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#obey me bad end au
angelkissedface · 9 months
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we're still going!! here's the executioner.
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Honestly just thinking about how an Obey me! Soulmate AU would actually work and fit into the lore
But actually it's a character study on Lucifer.
Maybe I'll actually do a writeup sometime on how I think it'd work with the rules in universe but that day is not today and no, thanks but I'm not getting into the time travel stuff. Looking at you Barbatos.
Thinking about Lucifer going through thousands of years without meeting a soulmate and after getting increasingly frustrated about it, wondering why countless normal demons can find their soulmates but he can't, he decides to just pride himself upon the fact instead so he can stop feeling like shit about it. "This just makes me even more untouchable" he insists to himself reassuringly not wanting to confront his feelings of unworthiness or the mental dilemma this was causing him, a look of haughtiness looming over his features slowly. Then after countless years of pushing these feelings of unworthiness frustration down under layers of cold and distant pride he meets MC and it absolutely destroys his perception on himself everything about soulmates. It takes him a while to realize it, that they are in fact his soulmate but when he does it terrifies him. He used to be bitter at the fact he never had a soulmate but after years of carefully turning those feelings around as a way to cope with the increasingly true thought that he was unworthy, not good enough for another's love, not worthy of love at all. That he was not good enough to ever have a partner, a companion just for himself. (Not that he'd ever admit that out loud even if he was just alone.) so he could prioritize his duties and taking care of his brothers (not that he'd ever admit that to them) you suddenly just waltz into his life as if it meant nothing to you, like it was something you could just do, like it was no big deal and perfectly ok. A normal human just fumbling around. And suddenly instead of being able to just be bitter proud over not having a soulmate you're here. Now he has to face the fact that he is in fact worthy of love regardless of if he's perfect or not just as attainable as anyone else is and he hates it.
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vernith · 9 months
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# (i'm having a blast on honkai impact!MC tbh lmao). cw; fem!MC implied (usage of she/her pronouns, "the girl"). excessive hatred (to characters). Gaslighting (to characters). May be delusional (MC).Detailed description of death and torture. Spoiler for lesson 16 in OBM!SWD?. Minor spoiler for Honkai Impact 2rd manga 'n game (previous era). MC is based off of RIN of previous era in honkai. This drabble includes small changes of RIN and obey me! Storyline by me. Drabble written in third pov. Non-proofread.
RIN!MC, who first arrived in devildom was confused and scared; though she barely showed it.
RIN!MC, who miss her family more and more as time progresses. Although she have her demon companions in devildom; she missed her family more than anything.
RIN!MC, she who feel lonely even with the company of her friends in devildom. She who missed her big Sister the most.
RIN!MC, who was strangled until death by Belphegor, thrown from the stairs by his hands.
RIN!MC, who heard Mammon's wailing, Satan's curses, and most importantly, Belphegor's laughter of rejoice.
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The girl saw nothing. It was dark.
But she heard everything
She heard his laughters. his mockery. his amusement towards his own brothers reaction of what he have done.
She doesn't understand.
..Why? What have she done to deserve this? She just wants to go back to the human realm and meet her sister again, is it so hard?
She doesn't understand why.. why he would kill her without a second thought.
Then, light consumes her vision, the noises fades as she heard a woman's voice.
The woman spoke. But every words that was spoken fell into deaf ears.
She has yet to process everything. And the moment she does, the only words that she could mutter was; "shut up."
And then, her vision came back again. She's.. alive? She's standing somewhere in the hallway of the House of Lamentation.
The girl immediately bolted to the place where the murder- her murder happened.
The moment she arrived there, her gaze fell onto the corpse that is laying in Mammon's arm. And finally, her hands were given the ability to tremble in inner resentment.
That was her body. That is her body.
Her eyes widen, all noise fell into a cacophony.
She can't hear their shouts of confusion and relief. Belphegor's shouts of confusion and anger. She can't hear their voices.
The only voices that she could hear are those blaming them, those that urge her to get revenge, to pay-back.
This is their fault.
This happened because of their fault.
She was dragged into their family conflict, even though she never wished to.
She was taken away against her will from her home, to be here in hell, devildom.
This is barbatos's fault for assigning her to go back into time.
This is lucifer's fault for imprisoning belphegor into the attic.
This is Diavolo's fault for trying to change universe's way. Diavolo's fault for taking Belphegor away in the first timeline.
It was all their fault.
Her vision blackened. Their faces was no more. The only clear face that she could recognize was.. belphegor's.
All this time, she was unconsciously clenching her fists.
So hard, that her nails dig deep into her skin; tearing it and drawing blood as the red liquid drip steadily onto the floor.
Her breath quickened and she stapped back, away from the demons. Away from her murderer.
The brothers who were about to approach her froze and try to call out to her, concerned, shocked and confused by it all.
"[MC]? [MC]!? are you alright?!"
"Oi! What's wrong with ya?!"
"[MC]?!"
"[MC]!?!!"
No answer. All that they shouted is useless.
Her hands shakily reach up to her hair, clawing on it as she heard cacophonies of whispers, deafening everything else around her.
"You won't be letting his actions go unjudged, right? You have to teach him that actions have consequences."
"You want to pluck out his tongue for decieving you, using you, and laughing at you, Right? You want to rip out his hands and tore off his flesh, burn his bones until nothing is left for he has killed you with them, right?"
"You want to claw out that purple eyes of his for he has even dare to look at you with such mockery, right?"
"You want to tie that tail of his into himself right? Binding him the way he did to you."
"You want to make him scream and cry for his life, just like how he made you do that, right?"
"Then you can, and you will."
Her back burns. And a mitsudomoe mark engraved itself with ashen flames.
The mitsudomoe of corruption.
All is done, all is unwell.
Fate have revealed itself; and the girl's fate was inevitable. To be a vessel for the Higokumaru.
For the Herrscher of Corruption.
For her burning hatred.
And for what happens next was all a blur to her. raging flames of hatred and resentment consumed her being; devouring her surroundings as the nine-tailed fox, the herrscher of corruption awakens after milleniums of slumber within the black box.
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NOOO I JUST IMAGINED TIGER PET MAMMON WANDERING INTO A GRAVEYARD AND FINDING LILITH'S GRAVE BY ACCIDENT AAAAAA
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AHHHHH WAIT NO I DIDN'T THINK OF THAT!!! Gosh, imagine Mammon getting kicked out of his old home and wandering the streets because he's been replaced, and deciding that he should find Lilith's place because that was the only human who loved him, and instead he finds the graveyard and just.... eueueueue nooooo.
Mammon just, lays down in an alleyway after finding that out. Believing that no one could ever want him, of course, until you come around and see lil tiger Mammon and take him home.
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tarjapearce · 10 months
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Bad Teachings
College Professor AU! Miguel O'Hara x reader
Warnings: MINORS DO NOT INTERACT, Smut (I tried my best, I swear ;w;) Mildly dubious-con. Age gap implied
Hope you like 🥹✨
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The last semester felt impossibly harder, nerve wrecking and it was as usual chipping away the little social life you had. Not that you had many friends really, mostly of the people you hung out with, were people that always ended either paired with you or gathered in group works.
Sure you were invited to parties here and there, but nothing too concrete.
But right now, none of it mattered, as you sat before your teacher, Peter B. Parker, at the verge of tears.
"Look, I know it seems like you'll fail, but you still have a chance." He was packing up his things and then looked your way. " I know you care for the other classes, but this one is also important. I just can't help you out this time."
"It was just one assignment! Mr. Parker. One! I had none to drive me out to that place."
"What about your friends?"
"Just... Please?, This is my last class, I can't afford another semester here."
Peter was one of the few lax teachers out there that would help out here and there when he was able to. One of your favorites actually, contrary to what people said, he was a good teacher.
"I know, I know, kid. Just let me see what I can do ok? Im not promising anything, but I can try. Mr. O'Hara isn't that bad."
You groaned hopelessly.
"God, Im so dead"
"He's not that bad. He's all bark and no bite, I'm telling you"
"Not to question your decisions, Mr. Parker but from all the teachers you could've picked, why Mr. O'Hara?"
"Not up to me kid, administration's doing. Besides, I'll be gone just a couple of weeks. You'll do fine. I'll speak to him, okay?"
You just nodded, hope hanging on a thread.
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You were fucked . In fact, you could already picture your parents' mortified expression upon the news and the student loan could only stretch up so far . Miguel O'Hara was... brutal.
He took no shit from anyone, he had 'zero chill' or so you had heard among the other students that barely passed with him. However, you were learning what you needed and wanted to learn. He was demanding, but a great teacher.
"He's hot." One of your classmates admitted as you were gathered in study groups to do an assignment due in a couple of hours.
"I heard he's married."
"No, he's not. No kids, nothing."
"I heard his daughter died."
"He doesn't like talking about that, Jen."
You subtly glanced at him, so ever stoic, frowning and serious, checking and grading assignments like nothing. He was intimidating overall. Everyone behaved and actually studied when he teached.
Class ended shortly after you finished the study group. However you waited a bit longer when everyone had been out to submit your group's part. And also, probably have a chance to ask about your class status.
The first thing you couldn't help but notice was how snug the button t-shirt was on him, your nose detected a tingle of his cologne, His hair was long yet well kept and silky looking. Hell, he probably had a better hair routine than you. His hands movements were smooth and swift, as if they had memorized a pattern. He stopped and looked up to you. For being a man on his early forties he looked younger.
A chill ran down your spine.
"Leave it there." He went back to scribbling notes and you obeyed.
"Mr. O'Hara?"
"Hm?"
You sighed quietly, fearful he might sense your fear.
"Sorry to bother you, Um... I was wondering if-" you swallowed as he looked back at you with a slight frown in his face
"If Mr. Parker left any extra work for me?"
His brow raised in confusion
"I haven't seen Mr. Parker in months, niña. I was just called two days ago to cover up his spot."
Shit.
"R-Right. Uh, I just asked since he said he would-"
"Help you out? Yeah, that's not happening."
"I know it's just another day for you when students come here and cry-"
"You're not crying, so that's a first."
Your cheeks burned a little at his odd praising, but also you were embarrassed overall. Your favorite teacher had definitely forgot about you.
"Just... hear me out. This is my last class, my last semester's weeks And I truly cannot afford to repeat the class."
"And that is my problem because?"
Your lips tightened and soon your eyes turned glossy, but still you were determined to see it through.
"It's just 5 points I need to keep my score and have my record approved."
"The class ain't over yet. Better keep it up."
"Mr. O'Hara, pl-"
"No."
"I will buy you empanadas?" He snorted
"See you next semester, kid. Close the door when you're out."
His no was pretty much definitive. Sighing you marched away from the classroom and closed the door. You didn't cry. That was something.
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The following days you spent holed up in the library, roomie to loud and messy to be around as you prepared for the pre evaluation for the finals, occasionally you caught a glimpse of Miguel O'Hara, working as usual in his favorite corner, un bothered.
What truly was pissing you is that some of your teammates hadn't submitted their part of the job, wich was due tomorrow. The whole report was half done and still it was alot left to do. You were trying. And just when you felt anxiety began worming it's way in you, the seat across you was dragged open and no other than Mr. Miguel O'Hara sat before you.
He looked at you with a blank yet curious gaze.
"You look like you're about to have a nervous wreck."
"I am."
"Right, here." He showed you a printed paper, "Meet me there, at 6. Don't make plans."
"What?" you squinted your eyes to read the information
"Thought you wanted help?" Exasperated at your obliviousness he huffed, "Guess not"
"Wait!" you snatched the paper out of his hands, "Sorry. Just.. Thank you" he smirked.
Your eyes lit up upon reading the paper and nodded. If it wasn't for you being so tired, and him being scary, you'd probably hug him.
"Thank you, thank you so much!" You spoke in between whispers.
"Si si, cállate. Look, it's a conference college is organizing, in a week, if you want those five extra, go. I'll be there. Don't make plans."
"Funny you think I have a social life, Mr. O'Hara. But thanks. I really appreciate it."
"At 6. Formal dress code."
"Gotcha." you nodded as you grinned. He left you alone.
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You'd look like a liar if he saw you, a cocktail in your hand, chatting to a classmate that was nice enough talk to. It was a small celebration for a good score in the past assignment, you could breath a little, feel a bit hopeful.
"Did you saw Mr. O'Hara today? God..." the girl almost moaned in the spot.
"You kidding? He doesn't fuck his students."
"Who knows, I might be the first?"
"In getting reported maybe. Dude is scary. A friend of mine repeated twice with him."
"What about you, (Name)? I saw you in the library chatting with him."
The whole attention suddenly dropped on you.
"Ah, yeah he told me he'd see me next semester"
"Shut up. You're failing too?"
"Yeah. I mean, sure he's hot and stuff, but... yeah. I don't know how to tell my parents actually. Add me to the chat group, by the way"
Before the conversation turned into how half female college students wanted him, your classmate took you to another private spot. Mike Aguilar was his name, someone that like you, avoided unnecessary attention. What you didn't expect was that he stole a kiss from you. Between cocktails and making out with Mike for a long time, the loud music, it felt good. Felt good to experience the other side of broke colege student.
You ended up being taken to your room, railed up but Mike was gentleman enough to not indulge since you both were drunk. How long had been since someone actually indulged you? Even more so, that you had indulged  yourself? You removed your pants.
You were alone, but locked up the door, and grabbed your phone. Looking up in the group chat you looked for Mike's contact and typed.
"Hey Miky"
He replied almost instantly
"Sup, hlt stuff?" He didn't care for the typos
"Wanna see aumthin?"
"*Something"
You giggled as he send a "🥴" emoji.
Biting your lip, you put the phone in a pillow and began recording. Hands trailing on your clothed breasts as you sat down and spreaded your legs. One of your hands dipped inside your panties as the other one uncovered your breast to then squeeze and toy with one.
Your mouth had shaped in an 'o' as you bucked your hips to ride slowly your own hand. Your moans were needy and they turned more wanton as you kept toying with your nipples and clit, soon gasping for air, coming undone.
You then brought your slicked fingers to your mouth and licked them clean with a groan. You then giggled and stopped recording. The alcohol buzzed fully in your system, not only clouding your judgment, but also firing up a dirty mind.
"For your eyes only"
You uploaded the video and pressed send.
Tossing the phone on your nightstand, you went back to keep indulging in yourself before your roomie could get back. But this time, you had in mind a very specific scary teacher to think about.
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The constant beeping in your phone bolted you awake. You turned off the alarm and saw your phone. Your eyes went wide awake as dread crept up to you.
"So... What was that you wanted to show me?"
Oh no.
Panic surged through your body as seeing Mr. O'Hara's chat open with a 'video' description. Shaky fingers opened it up, only to reveal the 'seen' mark in the chat.
OH NO.
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Against all odds and what could go wrong, you showed up in class. Sure, sending a porn video of yourself to your scary teacher was a major fuck up. But failing class would be even a bigger fuck up of all times, You had one foot outside of it all. Once out of college you wouldn't see Mr. O'Hara, and eventually he'd forget it all. Besides, you were pretty sure that he'd receive that kind of messages on a daily basis.
Sighing, you entered the classroom and as quietly as you could you sat in the very back of it. Class went as normal as you could, but the feeling of being watched was always present. Thankfully class was over and just as you snuck to get in, you snuck out.
You couldn't look at him in the face, not after what you had done in that video. Another reason of why you didn't drink often. But now a new problem laid ahead. How would you face him on Saturday?
Talking about, you didn't even know what to wear. Maybe the universe was conspiring against you, but you were grateful enough that he didn't bring it up, maybe he didn't pay much attention. There were so many scenarios running your mind.
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In the end, you wrote an apology. It was easier to just apologize without seeing his face, and maybe things would be buried and forgotten as days passed.
But no. He had requested to see you after class.
As you approached you squeezed the written apologize and sighed once you were before his desk, across him.
"I need you to sign here, to confirm your assistance tomorrow."
You gulped and took the pen, after sliding the letter to him. He cocked an eyebrow to you as you signed.
"What's this?" He took the crumpled paper and opened it up. Your eyes locked with his, and you could see, amusement in them. A knowing look seizing you.
"I'm so so sorry. The... The video I mean. It wasn't for you, I swear! But I was-"
"Drunk and stupid? Yeah. Noted." He tossed the letter in the trashbin and stood with his arms on his waist, "I thought you were better than that, (Name)"
Your eyes glossed over the disappointment in his tone.
"Has anyone else seen it?"
You shook your head.
His eyes glinted with something dark, something you couldn't actually pinpoint and to be honest you were too embarrassed to ask.
"Good. Anyway, 6 pm. Austen's Auditorium"
"T-That far?"
"Have a problem?"
"Uh, no. I'll be there. I'll call an Uber."
"I'll drive you."
"What? No! I mean, no. I'm uncomfortable enough as it is. Don't wanna make this even more awkward."
"Trust me, nothing that I haven't seen before, unfortunately."
"Yeah, no. I'll call an Uber. I'm financially fucked anyways. Thanks" His pupils dilated so ever softly at the way your lips muttered the word fucked. His face remained steely as usual, but his eyes gave away so much.
"Whatever. Meet me in the last row, second seat, then."
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You showed up, high waisted, tight, black, upper knee length skirt with a small slit on the side, a cream colored blouse with matching bra and a black blazer with nude heels. It was the standar, and the only truly formal wear you had in your closet. Uber drove you to the venue and soon, you met Miguel and sat next to him. You could recognize some other students along some other teachers from other areas. Conference was about the new ways of teaching and learning, nothing too groundbreaking as you had originally thought.
The conference was two hours long and at the end, you signed up a paper sheet and was told to wait on the entrance as Miguel greeted and signed out.
"Let's go."
Miguel guided you by placing a hand on your lower back, and gave a gentle push for you to follow him.
