asks.

You sigh and lean back against the armrest, feeling out of breath. Even then, you still manage to make a joke regarding the situation. “Same position tomorrow?”

“A different one every day.” Miguel chuckles. “You’ll find out soon enough.”

He smiles and leans forward to plant a kiss on your forehead and it sends a rush of warmth to your core. It’s not meant to be a tender display of affection, but it doesn’t help that it still makes your heart skip a beat. “Now, are you hungry for dinner tonight?”

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mackjlee9 · 11 months

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breeding Leon. telling him to keep quiet so luis and ashley don’t hear him, in a semi public area where there might be a few villagers. i think this is a good one 😭

Ooh~ spicy~

I tried lol

Leon Kennedy x Top!Male!Reader [Smut]

Warning; semi-public, breeding kink. I wrote this in like 30 minutes so it's a little meh.

Masterlist.

Resident Evil 4

Well... Leon wasn't expecting this, that's for sure. Especially, not during this kind of situation where they could get caught by practically anyone.

His eyes were glossy with tears, sighs leaving through his nose, and muffled whines covered by (M/n)'s hand, his thighs trembling as his gloves hands gripped the table the was pressed against.

(M/n)'s chest brought warmth to his back, and his throbbing cock inside him made him feel hot all over his body, feeling his hand press harder over his mouth, his hot breath right next to his ear, making a shiver run down his spine.

"You gotta keep quiet, love, otherwise Luis and Ashley could hear you," he muttered next to Leon's ear, hearing the sound of the wooden floorboard creak upstairs, where Ashley took care of an injured Luis, "Or even worse, the villagers could find us," (M/n) moved Leon's head toward the window, there were quite a few villagers around, still looking for them, and despite being hidden behind the staircase, in a rather dark corner, Leon was almost panicking at the thought of being seen in such a position, "That would be so embarrassing, wouldn't it?"

Leon sighed at the feeling of (M/n)'s mouth against the skin of his neck, leaving kisses right where his pulse was, the vein throbbing as his heart rate picked up due to the pleasure and adrenaline.

His gloved hands gripped the table he was holding onto, hearing the old wood creaking under his grip, his eyes rolling back as he felt how (M/n)'s thrusts became faster, pounding deep inside him, biting on the crook of his shoulder as he held in a moan, spilling his hot cum inside Leon.

(M/n) sighed and tried to pull out, but Leon's walls clenched around his twitching cock, his muffled whimpers and whines reaching his ears.

"Oh~? You like that, puppy? You want my cum inside you?" Leon's body quivered at his tone of voice, and he managed to nod his head a couple of times, and with a smirk (M/n) turned his face toward him, "Tell me what you want, pup."

Moving his hand away so Leon could actually talk, (M/n) stroked his glistening lips, wetting the pad of his thumb and he watched how Leon took his thumb in his mouth, releasing a moan as he looked into (M/n)'s eyes.

"Breed me... I-i wanna feel your cum deep inside me, d-dripping down my thighs, reminding me that... I'm only yours, please, breed me full of your cum~," the way his eyes were shining made (M/n) clench his jaw, keeping a tight grip on Leon's hips and over his mouth, his hips snapping roughly into him.

He watched how Leon rolled his eyes into the back of his head, his gloved hands now gripping onto his forearm, his back arching as he pushed his hips back against you, making your cock reach deeper inside him.

(M/n) almost couldn't control himself, he was so close to actually fucking him and letting anyone and everyone hear those lewd whimpers and whines, but he managed not to, deciding on pleasing his pretty boy, and having him stuffed with his cum.

God, the thought... He just wanted to go back home and use Leon's body for hours on end, cumming inside him, on him, everywhere he could, he wanted to mark his gorgeous body, so everyone would know that he's already taken, that no other cock could make him feel like him.

Fuck- he was so down bad for the blond.

Extended ending.

Neither Luis nor Ashley mentioned anything about the dazed look Leon had, his face bright red as he also seemed to be walking slower than before, releasing a few groans every now and again.

