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angelfrombeneth · 3 months

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HAVENT I MADE IT OBVIOUS? - T . NOTT

Theodore Nott x Fem!Reader

Summary: *REQUESTED* Reader and Theodore are best friends. Reader gets wrapped up in her first love scandal and Theodore cant handle it. He cant cope that its not him.

Warnings: Angst, Slight Fluff, The most heart warming love confession ever. Mentions of sex but hardly.

A/N: The request wasn't super specific so I decided to go with something like this.No smut, because I have a really similar request which specifically asks for smut so that one will have smut.

"Teddy don't be a twat" You smacked his head as you sat beside him.

"What! Its not my fault the instructions were unclear" He scoffed.

You and Theo both were sat in potions as you both were paired up for a task. Theo thought he was being funny reading the ingredients not in the correct order and ultimately fucking up the mixture.

"This is why I hate pairing up with you in class" You groaned.

"Hey Y/N!" You looked up to see Cedric leaning against the front of your workbench.

"Oh, Hey Cedric" You smiled.

"I was wondering" He smiled at you, his eyes flickering to the side for a moment for placing a hand ontop if yours. "Would you wanna go out sometime? Maybe for a meal or something?" He grinned.

You smiled as you sat up in your seat. "I'd love that"

"Ill meet you at 6, outside your commonroom on Friday?"

You nodded as he smiled, caressing your hand before walking back to his seat.

You heard a scoff beside you, your neck cracked to look at Theo, who had a huge scowl on his face. "Your going on a date with him? He's such a prick"

"Oh fuck off Theo" You rolled your eyes as you stood up gathering your books before exiting the class.

Theo caught up with you, walking beside you. "No seriously, he's such a priss. Why's you wanna date.. that" You scoffed at his statement before scaling the stairs down to the Slytherin Commonroom.

"Theo shut up-" You turn to see Pansy. "Oh my god! Pans!" You squealed as you ran at her.

You felt Theo's moody presence slip away with Draco and Mattheo who walked over to him as soon as you ran to Pansy.

"Cedric asked me on a date!" You squealed.

"No way- Oh my god, this will be so good" Pansy smiled, grabbing your hand. "You can test the waters before the date at the party tonight!"

"Party?" And with that Pansy yanked you to your feet and you scrambled up the stairs being dragged behind her as the next 4 hours entailed getting ready for the party.

Slytherin parties were always off the chain. Every other house could party for sure, but the amount of shit Slytherin would gather for the party. All the alcohol and drugs like it was some free tester aisle of a muggle store. It would always end very heated whether everyone was hooking up or someone started a fight. It was always the same old shit.

You decided on a basic little black dress, you can never go wrong. The dress was short and frilled. To be fair it looked more like one of those frilly tops that remind you of a dress. Your assets were out on display, but it was a party why not.

"Girl, that dress is definitely not your size but it's so cute!" She chuckled as you spun around. You fixed the top, making sure there will be no nipple slips. "You have literally the perfect body; tits, ass and thighs. I'm so jealous"

"Pans shut up, you are so hot I won't even leave for the party we can have our own" You both giggled as you leaned forward kissing her cheek before grabbing her eyeliner and finishing up your makeup.

By now the party was in full swing for atleast an hour and you two were only just getting done. You held hands as you exited Pansy's dorm and skipped downstairs giggling. Not to mention the two if you had pregamed before.

You two did you rounds round the party greeting everyone and stealing shots from groups. You both got to your friends on the couch in the back corner as you stood like bambi, struggling to stand straight in your heels from how fucked you were.

"Woah- Careful" You heard as you felt a hand snake around your waist steadying you. You look up to the side and catch Theo's dark eyes staring down at you.

"Thanks" You giggled leaning into his chest, pulling his arms over your shoulder, holding his hands as you looked to the group. Pansy situated herself on Enzo's lap the two of them giggling at you and Theo.

"So Y/N, any updates with Mr Badger? I was told about your date" Mattheo smirked, he wasnt trying to wind Theo up, he didnt know but Theo still got pissed.

You felt Theo tense behind you but you didn't take notice of it as you continued to okay with the rings on his hands. "We haven't been on the date yet, but he seems nice"

You heard Theo scoff as you turned to look up at him. "Nice my ass" He mumbled. You rolled your eyes, not wanting to argue as you continued conversation with your friends.

Theo was enjoying the company, enjoying the feeling of your body snuggled against him as you played with his rings. God, he was falling, quick. He was too busy daydreaming to even notice you had sauntered away to the other side of the room.

"Ced~" You smiled as you stood beside him.

"Hey Y/N- You look gorgeous tonight" He chuckled, taking your hand and pulling you to stand between his legs. His hands gripping your thighs, dangerously close to your ass.

"So do you" You smiled, running your hand softly up and down his chest. "M' excited for our date" You giggled.

"Me too.. Its not everyday you get to be in the presence of a goddess" He licked his lips.

"Stop it you!" You chuckled, hitting his shoulder.

"Cant help myself" His hands threatening to touch the curve of your ass.

You wrapped your arms around his neck, chuckling down at him as he pulled you closer by your thighs, placing his lips onto yours as he kissed you softly.

It was needy, very needy. He gripped your ass as you leaned over kissing him more passionately as you say on his knee.

Third POV

Theo couldn't cope at the sight. The second Pansy pointed it out, his hand tightened around his bottle. Anger filling his body as he watched another man kiss you. Another man touch you. That should be him. Not Cedric. Him. Jealously bubbled inside of him, very quickly.

Theo was too focused on the scene that the glass bottle shattered at the pressure. All his friends turned to look at the sound and him. He looked down at his bloody hand as he wiped it on his shirt, before groaning and turning to push through the crowd.

Everyone was confused by the sudden action by Theo, they had no clue what caused it, or even a smidge of knowledge how much Theo loved you.

Theo rushed away, pushing through people trying to get further and further away from the hurt. His hand covered in blood and throbbing as he stopped at the stairs. Turning to look in your direction, noticing your still with him. He bit his lip, holding in any emotion as he continued up the stairs.

Your POV

A many days later, after the party, you and Cedric went on your date. It was lovely, he was very attentive which you loved. You didn't see him much the few days after but chalked it up to him being busy.

It wasn't till it was 4 days after your date with Cedric you noticed the boy was still yet to talk to you. It left a sour taste in your mouth and you wanted to confront him. Why was he ignoring you.

Suddenly someone bumped into you, quickly apologising as they sprinted down the hall. Curious you followed them, it was a first year probably not a huge deal

You had no expectation for the kid, but it wasn't what he was running to caught your eye. It was down a dark corridor you turned to see Cedric and Theodore.. talking? Before you could even call at them, Theo pounces on Cedric. Your eyes wide as you froze. You were too far down the hall to do anything but noticed Mattheo, Draco, Enzo and Blaise all struggling to pull Theo off Cedric. Cedrics friends yelling as Cedric was frankly getting battered.

You sprinted down the hall towards them, aa they got ripped apart as you approached. Cedric and Theo's face all bloody.

"What the fuck is wrong with you??" You screamed as you looked at Theo.

He looked shocked, taken back. "Me?? He started it!"

"Sock it Theo, there was no need" You helped Cedric to his feet. "Let me take you to the hospital wing" And with that the two of you left.

Third POV:

"Shut up Nott, you're so up her ass. Don't be mad she hasn't put out for you yet. It's a long list. She's just a hole to fill. You'll have your turn " Cedric laughed.

Theo doesn't know how he got in this situation, he was just walking then saw Cedric and now he was ontop of the boy pummelling his face in. He was talking shit about you, lying about you. He was horrible.

But the worse thing for Theo was when he saw you. Saw your face when you looked between the two of them. His heart broke when you reached for Cedric, cheking if he was OK and whisking him away.

Theo was going insane.

Your POV:

It had been a day since the fight. Both boys were in the hospital wing but you refused to see Theo why would he do that. He was your bestfriend, and Cedric was just.. a guy. A guy that made you happy. Its like Theo was punishing you for being happy.

You were sat in potions noticing Theo hadn't show up, and you were pissed. He was being selfish, this was a group project.

You go to the hospital wing to find Theo, but Madame Pomfrey told you he was dismissed last night but Cedric was still there. You looked over at Ced, noticing his curtain was shut, I guess he had company, you thought and just walked out. If Theo wasn't in class then there's only one placed he'd be.

You scaled the stairs to the Astronomy reaching the top as you took a moment to get your breath. You noticed Theo by the railing and you sigh.

"Theo you can't skip class"

He turned to look at you, inhaling the smoke from his cigarette as he looked at you. "Well I am so it doesn't fucking matter. Don't you have a baby to coddle?"

"Fuck off Theo, don't be a prick" You scoffed

"He's a bad person Y/N. Why won't you fucking listen to me"

"BECAUSE YOUR CHATTING SHIT NOTT" You yell at him.

"You don't even know what he said about you. He called you a slut. Your nothing but a hole to fill" He sneered.

"What the fuck is wrong with you! Are you jealous I'm happy?" You laughed at him, distressed with the situation.

"You aren't happy" He snapped.

"How do you know? How do you know what's good for me!" You stare at his back, rage building up inside of you as you yelled out at him.

"BECAUSE IM GOOD FOR YOU.." Theo yelled. He turned to look at you, his breath erratic. "I know whats good for you and its me.. not him, no one else. Its me, it'll always be me" His teeth are gritted as he looked as you as you stand in shock. "I love you Y/N! It's always been you. Every fucking waking moment I think about you, your fucking stupid coconut smelling hair! The way your lip dimple shows when you smile a certain way. I spend every waking moment thinking about you. I live and breathe for you Y/N."

You stand there stunned as you look down at him.

"Haven't I made it fucking obvious? I fought the fucking freak for you! Yes initially he did nothing but.. He called you horrible things.. I can't bare to see you with another man that isn't me. I think about you so much bella.. Morning, noon and fucking night, I think about you.." His voice cracked as he stared down at you before he took your hand, kneeling down infront of you holding your hand. "It'll always be you.." He softly kissed your hand.

Your eyes slightly glassy from the confession as you stand speechless.

"Please say something bella.." Theo looked up at you, his hands grasping yours.

You burst out into tears, ripping your hand away from him as you cover your face. "You are so annoying Theo- I- I didn't know you felt like this" You sobbed as you wiped your eyes. Your mascara smudged all over your face.

Theo stood up, cupping your face between his hands as he wiped your tears with his thumbs as he chuckled, a tear rolling down his eye.

"I guess we are both stupid.." He chuckled lightly.

"You're such an asshole" You hit his chest playfully, laughing slightly through the sobs. His hand catching yours as you hit his chest, before his lips crashed against yours.

The pair of you finally became one.

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sukunas-wife · 4 months

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HI OML I LIVE UR WORKS THEY MAKE ME BAWL MY EYES OUT AH 😭

can you please do sukuna reader and yuji going in the caffe and yuji trying hot chocolate for the first time ?

i literally live you so much <3

🥹 ILL DO IT DO IT FOR BABY YUJI

“What the hell, why?” Sukuna eyed you suspicious of your question.

“Ryomen Sukuna-” covering your toddlers ears you gave his dad a look. “You walk around shirtless with four arms and two faces at 8 foot whatever everyday, I’m just asking you to down size and lose the second pair of arms for maybe 2 hours.”

Sukuna grumbled crossing his arms over his chest taking his son when he reached out for his dad “Shame I’m the only one who walks around shirtless in this house.” Holding Yuji on one arm the ruffled his boys hair, “What do you say brat? Do we go do whatever your mom wants or do we rip our shirts off?”

“Shirts!” Yuji screamed immediately trying to rip his shirt to copy his already shirtless dad. “That’s my boy!” Sukuna cheered him on when he managed to tear the hem slightly, “We don’t wanna go, two against one remember that parable or something you read a cord of 2 or whatever.” Sukuna turned away from your cold glare propping Yuji on his shoulder “It’s not like we really belong in public anyways.”

You huffed, looking down, sniffling, the tears burning your eyes as they start to roll and you took a shaky breath “Ryo please, I just wanted to spend some time with you and Yuji at the cafe where I first saw you. Yuji hasn’t seen the city and I just wanted one maybe two hours of your time but you won’t even do that..” your shoulders shaking as you tried to not cry, Yuji who was piggy backing on his dad’s broad shoulders pulled his hair “You made mommy cry!”

Sukuna rolled his eyes sighing heavily, “crying won’t solve your problems y/n, I said no.” Yuji pouted tugging he dad hair as if they were reigns to a horse, “daddyyy” he whined and leaned over his dads head to look at him.

Sukuna huffed before trying to gently flip his brat onto the bed “Stop you’re not helping.” Yuji giggled before running over to you, wedging his body between your knees to hug your waist, “It’s okay mommy we can still go, daddy doesn’t have too.” You sniffled rubbing Yuji’s back, “My sweet little Yuji.” Your teary eyes broke Sukuna when he finally looked at you, “FINE. Im killing anyone who gets in my way.” You smiled standing up and taking Yuji’s hand, “Good we’ll be waiting at the entrance.” You placed a quick kiss on Sukuna’s cheek and he just looked at you in disbelief, “You turned my own blood on me with your fanciful tears, disgusting.” He side eyed you as you closed the room door not hearing or seeing him smirk “What a woman.”

He stood there before calling for Uraume to come get his robes ready, he’d be needing smaller attire for the day.

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It didn’t take long for Sukuna to alter his appearance. He stood in a simple wide armed white Robe with a printed belt and plain scarf. On his shoulders was a giggling Yuji who kept reaching up to the passing branches his chubby hands smacking Sakura branches making them shake and fall. On the occasion step Sukuna would purposely shake him to make him hold tighter and scream. You’d smile watching until you got to the city, “let’s hurry! It’s just before lunch.” You hugged Sukuna’s arm, looking up at him with that damn smile, he caved “Hold on brat.”Yuji immediately gripped tightly to his dad’s hair as Sukuna hoisted you up, “I’ll make this quick.”

It felt like a breeze to before you refocused and Sukuna was already putting you down keeping Yuji on his shoulders. “Down.” Yuji bounced on his dad’s shoulders. “No, if I put you down you’re just going to run around.” You smiled at Sukuna placing a hand on his arm, “Sit down with him Ryo I’ll do everything else.” Sukuna looked at you with his usual resting face that looked like a frown, Yuji unknowingly matting his dad’s hair while he played with it. Sukuna caved leaving your side to sit in a corner booth away from everyone, he crossed his arms over his chest after he put Yuji down to sit next to him. Yuji smacked his hands on the table “daddy!” “Hm.” Looking down at his son “That’s man’s talking to mommy!” He stood up in the bench one chubby hand smacked on the table the other chubby finger pointing at a man talking to you, “That’s the cashier brat.” “…. oh…. WHAT ABOUT HIM!” He pointed to man who was now talking to you, you had a forced smile and almost a sympathetic look, “Go bite him.”

There went Yuji throwing himself under the table running to fight his dad’s battles, “for daddy!” Was all you heard before you watched the man in front of you yelp and shake his leg, looking down you saw Yuji clinging to the man’s pant, jaw locked on his thigh almost growling. “Yuji.” You forced back your smile coughing to cover a laugh. “Baby let go.” He side eyed you when you grabbed his sides and he let go, standing up you held Yuji’s hand, “Like I said this is my son and that’s my husband.” The man turned to find Sukuna staring at hin with more than an intimidating look, “forgive me.” The man bowed his left and quickly moved off, you smiled down at Yuji ruffling his messy hair, “My little knight in shining armor hm?” He puffed out his chest smiling “yeah!”

