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bernthal-brainrot · 1 year

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For Whom The Bell Tolls || Vampire!Steddie x reader

Summary: Steve and Eddie are looking for an addition to their relationship. And you’d make the perfect bride.

Authors note: This idea came to me late at night. I love spooky season. I mentioned Lestat and Louis for Eddie and Steve because I think there’s some parallels to them but not much. They aren’t meant to be exactly like those characters, just that they’re lovers and bring a third into the relationship.

Warnings: some dark themes. Some manipulation, smut (18+ only!!) slight dubcon (but reader is attracted to them and likes them, but they’re hesitate to it all.) vampire shenanigans, corruption kink.

It was late October. The leaves are beginning to turn a red-yellow color. Signaling the beginning of a new season, and the death of another. You were walking to the local library with a sweetened iced coffee. Even though there was a cool breeze, you still enjoyed iced coffee. You walked into the library, checked in with Donna, and moved to find you a table. You took your notebook out, along with your textbook and literature book.

You jumped up and the library was dim. You looked at the windows and realized it was night time. How long were you asleep?

“Hello sweetheart, you fell asleep while hard at work.”

You turned to see Eddie Munson talking over you. Eddie was your best friend. A friend you, embarrassingly enough, had a crush on. He was a little goofy and eclectic. Definitely different from the typical guys in Hawkins, but you liked different.

You rubbed your eyes. “How long was I out?”

He shrugged. “Long enough for the librarian to be off of work.”

He dangled the keys in front of you. Donna knew you’d be able to lock up and come back to give her the keys the next day. You were trust-worthy and reliable. But you hated how predictable you were.

You begin packing up your stuff lazily.

Eddie snorted and picked up your book. “Dracula, huh?” He flipped through the pages, big eyes scanning the words.

You yawned and stretched your arms out. “Yeah, I love a good horror novel.”

You both made your way out of the library. You turned around locking the door. You scanned the outside of the library but couldn’t find Eddie’s van anywhere. Were you two walking?

“Are we taking your van?” You hoped so, it would be nice to get all comfy before heading over to Eddie’s trailer.

“No, Steve picked me up. So we’re taking his car.”

Steve. You had wondered how close Eddie and Steve had gotten so fast. Not only were they complete opposites, they use to have a rivalry with one another. Now the two are inseparable. You knew Eddie was bisexual. Having accidentally discovered his choice of porn mags lead you to know for a fact he was all about giving and receiving love, didn’t matter from who.

But Steve was questionable. You knew he had dated girls but the way he is with Eddie made you start to think that he may be bisexual too. How they’d gaze into each other’s eyes and how he’d laugh at something Eddie would say if when you knew it wasn’t that funny. So, it wouldn’t really surprise you if the two were secretly dating. Either way, you hated how he looked at you lately. He practically leered at you all summer. If that wasn’t enough, his touches began to linger. Before he’d make sure to pass by you without touching you. Now he grabs your hips, making sure to give a firm squeeze before letting go. What was friendly at first could now be considered flirty. You always thought Steve was attractive but if he was dating Eddie, you didn’t want to go behind his back. That wasn’t right at all.

“Hey Stevie, finally tracked down our girl.” Eddie said, reaching out and grabbing the handle of the back door on the car. He held the door opened for you while bowing.

“Why thank you kind sir.” You curtsied before climbing into the back seat.

“H-hey,” Steve said, his voice was a bit rough and raspy while saying your name. He was looking at you through the rearview window.

“Hey Steve.” Eddie slipped into the front seat of the car and buckled up. Steve put one of his hands on the back of Eddie’s seat and turned to look over his shoulder while backing out. You felt him looking at you on occasion. For the most part you avoided him until the last minute when you looked at his face and saw that he was looking at your thighs. You squeezed them together and pulled some your skirt a little. He quickly looked at your face before turning back around.

After a bit, you decided to break the silence. “So, where are we going?”

“We’re going to my house.” Steve stated.

You furrowed your eyebrows and looked at both of them. “Why are we going to Steve’s?”

Eddie turned completely around in his seat.

“You really don’t remember, do you sweetheart?”

“Eddie, please buckle up. We could get in a car crash. And no, I don’t remember.”

“You agreed to going with us to Tina’s Halloween Bash, remember? She throws it every year?”

You closed both of your eyes and slid a hand down your face. You completely forgot about the Halloween party happening tonight. You were so busy with your studies that you forgot to even have a social life. Eddie and Steve were always the more social, outgoing ones. You preferred to stay inside and watch movies. Most of the time that’s what you three did. Opting to find different activities that you all could do indoors or away from people. You decided to agree to go with them after they practically begged you for a month.

It was kind of funny because Eddie tended to hate parties with people he knew from high school. Most of them being down right rude to him.

“I’m so sorry guys. I totally forgot.”

“It’s okay babe. We get it. You’ve forgotten about us.” He turns and taps Steve on the arm with the back of his hand.

“She’s forgotten about us Stevie.”he says, his voice changes as if he’s about to cry and he covers his face with his hands. Pretending to sob.

“I’d rather drive a stake through my heart than have you forget us doll face.” Steve replied.

“You both are so dramatic. I don’t even have a costume.”

Eddie turned to look at you. “You think so little of us. How many times do we have to remind you that we got you?”

“You got me a costume?”

Steve pulled into his driveway and put the car in park before pulling his keys out of the ignition.

“Yes, we’re always thinking of you.” The way he said your name sent a chill down your spine.

You all got of Steve’s car and made your way over to his house. When Steve opened the door, it was completely dark inside. The still and quietness was enough to drive anyone crazy after a while.

Steve moves to the side and turns on a light.

“Let there be light!” He turns to you both, asking if you’d like anything to drink. You politely asked for some water, to which he nods and moves towards the kitchen.

“Hey Steve,” Eddie yells, “is it cool if we go to your room? I wanna show her the costume.”

“Sure!” Steve responds.

Eddie takes a hold of your hand with an excited grin. You both jog up the stairs and the left. Once you both entered Steves room, Eddie makes a beeline towards his closet. While you move to lay on Steve’s bed with your feet still on the ground. You close your eyes for a second. You really didn’t feel like going to a party, but since you already agreed to it, you’ll go with them. Eddie and Steve are your best friends, you’d do anything for them.

