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beom-pyu · 11 months

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lust for life ☆⋆｡𖦹°‧★ kang taehyun

kang taehyun x fem!reader (choi yeonjun x fem!reader) , tags: non idol au , friends to lovers , one-sided crushes , pining , fluff , nsfw , angst , friend!taehyun , bff!yeonjun , roommate!yeonjun , college au , one-sided crushes , angst , pink-haired taehyun because why not, reader is a little ditzy but you mean well!! , pwp

warnings: smut (minors dni) , cursing , fingering , drinking , service top!taehyun (i need to spread this agenda please hear me out) , unprotected sex (reader is on the pill) , sane and consensual! , car sex (i have an obsession) , reader is going thru it

"in these stolen moments, the world is mine. there's nobody here—just us together. keepin' me hot like july forever."

a/n: hiii it's been a while! i've had this in the drafts for a little bit and i finally finished it yayyyy!! also happy 520+ in just a little over a month??? ily guys with all of my heart :,,,) i hope u enjoy!!! (this has only been proofread once so plz excuse any mistakes!)

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you’ve never been a fan of pancakes. in fact, you had even won an online debate about how waffles are the better breakfast food back in middle school on some weird forum site. pancakes are just too starchy, too flimsy, and way too bland. you’d rather eat sand than willingly go out of your way to devour a plate of pancakes.

but as yeonjun hand feeds you a bite of the blueberry pancakes he made for your “friendiversary” (the friendship anniversary that you guys celebrate every year), you decide right then and there that you have become a pancake connoisseur—a devotee… a fanatic, if you will.

you hum in delight, clapping your hands in appreciation as you chew the slice of doughy goodness. yeonjun watches your reaction with hopeful eyes—those fox-like eyes, shining as the daylight from the kitchen window hits his irises, a chocolate brown ring hidden in the center. you think you can get lost in them forever: the way they bunch up when he smiles widely, the way his eyelashes frame them beautifully, the way they seem to display any and every emotion he feels. those captivating, enchanting eyes.

“does it taste okay?” yeonjun asks, his soft voice snapping you back into reality. you’re nodding quickly before you even realize it, giving him two thumbs up as you swallow the food.

“i didn’t know you were a pancake expert,” you joke, picking up your own fork to grab a strawberry off of your plate. yeonjun shakes his head with a faint smile, pushing around the food on his plate as he watches you eat.

“i just threw some things together. guess i’m just a natural, huh?” his voice is filled with feign cockiness and you find yourself giggling at the way he leans back in his seat with his arms behind his head like some 90s chick-flick jock.

he looks especially good today—you don’t know if it’s just the warm feelings surrounding your friendiversary, or if it’s the way the sun rays frame his figure, creating a halo effect around his body. he’s perfect in your eyes; his black hair falls beautifully around his face, and his cheeks are naturally flushed pink from the warm air of your shared apartment. his lips are glossy with some syrup residue and you wish for nothing more than to kiss it off of him, tasting the sweetness of his mouth as your hands find their way to his—

“—ift today, so i have to go in. i’m really sorry, y/n.”

you blink, tilting your head a bit as you rip your attention from his lips. “sorry, what did you say?”

yeonjun sighs with a small, apologetic smile, bouncing his fork in his hands. “there was no one who could cover my shift for our friendiversary, so i still have to work today.”

his voice is filled with so much guilt, and despite the deep disappointment you feel in your chest, you don’t want to make him feel any worse. he doesn’t deserve to feel that way. you guys have celebrated your friendiversary every single year for the past decade and a half. from visiting the aquarium in sixth grade, to go-karting in ninth, to climbing onto the rooftop of your apartment complex to stargaze last year; you guys have done it all. there’s nothing wrong with cutting one short, right?

“oh, that’s okay! i… i still have some cramming i need to do, so that’ll definitely keep me busy.” you wave your hand to dismiss him with a small smile before quickly spooning another strawberry into your mouth to cover up the falter of your lips. yeonjun’s shoulders untense with relief, nudging your foot under the table—the action is quick to summon butterflies in your stomach, a small warmth rising to your face from the short contact.

“i promise i’ll make it up to you, okay?” and any hint of dismay in your body dissipates with the lopsided smile he sends your way, too distracted by the fluttery stuttering of your heart and the way those eyes glimmer in the morning sunlight.

“i’m going to die.”

“you’re not going to die.”

“yes, i am. i’m going to die and it’ll be all your fault.”

taehyun deadpans you as you dramatically drape yourself across the library table, whining with your cheek pressed against the cool wood. today was supposed to be your friendiversary, and now here you are, face to face with your friend (and calculus tutor) in your stuffy campus library.

you mentally curse the current recession—yeonjun could’ve had the day off to cuddle and watch movies with you, but now he’s holed up in a dumb, understaffed clothing store.

on top of it all, calculus seems to always have the ability to literally melt your brain through your ears, feeling yourself growing more and more delirious with every number and formula you write down. there’s a reason why you’re an english major.

taehyun simply watches you throw your contained fit, his demeanor blank with the slightest hint of amusement—he’s definitely used to it by now. with one final huff, you lift your head up, grabbing your pencil with vigor as you straighten your back.

“okay, let’s do this.”

a tiny puff of laughter fills the space around you as taehyun’s lips quirk up at your immediate change of pace, his eyebrows raised with entertainment.

“you sure you don’t need another minute?” he teases you with a sly smile and you give him a tiny glare in return.

“not everyone is a mathematical nerd like you, kang,” you retort, but the words are light and airy—it’s easy to banter with taehyun. you’ve known him since your freshman year, meeting him by chance at this exact library during exam season. you approached him first—he had on a t-shirt of a band you like a little too much and with your extroverted nature, you cracked through his shell quickly.

you two would be complete opposites if it weren’t for the fact that you have so much in common with each other. he’s like the less talkative, “critically thinking”’version of you—he balances you out perfectly and you’re incredibly thankful to have a friend like him. he’s always open to listen to your rambling, help you out when you’re struggling in one of your classes, and provide silent company when you don’t want to be alone.

you’re especially grateful that he willingly offered to help you prepare for your upcoming exams, knowing how scatterbrained you get when it comes to studying—and by the time it hits 5 p.m, you’re officially burnt out, unable to intake any more explanations of radians and whatnot.

taehyun notices your attention drifting as you chew on the end of your pen, a tiny and fond smile falling onto his face.

“how about we call it a day?” taehyun asks as he closes his textbook. you immediately brighten up, nodding aggressively—taehyun quietly laughs at your enthusiasm.

“wanna get something to eat? i think i’m actually going to die after all of this now.” you motion to the mess of paper and notes in front of you, hearing taehyun hum in agreement. you pack up quickly as you randomly stuff your papers into their proper (see: random) folders, ready to get some food in your stomach as you tell taehyun about this new show you’ve started watching. he listens intently, nodding along to your breakdown of the plot—you speak way too fast for anything to be even the slightest bit comprehensible, but your eagerness makes up for any lost translations.

the air is warm on your skin when you exit the library, soaking up the heat as you fall into step with taehyun next to you. as brutal as finals season is on you, it does leave one positive in your mind—summer is coming.

you had planned a trip with yeonjun to your hometown for the first few weeks of summer—just the two of you with no distractions of work and assignments. alone. together. you were going to confess during this trip; you had promised yourself that you wouldn’t chicken out this time. you have liked yeonjun for years, ever since middle school, but you’ve been too afraid of losing him to actually tell him the truth about your feelings—but this is it. this will be the summer you tell him everything. you beam at the thought, already feeling giddy at just the idea.

“watcha thinking about?”

taehyun’s inquisitive voice enters your ears and you turn your head to look over at him. he’s already watching you, his big eyes focused on the goofy smile on your face. your neck heats up with embarrassment at the prospect of being caught daydreaming about your best friend, shaking your head.

“nothing, really. i just love when the sun’s out,” you speak, looking up to the clear sky as you silently applaud yourself for that on-the-spot excuse. you can still feel taehyun’s eyes on your face, but you brush it off as your phone rings in your hand.

you look down at the caller i.d., your heart jumping at the giant display of letters that spell out “junnie bug”. his contact photo takes up your entire screen and you’re sure taehyun sees it as well—it’s a selfie yeonjun took when he used one of your hello kitty headbands to wash his face, his lips puckered up in a kissy face with a v by his eyes, winking at the camera. god, he’s so cute.

quick to answer the phone, you press the device to your ear with a small smile on your lips, muttering out a quiet hello.

“hey, where are you right now?”

you scan the area, realizing you’re closing in on one of the campus restaurants, one you and yeonjun frequent weekly.

“i’m about to grab dinner. why?” the line is quiet for a beat as you hear some shuffling and jingling before yeonjun finally responds.

“i got off early! come eat with me. i brought your favorite~” yeonjun sing-songs through the speaker of your phone. you pout a bit, glancing up at taehyun whose hands are shoved in his pocket as he looks off into the distance, giving you privacy to speak.

“i’m actually with taehyun right now…”

yeonjun makes a small, whiny sound, quick to intervene. “but it’s our friendiversary! plus, i have something i’ve been waiting to tell you.”

your heart stops in your chest for a moment as the words reach your ears, feeling the world around you slow down.

yeonjun has something to tell you.

he has something he's been waiting to tell you.

you try not to overthink it, but you can’t stop the conclusion from jumping into your head.

he’s going to confess. he’s going to confess!

you bite back a small squeal as you gain your composure, your eyes flickering over to taehyun once again. he’s a few steps behind you and you already feel bad for what you’re about to do—but yeonjun has something to tell you and your best friend always comes first.

(especially when he’s going to confess to you!)

“okay, i’ll be there soon! love you, junnie.”

“love you too. see you in a bit.”

and then the line goes silent. you try to hide your wide grin as you turn on your heel towards taehyun who stops in his tracks, his head cocking to the side at your excited demeanor.

“hey, can we make a reign check? i’m really sorry,” you pout as you speak, but taehyun doesn’t seem fazed in the slightest, nodding his head.

“yea, that’s okay. seems like you have somewhere important to be.” the small smile he gives you seems a little forced, but you’re too blinded by the excitement pooling in your gut to linger on it. you make a small happy noise, reaching out to pat taehyun’s arm softly.

“i’ll pay for dinner next time—pinky promise.” you hold out your pinky and taehyun’s eyes follow your hand, smiling a bit at the action.

“what, are we twelve?” he teases and you huff, gently jabbing your pinky into his arm.

“pinky promises are the ultimate form of trust and commitment!” you declare with a self-assured nod. taehyun hesitates for a moment as he gives you an unreadable look before his warm pinky hooks onto yours, your thumbs pressing together in a silent seal.

“thank you, kind sir,” you say in a horrible british accent and the corners of taehyun’s eyes crinkle in that darling way they do when he smiles. “i’ll see you tomorrow. bye, bye!”

if taehyun watches your figure retreat until you’ve disappeared around the corner of the communications building, and a short while after you’re already gone—well, that’s for only him to know.

you’re nervous, you realize as you wipe your sweaty palms on your skirt, taking in a deep breath as you stand outside of your apartment. one would think you’d be prepared for this, considering how many sleepless nights you’ve tossed and turned imagining this exact moment. the exact moment when yeonjun tells you, to your face, that he has been in love with you for years—and you would confirm that you feel the same way, and all would be well and dandy and you’d finally be able to breathe.

but your breath gets caught in your lungs the moment you see yeonjun sitting on the couch with a movie paused on the screen, all of your favored dishes from your favorite takeout place laid out in an array on the glass coffee table in the middle of the living room. time moves in slow motion when his head turns towards you as you walk through the front door, those butterflies making their way back to your belly the moment his eyes lock onto yours.

he’s always so gorgeous—even after being on his feet for hours due to his long shift, he still manages to look positively effortless. his plush lips are slightly parted in a wide smile as he beckons you over, his hair bouncing on his forehead at the movement. he’s shining, the sunset casting a wonderful glow over the living room, making his pristine skin look even more angelic than it usually does.

you’re in love. you’re absolutely, absolutely enamored with the man in front of you.

it’s like a scene in a movie as you take a seat on the couch next to him, his arm coming to rest over your shoulders, pulling you into a tight side hug and… oh goodness, he smells so amazing. he’s had the same signature scent for years—a sweet grapefruit with hints of cedar and black currant. intoxicating, alluring. you subtly inhale as you bury your face in his shoulder, letting yourself bask in his warmth. his comfort.

you feel his body rumble with quiet laughter at the way you cling to him, his free hand coming up to pinch your cheek fondly.