"Car's on the third floor"
"I told you that I could get an Uber."
"And risk you to be kidnapped or something? Not a chance. Besides I wanna keep my job as much as I can."
"Gee, thanks for caring, Mr. O'Hara."
"Todo un placer, preciosa." He chuckled
Your knees trembled as he spoke in spanish, you were sat on the front seat and fastened your seatbelt. He started the engine but it just revved a couple of times before it went dead. And just when you thought nothing could go wrong, it started pouring. Hard.
"Shit."
You groaned in frustration and Miguel smirked.
"Why the rush? Have somewhere to go?"
"No, Mr. O'Hara. Just wanted to rest. I'm not used to wear heels actually."
"Thought you were meeting with that guy you were making out the other night"
Your eyes widened in utter embarrassment as he stretched in his seat.
"Jesus... this can't be even more embarrassing."
"As your teacher, I completely disapprove such behaviors. Specially with that cabrón. He's not a good person."
"What do you mean?"
"He's conditioned. Likes to spread out intimate content of girls he gets."
"How do you know this?"
"I told you, nothing I haven't seen before."
You sank in your seat, mulling over his words.
"Hate to admit but... Im kinda glad knowing this. I mean, I'm really embarrassed though, but-"
"You're glad that little video fell onto my hands and not someone else?"
You nodded, unable to look at him as your face flushed.
"Yes, what?"
"Y-Yes, sir."
"Must admit though." His hands on the wheel tightened. "It took me by surprise. Out of all the female students, you, did a whole show."
You gulped as your breath hitched. His eyes squinted and that dark tingle was back at it again
"Hands in those cute ass panties, riding your hand like it was the last thing you'd ever ride."
His hand pulled his hair back as he bit his lip so ever softly. You on the other hand were trembling, unable to look at him in the eye.
"Who were you thinking of?"
"N-None. I swear. This is... really really bad"
"Maybe, but so is sending really explicit videos to your teacher, preciosa."
You shut your mouth and looked at him, he leaned in and studied your face. His index and thumb taking your chin.
"You're trembling. Why? A pretty thing like you shouldn't fear me. I'm not gonna hurt you. Quite the opposite actually." His thumb caressed your cheek and his lips brushed over yours.
"I wanna make you feel as good as you did in that video." He kissed your cheek and bit softly at your earlobe earning a shudder. It was like if another person had took over him.
"Can I? You want me to make you feel good, muñeca?"
He was overwhelming your senses, then you felt him unbuttoning your shirt. You nodded.
"W-Wait... what if someone sees us?"
Miguel unbuckled your seat belt and pulled you for a deep kiss. Moaning, your hands raked down his chest, stopping at his belt.
"Don't worry on it. It's fucking pouring outside." He riled up your skirt up, exposing the fabric of your panties. His lips went to your neck and kissed a soft trail as his fingers dipped between clothed folds, earning a whimper. His free hand managed to pull out one of your breast and then rolled his tongue over it.
"So sensitive" His fingers rubbed in slow circles your little flesh mount. He took a moment to pull one of the windows two inches down, enough for air to seep in.
"Spread those legs for me, preciosa. Lemme see that pretty pussy." Your hips accommodated as your skirt was pushed upwards, he then removed your panties and smiled.
"Sit on the back seat. Can't taste you properly like that." With trembling hands you moved on the back leathery wide seat as he moved the front ones forward, leaving more space in the back. He removed his blazer and his tie. Your heels long forgotten in the front seat. He seemed like a caged animal in a tiny space, and you a small snack for him.
His hands kneaded the supple flesh of your thighs, you removed the blazer and soon he finished unbuttoning your shirt, your bra was unclasped, spilling your breast freely. He groaned and kissed you once more. In your haste you unbuckled his belt but he stopped you.
"Are you on contraceptives?"
His fingers spreaded your legs further, exposing your slick flesh. You just nodded dumbly.
"No habrá problema entonces." He muttered more to himself than anyone as he bend over, one of your thighs dangled in his left shoulder as he brought your slit closer to his mouth.
He did a small cross blessing on himself and a little prayer and licked his lips.
"We've got to be grateful for this meal." His tongue went flat against your slit and dragged it up. Your toes curled up and you groaned.
"Mira qué lindo coño tienes, mi amor." His lips focused in the little bundle of nerves, giving it soft suckles, kisses as his tongue dribbled in your inner folds.
"Podría comerte todo el día" He mumbled as he gave feathery bites on your plush flesh. His hands held your thighs, you were too enraptured in pleasure to mumble a coherent word. Instead your hands latched at his head softly and applied pressure only when he grew closer to that very sweet spot.
His tongue lapped up and soon his whole mouth disappeared between your folds. The obscene sound of his mouth working made your spine arch. He held you in place as his face kept buried between your legs. Your breath hitched as your body went taut. He switched in between devouring your clit and fucking you with his tongue.
"Y-Yes!" You hissed as searing pleasure crashed hard. Your toes curled in, and your body trembled, coming undone on his mouth. He made sure to clean you up before releasing your flesh with a wet pop. You pulled him for a kiss as the rain kept hitting the car, drowning any sound.
"Such a pretty and naughty baby." He cooed as he tied your hands behind your back with his neck tie, then pulled his pants down his knees and brought your knees close to your shoulders, exposing once more your puffed and wet cunt.
"Sending videos for me to watch" He pumped himself a couple of times before rubbing his flushed tip in your sopping folds. You moaned as he entered you slowly, feeling the good stretch of his cock in your walls and gasped.
Hearing your classmates talking about the possibilities of what Mr. O'Hara had between his legs was nothing compared to actually experiencing it as it dug deeper in your guts.
You gave a shaky whimper at how full you felt, and he was barely starting. You could only watch as his girth disappeared between your folds with ease.
"You're so tight, princesa." He kissed your temple, as you choked on a thrust he gave, shaking your whole body.
"Wanna be a good girl for me?" Nodding you groaned as he tangled one of his hands on your front bangs and held you still, to then ram his hips against yours. It earned him a sweet wail from you. He closed his eyes for a second, relishing at your warmth and tighteness
"So fucking good. Will give you a lil' present before you graduate." His hips slapped shamelessly and viciously, leaving you with little room to breathe properly. Your hands desperately trying to hold onto something
"Gonna miss you and this pussy when you're gone, you know that?" His voice rumbled through his chest between heavy pants and soft growls.
You were too cock drunk to actually speak, the lack of air was making you dizzy, soon you felt like a zombie, just grunting and moaning as his body crushed you, over and over, almost fucking you in to the seat. Miguel O'Hara was anything but gentle, in all sense of the word. The car shook softly and soon, you gritted your teeth as the pressure in your lower belly increased until you came on his cock. Gushing and clamping down hard.
Your body shook, and he cupped your cheeks, smiling at the debauched look on your face as you came, proud of himself. Your hands had numbed out, but he then untied them.
"Such a messy baby." His hips didn't stop, one of his hands snaked it's way to your neck and squeezed.
Your hands found a little strength to cling to his arm, his eyes never left you.
"Give me another one, mi amor"
He cooed as his hips fucked you silly, tears piling up at the corner of your eyes, overstimulation making a mess out of your senses. Your nails scratched his wrist as his thrust turned erratic, sloppier and finally he came as he cradled your limp body closer to his.
It was almost possessive. You gave a pathetic cry as you came with him. He kissed you softly and laid you gently.
He then pulled one of the windows down another couple of inches, letting air to refresh your burning body.
Your clothes were soiled, except for the blazer, the rest was drenched in sweat or covered in fluids. The good thing was that rain could cover up all evidence.
He looked at you in awe and pride.
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"You look lovely in this one."
Mr. O'Hara's chat was opened, revealing a picture of you sucking his cock in his classroom with your graduation gown, looking at him with doe-like eyes.
"Thanks. You taste great, btw." You typed back, with a smirk
"Call me, Miguel, preciosa. I'm not your teacher anymore."
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Si si, cállate — "Yeah, yeah, shut up"
Todo un placer, preciosa - "My pleasure, gorgeous"
cabrón— Fucker
muñeca- Doll
No habrá problema entonces- "No problem then"
Mira qué lindo coño tienes, mi amor- "You have a pretty pussy, my love"
Podría comerte todo el día- "I could eat you all day"
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astonmartinii · 6 months
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An Oscar piastri request because I have severe brain rot. Oscar Piastri x black American!reader. Like they met through Logan and Oscar is just downright obsessed with his girlfriend and everything she does. No pressure I just really enjoy the way you write.
southern charm | oscar piastri social media au
pairing: oscar piastri x fem american!reader
once upon a time, in the magical land of the 305, one man would take the mantle of the ultimate wingman
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yourusername: i don't like your tone. oscar is the sexiest man ever, end of.
user2: if your gf isn't arguing with randoms online over you, is she really your gf?
user3: she doesn't hold back when it comes to oscar, that's my GOAT
oscarpiastri: can you stop sending them to me i don't like being perceived.
yourusername: too bad because i want to perceive you
logansargeant: i'd argue she wants to perceive you too much
yourusername: only because you have no one to perceive you
logansargeant: you can't call me lonely when i got you your boyfriend
yourusername: 👋 👀 hey look it's the main contributor to the male loneliness statistics 👀 👋
oscarpiastri: y/n that's mean...
yourusername: but not wrong 😑
user4: i know they're joking but y/n does not hold back
yourusername: had to prepare him for the mean f1 bitches
landonorris: so this is the mysterious gf...
yourusername: watch your step at COTA, oscar may obey team orders but i DONT
landonorris: oscar???
oscarpiastri: i'm sorry y/n can FACTUALLY do no wrong so you're on your own here mate
yourusername: thank you baby. oscar supports women's rights and wrongs he is a hashtag ally
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oscarpiastri: getting daily outfit updates from the love of your life >>>
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user5: oh this has to be one of the healthiest celebrity relationships ever
yourusername: omg mom i'm a celebrity
user6: hi can we please get the skincare routine?
yourusername: thank you for picking the ones where i look good baby x
oscarpiastri: you look good, GREAT IN FACT, in every photo ever - every waking moment
yourusername: you're too cute osc x
logansargeant: so you get this and i just get venmo requests?
yourusername: don't hate the player, hate the game
logansargeant: what game are we playing it's just venmo requests for coffee because "i'm a girl i deserve it"
oscarpiastri: idk that sounds logical to me
logansargeant: wait does she not do this to you?
oscarpiastri: no? also just know we split the money so thank you for all of my morning coffees for the last two years logan x
logansargeant: i regret ever introducing you two
user6: obsessed with this nightmare trio
alexalbon: can confirm they are a nightmare
oscarpiastri: don't call us a nightmare on my gf appreciation post
lilymunhe: yeah alex, where's mine?
alexalbon: any trio that breaks my motorhome from getting to competitive during just dance can be categorised as a nightmare - hope this helps x
yourusername: is it because we didn't invite you?
alexalbon: it was literally MY motorhome?
oscarpiastri: we beat our best score on rasputin so sorry not sorry
user7: idk how people can say oscar has no personality when he literally would throw hands for y/n?
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yourusername: practising my smize for the COTA paddock can't allow oscar to be the only one to slay in austin
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user10: any spare paddock passes miss?
logansargeant: so i'm not allowed to slay?
yourusername: i think you need to save up all of your slaying for the track to get that point on the board
logansargeant: Y/N ????? i'm trying :(
yourusername: sorry logie bear that was a low blow from me, i'm proud of you
oscarpiastri: talented. brilliant. incredible. amazing. showstopping. spectacular. never the same. totally unique. completely not ever been done before.
yourusername: did you just quote lady gaga?
oscarpiastri: yeah, got a problem with that?
yourusername: nope. you're my favourite little monster
landonorris: i thought this was a healthy relationship - don't call my teammate a monster 😤
yourusername: that's what lady gaga fans are called lando, i've called him much worse, bring ear plugs to cota ;)
oscarpiastri: WAIT NO MY PR TEAM SAID NO MORE SEXY TIMES ON PUBLIC PLATFORMS
yourusername: boring ...
user11: so excited for the best f1 wag to be back in the paddock
yourusername: appreciate it but i can't take the crown from real icon lily
lilymunhe: omg thanks y/n i can't wait to meet you !!
alexalbon: are you always as insane as logan says
yourusername: he's probably not wrong but i prefer the term charming
oscarpiastri: we're just very passionate about things
alexalbon: like just dance?
yourusername: no comment.
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mclaren: get someone who looks at you the way oscar and y/n look at each other
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user14: i came here to watch formula 1 not to feel LONELY
user15: okay who was going to tell me oscar had such a hot girlfriend?
logansargeant: trust me literally spend more than 30 seconds with him and you'll know
oscarpiastri: okay but y/n is the prettiest person in the world AND the smartest, funniest and kindest person ever so you WILL listen and appreciate her
yourusername: god i love you so much
user16: is she an aussie too?
yourusername: nope i pulled oscar with pure american southern charm
oscarpiastri: it's true she lassoed me like a cowboy and it was love at first sight
yourusername: let me clarify we were at a wild wild west party but it was defo love at first lasso
landonorris: get someone who looks at you the way i look at the MCL60 😍
user17: lando is one of us
landonorris: i feel lonelier now, around oscar and y/n, than i did right when i was broken up with
yourusername: easy to look like that when your boyfriend is a dashing, charming and humble gentleman + generational talent
oscarpiastri: hehehehe stop you're making me blush
logansargeant: you guys are so gross
yourusername: says the man that's literally an accredited wing man because YOU got us together
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yourusername: that moment when you see the love of your life achieve his dreams !!!!!!!!!! NO FR oscar i am so so unbelievably proud of you, you deserve this so much. i love you, thank you for letting me be a part of your life x
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user21: they're my parents now they have no say in it
user22: consider me charmed
oscarpiastri: thank you so much my love, your support is everything to me and i can't wait to grow old with you
yourusername: my heart is yours now and forever ❤️
oscarpiastri: also i'm finding some way to frame you celebrating in my garage
yourusername: i couldn't contain my excitement, sorry to the mechanic who literally got tinnitus from me screaming lol
user23: her in the garage is real f1 fan representation
logansargeant: as much shit as i give you guys, you're so cute and i'm so glad you guys have each other
yourusername: thank you logan!! i forever owe you one for introducing us
oscarpiastri: i promise when you get into a relationship i won't once complain about it
landonorris: i was a cynic, but yeah you guys are very cute - i am endeared
yourusername: oscar tends to have that effect
oscarpiastri: ummmmm i think it's more you
landonorris: okay i said you guys are cute you don't need to prove it again
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oscarpiastri: the best weekend ever and wishing i could just take you everywhere with me, until las vegas my love x
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yourusername: take me with you
yourusername: who cares about life responsibilities when i'm with you
yourusername: i'd say i'm a good luck charm but you're too talented to need one
oscarpiastri: i love you so much i miss you already
landonorris: you said goodbye five minutes ago... we've not even got to departures yet
oscarpiastri: is it illegal to miss the love of your life?
landonorris: when i'm not in a relationship? YES.
user24: the way oscar was horrified at arthur's 18 hour screentime, i bet his is just as bad now
oscarpiastri: no comment
yourusername: it's 16 hours lol
arthurleclerc: where is my justice? my apology?
oscarpiastri: we fall asleep on face time. i'm not chronically online i'm just terminally in love with my girlfriend
arthurleclerc: trust me we know
logansargeant: the way i know he's about to fly because @yourusername texts me - always the second choice :(
yourusername: oof i guess i'll nap instead
logansargeant: no i can still beat ur ass on 8 ball pool
oscarpiastri: you can't out do the doer soz bud
yourusername: i miss you come back, bullying logan was so much better together in person
note: i hope this was what you were hoping for! i love oscar so i'm always happy to write for him and i love a good comment squabble! thanks for requesting x
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iovesia · 3 months
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𐚁֙࿐ SNOWED IN.
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tbosas mlist.⠀ 𑇓 ⊹ ᳝ ࣪ ⠀ex-bf!coriolanus snow⠀𝑥⠀f!reader.
synopsis. the last thing you wanna do is share a cabin with your ex— let alone be snowed in together.
contents. modern au. headcanons. established relationship?. forced proximity. implied infidelity. toxic!coriolanus. brief nsfw. not proof read.
⋆ 𓂃 ゚ .⠀josie's little note: merry late christmas my lovelies! here's some holiday themed smut from yours truly.
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𐑺 ˖ ࣪ ࿐ ྂ⠀you and coriolanus had conveniently broken up in the coming weeks before the annual ski-trip with your friend group. your paranoia got the better of you when you notice him and a certain brunette songbird getting closer.
"nothing's going on— you're being crazy," he sighs, rolling his eyes as he suddenly gets out of bed. safe to say, your accusations had killed the mood according to his haste in putting his pants back on.
"would it even really matter as long as i come home to you?"
𐑺 ˖ ࣪ ࿐ ྂ safe to say, you put your foot down that night and called it quits. coriolanus being a stubborn bastard couldn't help but badmouth you to your mutual friends— creating an awkward tension for the upcoming trip.
𐑺 ˖ ࣪ ࿐ ྂ the trip was doomed from the start when you realised you would be squeezed against him in the tiny travel van to the cabins. none of your friends were willing to trade, choosing to sit with their own lovers— so there you were, pressed up against coriolanus' side. the blond made no effort to even acknowledge you, keeping his head facing the frosty window for the entire 6 hour drive.
𐑺 ˖ ࣪ ࿐ ྂ to make matters worse, you completely forgot that you two had initially booked a cabin to share. you were too embarrassed to ask your friends to trade, while coriolanus shamelessly demanded his friends to swap with him.
your friends shared brief glances before shaking their heads no. coriolanus lets out a scoff, like a spoiled brat not being handed his present— while you tried to maintain some level of humility. there was no need to spoil your friends' vacation as well.
you could handle a week with your ex.. right?