You felt a presence hovering over you. When you opened your eyes, you seen Eddie looking down at you with a Cheshire grin.

You jumped and put your hand over your heart.

“Jesus Christ!”

Eddie shoves the costume towards you, still wearing the same grin. “Ta-da! Here’s your costume!”

You sit up and examine it. It’s a white dress with poofy sleeves. It has embellished beads around the sweetheart neckline. There’s a significant amount of tulle underneath it.

“Isn’t it nice?” Steve walked in with your glass of water in hand.

“Sorry I took too long. I got side tracked.” He handed the water to you. You took a sip of it and Steve took your glass to put it on his dresser.

You looked at it and back at them.

“It’s….a lot.” They looked at you confused. Steve’s eyebrows furrowed and Eddie tilted his head to the side.

“You don’t like it sweetheart?” Eddie asked.

You thickly swallowed and looked at both of them.

“I’m just…a little confused. What are you two going as?”

“Oh, that’s right. Uh, we’re going as Vampires.” Steve replied.

“So…you two get to be super cool vampires… and I’m…?”

“The bride of course!” Eddie smiled.

You looked at him with wide eyes, your eyebrows were practically in your hairline.

“I don’t know about this…”

Ever since you three became best friends and super close, you did hear about some of the rumors spreading at school and around town. Some people thought that you three were in a relationship with one another. They’d talk about how strange it was that two guys and one girl can be that close and not experiment sexually. You remember one time you addressed some weird guy who came up to you asking you three about it. You quickly dismissed the claim but Steve and Eddie just brushed it off. They acted like it was no big deal.

“Oh!” Eddie snapped his fingers, “I almost forgot!” He went to Steve’s nightstand and pulled out a white veil.

“The finishing touch.” He gently placed it to fit the crown of your head. They both grabbed the sides of the veil to fluff it out more.

“You’ve got to be kidding me? If people don’t already think we’re in a relationship together, they’re definitely going to think it now!”

“Who cares what people think? It’s just a costume. Try it on. Eddie was convinced this was your size. I wanted to get another dress just in case but he’s so sure of it.”

You grab the dress and carry it to Steve’s bathroom.

“You don’t want to change out here babe?” Eddie asked.

“Ha-ha. Very funny.”

You closed and locked the bathroom door. Not that you don’t trust them, you just didn’t want them to forget. You looked at yourself in the mirror. The veil was pretty. Most of it was tulle with lace around the border. You noticed some makeup on the counter.

“Hey Steve? What’s with the makeup?”

“Oh. Oh, yeah! We got you some makeup as well! Thought it go good with the costume.”

You looked through it. Now that you’re actually thinking, everything they picked complimented your skin tone perfectly. Even the face powder was practically an identical match.

“They really went all out.” You whispered to yourself.

While you were getting ready, Steve and Eddie were also putting on their costumes. At times they’d get a little distracted with one another. Eddie running his fingers through Steve’s chest hair. Steve leering at Eddie’s tattoos and toned torso. They resisted from taking anything further than that and few kisses. They wanted to wait for later.

“Okay, I’m coming out.” You slowly open the door and step out into the room. It’s the first time Steve and Eddie are seeing you like this and vice versa. Steve is dressed as Louis and Eddie is dressed as Lestat. Their costumes are so detailed and intricate, right down to the lace and fingernails. You noticed they both had large blood red rings on their ring finger.

While you were taking them in, they were doing the same. The dress fit you to a T. It flattered your figure so well. The veil cascading down your hair and over your shoulders. The makeup accented your natural beauty.

Eddie stood up first and walked over to you. Slowly drifting his eyes up and down you.

“You look exquisite, my lady.”

“Look good enough to die for.” Steve said, suddenly right beside you. He grabbed your hand and kissed every single knuckle while looking you in the eye. The attention they were giving you was nice but intense. You weren’t use to it at all. You started to shrink in on yourself.

“Did you get her shoes, Steve?”

“Shoes?”

“Yes, my dear. Want to complete the look.” Steve bent down to get your shoes underneath his bed. He walked back over before getting back on his knees. The shoes were also white with a block heel attached. He gently grabbed your right ankle and slipped the shoe right on your foot. Then did the same to the other one. After the left one, his two fingers rubbed the inside of your ankle. He went up a little further and looked up at you.

“The finishing touch.”

He kept eye contact with you on his way back to standing up. It made your heart flutter.

Eddie clapped his hands, looking at you two.

“Are we ready?”

You nodded and Steve grabbed his car keys.

———-

You guys had been driving for a several minutes.

“So….where is Tina’s house?”

You had never been, but you heard through word of mouth that it was close to where Steve lived. He was going the other way.

“Oh, we wanted to show you something before going to Tina’s. Trust me, I think you’ll like it.” Steve said.

You blinked a few times. In all your years, you completely trusted Eddie and Steve. You couldn’t really say that with confidence lately. Though they never pushed your boundaries without your consent, they were a lot more touchy, feely. That wasn’t too out of the norm for Eddie, but it was for Steve. Both of them together was intense.

Before you could ask where you’re all going, Eddie excitedly announced that you all were there. He was hitting his hands on the dashboard happily.

You looked out the window and seen a big mansion. The architecture was gothic and worn down. Foliage had started to grow on the exterior of the mansion. Parts of the foliage had started to wither and other parts were very much alive.

“What is this place?” You asked once you all were out of the car and walking towards the house. Steve opened the iron gate that kept people out and closed it back once you all were in.

“Let’s just say it’s a little gem Stevie and I found while we were exploring Hawkins.”

Eddie took a lock opener out of his pocket and picked the lock. Once the door was open he waved his hand out, “After you.”

You and Steve both walked in together which Eddie took complete advantage of because he was able to check both of you out at the same time. The problem was that he couldn’t do it at the same time.

“C’mon.” Steve stated. Holding his hand out, you hesitantly took it and felt a another rough, calloused hand grab your other one. You gasped and looked back at Eddie. He was smiling at you and winked.

After you went up the steps and turned a corner, there was another set of steps to go up.

“What is going on? I thought we’d be going to Tina’s party.”