“hello to you too,” he speaks and you pop your head up to smile at him.

“i missed you. i think i lost half of my sanity after that study session,” you mumble as you pull your knees up to your chest, pressing yourself closer to yeonjun’s side.

“wasn’t taehyun there to help, though?” yeonjun questions as he massages the back of your neck. you hum in response, your eyes slipping shut as your body relaxes.

“he’s the only reason i didn’t actually go insane,” you groan and yeonjun laughs a bit at your theatrics. “but enough of that. it’s friendiversary time!”

you try to ignore the anticipation bubbling in your chest as the night goes on. yeonjun seems to have pushed the “something” he’s been “waiting” to tell you to the back burner of his mind, laughing and joking around as per usual as some corny 2000s chick flick plays on the t.v. screen. you’re painfully aware though, your eyes glancing over at him during every bout of prolonged silence, trying to egg him on with subtle words—and by the time the movie finally ends, you think he’s forgotten completely.

but then he turns his body towards you, and if you weren’t already hyperfocused on his entire presence, you would’ve missed the way he takes a subtle deep breath, silently preparing himself for whatever he’s about to tell you. naturally, your body faces him as well, your hands in your lap as you dismiss the rapid pounding of your heart in your chest.

it’s finally happening.

yeonjun cracks a small smile to break the growing tension in the room and you swoon at the way his cheeks bunch up in that adorable way they do.

“soooo,” he starts and you can’t help but to smile a bit at his unusually awkward demeanor—choi yeonjun, you’re choi yeonjun, is actually nervous right now. something about it makes you feel a little fluttery; just the sight of his face reddening makes your stomach flip. he’s so cute.

“soooo…?” you echo, nudging his knee with yours. he chuckles a bit, one of his hands coming up to rub the back of his neck.

“remember how i said there’s something i’ve been waiting to tell you?” he speaks slowly as if he’s thinking of every word he says before they exit his mouth. you nod, trying to hide your growing grin. “so, um…”

this is it. this is it. your days of pining are finally over. you’ll be able to kiss, hug, and love yeonjun all you want, as loudly as you want. you’ll finally be his.

“i think i’m going to throw up from the suspense,” you blurt out and your words help to lighten the mood, yeonjun laughing again as his hand drops back down to his lap.

“i guess i’ll just say it then,” he inhales once before his next sentence tumbles off of his lips like an avalanche, destroying your world with every passing millisecond. you’re dunked underwater as your breath hitches in your throat, your hearing muffled as you watch yeonjun’s lips move, but none of it reaches your ears.

you can’t think. you don’t want to think. it’s all too sudden and you feel your hands tremble slightly in your lap as yeonjun’s eyes fill with adoration as he talks about the girl from his fashion department.

“we’re official. me and eunbin… we’re dating.”

he’s so happy as he lulls on about the exact moment everything happened; the way her eyes lit up, the way she jumped into his arms, the way she kissed him on the lips. how she’s so smart and mature. how she’s beautiful and confident and charming in every way. how she’s exactly what he needs at this point in his life.

how she isn’t you.

you have always kind of been aware of the fact that the girl had a crush on yeonjun. she’d always be by his side walking through campus, hanging off his arm like a koala, overly affectionate with skinship. but yeonjun was friendly too, and he’s touchy with all of his friends—it’s his love language. you’ve never thought too much of it seeing as yeonjun always returns home to you. cuddling you at night when you can’t sleep. cooking you breakfast and dinner almost every day. matching outfits with you. staying up late to talk with you.

you were just too stupid—too naive… too blinded by your own infatuation with the man to realize that his eyes weren’t set on you this entire time. you were just his comfort. his roommate. his best friend. and nothing more.

you aren’t sure if you’re still present in your body—it feels as if you’re watching the entire scene from afar, somewhere high up in the clouds. away from yeonjun. away from yourself.

you want to cry, already feeling a lump form in your throat as your waterline burns with tears, but yeonjun’s smile is the widest you’ve seen it be in a while, and those eyes… those same eyes you’ve found yourself getting lost in one too many times… they’re so big and bright tonight as he rambles on about this girl. this girl who is everything you’re not.

it feels as if your heart shrivels up and falls into your stomach right then, fighting to make a smile form on your trembling lips. you want to be joyful for your best friend—you really do—but it just hurts so, so much and you’re about to break at any second.

“i’m so happy for you, junnie,” you mumble out quietly, positive that if you speak any louder, your voice will crack and give it all away. yeonjun directs that endearing smile your way and you feel your heart break even more.

“thank you, y/n. you’re… you’re the first person i’ve told so i was a little nervous. thank you, really.” yeonjun lets out a sigh of relief as he pulls you into a hug. it should’ve been warm and cherished, filling you with nothing but precious feelings—but you can’t help that ice-cold feeling that washes over you as you inhale his citrusy cologne, patting his back with a shaky hand. when he pulls away, he has this little dazed smile on his face—he’s definitely thinking about her—and your gut churns with the ickiest feeling you’ve ever felt.

“you know it’s hard for me to open up to people,” he continues, and you aren’t sure how much longer you can sit here while holding in your tears. “but with her, it’s just like… it’s so natural and easy. she reminds me of you, actually. she always understands me in the way that you do.”

no, she doesn’t.��

“i’m glad,” you mutter out and he doesn’t even process your short response, too busy lost in thought as he smiles down at his lap.

you can’t. you can’t.

“‘m gonna go to the bathroom,” you speak, standing before he even acknowledges your words. your tears are already falling down your cheeks as soon as you turn your back to him, your legs moving quicker than the speed of light as you shut the bathroom door behind you, letting it all rush out.

you muffle your quick breathing with the sleeve of your sweater so yeonjun can’t hear—you don’t want to ruin this moment for him. he’s still your best friend, and he deserves all of the happiness in the world. but you’re selfish and your heart hurts a little too much; all of those years of pining and chasing…

this truly sucks.

you don’t know how long you sit in there, but it must’ve been long enough for yeonjun to become worried seeing as a knock soon sounds from the door.

“y/n, you okay?”

you quickly pat your cheeks dry with your palm, nodding your head before remembering he can’t see you from the other side of the wall.

“yeah, ‘m just getting ready for bed!” you call out, cringing slightly at your hoarse voice. hearing an affirmative hum from yeonjun in the hallway, you turn on the sink to wash the tear tracks from your face.

now this is definitely a friendiversary to remember.

taehyun has always had a knack for being incredibly perceptive—you like to call it his “kitty senses”, the way his nose twitches cutely when he spots something in the distance, or the way he perks up when he hears something interesting. he always seems to be aware of the space and those around him, noticing the little things, and paying close attention to detail. maybe that’s the reason why he blinks so little; he’s always keeping an eye out for the minuscule things people usually overlook.

so when your laugh isn’t quite as full as it usually is, and your smile doesn’t fully reach your eyes, and your fingers keep fidgeting with the zipper of your jacket—taehyun knows something is up.

it’s not like you’re not trying to hide it. you had made sure to put on extra concealer that morning to hide your sleepy eyes from your lack of sleep, which is useless because already sure you’ll be crying it off by the end of the day. you try to joke around with taehyun as usual, but you can’t seem to stop your mind from drifting.

it hurts—it hurts so bad, and as much as you wish to just accept reality and move on, some part of you still wants to believe that this is all a dream. some horrible, horrible joke the universe decided to play on you. you just want it to all be over.

taehyun’s over at your place today. yeonjun has work until 6 and you really don’t think you can bring yourself to leave the dark, brooding coven that has become your bedroom, so you came up with a flimsy excuse of the library being too hot to study in today.

“let’s take a break,” taehyun’s voice sounds from your desk, successfully making you look up from where you’re laid stomach down on your bed. in all honesty, you’ve been repeatedly reading the same sentence for the past ten minutes, drawing the conclusion that you’re definitely not going to get anything done today.

you sigh with a small nod, moving to sit crisscross as you shut your laptop, feeling your shoulders slump. taehyun’s watching you—you can feel his eyes follow your movement as you move your laptop to your bedside table, your lips adorning a permanent frown.

you don’t even bother to check your phone as you flop backward onto your bed; it’s not yeonjun’s fault that you feel this way—you know that. he’s not responsible for the way your stomach swoops when he smiles, or the way your skin tingles when his hand lingers on your face for a little too long. it’s your fault for jumping to conclusions, for seeing everything through rose-tinted glasses.

it’s your fault for falling for him so hard.

and here comes that feeling again; that lump in your throat, the churning of your insides, the sting behind your eyes. too caught up in your own thoughts, you don’t process the dip in your bed as taehyun takes a seat next to you.

“are you alright?”

his voice is oh so soft as you turn your head to look at him—those big eyes scan over your body as he tries to read what’s wrong, seeing his kitty senses working a thousand miles a second. you catch the way his fingers twitch as if he wants to touch you, but his body is stiff with uncertainty.

you almost want to cry simply at the way he so obviously cares, his brows knit together, eyes searching yours for an answer you aren’t giving him. he’s lovely, you render, as you scoot over to give him some space to slip in next to you as you curl up to his side. it’s nothing new; you’re used to sharing a bed with taehyun to get in quick power naps during cramming, or to scroll through your phones in silence, just enjoying each other’s company.

but something feels different this time as he wraps his arm around you, his fingers tickling your arm. your head rests on his shoulder while your index finger draws random patterns on his chest, his black t-shirt bunching and scrunching up with the movement. it’s quiet as he strokes your arm, the pads of his fingers making goosebumps rise to your sensitive skin. you don’t realize how bad you need this—the warmth of his body is so nice and you can already feel your walls coming down as you sniffle, a few tears escaping your eyes.

“‘m gonna get your shirt all wet,” you mumble, and taehyun just laughs a bit, resting his head on top of yours.

“i don’t mind,” he replies quietly and you immediately break, the dam collapsing as your tears soak into his shirt, accepting all of the untamed emotions running wild inside of your body. taehyun holds you silently and gently, his thumb brushing over your skin in an attempt at solace.

heartbreak is a weird, weird thing. it feels like you’re yearning for something that you know you’ll never have. craving the touch of someone you’ll never be able to hug and kiss and love in the way you want to. you don’t believe you’ve ever felt anything like this before.

so you let yourself cry, and cry, and cry as taehyun nuzzles his cheek into your hair—a silent reminder that he’s still right here next to you.

he doesn’t ask any questions, and in a way, you’re thankful for that. what would you even say? your bestfriend broke your heart even though you guys were never together in the first place? it sounds ridiculous in any way you can think of wording it, so you bask in the silence as you let everything out.

by the time your tears slow down, your fingers are clenching the front of taehyun’s shirt like a lifeline… and he lets you hold onto him for as long as you need. you don’t know what you have ever done to deserve a friend like him. always ready to catch you when you fall, giving reassurance when you need it, and always prepared to lend a helping hand.

you find yourself lifting your head to find taehyun’s eyes already on you, his hand slipping from your arm to your waist at your movement. his eyes are clouded with apprehension, and you’re sure you look an absolute mess right now with your swollen eyes and tear-stained skin. but there is something left unsaid in the air as your eyes trail down to his pink lips; his hand grips your waist a little tighter, his big eyes flickering quickly between yours.

his eyes are different than yeonjun’s—while yeonjun’s are filled with memories of home and familiarity, taehyun’s are present and swirling with unadulterated want. he wants to be here with you.

everything is muted save for your air conditioning, the quiet hum from the fan of taehyun’s laptop sitting on your desk, and the pounding of your heartbeat in your ears.

you shouldn’t do it. you know this is a bad, bad, bad idea. you’re still not over yeonjun—you’re not ready to move on yet. but that feeling of heartbreak and pure longing wraps around your brain and you just need something, someone to make it all pause. the feeling of taehyun’s hand on your waist is grounding as his thumb brushes over your your clothed skin, his dark brown irises still fixated on you, waiting. and waiting. and waiting.

your lips are on his before you can give anything another thought.

he kisses you as delicately as he holds you, giving you the lead, and allowing you to take whatever you want from him. his lips are incredibly soft—you taste his vanilla and peppermint chapstick on your tongue, getting lost in the slightly tingly sensation. your mind is hazy as your hand trails up from his chest to the side of his neck, feeling his pulse under the pads of your fingers, pressing closer to him to deepen the kiss.

his tongue swipes across your bottom lip in silent permission and you gladly give in, parting your lips for him. a quiet moan slips out as his free hand tugs your thigh over his waist, moving you to straddle him. his body is firm and sturdy underneath you, your hands falling to his shoulders as you steady yourself.

it should end here… it really should—but then taehyun tilts his head and takes your bottom lip in between his teeth and his hands are so heavy and pleasant on your waist and you’re reminded of citrus and home and…

he pulls away slowly, his chest rising and falling quickly as he stares up at your figure.