𐑺 ˖ ࣪ ࿐ ྂ unfortunately, coriolanus had other plans. now that you two weren't together anymore, you finally started to notice all his little .. quirks that you were ignorant to before.
𐑺 ˖ ࣪ ࿐ ྂ like his incessant need to keep everything organised, keep everything clean. can you brush your teeth quieter? it's annoying to listen to. organise your clothes! don't leave your suitcase sprawled out. you knew he was acting out because he was bitter. but to avoid another argument, you begrudgingly obeyed his complaints.
"i nearly tripped and broke my neck. twice," he mumbles venomously, purposefully shoving your suitcase to the wall with his foot. mimicking his tone under your breath, you stand up from your bed.
"since when did you become a tightass?" you retort.
"since when did you become a slob?"
𐑺 ˖ ࣪ ࿐ ྂ thankfully, during the majority of this hell-week you managed to avoid coriolanus while skiing, and choosing to sit at opposite ends of the table during dinners. you can feel his piercing glare occasionally, but when you turn to meet his gaze, he turns his head away.
𐑺 ˖ ࣪ ࿐ ྂ your mutuals friends pry the two of you for information on why you split up. while you remain vague, you overhear coriolanus smugly conjuring up some story about you being insecure and over possessive. what a hypocrite.
𐑺 ˖ ࣪ ࿐ ྂ just on the evening of your final night in the cabin, you hear a sudden thud that shakes your nightstand. the wind and snow were bad during every night of your trip— but this .. this one was especially bad.
𐑺 ˖ ࣪ ࿐ ྂ much to your horror, the only thing that awaits you the next morning is not your friends in the van packed and ready to go.. but a thick sheet of white. pure, hard snow. the snow almost reached the top of the door frame, successfully trapping the two of you inside.
"you've got to be kidding me.." you huff, your shoulder pressed against the door. coriolanus has his back against the door next to you— the two of you banding together to try and shut the door again.
the heavy snow barely makes a dent as you both huff and puff, pushing with all your might. "maybe if someone used their eyes before opening, we wouldn't be doing this," coriolanus rolls his eyes.
𐑺 ˖ ࣪ ࿐ ྂ the hours are painful and awkward. according to your group chat, you're gonna have to wait out the snow til the next morning. so much for hotel service. it wasn't all bad in the beginning, with you and your ex just sitting in opposite ends of the room, scrolling on your phones.
you were giggling at a random video on your phone when you felt a nudge on your shoulder. furrowing your brows, you turn to see coriolanus standing oddly close behind you, his face blank.
"what do you want?" you shrug him off.
"phone died," he replies, annoyingly taking a seat right on your bed. you raise a brow, suspiciously eyeing his nonchalant behavior as if he hadn't been throwing himself a pity-party the last few weeks.
"so read a book," you scoff.
"didn't bring one."
"take a nap."
"not tired."
"then imagine me caring," you roll onto your side of the bed, back facing him as he continues to invade your space. coriolanus tilts his head, his face still expressionless as he watches you scroll on your phone.
𐑺 ˖ ࣪ ࿐ ྂ you couldn't avoid coriolanus's intense stare. it was penetrating into the back of your head. he was always like this. an observer. practically monitoring every little thing you were doing. it was one of the reasons you fell out.
𐑺 ˖ ࣪ ࿐ ྂ coriolanus kept edging closer to you, trying to sneak a peek at who you're texting and you keep shuffling away, trying to preserve an ounce of privacy in this cabin.
"can you not?" you close your phone, setting it to the side. coriolanus' blank face breaks into a sly smirk, as he shrugs his shoulders. "you're so nosy."
"don't want me to see your texts to sejanus?" coriolanus pouts mockingly, his head tilted. "you've always had a thing for him.. everyone knows it— it's probably why you couldn't commit to a real relationship."
there's mockery laced in his tone, but you notice the hint of bitterness. your blood boils at his insinuation. coriolanus's habit of nonchalantly bringing up everything he deems "wrong" with you irks you to no end.
"what's that supposed to mean?"
"you know what i mean."
"that's so rich coming from you," you quip, sitting up from your position. you glare down at coriolanus who was sprawled over your designated bed, like a cheshire cat. "you're used to be all over lucy gray when we were together— didn't see you complaining about commitment then," you throw the pillow at the blond.
"that was different, and you know it," coriolanus scoffs, dismissing your valid point as he gets off the bed, tossing the pillow back at you.
𐑺 ˖ ࣪ ࿐ ྂ coriolanus's little quips were just fuel to the fire, as the two of you fall into the vicious cycle of another argument. this tiny cabin keeping your loud voices bouncing off the walls.
𐑺 ˖ ࣪ ࿐ ྂ his cold blue eyes glaring down at you, a finger in your face and condescension leaking from his words. you spit back throwing accusations after accusation that coriolanus dismisses easily.
"fuck you, coriolanus," you whisper coldly. his warm breath hits your face, his nose a few inches from yours as his deadly gaze mimics yours. a pregnant pause fills the room, as if all the air has been sucked out the cabin.
"fuck it," coriolanus hisses. his pale fingers pinch into your jaw as he tugs your face close, his lips smashing against yours. you let out a soft squeak in surprise and anger. you slap at his chest, trying to shove him away as he moves his free hand to your waist, pressing you up against his lean figure.
𐑺 ˖ ࣪ ࿐ ྂ your venomous words were consumed by the echoes of moaning and panting. his cruel jabs swallowed by your lips, but his anger evident in how hard he pinches your waist.
"sorry.. did you say something?" coriolanus croons, his forehead against yours. you pant and whimper softly, unable to bite back as your nails dig into his shoulders. his hips were unrelenting as they rutted against you, almost like he was trying to hurt you. your words come out garbled as coriolanus's fingers toy with the bundle of nerves between your legs. "that's what i thought."
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© 𝐈𝐎𝐕𝐄𝐒𝐈𝐀, 2023. do not copy, repost or translate my works.
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mackjlee9 · 1 year
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Mammon x Demon!Male!Reader [Smut]
Warning; stuck-in-a-wall trope, overstimulation, mind-break, master kink, fwb au.
Masterlist.
Game; Obey Me: Shall We Date?
Requested by Mister "A" on AO3.
(M/n) was a well-known demon in the Devildom, whether it was because of his looks or magic it didn't matter that much. He was powerful, almost as powerful as Lord Diavolo, why? No one knew, but they knew not to mess with him.
Everyone knew of the unspoken rule, but did Mammon care? Not one bit, that's for sure. Even so, it brought him so much fun and... a good fuck every once in a while.
The way they met wasn't extravagant or anything, Mammon was working in Hell's Kitchen after he fucked up and Lucifer scolded him for it, taking his dear Goldie away until he learned from his mistakes... kinda useless, Lucifer should know by now that Mammon would always be Mammon. He met (M/n) there, a man that looked rich, even if he didn't try, his demeanor and behavior screamed "rich bitch" everywhere you looked.
And Mammon just took the chance.
That chance took him to (M/n)'s bed, ending with him thoroughly fucked and almost unable to move on his own.
He kept encountering him, and with time, they just turned into friends with benefits.
But now, Mammon is really questioning the reason he came over, watching through the invisible wall how (M/n) walked closer to him, unbuckling his belt.
I'm fucked...
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(M/n) had received a text from Mammon telling him he had been gambling and lost a lot of money, so he needed to hide from Lucifer and the people he owned money to for a while, just until he was able to get the correct amount, or have someone else pay for it.
He doubted for a few seconds, painfully aware of how Mammon would take someone's expensive belongings to sell and continue gambling, he has a really bad habit of stealing and losing it all, so, even if he's not used to using his powers unless he absolutely needs to, (M/n) went around his apartment, placing spells around anything that could catch Mammon's eye, specifically leaving the expensive stuff in plain view.
He trusted Mammon would never steal from him, he's never done it before, but this time, he was hiding from Lucifer and who knows how many other people, so he couldn't be sure.
The most valuable stuff was in his room, and leaving a good amount of money on the desk, he placed the biggest trap on it. The other spells would only zap him or create a wall of protection, but this? This was gonna trap Mammon until he decided to break the spell.
A few minutes later, the bell rang and Mammon's voice could be heard through the door.
"(M/n), open up~!" He said in a cheerful voice, making the male show a small smile as he rolled his eyes.
He opened the front door, being greeted with a hug from the white-haired male before he made himself at home.
They didn't do much, they watched a movie, a few chapters of a popular series, and talked a bit, unusual behavior for them, since they only met up to have sex, but not this time.
"I need to use the bathroom, excuse me," (M/n) muttered setting his beer down, standing up, and going to his bathroom.
"Sure~ I'll wait," Mammon said looking down at his phone. He heard the bathroom door close and he stood up, searching around to find anything he could take without (M/n) noticing, "Nope, that's too obvious," he whispered while looking at the big black vase holding a bouquet of flowers, "Well... it looks really expensive-"
He bit his tongue and turned around before he decided to take that, and he kept swiftly looking around, soon spotting (M/n)'s bedroom door open. His mind flashed with all the small but valuable things he has seen in there while getting his brains fucked, and taking a deep breath to steady his speeding heartbeat, he walked in.
Mammon didn't have to search around for long, because on top of the desk, very obviously in plain sight, there was a small pile of cash. He didn't think much of how it was placed, it was almost as if it had huge arrows pointing at it, and a megaphone repeating 'Money! Right here, Mammon!' over and over again.
Everyone knows that Mammon isn't the brightest of the bunch, and he's aware of that, and tries to be better, it just... never works.
Rushing without a care in the world, Mammon placed his hands on the money and grabbed it, but before he could react, the trap had been activated, the money disappearing as it was never there, he tried to move closer to look around to find it, but as he bent over the desk, he got trapped in a spell. A magic wall.
Now he realized he fucked up.
(M/n) came out of the bathroom, and saw the living room empty, so he knew his plan might've worked, he just had to find Mammon, and by the sounds coming through the slightly open door of his room, he didn't have to look for long.
There, he saw Mammon struggling to try and break free from the grip the magic wall had on him, but it really wasn't working, even more, since the spell (M/n) used disabled the abilities of who it catches, so Mammon really wasn't getting out of there. And while trashing around, Mammon had seen over his shoulder through the invisible wall.
And that takes us to the present.
"(M/n), how nice it is seeing you! Could you please help me?" The (h/c) haired demon stayed silent for a few seconds, enjoying the flustered look on Mammon's face after being caught, and soon a smirk grew on his face, reaching his hand down to unbuckle his belt.
"You need punishment, love."
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"M-master, please... I-I can't cu-cum anymore~," Mammon's words were slurred, his eyes rolling into the back of his head with every hard thrust inside him, hitting and stimulating his prostate endlessly, his hands gripping the desk, leaving the scratch marks of his nails on the dark wood.
(M/n) kept a tight grip on Mammon's hips, using his magic to create a phantom hand that would grip his white hair, pulling it and keeping his head up.
"You should've thought twice before trying to take my money, darling," (M/n) slowed down his thrusts, his hips flushed against Mammon's, every inch of his cock buried deep inside him.
"Fuck~!" Mammon's voice came out an octave higher, his legs trembling, his dick twitching and oozing cum, "I'm sorry, please! I won't... I won't do it again, Master~"
(M/n) made the phantom hand turn Mammon's head a little toward him, their faces almost pressed together through the wall, "You mean it?" Mammon nodded frantically, tears filling his eyes and drool slowly dripping down the corners of his mouth.
"Please, I'm sorry... please please I can't-" his words were mumbled, sounding almost like a babble, and (M/n) was enjoying the view of an overstimulated Mammon, maybe a little too much.
"You want me to let you go?" Mammon whimpered and nodded, whining a small 'yes~' as his hands desperately gripped the desk harder, his legs were trembling so much he was glad (M/n) and the wall was holding him up, "Make me cum then."
(M/n)'s words were followed by hard, deep thrusts, filling every inch of Mammon's pulsating insides, making him cry out with pleasure, cum just leaking from his cock and his body shaking from the feeling of his prostate being pounded. He was fully crying now, tears sliding down his face and neck, some drops falling to the ground he was standing on.
Mammon's mouth was wide open, releasing lewd moans and whines, his eyes closing every few seconds, his eyelashes soaked with his tears.
What a pretty sight~
The phantom hand released Mammon's hair, sticking its fingers in his mouth instead. Mammon moaned around the digits in his mouth, and with slow motions, the hand started finger-fucking his mouth, making the demon choke on his moans and drool.
Knowing about Mammon's small oral fixation was a nice detail (M/n) casually found out, and hearing Mammon's muffled moans, getting louder and louder just made him feel accomplished, especially when he felt Mammon clenching around his cock every time the fingers went to far back in his throat.
He really liked this fucked dumb Mammon, so maybe he'll start leaving money out everywhere where the greedy demon could try and take it. Just maybe.
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(What the fuck did I just write 💀 this is the worst)
(I ran out of ideas, if you didn't realize 🙃)
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iprobablyshipit91 · 1 year
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iprobablyshipit91 Fic Recs
So this started as me keeping links of all my favourite Dean Winchester fics that I finally decided to share so others could hopefully find some great stories and the authors would know how much I love their work. It’s kind of grown to a very, very huge list, but I love everyone of these works, they’re amazing and deserve so much love. I hope you find something you love on here 💕
There’s a mix of fluff, angst, smut, au etc. Please make sure you read the warnings for each story on it’s own page.
Beautiful Dividers by @firefly-graphics
Dean Winchester x Reader
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Should I Stay or Should I Go by @daisythekitty
Sweet Dreams by @deanssweetheart23
Slip Up by @deanwritings
Bad Moon Rising by @hintsofhoney
Not the Planned Delivery by @lazydoodlesandfanfic
Unnamed by @lostdreamr-blog1
I’ve Got You by @spnexploration
Broken Ribs Against Fingertips by @the--blackdahlia
Motel Diablo by @waynes-multiverse
Sharing is Caring by @zepskies
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Mini Date by @avanatural
The Talk by @avanatural
And Baby Makes Four by @carryonmywaywardone-shots
Nows the Time by @crashdevlin
Down on Dean by @deanwanddamons
The Prettiest One by @dean-winchester-is-a-warrior
Always You and Me by @deanwinchesterswitch
Bullets and Bands by @deanwinchesterswitch
Capeesh? By @deanwritings
I Ship It by @deanwritings
It’s Okay by @deanwritings
Safe Now by @deanwritings
What We Lost by @deanwritings
Tell Me About… by @impala-dreamer
Glances by @kasimagines
It’s Okay, I Love You by @kasimagines
Poison by @kasimagines
Obeying Temptation by @kittenofdoomage
Sweet Satisfaction by @kittenofdoomage
Nannas Love Sammy by @littlegreenplasticsoldier
Something New by @princessmisery666
Date Night by @princessmisery666
I Would Never Hurt You by @procrastinatorimagines
Frayed Ends by @scuttling
Must be Love on the Brain by @sleepywinchester
Below Freezing by @soaringeag1e
Promises by @supersleepygoat
Friendzoned by @talesmaniac89
Stupid Cupid by @talesmaniac89
Crazy on You by @thoughtslikeaminefield
Different by @watermelonlipstick
Labyrinth by @waynes-multiverse
Love on the Brain by @waynes-multiverse
Gesundheit by @waynes-multiverse
Dark Waters by @wearywinchester
Above Ground by @wearywinchester
I Won’t Say (I’m in Love) by @zepppie
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The Wrong Winchester by @cherry3point14
Good Things by @crashdevlin
Baby Spoon by @deanwanddamons
Rumours by @deanwinchesterswitch
Blind Love by @jawritter
Faded by @kasimagines
Sacrifice by @kasimagines
The Last Call by @kasimagines
To Know You by @littlegreenplasticsoldier
Watch and Learn by @littlegreenplasticsoldier
Can’t Fight This Feeling by @pink-sparkly-witch
Mischief Managed (2) by @sinfulsoulx
A Few Moments of Madness | Last Time? by @smellingofpoetry
Familiar by @spnhunter4life
Dream On by @talesmaniac89
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bokutosbiceps · 8 months
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i love you
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fushiguro toji, gojo satoru, nanami kento, (separately) x gn!reader | fluff | words 2.2k
summary: the retelling of the moments that some of the jjk boys tell you they love you in their own way. *NO CURSES AU*
warnings: mild cursing (it’s Toji, duh), handsy!Toji, suggestive themes
a/n: again, i tried to make this gn but pls let me know if there are any gender specific words, etc !! btw, i'm just going to set this as 18+ since toji is in it + it's a lil suggesstive in both toji's + satoru's. these are all grown men LOL. anyways, enjoy 🌸
18+ MDNI
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fushiguro toji
“I think you look good in just about everything, or nothing at all.” Toji ran a hand over his face in exhaustion. “Why do you keep fucking asking me?”
You pouted and put your hands on your hips as you whirled around to meet his gaze. “Because I wanna wear things that my boyfriend likes! Is that bad?” 
“I just told you I think you look good no matter what.” Toji smirked, “You just wanna hear me compliment you, huh?”
You blushed and turned back around, looking at yourself in the mirror before proceeding to strip. If Toji wouldn’t okay this outfit, then you didn’t want it. If Toji didn’t help you choose some outfits, then you were going to make him shop all day long. You got dressed in the clothes you came in before grabbing the bags full of clothes you had already purchased. “To the next store, then.”
Toji grunted and followed you, placing his hand on the small of your back as the two of you waded through the mall crowd. Toji would only willingly be in this sea of assholes because you asked him to. He grinned at the memory of you begging him to come to the mall with you on his day off. He would’ve said yes if you’d just asked him normally, but he really wanted to see you beg.