Steve was lighting the candles in the large room. It was shaped like an attic but was decorated much like a bedroom. While the rest of the house had layers of dust caked into the floors and walls, this room was impeccably clean. There were layers of rugs thrown throughout the room. The bed that was off to the side was rather big. So big, that it had to be custom made. It looked like it could easily fit three people, if not more. The bedding matched the theme of the house. The sheets and pillowcases were red with a black duvet covering it. The goose down inside made the bed look soft. It was all rather inviting. As mentioned, candles were strewn all around the room. Some places had lanterns on the floor while others were hanging. There was even a fireplace in the attic that Steve started to prepare after finishing the candles. The silence was killing you. If it weren’t for Eddie’s cold hands caressing and sliding up and down your arms, you would’ve almost forgot he was there.

“You’re special,” Steve said while whispering your name. “I knew it the moment I laid eyes on you.”

“I did too.” Eddie added. He moved to where his face was in your hair before he moved to place his chin on your shoulder. “You were so sweet and kind to someone like me. Someone who had a bad reputation. Someone who was known as a freak. Tell me love, did you know about the rumors or were you ignorant to them?” He was now moving the tip of his nose across your hairline, not so subtly sniffing you.

“I-I knew somewhat of the rumors but I didn’t care. I wanted to get to know you for you.”

“I told you she was the one Eddie.” Steve said from across the way, sitting on the bed.

Eddie moaned and got incredibly closer to you. So close that even through the tulle and fabric of the dress, you felt his hard length press up against you. You swallowed hard. You were incredibly taken aback.

“T-the one for what?”

“The one for us. You’ll be that for us, won’t you sweetheart? You’ll be our good girl, right?” Eddie was now gently rocking his hips against your ass through the dress. He started to gently kiss your shoulder leading up to your neck. You closed your eyes and let out a loud moan. You had always wondered what Eddie would be like, what his lips would feel like. You just didn’t think it’d be with Steve. Upon thinking that, you opened your eyes to see Steve palming himself through his pants.

“You two look so hot together.” He said.

Eddie looked at him while still kissing your neck. He starts to slowly move you to come closer to Steve and before you know it, you’re right in front of him. You’re now caged in between the two with no way out.

“You haven’t answered my question, love. Will you be ours?”

You look at Eddie and he’s looking at you with those doe eyes of his. His eyes appear to be darker in this subtle light but you can tell that lust is swimming in them. You look at Steve and he’s looking at you expectedly, rubbing his hands up and down your thighs through your dress.

“A-are you guys serious?”

“As a heart attack.” Eddie said with a grin. That’s when you noticed his sharp teeth twinkling in the candlelight. You gasped out loud before letting out a scream. You move to get out of his grasp but Steve catches you and wraps his arms around you, sitting you on his lap.

“Ssssshh. Shshshsh. Please don’t be afraid.” Steve said. You’re on the verge of crying. A few tears stream down and as soon as they fall, Steve wiped them away.

“Who are you?! I want to know what’s going on?!”

“We already told you that.” Eddie stated sternly while saying your name. “We want you to join us.”

“L-like become a v-vampire?”

Steve chuckled beside you. “Yeah, something like that. Except you’ll be our queen.”

“W-why me? Why not any of the others? There’s plenty of guys and girls that’d love to be with you two.”

“Don’t act so coy.” Steve replied. “You’re everything we’re looking for. Plus, We know you think of us the same way we think of you. It’s okay to be attracted to us. We know how you were raised. In a strict household. So you try to suppress your emotions. Try to tame that fire of yours. But it’s okay.” Steve said. He started to move back into the bed with you still in his lap. Eddie moved towards the bed and crawled to lay beside you. Steve maneuvered you to lay in between him and Eddie. Eddie took his jacket off before grabbing the hem of his linen shirt and taking it off. Steve reached down to grab the zipper on the back of the dress and lowered it down. In an instant Eddie was on you. He looked at you expectedly. Despite your worry and hesitation, you nodded that it was okay. He lowered your dress and latched his mouth onto your breast while his hand played with the other. He moaned against you which caused you to moan. He scooted closer to you while grabbing your hand and lead it to his hard-on. He squeezed your hand around it and rocked against your hand.

“Do you see?” He stated breathlessly. “Do you feel what you do to me? It’s been so hard to resist such a walking temptation like yourself. I bet you taste sweet too.” He moved to lick your neck and started to suck on it. You briefly opened your half-lidded eyes to see Steve. He’s now fully naked and stroking himself to you two. You take this time to really look at him. He has his head thrown back, muscles in his arms and torso tensing up. His chest hair makes him that much more attractive. You let out another moan at the thought. Steve snaps his head right back up and makes eye contact with you. It’s so intense that you can look away. He hesitates for a second to pull away from his cock, but does. He grabs the hem of your dress and starts to pull it down. You lift your hips up to allow him to completely take it off. Your only left in your white lace underwear. Both Eddie and Steve moan at the thought. Steve moves over behind you when Eddie looks at Steve. That’s when they both lean into one another, lips and tongue moving with each other. Eddie runs his fingers through Steve’s chest and that’s when you start to touch Steve’s torso, slowly moving down further and further until you reach his hard cock. You begin to slowly stroke it and he lets out a groan in Eddies mouth. Both Eddie and Steve get impossibly closer to you. Eddie begins rocking his hips against the globes of your ass. You’re all a hot, moaning mess. Rocking against one another while feeling each other up. Eddie takes one of his long fingernails and cuts the side of your underwear off. You let out a little gasp before he slides it off of you.

“H-hey, what are you doing?” Steve asked. You looked at the both of them, Eddie finally releasing himself from his pants, pulling them down a little past his ass. “I’m going first remember?”

He states while tugging on the head of his cock and squeezing it, giving it much needed relief.

“Maybe we should our love who she wants first, hm?” Steve looks at you. “Who do you want in you first?”

You shook your head. “It doesn’t matter, just put it in me please. I need to feel one of you inside me.”

Eddie growled. “That’s good enough for me.” With that, he entered in you slowly. He is determined to feel every ripple and ridge inside of you. You see that he already has a fucked out face, eyes brows furrowed and his mouth in a perfect O shape. He leans his forehead against your shoulder. He mutters something to himself before going further. While you’re a moaning mess already, wishing he didn’t go so slow. Subtly trying to meet his hips but his hands are on yours stopping you from doing so. You turn to Steve who immediately starts kissing you. You pull away and look him in the eye while reaching down to tug on him.