“y/n…”

his breathy voice quickly makes you come to your senses.

guilt overrides your body as you realize—you just took advantage of your friend’s kindness and company, all because of your own stupid feelings. a grave emotion washes over you as you shake your head, quickly moving off of his body as taehyun sits up.

because only then does it dawn on you that you were pretending taehyun’s lips were yeonjun’s.

“hey, hey, it’s okay—”

“no, i can’t—fuck, i’m so sorry, taehyun,” you spill out as you climb off of him, creating distance between the two of you, unable to meet his hurt eyes. you don’t want to cry again, but the stinging behind your eyes comes back in full force. the shame is too much; taehyun is so kind and you just—you used him for temporary validation. “you should… you should go.”

taehyun is silent and you see him nod in the peripheral of your vision, lingering for a second before he slips off of your bed. he’s quiet and quick as he collects his things, and your eyes only watch his figure once his back is turned toward you. you try to pretend you don’t notice the weighted gaze he gives you before leaving.

it’ll give you one less thing to cry about tonight.

you need another drink.

the slight buzz in your body is not enough to blur out the sight in front of you as you lean against the wall holding a plastic cup tightly in your hand. you’ve never really had a problem with pda—if couples want to show their admiration for each other in public, then so be it. it isn’t any of your business, truly.

but now, your stomach seems to lurch as you watch eunbin kiss up yeonjun’s neck, sitting prettily in his lap on the living room couch as yeonjun smiles that perfect smile at something she whispers in his ear. theoretically, you can simply look away, or walk away, even—but your feet stay planted where they are as your hands shake slightly.

you aren’t sure how long heartbreak is supposed to linger, or how long it should take before you stop thinking about how that could’ve been you… should’ve been you. jealousy is one hell of an emotion, and you try your absolute best to keep it at bay; yeonjun owes you nothing, but the spite eats away at you as you bring your nearly empty drink back up to your lips.

a body shuffles up next to you, but you don’t pay them any mind, your ears ringing with the pulse of the music reverberating through the walls. you’re definitely not drunk enough to enjoy the atmosphere, too hyperfocused on the way yeonjun’s head tips back in a hearty laugh as eunbin swats at his chest playfully.

“you look like you need some air.”

your head whips to the side at the words, coming face-to-face with taehyun, his eyes holding a type of intensity you’ve never seen before. a dejected laugh leaves your lips as you tilt your head back, nodding slightly in response.

“yeah, i probably do.”

taehyun’s hand is slipping into yours before you can even process his grip, tugging you towards the front door of the house. there aren’t too many people in the front yard—just a small group passing a blunt on the porch, someone in an intense argument on the phone, and a few people loitering by their cars.

you follow taehyun to the steps of the porch, taking a seat on the cement. it’s dark out, but the air is still slightly humid, making your skin feel sticky and warm. taehyun’s hand is still in yours as you scoot closer to him to allow some people to walk up the other half of the steps, your thigh pressing against his.

he’s silent as he looks ahead, and you can feel tension filling in the space around you both. it’s been a couple of weeks since you two have spoken—you’ve felt too guilty to face him after that kiss, but now you find yourself looking over at his figure. maybe the alcohol is working better than you thought.

his brows are slightly furrowed, one of his legs bouncing up and down incessantly. the low glow of the porch light illuminates him in a way that makes it impossible to look away, your eyes trailing from his cat-like eyes, to the slope of his nose, to his soft lips.

his soft lips.

you rip your eyes away from them. you aren’t going to make the same mistake twice.

“y/n, did i do something wrong?” taehyun questions quietly, his eyes finally landing on your face. there’s something cloudy and uncertain behind them, something that you can’t quite put a name to.

“no, taehyun, you didn’t—it’s not your fault. i’m just…” you sigh, your gaze focusing on the way his thumb brushes over the back of your hand. “there’s a lot on my mind right now.”

taehyun nods slowly, turning his head away from you again.

“is there anything i can do to help?”

he doesn’t mention the kiss. he doesn’t mention the way you’ve practically been avoiding his existence.

you don’t know if it’s your tipsy state, or if it’s the way his body heat radiates onto you or the way his eyes flicker back up to yours when you’re quiet for a second—but then you catch the way they travel down to your lips and you’re in the backseat of his car in the blink of an eye.

it’s warm, too warm, as you straddle his lap, your hands tangled into his hair as he kisses down your neck, hands on your hips to steady you. you don’t want to think anymore—you don’t want to hang onto something you’ll never have.

so you let taehyun distract you at this moment.

“you can use me however you’d like,” he breathes out heavily as your hands come to rest on his chest. “use me to get over him.”

your body stiffens as the words slip out of his mouth, meeting his eyes in the darkness of the car.

“how… how did you…?” your voice is breathless as you trail off, the corners of his lips quirking up into a sad smile.

“i’ve always noticed the way you look at him, y/n.”

your eyes are unfocused in the low light as you gaze at taehyun’s state, his pupils blown wide in the darkness of the car, only a side of his face lit up golden from the street lights outside. his lips are bright pink and bitten raw, his fading pink hair messy and falling onto his forehead in fluffy waves. he’s always been gorgeous, a fact you could never deny, but in this moment, he looks absolutely unreal.

sudden guilt fills your chest at the thought, shaking your head quickly.

“i can’t do that to you, taehyun,” you replied weakly. he’s shaking his head now, his big hand coming up to cup your cheek, thumb brushing your soft skin delicately.

“i want you to. i hate seeing you like this,” his hand drops down to cover one of yours, feeling his chest rise and fall under your palm. “i’ll do anything you want me to, y/n. you just have to say the words.”

his voice is low and faint, gazing at you with his pretty brown eyes. they flicker in between yours, trying to read the emotions on your face in the limited light. you nibble on your lip as you feel his rapid heartbeat through his shirt, your mind scattered and dizzy.

“please. let me help you.”

a hot flash courses through your body at the pure desperation in his voice—and something in you snaps at that exact moment, your lips crashing onto his vanilla and peppermint ones. the kiss is messy and feverish as your hands run up and down his torso, teeth clashing with the vehemence of it all. you feel his hands drop to your hips, holding you down onto him as his tongue explores your mouth, running across your teeth, swiping across your lips. he tastes like cheap liquor, and you’re sure you do too, but it doesn’t matter at this moment.

you press down on him, your hands running over his toned stomach, up to his pecs, over his shoulders; anything you can reach. you shut your mind off, not letting yourself focus on anything other than taehyun taehyun taehyun taehyun.

he’s moving you, you realize as your back presses against the cool leather of his back seat. he doesn’t break the kiss once as he hovers over you, hiking your skirt up to run his hand up your leg, running his nails over the sensitive skin of your thigh. you allow your legs to fall open so he can comfortably slot himself in between them, feeling his bulge press against your pulsing core just right.

a faint gasp leaves your lips as he grinds against your clothed cunt, already feeling yourself leaking through the thin fabric. one of your legs wraps around him to pull him even closer to you, drowning out all of your senses with the scent of his cologne, his hair tickling your cheek as he kisses down your neck. his hand leaves your thigh to slip under your top before his fingers dance over your stomach, brushing over your bra—admiring every inch of you as you arch up into his touch.

“tell me what you want, baby,” he pants against your neck, nipping the flesh there. you stifle a moan as his fingers brush over the wet spot on your panties. “come on, use your words.”

“i want… fuck—i want your fingers in me.”

he’s quick to obey, pushing your panties to the side to rub his middle finger up and down your dripping slit, a low groan leaving his lips as your hand finds its way to his hair, tugging at the pink strands to hurry him up.

you moan softly as he slips his first finger in, curling it upwards as he pumps in and out of your clenching hole. the car is filled with the sounds of your soaked cunt, his heavy pants, and your moans as he finger fucks you, slipping in another two easily with how wet you are. his fingers are incredibly long and slender, reaching parts of you that you’ve never been able to hit by yourself.

when his lips find yours again, it’s much slower, his fingers matching the restrained pace as he kisses you deeply, devouring all of your little noises. your hips buck up as his thumb rubs circles onto your swollen clit, your fingers tightening in his hair.

he seems to be in no rush as he takes you apart slowly, hitting that spot inside of you perfectly as you leak onto his seat, body shaking with pleasure. there’s a small smile resting on his lips when he pulls back to peer down at you, taking in the way your lips part and your brows furrow as he speeds up, pressing down on your clit just right.

you can’t control the noises leaving your lips as you grind onto his hand, chasing your high as he pumps into you. his actions don’t slow down when he moves up to capture your lips again, curling his fingers inside of you as his thumb rubs your clit. you grab his biceps, needing something to ground you as you feel your impending orgasm rushing upon you.

“taehyun—fuck, ‘m cumming…”

he swallows all of your moans as you tip over the edge, your back arching up into his hold as white fills your vision. you can hear the gentle praise leaving his lips through the ringing of your ears, your body left feeling fuzzy and warm as his fingers slow before gradually pulling out of your sensitive hole.

“so good for me,” he mutters against your lips, his own traveling down your jaw. you feel dizzy as you catch your breath, leaning into his touch.

“i need you,” you mumble as he lifts his head to catch your gaze. he looks completely enamored, his big eyes glossy, reflecting the light from the street lamps outside. “i need you in me. fuck me, taehyun.”

he smiles before sitting back to undo his pants. “anything you want, baby.”

it’s all a blur as he’s back on top of you again, his length hard and throbbing against his stomach as he captures your lips again. his hands roam every piece of your skin he can touch, sucking marks onto your collarbone. claiming you.

you reach down to grab his heavy dick in your hand, stroking him a few times. he sighs lowly in your ear, whispering praise and encouragement that just turns you on even more. it’s hard to be patient when taehyun is bucking up into your hand, your mind clouding up by his hot tongue trailing over your skin. he seems to sense your urgency, placing one last kiss on your lips before lining up with your entrance.

“i’ve got you,” he whispers as if his voice was only made for you to hear. you nod quickly, wrapping your arms around his neck as he presses his forehead against yours. the heat radiating from his body manages to make your clothed, scorching skin even warmer, moaning out softly once you feel him push into you. his eyes flutter shut as you clench around him. “fuck—you feel so good.”

you bite your lip to keep quiet as he slowly thrusts into you, wrapping your other leg around his waist as if it would bring you impossibly closer to him. your fingers tangle gently in his hair, tugging slightly in a way that drives him absolutely crazy.

soft grunts leave his lips once he speeds up, the sound of skin on skin drowning out the muffled music in the distance. your eyes are half-lidded as you strain to keep them open, wanting to watch the way his jaw clenches and his brows furrow. it’s all too much as you take in the fluttery tickles of his lips on your cheek and jaw, the way he stretches you out with his thick cock, the way his hands tightly grip onto your waist as if you could disappear at any moment.

every thrust into your heat makes your stomach flip with pleasure, getting lost in the feeling of his hips snapping against yours perfectly. he kisses you once more before he leans back, hands slipping down your hips to fuck you even harder, the car rocking with his strokes. you can’t control your sounds anymore, getting closer and closer to the edge with every move. you can tell he’s getting close too by the way his rhythm falters — his grip on you is tight, and you know there would be marks to cover up by the morning.

“‘m so close,” you squeak out as he intertwines one of your hands, his other forearm resting by your head to lean down to kiss your lips again.