They just saw (M/n) helping Leon on their way to the extract point, something was off but they didn't know what, even so, even if they were extremely curious as to what was happening to Leon, they decided to just keep going.

"Are you okay, darling?" (M/n) asked him when he was sure Luis and Ashley wouldn't hear him.

Leon gripped onto his forearm and leaned his weight on him, looking at him with tears in his eyes.

"I can... I feel your c-cum coming out, it's... It feels so good~," he whined desperately holding onto (M/n) who was debating whether he should ditch their other two companions just to make Leon unable to walk, unable to talk, or even both...

And the way he whimpered his name against his neck definitely didn't help his self-control.

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randomshyperson · 7 months

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Calming Nights - Wanda Maximoff Kinktober [Blurb] #02

Summary: Wanda should have known she wouldn't be able to finish a paper while on top of you. You might just help her finish something different.

Warnings: (+18) breast play, brief teasing, implied established relationship, fluff and gentle smut, just domestic time between reader and Wanda, couch scene.

Words: 510. | A/N-> There's always room for fluff hours in kinktober.

General Masterlist | Kinktober Collection | AO3 | Wattpad

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“You're doing it again."

The warning makes you smile. "I don't know what you're talking about." Wanda sighs at the answer, her grip getting tighter on the pen, and you're sure her handwriting is quivering on the page.

Your hand goes up a little more, teasing its way, and Wanda sighs again.

"I have to turn in this paper tomorrow, detka." It's another warning. You hum in understanding, even as you adjust yourself under the blanket that covers you both. Wanda bites her lip when she feels your hand finally reach her left breast, but you don't do anything more than caress it innocently - or so it seems - for a long moment.

The television plays softly in the living room. Wanda continues to lie against you, trying to pretend she's reading while your hand teases her nipple underneath her pajamas.

You say something about the movie, Wanda chuckles slightly. Was it a joke? Or an ironic comment about the overly expressive actor? If anyone asked her, she wouldn't be able to remember.

That's because you pulled your free hand out of the blanket. Wanda heard a 'pop' noise near her ears, and turned her head curiously, only to witness the final second of your image sucking on two fingers, moistening them.

She only had time to open her mouth in curious shock, before you slipped your hand into the covers again, groping your way roughly inside her pants.

"What-fuck-babe!" She exclaims in surprise and arousal, spreading her legs instinctively, her body heating up as quickly as the whole thing happened. You offer her a soft smile, moving your face to kiss her cheek as your fingers leisurely begin to fill her.

Wanda gasps with every movement, the notebook, and pen lying forgotten in her lap. Her skin is hot enough for the wedding ring on your hand to send shivers down her spine, a throaty moan escaping her as you sink in as deep as the position allows.

"You're so cute, Wanda." You whisper in her ear. "Especially when you think you can lie on me, wearing these short pajamas, pretending you don’t want me to fuck you."

Wanda whimpers shyly, getting caught in her original intentions. She did have a paper, but if she really wanted to finish it with no distractions, she would have used the office desk, not your body, as support.

Her climax is fast approaching, and you praise her throughout its entire build-up. Soft whispers in her ear as you finger her drenched cunt are more than enough, and Wanda comes hard on the living room couch, shuddering into the arms that safely hold her.

"Beautiful, so, so beautiful." You praise in her ear as she tries to calm down, her breathing shortened and her legs tingling. Wanda groans in delight, turning her face to kiss you, and much more briefly than she would prefer. She then understands why: "I'm going to run us a bath. Finish your paper and meet me upstairs, sweetheart."

Well, that’s rather unfair. There was no chance of her concentrating on a work paper now.