“Can I put it in my mouth?” You ask. Steve could’ve cum right then and there. He nods and moves to where his hips meets your mouth. You all stay like this for a while. Entangled with one another while moans and groans feel up the room. The sounds of skin hitting skin becomes so erotic and adds to the slick that you’ve already gotten from Eddie fucking you and rubbing your clit. Steve cums first from your mouth. His head thrown back and his hand in your hair. You continue to suck him off through his orgasm. Eddie looked at you two and then down between you and him. He pulled out a little, his pubic hair all wet from yours and his juices. There was even a milky ring around his cool. His eyes rolled back and he groaned at the sight.

“F-fuck, I’m about to cum. You’re so good, sweetheart. So wet, you’re practically drowning me.” He says with shaky breath.

“Is it okay if I taste you, my love?”

You were so wrapped up in the erotic euphoria of it all that you nodded your head without even wondering what he meant.

Eddie proceeded to thank you while grabbing your wrist. He sunk his teeth into your wrist. In the beginning it hurt but as soon as he began to lick and suck from the blood flowing out of it, it added a weird sense of euphoria. You ended up cumming just from that. He groaned into your wrist and continued to fuck you through your orgasm. Steve came back down to meet you eye-to-eye.

“Don’t worry, my love. You’ll come to love your new life with us. If you haven’t already.” He took one of his long fingernails to his wrist and created about an inch long slit. Blood came rolling out and he held his wrist over your mouth. Before you knew it, a couple drops landed on your lips and you subconsciously licked them. Steve smiled and looked over at Eddie, who smiled into your wrist. He also added an inch long slit to his wrist and held up for it to drip into your mouth as well. Steve placed his hand behind your head and tilted you to the side. Allowing enough space for him to be able to make his two small punctures and take his turn sucking your blood. As he did so, you felt movement on the other side of you. Eddie had got off the bed and reached into the drawer on the nightstand for something small before he came back to bed.

“The things you want to do with us are the same things we want to do with you.” Eddie stated. “And if you’re worried about it being a sin or something, don’t worry.” Steve lifted off your neck and helped you turn your head to look at Eddie. You felt so drained but so alive at the same time. Eddie pulled out a small square box and opened it up. A gold ring with a red heart was placed right in the middle of it. He took it out the box and slipped it on your ring finger.

“You’re bonded to us now. In this life and the next.”

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okay wait no this is the last one (watch me send in 6k more things) but anyway car sex in a pick up truck w frank while he’s on a stake out oh my christ on a cracker i cannot

after being on the road for so long frank just can’t help it. just having you alone and seeing you every second, wind going through your curls, your eyes shining through the sun as it slowly sets. his hand resting on yours before he takes it pressing a kiss on your palm. “how’s my pretty girl doing?” “im good, frankie.” “yeah? you comfortable? you need anything baby?” you looked over, meeting his eyes with a smile, shaking your head. “i promise you i’m good.” you lean in kissing his cheek.

but soon, about thirty minutes later, you realized you did need something. him. and he could tell. frank easily could tell whenever you wanted him. it wasn’t long before he stopped the truck and pulled you into his lap. “all you had to do was ask, sweetheart.” as you moved to the back of the truck you continuously lower yourself downward and moan out. up again. down again.

moving faster and landing harder. soon you think you may come anytime now and so you open your eyes and looks into his face. his rapture is quite complete. “do you want it? you want me to come in you? thats all you’ve been thinking of, huh? my dirty girl, just wanted me to fuck you in this truck.” his giant hands grab you roughly around the hips and slam you down. he pulls you hard against him and releases himself into you.

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— 𝐚 𝐛𝐞𝐚𝐬𝐭'𝐬 𝐥𝐮𝐥𝐥𝐚𝐛𝐲

･*:༅｡frank castle x fem!reader

･*:༅｡warnings: smut to fluff (penetration, oral fem receiving), really big fluff, being frank's apologist, language, canon typical warnings.

･*:༅｡A/n: The Punisher has had me in a chokehold and so has Jon Bernthal and therefore, if I'm going crazy, I'm gonna at least try to take some of you with me :) This one is kind of a shorty. Sorry, I'm just kinda burnt out rn :/

🥝 ·̩͙✧ 18+ ONLY PLEASE, BY CLICKING ‘KEEP READING’ YOU ARE AGREEING TO THE TERMS OF THE WARNINGS. I AM NOT RESPONSIBLE FOR YOUR MEDIA CONSUMPTION. 🥝 ·̩͙✧

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His love burned you; maimed you. Twisted you inside out. A monstrous love, which made you both monsters. Something that consumed you every waking hour, every moment he was with you, and every moment you were apart.

A love that he used to envelop you in sweet kisses as he would trace them up your thigh to the sweet flower that rested between your soft legs, begging for its nectar as he licked stripes across it.

For so long he had been burdened with the treacherous pain of loss and heartache, the absence of his family that once was haunting him, condemning him, seemingly, from ever loving again. But somehow you manage to pick each lock that held the chains layering his heart, removing one by one until organ his laid bare, pure, unfiltered love spilling from it. All for you— only for you.

Like Jekyll and Hyde, the personality he displayed with you was starkly different from what he exposed to the rest of the world. You had mapped out every part of him, traced every vein, kissed every scar.

Once his mouth reached your pearl, your fingers wrapped themselves up in his hair, gently tugging as he tasted you. His movements had your nerves practically vibrating as he continued to explore you like he had many times before, mapping out each reaction as if it would be the last time he would ever do so.

Vulgar slurping and moans of ecstasy filled the space between you, whisping around the both of you in your lust-filled haze, a strong hand holding your hips down with a gentle force, keeping your body grounded has he continued to devour you.

Your eyes were rolled back, constellations of stars behind your eyelids as you felt yourself fall deeper and deeper into a fucked-out state, the coil within you getting tighter and tighter until you almost felt yourself snap.

Frank had noticed how your breathing changed, and just before you could touch nirvana, you were violently pulled back to Earth by him pulling away, the absence of his presence on your clit eliciting a negative reaction from you.