“me too, baby,” he speaks against your lips, his hips stuttering. “you’re so perfect, y/n, fuck.”

you can already feel your high crashing upon you with one last stroke, your own whimpers falling deaf to your ears as his words tip you over the edge. your body buzzes with electricity as you clench around him, feeling him pump his thick ropes of cum into you at the action, his moans high and breathy in your ear as you cum together.

it takes you a second to come back to your surroundings, blinking your eyes open to see taehyun watching you, silently stroking your hair. he’s still nestled inside of you, but you don’t really mind. he leans down to capture your lips again—it’s passionate and unrushed as he tries to convey every single emotion he’s feeling, his hands coming up to cradle your face.

you can’t think of anything other than the way your heart flutters as he breaks the kiss to rest his forehead against yours, his breathing still uneven as his eyes open to gaze into yours.

“thank you,” you whisper, your stomach swooping as he smiles, that dimple on his right cheek peeking out in the darkness.

“don’t thank me,” and his voice is dripping with so much sincerity, you find yourself unable to look away from his eyes, your hand coming up to rest on top of his. with a small giggle, you glance down at your intertwined bodies.

“i think we should clean up,” you speak light-heartedly as your nose brushes taehyun’s, and he lets out a small puff of laughter, nodding in agreement.

you don’t know what any of this means anymore—how your heart flutters at the way taehyun gently cleans you up before pulling you back in his lap to kiss you silly, how he drives you home, walking you up to your door with your fingers interlaced with his. how you linger for a moment, not wanting to leave his side so soon even though you can barely keep your eyes open long enough to unlock the front door.

but all you know is that yeonjun doesn’t cross your mind again for the rest of the night.

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metalcowgirl · 5 months

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☆ 𝐂𝐀𝐌𝐆𝐈𝐑𝐋 ☆

listen while you read

written 4 @bubbledtee !! i saw your concept and HAD to write about it

warnings: smut, age gaps, adult film, reader is female, degradation, manhandling

word count: 1,598

james was popular in the adult film industry. everyone always talked about how respectful he was to his co-stars and that he would always do his best to make sure you were comfortable.

he was also rumored to make girls squirt with just his mouth alone. you were an amateur, scoring this job as sex was something you valued and considered yourself good at. you also thought doing adult film would help your confidence so you decided to give it a shot.

it was the first day you were meeting james, your partner for this scene. the fellow girls practically stared a hole through you as you walked through those doors, muttering and murmuring about what james would think of you.

it was a teacher / student scene and james had to fuck you in ways you’ve never been before. he had to be super rough with you so he decided to sit and talk to you to make you comfortable beforehand.

you saw the silver fox sitting on the sofa in the main room in the house you were shooting in. he was taking a drag from his cigar. he looked up and saw you, giving a bright smile,

“y/n, right? i’m james, pleasure to meet you”

he held out his hand and you gladly shook it. he was definitely super attractive for a guy his age, older guys had always been your sort of thing, and this was just adding fuel to the fire.

“yeah.. i’m super nervous about this..” you nervously chuckled.

“that’s understandable but i assure you, if you want me to stop at any point you have my word. promise” he gave a sweet smile.

you two talked for a few hours before you had to shoot your scene. you had already gotten so comfortable with him, and maybe even got a little flustered from his flirtatious comments about what a beautiful young woman you were.

you went to change into what the producers/directors had given you. the casual skirt, thong and polo you usually saw in these types of pornos. you did your makeup and touched it up in the living room mirror. you noticed james in the reflection and couldn’t help but stare at him in that suit. it hugged his body just right, the shirt rolled up, showing his many tattoos and buff arms.

you gulped nervously, flustered again as james complimented you once more.

“5 minutes!” the cameraman yelled.

you nervously took a deep breath, james taking notice, “remember what i said, tap me three times for me to stop doing whatever i’m doing, darlin.” you nodded in agreement, understanding him.

the scene began, and you two started off with the casual and cheesy “raise my grades” scenario. james grabbed you by the hips and started to kiss you, trailing down your neck kissing and sucking. you lightly moaned and whimpered at the sensation of his teeth against the skin of your neck. he suckled until he left hickies all over. the camera man moved to an angle so he could capture the both of you.

james shoved you on the desk and slowly removed your panties with his teeth while on his knees. you bit your lip, staring down at the silver fox. you wanted nothing more than him to ravage you. ravage you on camera for the whole world to see. standing back up, he smacked you across your face,

“you’ve always wanted this huh? you’re a little slut, always dressin’ like this for your teacher to see. what a gross girl you are.”

he grabbed you by your face and told you to open wide, spitting in your mouth. he picked you up, putting you ontop his face whilst standing, eating you out. so thats how he stayed so buff at such an age.

tongue exploring your folds and your hard clit, you threw your head back in pleasure. legs already shaking from how sensitive you were, now you knew the rumors were true. this man ate you out like he was starved. the flicks of his tongue made you whimper.

animalistic growls emerging from the back of his throat, he swirled his tongue around your clit. you felt the knot begin to form in your lower half and with that, released all over his face. you began to squirt. it got all in his mouth but he didn’t care. he lapped it up like a dog. he was thirsty for you, like he needed you his entire life.

he lifted you from his face, slamming you back down on the desk as he roughly put fingers to your clit, rubbing quickly, overstimulating you. your eyes widened and quickly rolled back, never feeling a sensation like this before. he was so rough but knew how to make it feel good. he gave your cunt a slap, sending a jolt through your body. you whimpered, earning a chuckle from him.

“get on your knees…”

he groaned as he stroked his cock slowly. you abided, getting on your knees looking up at him with longing.

“open that pretty mouth..”

he chuckled as you did so, slowly pushing himself into your mouth

. “i’m gonna fuck this pretty face” he grunted, make this makeup run..”

you gagged in response, putting a hand to your pussy fingering yourself as he began to thrust into your mouth. he grabbed your head, holding it, thrusting in your mouth sloppily. the groans that came out of him were loud and deep. “rub that pussy for me, darlin” he thrusted a few more times before pulling out. he didn’t want to cum in your mouth—it had to be inside of you.

you got up off of your knees, getting shoved against the desk once again. he bent down to your height, whispering in your ear, “you want me to wreck this pretty little pussy, yeah?” he slowly rubbed at the spot he earlier hit, teasing your folds with his fingertips. you quickly nodded, whimpering a small “yes.”

he roughly spread your legs, his calloused hands rubbing and running against your thighs sending a shiver down your spine. his hot breath hitching against your neck as he kissed down to your chest, grabbing one of your breasts and squeezing it. he rubbed the tip of his cock against your folds, slapping it on your clit a few times.

you whimpered slightly earning a chuckle out of him. he slowly pushed himself into you. the adjusting to his size caused you to gasp, biting on your lip as you looked up to him with tears forming in your eyes. your makeup was already messed up from him fucking your face. once you confirmed with a smile that you adjusted to him, he wrapped a calloused hand around your throat and began squeezing as he pounded into your cunt.

you could barely breathe from the feeling of ecstasy at this point. you needed more of him. you looked up at him with teary eyes, begging him to go harder. he smirked down at you, rubbing your clit with his thumb as he quickened his pace.

he was balls deep inside of you at this point and you enjoyed every minute of it. you could not wrap your head around how good it felt—he was the most skillful, experienced man you had ever been with. you hoped to have scenes with him in the future. no one has ever made you feel this good.

your thoughts were interrupted by a slap across the face which made you giggle. you were practically a braindead slut at this point, the only thing being on your mind—his cock. his breathing got heavier and more intense.

“gonna cum in this pretty pussy…you want this old man to cum inside you baby?”

he chuckled as you whimpered in response and nodding your head. his thrusts got sloppy as he tightened his grip on your throat again. your eyes filled with tears once again. he bent down to your ear, whispering into it,

“you’re the prettiest girl i’ve ever fucked…papa’s gonna fill you up nice and full”

your cheeks flushed pink, eyes rolling back just from his words. what he said made your cunt twitch and you loved every minute of it. you wanted nothing more than to see what it was like for him to cum inside of you. with a few more sloppy thrusts, he spilled inside of you. his cum felt warm, and this moment felt so right. cum spilling out of you and down your thighs, he placed a kiss on your lips.

the cameras cut. james held you for a few minutes, whispering sweet nothings to you before you got yourselves washed up and showered. he stopped you on your way to your dressing room

“hope i wasnt too rough back there, you did damn good for your first time… never came that much before” he chuckled.

his words once again flustered you, “oh really?”

he nodded in response, his hands in the pockets of his jeans, “i meant what i said to you by the way..you really are the prettiest woman i ever fucked..”

“and you’re the most handsome man i ever fucked..” you both chuckled, just staring in eachothers eyes for a moment.

there was so much tension between the two of you. that was something you couldn’t ignore.

you two kissed then and there. he held you close, wrapping arms around you. that moment could last forever. he was such a gentle person outside of sex and you only hoped to have him to yourself.

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darlink-xoxo · 1 year

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MEMORIZED BY YOU!ੈ̊♡

in which, a boy thinks he's in need of medical attention

but he's really just in love..

GIF isnt mine

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just shoto being blissfully unaware of how whipped he is 💕

Warnings: Oblivious Shoto, Shoto in Denial, Puppy Love 🫶.. spelling mistakes

❥ · ﾟ₊ he blinked when a hand waved itself in front of his face. glancing at his surroundings, shoto's brows lightly scrunched together as he tried to remember where he was. oh right, he was in the middle of eating lunch in the cafeteria. turning to look at who waved in his face, he was greeted by his friends looking at him with smug faces.

".. hello?"

"sorry to interrupt you todoroki, but you were spaced out for a few minutes now." izuku spoke with a small smile.

ochako leaned over towards tsu and whispered something, before both started giggling with fox grins. shoto blinked, confusion clear on his face, he looked towards tenya who cleared his throat.

the engine quirk user pointed behind him to a table over with a sly smile on his face. shoto's head tilted as he looked over, his breath seemed to leave him as his eyes landed on a particular someone..

their name was y/n, one of the top students of class 1b. his surroundings left his mind once more, his vision turned tunneled, and it narrowed in on them. just how much time had passed? he couldn't say.

it was like they managed to stop his world from spinning, they kept him grounded, while also making him throw away any rationality he might've had. he felt lightheaded, did he have heartburn? or was he drunk..

wait shoto doesnt even drink

you were happily chatting with your classmates kinoko and tokage. although, it was more like kinoko was listening, while you and the dark green haired girl chatted away. you both knew that kinoko was the shy type, so you didnt forget to include her in your conversations.

as you sipped your drink, you glanced to your side to see tokage whisper something to the mushroom quirk user. it was then that kinoko covered her mouth to hide her giggles, her shoulders shaking with laughter and tokage let out loud laughs.

you flashed them a confused smile as you asked them what was up. they did nothing but laugh harder, before eventually calming down and pointing forward at the next table a couple feet away in front of you guys.

you tilted your head as you turned to face the direction where they pointed at, before being stunned when you made eye contact with a certain ice and fire user. although he seemed to snap out of whatever spell he was under, his face held a similar look of shock as yours.

you quickly glanced around you in case he was looking at someone else instead, when you found no one else you sent a confused wave in his direction. smiling at him before going back to eating your lunch

shoto responded with a wave of his own, although still stuck in a daze, he felt the corners of his lips quirk up. did.. did his quirk suddenly activate? last he remembered y/n didnt have the ability to activate someone else's quirk.. so why did he feel so warm..?

izuku lightly laughed at his love dazed classmate. how could one of class 1a's top students, be so unaware of how spell bound he looked?

"hey.. midoriya.."

"oh! yeah todoroki?"

"am.. am i sick? i feel warm all over, and i think i'm experiencing a heart attack."

the green haired male blanked as shoto was finally able to turn away from his attention capturer, "midoriya.. am i dying??"

.. eh?

"i'm serious, my mind is going blank, i think i'm experiencing cardiac arrest. i couldn't even breathe, and i zone out every time i look at them. i cant even speak.. it's like i've been brainwashed."

"pff," izuku was fighting for his life to keep his laughter in, but ultimately he failed when he heard how the rest of the table burst with laughter. ochako and tsu clutched at each other as they wheezed with giggles, while tenya repeatedly slapped at the table.

"OH MY GOSH TODOROKI!! 'AM I DYING??' HAHSHAHH THAT'S HILARIOUS!"

"wh- but i mean it! i'm not even sure recovery girl will be able to help with my situation!"

"PFFF BWAHAHAHA!! RECOVERY GIRL DEFINITELY ISNT GONNA HELP THAHAHAHAT!!"