#wanda maximoff x reader #wanda x reader #wanda maximoff oneshots #kinktober 2023 #wanda maximoff #marvel imagines #elizabeth olsen x reader

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jaylaxies · 8 months

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now i’m lowkey a bit curious how won would react or do that i’m so smol and soft… Also the fact that the top of my head only reaches his neck—

Anyone who’s reading this and wants to tease my height, i will literally bite your kneecaps :D

sorry i’m late bbg but here:

he’d actually smirk when you’d complain about your height, telling you that he finds it perfect and he’d love to show you exactly why he thinks that way. and when you proceed to ask why, he’d simply pull your head towards him, dipping down to kiss you roughly while he cages your body between him and the wall behind you, “you wanna know why, baby?” he’d ask, biting your lip and you’d nod, gasping when he’d pick you up with ease, your legs wrapping around his slender waist, “because you’re so easy to pick and throw around,” he’d chuckle, bucking his hips so you’d feel his hard cock on your core.

“because i can change your position and use you however the fuck i like,” he’d whisper, carrying you to the bed, pushing your head down on the pillow and holding your ass up, his cock slamming into your cunt, “because you look so fucking cute taking my big cock,” he’d groan, turning you around with tease and keeping his hand on your lower abdomen, feeling his cock sliding in and out of you, “because i can feel myself inside your pretty cunt,” he says and the list goes on while he fucks you all night.

#🐈 — nana!#enhypen hard hours #enhypen smut #jungwon smut

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lastwordsofadyingstar · 10 months

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71 :)

You can send it into DMs if you prefer.

Caffeine.

71) Start typing out your dirtiest fantasy you can think of and don’t stop til you get so embarrassed you can’t go on any longer. Just make sure it’s actually something you’re into!

Okay I've been thinking about this fantasy for around a week now but I've been too busy to fully entertain the thought. It started with the post you sent me (I think I reblogged it if anyone's curious) about someone recording while they're fucking my ass so that they can replay it later for me to watch. The idea of someone doing this then blackmailing me with the video in order to get me to do increasingly humiliating and degrading things just turns me on so much.

So I'm thinking that this is the first time anyone has ever fucked me, I'm a complete and utter virgin but instead of paying attention to my pussy they decide my ass is a way better hole for them to start with, it's tighter, they can go deeper and the best part is that it'll hurt me more. They're being all loving and attentive, kissing me gently, telling me how beautiful I'll look with my hole stretched out around them. Just doing all the right things to make me feel comfortable and at ease. Everything goes well, it hurts at first to have something so thick and hard stretching my virgin asshole, but I eventually relax into it. I'm mostly on all fours or on my stomach so I don't really notice them recording till the very next day.

I'm woken up the next day with them fucking my ass again, it's so sore from the previous night and I put up a bit of a fight, they're relentless pressing my down with their entire body weight as they wreck my hole. The only lube they're using is their cum they plugged into me from the previous night. My attempts at resisting seem futile as they're so much bigger and stronger than me, I eventually give up crying bitterly which only makes them fuck me even harder.

They eventually cum in me, once more my ass is a gaping mess full of their cum, my cheeks are tear soaked and yet I'm so wet there's a puddle that formed underneath me, which they tease me about relentlessly. Only a slut would get this wet from being fucked this roughly. I try telling them that I don't want to do this again and that's when she show me the videos they took, the one from the night before is tame but in this one I'm crying and begging for them to stop all while my pussy drips down my thighs and I make a desperate attempt to grind myself against the bed. I tell them to delete it, this soon turns to begging when they threaten to post it online if I don't do exactly what they want.

I have to option but to agree and their requests start out tame, I have to record myself putting increasingly large buttplugs I'm my ass every day. I'm to remain plugged constantly and throughout the day they'll randomly demand that I go into a restroom stall and take a photo to show them how obedient I'm being. This slowly devolves into bigger and bigger toys, till my ass is constantly ready to be used by them. I'm also made into their personal free use toy, merely a fleshlight they use to jerk off in.

Then their requests start to elevate, they start putting in household appliances into my ass, pens, markers at first to try and see how many will fit in me, then bigger things like the TV remote. Soon it turns into anything they can get their hands on, one day I'm cooking in the kitchen and they bend me over the counter take out my daily buttplug and shove an entire cucumber up my ass. Its incredibly humiliating but also makes me so embarrassingly wet. They record almost all of this so the material they use to blackmail me increases everytime. What's more embarrassing is how much I enjoy this torture, my brain gets fuzzy and my knees get weak everytime they use me.