"Oh, hush," he hissed, delivering a swift smack to your swollen petals, "The only place you're cumming," he raised himself up, crawling over you until his mouth was level with yours, nearly centimeters away, "is on my cock."

You bit back a snarky response, something your mouth was infamously guilty of, instead now leaning in to kiss him. Your lips met his like they had millions of times before, but this time, the passion was had shifted. This wasn't just for your enjoyment, but also his soothing.

For once in his life, Frank was being selfish, finally thinking of himself. For the first time in what seemed like decades, Frank Castle was selfish. You gave him the wordless permission to have him use you in any way he saw fit. He loved you for it -- craved you for it.

Lately, his dreams had been consuming his thoughts, swallowing his mind whole with a terrifying, gripping maw. When he would wake at night in a cold sweat, there you were, right next to him, an angel bathed in moonlight. A goddess amongst men. You managed to quiet the swarming thoughts without even knowing it. You were his goddess. And now he was going to prove it to you.

You felt him line up right up to your swollen pussy, and you sighed into Frank's lips as he rubbed himself up and down, slowly, teasing you. Making you beg for it. Just as you had predicted, Frank had pulled back, looking at you with the look--

'Go on. Beg for it.'

"P-Please Frank-," you choked out, breathless from the assault on your lips, "Please, baby, I need you inside me. I need to feel you, I've been waiting to feel you all evening, just please-"

Your pleading cries were soon hushed and consoled with a sudden thrust of the brute's hips. Your mouth popped open, hanging open while the most angelic sounds released themselves into the air around you, your lover's eyes never leaving yours.

You slung profanities out while he thrust deep inside you. You felt as if he was rearranging your insides, twisting and turning just the right nerves to make your brain go haywire.

"Aw, look at my little darlin', huh?" he gritted, sweat beginning to bead on his forehead, "Not even thirty seconds in and already fucked out."

His words were condescending but you had never felt more at home and comfortable. Frank could break your heart right there in that bed and you would have never cared, not with how he was fucking into you.

"Ohh, I can feel you starting to tighten up there, you getting close?"

You could only feel your head movement as it nodded, your innermost thoughts exposed to whoever was there to see. You were completely and irrevocably at his mercy.

"Too bad, you'll have to wait till I'm ready, got that?" he hissed, taking a hand and wrapping it around your jaw, his fingers hot, "You better not cum till I say or I'm not touching you for a week."

The threat had shaken you to your core. You knew nothing could get you like Frank could. Not even a vibrator.

You only could let out a drunken sounding "uh-huh," before a smirk broke out across your lover's features.

His face was promptly hidden in the crook of your neck, wet lips leaving sweet kisses as he pummeled into you. It was almost comical how such an intimate soft action could be coupled with such a powerful, brutish one.

It didn't take long for Frank's breath to become more labored, compliments beginning to flood your ears like a storm drain, letting you know he was close.

"C'mon, pretty girl, you can do it, cum for me. Cum right on my cock."

His vulgar words drove the final nail into the coffin, your head thrown back against the pillows in pure bliss as you let yourself go.

"That's it, honey, oh shit- that's so fucking tight."

"Fuck! Frankie!" you squealed as you plummeted at the hands of pleasure, letting the vibrating ecstasy flow over your body like a wave on a beach, each muscle clenching, the overstimulation creeping in.

"Oh, baby, I know, I know, I'm right behind y- fuck-" he was cut off by his own orgasm, warmth blooming in your core as you heard him let go.

The two of you clutched to each other as if the other would fade away, as if one would dissipate into nothing, leaving the other alone. The warmth of flesh on flesh was soothing, the afterglow of orgasmic pleasure radiating off the both of you.

When Frank finally felt comfortable, he gently pulled himself out, rolling himself off of you as he finally moved his head to look at you.

He thought that with his late wife, she was the only thing that could lull the thing that ate him alive. That captured his soul and kept it captive. But now he realized that you had Maria's same haunting talent.

His large hand went up to cup your face, thumb gliding across the soft skin of your face, your eyes closing as you released a tired sigh.

"I didn't go too hard did I?" he asked, concern lacing his tone.

You simply shook your head no as you looked up at him lovingly, your body subconsciously moving closer to the warmth of his. He chuckled as you placed yourself as close as you could to him.

"Come on, lovebug. Let's get you cleaned up," he suggested, wrapping his arms around you, helping you up.

This is how he finally knew, at last, that someone had mastered his beast's lullaby.

#frank castle #frank castle smut #frank castle angst #frank castle fluff #the punisher #punisher #netflix punisher

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Lord have MERCY-

#sebastian stan #Sebastian #stan #bucky barnes #sebastian stan photoshoot #I’m definitely using these in an edit ✍️

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BITCH WAKE UP, THE NEW CHERIENYMPHE IS UP

Sweet Tooth (Steve Kemp x Reader)

WARNINGS: NON-CON, alluded to MAJOR CHARACTER DEATH, alluded to cannibalism, employer x employee dynamic

➥ banner by @maysdigitalarts | divider by @firefly-graphics

summary: The Kemps have always struck you as a little weird, but as their babysitter, you figured they didn’t pay you enough to make that your business.

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Oh to draw like this some day

Steve (Fresh) x Ransom (Knives out) 🔪

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──── 𝟎𝟑. 𝐤𝐧𝐢𝐟𝐞 𝐩𝐥𝐚𝐲

𝐩𝐚𝐢𝐫𝐢𝐧𝐠: winter soldier x reader

𝐰𝐚𝐫𝐧𝐢𝐧𝐠𝐬: DARK CONTENT, smut, cutting (TW), pussy slapping, language, violence against you. Rated R overall

𝐚/𝐧: TW!!! If you have anything with cutting or think this will trigger you, please don't read! Stay safe and have a good day/night/afternoon! (Sorry for any spelling/grammar errors or plot holes, I didn't put my whole wussy (writer pussy) into this one.)

𝐰𝐨𝐫𝐝 𝐜𝐨𝐮𝐧𝐭: 697

𝐦𝐚𝐫𝐜𝐡 𝐬𝐦𝐮𝐭 𝐦𝐚𝐫𝐚𝐭𝐡𝐨𝐧 𝐦𝐚𝐬𝐭𝐞𝐫𝐥𝐢𝐬𝐭

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"Внесите актив."