After about twenty minutes of window shopping, you set your sights on an outfit that you were absolutely in love with. Toji cursed as you disappeared inside of the store, gritting his teeth as he bumped shoulders and elbows with people coming out as he was trying to follow you inside. Toji looked for you all over the store, even venturing to call your name a few times in a deep, hushed yell. 
An unsuccessful search for you led Toji to the fitting room, where he asked the attendant if she’d seen a “little, excitable brat wander into here.” The attendant smiled knowingly, chuckling a little bit at Toji’s exhausted expression.
“Your partner told me to keep an eye out for you.” The attendant motioned for him to follow her. “Follow me, please.”
Toji followed the attendant to a fitting room at the end of the hall, thanking her gruffly before knocking on the door twice. The door swung open and Toji, for the first time in a long time, found himself speechless.
You were standing in the doorway of the fitting room, wearing the outfit that had seemingly caught your eye. He could appreciate your taste—this outfit hugged your body in all the right places and you looked absolutely stunning in it. You were nothing short of blinding to him. He let himself rake his eyes over your body before pushing himself into the fitting room with you and closing the door behind him. 
“Toji, what are you—” You were shut up by Toji’s lips finding their way to yours in a rush, his hands running up and down your sides before dipping lower to squeeze your ass. You moaned into his mouth at feeling his growing erection against your thigh.
You pulled away from him, panting and with a thin string of saliva connecting your lips to his. “I take it you like the outfit, then.” You teased.
“Strip.” Toji ordered, before leaving the fitting room and closing the door to give you some privacy. You were left completely confused, yet you obeyed, taking off the new outfit and putting your clothes back on. As soon as you set foot outside of the fitting room, Toji grabbed the outfit from you.
“C’mon, we gotta get home.” Toji threw the outfit over his shoulder, grabbed your hand, and led you to the checkout counter, where he pushed the payment for your new outfit into the cashier’s hands. It all happened so fast, you didn’t even get a chance to offer to pay.
“Thanks, Toji. That was so sweet, you didn’t have to—” Toji cut you off for the second time in the past ten minutes by placing a rough, yet sweet kiss to your lips.
“Just ‘cus I love you, brat.” He snorted and ruffled your hair, taking your bags from you and walking off ahead of you. You stared, bewildered, at his back, trying to digest the words he had just said to you. You blinked once, twice, before running to catch up with him.
“Did the emotionless hard-ass Toji Fushiguro just tell me he loves me?” You teased once you had returned to your rightful place beside him. 
“Don’t make a big deal out of it or I’ll take it back.” He sneered, looking at you out of the corner of his eye.
“No need!” You smiled happily as you took his free hand and laced your fingers together. “I’ll remember this moment forever.” 
Toji would be lying to himself if he denied the squeeze of his heart at your sappy, sweet words. “Whatever. You can thank me by putting on a little show for me in that outfit when we get back to my place.”
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gojo satoru
“Wah, y/n! You just dumped half of the entire bag on me!” Satoru whined, pouting at you behind glasses coated with flour. You giggled, imagining that his hair must have been covered in flour, too, but his pure white locks hid it well.
“Satoru, I told you not to run around the kitchen like that!” You bent down to pick up the bowl, now empty, and placed it in the sink. “It’s what you deserve.” You smirked while you washed the bowl and placed it back on the counter to redo the sugar cookie mix.
You felt Satoru’s arms snake around your waist and pull tight, earning a gasp from you and a chuckle from him. “What do you mean it’s what I deserve? Are you saying that I deserve flowers in my hair?”
“Flour in your hair, Satoru, flour.” You turned around in his grip and ruffled his air, sure enough causing a small cloud of flour to fall out. Satoru frowned when you turned back around to focus on the mixture.
“I should go take a shower, huh?”
“This is your place, do what you want, honey!” You quipped, focusing on the instructions on your phone. Satoru huffed and let go of you, making his way toward the bathroom in his bedroom. You heard the shower being turned on and water running.
“Wanna join?” Satoru yelled from his bedroom, knowing that you’d decline but, hey, the guy could always try.
“No thanks! Enjoy!” You yelled back, shaking your head as you used the standing mixer to make the cookie dough. Satoru’s forwardness had never ceased to amaze you. You’d only been dating for two months officially, but he was always making suggestive comments and trying to make you blush. 
You’d love to be physical with Satoru, hell, you loved Satoru, but due to shitty partners in the past, you didn’t want to get physical with a guy who couldn’t even tell you he truly cared about you. 
Baking cookies at his apartment and making out on the couch was enough, for now.
Once you had put the cookie dough in the oven and made the icing for the cookies, you plopped down onto Satoru’s couch just in time for Satoru to come out of his bedroom. You looked up to tell him the cookies would be done any minute but had to do a double take.
Satoru was shirtless and wearing sweatpants with strands of damp, white hair sticking to his forehead and shades nowhere in sight. You’d seen him without his shades many times, but each time was just as breathtaking as the previous.
“See something you like?” Satoru teased, crawling onto the couch and laying down with his head in your lap.
“You’re gonna get my leggings wet, Satoru.” You mumbled, running your fingers through his hair, eliciting a content sigh from him. 
“Doesn’t seem to bother you that much, though.” Satoru teased once more before closing his eyes and relishing in the movements of your fingers against his scalp. The silence was broken by the oven timer going off, and you dutifully got up to take the cookies out, despite Satoru’s whining.
Satoru sat up to watch you in the kitchen. He watched as you knitted your eyebrows, rolled up your sleeves, and focused on cooling down the cookies before icing them. His mouth watered at the thought of the cookies he was going to devour in one sitting, but in this moment, he was focused more on your expression as you tasted a bit of the cookie and icing together. You seemed satisfied with your work and smiled happily to yourself. An overwhelming wave of affection overcame him.
“God, y/n, I love you.” Satoru blurted, playing it off like he meant to say that out loud. You turned to stare at him.
“Can you read minds?”
“I just told you I love you and that’s how you respond?” Satoru clutched at his heart and got up, reaching you in the minimum amount of strides. “You wound me, sugar.”
“I was just—” You remembered earlier, when you were wondering how Satoru actually felt for you. Now, you knew. You sighed and smiled softly at your freshly showered boyfriend, cupping his face and placing a gentle kiss to his lips. “I love you, too.”
Satoru’s lips slowly spread into a wide grin. “Sweet.”
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nanami kento
You glanced up at the man sitting before you, taking a sip of your tea and not noticing how the heat singed the tip of your tongue.
Kento had insisted on sitting by the biggest window in the cafe, because apparently natural lighting was better for your eyes than the fluorescent lights that adorned the coffee shop. He had scouted out two green, velvet arm chairs that were facing each other, only a granite table separating them.
The two of you had settled into a comfortable silence, Kento reading a new book on how to properly express oneself to coworkers and you reading the newest installment of your favorite series. The only time either of you had looked up was when the waiter came by with your jasmine teas and coffee cake, Kento tipping him generously and with a polite smile.
But here you were, savoring the sight of your boyfriend, looking perfectly serene and relaxed on his day off, which he chose to spend with you. You wondered how you had gotten so lucky as to be in a stable, far-from-perfect-but-just-right-relationship with a man such as him.
“What are you looking at, dear?” You hadn’t even noticed Kento glancing up to meet your eyes, and the realization that he had caught you staring almost made you spill your tea.
“Nothing, nothing!” You said hurriedly, setting your cup down and picking your book back up. Kento just sighed, a microscopic smirk playing on his lips before he decided to follow your lead and turn back to his book.
The rest of the two hours consisted of content sighs and short conversations on something interesting one of you had found during your readings or wondering if you guys should order something else from the bakery. Kento had asked to finish the rest of your coffee cake and you knew that you would feel forever guilty if you had denied him, so you just ordered an entirely new piece for him, and the smile he thanked you with was nothing short of sunshine. 
On the walk back home, with Kento’s arm wrapped securely around your waist and your footsteps in perfect sync, Kento decided he wanted some answers.
“Care to explain why you were staring at me earlier?” 
“You remember that?”
“Of course. I thought I had something on my face, couldn’t figure out what you were staring at.”
“No, no, nothing like that.” You blushed deeply, knowing that Kento would get annoyed if you didn’t answer his question. But you couldn’t just give up your secret so easily.
“Then what was it like?” Kento pressed, turning his attention to you.
You kept your gaze forward, knowing full well that Kento was looking down at you. He kissed your temple, not really one for PDA, but hoping this would coax the truth out of you.
“I was just…looking at you.” You turned your head up to meet his gaze, hoping to convey exactly what you meant in just your eyes alone. Kento held your gaze before clearing his throat and facing forward, seemingly concentrating extremely hard on the path home, even though he knew it by heart.
A couple minutes of silence passed before he replied, “I love you, too, darling.” 
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ROUND 3 MATCH 32
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Mammon propaganda:
“He was done dirty in the first round, I hope he wins this time because he deserves it 
First of all, he hates you at the start but then he starts to like you but he exclaimed his hate too much at the start so he can't admit it 
Everyone knows that he likes MC, even his little D (who are demons familiars) thinks that they should date 
He is a classic tsundere but doesn't actually hurt you like other tsunderes but he is so bad at hiding his feelings that everyone is just ignores it 
He is the avatar of greed, meaning he is clingy which may be a turn away for some people but he cares for you so so much 
He has never turned into his demon form to hurt you (Asmo hasn't but he has tried to seduce you with his power)
Don't get me started on his story cards, he literally is so cute
He wants to be a mentor to Luke, like Lucifer was to him, he is only mean to Luke because he wants Luke to learn about how life isn't all sunshine and rainbows
He is also so hot, he is a bisexual panic 
He is bullied by his brothers but he cares for them so so much despite their bullying
I am so in love with him and have written so many fics about him 
Anyway, I'm going to stop here because otherwise I'll be here all day”
“First friend, first pact, practically the MC's first everything, he is a major Tsundere, he holds my heart hostage, I just want to smooch him, he and MC share a room, he is such a cute little bab, he does bully Luke (a child) but it's revealed that he just wants to show Luke that the world isn't all sunshine and rainbows and want help him figure things out
He is the cutest little guy, he cares for his brother 
His sin is greed so he does steal things from people but since lesson 1 he hasn't stolen anything from MC 
He wrote a song to propose 
Sure he is clingy but in a good way
He is so cute 
He adopted a child, which he had to leave in the care of witches and willingly let's the witches extort him 
There is so much that I can say about him but 1. Spoilers and 2. I don't think you want to read that much”
“OKAY SO. OH MY GOD. 
First person we're able to properly romance in game. AND FOR GOOD REASON. He's had MCs back from the beginning, hes the one real one in the game. He's always trying to protect us and its so nice. Puppy boy. He's so me as well??? Like he's such a doting boyfriend it's literally so cute. When MC had to go back up to Earth, he kept breaking the rotating schedule in order to call us more. He always gets MC gifts (avatar of greed love language being gift giving im gonna collapse) and he just drops the most romantic lines out of nowhere??? Like sir are you trying to give me a heart attack. He's the secretly traumatized comic relief. He has ADHD. He's canonically queer (MC doesnt have a set gender). He even likes Head pats. Vote Mammon.”
“HE'S SO PATHETIC AND CRINGEFAIL. I LOVE HIM”
Jaehee propaganda:
“only female love interest in MM, not included in the first round for SOME REASON, you literally go off and live your coffee shop au with her at the end of her route.”
“My lesbian wife. Open a bakery with her after convincing her that she doesn't have to give up her happiness to make money. She can pursue her passions. Also her backstory is so sad and I just wanna hug and kiss her and throw hands at her "family" for making her feel like she does. Also the Valentine's dlc, you get locked in the back of the bakery with her and... Yeah that's my wife. I love her dearly. Also can we just acknowledge that she's like the only path that involves almost none of the dramatic death defying nonsense. You're just gay and in love and it's beautiful”
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angelkissedface · 7 months
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the influencer!! two left to go~
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FREEZE
F/M Pairing: Female Reader x Seo Changbin (SKZ)
Genre: Mafia AU
Word Count: 7K
Warnings: Explicit Smut, Mentions of Violence, References to Alcohol, Cursing, Daddy Kink?
Summary: Everyone knew that the city’s biggest mafia leader had a soft spot for his girlfriend, and that meant trouble for anyone who put you in harm’s way.
Taglist: @glitter-hwa​ @daysbeforesummer​ @changbins-yn​ @thestarseeker​ @liz820​ @lunabrookstone142 @charreddonuts​ @straykissss​ @idek-at-this-point-lol @defenseofourdreams6277 @ajsljfe @poshpriestess @fuzzyprofessorprunecroissant @kpop-stuff-only​ @deyluvmefrfr​ @phobia0325​ @poutypoutybin​ @ignoretheskies​ @chanlovesme​ @4kwp 
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You were covered in blood, and Jisung had no filter.
“He’ll fucking kill me,” he sobbed as you drove with both hands clasped tightly to the steering wheel.
“Shut the fuck up, Sung,” you sneered between clenched teeth, trying to hold on to the last reserves of patience fizzling into nothing the longer he insisted on talking.
“A bullet right here,” Jisung continued, lifting one finger to prod at the center of his forehead. 
You rolled your eyes at his dramatics. “He won’t find out.”
“How!” Jisung nearly shrieked. “He knows everything!”
It was hard to argue that point as you knew first hand just how many little birds Changbin kept around the city, ready to sing at a moment’s notice whenever he needed information. 
“Stick to the plan,” you said. “There’s tissues in the back. Clean yourself up.”
Jisung sniffled, but obeyed your order. At least he had the wherewithal to know better than to put up another fight. After all, he had almost failed his mission after instigating a nasty spat in that bar, his temper flaring and forcing him to give a seemingly random patron a black eye. Too bad the son of a bitch worked directly for Park: Changbin’s biggest competition and a formidable opponent in his own right. He practically owned the downtown streets, hosting lavish parties on every corner.
Originally, Jisung had been sent to do minor reconnaissance work at one of Park’s newest bars, one that had been built a bit too close to Changbin’s territory for his liking. But Jisung had complained about going alone, and he talked you into accompanying him, even if that meant sneaking out of the penthouse you shared with Changbin against his direct orders.
“No going out today, doll,” he had purred to you that morning, keeping you trapped between his leather-clad arms as he decorated a mess of bruises down the side of your neck. “I don’t have enough men to protect you.”
Changbin had been right, of course. You and Jisung ended up fighting your way out of the bar with minimal information about its innerworkings. At the end of the day, you still didn’t know who ran it for Park, how much money it brought in, the types of deals conducted in those stupid reserved rooms at the back...
“Fuck,” you cursed under your breath, whipping Changbin’s Maserati down one of the side roads next to your penthouse building, keeping to the shadows as you parked in one of the older parking decks to avoid attention. “He should still be at the office,” you said in a way to reassure both yourself and Jisung who had managed to stop crying long enough to give you a faint nod. “You can take the car and head home. If Changbin asks, I was here all day, yeah? And your job went smoothly without any problems?”
Jisung nodded again, a bit more forceful, trembling fingers taking the keys you dangled across the center console, watching as you got out of the car. “He’ll know-”
“Not if you keep your mouth shut for once,” you snapped to interrupt him, frowning when he slid across the middle console to situate himself by the wheel.
You made sure he fastened his seatbelt before you glanced down, groaning as you took note of your ruined outfit: covered in head-to-toe with that bastard’s blood, your once pristine white blouse and designer jeans were ruined, stained red to match the crimson tips at the ends of your curly hair. Not to mention the blood on your hands, and the faint specks dotting your skin like freckles.
“Y/N-”
“We’re fine, Jisung,” you said, giving his shoulder a little shove. “I’ll sneak up and clean everything before Changbin gets home.”
“Your clothes-”
“I’ll trash them,” you interrupted. “Just stick to the plan, okay?”
Jisung took a deep breath, looking entirely unconvinced. “I will.”
“Good,” you said. “He can never find out.”
Jisung opened his mouth once again, as if to argue to agree with you, but then closed it before shutting himself back in the car. You could hear the tires squeal as he took off, burning rubber and leaving a faint trail behind him, clearing after a few seconds to expose the empty parking deck.
You made sure that he was gone, and then with a deep breath, you turned around and entered the building through the back door.
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You took the stairs to the top, feeling your lungs complain the entire time. Changbin had chosen the penthouse suite because of its amazing view of the city, but you were regretting the choice to live so high, and you couldn’t risk riding the elevator and being seen by another resident. After all, nothing screamed attention more than splashing blood on white clothes.
It meant that your hands were shaking from exertion when you shoved your key into the door, pushing it open with the toe of your shoe to avoid getting blood on the wood. Thankfully, everything was quiet when you walked inside, grabbing a trash bag from the kitchen because there was no hope for your clothes at this point. In your experience, blood stained everything, and there was no chance to clean it out of fabric.
After disposing of your blazer and taking a deep breath, you walked over to the sink, scrubbing soap into the skin of your hands until they were rubbed raw, scalding hot water burning your flesh. It took several long minutes until the red of the blood was replaced by the heat of the water, leaving faint blisters that would likely heal in a few days. At least you felt a little cleaner, pushing yourself back because you needed to hurry and change your clothes before Changbin got home...
“Y/N.”
You withheld a scream at the sudden intonation of your name, even as your heart dropped to your stomach, breath catching when you whipped yourself around to confront the man standing at the entrance to the kitchen. 
“Changbin,” you whispered, feeling entirely exposed as his dark eyes narrowed, looking you up and down from head to toe. 
For several long, agonizing minutes, you found yourself ensnared with that intimidating sneer that you were rarely the recipient of, as it was usually reserved for people like Park or the city’s scum that Changbin was more than happy to dispose. 