Maybe it's Stockholm syndrome of some kind but this whole dynamic starts to feel comforting to me, then one day they blindfold me and tell me they have a surprise for me. I don't know what to expect but all I feel is my hands being tied behind me and a cool breeze passing over my bare skin, I'm bent over expecting the usual sadistic torture. What I don't expect are unfamiliar cocks stretching out my holes. It was established from the very beginning my pussy was a no go zone, only used to lube up cocks to fuck my ass. So now I'm bent over with two cocks in my ass and one in my mouth and from the sounds of it they're even more people in line waiting to use me. (Okay this is where I'm going to stop 😭)

I'm so incredibly horny right now so thanks for the ask and I hope you enjoy reading this <3

This isn't proofread btw so escuse any grammatical errors

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carionto · 3 months

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The Equality Games

Once every now and then, the Galactic Coalition's Cultural Exchange department holds a large digital competitive event.

Anyone can participate, and to level the playing field, contestants aren't the ones who actually compete, but instead an advanced deep brain scan (or equivalent body part) and an unbiased AI create a digital avatar that represents the individual and autonomously acts within the digital space.

The cognitive capacity of each is analyzed to a near perfect level and a highly complicated algorithm that, honestly, nobody understands, even the AI that built it, then creates this avatar with traits and weaknesses based on an even more incomprehensible set of criteria and internal points system.

To put it simply - the scan identifies nearly every calculable aspect of a person and assigns a point value for each, then uses those points to "buy" the most relevant and appropriate traits from within its list to give the avatar. There are changing costs, negative value "flaws", and prerequisites based on other information from the scan, but basically it is the most convoluted TTRPG character creation ruleset ever devised.

Given the enormous complexity and diversity that individuals from across thousands of races exhibit, until this system was invented, it was thought impossible to have a sort of intergalactic Olympic Games. There were many attempts over the eons, of course, but one factor or another always made it so that someone did not accept the results.

The Equality Games, however, earned respect and acceptance as a valid alternative once the underlying system was demonstrated and people started to play with it. The avatars were made to act autonomously due to how some species had a distinct advantage when manipulating a digital interface, thus bringing up the old arguments yet again.

One curious result of the AI algorithm avatar generator is that it quite frequently created multiple avatars for each person, only the more hive-mind-like species tended to be represented by a singular avatar within the Games. It is theorized, again because nobody can understand how it really works, that most intelligent beings have multiple "personas" i.e. distinct behavior and personalities in certain common situations, primarily a "public" and "private" persona.

In fact, it is most common for everyone to generate about a three to five avatar "team" that represents the one individual. In comparison, if an ant were to get scanned and put in the games, its avatar would be a single incredibly powerful avatar with many deficiencies, but an overwhelming advantage in several disciplines.

When Humans first entered the Games, as expected, they too had teams as avatars. What was not expected, was that these avatars would sometimes work alone instead of together as a team, deliberately not help one another, and even engage in infighting and the sabotage of another "self".

The Humans suggested that it is perhaps because hypocrisy is not uncommon among them. Self destructive tendencies also appear rather frequently. These Humans almost always are themselves surprised by how contradictory their avatar team composition ends up being.

While the Games themselves happened as normal, the Humans overall placed in the top 20% brackets of most competitive challenges, and scattered roughly evenly everywhere else, they then approached us with a most unusual request.

"Give us a copy of this AI algorithm scanner thing. We think this is the most revolutionary therapy and psychological diagnosis device we've come across."

Of course we obliged and helped set up centers in a number of stations and on Earth itself.

Last we heard, some Humans have avatars that are singular nigh-nightmarish monstrosities, while a very tiny fraction have minds so splintered that their avatars are teams of dozens, one time even over a hundred distinct versions of themselves. Then there are even some seemingly regular Humans who broke the scanner - it gave the error: "Only one individual can be scanned at a time."