After you grabbed your tray with drinks and let Yuji carry the paper bag of sweets you ordered, you made your way to the booth where Sukuna was staring aimlessly out the window. Watching as Yuji slid into your side of the booth you set the drinks down, “Black coffee with 6 packs of sugar,” you turned to Yuji smiling pulling him into your lap “I got you some special, the waitress has to bring it okay?” He nodded “okay!” He still hadn’t let go of the paper bag Sukuna had been silently eyes as he drank his Coffee, “hand em over.”

You sighed smiling watching your husband try to pry the paper bag from Yuji’s hands, Yuji who slipped off your lap holding the bag to his chest and turning away, “no!”

“Here are your drinks! Two hot chocolates one kids with extra whipped cream.” The waitress quickly left after seeing how your husband was playing tug o war with Yuji who was standing on the booth seat. “Listen brat-” Yuji let the bag go mouth and eyes opening wide as he saw the pile of cream on the short cup, “What’s that?” Bringing his tiny fists to cover his mouth you could see the sparkle in his eyes, “I want you to try it.” He sat himself in your lap reaching for cup that you slowly put in his chubby hands. He spread his fingers over the cup “it’s hot.” “It is, so be careful.” You guided the cup supporting it from below when he tried of drink from it. The first thing to happen was mushing his face into the whipped cream that made you laugh and Sukuna scoffed with a slight smile. Pulling the cup away, “Let’s try to clear some of that up,” you took a spoon scooping out a dent in the whipped cream to see the hot chocolate, bringing to spoon to Yuji he opened his mouth wide. You watched as he closed his mouth and his eyes widened and he clapped his hands “Is good! Daddy! Try!” You both looked at Sukuna, the smile on his face unfaltering as he rested his face against his propped up hand, “You try it first brat.”

Yuji nodded looking determined “I will!” Taking the cup in both hands, your hand guiding the cup, you saw how he stuck his tongue out to test both chocolate first before starting to drink. You looked at Sukuna who looked equally as shocked when your son started to take bigger brinks. When he put the half empty cup down he let out a loud “Aahhh dalichous.” (Delicious) Your smile couldn’t be held back as your peppered the side of his face you could reach with kisses “Look at my little man,” you placed a kiss on his cheek, “so grown you have a little mustache.” He giggled at your kisses shaking in your hold. “Try it daddy…” Yuji wiggled out of your lap just to run to Sukuna, trying to climb into his lap. Sukuna who wanted to resist couldn’t when Yuji looked at him with those big pleading eyes and pulling and on his sleeve, something he definitely learned from you. Sukuna rolling his eyes let Yuji into his lap grumbling about how he better not get comfortable. You watched as Sukuna opened his mouth, his free hand guiding Yuji’s so he could drink from the cup. Yuji’s closed eye smile making Sukuna waver, “it’s… good.” You and Sukuna both watched as Yuji never shifted off his dads lap, holding his cup with two chubby hands drinking and eating pecan cookies until his tummy with round and he fell asleep leaning back against his dads chest. Watching as Ryo held Yuji against his chest, you couldn’t help but awe.

The rest of your visit with your husband was filled with Yuji’s soft snoring, as you both talked quietly about how much things had changed, Sukuna suggesting another child, preferably another boy. You rolled your eyes and would’ve swatted him if Yuji wouldn’t have been cradled against him. Soon enough you all got up ready to go. The quiet snores because Sukuna had fixed Yuji to let his chest on his, and his head tucked between his neck and shoulder. “You’ll stay warm like this.”

Your walk home was peaceful, Yuji was sleeping, drooling on his daddy without a care in the world and you were hugging Sukuna from his side. His free arm moving to hug your waist and keep you warm and with him, he looked down at you, that mischievous smirk, “So, about that second son-“ he was hit with falling snow that had you laughing so hard you had to stop the breath, “We’ll see.”

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Ty everyone and for my tag list! My Brains been everywhere but i try!

Sorry it’s so long! I need some background lol

@cyder-puff @domainofmarie @satorisgirl @sad-darksoul the other 2 wouldn’t let me tag!

I’m sorry 🤍 but tyty for everything

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elliespassagerprincess · 6 months

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house wife reader x mean ellie 👀 ellie works long hours on the weekdays and takes out all of her anger on her docile wife who cooks all her meals, does all of her laundry, cleans the entire house, and make sure ellie’s satisfied 24/7.

Satisfied - (ellie williams x housewife reader)

hi anon! mean ellie? hell yeah. I hope you don't mind, but I added my own twist. I hope you enjoy <3

Pairing: mean ellie x housewife fem!reader

requests are open, feel free to leave one!

HUGE warnings: toxic relationships, murder, gore, violence

Summary: in which you were the perfect housewife

authors note: I'm literally trying to empty out my request inbox, so be ready because there's a bunch of fics coming your way!

"so when last have you seen her?" The police officer asked as he sat across you.

"well she went out yesterday and she never came back"

you saw him look at you and Ellie's house as he was taking notes.

"Any arguments?"

"No"

once again you saw the pen write something on some paper. You wanted to know what exactly he was writing about.

What was talking him so long? You wanted him to fucking leave.

"Thank you for answering these questions, we'll call if we need anything else" the officer said as he stood up.

"Thank you for your hard work! Do I need to walk you out?" You asked with smile

"no, I'll show myself out" was all he said as he walked towards the front door.

As soon as he was out of sight you got up and ran to window to check if he was gone. You watched his car pull out the driveway, and you let out a sigh of relief.

fucking finally.

You ran to you and Ellie's shared room, and between heavy breathes you said "she almost caught us baby".

You walked towards the bed, where Ellie's decomposing body lay. Flies circled her body, her skin was pale and cold to the touch.

You put some of her hair behind her ear "it's ok now, they'll never catch us" you whispered

You loved Ellie. And you would anything for you. Anything including quitting your job and becoming her housewife.

In the beginning you hated it, staying home, cooking, cleaning. But when Ellie praised you, you fucking loved it.

And soon after you became the stereotypical housewife. Cute outfits, aprons that matched whatever you wore. You always woke up before her, to prepare her favorite breakfast. You cooked her dinner.

You fucking did everything.

The two of you were happy. Until Ellie got a promotion. She got more work, the pressure was getting worse for the poor girl.

Ellie came home late and most nights she barley even slept. You tried supporting your wife as best you could. You tried cleaning the house before she came come. You did all her laundry, you even chose her outfits most days.

But it was never enough for her.

One night you cooked Ellie's favorite meal. A prideful smile was on your lips as you put the plate in front of her.

This would cheer her up. You knew it would.

Ellie glanced down at the plate, and she looked back at you. The dark circles under her eyes looked even darker than they did yesterday.

"You are so fucking pathetic" she started.

"I work all fucking day to come to this shit? And look, this table is dusty" she added.

Ellie got up from where she was sitting and she threw the plate filled with food onto the floor. "You have cleaning to do, and don't fucking serve this shit again" she walked out of the dining room and you sat there mouth agape.

This was the first time she's ever said anything like that to you. You sobbed in the kitchen that night. You felt sick to your stomach.

Everything you did was for Ellie and for the first time she wasn't satisfied with you.

Your main mission in life became to serve. To serve her. But what do you do when the one you did everything for, wasn't satisfied?

The next morning you woke up bright and early, and you cooked Ellie a widespread of breakfast. Fruit salad, bacon, eggs pancakes and so much more decorated the table.

You heard the bedroom door open and you saw her walk out, she glanced at the table

"I'm not hungry" was all she said and she walked out the front door.

You were shattered.

Since that day everything you did was wrong.

You couldn't clean right.

Her fingers ran along the cupboard, and she looked at you with a frown.

"Can you not clean right? Should i get a maid? Because you cant do shit"

you couldn't do the laundry right.

you stood in the doorway watching Ellie fit on her suit. She looked herself in the mirror before she made eye contact with you.

"It's still wrinkled and there's a stain" she pointed out.

"fix it" was all she said before she threw the clothes on the floor.

You couldn't even cook right.

Ellie only had one spoon of her food before she pushed her plate to the side

"what's wrong?" you asked

"this is disgusting"

it hurts. Every insult Ellie hurled at you hurt.

You knew she was stressed but it didn't give her the right to take her stress out on you.

One night you tried talking to Ellie. But she didn't want to. She didn't have energy for this.

"Don't you have a house to clean? Oh wait you can't even do that right" she said through a chuckle.

You snapped.

You let out a scream as you grabbed the lamp on your side of the bed. You jumped onto the bed, and you shit her over and over again.

"I"

*hit

"am"

*hit

"the perfect"

*hit

"housewife" you yelled.

Blood littered the walls, and your hands. Heavy breathes left your mouth as you looked at the scene.

"Oh Ellie I'm sorry! This room is filthy! I'll clean it"

you scrubbed the walls, you changed the bedding and you gave her a bath.

Everything was back to normal. It was all clean.

You looked at her decomposing body. She looked peaceful and she wasn't being mean anymore.

This was the girl you fell in love with.

You gave her a kiss on the forehead before you muttered "its time for breakfast" and you left the room to start making your girl breakfast.

You weren't sure how long you were going to get away with this, but for the time being you were happy.

She was better dead anyway.

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vivwritesfics · 2 months

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Jester Stole His Thorny Crown

Chapter One

He never had a choice in his life. His dreams were nothing more that that. Dreams. But then he met a lounge singer at his brother club and everything changed.

Mafia!Au

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Warnings: drugs (not taken), gun violence

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This wasn't his job. It was beneath him, usually a job for his inexperienced little brother. But Arthur was at home, being looked after by their maman as he nursed a non-fatal gunshot wound.

Charles was pissed as he drove through the streets of Monaco. This was Arthur's job, not his. If he had listened to Charles and Lorenzo, and hadn't run in with guns (quite literally) blazing, they wouldn't be in this position.

The people of Monaco knew about the people who, essentially owned them. They had a royal family, but they didn't have as much Power as the Leclercs. As soon as they saw the black Ferrari SF90 Stradale, they knew to get out of the way.

On this day, the only thing stopping Charles from driving into everybody in his way was his love for his precious car. As soon as he had checked through the clubs, he was going to go to his mamans house and murder Arthur.

Charles parked his car. Well, parked is a term used loosely. He stopped the car wherever he wanted and every other driver on the roads of Monaco had to work around him. This was maybe one of the best demonstrations of power that the Leclerc family had.

When Charles walked into the first club, the twenty six year old was reminded of why he hated it so much. He had loved it when he was a fresh faced eighteen year old, receiving his first assignment from his father.

But now this was Arthurs job, appointed by Lorenzo. He had taken over as head of the family when they lost their father, just a year after Charles had received his first assignment.

The family didn't handle it well. The Leclerc's had almost started a full on war with the Gasly family of France. But Pascale, the matriarch, kept them in check.

The club was disgusting. It was the middle of the day so it was empty, aside from the club manager. The floor was covered in cups and bottles and odd sticky patches that that Charles was sure to avoid. There was the odd condom on the floor; Charles turned his nose up at that.

He checked the books, make sure the money was in order. He swapped out the cash in the safe for the drugs that the club sold. "Get this shithole cleaned up," he commanded the club manager and left.

The second club was much the same. He inspected the books and swapped the money in the safe for the drugs. This club was somehow dirtier than the first one. Several of the stall doors in the bathroom had been kicked in (Charles wasn't happy about leaving money for such things).

The third club Charles knew it be Arthurs favourite.

It wasn't a night club, more like a lounge. The lighting was low, with tables covering the floor. Comfortable, cosy booths lined the walls and the tables in the middle of the of the floor looked equally as comfortable. The art on the wall was tasteful and the air didn't stink like beer and piss.

Soft piano music greeted him and Charles realised why this was Arthurs favourite club. It felt legit.

Charles looked to the piano on the stage at the back of the club. There was a spotlight pointed towards it, illuminating the instrument and the girl playing it. As he approached, Charles watched her fingers dance across the keys. The tune was soft and melodic, not something that he recognised.

She seemed to be the only person in the club. "One second, Arthur!" She called, not looking up from her piano.

Charles stopped short. "I'm sorry?" He called and the piano music stopped. "Are you always familiar with my brother?"

Her eyes were wide as she stood and closed the lid of her grand piano. "Shit," she hissed, but Charles still heard it. "I'm so sorry, Mr Leclerc. I was expecting your brother."

Charles stepped onto the stage. His presence alone was terrifying, a far cry from Arthur, who treated the pianist like an old friend. She couldn't stop her knees from buckling as he approached. "He got shot," Charles said as he sat at the piano. "He'll be back in action soon."

He lifted the lid of the piano and pressed a key. As a boy Chalres had loved the piano. His father had encouraged him to play, but he hadn't touched a piano since Hervé dad passed. Even now, he couldn't bring himself to play more than a few notes.

"Are you the manager here?" Charles asked, again shutting the piano lid. She shook her head, eyes looked towards the bar while he continued to stare at her. "You shouldn't be in here, then."

She sucked in a breath. The gun in his waistband had become apparent the moment he sat at the piano. "Uhm, Arthur gave me a key so that I could come in and practice," she said as she shifted her weight from one foot to the other.

Charles let out something of a controlled huff and stood from the piano. He headed past the stage, to where the office was, and instantly began searching through the desk for the books.

The pianist followed him. "You shouldn't be in here," he said and pulled out the papers he needed. She was still standing in the doorway as he checked through it. "Seriously, get out."

"I'm sorry," she said, still leaning against the door frame. "I just... is Arthur okay?"

Charles stared at her for a moment before nodding his head, but he didn't look happy. "A minor gunshot wound," he said. "He's sleeping on our mouths couch at the moment."

Letting out a relieved breath, she walked away from the back office, allowing Charles to swap the money in the safe for drugs.

When he returned to the main floor, the piano was empty. The lid was open, but the pianist wasn't there. Charles didn't check for where she was.

He sat himself at the piano and pressed three keys in a specific tune. It was all so familiar to him, flooding back to him. It had been so long, but it was natural. It was right.

The pianist, Y/N, was at the bar, getting herself a glass of water. The moment she saw Charles walk to the piano she stopped and watched.

He was hesitant at first, allowing himself to get used to the keys. But it didn't take very long for him to get comfortable. Soon enough he was playing like it was the only thing he knew today.

It wasn't perfect, it was barely good, but it was full of heart and soul. She couldn't tear her eyes away from him as he sped up slightly, getting more and more comfortable. There was nothing in the world but him and the music.

Finishing up the song Charles sucked in and rolled his shoulders. He looked around the club, looked at the empty tables, at the art on the wall and at the bar.

He narrowed his eyes as he stood up and walked over. "Were you watching me?" He demanded and she quickly shook her head, looking down at the glass of water in her hands.

"Don't," he barked and marched out of the club.

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nouvxllev · 4 months

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a snowy night

Pairing: Tara Carpenter x Fem!Reader

Summary: in which you had a fun idea for you and taras first anniversary (and christmas)

Words: 2.3k

Warnings: none

a/n: merry late christmas everyone!!!