“Care to explain,” Changbin asked, voice carefully composed, but there was rage in those eyes you loved. 
“It was an accident,” you said. “Nothing bad happened.”
“Hmmm...” Changbin appraised you with a clinical look. “Tell me everything.”
You nodded, even though every nerve-ending was screaming at you to run. The well-rehearsed story you had told Jisung wouldn’t hold up anymore. There was simply no easy explanation to account for blood.
“It’s not even mine,” you started, hoping to assuage his anger.
But it had the opposite effect. “That’s not what I asked.”
You hesitated at his icy tone, heart beating a mile a minute. “I - uh, I got into an altercation on the road. Some asshole hit me from behind, shattered the glass and cut me all over. He ran from the scene and I didn’t get any information or his license tag. Thankfully, Jisung was close-by to come and help me. He drove me home and I asked him not to call you. Thought it would be best to tell you myself.”
“So that’s your blood?” Changbin immediately questioned. “Seems like a lot of blood for you to be standing there talking to me.”
“Well, it was just cuts and scrapes, but you know how blood stains-”
“Yes,” he interrupted with a raised brow. “I do know.”
“Right.” You swallowed hard at the ominous implication, reaching behind you for the edge of the counter for extra support. “I know you asked me not to leave, but I needed to pick something up, and it was meant to be quick...”
You trailed off, faltering under the weight of his impenetrable stare. The same one that had made grown men crack and plead for his forgiveness or fall loose-lipped and spill all of their darkest secrets. 
“Is that all?”
“Yeah,” you exhaled, watching as he pulled his phone from his pocket. 
“I should call the doctor to come check you out.”
“No!” you immediately replied, wincing at the abruptness of it. “I mean, it’s nothing major. He might be needed somewhere else.”
“I see,” Changbin said, waltzing over to grab the black briefcase on the counter that you hadn’t noticed until then.
He was impossible to read, too well-versed in the art of maintaining a convincing poker face to tell you if he believed your fabrication. But he wasn’t yelling, or making a scene. So, you could take that as a good sign?
But you were still surprised that he hadn’t immediately questioned your argument...all the obvious parts that were simply unexplainable...until he lifted a familiar laptop onto the counter.
You froze when he turned the screen around, hitting play and broadcasting footage from what appeared to be a dash cam - one that you hadn’t even noticed in the car.
“You can take the car and head home. If Changbin asks, I was here all day, yeah? And your job went smoothly without any problems?”
You could barely contain your whimper, watching as Changbin popped a cork on one of the wine bottles you had delivered the other morning, filling one of the wine glasses hanging from the decorative stand next to the coffee machine. 
He took a sip, glaring down at the contents. “You lied to me,” Changbin said to break the sweltering silence. “You lied to me, and you disobeyed me.”
Every bit of oxygen was gone from your lungs at his declaration, and fear clasped a tight hand around your heart. “Binnie-”
“Take off those clothes and get yourself cleaned up,” Changbin growled, fingers gripping tight to the wine glass. “I’ll be in the bedroom.”
“Changbin-” you tried once more, but Changbin had already turned his back to you, and a heavy dread settled in the pit of your stomach.
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Despite the impossible weight hanging over your head, you managed to make it to the bathroom, stripping off the remnants of your bloody clothes before entering the shower. The hot water wasn’t even enough to make you feel clean this time, dreading the prospect of what waited for you in the bedroom. But you were also far too anxious to delay the inevitable, and you left the stall with a deep breath, giving yourself a quick look in the mirror before leaving to meet your fate.
It didn’t take long for him to notice your return, eyes narrowed with clear intent. And that could only mean trouble for you.
“Do you still want to lie to me?” came Changbin’s immediate question as soon as you joined him with a light shuffling of your feet, dressed in casual clothes that you had thrown on to make yourself look presentable.
He was standing next to your king-sized, appearing nothing short of intimidating dressed in his black slacks that held firm to his thighs and a black blazer, nothing underneath, revealing a long sliver of smooth skin. His arms were crossed over his chest, where you could see a hint of his firm pecs, fabric straining over his arms.
You would be positively salivating at the sight under any other circumstances if fear wasn’t so present, forcing yourself to meet his darkened gaze. “No.”
“No, what?”
You wanted to whine at the mere idea of the humiliation he was about to put you through. “No, sir.”
He nodded once, a brief acknowledgment that you had pleased him. “Come over here, doll.”
You faltered at the sound of the pet name, ignoring the way your legs shook beneath you, walking over to stand inches in front of Changbin. “Tell me what happened with Jisung.”
“Jisung...” you trailed off, still hesitating, and it was just enough for Changbin to reach out with one hand, snatching a fistful of your hair and forcing back your neck at an awkward angle, stinging pain erupting from your scalp.
“Tell me the truth, Y/N!”
And so you sang. Telling him absolutely everything. From the moment he left so you could change out of your cum-stained clothes from that morning’s fuck to the moment you walked back into the kitchen to stuff your blazer in a trash bag. All the while resisting tears and ignoring the fire blazing in Changbin’s gaze.
“You can’t punish Jisung,” you whispered at the end. “It was all my idea!”
“Sounds like he shares the blame,” Changbin mused, lessening the strength of his hold, allowing you to breathe a little easier without so much force. 
“I just- I didn’t want to make you mad...”
“Too late for that,” Changbin growled, and you shook like a leaf, feeling the tears that you had been trying to hold back fall free.
He tsked at the sight of them, releasing you completely, and you took a step back, wrapping your arms around your waist. He sighed then, looking you over, some of the earlier fire dimming.
But only just a little. “I can’t let infractions slide, Y/N,” he started, and you focused on your breathing, trying to keep your heart from beating out of your chest. 
“What can I do to make it up to you?” you dared to ask, only slightly relieved when Changbin smirked.
“You’ve been running that mouth a lot,” he said. “Using it to lie to me when I asked you to never do so. Maybe we can put it to a different use.”
The implication was right there in front of you, and you were quick to drop to your knees, fingers working at the leather belt around his waist. Changbin hummed in pleasure, hands making their way back to your knotted hair, keeping you close as you pulled down his pants to sit around his thighs.
“Good little cocksucker,” Changbin purred, breath hitching when you palmed him through his boxer shorts. “That’s why I keep you around. You might be hard around the edges, but that mouth always makes up for it.”
“Is that all I’m good for? Sucking your cock?”
Changbin scoffed at the question. He knew that your words were only intended to bite back a little. After all, he had once told you that you were irreplaceable to him. But in the moment, surrounded by so much heat that you could melt, you had resorted to petty asides in the hopes of drawing a reaction from him - one that might make him reconsider his tone if you made it seem like you were hurt by his comment.
“Don’t do that,” Changbin said, without missing a beat, even as his fingers reached out to circle your lips. “I know what you’re trying to do, and you know I could ask you for so much worse.”
You knew that too, kneeling statuesque still as Changbin considered his options. “You’ll suck me off,” he said. “And then I’ll see what kind of mood I’m in.”
You nodded as a response, pulling down the waistband of his underwear to free his cock, watching it stand proud and erect against the hem of his shirt before moving in. “Nice and slow,” Changbin requested, voice breaking around a choked gasp when your lips abruptly engulfed the head of his cock.
Changbin growled at the suddenness of your actions, and you couldn’t help but moan at the first taste of his salty precum on your tongue. You could practically feel yourself salivating, opening wide to take him in, head bobbing up and down to collect every inch. 
You made sure to circle the head of his cock with your tongue, just the way Changbin liked, feeling gratified when he groaned. Repeating the action a few times before pulling your mouth off him with a sopping wet suck just so that you could lick a strip along the underside of his erection. Tracing the prominent vein as you glanced up at him to see that his eyes were shining with a hint of mischief against the dark lust as he shook above you.
That look alone had a rush of arousal pooling low in your stomach, resisting the urge to touch yourself when you took him into your mouth again. He was far too big to manage all of his cock at once, suckling on the head while stroking the rest of his length. 
But Changbin had already said that it was a punishment, and you could feel your eyes growing bigger when he started to tug on your hair, hips grinding against you at a steady pace, and forcing his cock to sink deeper down your throat, shoving half of him between your lips and along your tongue before you felt yourself gagging.
“Doll,” Changbin hissed, resisting the urge to buck his hips even further, pushing the limits of your gag reflex, even if you knew that the tight heat of your mouth was irresistible. Feeling him sink his cock as deep as it could go, brutalizing your throat which was already starting to feel raw and used. 
Eventually, he let you pull off his cock with a gasp to collect your breath, leaving behind a sheen of your saliva, dripping down the head. You panted from the exertion of being used, and Changbin used a free hand to grip himself at the base, the other jerking your head back to meet his boiling gaze. “You know I want to fuck you now.”
“If that’s what you want,” you croaked, voice hoarse from his previous ministrations.
You could feel the coiling tension radiating from him as he carded his fingers through your hair, keeping you grounded as he worked his pants and boxer shorts into the floor. “Get naked,” he demanded, and you used the side of the bed to help yourself stand, doing as he asked and trying not to blush under the heat of his stare.
You knew that he could have kept you kneeling there for hours with his cock in your mouth, using you as a glorified sleeve. Content to watch you suffer and struggle beneath his powerful hands. “Where do you want me?” you asked, squeezing your thighs together when you felt his fingers trace down the back of your skin.
“I want you to cum,” he said, surprising you with any remote sense of generosity. Usually, Changbin wasn’t in the mood to let you cum when it involved a punishment, and so you were hesitant to believe him.
You watched as one of his hands shot out to to push against your shoulder, forcing you to sit back on the bed. He didn’t even need to ask, you went willingly with the motion, allowing yourself to lie on your back, looking up at the ceiling as Changbin moved between your parted thighs. 
Instantly, you were moaning when the flat of his tongue laved over the length of your cunt, leaving your mind pleasantly blank of all rational thought.
Your uneven breaths were getting caught in your throat as he groaned long and low, silky and smooth, the hot wet of his mouth fitting over your pussy while his tongue slipped between your folds, just teasing inside your fluttering entrance.
Pleasure sparked down your spine in one salacious roll, sending your hips arching against his mouth to seek more of the molten ecstasy. He joined your  hands together on your inner thighs, locking them in place as his tongue lapped up and down over your clit but then-
He pulled back without warning, and you forced down your displeasure with a muted groan at the unexpected loss, fingernails digging into the skin of his hands. Warm breaths washed over the sensitive skin of your stomach, his lips pressing kisses against naked flesh. “You always taste so good.”
The haze of arousal was already leaving a thick cloud of nothing inside your head, jumbling your words as they fell from your chapped lips. “Please don’t stop.“
You knew Changbin well enough to know that he could do just that, leave you aching and wanting for him in the name of punishing you for whatever indiscretion you had committed. But Changbin had different plans for once, and you were taken aback by the hot swipe of his tongue over your swollen clit, leaving you breathless all over again.
Your hips moved up without your discretion, but his hands managed to keep them pinned down in their search for more of his touch, and he started a steady rhythm, in perfect tune with your body like a master musician who could play you like a favorite tool. Your entire concept of rationality growing smaller and smaller to become a singular pinpoint of white hot pleasure under the insistent pressure of his tongue.
A sound you didn’t recognize echoed in your ears, the pounding of your heart and the swoosh of your blood rushing, muffled with the groans hummed against you, and it took you a long moment to realize that those noises belonged to you - a wordless sob vibrating with the tremor of your rapidly building orgasm.
Suddenly aware of your surroundings, you could hear everything else - the slick, messy glide of his tongue as he lapped at your clit, the husky grunt of his breathing and the soft whimpers he pulled from your chest. Christ, it was all too much. Coherency tested because of the overwhelming pleasure he was giving you, and you could feel the familiar strain as your core tightened and your orgasm continued to build up and up until -
His hum of approval vibrated against your swollen clit in a puff of hot air as he swirled the flat of his tongue over it and every muscle in your body seized all at once -
Your shoulders lifted off the mattress, spine curving as you tried to support yourself on your elbows, but failing as wave after wave of liquid heat pulled a trembling cry from your chest. You whispered his name as he worked your clit through it all, his tongue buzzing with the sound of his answering groan.
The climatic drop hit you with a snap, and you found yourself unable to do anything more than collapse back onto the bed. A deeply sated moan rising from your chest as Changbin’s eyes met yours from his place between your thighs. He immediately pulled back from your clit, dipping lower to gently kiss along your folds, the tip of his tongue tasting slick along its path.
You could feel powerful aftershocks rippling through your core from the teasing touches, and you huffed your discontent as the sensation mediated along the border of too much and not enough, pleasure trying to take root and build once more.
Your hands desperately clutched at him so tight that it hurt, and you loosened your grip to pull them free, sliding your fingers through his curls, fingertips twitching with the need to bring him closer and tug him away at the same time. You could feel the shiver run through him as your nails scrapes over his scalp, and he growled low, nose pressing against your swollen clit.
He jerked back and you let out a sigh of relief at the sudden rush of cool air over your core. “Did so good for me, doll.”
A pulse of want licked down your spine. His voice was raw with arousal, edged with desperation, hot and rough and impossible to deny. “Now, it’s daddy’s turn.”
He shifted onto his elbows, and suddenly you could feel two calloused fingers pressing against your entrance, circling lightly to gather your slick before dipping inside your cunt.
Your hips arched sharply at the unexpected intrusion, whining because you were still sensitive from your orgasm. You could feel him pushing his fingers deeper, your neck craning at an awkward angle to arch even further against his touch, hands leaving his hair to fist in the blankets and give you more room to anchor yourself, every cell in your body driven by the primal instinct to have him inside you.
He thrusted his fingers in to the knuckles and your inner walls squeezed tight at the heavy pressure, pulling a moan from both of you. Slowly, you watched him as he drug his fingers back until just the tips pressed inside you, and your pussy clenched once, twice, hips squirming, mewling cries pathetic even to your own ears. 
His lips pressed a sloppy kiss to the crease of your thigh. “This little pussy...trying to pull my fingers in - “
“Yes please -“ your words cut off abruptly, hips finding the perfect angle that allowed you to grind down, keeping his fingers deep, satiating the desperate edge of your rising orgasm.
But it’s not enough, not enough even as he pulled his fingers back out and back in, fingertips curling and brushing over that pleasure spot and making your legs tremble.
You released your hold on the bed sheets with one hand to twist at his wrist - gasping at the obvious trail of your slick, wet on his warm skin - a moan wrenching free from your throat as he thrusted deep again. “Another please give me another -“
Your hand rushed to grasp at anything as he slipped a third finger alongside the others, stretching the walls of your cunt deliciously.
“Oh!” you cried, eyes rolling into the back of your head.
Another slow drag, a full body shudder that curled your toes, another thick stretch of your pussy around his fingers, and it’s so impossibly good, the best you’ve ever had, pleasure spiraling hot from your core. Your hips rolled with it, taking him deeper and -
His tongue lapped over your clit without warning, and you cried out his name, the sensation no longer too much but just perfect and he groaned as he repeated the same action again, a fresh wave of slick coating his fingers, making them squelch as they thrusted deeper into your cunt.
Your inner walls  tightened around him desperately, ripples of pleasure coursing over your body in pulsating waves that stole the breath from your lungs, and when the tip of his tongue circled your clit and his lips closed around it to suck  -
You’re eyelids snapped open, sharp pleasure swarming over your skin and splintering through your limbs and forcing a cry from deep inside your chest.
There was nothing else you could think about. Feeling yourself move closer and closer to the edge -
Then there’s the drop.
A second orgasm wracking through your body, his fingers and lips and tongue steadily pulling you through it, wringing every last drop from your throbbing cunt until you have nothing left, limbs loose and muscles spent.
You registered that he’s moving away from you again, and a heady pang of desperation squeezed a whimper from your throat but then he’s right there, warm, broad frame covering yours, a comforting weight that anchored you back to reality.
His lips trailed over your jaw, so warm and wet - from where he had so skillfully taken you apart - his mouth soaked in your pleasure.
Your fingers are diving into his hair and crushing his mouth against yours before you fully registered the taste of yourself on him.
It’s indescribable, the feeling of his lips, slick and swollen, the flavor of you on his tongue.
A sigh hummed in the back of your throat as he deepened the kiss, and you pulled him closer, legs parting to let him settle against your hips, hands sliding around his back and up the solid planes of muscle to grip his shoulders.
Your free hand dropped lower, exploring smooth skin, to palm his balls, rolling them between your fingers, and feeling them tighten in your hold. Your cunt clenched needily when Changbin grunted his approval.
Your eyelids fluttered when he moved in closer, muttering darkly in your ear, too gravely to even understand the words, the rasp and sinful promise in them as his tone became more desperate, sending another gush of wetness to drench your pussy.
Changbin’s eyes darkened at the sight, and he was suddenly on his feet, pulling you up at a dizzying strength. 
“Bend over,” Changbin said, and you hesitantly turned around, leaning down to prop yourself on your elbows.
The arch in your back only deepened when he applied more force, causing you to bend at an obscene angle at the waist, shoving youe chest down onto the mattress. His fingers dug into the meat of your thighs, spreading your legs to leave you open. 
“Changbin!” you mewled, your eyes barely able to focus on the sheets under your palms, feeling your wetness start to build again he grunted and slid his cock teasingly down the crack of your ass and between your pussy lips.
Your eyes rolled shut when you felt him press the swollen tip against your opening, coating himself in your arousal. He groaned low in his throat, grinding his cock between your legs slowly. You arched under him, trying to rock your hips back before a strong hand at your hip stopped your movements.
“Shh…” he leaned down to rasp in your ear, leaning over your back so you could feel the heat radiating from him, “Daddy will give you what you want.” His voice – though rough – was like the sweetest nectar as it touched a desperate, primal part of you that begged to be filled by him.