Upon "fixing" it with a hack, the results for those were unheard of. Two distinct avatars. Not a team of two, but by all accounts, the AI algorithm identified two separate individuals within one mind, each with very little in common with the other. Sometimes there was nothing in common, even their digital visual representation.

The mind is incredibly complex and hard to comprehend. The Human mind, while biologically quite peculiar but not outside the realms of understood evolution, neurologically it seems to hold near limitless diversity, both complimentary, contradictory, and beyond.

#humans are space orcs #humans are space australians #humans are space oddities #humans are deathworlders #humanity fuck yeah #carionto

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I GOT YOU WITH REQUESTS.

this is kinda angsty.. but what about neteyam and you having a really good relationship until he sees someone kiss you (you did not reciprocate but neteyam was too mad to hear you out) and so you guys break up and now youve been like enemies but theres always that sexual tension and one day when you reach a heated argument he fucks you dumb and keeps telling you that youre not gonna find anyone better than him🏃‍♀️💨

fmokx

fmokx: jealousy, envy

neteyam x fem!omatikaya!reader

summary: a misunderstanding can lead to broken hearts… and backs.

warnings: smut! angst, fluff ending, breeding kink, dirty talk, mean!dom!neteyam, sexual tension, lovers to enemies to lovers again, jealousy, creampie, foul language, oral (f + m receiving), neteyam’s side eye (bc its scary)

aged up!neteyam (around 20-21)

yunoi: you-no-eye

envy.

it’s amazing how much envy can cause a person to do horrible things.

envy filled yunoi as he saw neteyam flirting with you.

yunoi, a strong hunter of the metkayina clan, saw you when you arrived with the sully family to awa’atlu.

he had long curly hair, a strong jawline, sharp cheekbones, and big eyes.

he had heard the rumors that you and neteyam were going to mate, but the sky people attack interrupted the ceremony.

and yunoi wasn’t going to allow neteyam to take you officially off the market.

“rewon (morning), y/n.” yunoi bowed his head to you as you went out to help find some berries for breakfast.

“hi, yunoi.” you bowed back, a mutual sign of respect to acknowledge the hunter.

yunoi would give you constant looks, only an idiot would not see how much the man was interested in you.

and it pissed neteyam off.

neteyam would openly hold your hand in public, trying to scare yunoi off. but yunoi wasn’t going to back down without a challenge.

“why don’t you join me for a swim? i can show you around the reef properly.” yunoi stared down at you, a deep smirk on his face.

“no, thank you. i have to get back to my family for breakfast.” you politely declined, wishing the man would leave you alone.

“are they really your family, though? rumor has it, you and neteyam aren’t officially mated.” yunoi raised his brow bone at you.

your ears fell in annoyance.

“yes, they are my family. they took me in, didn’t they?”

“more like they brought you to me.” he smirked at you.

you pushed your braids out of your face, tail swaying lowly. you were tired, annoyed, and wanted to eat.

“what do you want from me, yunoi?”

“i want you. you as a whole.”

neteyam had been curious as to what was taking you so long, but when he saw you speaking to yunoi in the distance, he hid behind a tree to see the interaction.

he watched as yunoi grabbed your hand, pulling you into him as he kissed you.

neteyam’s face scowled from the sight, but he didn’t get to watch the rest. he turned back, stomping angrily back to the pod.

you shoved yunoi back by his chest, your hands touching his tribal tattoos as you cringed.

“get it through your thick skull that i will not be with you. i will always be neteyam’s.” you scolded the boy, turning around so your tail could whip him.

but yunoi smirked, knowing neteyam saw the scene.

too annoyed to finish your berry picking, you wandered back into the pod. neteyam watched as you came in.

“what the hell was that?” he asked angrily, nostrils flared and ears turned upward.

“ma neteyam-“ you went to hold the boy, needing some comfort, but when he flinched away from you, you stood dumbfounded.

“do not. i saw him kiss you.”

“that is true. you saw him kiss me, not the other way around.”