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Pulling your very sleepy girlfriend out of her bedrest wasn't ideal for a first anniversary, nor the first very early morning of Christmas.

"Y/n," Tara groaned, her body and pajamas getting dragged across the ground like she was a sack of vegetables, "Y/n, it's literally the middle of the night, what are you doing?"

Ignoring Tara's protests, you persisted in dragging her like a lifeless corpse you found on the snowy street of New York. "I know, I know, but trust me, you wanna see this!"

With some reluctance and a little bit of motivation from you, Tara mustered the energy to get up and finally walk with your hand guiding her.

"Okay, what's so important you had to drag me across our bedroom so early?" she mumbled, rubbing her eyes, still half-asleep as she yawned. You could feel her eyes observing you as best as she could, eyeing the duffel bag you carried, "And why do you have a duffel bag on you like you're gonna flee the country?"

"And why would I ruin the surprise by telling you?" You grinned, pulling her by the sleeve, "Okay, before I let you in on this, close your eyes." You both stood by the doorway of the bedroom, Tara looking slightly unimpressed.

"Tara, can't you trust your girlfriend for like one second?" You asked, crossing your arms and raising your eyebrows.

"No?" She chuckled, crossing your arms alongside you, "not after you pulled that prank on me last Christmas."

"Okay, but you've gotta admit, trapping you in a life-sized gingerbread house was pretty funny and, a stroke of genius by yours truly."

Tara rolled her eyes, a fond smile tugging at the corners of her lips, "How'd you even do that anyway?"

"You know I always love the flair for the dramatic." You looked up at her, nothing but smile and love from your eyes.

"Which is why I love you." Tara whispered, her arms wrapping around your waist as she pulls you in closer.

You chuckled, she leaning into Taras hug. "And which is why you're going to love this! Come on, close your eyes," you let go of Tara's grip on you, taking her hands into yours and watching as she closed her eyes with her palm.

"I'm so breaking up with you if this is another prank," she remarked, playfully, of course, but who knows how likely that might become true?

"Oh don't say that, I won't be able to continue those anymore."

With Tara's eyes closed, you guided her into the living room, or maybe just a room with how you renovated it.

When you knew Tara was fast asleep, you had dashed over to the living room after taking your sweet time removing yourself from Taras koala-like cuddle from you and tore it down bit by bit.

Not really, but every piece of furniture scattered on the floor you relocated to the garage. The soft carpet that covered the tiles, was carefully stored in someplace else, revealing the smooth hardwood tiles underneath people could easily slide on.

You led Tara to the living room, her free hand intertwined with yours, the warmth of her palm this season never felt so comforting on yours.

"I knew you always wanted our anniversary to be unforgettable, ever since the day you told me on a warm winter night on top of the apartment building I used to live in, and I thought," you continued, pulling Taras hands down with your own, "what's more unforgettable than spontaneously pulling my girlfriend out of bed to go indoor skating with me in our home?"

Tara opened her eyes, only to see an impromptu ice rink in the middle of their living room. Fairy lights were adorning the corners, little Christmas trees scattered along the way, the floor was powdered to give it a little more boost to the slipperiness, and makeshift cardboard walls surrounded the area. It wasn't the biggest, considering it was only a living room, but it had everything that made Tara Carpenter happy. And that thought was enough for you when you designed this.

Her jaw dropped, and she looked at you with a mixture of disbelief and delight. "You did all this for our anniversary?" She questioned, excitement palpable in her voice.

You nodded, a proud grin on your face. "I wanted to make it special, something we'd remember." You giggled

Tara couldn't help but laugh, the joy bubbling up inside her. "You're fucking insane, you know that?" She pulled you in for a kiss, "but there's no denying that I love it."

You smiled, a lovesick one at that, before taking her hands again and leading her to the powdered floor. "Well, I figured if I couldn't take you to the ice rink in Central Park in the middle of the night, I'd bring the ice rink to us."

You put down the large duffle bag you had been carrying and opened it, pulling out two matching socks that kind of resembled the both of you, "And, as per ice rink tradition, we have skates! Or, socks, in this situation."

Tara chuckled at the sight of the matching socks, each knitted with a design you specifically asked for.

"A duffle bag for a pair of socks?" She laughed before taking the socks from you and slipping them on, "Only you would turn our living room into an ice rink and substitute skates with these."

"Well, I try my best," you replied with a playful wink, already putting on your own pair of socks. "Also, I still have many in store with this duffle bag."

You both stepped onto the powdered floor, the smoothness beneath made it super easy to glide and a comfortable feeling set between the two of you. Tara was wobbly at first when she first tried to slide across, but when your hand was with hers, she quickly found her balance.

"Tara, did you know your talented, smart, beautiful, girlfriend can do a triple axel?" you teased, letting go of Taras hold as you give yourself space from her.

She rolled her eyes playfully, "Oh please, as if you can even do a single one."

You smirked, feigning an offended look. "You deeply underestimate me, my love."

You took a few steps back until your body hit the cardboard walls. With little to no skating experience and the fact you've never trusted yourself once with your balance, you launched yourself. A bit too fast for your liking to the point you ended up doing not even a full rotation and crashed into Tara, "Fuck, oh shit Tara—!"

It was a decent attempt, you'd say so yourself since you didn't completely eat shit, but it gained a laugh from Tara who had been laughing her ass off ever since you landed on top of her.

"Okay, I'd give you points for your ambition and spirit." She chuckled one last time before pulling you and herself up.

"Thank you. Someone finally recognizes talent here."

"Is the talent the 'talent of crashing into your girlfriend?'" Tara teased, brushing off some of the imaginary dust from her clothes, but also the white powder that clung to her shirt.

You grabbed her hand and continued to skate, ignoring the heavy pain you had in your chest, "It's a skill only a select few possess, you know."

Tara rolled her eyes with an affectionate smile. "Then looks like I've got the most skilled girlfriend in the world."

The two of you continued to slide and glide all over the living room, talking about whatever and whenever. The both of you lost your balance here and there, and the both of you may or might not laughed before pulling the other one out of their misery on the cold powdered floor, but it was the most memorable moment of your life; you'd say.

Minutes turned into hours, and you and Tara continued until every single cardboard wall was down due to your attempts at doing probably one of the most difficult tricks in ice skating.

Exhausted but exhilarated, you and Tara found yourselves lying off the ice rink, taking off some steam and deep breaths.

You stood up, quite abruptly, and lent Tara a hand. "Mind coming with me?" You asked, eliciting a confused smile from Tara, but she took your hand anyway.

You helped Tara to her feet and led her outside the door, the cold breeze hitting the both of you like a truck. "Where are we going exactly?" She asked as you led her around the corner to where a ladder lies that goes up to the rooftop.

You quickly climbed up the ladder and turned back to Tara. "Come on, there's something else I want to show you," you say, as you reach for Tara's hand to pull her up.

To her surprise, there was a blanket laid on the rooftop, fairy lights being hung on poles you had taped to the ground, yet again, and cups of eggnog and hot chocolate waiting for you both. The city lights glittered in the distance, and the stars above shined brightly.

Honestly, Tara didn't know how she managed to have someone like you in her life.

"Y/n.. y/n, this is so— It's beautiful." She said, breathless, as she approached the picnic blanket with you in hand.

You smiled at Tara's genuine appreciation, happy that your surprise made her happy. "I'm glad you like it," you replied, squeezing her hand reassuringly. "Shall we sit, my love?"

Tara chuckled and sat down with you, never letting your hand go one bit. "The moon looks beautiful, even at this time."

You could've been looking at the moon, adoring its enchanting glow that reached the world, and the beauty of it all. But no, you were allured by another celestial being, something far more greater than anything that would exist in the cosmic universe, it was Tara.

"Yeah, it's quite beautiful."

The two of you sat in silence, gazing at the stars that slowly started to disappear as sunrise started to take over as you held hands together.

"I'm sorry." Tara broke the silence, her voice soft, "I should've planned something like this too for you, and for our anniversary. It's amazing, y/n."

You turned to Tara, a soft smile playing on your lips. "Tara, you being here with me is more than enough. I didn't plan this to receive anything in return; I just wanted to create a special moment for us and for you to have the best anniversary you can get from someone. And many more, of course." You reassured her, gently squeezing her hand, "Besides, being here with you is all I could ever ask for."

Tara leaned in and pressed a tender kiss against your cheek. "You're incredible, really. You know that?" she whispered, "you didn't have to do this."

"I had to, and I wanted to. You gave me so many happy moments in the short time we've been together, it's just a little something to pay you back."

Tara smiled as she wrapped your arms around yours, pulling you into a gentle embrace. "Thank you, y/n. I love you. Like, so much."

"Well, it's not over yet. There's one more thing," you said before unzipping the duffel bag you had brought and pulling out a box.

Tara raised an eyebrow, her curiosity piqued. "What is it?"

You turned to her, facing Tara with nothing but love.

"I want to make everything special and feel special for you, Tara. You're someone I couldn't bear to lose, and someone I didn't think I deserved, up until now. I want to tell you that I promise to do everything for you so that I'll deserve every piece of you in my heart." You vowed, opening up the box to reveal a promise ring. And, as if by cue, snowflakes were falling to the ground, and ones that ended up in Tara's hair. You never knew there was the absolute perfect time to gift the love of your life something special.

"Y/n—Y/n, this is too much, seriously." Taras heart swelled with love, her eyes widening and her smile reaching up to her ears, revealing the dimples you always loved.

"Never is it too much when I want to show my love to you, Tara. You only deserve the best, and only the best. So," you held your sentence as you lifted up Tara's hand and slid the promise ring onto her finger, "I bought this to tell you that I'm fully committed to you, body and soul, and promise I'll always cherish you no matter what. It's a reminder that you are deserving of all the happiness in the world."

Tara stared at the ring, content in her eyes as she looks up towards you. "Y/n, I don't know what to say. This is... it's perfect. Thank you."

You grinned, feeling a sense of contentment in making Tara feel special. "You don't have to say anything. Just know that you mean everything to me, and I'm grateful for every moment we share."

Tara chuckled, "For a moment, it felt like you were exchanging vows over there."

"Oh, my vows will be much more longer." You responded, a chuckle you gained from Tara.

"Well, speaking of vows," Tara began, her tone becoming more serious, "I want you to know that you have a special place in my heart since the day I met you. You've made every moment memorable that I didn't even know it was possible. Every mundane chore could never be the same now that I have you, y/n. God—I just, love you. Like so, so, so, much."

And with that, you leaned in for another kiss, embracing Tara and laying down with her as you both kissed. "I love you too, Tara."

The night, or maybe early morning, continued as you both laid down, seeing the sun take over the night sky as the moon was still visible.

You turned to Tara, "Do you think we could still sleep in?"

"I don't think people crossing the street on Christmas would like to see two people sleeping ontop of their rooftop."

"Baby, it's New York, people probably stumble into waaay worse things in their mornings."

Pulling your sleepy girlfriend out of her bedrest wasn't ideal for a first anniversary, nor the first very early morning of Christmas. But was it the best decision you've made? Definitely.

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lezbianchae · 7 months

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Drunk in u.

G!p Sana x fem!reader

Sana is drunk on your love.

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It was rather a stressful week, and one of your co workers had invited you to a party her friend was hosting.

Her name was Sana, you two had gotten close, and Sana thought it would be fun of the two of you could let off some stress and go parting.

At first you denied, you’re not much of a party person.

“C’mon y/nnnn! It’ll be fun! I know these social gatherings aren’t really your thing but you should give it a shot! Please…?” Sana gave you cute puppy eyes. “I’ll get back to you on that unnie.” Oh Sana. You had to admit it was hard to say no to her. You had a crush on your co-worker for awhile. Ever since she offered you on a coffee date you were head over heels. But you wouldn’t let silly little crushes interfere with your work space. You would try to brush off your crush, even if it was hard.

After a while in thought, you agreed to go out with Sana for the night, it wouldn’t hurt for you to go out more. “Yay! I’ll promise we’ll have a good night! I’ll try to take care of you at the party, okay?” She patted your head, as she towered over you. You felt your cheeks grow warm.

As the night came, You wore the nicest dress you owned, it was a black sparkly strapless tubed dress, as you did your makeup all pretty and sparkly. Hoping to impress Sana a bit. You wore your black leather heels knowing they’d probably kill your feet by the end of the night..

Minutes pass as your ride Sana had knocked on your door, You gathered your purse, turn off the lights of your apartment, and open the door to see Sana in a black lacy dress. And man, does she look gorgeous. You thought the Sana you normally see on a daily basis was breath taking enough, this has you astonished as a shade of maroon codes your face.

“Woooow y/n! You so so pretty! You should show your legs more often! They’re nice!” The comment made you embarrassed.

“U-unnie.. you really have no shame..”

You locked your apartment door, Sana and you walked out to her car.

The house party was at her friends Momo’s apartment. According to Sana her and Momo go way back, being friends in their early teen years. You wondered if they ever dated, hearing Sana talk about her friend made it seem like Sana has had a crush on her.

“We’re here!” Said Sana cheerfully, she parked, and open the door for you. As you stepped out the apartment looked.. really fancy.. almost rich. “S-sana you didn’t tell me it was a fancy apartment!”

Sana gigged, “well i didn’t think I’d matter if we’re still going to have a good time!” She smiled and placed her hand on your hip, you were a tomato at this rate, as she walked in with you. Sana greets Momo with a hug, Sana’s friend was just as pretty as her, they kind of looked alike, except Momo’s hair was in a wolf cut.

“Is this the girl you were telling me about sha?”

“Yep! Cute little y/n! Isn’t she cute.”

Momo took a good look at you, eyeing you up and down, you just looked awkwardly and stood like a cereal box.

“She’s smaller than I thought she’d be.”

Momo eyed you once more

“I know! But isn’t she a real cutie!” Sana pinched your cheek as you just stood there.

“Well any friend of Sana is a friend of mine, c‘mon in.” A Few other girls were in there too. All so so pretty, they literally looked like angels.

After a bit of casual drinking and the party nearly coming to an end with people leaving, Sana had a bit more drinks than she should have. Her words started to slur, waking funny, giggling way too much, it was pretty clear Sana had gotten drunk. To which you scolded Sana, you knew she was drinker but not enough to know she would half way finish a bottle.

“S-sana unnie you shouldn’t have drank so much! You were my ride…”

She giggled at you. “Ishh okkiie y/nnn..” you didn’t know how you were going to get home. Sana was your only hope.

“Look, Y/n. You and Sha can just share one of my guest bedrooms for tonight, I don’t mind, I felt like this was gonna happen anyways, I know Sana.. she can be a bit of handful when she’s drunk..so you should take care of her..” Momo kindly offered.

But she was the one who was supposed to be taking care of you. You really didn’t want to have to take care of Sana’s tipsiness, but she was your friend, your co-worker.. your crush… it was the least you could do. “Thank you Momo, I really appreciate it.” You shook her hand. “May I ask where the guest room is?”

“Yeah, it’s down the hall to the left” she points.

“Thank you once again, c‘mon Sana..” you use your small body to walk Sana over to the guest room, as she’s slouching, putting her whole body weight on you. “Hehe.. y/n you can’t even cawey me.. yoursh shooo cuuuute”.. she slurs

“Save it…Sana let’s just get you rest.”