Bring in the asset.

These words were spoken by a man who had been torturing you for hours. Sprawled out on a metal table, arms and legs tied down with leather buckles, nothing but underwear, and a tank top to cover your trembling body. Needles, shocks, physical blows. All to get information out of you but to no avail.

You understood the man's words perfectly, and you also knew exactly who he was talking about. Most believed he was a myth. Others, like you, knew better.

Blood trickled out of your nose as you watched the man approach your head, "Maybe a new friend will help you remember what it is you want to tell me, птичка."

With all the strength you could muster, you welled up the blood in your mouth before spitting it directly into the Hydra commander's face.

The commander scoffed in disgust, before delivering a swift, punishing slap to your cheek.

"Сейчас!" he barked.

Now!

Soon enough, a door had slid open, a broad figure standing in the doorway. A figure with a metal arm.

The heavy thunking of his boots against the cement floor was deafening, your body beginning to shake as he drew closer.

He looked down at you as if you were the scum of the Earth. Maybe to him, you were. An avenger, a member of a team that held Hydra's number 1 enemy, Captain Steve Rogers. He was sworn to hate everything having to do with him. Including you.

You looked at him with the same disgust, fearing the way he would defile you. How he would mar your skin, cover it with more wounds, tease you, mock you. Just as the man before him did.

"Вы не покинете эту комнату, пока мы не получим ответы, которые нам нужны." the commander growled to the soldat, trying his hardest to wipe the blood from his uniform.

You will not leave this room until we have the answers we need.

The Soldat gave a solemn nod of his head and watched the commander take his leave, before turning back to you. His flesh hand moved down to a holster, unbuttoning it before holding up a terrifying knife. It was big and sharp. Just how the Soldat liked it.

You verbally whimpered at the size of it, your eyes widening at the feel, holding back a scream with a whine of fear.

"Where's S.H.E.I.L.D. keeping Project 14?" his voice was low and gruff, making you shudder.

Your eyes narrowed as you sneered, "Go to hell!" you would bark, the Soldat's face immune to change as he sighed.

Then, he raised his knife.

He dragged the knife from your collarbone and down your chest, droplets of blood springing up and glittering against the fluorescent lights of the room.

You gasped at the sting, both from the wound and the chill of the metal pressed up against your heated flesh.

"Where is S.H.E.I.L.D. keeping Project 14?" he asked again, emphasizing every word with a gentle drag of his blade further and further down your torso, reaching your hip bone.

You knew what he was trying to do, he was trying to intimidate you. And as much as you hated to admit it, it was working.

"I-I don't know," you stuttered, the sound of your shaking breaths echoing through the open space of the room.

"неправильно."

Wrong.

Before you had time to protest, his metal hand gripped the bottom of your shirt, the sound of fabric tearing making you let out a terrified gasp.

Your hands jolted against the leather cuffs that held you grounded to the bed.

"Please, please, I swear I don't know!" you cried.

"Don't. Lie." he hissed through gritted teeth, tossing the shredded tank top to the side.

"Please, I don't -- Ah!" your pleading was cut off by your body reacting to a slap to your clothed pussy, your legs squirming as you were being defiled.

Several slaps later, he finally seemed to have his fill, "You ready to tell the truth now?"

His knife was being twirled in his hand, his face stoic as he looked down at you.

Somehow you knew he was just beginning

#bucky barnes fanfiction #bucky barnes x reader #james bucky barnes #james buchanan barnes #winter soldier #the winter soldier #winter solider smut

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omg hehe i already love ur work after only reading one thing 💓💓

thank you! this actually makes my day, thank you for the message <333

#ILY SHAWTY

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──── 𝟎𝟐. 𝐚𝐬𝐬 𝐰𝐨𝐫𝐬𝐡𝐢𝐩

𝐩𝐚𝐢𝐫𝐢𝐧𝐠: lee bodecker x reader

𝐰𝐚𝐫𝐧𝐢𝐧𝐠𝐬: smut, ass worship, rated r, he literally eats ass in this one, so- (rimming?)

𝐚/𝐧: more stuff before march, just shhhhhhhhh. I’ve never written anything like this so DONT blame me for inaccurate depictions. Apologies for my lack of knowledge of the eating ass department

𝐰𝐨𝐫𝐝 𝐜𝐨𝐮𝐧𝐭: 538 (kinda short, ik)

𝐦𝐚𝐫𝐜𝐡 𝐬𝐦𝐮𝐭 𝐦𝐚𝐫𝐚𝐭𝐡𝐨𝐧 𝐦𝐚𝐬𝐭𝐞𝐫𝐥𝐢𝐬𝐭

🥝 ·̩͙✧ 18+ ONLY PLEASE, BY CLICKING 'KEEP READING' YOU ARE AGREEING TO THE TERMS OF THE WARNINGS. I AM NOT RESPONSIBLE FOR YOUR MEDIA CONSUMPTION. 🥝 ·̩͙✧

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Lee loved many things about you. But at the top of this list had to be your ass.

Everyone and their brother knew he was an ass man, and the way he displayed PDA with you confirmed their suspicions. Whether it was a hand on your ass at social events or a playful smack as he would walk past.

He loved the way it looked in a sundress, especially the easy access it gave him.

But right now was his favorite way to have you.

You were face down, ass the air as your back arched. He stripped you completely down, before standing behind you, taking in the sight of your dripping cunt and your exposed peach.

Finally, you had the gall to ask, "Lee, what are you doing?" your voice was whiney.

"Just enjoying the view doll," he laughed it off, "Look at this beautiful ass. So beautiful," you gasped as you felt his hand give a hard slap to your right cheek, Lee enjoying the sight of the flesh rippling after being struck.

His hands then smoothed over the now heated skin, squeezing and rubbing over what was his.

"All mine," he would mutter.

You shivered as you felt his lips gently coast across it. What he wanted to do to you was downright sinful, his mouth practically watered at the thought.

His lips placed loving kisses across the expanse of soft flesh, kneading the other half like dough.

You relished in the feeling of him loving that part of you, your mouth propped open in pleasure. But the soft whimpers suddenly turned into moans as you felt something acutely strange.