"guys i think i might be allergic to y/n 😨"

"NO WAY AHAHAHA!!!"

you looked over at 1a's table, your eyes narrowing in on a dual quirk user. you sighed happily, finding the escapade that you were watching from afar to be funny.

kinoko nudged tokage's shoulder, and both girls turned to look at you before lightly giggling behind their hands, taking a breath to recollect themselves, kinoko reached over and prepared to wave her hand in your face.

"sorry to interrupt you y/n, but you've been zoned out for a while now." they laughed.

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jobean12-blog · 6 months

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Bat, Please!

Pairing: Eddie Munson x reader

Word Count: 1,992

Summary: You want something and Eddie does it best to make it happen!

Author's Note: I couldn't have a proper Kinktober celebration without adding some Eddie and although this is mostly soft and fun I just love him so! Thank you bunches to @blackwidownat2814 my lovely Nat for sharing some super fun Eddie coded tik toks that always help to inspire. Thank you all so much for reading! Much love always! ❤️❤️❤️Divider by the lovely @wannabehamlet thank you sweets! 🥰

Warnings: cute and fun fluff, softness, some sp-ic-y fun

Eddie Munson Masterlist

Kinktober 2023 Masterlist

“Eddie?”

You continue to comb your fingers through his curls, separating them and fixing them as you go.

“Hm?” he answers sleepily.

“I want to get a bat.”

As you wait for his response you warm some product between your hands.

“Well?” you ask when he doesn’t say anything.

Just when you reach for his curls again he turns his head and looks at you with big brown eyes.

“A bat?” he asks. “Like a fuzzy bat or a baseball bat…cause these are two very different things. I’m sure Steve has a bat we can use but a fuzzy flying bat is a whole….”

He trails off and makes wild gestures with his hands, flapping them this way and that and making weird bat sounds.

“One of those,” you giggle and then turn his head back around so you can smooth the product into his hair.

“A bat,” he repeats.

“Yeah. A fuzzy, flying, fruit eating, hanging upside down cute as hell bat.”

After his hair is properly styled for his show tonight he leaps to his feet and leans over you as you sit on the edge of the bed.

“Where are we getting this bat?” he asks.

You shrug and slide backwards to give him room. He sits cross legged in front of you and stares.

“Look,” you start and grab the book lying on the bed.

“What is that?”

“A book,” you deadpan.

He narrows his eyes and tilts his head.

You smile and roll your eyes. “I got it at the library yesterday. LOOK HOW CUTE!”

You flip open to a page with a picture of a flying fox bat and point, sticking it in his face.

“EDDIE LOOK!” you squeal again.

He looks from you to the picture and back to you.

“It’s SO CUTE!” he screeches.

“I KNOWWWWWW!”

You scoot closer to him and he uncrosses his legs, spreading them so you can sit between them. His arms wrap around your waist and he takes the book from your hands, laying it on your lap so he can flip through it.

“What kind is this?” he asks when you get to a picture of a large bat with a huge wing span.

“The giant golden-crowned flying fox,” you read. “the largest bat in the world with a wing span up to five feet!”

“Jesus Christ,” he says. “I think maybe the little guys are better.”

“IS THAT A YES!??!”

“Sweetheart,” he murmurs as his head dips to your neck. “We can’t really get a bat.”

His kiss momentarily distracts you but when his words sink in you turn in his arms and give him a sad look.

“Oh come on angel, don’t do that!” he whines. “I hate when you’re sad.”

“But, but…look.” Your words are quiet and soft as you hold up another picture of one of the smaller bats. A fruit bat eating a mango.

“Little fuckers really are adorable,” he muses. “But I’m pretty sure we don’t have those kind of bats here in Hawkins.”

“Maybe we can rescue one?”

He studies you for a moment, several emotions contorting his features as he clearly tries to think of a way to make this happen for you.

You sigh and slump into his body, leaning your head along his shoulder and taking one of his curls to twirl around your finger.

“I’ll dress up as a bat for Halloween,” he offers with a sweet smile.

Your eyes light up at the thought of it but you quickly remind him you already have your costumes ready.

“I’ll figure something out,” he promises.

You snuggle closer and nuzzle his neck. “Do you want me to do your eyeliner for tonight?”

“Sure sweetheart, thanks.”

“Ok, lemme just get changed first so I’m ready to go.”

He reluctantly releases you and falls flat on your bed, spreading out like a star fish.

After you’re changed you find him in the same position, eyes closed and his breathing steady with his curls spread out wildly on the pillow.

“Eddie?” you say softly as you sit on the bed.

He stirs and blinks open an eye.

“Hmm must have fallen asleep,” he mumbles as he starts to sit up.

He rubs his hand over his face and gives his cheek a soft slap to wake up and once he is fully present he looks you over, his eyes nearly bulging out of his head when he sees your outfit.

“Good heavens!” he squeaks when his eyes drop to your chest.

You snort laugh and give him a look.

“Are you for real right now?” you ask.

His eyes stay glued to your cleavage and he licks his lips. “Are you for real right now?”

“You don’t like my shirt?”

You run your fingers lightly across your collarbone and arch your back.

“Angel…come on, I mean…you can’t go out like that.”

He grabs one of his girls and starts to mindlessly chew on it, still staring.

“What does that mean?” you fire back.

“It means! My dick is already hard and I haven’t even touched you yet. You expect me to sing and play guitar while staring at those?!?!?!”

You smirk and climb into his lap, straddling his waist.

“Oh,” you breathe out when you feel him beneath you.

“Yeah,” he hums, lifting his fingers and wiggling them in anticipation.

He traces the swell of your breasts with his calloused fingertips. “Fuck,” he hisses.

“I have to do your liner,” you whisper.

“Ok.” He audibly swallows and tries to focus on your face.

You grab the pen. “Close your eyes.”

His gaze drops again and you give him a pointed look.

“Eddie,” you scold. “Close ‘em.”

He sighs dramatically and closes his eyes. You start to apply the liner but his hands start to wander, feeling around the air to make a grab.

“If you don’t behave I’m going to either poke your eye out or stab you with his eye liner pencil.”

He concedes with another intense huff and drops his hands to the bed, curling his fingers into the soft comforter.

After you line the bottom you check your work and give him a thumbs up.

“Hot,” you state.

Without warning he takes the liner from between your fingers and then grabs you, flipping you onto your back and settling his weight on top of you.

His lips hover just above yours as his fingertips dance along your stomach and his curls tickle your skin.

“We’re gonna be late Eddie.”

“But, but….but!”

With a rock of his hips he grazes his knuckles along your skin, his rings teasing every inch he touches.

“You need time to set up…”

Your eyes start to flutter closed.

“But…” he whispers against your lips.

“Look we both want things we can’t have right now,” you sigh as you press your hands to his chest.

“What?” he asks, clearly confused and still staring at your boobs.

“I want a bat and you want boobs.”

“Just your boobs.”

“Of course,” you acknowledge.

“And I kinda want a bat too,” he adds.

“I’ll throw your flannel on for now.”

“I didn’t say to do that,” he whines.

“Ok then I won’t but let’s go! We’re going to be late.”

You slide off the bed and grab your shoes, bending down to put them on. His muttered curses draw your attention and you catch him staring again.

Before you can respond he grabs his flannel and throws it in your direction. “Just put it on so I don’t have to go on stage with a boner.”

“Fine,” you say and blow him a kiss. “But I can’t promise I’ll leave it on the whole time.”

“Fine,” he shoots back. “And I can’t promise I won’t take you to the back room and fuck your brains out after the show.”

“Fine!”

“That was amazing!” you yell, still hyped up from Eddie and Corroded Coffin’s music.

“You know what’s amazing sweetheart,” Eddie murmurs as he drags you back stage. “You.”

“Eddie,” you giggle.

His lips on yours silence any other words and when he kicks the door of the back room shut and presses you against it you grab for his vest and start to tug it off his shoulders.

He pulls away and you chase his lips, whining out his name.

“Nuh uh angel,” he smirks.

He gathers your wrists between his fingers and slowly lifts your arms over your head, pressing your hands to the door.

“Eddie,” you gasp.

He runs his nose along the length of your neck, his lips ghosting over the shell of your ear when he whispers, “I’m going to worship you.”

By the time you get home the early morning sun is brightening the horizon in soft hues of pink and orange.

You and Eddie collapse into bed and fall asleep in a tangle of limbs and bare skin. It isn’t until you start to feel a slight chill that you shift and search for the blanket, only to find the other half of the bed empty.

“Eddie?” you mumble as you crack open an eye.

His leather jacket is missing from the floor and his keys aren’t on the dresser.

You search for a note, spotting a small, ripped piece of paper sitting under a die on his pillow.

“Ran out for a minute angel, be back soon. Stay in bed xoxo <3.”

With a smile you press the paper to your chest and curl back up, pulling the covers tightly around you.

“Hey sweetheart,” Eddie whispers, lightly shaking your shoulder.

You stir and whine out something incoherent but he catches his name and it makes him laugh.

“I have something for you…Sweetheart.”

He removes his shoes and takes off his jacket then slides into bed and starts to place soft kisses along your bare shoulder.

Your lips turn up in a smile and you whisper, “you’re back.”

“And I have a surprise for you!”

You lift your head and rest it on your elbow, blinking several times before focusing on Eddie and his excited smile.

“Ready???”

“YES EDDIE WHAT IS IT!” you squeal, now fully awake. “SHOW MEEEEEEEE!”

He keeps the surprise behind his back even as you grab at him and plead, until finally he kisses you.

Once you’re breathless and melting into the bed he stops and slowly reveals what he’s been hiding.

It’s small but not too small and black and soft and has sparkly wings and little fangs and big round eyes and It’s perfect.

“You got me a bat,” you say softly and take it from his hands. “He’s so ridiculously cute and perfect.”

You smush the stuffed bat to your chest and squeeze it hard before launching yourself at Eddie.

He catches you in his arms and lays you back down, curling you into his chest and covering you all with the blanket.

“I know he isn’t a real bat…”

“He’s just the cutest. Where did you find him?” you ask.

“I went to Starcourt this morning.”

You go still in his embrace and your eyes get wide.

“You went…to the mall?!?”

“Yeah…and it wasn’t that bad…I guess. I went. I saw. I conquered!”

He waggles his eyebrows and you let out a peel of laughter before your expression softens and you snuggle closer.

“You really are the best; you know that Eddie.”

“Anything to make you happy angel,” he coos. “What are you gonna name him?”

“Well my first thought was Eddie of course but then I thought…Dio?”

His eyes light up. “DIO!” he shouts, taking the bat and looking him over. “He looks like a Dio.”

“He does right?” you reflect. “What about Dio Edward Munson?”

“Edward huh?” he smirks.

“Yeah. He’s a distinguished bat,” you state proudly.

“Well, it’s official. Welcome to the family Dio Edward Munson.”

Eddie kisses the top of Dio’s head then slides his thumb across your cheek, pulling you in for a kiss of your own.

@buckysdollforlife @goldylions @hiddles-rose

#eddie munson x reader #eddie munson #eddie munson x you #eddie munson x female reader #eddie munson x y/n #eddie munson stranger things #eddie munson fanfiction #eddie munson imagine #eddie munson fanfic #joseph quinn #joseph quinn x reader #stranger things #kinktober 2023

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what are your thoughts on yuji and where do you think he ends up as a character in/after the current arc? i really wish we get more focus on him and his rs with kenjaku after this fight is over cause yuji has felt very underwhelming ever since mahito left him

I think your frustration at the lack of focus on Yuji is understandable anon, but I think Yuji being out of focus is sort of the point. I've always seen Yuji as a "Decoy Protagonist", because he's what the audience would expect the protagonist to be due to all of his typical shonen protagonist traits. Whereas, the real protagonist of the story is Megumi. In the story itself Kenjaku says something along the same lines, that Yuji eating Sukuna's finger was the initiating event of the story, but he's no longer the center of Kenjakiu's schemes. He's more of a trigger than a driver of the plot.

To me this is part of the appeal of Yuji himself. He's a well-intentioned kid who may be a heart of the friend group he's a part of, but he's never given any special treatment by the story. He doesn't have protagonist privilegeTM so-to-speak.

Usually the main character of the story because they're the central focus are given a lot of leeway to make mistakes. It's their story, the story is focused around their growth and development so it makes sense the world and character sin the story are going to center around them to an extent. They have plot armor because of course they do, there's no story without the main character. If they're losing a fight they'll get a convenient power up in time. If they're cornered one of their allies will show up to save them.