As Sana behavior, she tries to kiss you on your face, which caught you by surprise.

“Muah muah muah…y/n pleaseshh lemme give u a smooooch..” you knew Sana was drunk, but you found this behavior kind of.. cute.. she’s so helpless.

“K-knock it off Unnie..it’s hard enough trying to carry you..” you reached the guest room, helping Sana sit up straight on the bed.

“Y/nnnie… you look sooo prettyy..” she catches you, putting her arms around your waist, Sana looking up at you.

“U-unnie.. you’re.. drunk.. please.. control yourself..”

“But I’ve always found you so pretty…even if I was soberrr.. y/nnniee..” Sana reaches behind your back, starts to unzip the back of your dress, to which you gasp.. “u-um.. unnie..”

“Y/nnie.. can you let me touuuch you right now…? Please…? I Need you more than anything.” This was your friend, your co-worker! This was Sana! How are you going to deny such a gorgeous face. You nodded, allowing her to to take you.

She unzips the rest your dress leaving you in only your pretty black panties. Having Sana placing you to sit on top of her legs. Sana was really hard at this point, practically poking you. Planting a kiss on your stomach, and everywhere she could. Nibbling and bitting your neck, leaving cute little hickeys.

Kiss. “Shoo..” kiss. “Fucking..” kiss. “Pretty..”

You let out a few whimpers, the cold air of the room and Sana’s warm lips feeling your body, making you feel so good. Since Sana was drunk, her sex drive was pretty high, Sana was gonna show you no mercy in bed.

“Can I..?” She plays with your panties. You nod, giving her permission to play with your pretty cunt. She slides them off your thighs, amazed from the string of wetness attached the garment.

“Oh~ Looks like you’re pretty exited too..” Sana gently touches your cunt, feeling the wetness. “I really like seeing you like this y/nniee..” Sana giggles. She starts playing with your clit, making her way to your entrance. “U-unnie..” you moaned. If there’s one thing Sana knew, it was how to pleasure a woman.

Sana was a giggling mess, she loved seeing this side of you. Watching you squirm, with her fingers in you. She plays with your pretty pussy, plunging her fingers in and out, she kisses you, tasting the strong liquor taste of her mouth. How sweet Sana’s lips wore. You wanted more. Sana had you wrapped around her finger.

“He-hehe.. y/nnie.. can we try something a little different…?” Sana questioned. Your head tilted like a puppy.

“I’m a little needy too y’know.. mind if I finish you off with a little something..? Hehe.” She giggles and points down at her legs.

“Can sana pleashhe fill your pretty pussy with my cock..?”

Without hesitation you started undressing Sana. Sana got you addicted, You needed need her badly.

“Hehe you’re inpatient princess~”

Sana grabs your hips, slowly pushing you down on her cock as you squeaked.

“I-it’s so big unnie…” you gripped her shoulders. “Itsh okayy y/n.. you’ll get used to it..” she starts lifting you up and down on her, grasping your hips.. slowly taking you in, enjoying the feeling of your walls enveloping her.

“Y/nnn.. fuck.. you feel sho sho..good…I wanna k-keep you here forever.. f-fuck..”

Eventually, Sana started picking up the pace, your eyes tearing up from such pleasure, you scratched Sana’s back leaving marks. “I’m so close baaby..mmmh..please let me finish in you.. I really need to f finish please princess.”

You loved the way Sana begged.

“Y-yes! Yes! Unnie, please finish..”

The quiet room filling with loud skin slapping noises had slowly stopped, as Sana filled you up with her load, filling you, as she grips your hips riding out your high. “Y/nnieee..” the two of you were on the brink of passing out. Sana got you off of her cock, watching the spill of her load leak out of you, she moved on the left side of the bed, grabbing your waist, pulling her towards you and having you on top of her, cuddling your way to sleep.

The next morning Sana woke up, seeing you on top of her confused out her mind. “Y/nnie?!?! W-what..what happened..??? What happened to us…??? What did I do to you..???” You could only process so much, your body was so sore, and you were so tired. “Unnnnieee.. shut upp…” you went back to sleep nuzzling into Sana’s breasts. Sana just absolutely mind boggled on figuring out last nights events. Momo had knocked on the door of the room you two stayed in.

“Well, you two had fun last night.”

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bakugoushotwife · 6 months

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kinktober day twenty-eight: uniform kink

>>> all the hating bitches to the back i literally do not want to hear it!!! ttyl xoxo this is for more of my depraved self-ship needs

>>> starring: satoru gojo x curvy!f!reader >>> cw: established relationship, clothed sex, reader and gojo have three kids, breeding/pregnancy kink, uniform kink obviously i swear they tie in bear w me, spankings, doggy >>> wc: 3.6k >>> event masterlist:

it started out innocently enough. well, that’s a lie. it was not innocent, ever—though it wasn’t weird!! you guys are the same age, married for years–with children! it’s only weird when there’s massive age gaps, right? either way, he feels a daunting sense of guilt mixed with devious amounts of excitement shiver down his spine as you step around the corner.

the two of you have been pilfering through boxes all day, trying to clear out the bonus room now that the girls were old enough to have their own rooms. they were visiting uncle megumi while their parents rearranged the house to surprise them, but it seems you’ve gotten a little side-tracked walking down memory lane. the first box was full of pictures from school, some of your earliest moments with satoru memorialized forever in the stills. it does make you a little emotional to think about how far the two of you have come, the years spent together and the things accomplished side by side. these pictures tell your story; the first few days of school where you and satoru—then spitefully called gojo-kun—stood at opposite ends of the frame to be as separated as possible. satoru gives ieiri bunny ears and you’re hugging suguru’s arm–but the two of you are looking at each other. it’s clear to you now that you were trying to make each other jealous, but at the time you would have sworn to the heavens above that you couldn’t stand the man.

now satoru always had a soft spot for you, torturing you was all just fun and games to him—until you started dating a guy from the kyoto school. this, of course, was memorialized in pictures too. there teenage you stood, all dressed up for winter formal, grinning ear to ear as you pose for the camera shoko was operating. you can remember this like it was yesterday, standing in your dorm after exchanging your uniform skirt for an icy blue cocktail dress—you were more nervous for a certain someone to see you than you were to meet up with your date. you knew what you were doing when you picked the dress out, and its effect was clearly captured with satoru’s bulging eyes, red face, and gaping mouth in the background. you pass that one to your husband after taking a few good chuckles at it, remembering shoko turning around her little canon camera to show you the picture and how good you felt after seeing gojo-kun’s reaction.

he waves the picture in his hands, whistling in the same way he did as soon as that camera fell to shoko’s side. he looks at the picture with fondness, remembering it as the moment he decided to get serious about you. the warmth in his cheeks and jealousy squeezing his heart as your date came to pick you up had him reeling to come up with a way to stop you from going.

“he gonna make you go halfsies on dinner?” he calls after you, and embarrassment stung your cheeks. your date, just as petrified of gojo as he should be, shakes his head no.

“n–no, we’re going on full stomachs.” he replies, clutching a pathetic bouquet in his hands. gojo laughs. that bouquet was three dollars maximum, and you were a $30 arrangement at the least. and too cheap to take you on a real date? he shouldn’t be surprised, but he can’t help but press on at the horror on your face and the desperation in his gut.

“ah, daddy didn’t give you any money? i’ll pay you enough to get yourself a real nice dinner if you leave the lady with me.” he sings, holding out a few yen notes for him. you’re mortified, sure this was another one of his stunts to embarrass you— but your date was easily bought.

“but–”

“b-but–” gojo rolled his eyes in annoyance, slapping the money in his hand. “i recommend the sushi place on the corner.” he turns, beaming at you, slipping his arm through yours when the kyoto boy drops— without skipping a beat. “c’mon. i believe there’s a dance tonight?” he pulls his sunglasses down his nose a little bit to let you see the mischief and excitement swirling in his eyes.

you bite the inside of your cheek. you want to punch him in the arm–so you do–and then you nod. it sure took him long enough. “you better make this worth it, gojo-kun.”

he grins. “call me satoru and i’ll make it all worth it, pretty lady.” his voice is a low rumble in his chest instead of his usual light tone. it makes your heart skip a beat and that warmth burn on your cheeks again.

you never call him gojo-kun again. the rest is history–a viewable version with the many grainy phone selfies of dates and onslaught of school photographs and even an old camcorder with some footage of you practicing your technique on him made it to this spare room. you’re amazed at how nostalgic it all feels, pulling out a picture of you and satoru on graduation day. he’s smiling and pressing a kiss to your cheek—making the switch to a blindfold instead of his circular specs. his hair stands due to the fabric, but you liked the new look; especially when he pulled the blindfold up to wink at you and let you see his sunshine. he’s slumped over you, arms wrapped around your chest. you’re grinning, leaning back against him with your hands tucked into his hold on you. it’s a sweet picture—but you’re focused on the next few. you’re in the same position, but he sneaks his hand to the dip of your waist, then your hip, finally ending with a picture of you blushing from the invisible hand grabbing a handful of your ass. you pass those to satoru too, watching his expression as he flips through them, admiring the youth on your faces.

“god you made that uniform so sexy.” he snorts, eyes dancing over the way the black fabric clung to you. at the time, he wondered if you’d ordered it that tight just to taunt him, but now he knew there was no amount of clothes that could’ve hidden that bangin’ bod. he shakes his head as he remembers just how horny he had been–not that much has changed even after three kids and over fifteen years together. “had so many fantasies of you in that thing.”

you arch a brow, “really now?” you ask, clearly intrigued. you had seen the familiar bundle of fabric folded at the bottom of the box. “what kind of fantasies?” you purr, making the hairs on the back of neck stand up, the effects you had fifteen years ago just as efficacious now.

how honest could he even be with that answer? yes, back then—even as your equal, he envisioned punishing you as your sensei in that little skirt—oh the ways he would have defiled you in yaga’s classroom if you had let him. he’d wondered if you would lean into the slutty schoolgirl act, if you would call him sensei instead of daddy. or would you think that was too much given his current occupation. not like it was the uniform that he liked, just the way you looked in it—and the way it felt to be young and obsessed with you. his obsession has never wavered, its just had to become more subdued as you raise your children —wanting to be a good example and all, he’s nothing but a loving and proper man in front of them. buuuuut. they were with megumi for a few more hours. “what other kinda fantasies about schoolgirls are there, gorgeous?”

“you perv! gives gojo-sensei a whole new meaning.” you tease him, watching in sheer enjoyment as his cheeks darken a few shades and he crinkles his nose at you in embarrassment.

“only if you say it like that.” he mumbles in his defense. great, now you think he’s a sicko. he turns back to his box of collectibles, pilfering through what he actually cared to keep now—even though he hasn’t seen any of it since your oldest was born. it’s mostly to hide his shame as he continues to think about you in that little getup with that matured body of yours. he wonders if the material would stretch to accommodate your wider hips and fatter ass. he wonders if the stretchmarks you’ve developed from carrying his children would peek over the waistband of the skirt that’s sure to ride up a little due to your widened thighs. he’s so immersed in the thought of you that he doesn’t hear you slip around the corner to tug on the old outfit.

it certainly doesn’t fit the same, but it fits. there’s not a shred of modesty to be found– the once form fitting turtleneck top now a cropped version due to the strain from your chest. you hadn’t realized just how much your body had changed beside the obvious pounds on the scale and the marks on your skin—but your mid-thigh length skirt was now a navy mini, showing the dimples of your thighs and the bottom of your ass cheeks. you were no longer the girl from those pictures, but instead a woman who bears the beautiful changes of giving three gorgeous gojo’s life. your husband has always been a massive fan of what he calls “enhancements” to his favorite areas—loving the fluffy stomach for him to rub and the hips that fill his hands. he traces your stretch marks to soothe his racing mind at night, snuggling into your heavy chest for warmth and ultimate comfort in his free time. you know he’s only fallen deeper in love with you and it makes your heart warm with appreciation now that the differences between the young you and the current have been made so clear. you almost give up on the idea altogether, but your husband’s voice calls out for you, so you step around the corner before you can doubt yourself any more.

he was giving you the sweetest little face—holding up your youngest’s hospital baby blanket with only fondness in his eyes. that is until it registers, as his eyes follow your bulging chest struggling against the fabric, the sides of your hips spilling over the top of the skirt—barely covering anything at all. his face turns red and the blanket falls from his hands, back into the box from whence it came. oh the shame he feels as his cock processes this shock too—making him hiss at the sudden tightness in his pants, biting his lip as he looks at you. it worked on you then and you make it your bitch now, absolutely stunning him beyond words. and he’s never short on things to say. you look even better than anything his imagination drummed up for him. fuck, you are so sexy—you only get better with age.

the way he looks at you makes you feel like he’s falling in love all over again—eyes bouncing around your frame like he can’t make up his mind to settle on one area. your face burns under his amorous stare, but you fold your hands behind your back and sway to let him admire you. it makes your whole body warm and your cunt clench around nothing the longer he sits and stares–biting his lip, clearly in no hurry to end this moment. as beautiful as he makes you feel, you just can’t help but tease him slightly. you know he’ll pay it back in kind. “do you like it, gojo-sensei?”

“oh aijichan, can’t you tell?” he hums, eyes falling to his clear erection before they flicker back to you—overcast and darker than usual. he usually playfully calls you his lover, but the addition of the suffix lets you know how thoroughly he’s enjoying your little act. he pats his thigh, spreading his legs even wider across the luxurious office chair. you giggle a little bit, excitement flooding your veins as you walk over to meet him. how you swing your hips and flutter your lashes is not lost on him, in fact he feels the painful buildup pressing against your thigh as you sit sideways on his, looping an arm across his shoulders. “you were such a good little girl in school. i always wondered what it would be like to treat you like a bad one.” he offers, his voice a permanent purr when it comes to the naughty things he presses to your ear.

it sends a shudder down your spine, and you can’t help but press your chest closer to him in an automatic response. he hooks his hand around your waist, feeling the dip of your waist. he doesn’t miss the reaction—and he loves that you like it. his hand squeezes the fat on your hips, helping you off his lap before standing to full height to tower above you.

“then bend it over, little lady.” he suggests with a wiggle of his brow, pushing the office chair closer to you with his signature smugness. his eyes sparkle with an erratic excitement, gripping the back of the chair with a tight hold—leaving his impressions in the fabric. you giggle and lean over the chair as instructed. a giddiness floods your veins while he walks circles around you, humming approvingly. “i think ten should teach you your lesson, hm?”

you wiggle your ass preemptively and nod just to be safe. “yes sir, i think that’ll fix everything.” you purr, feeling one harsh spank to your cheek. it sends a jolt of excitement pulsating to your core, and you know that the results will be evident once he moves your skirt. the arms of the chair dig into your stomach—but it just adds to the sensation as he layers a few intense slaps to your ass.

“well?” he talks over your loud squeals and happy giggles. “aren’t you going to say thank you?” he hums, shoving your skirt up to your waist to expose the growing redness and incriminating wetness all over your bottom half. he chuckles fondly—you surely do impress. he hits you once more.