You whimpered as the thick head ran up along your slit, catching on your entrance before pushing up to nudge against your clit.
“You’re lucky that I’m not doing worse.” His growl had you practically sobbing. Begging him to end his teasing.
The sudden pressure of the head of his cock entering you was enough to make your legs tremble. Fuck, you had never been wetter, never more aroused than you were in that moment and still, the ache in your hips as he entered you, the stretch you could feel in your pussy, had you choking on a gasp of his name.
He hummed his praise as you took him in, feeling every  vein as he forced your walls to part around him. It was overwhelming at first – the pulsing throb of him as you struggled to adjust to something so much bigger than his fingers – but it soon bled into an inferno that hungered for more.
“You’re so tight, so fucking tight...” he groaned, heady pants against your ear as he inched himself deeper with strong, shallow thrusts. “So fucking perfect… pulling me in...always want to be inside you,” he snarled, the spike in anger in his voice making your muscles clench automatically around him at the thought. You moaned airily as he bottomed out, brushing against your cervix, and filling you so deeply you could almost feel him in your throat.
Knocking his forehead to the back of your shoulder, he waited only long enough to pull in a few long, shuddering breaths. The overwhelming feeling of being so stuffed full of him had you grinding your hips back on his cock, desperate to have him fuck you harder. He withdrew once and sank back in, the two of you moaning at the drag of his cock along your sensitive walls.
He finally, finally started to give it to you the way you wanted, and if you thought you were prepared, you were sorely mistaken. He picked up a brutal pace almost immediately, as if being sheathed in you for those few moments had strained his control.
You loved every second of it.
Dropping both hands along your sides, he grabbed your hips more fully, and you didn’t even attempt to stop your moans, awareness of anything but you and him melting away. Your cunt gripped him in a vice as his cock dragged inside you, curving perfectly up against a part of you that made your walls quiver with every thrust.
“Fuck...” you panted and dropped your forehead to your arm to bite the soft flesh as you tried to muffle your sobs, a scream tearing from you despite your efforts when he angled his hips up perfectly to make you see stars behind your eyes and intense pleasure sizzle through you. 
He was touching places that brought you the most pleasure - years of fucking shaping him to know every inch of your body - and the bump of his head against that one spongy spot inside made you clench around him.
A calloused hand ran from the base of your spine up your back to press against the scruff of your neck, giving himself a better anchor to fuck into you, your name never sounding more sinful than when he repeated it in that low, husky timbre.
“You take me so well, doll,” Changbin groaned, voice undercut with a shuddering moan that wracked his body when you tightened around him, making him thrust into you wildly while chasing a desire that had been sitting on his chest ever since you dared to speak against him in the kitchen… “s-so good… ” his words trailed off as his head fell back, surrendering to his body’s need that burned through you both hotter than the sun.
You turned your head as much as you could under his hold to look at him, and you could’ve cum just by watching Changbin – sweat glistening on his honeyed skin and accenting the defined lines of his muscles – pounding into you like it was the last time he would have the chance, his grip on your hips firm and his eyes – though glazed with lust – locked onto yours when your lips parted on his name. A growl and particularly hard thrust were the only response you received in return.
You chased your orgasm frantically, conflicted in wanting him to keep fucking you but also to satisfy the insatiable hunger inside you begging to cum.
But then… he slowed.
Changbin let out a chuckle, his hips slowed from their brutal pace to lazy rolls, his cock sliding in and out of you. You whined, the torment of feeling your release ebb away from a raging inferno to a dull ache making you push back to try and regain that hard pace from before.
You were still half-dazed with lust that it took a few seconds longer for you to notice that Changbin had reached for his phone, grumbling something under his breath. “Binnie,” you pouted as his thrusts lulled to a slow grind against your ass, his cock buried inside you and barely withdrawing before rutting back into you again with slow rotations of his hips.
“Shh…” he purred. “I just remembered something.”
“W-what?” you managed to say, choking around a forceful grind.
“Jisung.”
The sound of Jisung’s name made your eyes widen as you shuddered beneath him. You tried to shake your head as he snapped his hips forward once more, the bite to your lip the only thing stopping your moan. “Don’t punish him...”
“Then you better not disappoint me, doll,” Changbin hissed, leaning back to his full height, still grinding his thick cock inside you and the pressure of feeling so full of him made your legs shake, aching with the need for him to move.
Your eyes were wide and disbelieving, so lost in the panic of hearing Jisung’s name, that you didn’t even acknowledge his words. Not until Changbin snaked a hand around in front of you to swipe his skilled fingers over your neglected clit.
“I’ve been so good Binnie,” you tried to keep your voice steady as you spoke, and it was a miracle that you even got a full sentence out with your cunt quivering around the solid length of Changbin’s cock throbbing inside you and sending a pulse of pleasure with every breath you took. “I’ve done everything that you’ve asked.”
"I guess you have,” Changbin growled as his fingers picked up their assault on your sensitive bundle of nerves.
You jerked forward and gasped, knocking against the bedframe. “I’ll do whatever you want!”
“Let’s see if you can keep that promise…” you could feel yourself slipping back into a familiar, lust-drunk haze, trying to keep your senses about you despite how much your body was telling you to just give in to the man fucking you.
Changbin pulled his cock out drive back in with a grunt, clearly starting to become more impatient, the threat of walking the line obvious by how tight he dug his fingers into your hips, bruising the soft skin.
“You gonna disobey me again??”
“I just wanted to help!”
A snarl erupted from somewhere deep in Changbin’s chest as he picked up his pace again, the noise too loud in yours ears as his cock pounded into you harder than before, not taking kindly to your response.
“I-I’m sorry,” You managed to stutter between thrusts, trying to keep your voice from shaking but you were doing a terrible job. There was no way Changbin wouldn’t pick up on the half-hearted answer, even against the sound of his skin slapping against yours.
Changbin kneaded hard at your ass cheeks, spreading them to watch himself disappear inside of your cunt over and over before he grabbed your hips to pull you back against him. He spread his feet further apart, adjusting himself at a different angle, and just like before, white light dotted your vision when he hit something devastating inside you, the sound of your gasp loud in the room, bouncing off the walls.
“You’ll listen to me now, doll?” Changbin snarled next to your ear, leaving you to choke around a sob when he rammed himself inside, giving you no time to recover from each brutal meeting of your hips. 
“I- I will,” you stammered, slurring around the words as you tried to hold on to the sheets beneath your fingers with all the strength you had left.
“Good,” Changbin purred, flashing you a familiar smirk that always managed to get under your skin in the best of ways.
Your breath caught on a short exhale, eyelids slamming closed when he gave three deep, sensual grinds of his hips before you were coming apart around him, moaning his name as you felt every bit of oxygen leave your body, the inferno building inside of you spiking with a violent shudder down your spine, leaving you spent and breathless beneath him.
“That’s my girl,” Changbin panted, returning his forehead to your shoulder as his hips lost their previous rhythm, slowly moving against you as you felt him cum with a hoarse whisper of your name. 
“Fuck,” you cursed when it was all over, sweat covering your body and brushing against the heavy sheen that trickled down his own golden flesh, chest heaving against your back as you both fought to catch your breaths.
You shivered when Changbin removed his weight from behind you, slowly pulling out his cock, leaving a trail of cum to leak down the back of your thighs. You tried not to wince at the sensation, feeling the mattress dip as he laid down next to you, curling out one arm to wrap around you. His skin was hot to the touch, even more so when he drug you into his side, engulfing you from head to toe in his heady sweat-laced scent. 
“Guess that mouth didn’t learn its lesson,” Changbin said in reference to your curse, finding the wherewithal to reach out and use one hand to grab your chin, forcing you to meet his gaze. “I don’t want you to be afraid of me, Y/N.”
You blinked at him, swallowing down the knot growing at the back of your throat. “Changbin-”
“Enough people are, but I don’t want you to be one of them.” he interrupted, moving closer to press a sweet kiss to your forehead.
“But Jisung-”
“I won’t punish him,” Changbin said, and his eyes reflected the sincerity of his words. “Not this time.”
You rolled your eyes, puffing out your bottom lip. “I never meant to upset you.”
“I know that, doll,” Changbin said, gaze fond as he studied you. “But I’ve got enough enemies in this city, and they wouldn’t hesitate to hurt you.”
You nodded, knowing well enough that it wasn’t an overreaction. From what you had rapidly grown to understand, there were people in this city salivating for weaknesses. A chance to bring down the biggest mafia boss and his syndicate and stake their own claim to the city’s riches. 
“I’m sorry,” you whispered, feeling your eyelids grow heavy, the effects of your post-orgasmic clash making themselves known. 
“Just this once,” Changbin said, and you could hear the warning in his tone, nodding your head against his chest. “Next time, you’ll be begging me to stop.”
You whimpered at his words, shivering at the possessive way he nipped at your shoulder, keeping you held tight in his arms. 
Right where you belonged.
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aquadenks · 9 months
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Toshinori Yagi x f!Reader
Sighhhhhhh. Yeah. I’m here. Villain Might (Skinny Might specifically). I promise I don’t normally go here but LET ME BE TODAY <3
wc: 1.5k
cw: very much serving hands, very much serving spit, he calls reader pet once, oral (m!receiving), fingers in mouth, mention of masturbation, mention of injury/blood, he gets shot, gangster au, no quirk au
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You’ve been loyal and obedient from the moment he picked you up; his sweet little thing. He was younger then, his tomorrows less concerning.
He’s tired. Older. Still at the top of his game, at the top of the ladder, respected and in control, but time has worn at him. He never concerned himself about being 40, or 50, or any type of old, but he made it there anyway, face contoured with lines at his eyes and the fierceness of his youth hollowing his cheekbones.
You think he’s handsome this way. You didn’t know him when he was starting out, only now. As the leader, as the grey weaves itself into his hair at his temples, as he leans back into his leather chair with a sigh.
His abdomen aches him, tightens like an old knee in the rain. The old bullet wound makes him feel stiff and he rubs the heel of his palm into it absently, an old habit he barely takes mind of.
“You should rest,” you offer, watching him press forward and take the gun off the desk, assembling it, loading it, keeping his mind and hands busy.
“Later.”
The forecast for tonight is thunderstorms. It suits the rampage he plans for then, an ambush that will inevitably end in someone hurt. You always fear it will be him. Not a graze, like you’ve seen before, but something severe. Something serious and fatal.
He clicks his tongue behind his teeth, quirking his head in a come here motion, knowing you’re staring without needing to look at you.
You obey, sinking to your knees at his side when he pats his thigh.
“Be careful tonight.” Your hands creep onto his thigh, eyes looking up at him widely with that sweet innocence he likes.
“I’m always careful.”
“Not always.” Your gaze trails down his torso, and he tuts.
“That’s old.” His hand tilts your chin up, forcing you to look back at him. You lean into his touch when he cups your cheek, rings pressing into your skin. “You’re such a caring pet, but don’t worry your pretty head over an old man like me.”
You don’t say more, but rest your cheek against his leg, enjoying the way he brushes his large hand over your head until one of his men is bound to come in and interrupt that moment to tell him it’s time to leave.
-
He comes back in a clumsy whirlwind, clattering and stumbling as he pressed one hand against that complaining old wound, the other clutching at his shoulder.
You hold your breath when the noise wakes you up, punctuated by the crash of thunder, lightning flashing in through the window.
From under the door, you see the light from his desk lamp seeping in, hear a faint hiss as he patches himself up.
“Shit.”
You sit up from the bed and tiptoe to the door, spying through the crack as he lights a cigarette, black shirt draped over his chair and blood trickling down his arm.
“Toshi?”
He falls into his chair, exhaling smoke. “I told you to stop waiting up for me.”
You shake your head. “I heard you come in.”
He studies you, concern in those dewy eyes.
“I’m fine.”
“You don’t look fine.”
You’ve seen it before. You’ll probably keep seeing it, on him and others, if you stay.
A few years ago he said you were free to leave, but by then you had grown attached. He didn’t treat you bad, not like the enemy he took you from nor like a prize. He was tender, when you were alone with him.
You wonder if he would be that way if you met him earlier, when he was younger, more reckless. Before the scar marred across his torso, gnarled and red.
“I am fine.” He grunts, using his shirt to wipe up some of the blood from his pale skin. “You should’ve seen the other guy.”
“Is he dead?”
His frown pulls at his mouth. “I don’t know.”
You shuffle into the room more, into the soft yellow glow of his lamp, it touching at your toes, washing over your skin higher as you keep inching in, until it’s covering your legs entirely.
“Let me help.” You reach into the lower drawer in his desk for the first aid kit.
He doesn’t fight you, lets you move around to see the extent of the damage and prop yourself up to sit on the desk in front of him, thighs on display and the plush of them flattening against the wood. He has to divert his stare while you work, or he wouldn’t be able to let you finish. His hands itch to touch you.
The silence is suffocating as you clean him up and wrap him in bandages, aside from the rain on the window and the fading rumbles of thunder as the storm moves away from you.
Once you finish, his hand rests on your hip.
“You’re so soft.” He traces the curve of your waist, rough fingers against the smooth of your younger skin. “So gentle.”
“I don’t want to hurt you more.”
He shakes his head, chuckling under his breath. “What’re you still doing here with an old man like me?” The patter of rain has calmed, quietened in the background. Your pulse feels louder in your ears. “Should’ve left when I said.”
“I care about you, Toshi.”
“You shouldn’t.”
“Why not?”
“You ought to save your heart for a good man. One that deserves soft.”
“You are good. You’re good to me.” You frown. “What does it matter that your older?”
“There’s gonna be a day I’m not here for you. A good man wouldn’t risk his life when he had something sweet to live for.”
“Then don’t risk it.”
“I can’t change who I’ve been. How I have to live my life now based on those choices I made.”
“I don’t care. I like you as you are.”
He leans into you, wincing at the pull in his side. “I can’t leave.”
“I know.” Your cool hand touches his arm. “Will you rest now?”
He hums, fingers tracing mindless patterns on your skin under your shirt. “Come sit with me.”
He pulls away too soon for your liking, moving to the couch against the window overlooking the city. You follow, letting pull you onto his lap. He sighs when he feels your weight press into him, so soft and warm, so opposite to his wiry and hardened self. It feels like indulgence to soak in your body against his.
He thinks you’d be even softer and warmer inside — your mouth, your pussy.
His hands explore you, squeezing at your thighs, coasting up your tummy, kneading your breasts. He revels in the little sighs he coaxes from you while not touching you anywhere you really want him. It’s about his selfish, restrained desire for you, and he wants to satiate every last curious thought about you. How you feel, your whole presence, how you react to him. How you look down on him with those eyes he cannot ever get enough of, legs bracketing his.
“Tosh.”
His fingers press at your pouty lips, and you open for him, suck on his digits and let him get carried away as he pressed deeper, pushes on your tongue and fucks your mouth like that, fixated on the spit you can’t keep in your mouth as it dribbles down your chin and his hand.
“Why don’t you help me relax, hm?” His free hand loosens his belt, and it brings your attention to how hard he’s gotten just looking at you, from feeling you. “Remind an old man like me how it feels to be with a pretty young thing like you.”
His hand never leaves your mouth as he frees his cock, taking his fingers from your jaw then to pump it once, slow, then twice, spreading that spit down his length.
His dry hand cups the back of your head, bringing you down to his lap. You slide from the couch, knees hitting the carpet, and he widens his legs for you come between. He’s hard, but not fully. It’s slower to come to life than it used to be, but there’s an edge to him tonight he hasn’t felt in a while.
There’s been lonely nights he’s jerked himself to the thought of you, but it only scratched the surface. Never quite hard enough. Never coming with enough fervour, never enough to show for it when he’s done.
He already feels more alive with you actually in front of him. And those fucking eyes looking up at him — they do something irreparable to him.
You take him in your mouth and he has to keep from hissing like he’s in pain, dick twitching at your wet mouth closing around his tip, hot and so, so soft. Your eyelashes flutter and eyes close almost all the way, just open a sliver, but that’s not enough. Not for him.
His hand settles on your head, open palm tilting your face up to him as he thumbs stray hairs from your forehead.
“Keep those eyes open. Eyes on me. Don’t look away.”
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wangxianficfinder · 3 months
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1. I have been looking for this fic for WEEKS!! , I read this fic many months ago, so I don't really remember it well. In this Wei Wuxian is kinda like possessed or something, it's like after his 3 months in burial mounds he comes out very changed he has become very emotionless and has become mute as in he neve ever speaks at all, he always obeys his Sect Leader (Jiang Cheng) and has over all just become a machine who listens to what his master say. Jiang Change,Jiang Yanli and Lan Wangji are very concerned and disturbed about his behaviour. There are chapters where Jiang Yanli and Jiang Cheng try to cheer him up or make him speak something but it never works.And as u can imagine lan Wangji is heartbroken as well
Then i don't remember how exactly but in the end they show Jiang Yanli,Jiang Cheng,Lan Wangji,Nie Huasiang, and an unconscious Wei Wuxian in the burial mounds and it shows that the burial mound spirits had bargained with wei wuxian when he was thrown in and in order to escape from the burial mounds and to protect his family Wei Wuxian had sacrificed his heart to it. But in the end he regains it and he goes back to being normal. And it's an Overall happy ending.
I have been searching through all the tags of ao3 that could possibly be linked to that fic but I just can't find it
Please help me find this soon
FOUND? between the shadow and the soul by Reverie (cl410) (M, 22k, wangxian, JYL/WQ, JC/NHS, Canon Divergence, Angst with a Happy Ending, Family, Dark WWX, Feral WWX, Memory Loss, Magic, Magical Realism, Protective LWJ, Protective JC, Protective JYL, Grief, BAMF WWX, POV Alternating, Happy Ending)
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2. Hey! I’m looking for a certain fic. It’s a rogue cultivator wei ying. All I remember is that during a cultivator event, he takes jiang yanli on a sword ride. He leaves a note, but everyone gets worried she is missing. I think there were corpses attacking. Madam Jin accuses him of starting shit, but jiang yanli defends him. Hope someone’s know it, thanks!