“i cannot believe you. after everything we have been through.” neteyam scoffed at you, starting to walk out of the pod again. his braids swayed roughly as he walked.

“you are being irrational,” you barked back with annoyance. first yunoi, now neteyam.

you went to grab his forearm, but neteyam pulled it away from you.

“we are now nothing. go run back to that fish-lipped skxawng (moron).”

and with that, neteyam dove into the ocean and left you. your hands were shaking in frustration as you threw down the woven basket you were holding.

you walked away angrily, lo’ak furrowing his brows.

“y/n-“

“no.” you kept walking, letting your anger get the best of you.

lo’ak didn’t take it to heart, knowing his brother probably did something stupid.

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the sullys soon realized something happened between you and neteyam.

you did not speak, began sleeping on opposite sides of the pod, and would brush past each other with a scowl.

and while all you wanted was for the boy to realize his mistake, neteyam was too blindsided by rage.

neteyam stood against a tree, his arms folded over the other as you helped tsireya feed the ilus.

you laughed with the girl, almost getting your hand nipped.

everyone throughout the village heard about you and neteyam within days. men would approach you, trying to take you out as girls would do the same to neteyam.

while neither of you would admit it, the jealousy that radiated off of the both of you was insane.

“are you going to stop giving y/n a side eye?” kiri asked her brother.

“she is a cheater.” neteyam said back, his voice low.

“is she really? or did you just not allow her to explain what happened?” kiri stared at her brother’s emotionless face as his ears fell flat.

“i saw that skxawng (idiot) kiss her.”

“but did she kiss back?”

neteyam rolled his eyes at his sister, seeing the way a tall fisherman gave you a smirk as he gave you more fish.

“look-“

“she is a beautiful person, neteyam. of course men will be fawning over her. but remember who she’s always wanted to be with.”

neteyam huffed, not responding.

“she’s always wanted to be with you, incase you didn’t get that through your big skull.” kiri teased.

neteyam rolled his eyes once more, this time playfully.

“yeah, i got that.”

that night, during dinner you and neteyam sat on opposite sides. you sat on your knees as you ate, thanking neytiri for the food.

the tension was thick and you could feel neteyam keep looking at you.

you two would accidentally make eye contact, you looking away as you kept picking at your food.

the family ate in silence, maybe because they were too afraid to speak.

you helped neytiri put everything back neatly, and when the family eventually fell asleep, you woke up to your arm being tugged.

you growled lowly, seeing neteyam tugging you awake.

“shhh,” he placed his finger over his lips. you complied, following him out and over a few ways away from the closest marui pod.

“what do you think you’re doing?” you questioned him, seeing his braids sway as he walked with passion.

he turned to look at you, his silhouette illuminated by the eclipse. he had an expression on his face like he was holding something back.

“hello?” you asked once more, growing aggravated at the boy.

“you can’t just wake me up in the middle of the night and not say anything, skxawng!” you insulted, rolling your eyes, ready to leave when neteyam grabbed you.

“y/n…” his chest was rising and falling, his once glowing eyes now dark. his pupils were blown wide, he looked not like himself.

in one sudden motion, he grabbed your jaw and kissed you. you immediately kissed back, missing the way he felt on your skin.

he kissed you like it was the last thing he’ll ever do, tugging on your queue which caused you to whimper in his mouth.

“you gonna be a good girl for me?” he asked, his lips dangerously close to yours.

you nodded, whines leaving your throat. neteyam stared down at you, pushing you down to your knees.

he untied his loincloth, the material falling into the sand to unleash his throbbing cock. it looked like it had been hard for hours.

“suck it, c’mon.” he grabbed your jaw, opening your mouth and forcing his cock down your throat.

your pussy gushed as he fucking your throat. you held his thighs as he gripped your hair.

tears fell from your eyes as you gagged around his cock, but the noises he made made it all worth it.