His tongue was softly prodding your puckered hole, continuing down till the muscle came in contact with your clit. Your wanton moans only encouraged him.

His mouth moved back up to your tightest hole, his fingers rubbing up against your wet petals. He licked and sucked while his hand toyed with your puffed-up pussy. Your body subconsciously pushed itself into your lover's mouth, making him moan. The vibrations sent pleasure through your lower body, your noises now muffled as you pushed your face into the fabric of the sheets.

His tongue pushed itself back and forth, his fingers still working your cunt, a painfully hard erection under his boxers that he had yet to take off.

With the intense mixture between his fingers and the intimate placing of his mouth, you felt yourself begin to fall over the edge, and Lee felt it too.

His fingers abruptly went quicker, his mouth going lower as he sucked your clit, moving his tongue around, making you feel so perfect. You screamed as you came, Lee dragging it out for as long as possible.

You had to bat him away to get him to stop, overstimulation coming far too soon in his opinion.

"You still with me, baby?" he asked, his voice low and gravelly, laced with lust.

"Uh-huh," you whimpered, weakly nodding your head, your body buzzing in the afterglow of your orgasm.

"That's good...," he paused, and before you could say anything more, his hands were on you again.

"alright babydoll," he grunted as he flipped you over, "What do you say we both come tonight?"

#lee bodecker x you #sheriff lee bodecker #lee bodecker smut #lee bodecker x reader #seb stan #sebastian stan #sebastain stan #sebby stan #sexy seabass #sebastian stan imagine #sebastian stan blurb #sebastian stan smut #sebastian stan x you

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─── 𝟎𝟏. 𝐚𝐠𝐚𝐢𝐧𝐬𝐭 𝐭𝐡𝐞 𝐰𝐚𝐥𝐥

𝐩𝐚𝐢𝐫𝐢𝐧𝐠: professor!bucky x reader

𝐰𝐚𝐫𝐧𝐢𝐧𝐠𝐬: smut, 18+ PLEASE, age gap, corruption kink, creampie, implied oral, rated r

𝐚/𝐧: bark bark awooga, heart eyes heart eyes. (but yes, i know it isn't technically march 1st but shush, I'm feeding you now.)

𝐰𝐨𝐫𝐝 𝐜𝐨𝐮𝐧𝐭: 910

𝐦𝐚𝐫𝐜𝐡 𝐬𝐦𝐮𝐭 𝐦𝐚𝐫𝐚𝐭𝐡𝐨𝐧 𝐦𝐚𝐬𝐭𝐞𝐫𝐥𝐢𝐬𝐭

🥝 ·̩͙✧ 18+ ONLY PLEASE, BY CLICKING 'KEEP READING' YOU ARE AGREEING TO THE TERMS OF THE WARNINGS. I AM NOT RESPONSIBLE FOR YOUR MEDIA CONSUMPTION. 🥝 ·̩͙✧

He loved the view from here. God he loved the view. You sat at the front of the class, as usual, but what was special about this instance was the length of your skirt.

You were never one to normally wear skirts, but today was special. After some private lessons only a few days prior, you became more daring with your clothing choices. But this one was the best one yet.

Your skirt had slid up your thighs, and with your legs crossed and the position of Professor Barnes' desk, he was given a perfect view of the underside of your thigh. Normally, this was nothing super shocking, but the remnants of the bite mark leftover from their latest 'study session' certainly was.

It was a light mixture of lavender purples and dusky pinks. And it was all for him to see on the underside of his best girl's desk.

He could practically hear your moans from when he had you leaned over his desk as he ate you out from behind, and the yelp you released when he gave you the bruising wound when he finally got you to cum.

He had to stop midway through the lecture to sit down at his desk and quickly assign the assignment before the other students realized he was getting a hard-on. Something he could very well lose his job for.

He had to stop himself from letting out an obnoxiously loud sigh when the bell had finally rung, signaling class was finally over. He was aching to get his hands on you.

You packed up your things as slowly as you could, and once the last person was out the door, you quickly shut the door behind them, locking it and pulling the blinds up the window.

You didn’t even have to turn around to know that Bucky was right behind you. You could feel the heat of his breath against the back of your ear.

Your suspicions were confirmed as you felt his hands grab your hips, pulling you into a broad chest.

"You had me like this the entire class period," he sighed, closing his eyes as you took one of your hands, trailing it behind you until it was met with the weight of his hard-on, begging to be released.

Fingertips grazed over your front, reaching up under your skirt before latching onto the lacy fabric of your panties before they were brutally ripped away.

"Bucky!" you whined, "those were my favorite!"

He suddenly spun you around, his hardened gaze conveying that maybe now wasn't the best time to be complaining. His eyes were sharp as they dug into yours, making you gulp silently.

Bucky took your shoulders, manhandling you until your back hit the hard surface of a wall behind you. His lips met yours in a rough correlation of teeth and tongue, his hands roaming your body, pulling your skirt all the way up, exposing your slick to the cool air of the lecture room.

"Yeah?" he growled, holding up the shreds of the laced panties "Well, we might want to put them to another use, so you get your money's worth."

His hand gripped your jaw as you gasped, any protest soon muffled as he shoved the remnants of fabric into your mouth as a gag.

"Can't have you giving us away, baby," he smirked, running his fingers through your folds, watching your wide eyes practically begging him to fuck you.

He knew how he had you wrapped around his finger. From the second he took your virginity, he had told you he was the only one who could make you feel like this. So good and so beautiful. Maybe he was. But he knew you had nothing to compare it to.

You were completely and entirely his. And he loved it.

He fiddled with his pants, releasing his constrained cock with a relieved sigh.

"Jump," he muttered, licking his lips when he felt your legs wrap around his torso, your arms wrapped around the back of his neck.

Such a good girl.

He lined himself up with you before slowly thrusting himself between your petals, reveling in the muffled moan you released. Even with something stuffed in your mouth, you could never truly be quiet.

Bucky's thrusts were hard and precise, piercing through your tight cavern with vigor. He loved the way you felt around him, fitting him like a puzzle piece.

Your back was repeatedly hitting the wall behind you with every ram of his hips, keening when his lips met your neck, sucking your neck, leaving dark, purple bruises.