By doing away with a lot of the convenience that happens to a lot of main characters in Shonen manga, Yuji becomes a very atypical main character.

The story does not treat Yuji any different from the rest of its characters. Especially during and after Shibuya where Jujutsu Kaisen shifts to more of an ensemble piece than just following Yuji's story and development into a sorcerer.

Mahito lampshades this very fact in Shibuya. That Yuji up until this point viewed himself as the protagonist of a typical shonen jump exorcism manga. He assumes that things will work out because he's the good guy, here fighting evil curses and good always triumphs over evil or whatever the line is. However, Mahito points out that they're just members of opposite factions fighting in the streets of Shibuya. Mahito wants to usher in an age of curses and Yuji wants to kill curses for the sake of humans. Considering curses don't really follow human morality and rules it's not a good vs. evil conflict, it's ust both of them fighting for which side is going to dominate.

"You came to Shibuya with half-assed determination, didn't ya!? How naive, you stupid brat! This is war! Not a battle to fix what's wrong! But a clash of truths you and your fragile justice! You are me, Yuji Itdaori! I kill without a second thought... just like how you save people without a second thought! The instincts of a curse... against the so called dignity obtained by human reason! It's a battle to determine who will be left standing in 100 years!"

One of the biggest mistakes Yuji makes in Shibuya, letting Sukuna take control of his body leading to the massacre of thousands of people is I think a great example of the way the story treats Yuji differently. There are a lot of protaognists who have demon sides that occasionally go berserk. Often giving them a mid-fight power up when their own skill isn't enough to beat the enemy.

Naruto has the nine-tailed fox. Ichigo has Zangetsu his inner hollow / zanpakuto who occasionally tries to usurp control of his body and fight for him. In both cases however, there usually isn't any real consequences for the protagonist losing control. The worst time Naruto rampaged with the nine tails against Pain the village was already destroyed. When Ichigo loses control in the fight against Ulquiorra, he stabs Uryu but the wound heals and no one holds it against him.

Compare this to Itadori who has the deaths of thousands of people on his conscience because of his inability to control Sukuna and is then made an enemy of Jujutsu Society.

Yuji never benefits from plot conveience, in fact assuming things are going to go his way because the world will follow storybook logic is exactly what leads Yuji to making some major mistakes. There's always hard hitting conesequences to Yuji's actions because he's not special, he's just one character among many who are all fighting to survive in this world.

The one thing that gave him a claim to be the main character, being Sukuna's vessel even gets taken away from him. The whole premise of the story is that Yuji is supposed to consume all twenty of sukuna's fingers and then be executed in order to permanently seal him away.

Only for us to learn that the one thing we thought made Yuji special wasn't unique to Yuji. Megumi also had the potential to be a vessel to Sukuna. Sukuna never planned on staying in Yuji's body from almost the start of the manga he was hatching a long scheme to leave Yuji's body and take Megumi's instead.

The quest given to him by Gojo and Megumi. The thing that only he was capable of doing is gone and Yuji is left with nothing.

So what is Yuji's role in the story then, if he's not a main character? A friend of mine pointed this out recently and it helped me understand a lot about Yuji's character: he's sort of a mirror. The story describes Mahito who's set up as Yuji's foil this way as well.

Yuji is for the most part a normal kid (except for the part where he's a science fair project made by Kenjaku) who doesn't have any strong idea motivating him. Which is why it's very easy for him to adopt the motivations of the people surrounding him instead. He starts out repeating his grandfather's words of helping people. The more he interacts with people, the more his motivations become like theirs as well.

He starts out with the vague goal of helping people. When he is given the role of eating Sukuna's fingers he jumps at the chance because it gives him something that he can only do. Even if he dies at the end of his quest he'll die satisfied and on his own terms because he went out helping people. He realizes how poorly thought out his motivation is when confronting Megumi and starts admiring Megumi instead.

When he fails to stop Junpei's death, which is really failing at his goal to save people from "unnatural deaths" as Junpei is twisted into a horrid form by Mahito, Yuji becomes obsessed with killing Mahito instead. In a way he's reflecting Mahito here because violent mahito with no regards for life at all brings out the killer in Yuji. He almost shifts again away from just helping save people from unnatural deaths to becoming someone strong enough to exterminate Mahito.

Towards the end of shibuya, Yuji finally seems to reflect on the emptiness of his own goal. As someone devoid of a purpose he instead just takes whatever purpose someone else around him offers him. Once again playing his role as a mirror, Yuji himself as a character offers nothing but he is someone who reflects and contrasts the people around him.

Yuji doesn't need a purpose for himself, but by being a cog he's still a part of the grander scheme of things. Yuji himself says that he's insignificant but honestly I think it's the same symptom of before Yuji wanting to have a place in the world and a task given to him, but not wanting to contemplate what his own motivations are or what he wants. He wants these things to be given to him instead because he's a mirror, he reflects other people he doesn't not reflect upon himself.

Even thinking of himself as a cog fails because the one role he was given to play, to eat the rest of the fingers and die as Sukuna is now given to someone else because he no longer contains Sukuna in his body. I think Yuji's arc will continue however when he chooses to act selfishly for the first time.

By that I mean he can adopt Megumi's philosophy of "choosing to save people selfishly." Yuji is right now the only person interested in actually saving Megumi from Sukuna's possession and finding some way to do so, while everyone else sees him as a target to be defeated. Which is understandable because by utilitarian logic "the needs of the many outweight the needs of the few, or the needs of the one."

The choice to deliberately try to save Megumi and prioritize his life over the lives of thousands of people that might be killed if they don't put down Sukuna permanently and pioritize that is a selfish one.

However, there's already foreshadowing for Yuji making that choice. There's also a circular storytelling sort of logic to it. The story begins by Megumi making the selfish choice to spare Yuji's life even though he's dangerous to others because of Sukuna inside of him. Therefore Yuji making the same choice to save Megumi even though the less risky thing to do is just kill both Megumi and Sukuna together is Megumi's choice from the beginning of the series coming full circle.

It's also an answer to the question Megumi posed to him in their first contronation. "What if the person you save goes on to kill someone else?" Yuji acknowledging that possibility and going on to save Megumi anyway has a lot of weight to it.

The covers of the key animation books released so far also seem to foreshadow the ending fights of the series. We're already in the middle of a Gojo and Megumi confrontation which is the cover of Key Animation Vol. 2.

Considering both Yuji's own nature as a mirror and the way the story itself started with Yuji eating Sukuna's finger I think it makes far more sense for Yuji's last battle to be against Sukuna. Especially since Sukuna now considers Yuji as someone far beneath him even abandoning him as a vessel. The best battle for a character to function as a mirror is to fight their mirror image, and he already did the same with Mahito which was Yuji's most significant fight so far.

As for Kenjaku, we may get some revelations about Yuji's creation but honestly I don't think there's going to be any confrontation between the two of them. There's far more setup for a final confrontation between Kenjaku and Yuta. Number one, Kenjaku is in Yuta's body and that's always been Yuta's rival.

When Kenaku appears and seals Gojo he states he's not worried about Yuta because he doesn't have the potential to surpass Gojo.

Yuta also states his direct goal is to kill Kenjaku by himself so Gojo won't have to kill his best friend a second time.

That's pretty direct foreshadowing in favor of Yuta, and also I think fits with the theme of Yuji not really being the main character of the piece. Kenjaku is pretty much the main villain and the orchestrator behind the plot so him being taken out by another character pushes Yuji away from the center of things. Kenjaku himself even says that he's washed his hands of Yuji, Yuji's no longer the center of his schemes he's moved onto other things.

#jjk meta #yuji itadori #kenjaku #yuta okkotsu #ryomen sukuna

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getosuguruismyman · 8 months

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You teasing jjk men

Geto, gojo, nanami, itadori, Sukuna, Choso, megumi, Toji , and BONUS Toge

Geto

You’re affectionate in your own way. Yes you still do physically touch with him but you like using your words more. So when you did this he was extremely shocked.

You and Geto were sitting in the living room watching a movie together. It was nighttime and you guys got done eating a while ago. Your were lying on his chest while he rested his arm on your back. Nothing but two people who love each other so much cuddling and watching a movie. It was so quiet to the point y’all could hear the crickets nice and clearly. You felt like teasing him all of a sudden so you started sliding underneath the covers you guys were using, Geto raised an eyebrow at what you were doing.

you went all the way down the the hem of his shirt. You lifted up his shirt and started kissing his stomach, more so his abs. Geto couldn’t see anything but your head under the covers moving, he could feel what you were doing and he started blushing like hell. You started making your way up from his abs to his chest. You started leaving hickeys on his chest and you heard a low groan. Got him. He already felt good in just little time. You worked your way up to his neck leaving hickeys all over his neck. You then kissed him each second once in his neck once on his cheek and the his lips. You had a full blown make out session and he just couldn’t resist you. He grabbed your hips to hold you still and deepen the kiss. The moans were a mess and you guys were a blushing mess too, thank go it was dark.

you then stopped randomly and laid right back on his chest acting as if nothing just happened. Geto was in shocked on what just happened. “Wait that’s it?” “Yup” you closed your eyes and pretend like nothing steamy was about to happen “where did you learn to do that stuff? I thought you were more about wor-“ you kissed him on his lips once more “shush this is my favorite part of the movie” Geto just rolled his eyes playfully and kissed you on your cheek before going back to the position y’all were in.

Gojo

Gojo loves attention, but sometimes he can be a sucker for words too.

You and Gojo were out on a date. Y’all were at a restaurant that Satoru suggested. He’s been dying to go but your schedule was so busy. Satoru is just rambling on and on about who knows what. He was sitting right next to you. Not across. Right. Next. To. You.

You were kinda irritated. You liked your personal space and Satoru just didn’t care for that. He was just talking and talking and you were about to lose it. “What’s wrong? Do you not like it here? Am I talking too much?!” You fixed your facial expressions and looked happy “No no it’s none of those I’m just a bit tired is all.” Satoru frowned a little bit. But this sly fox knew a way to cheer you up.

You stopped paying attention to him and looked past the table y’all were sitting at just observing. You were just out of it until you felt a hand creep onto your thigh. You looked at Satoru a gave him a glare. You were trying to keep your voice down because people were close to you “What the hell are you doing you Satoru gojo?” Satoru had a big grin on his face “just trynna cheer my beautiful girlfriend up is all” you blushed a little bit. You were giving him a mean glare until he started moving his hand up your thigh even more. It was your most unluckiest and luckiest day. You were wearing a skirt.

Satoru’s hand was disappearing under your skirt and you actually didn’t like doing this type of stuff in public, your mistake was not telling Satoru that. You wanted him to stop but that won’t do much. He does have a weakness though. You grabbed his hand stopping it from sliding any further you leaned forward close to his ear. “Satoru have I ever told you how handsome you are~?” Satoru stopped immediately once he heard that.

You smiled feeling like you won a world championship or whatever. He started blushing “I-I uhm-“ “every time I look at those beautiful eyes of yours it just makes me get…what’s the right word…hmm oh wet~” you were blushing too because your not one that does dirty talking. Satoru on the other hand was a blushing mess. “Y/N I didn’t know y-you spoke like this” you finally made Satoru gojo the king of affection and flirting became a mess just after listening to you talk dirty.

You were going to go a little further. You grabbed his neck and yanked it down kissing his ears and licking his ears slightly. You grinned against his ear and whispered “you know there are some places we could….you know. Fuck~” Gojo was blushing so hard right now it changed his skin color. Gojo became hard. You grinned at him. “Satoru~”

Satoru was going to act impulsively until your waitress came back with your food. You backed away from Satoru and started talking to the waitress “thank you for the food.” “Your welcome. Enjoy” you slid Satoru’s food over to him smiling acting like you didn’t just talk dirty and tears him so bad.

“Satoru eat before your food gets cold” “I-I-….wha-“ you kissed him on the cheek to bring him back to reality. Satoru was back and he gave you a seductive look in matter of seconds. You started eating your food trying to ignore his stare. Satoru leaned close to your ear and whispered “just wait till we get home. I fuck you so hard you won’t be able to walk for months~” you choked on your food Satoru won that one. You’ll admit that much.

Nanami ~Smut~

Nanami was sick and omfg his voice was even deeper than before. It had you head over heels for him even more.