“you love sucking my cock, huh, baby? missed it didn’t you.”

you nodded against him, spit dribbling out of your mouth. “don’t you fucking dare touch yourself.”

neteyam ordered when he saw your hand reach for your loincloth. you whined at the man as he took his cock out of your throat.

“don’t be fucking needy.” he slapped his dick on your tongue a couple times, allowing you to catch your breath before shoving it inside once more.

neteyam’s hips were snapping angrily. something must have triggered him from the time you went to sleep til now, and you would be lying if you were to say you weren’t enjoying it.

neteyam bit his lip as he whimpered, loving the way your lips wrapped around his cock. “such a pretty baby…” he cooed.

when he was close to cumming, he ripped your head off of him. his eyes were like a reptile, about to attack its prey.

“neteyam-“ you breathed out as he pushed you down onto the sand.

juices were rushing down your thigh, soaking your loincloth as he finally untied it. “pretty pussy… too bad i’m going to destroy it.”

you moaned as he blew air directly onto your sensitive clit, back arching as he smirked.

“fuck, fuck, fuck,” you panted as he finally sucked on your clit, humming against it.

neteyam was not taking his time with you. he was quick, wanting you to come so he can finally claim you as his.

“c’mon, y/n.” he urged on, two fingers thrusting in and out of you. he curled them towards him, causing you to scream out.

neteyam’s free hand went to cover your mouth, his cock twitching as you clenched around his fingers.

“so good, ‘teyam. so good.” you praised, pulling his braids as he whimpered against you.

the lack of pleasure you hadn’t received in months was driving you insane. the way neteyam ate you out in an animalistic manner, your head was spinning.

“i’m gonna cum-“ you warned, but neteyam pulled away.

you growled at the loss of contact, pissed that he stopped when you were so close.

“shut the fuck up.” he slapped your cheek, not enough to hurt you, but enough to make you adjust your attitude.

“gonna fuck this whore pussy, okay?” he looked at you, and while he was in total domination, he waited for you to give him a nod of consent.

your head fell back against the sand as he slipped inside of you, his cock burying itself in your cervix.

“fuck!” you practically screamed out, feeling neteyam bite on your shoulder.

he felt your pussy clenching around him as you adjusted, the motion causing his head to ring.

within seconds, he was rutting his hips into yours. you were a moaning mess, nails digging at his back.

“take that fucking dick,” he said. the pleasure was too much as you tried to push back.

he grabbed your body, holding you tightly against him so you couldn’t move.

he was panting against you, looking into your eyes as you pulled him into you again. you kissed him feverishly, thrusting your hips upwards to get him deeper.

“you’re never going to find anyone better than me. got that?” he said between thrusts.

you whined, nodding against him.

“say it.” he gritted out.

“i’m never going to find anyone better than you, neteyam!” you screamed out as he rubbed your clit.

“i’m going to put a fucking baby in this little cunt, okay?” he said.

“yesssss…” you were being fucked dumb on his cock, not even hearing what he was saying.

“you want me to give you my babies?”

“yes, give me your babies!”

“who’s this pussy belong to?” he asked, his ears perking up as he was yunoi looking out of his pod. neteyam smirked as he rubbed your clit faster.

your limbs were practically attached to his, legs gripping onto his waist.

“answer me, y/n.” neteyam made sure to say your name loudly so yunoi could hear.

“it’s yours! my pussy is yours, neteyam!” you were so close to cumming, you were panting against him.

“cum on my cock, baby. i’ve got you.” neteyam held your hips as he came in you, your pussy convulsing against him as your eyes rolled back.

you were shaking, dizzy, and panting as you were up with eywa for a few moments.

when things seemed to calm down, neteyam pulled you against him.

“i’m sorry, ma y/n. i should’ve listened to you.”

he buried himself into your neck and collarbone as you pet his hair.

“it is okay. let’s just promise not to do it again, yeah?”

neteyam nodded against you.

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the next morning, the village was confused to see you and neteyam all lovey again.

“what is happening?” yunoi’s friend, latiska, asked.

yunoi was scowling, but he knew his place now.

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tags: @mayhemories @useryourbut

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