FOUND? SanRen by Kyogre (T, 87k, wangxian, Canon Divergence, Different First Meeting, Romantic Fluff, Action & Romance, Eventual Happy Ending) chapter 14
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3. hi i was wondering if you know the fic where lwj visits burial mounds but then a-yuan started crying so he said that he’ll stay once he calms down but ofc by the end both him and wwx have confessed their feelings for each other. please help me i have been trying to find it for the past hour. thank you very much!!! <333
FOUND? A Crying Shame by thunderwear (G, 16k, wangxian, Canon Divergence, Fix-It, A-yuan to the rescue, Getting Together, Mutual Pining, Sharing a Bed, Domestic Fluff, Love Confessions, First Kissa, LWJ joins WWX at burial mounds, LWJ is soft pass it on, literally all fluff, Marriage Proposal, Oblivious WWX)
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4. Hello. I’m looking for a long fic. It’s wangxian HAPPY ending and after jin zixuan “dies”. The truth is, He’s not dead. Everyone belive he is, but the jin clan got him and put him on the underground. Some time ago, wen qing, who everyone think is dead too, ends up there with him. They stay years on that prison and, besides some jin and meng yao, no one knows. After some time they get out, I don’t remember how, and the fic continues from there. I looked at all my bookmarks and havent found it.
FOUND? You still sound like a song by Moominmammashandbag (M, 64k, wangxian, WIP, Ghost!WWX, Mystery, LWJ plays inquiry, AU from after the Wens came to Lotus Pier, Most people lived, not everybody died, Angst with a Happy Ending, river spirit!WWX, Angst and Feels, description of murder, imminent smut, Execution, bad dog names, Poisons, Discussion of Attempted Murder, BAMF WWX, Family Feels)
FOUND? 🧡 like speaking to my heart by SnowshadowAO3 (T, 613k, WangXian, Canon Divergence, Daemons, Slow Burn, Hurt/Comfort, Angst with a Happy Ending, Canonical Character Death, Some people live!, additional warnings in specific chapters, if you don't know what daemons are that's ok because I explain it in the author's note, also by slow burn I VERY much mean slow burn) That part happens near the end iirc / it might be this one? Chapter 37 is the bit the anon mentions
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5. Hi! (This part added to itmf) cuz I lost the one I’ve read where wwx has a sister who’s paired with xichen and I remember her having a kid with xichen but she died(?) and xichen had to raise their son alone and when she came back she lost her memories. Thank youu!! @gideonmorningstar
FOUND? your smile tells me im safe by TheDoctorDionysus (E, 143k, LXC/Female Reader, WangXian, XuanLi, Reader-Insert, Angst and Fluff and Smut, Eventual Romance, Eventual Happy Ending, Eventual Smut, Slow Burn, Canon-Typical Violence, Somebody Lives/Not Everyone Dies, Blood and Injury, Crossdressing, Pining, Angst with a Happy Ending, Suicide Attempt, Explicit Sexual Content, Semi-Public Sex, Blow Jobs, Inappropriate Use of Gūsū Lán Forehead Ribbon, Hair-pulling, Pregnancy, Pregnant Sex, Marriage Proposal, Married Couple, Canon Divergence, Implied/Referenced Child Abuse, Drunk LWJ, its brief but drunkji is there, Amnesia, Major Character Undeath, Canonical Character Death - WWX)
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6. hi im looking for an omegaji fic that was really beautifully paced and written, published sometime last year i think. it had an inn, really creepy atmosphere and background xiyao. i can’t remember anything else about it and i want to reread it so bad
FOUND? penumbra by globose (E, 21k, WangXian, A/B/O Dynamics, Bottom LWJ/Top WWX, Mpreg, YLLZ WWX, Demon/Human Relationships, Supernatural Elements, Omega LWJ)
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7. Hiii!! I am looking for a fic I read a long time ago, so I don't remember most of the details. Sorry about that. What I remember about it clearly is that WWX was never found by Jiang Fengmian or any cultivator. Many years later he becomes a minister/official of some kind for the emperor, who is not related to the cultivation world. Now comes the fuzzy part, so it may or may not be helpful for finding that fic. The emperor knows when the war breaks out and sends WWX to help settle the war, and WWX once again becomes a leading cause for the demise of Wen Sect. And obviously WWX and LWJ fall in love during that time.
Once again thanks for all the hard work you do to keep this fandom well fed. @songtaegguk
FOUND? Copying Scriptures by chiyukimei (E, 31k, wangxian, graphic depictions of violence, Genius WWX, Palace, canon wangxian dynamics, Angst with a Happy Ending, LWJ Bites, LWJ is the baby of the Lan Clan, Good Uncle LQR, WangXian are parents, Fluff, Blood and Injury, Self-Harm)
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8. Hi again! I'm looking for a modern AU where LZ gains friends after wy's death/disappearance.
So wy has a lot of friends, like jc jyl wq wn nhs jzx lqy etc, and by being in a relation w wy, lz also has access to them.
But once wy is gone lz thinks the link between wy's friends and lz is non-existant and starts to spiral from the loss of wy, alone.
But the friends don't let lz go, barge into lz apartment and makes a space for themselves and help lz grieve n move on from the loss of his partner.
Slowly through the years lz feels he also has friends.
Eventually wy does come back and wangxian rekindles their flame. @imstillthinkingaboutithmm
NOT FOUND! Sounds like it could be The transitive property as it applies to love by deliciousblizzardshark, part 2 of the series (T, 10k, wangxian, LXC & LWJ, LWJ & WQ, LWJ & WN, Modern, Grief/Mourning, Mention of substance abuse, Angst and Hurt/Comfort, Autistic LWJ) also as a side note, parts 1 & 2 are open, but part 3 is locked to AO3 users
FOUND? Love Don't Belong To Me by airinshaw (E, 21k, WangXian, Modern AU, Getting Together, Kissing, Intercrural Sex, Light Angst, Happy Ending, PTSD, Panic Attack, WWX's canonical self-esteem issues, Canonical Child Abuse, not as dark as the tags imply, Past Relationships mention) its not the WWWWXD series, but the focus isn't on LWJ as much as it is on WWX
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9. Hi! I’ve been searching for a fic I read a while back. It was a modern omegaverse AU (also maybe soulmates) with younger omega LWJ and older alpha WWX. They were in university (LWJ in his 1st year and WWX in his last I think). The uni had a research facility studying a/b/o dynamics, or it might have been soulmates? Anyway, Madam Yu was a professor, and she was actually good and liked WWX and was on his side. Lan Qiren was a professor as well, and I think Wen Qing worked at the clinic as a grad student. I remember one scene where Wangxian were in the clinic and they were fooling around and it was their first time, and the staff had to shoo all the doctors and researchers away (I think there was a 2 way mirror). I don’t remember much else but would really appreciate the help—I can’t find it anywhere and it’s driving me to distraction!
FOUND?🔒 I is for Instinct by beeswaxing (E, 71k, WangXian, A/B/O Dynamics, Alpha WWX, Omega LWJ, Scenting, Possessive Behavior, Getting Together, First Time, First Kiss, Public Display of Affection, Public Claiming, Omega Verse, Good Parent LQR, Alpha YZY, Good Parent YZY, Family Feels, Fluff, Romance, Aftermath of Violence, Slice of Life, Modern AU, College/University, BAMF WWX, Soft WangXian, Barebacking, Knotting, Semi-Public Sex, Shameless, Mating Cycles/In Heat, Mpreg)
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10. hi !! just wanted to let you know that this fic could possibly be deleted, but i hope it isn’t. i vaguely remember this is abo — wwx is an omega and lz is an alpha, wwx is kicked out of gusu for reasons (i think lz had something to do with it), madam yu then trains wwx to be this spy/assassin who is to protect jiang cheng and yanli, during xuanwu wwx pretends to be someone else but lz and nhs find out, wwx fakes his death during/after xuanwu, last chapter is letters from nhs (to madam yu?)
FOUND?🔒Pendulum by ShippersList (M, 69k, WangXian, XiYao, Canon Divergence, A/B/O Dynamics, Non-Traditional A/B/O Dynamics, Alpha LWJ, Omega WWX, Misunderstandings, Canon-Typical Violence, Spies & Secret Agents, Fake Character Death, Slow Burn, Mating Cycles/In Heat, Angst with a Happy Ending, Hurt/Comfort, Emotional Hurt/Comfort, BAMF WWX, Attempted Sexual Assault, Canonical Character Death, Mutual Pining, Good MY, Introspection, Self-Sacrificing WWX, Love Confessions, Protective LWJ, past child sexual abuse)
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11. hello ! I recently lost track of a wangxian proposal au, like the movie lol. pretty sure it had something like “the proposal au no one asked for” in the summary. Ik that’s not a lot to go on, but I was hoping you could help. tysm!
FOUND? The Grandmaster of Foolproof Proposals by chronicallylethargic (G, 16k, WIP, WangXian, Modern AU, The Proposal Fusion, Fake/Pretend Relationship, Mutual Pining, The Proposal AU, Fluff and Humor, Fluff and Angst, Fake Marriage, deportation, Green Card Marriage, Miscommunication, Horseback Riding, wwx isnt adopted by the jiangs in this fic)
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12. fic finder request! having no luck looking through my history for a fic, where i only rmb the ending. wangxian are with dafanwen. after giving lwj two flowers (or sth similar) from himself and ayuan, wwx reveals that he is expecting their second child by presenting lwj with a third flower. i can't rmb if ayuan is wangxian's biological child in this fic.
thank you so much for what you do and happy new year!
FOUND!🔒Blooming in white by luckymoonly (T, 38k, WangXian, XuanLi, MianQing, NieLan, ChengSang, Canon Divergence, Mpreg, Getting Together, Fluff and Angst, Happy Ending starts from chapter 71, hidden pregnancy, Mutual Pining, Drama, Misunderstandings, Everyone Lives/Nobody Dies, Miscommunication, WWX and NHS are BFF, matchmaker!NHS, Fix-It)
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13. Hi! I’m trying to find a fic and I can’t remember the name. From what I do remember, it focuses on Lan Sizhui as WWX’s son while he was dead, with Jiang Ching repeatedly inviting him over to get to know his Jiang heritage. I don’t think he knows his other parent is WWX? LWJ doesn’t really want him to go but he eventually goes anyway and learns about his dad’s sect. @finmoryo
FOUND? Would You Come Home? by s6115 (Not rated, 46k, WangXian, Junior Quartet Centric, Time Travel Fix-It, Canon Divergence, Junior Quartet Dynamics) this story doesn't feature a lot of actual wwx (tho he very much plays a part) but technically it fits the prompt and it's a great fic
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14. Hey, Can you help me find a fic? In the fic wwx owns an apothecary. Lwj and wwx meet bcz lwj is injured. Wwx is adopted by either the apothecary owner or a doctor who owns an apothecary. Hope you are able to find it for me. @mayavsworld
FOUND? A Heart Made of Jade by makkurokuro93 (E, 66k, WangXian, Historical, Ancient China, Politics, Drama & Romance, Love Triangles, One-Sided LXC/WWX, Slow Burn, Sexual Content, Angst with a Happy Ending, Top WWX/Bottom LWJ, Top LWJ/Bottom WWX, of course they switch ssh, Fluff, Eventual Relationships)
FOUND? what builds a home by Stratisphyre (T, 45k, WangXian, MY & WWX, Canon Divergence, Adopted WWX, POV Multiple, warning for JGS behaving exactly as expected, child endangerment, Brother Feels, Minor Character Death) probably isn't "what builds a home" by Stratisphyre but I wanted to mention it in case -- wwx & meng yao are brothers in this fic, meng yao runs an apothecary, and wwx meets lwj (and saves him) b/c lwj is injured
is it a historical/no cultivator clans AU where the Twin Jades are a pair of outlaws a la Robin Hood?
FOUND? Eyes by SplitGirl28 (M, 60k, WIP, WangXian, Adopted by Doctor, WWX Isn't Adopted by the Jiāngs, Cultivator Apothecary WWX, No Golden Core Transfer, Meet Different, WWX has a secret, Secret BAMF WWX, Pining LWJ, Oblivious WWX, WangXian Get a Happy Ending)
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15. I'm looking for a Xicheng fic that I once read and I cannot find It was a 'smut' fic. Modern day. LXC was the son of the owner of a restaurant in which JC and NHS worked. it's LXC's birthday and he comes to the restaurant to celebrate and he had a 'special service' dinner planned out, but the waitress is not available or something , so NHS asks JC to do it instead and LXC and JC have ***. Turns out this was set up by LXC and NHS coz LXC had a crush on JC! If anyone has an idea please help out !
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16. looking for a fic where wwx makes a bet at the cr that he’ll kiss lxc before the summer is up but he actually ends up w lwj obviously
FOUND? Bet Your Heart by Vamillepudding (G, 14k, wangxian, LXC & WWX, Canon Divergence, Romantic Comedy, Mutual Pining, Hurt/Comfort, Getting Together)
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17. Hello, I’ve been desperately looking for a particular fic but all I really remember is one scene, where after wangxian reunion and justice being served and all (at least I think that bit has already happened by that point of the fic), it turns out that Wen Qing survived after all but had been kept prisoner. I just remember this scene of her in her cell considering her imminent death because her meals have stopped for a some time already (since JGY is no longer around to provide them or something along those lines, but she doesn’t know that) and then she hears a familiar voice outside and she calls desperately despite barely having a voice and despairs for a moment thinking no one noticed but then WWX, who very much did hear her and was wandering around Koi Tower with Lan Zhan for some reason I can’t remember, brings down the entire prison around her and rescues her. I’m fairly certain there must have been a happy ending, because that’s all I ever read. I know it’s not a lot to go on but it’s been driving me insane trying to find it. Thanks for all your wonderful work!
FOUND? Reunion by LtLJ, last part of the series (G, 3k, WWX & WQ, wangxian, WQ & WN, Hurt/Comfort, BAMF WWX, WQ Lives, Canon-Typical Violence, Canon-Typical Behavior, Angst with a Happy Ending, YLLZ WWX, BFFs)
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18. Hello I'm translating on Google Translate, so sorry for any mistakes. I'm looking for a fanfic at the time of the siege at the tombs, instead of Jiāng Yànlí, he stood in front of Weiying to protect him and Lan Zhan, who was injured and Weiying thought he killed him, until he handed himself over to the Lan clan.
FOUND? If I Could Go Back in Time by Runningbarefoot (M, 122k, wangxian, JC & JYL & WWX, LXC/NMJ, LXC & LWJ, LXC & WWX, Canon Divergence, Role Reversal, Not Everyone Dies AU, This Is Why We Can't Have Nice Things, Pining, Angst with a Happy Ending, Grief/Mourning, Loss, YLLZ WWX, Eventual Happy Ending, The Twin Jade Brotherhood, Hurt/Comfort, Healing, Canon-Typical Violence, Character Study, Twin Prides of Yúnmèng Dynamics, Slow Burn)
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19. Hi, I'm looking for a wangxian angst fic I read a while ago? It was a modern au, and I can't remember if they were married or not but it was definitely an established relationship and it was about lan wangji being upset because he thought wei wuxian had moved his mother's urn and wei wuxian ended up apologizing after lan wangji got mad even though he hadn't done anything. The fic had a really nice make up afterward and i want to read it again so bad waaah
FOUND! under my skin by wqngji (M, 3k, WangXian, Fluff and Angst, Hurt/Comfort, Angst with a Happy Ending, Misunderstandings, Established Relationship, Fights, Crying, Married Couple, Insecure WWX, Self-Worth Issues, Hurt WWX, Sex in a Car, Car Sex, Day At The Beach)
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20. Hi I am looking for a fic in which wei ying wakes up in the burial mounds, which have turned green.
He basically growns flowers and seems to be some kind of deity @pigtruffles
FOUND? the trees welcome with open branches by defractum (nyargles) (nyargles) (T, 13k, WangXian, Canon Divergence, Supernatural Elements, Getting Together, Fix-It of Sorts)Wwx turns himself into a forest on the burial mounds. Lwj visits, and they Communicate
Is this a time travel fic? Where he wakes up and sees the wens alive and the burial mounds flourishing with life? And he's so confused because he doesn't know how it happened? But it was because he wished for the wens to have a better life before he died or something? I can't remember the name of that fic but maybe some one else can?
FOUND? 🔒 Of Destruction and Rebirth by demoniqt (M, 88k, wangxian, JYL/JZX, major character death, underage, rape/non-con, graphic depictions of violence, Slow Burn, Canonical Character Death, God WWX, God Verse, BAMF WWX, Grieving LWJ, Angst and Hurt/Comfort, Canon Divergence, Gods & Goddesses, JC & WWX Reconciliation, Rabbits, Fix-It, Attempted Sexual Assault, Attempted Rape/Non-Con, Canon-Typical Violence, Blood and Gore, Castration, Lots of it, repeatedly, Punishment, Hell) He didnt wake up in burial mound but he is a god and make burial mound green
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hongcherry · 9 months
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"Seonghwa entertains your need for a late-night rendezvous despite his better judgment."