“can you grab me some water please” his voice was so raspy. It was so hot!! You were blushing a little bit because listening to his voice was already a drug to you and now him with a deeper raspier voice just made you high. “Mmhmm anything you want” you got up from your desk and went to the kitchen to get water. You ran back to your room to give him his water. “Thanks”

You don’t know if it’s possible but you just got a girl boner from listening to him talk. You just stood there breathing heavily and blushing like crazy you were trying to calm down you don’t want nanami to know you get horny from listening to his voice. Nanami was looking at you weirdly, he raised an eyebrow at you. “Are you ok?” You snapped back to reality and acted like you were about to have an organism from his voice. “Yea I’m fine! Just a little hot you know!” “Y/N….it’s 43 degrees in here….” “Whattttt is it? I-I…uhm” you started fiddling your fingers together nanami was still confused on what’s wrong with you right now. “Did you catch my cold?” “No no nothing like that it’s just…….YOUR VOICE IS DRIVING ME INSANE!!”

You were so embarrassed right now, you did NOT mean to say that out loud, you felt your soul fly away. Nanami on the other hand was staring blankly at you. “My voice is driving you insane? Is it annoying?” “What?! No! It’s actually the opposite…” it took nanami a second “wait do you find my ray voice nice or something?” He was grinning right now and that just took you over the moon.

it felt like his voice was vibrating your whole body. Imagine what it will be like if he was nose deep in your pussy….nanami cleared his throat to grab your attention he caught it alright. “I’m sorry you probably think I’m weird. It’s just your voice is so hot and I get horny and yea….” Nanami was smiling instead of grinning “your my wife why would I think your weird. Come here” you walked over to him and sat next to him on the bed. He started planting kisses all over your face. You felt happy and horny. Gosh you’re weird. he leaned over to your ear and started talking in your ear “if you liked my voice so much you should’ve just told me~” he nibbled on your ear and licked it. You felt so good right now. He just kept licking your ear and talking in it. You felt weak to your knees, you felt so good THERES no deny it but your pride is hurt a little. You took your self out of heaven and swooped under the sheets.

nanami was surprised by this “what’s wR-“ he felt something lick his dick. You were about to give him head?! Is what nanami thought. You started sucking on his tip. He was HUGE so you had to start slowly. One of nanami’s weaknesses are you giving him a blowjob. You started sucking deeper and faster. “Wait Y/N-!” You ignored the warning and kept sucking you started sucking faster. Nanami pushed your head down further, he was about to cum. “Oh fuck” you took your mouth off of his dick and wiped the saliva off your mouth.

you slid out from under the sheets and got out of bed. Nanami gave you the most confused look ever “what the hell I was about to cum?!” You giggled a bit “and how is that my problem~?” You left the room to clean yourself up. Nanami was so confused and annoyed on why you didn’t finish he was so close. No he has to jerk off to the thought of you. One point for Y/N zero points for Nanami.

Itadori

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Ik guys I’m back and this is actually going to be a short series. I’m going to try my very best to get this done faster. Please don’t rush me though I have a life too and I can’t take so much time out to do this so bear with me, ok? Thank you 😊 Itadori & sukuna soon!!!

#jujustsu kaisen x reader #jujutsu kaisen #jjk fanfic #jjk #jjk x reader #jujutsu sorcerer #jujutsu geto #jujutsu gojo #jjk choso #nanami kento #nanami kento x reader #gojo satoru x reader #geto suguru #geto x reader #toge inumaki #fluff #smut #jjk smut #nanami smut

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vibatu · 1 year

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Local fox guy out in the wild eating- uh, stealing everyone's hearts!

Proud to announce I would NOT survive in the Touchstarved world because the SECOND the game left me alone with this man he cutely sent me to the other side. What also nearly sent me to the other side was the making of this piece! Behold! The product of my blood, sweat, sanity, tears and the SCRAPS I had left of my patience! What started as a silly sketch back in December of last year spiralled down into, this. I went a little unhinged. I have also improved a lot since the last time I've done full on renders for my colored pieces. Anyways, all aside. I send ALL the love my heart can muster to the @redspringstudio team. From first hearing the announcements to waiting with a LOT of excitement as every character got revealed, to FINALLY getting to play the demo, it has all been amazing. You guys inspire me to put all my love and effort into what I do ❤️

#touchstarved game #touchstarved fanart #touchstarved vere #vere touchstarved #visual novel

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punk4ndisorderly · 10 months

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dreamboat

jack hughes x fictional character

intro | part2

part 1 - arrivals

"I thought you buffoons knew better than to wake me up before ten by now." Ava groaned, her head still burried in the soft pillow Ellen had bought especially for her, the linens engraved with an A in light blue.

Luke and Jack jumped up and down around her, careful not to step on her body while making the mattress squeak loudly, goofy smiles adorning their faces.

"There is no way you're sleeping in this year, Coop." the younger Hughes brother declared, dropping to his knees on the bed. "Oh mom's been holding out on us, these sheets smell so much better than ours!"

"Maybe yours just smell different because you sweat more than a whore in a church, Moosey." she smirks, turning so she was now on her back, looking up at the two siblings who had invaded her room.

"Hey! It's not my fault I run hot!" Luke whined, climbing down the bed. "Anyway, breakfast's ready. Quinn made pancakes. First come, first served, Coop." he announced, leaving her alone with his brother, still bouncing around like an overstimulated child.

"And what are you doing here?" Ava inquired, sitting up against the headboard as she pushed the sheets back, adjusting her pajama top so her full breasts wouldn't accidentally slip out in front of one of her oldest friends.

"Can't a guy just spend time with his favorite girl in the world?" he asked, his eyes briefly accompanying her hands.

"Megan Fox is here?"

Jack rolled his eyes dramatically, picking up the spare pillow and throwing it at her head.

"You never take anything seriously, do you?"

"When it comes to you? Of course I don't, Hughes." Ava chuckled, gracing him with one of her beautiful smiles. "Not when you're telling me I'm your favorite girl."

"Here we go again." the Devils' center groaned, landing beside his childhood friend with a thud, hiding his head under a pillow. "Have I ever lied to you, Coop?"

He hadn't. Not even when she wanted him to.

"Stop using your charm on me!"she skillfully changed the subject. "I've seen you eat boogers, remember? I'm immune."

He raised his head, his hair disheveled, sticking up in every other direction. Booger eater or not, he sure was beautiful.

"You didn't seem to mind when we made out in seventh grade!" Jack quipped triumphantly, moving so his head was on her lap, her smooth, large thighs providing him with the comfort he missed the most during the year, when they were on opposite sides of the country.

"We did not make out! It was a barely a peck! And you said we'd never talk about it again!" she whisper-yelled, covering his mouth with her hands.

"Hmm... I can be persuaded to take it to the grave." the Devils' player conceded, pointing towards his head.

Ava's hands immediately found his unruly head of hair, running her fingers through it, just like he loved her to.

"You're insufferable."

"Lucky for you, I don't know what that means." Jack joked, closing his eyes.

Laughter rumbled in her belly, inciting the same response from him.

"This was fun, but I seriously need to pee."

As if he had been stung by an insect, Jack jumped from his place in her warm lap, regretting it as soon as he did, missing her nimble fingers and her skin instantly.

His friend got up, stretching and giving him a glimpse of her soft stomach and wide hips. Her large thighs were barely covered by the flimsy shorts she was wearing, the shape of her absolutely perfect in his eyes. She moved to the en-suite bathroom, closing the door behind her.

"Are you going to stand there and listen to me pee, you creep?" Ava called out.

"Yeah, gonna record it and use it as white noise or something like that."

Her laughter echoed loudly from the other side of the door, bringing a smile to his lips.

"Go and save me some pancakes, Hughes!"

"On it, Cooper."

She spun around in front of the mirror. Her new bikini brought her a new wave of confidence, her breasts enhanced but carefully contained within the limits of the fabric covering them, the panties comfortable enough to allow her to move freely without risking showing more than she always worried she would. Not that the boys would ever even look. Or care.

There was a certain freedom in the friendzone. There was a comfort, a guarantee that the way they looked wasn't a part of the equation. No worrying about stomach rolls, or how her thighs looked bigger when she sat down, flattened against the surface, or the way her arms were wider than theirs. No angles to obsess over or long wraps to cover up. She could actually be at ease and enjoy herself in the presence of the three boys who had practically stumbled into her life many moons ago.

Pulling up her jean shorts and picking up the old cowboy hat Jack had won her during Fourth of July weekend, Ava left her tower, as Jim liked to call it, reuniting with her boys downstairs.

"Sit." Quinn demanded, placing a plate in front of her, besides Jack. "I want to be done with this before they get here."

"Who? Trevor and Cole won't wake up until noon, your mom won't let them have breakfast then, she won't make you feed Z." she chuckled, popping a raspberry into her mouth.

"Oh, some boys from the team are staying for a couple of days." Luke shrugged, sipping on his orange juice.

"Oh. Okay."

Too much testosterone.

"Don't worry, Coop. They're cool. Promise." the younger Hughes assured her.

On cue, the doorbell rung. Luke jumped from his seat, excited to have his friends over. Ava and Jack exchanged a look, bracing themselves for chaos.

Soon, the kitchen was crowded. They weren't many, but they sure were big. She was introduced to each and every one of them, with Luke making sure there were no flirty comments exchanged, as usual. Ava couldn't remember half of their names, but they seemed nice enough, and none of them had looked down on her or grimaced visibly when she stood up to greet them.

One of the boys, Mark, wrapped his arm around her shoulders, pulling her to his side.

"I heard great things about you, Cooper." he winked, letting her go after locking eyes with someone.

"I have heard nothing about you, Mark." Ava smiled, thankful for the reprieve. He was squeezing her a little bit too hard.

"We'll work on that." he laughed. "Hey Hughesy, where's Eddy?"

"He was supposed to drop by his house first, I guess. Should be here any minute." the tallest sibling explained. "Let me show you around."

The boys followed Luke into the house, the whispering growing more intense with the distance.

Jack was observing her attentively, like he so often did, his bottom lip between his thumb and his index finger.

"Do I have something on my face?" she asked, amused.

Quinn shoved him softly, chuckling to himself and heading back to the sink.

"Help me out here, dude."

"Why don't you ask Coop to do it?" his brother whined, turning just in time to catch the cloth Ava had thrown his way at the mention of her name.

"Last time I made Coop do the dishes mom didn't let me take the boat out for two days."

"Oof, fair point." Jack agreed. "How does it feel to be the favorite child?"

Ava stuck her tongue out at him. There was no arguing, she was Jim and Ellen's favorite child and she wasn't even theirs. Of course that's an easy achievement when the three they have at home are each a menace in their own right.

The doorbell echoed loudly again, and since neither Jack nor Quinn made any move to get it, the fourth Hughes assumed it was her turn.

She opened the door to find a very attractive young man with a shoulder bag. They stared at each other for what seemed like hours, before she was shoved aside by Luke.

"Eddy! You made it!"

#jack hughes #dreamboat #jack hughes x ava cooper #jack hughes x chubby!reader #jack hughes x you #jack hughes x y/n #dreamboat jack hughes #jack hughes x fictional character #jack hughes x reader #hockey #hockey boys #trevor zegras #cole caufield #luke hughes #jack hughes blurb #quinn hughes #ethan edwards #umich wolverines

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usuratongaychi · 10 days

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NARUTO HEADCANONS!!!

lol im finally making this post😭😭I’ll add and update things as i think of them.

ok Naruto first

- has definitely gotten sick from only eating instant ramen for a while.

- used to steal A LOT, he got pretty good at it and stopped caring abt it.

- has a lot more foxlike features than what is shown. his nails are probably sharper/stringer than most peoples, has a considerable amount of body hair, a high pitched laugh (like a fox’s call) and a high jump.

- i feel like hes very ADHD coded.

- one of those people that thinks everyone is bi, or at least a little gay. “wdym you dont wanna kiss your male friends??”

- would be one of those guys that argues about which rapper is the best..idk he just seems like the type.

Sasuke!!

- tbh i feel like he has a lot more mental effects from the uchiha massacre than is shown in the story. I can see him being thinner than naruto and sakura, just bc he’s always anxious.

- or having traps set up at his house, things like that.

- he probably sees things out of the corners of his eyes and jump a lot. (most of these im getting from when i had ptsd💀)

- he cuts his hair short to avoid looking any more like itachi than he already does.