Love bites followed after he finished painting your neck and collar bone in hickeys, loving the way you whimpered with each and every nibble from his pearly whites.

His thrust began to quicken, making both you and him let out sounds of ecstasy.

Finally, he felt himself break, grunting and whimpering as he poured himself inside you, giving several slaps to your ass in the process.

"Fuck, kitten," he hissed, pulling himself out and setting you back down.

He laughed lowly as you tried to respond back to him, completely fucked out and cock-drunk. He kneeled down in front of you beckoning your legs to spread apart.

Once you gave in, he watched as his spend slowly drip out of your used cunt.

"You did so well, baby," he cooed, scooting closer to you,

"Now it's time for me to return the favor.”

#bucky fic #bucky barnes fanfiction #bucky barnes x reader #james bucky barnes #bucky #bucky barnes #bucky x reader #bucky barnes smut #bucky imagine #bucky fanfic #bucky x you #james buchanan barnes #the winter soldier #winter soldier

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───── 𝟎𝟎. 𝐦𝐢𝐫𝐫𝐨𝐫 𝐬𝐞𝐱

𝐩𝐚𝐢𝐫𝐢𝐧𝐠: ransom x reader

𝐰𝐚𝐫𝐧𝐢𝐧𝐠𝐬: smut, creampie, ransom (he's his own warning), language, overall rated r.

𝐚/𝐧: a little toe-dip into what's in store for the smut marathon before we really start kicking it off. I hope you guys enjoy, wishing all the best <3

𝐰𝐨𝐫𝐝 𝐜𝐨𝐮𝐧𝐭: 842

𝐦𝐚𝐫𝐜𝐡 𝐬𝐦𝐮𝐭 𝐦𝐚𝐫𝐚𝐭𝐡𝐨𝐧 𝐦𝐚𝐬𝐭𝐞𝐫𝐥𝐢𝐬𝐭

🥝 ·̩͙✧ 18+ ONLY PLEASE, BY CLICKING 'KEEP READING' YOU ARE AGREEING TO THE TERMS OF THE WARNINGS. I AM NOT RESPONSIBLE FOR YOUR MEDIA CONSUMPTION. 🥝 ·̩͙✧

A majority of the time, you loathed Ransom's vain personality. His favorite image, you believed, was himself. Constantly checking himself in any reflective surface he could possibly look into, adjusting his hair or his smoothing his sweater, always insisting he looks just right.

But now it was one of his best traits. The reflective surface standing in front of you displayed a mock image of what was shown in front of it.

An adonis body behind you, your back arched as he thrust in and out of you with purpose. Even the looking glass couldn't display the pure beauty of the man making you go practically feral.

His eyes look into yours, but not directly. His piercing blues met your gaze as you felt his hand coiled in your hair, forcing you to watch as he took you harshly from behind.

He pounded into you, his tip hitting that spongy spot deep inside of you, making you keen. There was something surreal about watching him take you like this. Intimate yet demanding, his free hand was gripping your hip, squeezing your curves as he used you like a toy.

"Look at that, huh," he leaned over, his thrusts never stopping, only slowing, "Look at how well you take me, pretty girl."

Your mouth dropped open, feeling his hand trail from your hair to your chin, holding your head in place. His cheek pressed against yours.

You could feel everything so much more intensely. Every ridge of his cock to the satin bedsheets that lay beneath you. Ransom always did demand the best for his princess.

"Aw, I know that face," he chuckled, shaking your face in his grip, "What do you want, greedy little puppy, huh?"

"I-" your voice was breathy and whiny, "I wanna cum."

He laughed cruelly at you, giving you a quick but gentle slap on the cheek, making you whimper, smiling a devilish smile.

"How can I say no to you?" he chuckled before sitting back up, driving into you harder than he had the entire night.

His tip kissed your cervix repeatedly, his hips rutting into yours. You watched as your body rippled with each and every thrust he gave you. He moved you with such precision, each thrust feeling as if he had planned them.

A familiar tightening formed in your core, telling you that you were so, so close, and Ransom could feel it too, your perfect pussy clenching around him like a vice, making him groan.

Your eyes followed one of his hands as it disappeared behind you, only to be felt on your sensitive petals. You moaned as you felt him play you as if you were a guitar, knowing your body more than you did. He knew every spot to stroke, where to caress.

"Mine," he grunted lowly, and if your eyes weren't so transfixed on his lips, you would have missed it.

Ransom would be damned if you didn't come before him tonight, his finger movements on your clit becoming more sloppy and frantic. Finally, you plummeted into ecstasy, letting yourself fall into a state of bliss. Your eyes rolled back, jaw slack, letting out noises you didn't even know you could make.

Every muscle in your body tightened, so much so you could feel yourself shake at the intensity of it all.

And Ransom watched it all. Watching you fall over the edge, the feeling of you around him, and the beautiful sounds you made were enough to make him release.

He came inside you, warmth blooming inside you as you did your best to catch your breath. You weren't worried about his actions coming back to bite you in the ass. It was a known fact that your boyfriend had plan B money.

You felt the upper part of your body drop to the mattress below you, breathless as your ass remained in the air. With a reluctant sigh, Ransom pulled out.

Before you knew what was happening, your limp body was being contorted to sit in his lap, your back pressed against his chest, his legs open, his strong arms forcing you to do the same.

You whined at the cold air that hit your sensitive pussy, and try as you might, you knew he wouldn't let you close your legs. You knew what he was trying to get you to do. You honestly didn't want to look at your pussy like this. But Ransom was determined.

"Princess," his voice was soft, "look."

Your eyes raised back up to the mirror in front of you, and your eyes widened as your cheeks began to heat up.

Pouring out of you like honey was his cum, rolling down your petals and pooling onto the sheets below.

"Ransom," you tried to cover your face with your hands.

But he was having none of it. "You're beautiful. Every part of you...," he wrapped his arms around your waist, his reflection's eyes still on yours, his head rested on your shoulder.

"Especially when parts of you look like this."

#ransom thrombey x you #ransom thrombrey #ransom smut #ransom thrombey x reader #chris evans characters #chris evans smut #chris evans imagine #chris evans fic #chris evans gif #:) yeah

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