“yes–mmf-” you moan out at the stinging sensation. it’s so much more pleasurable on your bare skin, you can’t help but arch back into him, giving him such a beautiful view of your glistening hole and handprint-branded ass. he slaps it again, enjoying the recoil. “thank you sensei, feels so good~”

he kneads the irritated flesh a little in between the spanks–he’s not heartless, after all. you’re his wife, no amount of roleplay could make him forget the love that swells in his heart for you; especially with that beautiful ass of yours. “that’s seven—can you take your last three, naughty little thing?”

“mhm, i can take it.” you assure him, finding it wholesome and sexy that he still checks on you even if the dirty talk never skips a beat. from the way you wiggle your bruising ass for him, he knows you’re loving this. he cups his hand under your pussy just to check even though your shiny thighs tell him all he needs to know. he’s delighted when your essence coats his hand anyway, giggling with schoolgirl excitement. hey, that’s your part—

“seems the punishment’s only making you badder.” he hums in approval, hurrying his last few spanks up in order to finally have you. he makes them count though, loud and stinging worse than a wasp—though you can’t recall the last time a bee sting made you feel that good. he can’t remember the last time you two had the house to yourselves, and he planned to put that all of that alone time to good use. you scream out and shudder at the delicious agony, tossing a look over your shoulder to see the sheer pleasure on his face–tufts of hair hanging over his vivid eyes. “seems we’ll just have to move onto something that suits you, aijichan.”

you clamp down reflexively at his statement, nodding to your undetermined punishment, if such a thing existed under your husband’s treatment. he frees his erection with a little grunt of relief, sliding it through your sloppy lips instantly. he sighs at the feeling—but you whine at the lack of relief. the fire in your gut was burning so hot—you couldn’t take any more of the waiting.

“aw, what is it, little girl?” he mockingly pouts with you. “so needy for your sensei you could cry?” he arches a brow–sheathing his impressive length into the hilt without any more wasted time. he closes his eyes at the feeling of you, just as tight and warm as the first time he had you. it’s wild to him how three kids haven't changed how amazing it is to have you wrapped around him.

you do cry out at how perfect he fits inside—curving into every gummy spot that needs him with hardly any effort. the sound you make is like music to his ears. you haven’t been able to be this loud since ieiri took the kids to the beach for a weekend four and a half years ago—and that’s how your youngest happened. not to say you haven’t been intimate since, just more…cautious and certainly more quiet. but that does give him an idea.

he starts to move, grabbing a decent handful of your hair to make a handle out of, pulling you up into a pretty arch. “got one more in you, princess?” he coos, leaning over your body to give you short but powerful thrusts. you can tell from his tone and your regular nickname that playtime was over—he was too consumed by the feeling of you coupled with the undying love you bring out of him to keep up the pet names, but he could succumb to the flash of memories flooding his brain. falling in love with you, making you his for the first time which was also the day he decided he wanted to spend the rest of his life with you. he can see the day you played strip uno—which was something he made up just to be cheesy. he remembers your wedding day, you looked so beautiful and were already a few weeks pregnant with your first baby together–your son. god, the memories of you swollen and whiny—

“i—are you serious?” you giggle, a little out of breath from the rigorous way he rocks into you, keeping your asscheeks separated so he didn’t have any resistance. you knew what he was asking, and you know your heart flutters at the idea of having another one despite agreeing to stop after the ones you have. “i thought three was all you could handle?”

“i changed my mind. wanna see you big again. i miss it—’nd i can handle anything.” he says in between the sound of his balls hitting your ass. you can hear the pout in his voice, “you don’t want one?”

“didn’t say that.” you struggle to form responses, knuckles turning white as you grip the desk in front of you. “just wanted—to be sure—you’re sure!” you squeal with every bruising thwap to your cervix, eyes scrunched shut. you’re almost so gone you might just agree to anything, but the idea of one more pregnancy, one more addition to the family, one more round of being endlessly spoiled as you wait for another gorgeous baby to arrive—it doesn’t sound so bad. it sounds perfect actually, and his words only egg you on. you clench around him in spasms, nodding. “gimme–”

he chuckles wildly in pride. he would say he loves bully-fucking you into getting his way, but he heard you on the phone with your girlfriend the other day. you were missing that feeling of a new baby as much as he was—and he’s here to please. he moves your hips back to meet his, ass bouncing at the force. your squeals slip into screams and he’s fucking you as hard as he can in order to get more of it: of the sounds, the feeling of your womb keeping him from going any further, the way your pussy flutters around him to tell him you’re so close to cumming—everything was sending him reeling.

“cum for me first—then’ll give you everything you want, baby.” he encourages, giving you a cocky, “yeahhhh that’s my girl.” when he feels you coat around him—gasping out moans as your legs wiggle and jump. it’s not long after that that he’s gripping your hair even harder, balls drawing up close to him just to spurt his seed as deep as it will go—hoping that his sperm is still just as successful as it’s been known to be. he helps shove it deeper with a few more rolls of his hips, to which you shiver and whine due to oversensitivity.

he pats your ass affectionately, leaning over you again to kiss your cheek as you both sit in the moment and try to catch your breath. he lets your hair fall from his fingers and gently brushes it out of your face, grinning his usual giddy grin. “you’re even sexier now, you know? feel like it’s every day, but even teen satoru would—”

“allllllright thank you, honey, that’s sweet.” you chuckle, shaking your head as he pulls out. he scoops you over his shoulder and shakes his head.

“whaaaaat–you’re a fucking milf–” he slaps your ass playfully as he sashays toward your room with you. “that i still have–mmm forty-five more minutes give or take to knock up again.” he guesstimates, tossing you on the mattress and crawling over you—determined as ever.

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mrskokushibo · 6 months

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Synopsis: Yoriichi visits nearly daily, but he is too shy to get closer to you. It's time to take matters into your own hands...

A/N: This fic is a part of Kinktober'23 Collaboration.

Prompt: Size Kink

Warnings: Smut. Sex. Romantic sex. Size kink. 18+

Wordcount: 1.9k

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The afternoon sun was warming the ground, the residue heat radiating onto the engawa, where you and Yoriichi were seated next to each other, sipping tea. The delicate scent of jasmine was carried with the steam rising from the teapot and you felt relaxed and at ease. Well, it was not just the tea that had that effect on you, but also Yoriichi’s presence which was one of infectious peace and serenity.

The tall man held the dainty cup in his large hands, making him look like a kid at a play tea party. In the corner of your eyes, you were observing how delicately his long, sinewy fingers, handled the intricate thin porcelain cup. Amusing would be the right term to describe the sight, if it wasn’t for other, less wholesome emotions that it provoked in you.

He was a sizeable guy, well over a head taller than you, with a powerful build and an imposing presence. And yet, he was also the gentlest and kindest human you ever met. His face was so handsome that it was almost angelic and, in a sense, reflected his inner beauty. But his features were by no means feminine because that gorgeous face was set on a thick, muscly wrestler’s neck, and his voluminous hair covered up a pair of slightly larger, masculine ears, softened only by his long Hanafuda earrings.

And those eyes, oh those eyes. You could drown in them, like two bottomless maroon suns lighting up his face and pulling you in, to nevermore give you a respite from their addictive rays. Having him this close to you, made you often wonder what it would be like to get truly close to him. To have him just to yourself, behind locked doors. That longing grew stronger with every one of his little casual visits to your parent’s house.

He put his cup down and placed his large hands on his thighs. You could perceive the outline of the bulging muscles covered by his hakama. Your eyes lingered a little too long on the sight and when you raised your gaze to look up at him he was watching you with a stoic, but slightly embarrassed expression.

‘I guess I should be on my way.’ He spoke as he slowly stood up.

You followed suit and soon enough could once again admire his full height, having to almost tilt your head back to look up at him. Simultaneously, you took his hand and spoke in a hushed voice.

‘I would like you to stay.’ You blushed and looked down, but then gathered your courage and looked into his eyes again.

‘Come with me.’

He was so startled by your sudden assertiveness that he followed you without any protests. Your parents were in town and would not be back until evening, hence there was no one, apart from serving staff that usually kept to themselves, to interrupt your passage through the empty hallway and to your room. You slid the door open and led him inside, making sure to slide it closed behind you.

‘We shouldn’t be here alone. It is…inappropriate.’ A faint blush was now spreading across his otherwise pale cheeks.

‘But this is exactly what I want. To be with you one on one, in private.’ You spoke softly while running your hand along the hem of his kimono and down to his obi. His eyes followed the movement of your hand and when your hand stopped its short journey, he looked at your face again.

‘We should wait until…’ He didn’t want to say it, but it was there on the tip of his tongue.

‘Until what, Yori?’ You teased gently.

He swallowed. ‘Until we are, well, more official.’

‘But…don’t you want to test the goods before you make such a big life decision? What if you don’t find me, well, to your satisfaction…in bed?’ You could not believe yourself that you actually said that, but you did, the words literally just slipping from your tongue.

‘I do not need to “test the goods.” You are amazing in every way. How could “this” be any different.’ He made an awkward gesture toward the futon.

‘Alright then. I will put it like this for you.’ You moved closer to him and stood up on your toes, your hands on his chest, and you whispered, lips close to his.

‘I need you. I need to feel your touch. I have been craving this ever since we met.’

His expressionless, gorgeous face was slowly gaining a reddish hue, he did not move, but you could see something different in his eyes. They were growing darker, clouding over, with what you knew very well, was pure, uninhibited lust. It was only his self-control, gentle character, and impeccable manners that held him in place.

He sighed. ‘If you so wish then I will not stop this. I want it, too.’ His melodic, deep voice, was muffled by desire.

You smiled and nodded and began to undress him. You savoured every moment of it, the anticipation of finally seeing him naked was burning you to the core. Standing there with throbbing and leaking pussy, you could barely hold yourself sane. Slowly, you were untying his obi and as soon as that was out of the way, you untucked his kimono from under the hakama, opening it slowly and sliding it off his broad shoulders. He was standing still, like your very own, personal doll. A huge, sexy doll, just yours to play with. His shyness, for now, was stopping him from taking any initiative and instead, you kept on with your exhilarating task.

With the kimono out of the way, it was only the hakama and the thin, white hadajuban, a kimono-shaped undergarment, that separated you from seeing Yoriichi in his full glory. So, you kept going, untying the little hime holding the thin cotton sides together. You swallowed before proceeding to untuck and open. You felt like a kid on their birthday, opening that one special present, that they anticipate being the exact one they have been waiting for.

With burning cheeks and shaky hands, you peeled off the final layer, removing it with a drawn-out motion off his torso. You could feel your knees go weak at the sight that met your eyes. The sheer size and definition of his muscles gave you the shivers. Soon, you were about to have all that so close to you, the vision of him positioned between your legs and crawling on top of you, was driving you insane with arousal.

You placed your hands on his chest, indulging in the feeling of stretched, smooth skin, covering the rippling brawn underneath. You stood up on your toes once again and pulled him gently into a kiss. This time, he finally took action. His hands grabbed gentle hold of your head and he reciprocated the kiss with soft lips. You thought you would literally melt, his kiss was this perfect. You could hardly believe that this shy man possessed such skill, but oh he did, much probably thanks to his transparent world ability. Your tongues were swirling, and you let your hand wander down to the front of his hakama. He was hard. Fully erect, in fact, sporting a size that took you aback, wondering how will ‘that’ fit into your quite small hole.

While you continued the kiss, you untied the belts of his hakama, letting it drop to the ground, it was first now, that he began undressing you, with gentle hands untying your obi and then peeling off your garments layer by layer.

You now stood in all your naked glory in front of each other, bodies ready for the awaiting act of love and souls already fully entwined. While continuing the kiss, he began guiding you toward the futon. There was no going back now that you awakened the man in him. His large chest heaving, his eyes dark with lust, and strong hands exploring every inch of you.

The futon was now behind you and he directed you to lie down, him following suit. You could not believe this was happening. This tall, gloriously handsome, and strong man was now shamelessly spreading your legs and leaning himself over you. His lavish red-brown hair cascaded onto your breasts and belly, and you ran your fingers in awe through the thick, enviable locks. You looked into each other’s eyes, the attraction between you like a strong electrical current, causing your bodies to take the reign over your now completely blurred minds.

‘Are you ready for me?’ His deep, enticingly masculine voice wedged into the silence.

‘Yes…’

The butterflies in the depths of your core were fluttering with full force when he raised himself on his knees, lining up his impressive manhood with your visibly soaked entrance. He placed his hands on your plush hips and lifted you up a little onto his thighs. With his gaze locked on yours, he started to push into you. The sensation was beyond description. It was as if everything around you ceased to exist and the pleasure he was giving you was becoming one with your senses. Already now, with only a couple of inches of him inside your pulsing center, you knew, that this was something you could no longer be without. Call it love, addiction, but whatever it was it was engraving itself into your body and soul, making it his temple.

He lowered himself over you, placing his huge arms on each side of you for support, elbows, and forearms on the futon so that the full length of his tall body was in contact with yours. This closeness was dizzying, but you also felt a safety and belonging you never experienced before. This was total surrender, you wanted him in you for all eternity. His full length and girth were now gliding in and out of your drenched core, his hips grinding into yours to full contact.

With every slow thrust, the coil inside you was winding up, throbbing pleasure so powerful, that you could no longer control your moans. You were becoming loud as he worked away in silence, only the strained breathing disclosing the severity of his actions. Soft kisses were being placed on your neck and lips. Occasionally a large palm made its way to the softness of your breasts just to disappear again for support so desperately needed to enable the increasing pace and strength of his hips pumping into you.

When the coil finally burst, you exploded in an orgasm that washed over you like a tsunami. The months of longing and daydreaming amassed to this very moment of pure and majestic ecstasy. It seemed to have lasted for ages, your spasming muscle gripping him tight like a vice, as he continued to move on the way to his own release, which came only a couple of moments after yours. He was quiet all through his climax, but the violent and repeated contraction of his abdomen was a testament to how hard he came, filling you up with the build-up seed from his large balls.

You kept kissing, fucking, and exploring each other for hours that day. Until the late afternoon came and it was time for him to leave. But from now on, your meetings would no longer be about polite tea drinking and idle chat. And you looked forward to them with every inch of your body.

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Tagging: @doumadono @muzansfangs @yoriichiskatana @ask-yoriichi @sunandflame @tired-writer04 @muzanswaifu

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bitchinbarzal · 8 months

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What you left behind | A Fantilli

based on this ask

You’d heard them talking about you at the Hobey award ceremony.

“I feel bad acting like everything’s ok! Y/N has no idea”

“Adam should’ve told her before she flew all the way out here”

“I can’t believe he’s breaking up with her”

Your heart dropped and you walked away before you heard anymore. You sat throughout the whole ceremony with a wary smile.

By the end of it you had excused yourself on account of not feeling well. You were so ill and knew fine well why but now this was making you feel worse.

When Adam did return to your hotel room that night, bustling around while you faced the wall in the darkness you were deciding if you wanted to address the situation or not.

It wasn’t until he got into bed that you spoke

“I know you want to break up with me”

Adam sighed and turned on the bedside light “Babe it’s not you-“

“Do not say it’s not you, it’s me! God, Adam I thought we were better than this!”

“I don’t want to hold you down while I’m away!”

You were now stood up from the bed “You want to go to Columbus! It’s like four hours from Ann Arbor!”