- he’s probably one of those people who cant STAND processed food. he gets on naruto all the time about only eating junk food.

Sakura

- she was definitely really friendly as a kid. totally the type to invite quieter kids to play and stuff like that. she never wanted anyone else to be excluded.

- she was hinata’s first friend, since shes so quiet.

- she’s the type to buy everything in pink too.

idk i got nothin

Hinataaaaaaa

- definitely owns rabbits, maybe hamsters too. she would be such a good pet mom😭😭, esp because rodents are so finnicky and need quiet environments.

- has a mega sweet tooth.

- likes collecting things. charms, dried flowers, pretty rocks, stickers.

- definitely has an anxiety disorder, tho im sure they don’t have antidepressants in the ninja world💀

ok thats all i have the energy for now, updates later!!

#naruto #naruto headcanons #sns #narusasu

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bearr02 · 1 year

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Safe and Sound |Chapter Two|

Pairing: Hybrid!Ot7 x F!Reader

Chapter warnings: None :)

Summary: You have worked at a hybrid rehab and adoption center for years, enjoying being able to help people others only see as their animal side. You thought you might end up taking in one or two, what you didn’t expect however, was to take in 7.

Genre: fluff, angst, eventual smut, non-idol au, hybrid au, strangers to friends to lovers au,

Word count: 2.2k

Member’s hybrid types: Namjoon: Bear, Yoongi: Bobcat, Hoseok: Ferret, Jin: Wolf, Jimin: Red panda, Jungkook: Bunny, Taehyung: Marble fox

A/n: Second chapter! I hope you guys enjoy!

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The doctor looked over Jimin, most scratches weren’t too bad, only one or two which only had a mere bandaid put over. You bid your goodbye to Jimin once you were sure he’d be alright, heading back to Jin’s room.

You knocked, hearing some shuffling inside before the door opened to reveal a sleepy looking Seokjin. “Hi, I’m sorry I left so suddenly, we had a situation with a hybrid, but I could show you around now if you’d like? If not I’ll let you get back to your rest.” You say, smiling softly making him return your smile. “We could do it now, I was only getting a Power Nap.” He says as he opens the door a bit more, inviting you in with a gesture of his hand. “What happened with the hybrid? Are they okay?” He asks, brows furrowed as he looks at you. “Yeah, he seems fine..he had an interaction with hybrid control though.” You say, making Seokjin frown. “God why do they exist.” He says under his breath, yet you catch it. “Right! You guys are human too, I mean sure you can shape shift into animals and you have animal DNA but damn.”

You rant, missing Seokjin’s fond smile as he watches you go on about how much you’d wished HC wasn’t a thing. He’d never met a human like you, nor did he think he would again.

“I’m sorry, I shouldn’t have ranted to you like that.” You apologize when you realize what you had just done, bowing slightly making Seokjin laugh. “It’s fine. I’m glad you feel comfortable enough with me to rant. Makes me feel like some people don’t just see me as my animal side.” He says making you smile. “Ready?” You ask making him nod before following you out of the room.

You first bring him to the cafeteria, showing him where he’ll eat every meal unless he prefers it somewhere else.

The last place you showed him was the adoption area, you never liked it, but hybrids were seen as pets and couldn’t live on their own. You could see sadness in his features, knowing one day he’d have to be in this very room. “Well..I’ve showed you everything there is to see here, dinner starts in about an hour so till then you can do whatever you’d like.” You say, smiling softly at Seokjin making him return the smile.You part ways from each other, Seokjin going back to his room while you head for Jimin’s room.

You knocked lightly on the door, hearing shuffling from the inside before the door cracked slightly, Jimin looking through the crack in the door. “Hi.” You smile making him exhale in relief, “hi.” He returns, opening the door wider before going back to his bed. “Dinner’s in about an hour, where do you want to eat?” You ask making him stop and look at you, you can see nervousness in his eyes before he responds. “I uh..I don’t know.” He says, sitting down on his bed still looking at you. “I could bring it to your room?” You say making him nod, letting out a small sigh before smiling. “Thank you.” He says, you nodding before turning around to exit the room.

“Y-Y/n..?” He tentatively calls out making you stop and turn around. “What’s going to happen while I’m here..?” He asks, fiddling with his hands making you sigh. “It’s your choice, if you find it fitting you can go back out into the world, if not you’ll have to be adopted.” You say making Jimin frown before looking down. “What if I don’t want either..?” He asks, voice barely above a whisper. You sigh before you close the door, making your way to him. You crouch down in front of him, noticing a few tears well up into his eyes. “Can I ask why?” You say, noticing the uncertainty in his features. “Well for one, I don’t want to mess with hybrid control again, two, my last owners weren’t the best. The only one who ever loved me got rid of me because she couldn’t afford me.” He says, a few stray tears making their way down his cheeks. “Maybe you’ll find someone? I wish we could keep hybrids here, but we can’t. We need the rooms so we can keep helping others.” You say, sympathy noticeable in your voice.

Jimin nods before looking up at you, small but feigned smile on his face, “I understand.” He says before looking away. Before you can properly think about it, you lean up and pull him into your embrace. You feel him tense up beneath you, gently rubbing your hand up and down his back as you rest your chin on his head. He slowly wraps his arms around your middle, pulling himself closer to you and basking in your warmth.

You slowly part from him, Jimin reluctantly letting go, holding back a whine as you look at him. “You’ll be okay, I promise.” You say, smiling softly making him smile back. “Alright, it’s about time to eat, do you want to go ahead of time and grab it, or wait for me to get it for you?” You ask, making him think. “Could we grab it before? So I can see what’s there?” He asks making you nod, standing up fully and offering him your hand. He takes it into his, grasping on semi-tightly before standing up, following you out of the room.

You lead him toward the cafeteria, poking your head through a door making sure there weren’t too many people. When you only saw the chefs, you opened the door fully, walking in with Jimin.You felt him maneuver so he could stand behind you, clutching your hand tighter at the sight of people. You glance behind you at him, smiling softly at an attempt to reassure him before continuing toward the counter.

“Hi Y/n! What can we do for ya?” One of the chefs, Haneul asks. “Could I get some food? We got a new resident and he doesn’t seem too fond of a room filled with people.” You say, smiling softly making him smile back. “What’s his name?” He asks, moving to try and get a peek at Jimin. “Are you alright with him knowing your name?” You ask, turning to look at Jimin. He looks up at you, reluctantly peeking around your body and catching Haneul’s eyes. “J-Jimin.” Jimin says, moving around your body a bit to get a better glimpse of Haneul. “I’m Haneul, what would you like to have?” Haneul asks, smiling softly as Jimin thinks. “C-could I have Kimchi Jjigae?” He asks, moving to stand next to you, still grasping your hand tightly. Haneul’s eyes flick to your interlocked hands, and Jimin swore he saw a flicker of jealously in Haneuls eyes, yet he pushes it down when the man nods.

Haneul turns around, telling another cook what Jimin wants. Jimin then turns to you, gently pulling your hand making you look at him. He looks over at a table and tugs again, silently asking to go over there, you follow and head over there.

“Do they usually do whatever you ask for?” Jimin asks making you nod before shaking your head. “Kind of, they will do it if requested or for newer residents but besides that they appreciate if they don’t have to make a different dish.” You say, noticing how a wave of gilt wafts across Jimin’s features for a moment. “Hey no, they don’t mind, it’s oka-” you get interrupted when a familiar voice calls your name. “Y/n! Hi.” Seokjin says as he walks over to your table, you notice how Jimin tensed up slightly as the sight of the other hybrid. “Hey Seokjin.” You say softly as the man sits down, smiling at you.

Jimin feels a pang of jealousy, no it’s not jealousy, no way. He barely knows you, why would he admit he’s jealous of another hybrid you’re helping? No! I’m not jealous! He’s taken out of his thoughts by your soft voice calling him. “Jimin, this is Seokjin. He’s another new hybrid here.” You say, smiling softly at both men.

Jin then directs his attention to Jimin, smiling as he reaches out his hand for a handshake. Jimin reluctantly takes it, firmly shaking the other man’s hand before letting go.

Jimin watches as you fall into conversation with the other man, asking how his stay here is. He fiddles with his fingers under the table, lost in his thoughts until you suddenly got up, bidding goodbye to the man and offering Jimin your hand he hadn’t realized he’d let go of.

“Well, I’ll see you around. Let me know if you need anything, bye Seokjin.” You say, waving before looking at Jimin. “Come on, your food is done.” You say, keeping your hand extended in case he wants to take it.

Jimin reaches out and grabs it, getting off the chair and following you to the counter. He picks up the bowl, letting go of your hand to carefully handle it as you both make your way out of the cafeteria.

You both walk back to his room, you opening the door for him since his hands are full, yet as you’re about to leave he calls you.

“Wait Y/n..” he says softly making you turn around, confusedly staring at him but smiling nonetheless. “I—are you going to be like my caretaker?” He asks, staring at you, unreadable expression as he nervously waits for your answer. “If you want me to be, but I’m mostly just one of the workers here to help you.” You say, smiling softly as his question. “But what if I don’t want another worker? You’re the only nice person I’ve encountered so far.” He says as he shyly looks down, unsure how you’ll take it, missing your wide smile. “Thank you.” You say before turning around again, heading for the door.

Just as you reach it, you turn around to look at Jimin, already seeing his gaze on you. “Get some rest, okay? The doctor is going to come and check on your wounds at about 9-ish.” You say, Jimin nodding before looking away. “What’s up? You got a look on your face.” You ask making him look back slightly. “Could you maybe stay in the room with me again.? I don’t really trust people much..” he whispers, barely audible yet you catch it. “Yeah of course. I’ll try and be here before him, okay? Now get some rest.” You say before walking out of the room and closing the door behind you.

You walk down the hall toward the employee lounge to grab your stuff before heading home. As you enter the lounge you see your friend Souyun.

“Souyun! Hi!” You say as you enter, waving at her enthusiastically before walking toward your locker. “Hey Y/n! How are you?” She asks as she walks with you. “I’ve been good, we got a new hybrid, he seems scared of people. I’m surprised he trusted me so fast but I’m glad. If you could check up on him I’d greatly appreciate it.” You say, opening the locker and grabbing your jacket and purse, turning to face your friend with a smile. “He’s in room 63. Tell him I sent you to him.” You say, hoping he’ll trust her at least in the slightest.

You bid your goodbyes, exiting the room and walking down the hallway toward the lobby.

As you reach the lobby, you see how empty it looks besides a girl sitting at the front desk. “Bye Y/n! Have a good night.” Sun-hee calls out, waving with a smile. “Bye Sun-hee, you too.” You reply, repeating her action before making your way to the door. The soft breeze that follows the open door makes you sigh in contentment. It’s the middle of September, the breeze is near perfect, sometimes a bit colder because of the approaching winter.

You walk the short distance to your car, unlocking it and getting in. Before starting the car, you set your things down and check your phone, not seeing anything new, you set it back down into one of the cup holders, starting the engine and roll down your windows, getting ready to go.

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You reach your apartment building, grabbing everything before heading into the building, walking toward the stairs.

You climb the two sets of stairs it takes to get to your floor, walking to your apartment. You sigh, hanging your jacket and putting your keys in a bowl by your door, hanging up your purse after.

You head toward your kitchen, pulling out a simple microwave dinner from you freezer, not wanting to go through the hassle of making dinner at the moment. You toss it into the microwave, sitting on your counter while scrolling through TikTok.

-2 minutes later-

Beep beep!

You hop off the counter, opening the microwave and taking out your food, setting it on the counter to cool off. You lean back against your kitchen counter, letting your mind wander.

‘Why did it feel like there was something there?..Whenever I looked into their eyes it just…felt right to be with them.’

You quickly shake these thoughts down.

‘There’s no way I’m attracted to my patients.’

You get a fork and peel back the plastic, taking your food to the table and sitting down.

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A/n: Thank you for reading! This is my first fic series so I hope it’s good, I’m not sure when the next chapter will be, but I will start writing soon. I will start doing tag lists if any of the posts reach enough people, if you do like the post and want to be on a tag list, let me know and I’ll start one.

#bts ot7 #hybrid #bts #namjoon #jin #yoongi #hoseok #jimin #taehyung #jungkook #safe and sound

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