🏍 Pairing: biker!Seonghwa x richGirl!Reader (afab)
🏍 Rating/Genres/AUs: M(18+); Smut, angst; light fluff; Bad boy/rich girl au, friends to lovers
🏍 Warnings: Reader referred to as "girl", pet names (pretty girl, princess, whore, baby), #teamseonghwa.... you'll see why 😪 | [smut] dirty talk, unprotected sex on his bike, one spank lol, 5 seconds of summer choking, creampie, orgasm denial, fingering, oral (f. rec.), degradation, seonghwa's gets a lil mean 🥹...lmk if i missed anything! ^-^
🏍 Word Count: 3.5k
🏍 Author's Note: I am shamelessly contributing to the biker!hwa agenda 🫡 And ofc for research purposes, I stared at the gif for a long while. Curse you Park Seonghwa *shakes fists in the air*
part two
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The flickering street lamp casts an eerie glow on the man in the distance.
He sits half on his motorbike as he slips on a black glove. He pays no attention to the sounds your feet are making on the rough cement. He only looks up when you’re a foot away.
“Hey, pretty girl,” he smiles, leaning back slightly. The chains resting around his neck greet you with tinkling winks under the light.
“Hi, handsome,” you reply cheerfully.
Seonghwa drinks in your appearance. Your bright clothes are the polar opposite of his and the scenery around you. However, he expects nothing less from you.
His eyes lower until they spot your platform heels with fuzzy decor across the toe straps.
Seonghwa lets out a silent huff of air in amusement, one corner of his mouth lifting in a lopsided grin. He blinks once then his eyes are suddenly on you.
The action has you shifting your weight.
“Interesting choice,” he comments. They’re a little odd, but they’re growing on him as the seconds tick by.
“Cute, huh?” you ask, angling your foot to show off your shoe.
“Perhaps,” he murmurs, then picks up a spare jacket from the back of his motorbike. “But I’m not sure they’re appropriate for tonight.”
Seonghwa tosses you the jacket, and you catch it with ease. It’s similar to his, but the reddish-orange accent color swirls in a different pattern.
You put on the item as you reply, “I didn’t have enough time to change.”
“Your date lasted that long?”
“It wasn’t a date,” you sigh at having to repeat yourself from previous conversations.
“You got all dolled up for dinner with a man. Sounds like a date to me,” he explains.
You shake your head, walking toward his bike and gesturing for him to get on. He obeys languidly.
“I’m about to go for a late-night drive with a man. Is this a date then?” you ask and swing a leg over the seat.
Seonghwa hands you a helmet before putting his own on.
“You didn’t get dressed up for me,” he states while you slip on the helmet.
You don’t have time to reply because Seonghwa has revved up his bike. Seconds later, he is driving out of the abandoned parking lot.
You wrap your arms around his waist, the familiar feeling bringing comfort. You can smell his strong cologne and resist the urge to take a deep whiff.
Riding on Seonghwa’s motorbike has your heart soaring with happiness.
Your eyes close as you embrace the wind rushing past your body. The graceful way he swerves through traffic makes you feel like you’re dancing.
You’re tempted to outstretch your arms, but you recall Seonghwa’s nagging voice from the one time you did it in the past. You don’t know why he cared so much, but you figured he just didn’t want to be reliable for murdering the mayor’s daughter.
That definitely wouldn’t end well for him.
Thirty minutes pass until you reach your destination.
Seonghwa’s first to climb off his bike. He sets his helmet down before reaching out for your hands. He helps you off of the bike carefully, watching as you stumble and feeling you squeeze his hands.
Normally after rides, your legs feel a little like jelly. It’s become a habit for Seonghwa to hold you for support afterward.
“’m good now,” you giggle after a moment. 
Seonghwa drops your hands and then takes a few steps to overlook the town. You quickly set your helmet by his before turning to watch him.
The area is just outside your town on top of a hill. You and Seonghwa had stumbled across the spot by accident a month ago, and it’s become your regular hang-out ever since.
The freedom you feel from being away from town makes you feel weightless. You’re not the mayor’s daughter here. You’re not required to go on “dates” to uphold your family’s reputation. You’re not told who you can and can’t see.
It’s liberating.
And addicting.
You step next to Seonghwa silently. The town’s lights look more beautiful from a distance. If you didn’t know better, you’d want to go back. But you know what awaits you at home.
“You ever have to sit in a car with a guy who smells like rotten fish?” you ask out of the blue.
Seonghwa’s not affected by your sudden outburst. He simply slides off his jacket before laying it on the ground. You expect him to sit on it, but he sits next to it.
You open your mouth to question him; however, when he gestures to the item, you understand.
You slowly lower yourself onto his jacket.
Seonghwa leans back on his hands, legs straight in front of him. He’s wearing a simple black tank top in the chilly night, but he’s not shivering.
“No, because he would’ve been kicked out,” he belatedly answers.
You smile and avert your gaze from him to the town.
“If only I could’ve done that,” you sigh.
“So, who was he this time?”
You groan at the memory. “One of the council’s sons. He’s, like, seven years younger, but of course, Daddy wants me to befriend all his friend's children.”
“Aren’t you a good little girl,” Seonghwa teases in a sing-song manner, coming close to your ear.
You scoff and shove at him. “I don’t want to be.”
“Hm,” he pauses in thought.
Seonghwa brings a hand to your chin, angling your face so you’re looking at him. You’re thankful for the moon that allows you to see his handsome features.
His voice drops an octave when he says, “You want to be a bad girl?”
Your heart races at his words. He somehow always has a way to get your blood pumping and mind whirling.
“Aren’t I always when I’m with you?” you reply with a subtle smirk.
Seonghwa chuckles lowly.
“Sneaking out, hanging around someone like me, engaging in inappropriate behavior,” he trails off, slowly leaning in until he’s guiding you back on the ground.
“Definitely a bad girl,” he concludes.
His lips are centimeters away from yours. He’s staring at you with an intensity only Seonghwa can create. It causes your insides to do somersaults; your heart beating irregularly.
You don’t like the feeling.
Needing some form of control, you push against his chest. He pulls away, but instead of leaving him be, you sit up with him and climb into his lap.
Seonghwa’s hands rest on your hips.
“Only for you,” you smile sweetly.
He raises an eyebrow. “I don’t think that’s true, princess.”
“Why is that?” you wonder, trailing your hands up his arms until they’re around his neck, inching yourself closer.
“You’ll crawl to anyone who gets you away from that town,” he replies. His hands rise to apply pressure against your lower back, pressing your chest against his. “I bet if you met Jongho before me, he’d be here with you instead.”
There’s truth to his answer.
Seonghwa’s your key to freedom. Without him, you’d be stuck in your overly big mansion—alone and unhappy.
But even though you saw him as a way to spread your wings at first, you started to want to spend nights with him for different reasons. Reasons you’ve been pushing down for a few weeks now. Reasons you’ll never admit to.
Reasons you want to forget.
“Then aren’t you lucky you paid for my meal when I forgot my money?” you say, leaning down to peck his pretty lips.
“Maybe you’re the lucky one since you followed me out like a lost puppy,” he grins. He glides his hands up and down your body lazily.
“I just wanted to thank you,” you argue.
“Wanna know what I think?”
“Trick question.”
“I think you thought I looked like trouble,” he answers anyway.
“Well, aren’t you?”
“If I wasn’t, you wouldn’t be here.”
“Enough talking, Hwa,” you sigh. “Let’s get into that trouble I’m looking for.”
“Don’t we always,” he murmurs before crashing his lips on yours.
You instantly swipe your tongue along his lower lip, encouraging him to deepen the kiss.
Seonghwa’s no stranger to your quick antics, so he moves his tongue to meet yours without hesitation. His hands trail to squeeze your breasts through your blouse, eliciting an approving hum from you.
Your back arches in his hands as you begin to roll your hips. Seonghwa’s deft fingers pinch your nipples through your shirt, and it’s not long until his mouth is peppering kisses along the swells of your breasts.
When you start sliding off the jacket you’re wearing, he stops you.
“Leave that on,” he instructs before lifting your top and pulling down one of your bra cups. His mouth connects with your nipple, giving it a few flicks of his tongue.
“It’d be easier if you let me take it off,” you say between moans.
Seonghwa pulls away from your chest; he stares at you while he thinks.
“Fine,” he agrees and helps you remove the item.
You’re quick to remove your blouse and bra completely. Goosebumps litter your body from the cold night, but you’re sure you won’t be chilly for long.
You’re about to remove Seonghwa’s top, but he grabs one of your hands to halt your movements. He retrieves the jacket and guides your arm through a sleeve. Your eyes narrow at him as you slip the clothing back over your body.
“Something about leather on me excites you?” you tease.
“It’s not the leather,” he murmurs.
You hope he’ll explain, but he simply kisses your breasts again.
He’s scattering kisses all over your skin, occasionally nipping it. While he picks up where he left off, you do the same.
Your hips begin to grind against his, basking in the feeling of your clit being brushed against his hardening cock. Your fingers find purchase in his hair as he switches to your other breast. When he grazes his teeth against your pebbled nipple, you tug on his hair and pull him away.
Your lips find his before he can speak a word. The kiss is brisk, mouths moving with feverish haste. You could kiss him all night if you could, but you want to spend your time doing something else.
Too eager to undress Seonghwa’s upper half, your hands unbuckle his belt. You break the kiss with heavy breaths and climb off his lap.
Both of you strip yourselves of your pants and underwear.
“You ever fuck someone on your bike?” you ask once you’re completely bare—except for Seonghwa’s jacket and your heels.
“No,” he answers simply.
“Can I be your first?” you smile and stand next to it.
“What makes you think I want you to contaminate my bike?”
You roll your eyes. “Haven’t you ever wanted to? Come on, Hwa. Don’t tell me you haven’t thought of it.”
“And how exactly are you going to balance on it?”
“Like this,” you instruct and slowly bend over it.
You keep your feet planted on the ground, hands gripping the side of the seat. You spread your legs slightly and wiggle your hips at him.
Seonghwa’s eyes are cast down between your legs. He can see how wet and ready you are.
Fuck.
He admits he has thought of it before…
“Stop thinking and just fuck me,” you sigh when he doesn’t move.
“I ought to gag you,” he growls as he comes up behind you. He removes his gloves and tosses them with the rest of the clothes on the ground.
“As if,” you smirk. “You love when I moan your name.”
Seonghwa doesn’t reply and instead lowers his mouth to your cunt.
You gasp when his tongue licks up your folds. He repeats himself a few times before diving his tongue in your core.
One of his hands wraps around your thigh to keep you balanced while the other toys with your clit.
Your body jerks at his touches. You rest the side of your face against the cushion seat, his name spilling from your parted lips.
“You’re right,” Seonghwa mumbles against your slickened folds. “I love hearing my name coming from your mouth.”
As if wishing to hear it again, he slides two fingers inside you.
“Fuck, Hwa,” you whimper at the way his digits stretch you out. Your hands clutch onto the seat as he pumps his fingers quickly.
You’re withering against his motorbike as he plays with your cunt. Your climax is building, but you don’t want to come around his fingers.
“Need your cock, Hwa,” you cry.
Seonghwa slows his movements.
“Need?” he chuckles. “My fingers aren’t enough for you, princess?”
You shake your head, trying to focus on his words rather than the slow glide of his fingers still inside you.
“Need my cock to stretch you out more?”
“Wanna be full of you. Please,” you whine.
Seonghwa scoffs and pulls his fingers away. He stands and presses himself against you. The feel of his heavy cock against your ass has you squeezing your legs.
He leans down so his face is closer to yours. The silver chains around his neck dangle downward, causing you to shiver at the feel of the cool metal. You angle your face slightly to see his eyes.
“Such a greedy little whore,” he chides.
His words should offend you, though all it does is turn you on more.
There’s a sassy comeback somewhere within you, but it doesn’t come to you quickly enough.
Seonghwa pulls away slightly and then slides into your drenched hole.
A gasp falls from your lips.
Seonghwa stills for a few seconds before moving in and out at a pace that’s not too slow, yet not too fast.
“You feel so good, baby,” he groans, thrusting roughly once before going back to his normal speed.
The sudden action has you cursing while you hold onto the bike as you’re lurched forward.
“Like that, Hwa,” you instruct.
Seonghwa smirks, running a hand down your spine before reeling it back and connecting it with your ass.
“You like being stuffed and taking it rough, hm? What else do you like?” he wonders. He pulls out until just the tip remains.
“When you do as you’re told without smart remarks like those,” you groan, sticking your ass out to push him back in. You’re buzzing with need and just need Seonghwa to give you what you want.
Seonghwa’s silent for a moment.
You begin to turn around, but he grabs your wrists and pulls you up. A hand snakes around to your throat while the other holds you tight around your tummy.
You moan when his cock slides all the way in due to his actions.
“Just for that,” he hisses in your ear, tightening his hold on your throat. “You don’t get to come.”
You don’t have a chance to argue with him before he starts snapping his hips.
Loud mewls, squelching, and skin slapping skin fill the empty area.
Your arms are trapped under his, though you’re still able to raise your hands to grab his forearm around your body. His grip around your throat loosens, but he keeps his hand there.
Seonghwa’s using your body like you’re nothing but his toy, slamming his cock deep into your walls and hitting that spot that makes you weak in the knees. His grunts behind you are low and guttural, making you even wetter.
His thrusts become sloppier as time goes on, and you know he’s not far from coming.
Seonghwa can also tell you’re close to your own release by the way you’re clenching around him. Usually, he’d go back on his words and let you dive into your pleasure, but he’s not feeling too nice tonight. Not when he knows he’s just a warm body for you to use to escape your wealthy world. Not when he knows he’s replaceable.
Not when his feelings are on the line.
So, instead of being a gentleman, he slams into you roughly—forcing you to bend over the bike as his cum shoots deep in your cunt.
Instead, he pulls out and starts to get dressed despite your pleas and whines.
Seonghwa watches you with heavy breaths. There’s a moral debate roaring inside him. Part of him wants to fall to his knees and devour you until you come on his tongue. The other part wants to leave you like that. Desperate and needing him to help you.
Desperate.
Needing him.
“You can’t be serious,” you whine, eyes wide in disbelief and fear that he might actually leave you like this.
He picks up his jacket, shaking off debris before shrugging it on.
“Get dressed or make yourself come,” he orders.
Your mouth drops open.
Never in your time knowing Seonghwa has he been this cruel. You know he’s not the most upright citizen, but this?
This is too much.
And you hate him for it.
Too close to your orgasm, you roll your eyes and start to prop a leg up when Seonghwa touches your back.
You eye him with the hope that he’s changed his mind; however, he simply pulls your back against his chest and hooks an arm under your knee. His other grips your hip—not even close to where you need him.
“Can’t send you back with bruises when you inevitably lose your balance,” he explains. “Go on, princess. Show me just how badly you wanted to come on my cock.”
You groan, wanting to pull away but knowing trying to balance yourself on his stupid bike would be a bad idea.
You reach back to grab his arm to steady yourself before you bring your other hand to circle your clit.
Your head lolls back against Seonghwa as you touch your aching pussy. Your fingers glide between your folds, silently cursing the man behind you when you feel his cum coat your digits.
His cum makes it easy for you to slip your fingers in your heat, and you close your eyes as you imagine it’s his fingers instead. The feeling isn’t nearly as satisfying as his fingers or cock, but you make it work.
Your body squirms as you finally orgasm, slumping against Seonghwa while you catch your breath.
Seonghwa smiles. “Feel good?”
“Fuck you,” you curse weakly.
“At least I gave you the opportunity to get yourself off here. I could’ve made you wait until you got home,” he says.
He doesn’t make an effort to move you—letting you regain your energy. At least, he’s not a complete asshole.
“Whatever,” you grumble.
You stay leaning against Seonghwa for a minute before moving away and getting dressed.
Seonghwa finishes getting dressed and is leaning against his bike when you’re done.
“Do you hate me or something?” you ask as you stand before him.
He tilts his head in confusion. “No?”
“Then why did you do that?” you scoff.
Seonghwa chuckles. “Because you should learn that your naughty mouth has consequences.”
He pushes away the underlying emotions that caused him to act like that. That’s something he can ponder over with a drink.
“You could’ve like,” you pause in thought, “given me the silent treatment instead.”
He smiles at you, finding your idea of punishment cute.
“The point of a punishment is for you to learn your lesson,” he explains.
Even though he’s right, you still pout.
“Come on, princess. We gotta get you home before—”
“Your bike turns into a pumpkin?”
“What?”
“What?”
Seonghwa shakes his head, a small grin on his lips, and then offers you a helmet.
“You hungry?” he asks while you swing a leg over.
“A little,” you answer.
“Okay. I’ll stop by that one place before dropping you off,” he says.
“Thanks,” you murmur.
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Nearly an hour later, you’re sneaking into your room, a takeout bag in hand.
You’re thankful your family members are deep sleepers. You’re not in the mood to confess all your sins to them at two in the morning.
As you’re munching on the food Seonghwa bought you, your mind wanders to the future.
At some point, you know something is going to have to change—whether that be by force or by choice.
Your family will never approve of Seonghwa. Sure, they may end up tolerating him, but that will take years, and even then, they’ll never truly accept him. Hell, they may even pay him to go away. That brings another thought to mind.
How much would it take for Seonghwa to leave you? Would it take much? Would it even be monetary?
You would hope he’d stick with you regardless of what they’d offer him, but you’re not sure. 
Even with the looming possibility of your family discovering your secret rendezvous, there’s another issue at hand. One that’s more internal than the former.
One that involves your heart.
There’s only so much you can do and tell yourself that holds Seonghwa at arm's length. His world is so different from yours. Even if you could be with him, could you really handle it? You’ve never had to worry about money, a job, or chores. Being part of both worlds would be ideal, but you’re sure your family would disown you if you dated Seonghwa. Could you leave it all behind for something that may not last?
Both scenarios result in bad outcomes.
Although one of them is bound to happen, you don’t know which will come first.
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A/N: Not sure if I wanna make a part two or let y'all use your imagination... 🤔
Edit: Here's part two 🤣
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