He groans “I could end up literally anywhere and I don’t, I don’t want to drag this relationship with me while I’m starting off in the NHL!”

You gasp lowly “You think this relationship is a drag? Adam there’s something-“

You were crying now, getting yourself upset thinking about how your entire world was crumbling around you.

“Listen let’s just call it ok? You’re clearly getting upset and-“

You laugh ironically “I am getting upset because my boyfriend is breaking up with me and I’m trying to tell him I’m p-“

“I get it, you’re pissed but I think this is for the best I’m going to stay in Luca’s room for the night” Adam finishes, almost infuriating you as he picks up his hoodie and phone before kissing your forehead and leaving the room.

When the door clicked shut you sat down on the bed and let out a shaky breath and placed your hand over your belly “It’s just me and you kid, eh?”

You were packed up and gone before Adam got back to the room the next morning, leaving him feeling somewhat disappointed.

He had tried to call but you’d blocked his number. Eventually he gave in and stop trying to contact you to apologize for how it all went down.

You on the other hand were too busy in the summer break preparing for the baby’s arrival in november.

It felt weird being home all summer. Typically you’d be spending your time split between vacations, lake houses and this year was supposed to be spent by Adam’s side as he was drafted.

Now you were knee deep in baby sleep suits, stuffed animals and diapers all needing to be organized into boxes.

The summer was hard, you’d been contemplating not going back to college now you would ultimately be single parenting and how difficult that was going to be.

It had taken a lot of thinking but you knew you couldn’t give up on school, not now you were all your daughter had.

The new school year looked a lot different. You’d moved out of dorms with your best friend and into your own apartment, you’d dropped out of your position as social admin of the hockey and lacrosse teams and even changed some of your classes to better align with better paid positions post graduate.

It only took the boys a day to notice your absence from the team.

“Where’s y/n? There’s no way she left us because Adam broke up with her!” Dylan whined as the team got changed after their first practice.

Luca just shrugged “I haven’t seen her, I don’t even know if she’s back this year”

“She wasn’t in our sports management class this morning” Mark adds “And her best friend has a new roommate”

Luca then became a little concerned. He’d gone from seeing you all day, everyday to not even knowing where you were.

That was until that evening at Tony’s, the pizza place you, Adam and Luca would go every Tuesday. It seemed as though you guys were keeping to the tradition as you both stood in line to order your pizza.

“Y/N?” You froze hearing his voice, slowly turning around with a coy smile

“Hey Luca” You reply sweetly, not missing how his eyes were now glued on your now seven month pregnant belly.

“Hey so-“

“You’re pregnant?”

You tut “Yeah it looks like it” you joke “so don’t judge when I tank a whole pizza alone I’m technically eating for two”

He softly laughs before he asks “Is it Adam’s?”

You can’t hide it and you know it so you nod “Yeah, it is”

You expect Luca to yell at you but he doesn’t. Instead he grumbles “and you didn’t tell him?!”

His anger takes you back a little and you sigh sadly “I tried Luca”

“Not very hard!”

The tears started the gather in your eyes as you thought back to that night you and Adam broke up and you tried to tell him about your little baby girl.

“Luca You don’t know anything ok? I tried to tell him but he was too busy breaking up with me! You know what Lu, pretend this interaction never happened!” You scoffed, taking off out of the restaurant.

Only five minutes after you got in your apartment the doorbell rang and you waddled to the front door, very unamused and hungry.

On the other side of the door stood Luca holding your order from Tony’s.

“I’ve got pizza?” He smiled and you gestured him in.

The two of you ate the pizza and garlic knots in silence until Luca asked

“Is It a boy or girl?”

You wiped your hands with a napkin before you said “A little girl”

He smiles “and you’re due?”

“November, middle of November”

He nods before he reaches across the table to squeeze your hand “I’m really sorry you’ve done this alone, but I’m sure Adam would want to know he has a daughter”

You retracted your hand from his and scoffed “He didn’t want to be ‘held down’ Luca! His words! So no, I’m not telling him because when I tried, he shut me down so this is his loss!”

Luca wanted to fight you, to stick up for his little brother but he knew better so he gave in. He knew which battle he wanted to pick

“Can I… can I be in her life? She is my niece after all I want to be in her life”

You softened “Of course you can Luca, you can be as involved with her as you want as long as you don’t tell your brother”

Luca reluctantly agrees and so he begins a part in this secret.

Over the following weeks he spent nights over at your house, helped you set up the nursery and was helping you study in your new classes.

He’d slowly stopped speaking to Adam as the secret was getting harder to keep and Adam had noticed.

When Luca didn’t go to Columbus with the rest of his family for Adam’s birthday, Adam knew something was wrong.

So when I’m November the blue jackets played Detroit, Adam, Nick and Kent took the trip to Ann Arbor to watch their old team play.

You wouldn’t have gone to the game that night had you known he would be there but it was too late. You saw him in the crowd. You’d been sitting in a seat, wearing Luca’s jersey so nobody else on the team could see your bump when you spotted Kent closely followed by Adam.

After that you made a mad dash out of Yost, but not before Adam saw you.

He watched you leave, watched you walk out and never said a thing. He had conflicted feelings about seeing you again. He knew it was a possibility but he didn’t know for sure not after his friends told him you’d basically distanced yourself so far from the team, what caught his eye though was his brothers name and number on the back of your jersey.

After the game Adam found his brother outside the locker room

Luca looked surprised to see him, looking around cautiously for someone else by the looks of it “Adam, what’re you doing here?”

“Dropping by to see the team, what’s wrong? You seem on edge? Looking for someone?” Adam wasn’t sly with his questions.

“No I just-“

“Not my ex girlfriend? Not Y/N? Who left by the way”

Luca looked panicked “you saw her?!”

“Yeah i saw her leaving, wearing your jersey! Dude are you fucking y/n? How could-“

Luca scoffs “I’m not fucking her!”

“Well what’s going on? You haven’t come to visit, we hardly talk, she’s walking around here in your jersey and you seem really agitated about her right now so cmon dude spill it! I’d rather you just told me straight but I’m gonna be mad you know I’m still in love with her!!”

Before Luca can even defend himself and you, his phone starts ringing. It’s you.

As soon as he picks up the phone he can hear you crying “what’s going on? Talk me y/n”

That peaks Adam’s interest.

“I fell Luca! I fell and I need to go to the hospital I’m bleeding-“

“I’m coming, I’m coming just hang in there you guys are gonna be ok is the ambulance there? Ok just go and I’ll meet you at the hospital”

Adam is traipsing behind him still demanding answers when Luca shouts “Just get in the car Adam! I don’t have time to deal with you right now”

Adam can feel Luca’s stress and it’s confusing him, a lot.

When they arrive at the hospital he finally asks “Why are we here? What is going on? Who’s hurt?”

Luca sighs, pinching his nose and just praying you’ll understand why he did it

“Y/N is pregnant” he states as if it was the simplest thing while Adam’s entire world just exploded.

He was still in love with you and you were having a baby.

“Is It yours?” Adam asked “Because if it is I’m gonna let you call mom before I fucking kill-“

Luca holds his hand up to his little brother “The baby is yours”

Adam is going through every emotion possible at the moment, stuttering out “Why didn’t you tell me? She didn’t-“

“She tried Adam, the day you broke up with her”

He feels horrible, he feels heartbroken.

“And Why are we at the hospital? Do we need to go in? Is she ok?”

“She said there’s been bleeding, that she fell after the game. That could be bad Adam so just don’t go in there guns blazing when she could have lost her baby”

Adam’s heart breaks even further for his baby; who’s existence he’s only known of for a minute who might now be dead.

The brothers make their way up to the ward and ask for you to which the nurse smiles sympathetically “It’s family only, sorry boys”

Luca hurries “He’s the babies dad, she’s pregnant-“

“Actually, miss y/l/n had a turn in the ambulance after she was picked up by paramedics and she is no longer pregnant” Adam and Luca both gasped lowly, heartbroken when the nurse continued “She delivered her babygirl in the ambulance on route here. Congratulations dad, head on down its room 103”

The two shared glances before Luca patted his little brother on the back “You’re a dad, man!”

“I’m a dad…” he repeats, almost in disbelief.

When Adam got to your room and walked in you were laying in the hospital bed holding your little girl in your arms mumbling something to her. When you looked up and saw Adam the smile on your face dropped

“What’re you-“

“Is she ok? Are you ok?” He interrupted, walking over to you both.

You looked surprised “Luca told you?”

He nods “the cliff notes, we were in a rush”

You nodded understandingly “She’s perfect, all eight pounds of perfection”

You watch Adam step closer and closer to you both when you say “Adam, do you want to hold her?”

He nods, sitting down in the chair next to your bed and taking her into his arms. You watch them as Adam whispers sweet words to her.

“Hi babygirl, I’m your daddy”

When he finally puts her in her bassinet, Adam turns to you “I’m so sorry you went through this all alone, I’m sorry I didn’t listen to you that night and I’m sorry I just abandoned us… I regret it everyday”

You smile softly “Do you miss me?” It was a lighthearted jab but Adam grabs your hands, seriously and says “So much, everyday I’ve thought about what an idiot I was to let you go. The love of my life”

“Adam you really broke my heart, I’m not sure how I would’ve survived if it wasn’t for her” you say gesturing to the baby asleep next to you.

He squeezes your hands “I know and I can only apologise and beg you to understand I acted on stupid judgement. We could always make long distance work and you have never held me down ever, you make me a better person y/n, I guess now you both do”

Eventually around eleven your nurse manages to sneak Luca into your room. He fully expected you two at each others throats when he entered but instead he found you both sitting on your bed holding your daughter in your hands just adoring her.

“Hey guys, she’s beautiful y/n congratulations”

You smile “thanks uncle Lu”

“So what’s princess called?”

Adam looks at you to tell him and you take pleasure when you say “This is Lucia, her name is inspired by our role model. Both of us”

Luca crouches down by Lucia’s sleeping body and brushes his thumb over her cheek “Hi Lu, I’m your uncle Luca. I love You so much already and I don’t even know you yet”

Your head absentmindedly rested on Adams’s shoulder and he kissed the crown of your head and mumbled “My girls, my whole world”

#adam fantilli x reader #adam fantilli imagine #umich x reader #umich imagine

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sethsclearwater · 8 months

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Hi! Would you be willing to write some fluff for either Sam or poly!SamxreaderxPaul? If you're not, that's totally fine.

sam and paul would literally have the FUNNIEST dynamic ever💀💀

i not gonna regularly write for this pair but this was too funny to pass up😭

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"such a good girl," paul murmured breathlessly, gently running his hands up and down your thighs as you two came down from your orgasms.

paul had convinced you to sneak off into the bathroom while your other imprinter, sam, and pretty much the rest of the pack were in the living room of your house trying to create a new patrol schedule.

"you okay princess?" paul asked softly as he pulled his softening cock out of your pussy. you nodded as he pulled his sweatpants and boxers back on before grabbing a hand towel to wipe up the mess he made between your legs.

"felt good," you murmured as he got back between your legs. paul let out a breathy laugh as your comment before gently running the towel between your legs to quickly clean up his release.

"you should tell sam that, yea? let him know how good i just made you feel," he teased, both of you letting out soft laughs at his comment. despite sam's ignorance of paul's constant competitions he created in his own head, paul never failed to find something to compete with sam with.

"alright there we go," paul mused as he finished cleaning you up, quickly helping you back into your panties and shorts so the two of you could get back to everyone else, "you okay to go back out there?" he asked softly, cupping your face in his hand so he could scan you for any discomfort, knowing how emotional you could get after sex.

though, when you hummed and your expression seemed to match your tone, paul released you with a small smile, "that's my girl," he mused as he opened the bathroom door, sliding his hand down to your lower back so he could guide you back into the kitchen.

as the two of you stepped back into the living room, it seemed like everyone was taking a short break because sam was up and heading into the kitchen and everyone else was either lounged around the couches or eating something themselves.

"sam," you smiled when you saw him, immediately stepping away from paul and into sam's arms so you could hug him tightly.

sam pulled you into a gentle hug, pressing his lips to the crown of your head as he sucked in a deep breath before releasing you, "did you seriously just-" he started, sliding his hands up to grab your biceps so he could scan you up and down, "did he seriously just fuck you in the bathroom?" he asked incredulously, looking from you and then over to paul who had taken a seat on the couch with embry and quil and was cluelessly talking with them.

you blushed, immediately feeling a bit bad about your decision but sam was quick to shut that down, "you're okay sunshine," he reassured, pulling you back into a tight hug, "he knows he shouldn't be doing that with you," he grumbled as he rested his chin atop your head, slowly rocking you back and forth as he took a few deep breaths.

sam was always very against the idea of either one of them having sex with you when they didn't have time for proper aftercare, always paranoid that you'd end up in a bad headspace or experiencing a sub drop if they weren't careful enough with you. paul, although he was well aware of sam's concerns and agreed with them to a certain extent, always stood by his opinion that quickies in the bathroom weren't going to do anything to you.

"i'm okay," you whispered with a soft giggle, pressing a gentle kiss to sam's chest, "felt really good," you added, peeking up at him when he lifted his chin from your head to look down at you.

"felt good?" he asked teasingly, letting out a soft chuckle when you nodded and stood up on your tip-toes to press a quick kiss to his lips.

"mhm!" you hummed enthusiastically, "promise," you reassured, giggling when he rolled his eyes and pulled you back into his chest for a tight hug.

"you're gonna sit with me for a while then, right?" he asked softly before adding, "don't want you getting all worked up on me," he murmured, still clearly paranoid about the possibility of you experiencing a sub drop after your quickie with paul.

you nodded, refraining from rolling your eyes at his overprotectiveness, "promise i'll sit with you," you reassured, smiling when he released his grip on you in favor of sliding one hand to your lower back so he could guide you back over to the living room and you two could sit with everyone while they finished up the new patrol schedule.

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upsidedownmvnson · 1 year

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reader is insecure about big boobs | eddie munson

warnings: reader is insecure about big boobies :(

requested by anon <3

"What's left on the list, my love?"

Eddie Munson was a powerhouse of a boyfriend, always. Not in sheer strength, but just in general boyfriendiness. Today you guys were out and about in town, just running errands for you. So far today you'd gotten your haircut, went to the dentist, did the groceries for your house, dropped something off to your friend, and now you guys were at the mall, eating french fries and taking a little break.

Not once did Eddie get annoyed, bored, or impatient. He just followed along, performing finger drum songs in various waiting rooms while you were busy. In fact, you'd told him it would be boring but he insisted that he be your private chariot for the day.

You unfold the weak paper. It's been folded and unfolded this sheet so many times that it was just begging to fall apart. The blue pen was fading as if you hadn't written this last night.

You sigh, "just bra shopping."

"Best for last," Eddie grinned, rubbing his hands together.

Obviously, he'd never been bra shopping before. You had. You would spend the next hour trying on bras that don't fit and will end up paying forty bucks for a bra you don't even like, and barely fit into, like one weight flux and it would start gathering dust in your drawer.

But what are you supposed to do? They never have your size, and when they do they're neon pink, or have the same effect as a sports bra, and you already wore a sports bra enough. You wanted something sexy, something to push up the girls and say, "hey look at me! I probably don't have stretch marks from being pulled down to her belly button all the time!"

But you do...

You felt the tears welling up in your eyes before you could even say anything else. Bra shopping is the worst and you'd already had a long day.

"Hey, hey," Eddie said softly, recognizing the overwhelmed look in your eye. He stood up and shimmied around so he could sit beside you in the booth. "What happened? What's wrong, Petal?"

"Maybe we should just call it," you said, wiping at a tear that managed to sneak out. "And I can do this tomorrow."

"Wouldn't you like to just get it out of the way? I can help you real quick and then I can take you home, we can set up a movie night and just relax the rest of the day? How's that sound?"

It sounded really good. And the way he spoke softly and kindly reassured you that he's got your back, and he probably wouldn't even laugh at you if you told him the truth, which you were considering. Maybe he could even help?

"What if I can't find anything?"

"Then I'll take you somewhere else."

"What is they laugh at me?"

"Then I'll burn the store down."

You laughed, and he smiled, putting an arm around you and pulling you into his side. He kissed the top of your head a few times before resting his chin on your head.

"C'mon Petal, tell me what's bothering you."

"Eddie, have you ever been bra shopping? I have watermelons strapped to my chest, nothing fits! And when it does it gives me uniboob. And uniboob even costs like a thousand dollars - and even then, I'm- I'm..." you sniffle, trying not to cry in the middle of the food court.

"Baby..." he cooed, holding you tightly. He didn't care if people saw the pda, he would comfort you when and where you needed it. You couldn't see his face, but where you imagined him cringing, he was just smiling sadly. He hated that you felt like this. "I wish you saw what I saw."

"I wish you felt what I felt," you said. "They're literally weighing me down."

"I have a solution."

"That's not you just holding them up all day?"

"I do not have a solution."

"It's just frustrating."

"I know baby," he said, "Can I just... I don't want to make it worse but baby, you are so gorgeous. Top to bottom, just perfection. I know you might hate them, but personally..." Eddie sighed, you were still smushed into his chest, but pulled away to see his face. He pushed his own chin into his neck to look down at you, but somehow still looked ridiculously beautiful. He grinned. "Personally I like when they spill through my fingers."

"Eddie!"

"What!? It's so true, there's so much to grab. To kiss. Ugh, just suffocate me with them so I can die happy."

You giggled, "Okay you win for now. Let's go do this - but if I need to talk to an employee I'm making you do it."

"Deal."

As you gathered your stuff, Eddie watched you. Honestly shocked that someone as beautiful as you even found time to bother with insecurities. He would do literally anything to make you see yourself the way that he sees you.

He takes your bags, holding the girly shopping bags with no hesitation or problem.

And he says, "but I can help you hold them up later, right?"

#eddie munson #eddie munson fic #eddie munson fanfic #eddie munson imagine #eddie munson x reader #eddie munson x you #eddie munson x fem!reader #stranger things fanfiction #stranger things fiction #stranger things fic #stranger things s4 #stranger things #stranger things 4 #eddie munson blurb

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meetmypointlessaddiction · 7 months

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Joel Miller x f!reader: We Have Each Other

Summary: You and Joel haven't been together as much lately and you're feeling a little insecure. Warnings: Little angsty but is happy at the end, Joel being a softie, tears (?), reassurance from Joel Please let me know if I missed anything! Was feeling a lil bit inspired so came up with this. This had not been proof read so any mistakes are completely my own. Enjoy and don't forget to like and reblog so that the algorithm can do its thing. Words: 1,0k

You and Joel had been together for a while, meeting him when you quite literally bumped into him in a café. Joel had never given you any reason to feel insecure in your relationship and was always complementing, reassuring and praising you. However, after a few late nights at work for the two of you, that meant not seeing Joel as much which seemed to have worn down your self-confidence.

You had helped raise Sarah since you moved in when she was just six years old and Joel never denied how much of a mother figure you were to her, him being the one to reassure you after she had called you mom one night before bed. But after barely seeing the girl or Joel, you almost felt as if you had drifted from the pair.

You cut the engine of your car and unlocked the front door to the house, taking off your shoes before heading to the kitchen to get dinner started. What you had failed to notice was Joel’s truck on the curb and his muddy workboots sitting on a newspaper at the bottom of the stairs. “Hey, pretty girl.” He called from the stove and your head snapped up, lips turning up in a forced smile.

“Hi, Joel.” You could see the colour drain from his face and a gasp come from the eleven year old sitting at the counter. “What?” You asked, confused and Sarah just laughed.

“You used his government name. You never call him that.” She stood from her seat and held her hands up. “I’m gonna leave you guys to it.” She said, leaving and Joel walked towards you.

“Have I done something wrong, darlin’?” He asked and you shook your head.

“No, baby. No you haven’t done anything wrong. I’m just tired that’s all, slipped my mind. What’re you making?” You asked, letting him wrap his arms around your waist.

“Sarah wanted homemade pizzas but we can have somethin’ different if you’re not feelin’ it.” He offered but you shook your head.

“Pizza sounds good. I’m going to get a shower and change.” You told him, letting him kiss your cheek before walking up the stairs and heading towards your shared bedroom.

The hot water hit your neck as you rested your forehead against the cool tiles, trying to will the stress of your week away. Within five minutes of trying to let yourself relax, tears began cascading down your cheeks and you couldn’t hold back the sobs that erupted from your throat.

Your mind began to wander as you thought about all the possible reasons why you had become so detached to your little family. From there it only got worse.

If you and Joel split up, you would be alone. Joel’s family was your family and without them you’d have nothing. He’d have Sarah and Tommy and you’d be left all alone. A knock on the bathroom door broke you out of your thoughts. “Sweetheart? Everythin’ ok in there?” You couldn’t find the words to answer him and the door gently creaked open, your hands automatically coming up to shield your body and the frown reappeared on Joel’s face.

“Have I upset you honey? Ain’t no other reason to be hidin’ from me.” He walked closer towards you with a towel and opened the door, reaching in to turn off the water. “Come on doll, let’s get you dried.” He seemed to have noticed the redness and puffiness of your eyes because his frown deepened, if that was even possible.

“I’m ok, just tired.” You muttered but Joel shook his head, gently drying you off with a towel and pressing gentle kisses along your cheek.

“I think you’re a little more than just tired honey. And that’s ok.” He finished drying you off and helped you into a fresh set of pyjamas before sitting you on the edge of the bed. “Give me two seconds.” He walked back into the bathroom and returned with some of your skin care products and the hairbrush and a hair tie.

He sat behind you and worked his way through your hair, getting all of the tangles out before putting it into a loose braid and pulling you back to lean against his chest. “Can’t believe you’re all mine. Can’t believe I get to be yours.” He whispered in your ear, his hands settling on your lower abdomen. “You wanna talk about it?”

You shrugged and he nodded, ready for you to talk whenever you felt like it. Time passed by and Joel just let you lay there, content to have his heart beat thrumming a steady tune against the back of your head. “Just feeling a little down, that’s all.” You admitted and Joel nodded, giving you the freedom to continue talking if you wished. “I just missed thisl.”

“I know you feel like wanting all this makes you some kind of ‘needy’ partner but I need you to promise me you’ll tell me before it gets to this point. Even if you have to wake me up in the middle of the night so I can tell you how pretty you are or how beautiful you look.” He promised and you smiled slightly, still not feeling great.

“You ever wonder what would happen if we split up?” You asked and Joel tensed.

“Well I was under the impression that we were quite stable in our relationship so no I can’t say I do think about it. Why? Should I be worried?” He asked and you were quick to turn around and shake your head, hands resting on his arms.

“No! Joel I promise it isn’t that I’m thinking- I don’t want to break up with you and I love you. I just keep overthinking things and I realised that if we broke up, I'd have no one. I mean you have Tommy and Sarah but I’d have no one. You are my family so if I lost you, I’d be alone.” You whispered, tears welling in your eyes once more. Joel seemed to think over your statement for a few moments before he sighed and lifted you gently so that you were sitting facing him on the bed. “You gotta listen to me now honey, ok? Ain’t no part of me that’s lettin’ go of you that easily. You mean too much to the three of us to just let you go that easily. Don’t you ever say that you don’t got anybody because I can promise that you will always have me. We have each other.”

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inosukebakugo · 1 year

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Aggression

Rengoku x reader | cw: creampie, cockwarming, dirty talk, mentions of pregnancy | 18+ | ~3k

After a two week bust of a mission with Tengen, Rengoku comes home to you extra riled up

Full version of the teaser from last night! This is the first of many so I hope y’all like it. Since I already posted the first 500, the whole thing will be under the cut!

You were swinging your foot off the deck of the house, eating snacks with Mitsuri when the crow came flying around the building. Both of you recognize it immediately as your own. Earlier in the day, you sent him off to keep watch for a very notable head of flame coloured hair. With a knowing smile, Kanroji stood. Carefully she dusted off her skirt and packed the empty containers back into the bag she’d brought with. Kyojuro had been sent on a particularly difficult mission and the love hashira knew that her old master wouldn’t be able to relax with her there. He was always a gentleman, even when it physically hurt him.

As you waved her off, her watermelon hair disappearing down the road, it was time to prepare. There was no way you could know how Kyojuro would return to you. Sometimes he was gravely injured and other times he was furious when he returned. Luckily you knew all his different flavours and began making sure things were where you remembered them to be. The first aid kit was pulled out onto the nearby counter and the bed was turned down. You even made sure to pull out his favourite pair of sleep clothes in case he wanted them once he’d bathed. Speaking of, you were warming the water when your crow returned again. It would only be minutes until your partner arrived. Too eager, or too nervous, you rushed out to wait for him at the front door.

A sigh of relief left your lips as you laid eyes on him, at least he wasn’t limping or missing a limb. He was, however, covered in blood and filth and bruises. Kyojuro strode confidently through town with his hand resting on his katana. The man was usually smiling and cheerful but the townspeople parted for him as he passed, seeing the serious look in his eyes. You stood and waited as he made his way through the streets and up the hill to where your house was. After what felt like hours but was probably only five minutes, he was striding through the archway that joined the two halves of the fence around the house.

“Are you hurt?” you ask, hesitating to touch him until you know if he’s covered in his own blood or someone else’s.

“No,” his voice is deeper than usual. Dark.

He’s on you like a lion on his prey, reaching out to snatch you before you realise what’s happened. Kyojuro pulls you in and presses a searing kiss to your lips. He pours his last two weeks of frustration into it, gripping your hips so tightly that you yelp and cling on to his broad shoulders. You can feel his fingers digging in as you pull him back in for another kiss. This hadn’t happened before, you tried to remember to ask him what had happened later, for now you were just enjoying Kyojuro.

Strong hands pulled your feet off the ground and the flame hashira was carrying you back into the house. You busied yourself with unbuttoning his dirty uniform, pushing it off his

shoulders so you could run your hands across the bare skin of his chest. A few fresh cuts caught on your soft fingers. It made you frown. The large man almost threw you back onto your bed, crawling on top of you eagerly. He was already pushing up your skirt impatiently, a completely different beast to the Kyojuro you were used to but it wasn’t unwelcome. Usually he was gentle and sweet and you’d been trying to get him to let loose more. The bruising grip on your legs as he lifted them made you moan loudly.

“Sorry love, that mission was a waste of my time,” he growled. “Could’ve sent literally anyone else.”

“I don’t mind,” you offered, staring into golden eyes. “You can take it out on me.” “Good,” the swordsman leaned down to shove his tongue back into your mouth.

As he takes over your mouth, two of his fingers plunge into you and your nails dug into Kyojuro’s biceps. If he hadn’t been pinning your knees to your shoulders with his whole body, you would’ve been eagerly squirming. He swallowed down all of the moans and noises that left your mouth, barely letting you breathe. You’d already been wet from being manhandled by the door, he knew that he wouldn’t have to do much work to get you ready. Carefully, your hands let go of his arms and you tried to reach for the waistband of his pants.

“Don’t make me tie those hands out of the way,” the blond threatened, his fingers picking up speed and making you cry his name. “You’ll take what I give you.”

“I will,” you nodded eagerly, your hands going to your own nipples. “Please, Kyo~”

He cut off your begging by sliding down and adding his mouth to his efforts. The man still wanted to make sure you got to come once, he wasn’t a complete monster. Lips and teeth and tongue assaulted your quivering heat along with his fingers and it was only minutes before you were grinding into his face. So close to your release and suddenly Kyojuro was pulling his fingers out of you. You only whine until you see his hands move to undo his own pants and rip them off.

The one thing you’d wanted was in front of you. Kyojuro, filthy and deprived and naked above you, his thick cock rubbing between your folds and smearing himself in your wetness. Strong hands grabbed both sides of your hips before he pressed in. There’s no stopping him, the man fucking you at an even pace as he watched your tits bounce hungrily. A small part of him was still being careful. The drag of him slowly entering you before pulling all the way out was near torture. Trying to get him to really fuck you, your nails drag red lines down his back and you try your best to squeeze down on his with your walls. In return, one of his large hands comes up to hold you down by the neck. He doesn’t really choke you but the threat of it there only makes you needier.

“More Kyo,” you moan, your eyes and hips rolling. “Fuck me like you missed it.”

“All I thought about for the past two weeks,” he leaned down and nipped at your earlobe. “Was your fucking pussy.”

“Do you want me to do it myself?” she challenged and saw her lover’s eyes darken with anger again.

“Am I going to have to make you shut up?” he did squeeze your neck and his cock inside you twitched as you gasped and nodded. “Good girl, let me wreck you.”

The blond picked up his pace, fucking you like an animal. The hand around your throat stayed but his other one shoved two of his fingers into your mouth. Eagerly, you sucked on the digits and preened at the filthy words coming from the man above you. Is it too big for you? It’s like you were made to take me. Fuck, you’re so good. He kept going, even as he felt you panting harder under his hand. Finally, he took his fingers from your mouth and slapped them against your cunt as it swallowed his cock. The sensation made you yelp. The hand from your neck moved so he could angle himself better.

“Are you going to come on my dick, gorgeous?” he challenged as he began using his slick fingers to rub at you clit. “Hmm?”

“Yes,” you moaned loudly, your hands twisting in the sheets. “Kyo, please don’t stop!”

“Come for me,” he demanded and slammed into you over and over and- you were coming undone beneath him so beautifully.

His name was a scream on your lips and you clamped down on him. Stronger than you, Kyojuro kept fucking you through your orgasm and black dots began to swim in your vision. As your eyes rolled into the back of your head, Kyojuro’s hips slammed into you particularly hard and several grunts spilled from him. He kept going until you were overstimulated and he spilled inside you. The moans that left the hashira almost had you riled up again but soon, he stuffed his length inside of you fully and leaned his sweaty forehead on yours. Now that he wasn’t moving anymore, you knew that he was done. Carefully, you wound your arms around him and pulled him even closer.

“So what had you so riled up?” you giggled breathlessly against his skin, pressing kisses to his collarbone.

“Uzui and his fucking priviledge,” the flame hashira blew a piece of his hair out of his eyes. “He gets to bring his three wives everywhere.”

“Well if you keep this up, I’ll be too pregnant to go on any missions,” one of your hands went up to his face and all of the aggression was gone, replaced with sated tenderness. “Not that I’m complaining. Maybe you should take tips from Tengen more often.”

“Oh he’ll never let me live that down,” his laughter shook you and you could still feel his length inside you. “Was I too rough with you, my love?”

“Not even close,” you giggled again, running your hands down his ribs. “You can do that to me anytime you want.”

“Can I do it to you again in the bath?” he raised an eyebrow at you, a hopeful look in his eyes. Testing you, he ground down into you again and grinned at the needy moan that came from your lips. He lifted you easily and carried you to the bathroom, making sure he was fully seated inside you again as he did it. “I’ll take that as a yes.”

“Kyo!” you yelped in surprise, clinging onto him. “Your jealousy is going to be the end of me.”

“As long as you like it,” he smirked before kissing you and bouncing you on his cock. Holding you up and displaying his strength while he fucked you made you drool. “I’ll make you a deal.”

“Anything,” you were already panting, unable to do much when he was holding you off the ground.

“If you help me wash up without getting up,” he nipped at your ear again, harder this time. “I’ll bend you over the edge of the tub.”

“I would’ve done it for less,” you chuckle weakly as he steps into the lukewarm water.

Carefully, you washed the dirt and blood from your lover as he played with you. It was no easy feat but you got to tease him back for once. He was clearly enjoying the view of you worshipping his body while his whole cock was inside you. How he was still so hard, you assumed he hadn’t even touched himself while he was gone. The squeezing and grinding of you certainly kept his interest as he watched you work. When he deemed himself clean enough, Kyojuro pulled out of you suddenly. There was only a second for you to whine and complain before he turned you and shoved his throbbing cock back inside you. His first load of cum was helping lubricate you and you had to bite down on your hand to muffle your drawn out moan.

Kyojuro still heard. He leaned down, his chest pressed against your back as he draped himself over you. Calloused hands roamed your body, touching and squeezing wherever he wanted. You were pinned between him and the lip on the tub, unable to do more than wiggle your hips to try and take even more of his thick length. A dark chuckle came from him as he watched you struggle. He let you feel it, bucking against you deeper than he’d been able to reach before. The pleading that came from your mouth made it hard for him to be patient but eventually you said what he was waiting for.

“Please fuck me Kyo!” you begged him. “You’re so big, it feels so good.”

“Well since you said please,” he bit down on his own lip as he dragged his length out of you.

The way he fucked you was nearly feral. His hips snapped into you on their own and he didn’t give you much room to breathe. Hands left red marks on your hips to swat your ass as Kyojuro pounded into you. He filled you relentlessly. All you could do was cling to the edge of the bathtub and drool onto the wood as it bit into your skin. Behind you, the blond was taking in the sight of you. Bent over, stretched around his dick, dribbling his cum from the brutal fucking, he was almost ready to come again. You hadn’t objected for a reason the first time when he’d come inside you, you wanted to really feel it this time. The rhythm of his

thrusts was already frantic as he chased his own orgasm this time. You managed to slip one of your hands down to play with your clit and he didn’t stop you this time. Since your begging had worked so well, you decided to try it again.

“I want to feel you this time,” you turned your head to the side so you could look at him. “I want you to come inside me again, Kyojuro. Fill me up.”

“Holy fuck,” his head dropped to rest between your shoulder blades.

The grip on your hips went from bruising to crushing and the force he was pushing into you almost sent you falling forwards to the floor. Your palms pushed back against the tub to keep you upright as he finished. The deep, drawn out, guttural moan that ripped from your lover’s throat bounced off the bathroom walls and the inside of your head. It was a noise you’d pleasure yourself too next time you were apart. His cock twitched inside you and a pleasant, warm feeling spread through you. His cum kept pouring out of him, the head of his dick pressed firmly against your cervix. For a moment, you wondered if it was all just filling your womb but soon it was leaking out around him.

“Oh fuck,” Kyojuro swore as he pulled his dick out of you. “You’re a beautiful mess.”

His view of you was probably amazing as his hands returned to your skin, gentle now. Your ass up, dripping his cum into the bath, he thought about taking you for a third time. Instead, he settled on cleaning you up. Careful, he licked up your slit and grinned as you moaned again. He knew you liked his long tongue so he dipped it into you, tasting himself. The flame hashira had confessed once that he loved eating you out and he did not disappoint. Eventually his tongue was replaced with a few of his fingers and he sucked on the tender nub of your clit. The suction got to you and before long, you were spilling across his fingers and chin. Your thighs quivering, he ate you like a starving man as you orgasmed again. His fingers didn’t let up as your walls clenched and squeezed around them, pulling more moans out of you. Before long, you were coming down from the high.

“I’m going to need you to carry me back to bed,” you moaned weakly, your body slumping against the tub now that you were mostly empty. “There’s no way I can walk.”

“Good,” Kyojuro chuckled and pulled his fingers out of you so he could lift you again. “That was my goal when I got home.”

“You’re evil sometimes,” You curled up against his chest, his arm around your back tightening before the other arm swept under your knees and took you off your feet. “I like it.”

“I just had to listen to my best friend get laid every night for two weeks,” he said as he laid you down carefully. “How did you think I wasn’t going to come home and immediately want you?”

“I just wasn’t expecting you to be so aggressive,” you pulled him down into bed with you. “It’s a good look on you though.”

“Don’t get used to it,” he yawned. “I’ll feel bad about those bruises in the morning.”

“No, I liked it,” you settled back into his arms and he pulled the covers over both of your naked bodies. “Next time I ask you to fuck me like you mean it, that’s what I mean.”

“Let’s see if your tune is the same in the morning,” he snorted and tightened his grip on you. “I’m so tired.”

“Sleep now,” you pressed a kiss to the top of his head. “You certainly deserve it Kyo. I love you.”

“I love you more.”

#kny #kimetsu no yaiba #kny smut #kny rengoku #rengoku kyojuro #rengoku x reader #kyojuro x reader #rengoku smut #demon slayer #demon slayer rengoku #this was so good I had to go get laid #that is a true fact #and the reason why I didn’t post this until morning #my fic #one shot

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werewolf-witchboy · 11 months

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Rodrick Heffley X male reader

You and Rodrick are both emo, dumb, and queer. 💀

This is shorter than what I usually post.

Also, for some reason every time I typed "Rodrick" it always autocorrected to "Rodriguez" lmfao. I tried fixing it every time it did that, so hopefully there aren't any leftover "Rodriguez's" that I didn't catch.

You can't help but find it funny that Rodrick's mom busted him for having a porno mag, you teased him about it for weeks.

However, what you've just found in Rodrick's closet was a lot harder to tease him about. You didn't even think you should mention that you found it, you debated on keeping it a secret forever.

Rodrick had asked you to run up to his room to grab another pair of drumsticks for him, which he said was in his closet.

The drumsticks were nowhere to be found, so you had to dig around a little. Instead you found another porno magazine- which wouldn't have even phased you honestly, only what shocked you is that it's a gay porno magazine.

Rodrick was the type to make jokes about himself being into dudes, but you didn't actually think he was. After all, he has been your best friend ever since you moved to Plainview at the beginning of your Freshmen year.

You've both been through so much together; struggling through all 4 years of highschool as the wild emo outcasts, graduating, and forming the Löaded Diaper! You've even come out to him and told him you like guys, so you didn't think he'd keep something like that from you.

Maybe it's not that big of a deal. He probably didn't even know he had a gay porno mag amongst all of his junk. For all you know, it could have been one of yours that you left at his place.

Then again...why would you bring one of your own porno's to someone else's house?

You must have been taking forever getting the drum sticks that you originally came for, because minutes later Rodrick came through the door.

"You find em'? I know my closet is a mess, but-" Rodrick froze when you bravely showcased the magazine instead of a pair of drumsticks.

"Let me guess...this isn't yours?" You teased, mocking what he told his mom about the other magazine.

Rodrick stood up straight and cleared his throat, then strode over to snatch your find away.

"It is mine. Not like you should be surprised."

Well now your brain is malfunctioning.

"Um I am a little surprised, considering my best friend never told me he also likes dudes!" You try not to sound hurt, but it was kind of hard to hide your frustration considering you told him everything.

Rodrick legitimately looked dumbfounded and you tried not to laugh through your pout.

"What do you think I mean whenever I say shit like 'Kellin Quinn is my dream guy' and 'I'd kiss you if you'd let me'?!"

Your eyeliner smudged eyes are probably buldgeing out of your head right now.

"Um...I thought they were jokes?" Even as those words are coming out of your mouth you felt kinda stupid. For as long as you've known Rodrick, he's always said stuff like that.

Anyone also knows that Rodrick is never subtle when it comes to flirting, so you should have probably known that all of the random pickup lines he's used on you were most likely serious.

Rodrick's mouth hung open. "So you're telling me that I've basically just been hitting on a brick wall for 5 years?"

"i'M sOrRy! You know I have low self esteem! Whenever people like me I never notice because I don't think people will ever like me!!" Words all blended together as you spoke in a fast panicked pace.

Rodrick quite literally facepalmed.

You're lucky your obliviousness is cute or else he'd pumble you for talking down about yourself.

"I don't even know what to say right now." Rodrick was lost for words.

You awkwardly fiddled with your fingers, still sitting on the floor of his room in front of the closet. "If it means anything, I've had a crush on you for almost as long as I've known you." You puffed your cheeks out, feeling them becoming warm, probably turning pink.

Rodrick choked on his own spit. "iF IT MEANS ANYTHING TO ME???? HELL YES IT DOES!! How the heck you have a crush on me of all people?!" You looked down at the floor, kinda shocked that he doesn't understand why you'd like him.

"You're literally a hot emo boy who wasn't mean to me when I moved here. I had nothing before I met you, and you took me on so many adventures and showed me so many new things. I'm glad I met you, and it was hard not to fall for you."

It felt like you ranted a little too much, probably spilled a little to much and made yourself seem like a bit of a lonely loser without Rodrick.

You got a little scared when he wasn't saying anything. Your gaze lifted from the floor to meet his calculating expression.

His reply was simply just "can we makeout?"

aNd oF cOuRse yOu sAid yEs, and he tripped over his own shoes when tried to tackle you on the floor. The two of you ended up tangled together in a heated makout session that felt so satisfying after pining over each other for 5 damn years. You're both so stupid I stfg lol.

#diary of a wimpy kid #doawk #rodrick #rodrick heffley #x reader #x male reader #male reader #sfw #mlm #rodrick x reader #rodrick x y/n #rodrick x male reader #rodrick rules

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dotster001 · 2 years

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The 2nd Great Devildom Cuddle War

Summary: In which all your questions about Lucifer are answered, and the brothers realize that If he's going to play dirty, they have to play dirtier.

A/N: I planned to release this when I reached 200 followers, and got all my points written down, but hadn't finished it. I got home from work yesterday to 198 followers. So just imagine in the last couple paragraphs me panicking as I translate my brain goop.

The first war

Lucifer didn't need cuddles. He was independent. A lone wolf. Above needing the warmth of another. Quite frankly, he was embarrassed that his brothers had caused an all out war over something so foolish!

…

That being said….

…

You had returned to the Devildom, much to everyone's surprise. You'd literally fallen from the sky into Satan's lap. Not that any of the brothers were complaining. They'd all felt very lonely without you.

After all the chaos of your first dinner back at the House of Lamentation (had to be there), you were ready to go to bed. Luckily you wouldn't have to worry about anything! The cuddle squad was sitting together, looking pretty, waiting for the long awaited return of your cuddles.

You just had to talk to Lucifer first. He had asked you up to his room. When you arrived there, though, he looked up in confusion. Then a look of shock arose on his face.

"Oh, Y/N! Forgive me, I have some paperwork to finish before I can talk to you. Feel free to take a seat on my bed."

You tried to sit patiently, but he was taking so long, and the fire place bathed the room in such a calming light, that you found yourself drifting off. Pretty soon, you were sleeping like the dead.

Lucifer waited a couple moments, then moved over to his bed. He placed the blanket over you, then got in next to you. He didn't need cuddles. He just didn't want to move you since it was his fault you fell asleep here in the first place.

Meanwhile, the og cuddle crew was starting to get tired of sitting pretty and awaiting your return. They all had their suspicions of what had happened, but were scared of the implications if they were right. Therefore, it was easier to just push it down and wait for you to come.

Finally, Satan stood up angrily, and stormed off. The other brothers looked at each other anxiously, then nodded at each other and followed him.

Satan didn't even touch Lucifer's door. It disintegrated from the aura of pure rage that had taken over him. Him and the other brothers stormed into the room, just as Lucifer opened an eye.

He pressed a finger to his lips with a smile, and pointed at you, who was dead asleep. Normally, they would have respected your need to sleep.

"YOU SAID YOU THOUGHT CUDDLES WERE A WASTE OF TIME!"

"I'M LOSING OUT ON BEAUTY SLEEP RIGHT NOW! I'M GETTING WRINKLES!

"IF ANYONE GETS SOLO CUDDLETIME IT SHOULD BE THEIR FIRST!"

"IT'S NOT FAIR! YOU WEREN'T EVEN GOING TO GET US A SECOND BED!"

"Why? I don't understand?"

"IF I WASN'T SO SLEEPY I'D PUNCH YOU!"

Aaaaaand you were up.

"What's going on?" You croaked. Mammon made an attempt to scoop you up, but Lucifer pulled you impossibly closer.

"You know I don't care about your cuddle sessions with my brothers, but I feel that for tonight, you should stay here, lest they keep you up all night with their racket."

You gave a giggle, and patted Lucifer's arm. "You know, if you want to join the cuddle group, you just have to ask."

"Absolutely not. This is about your well being, not "cuddles""

….

Lucifer never asked for cuddles. He just took them. You had been in the Devildom for two whole weeks now, and still the only person who had been cuddled was Lucifer. He was a wily opponent.

The brothers knew that they could never win against him on their own. So they had a battle strategy meeting. By the end of the meeting, they realized that if they were to gain cuddles, they would have to give up some cuddles.

….

"I'm so excited! I've never gotten to participate in a cuddle pile before!"

"Now, young Master, remember you have to share with the others. You can't take all of Y/N's cuddles"

Four beds. That's what you were up to now. Out of nowhere, Diavolo, Barbatos, Simeon, Solomon, and Luke had all joined the cuddle crew. They didn't even live there. How did they find out? And when did they have time to get two more beds for the cuddle parties?

"Y/N, I made us some cookies we can snack on if we wake up in the middle of the night!"

"No sugar at nighttime, you know it keeps you up."

What you didn't realize was, behind your back, the brothers had been working overtime. Asmo had been dropping hints to Solomon about getting to cuddle his two favorite masters. Beel had asked Luke to join, and bring snacks, and of course that meant Simeon had to join. For Luke, of course. Not for him. Meanwhile, Mammon and Levi "accidentally" mentioned the cuddle pile in front of Diavolo, which led to him begging Barbatos to be able to participate, which meant Barbatos also had to come.

"Now, about that TSL spinoff series…"

"Go to sleep, Solomon."

Yes, the brothers had to share you with even more people now. But the look on Lucifer's face when he surrendered and wordlessly joined the cuddle pile was priceless.

And once again, peace descended upon the Devildom!

#obey me #om! leviathan #om! satan #omswd beel #om! asmodeus #om! mammon #om! belphegor #om! lucifer #om! solomon #om! simeon #om diavolo #om luke #om! barbatos

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