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bunnyhugs77 · 4 months

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High Demand

ꕤ- Pairing: Dealer! Jungkook x Reader

ꕤ- WC: 2.6k

ꕤ- A modern day Romeo and Juliet

Content: college student! reader, grumpy jk, brief texting! au, jk is lowkey whipped, drug use (marijuana), reader is his special customer, vaping, opposites attract, suggestive themes, minor jealousy, idiots in love (but they won't admit it), shot gunning, grinding, fwb?

Other Content: thigh riding, high sex, jk titty appreciation, unprotected sex (no.), hand job, soft dom kook, reader is a little needy, brief switch! koo, hickeys, pet names, spit, biting.

Shaking your head with a small giggle as you looked at your phone before tossing it aside. You're totally his favourite. You know he's stubborn and he would never admit it but deep down he loves delivering to you the most.

Looking around your sad and dimly lit dorm, all the lights were off and your roommate was gone for the weekend doing god knows what with her weird ass biology major boyfriend who would collect rabbit tails in jars for 'science'.

You were looking at one right now actually, it seems they left one behind, on the coffee table. It was just fermenting in... you actually weren't sure and didn't want to know.

Your eyes felt like they were on fire the longer you looked at the stupid philosophy paper you were writing. The bright light from your laptop was beginning to drill into your head. Your head lolled to the side glancing at the time on your phone.

It was almost 11:30, and time for a break. Abandoning the device on the couch for a quick wake-up shower; by the time you'd gotten changed and returned to the living room, you could expect Jungkook any minute now.

Except, this is Jungkook we're talking about. He's always late.

That's why when you heard the familiar rattling of the rusty fire escape you were startled. It was a little past midnight. Climbing through the window in nothing but your basketball shorts and a white tee.

Pleasantly surprised to see Jungkook scaling the platform with a bag of takeout pinned in between his teeth. The sight of you looking down at him from where he climbed made his eyebrows raise but of course he couldn't say anything.

Not until he was finally close enough for you to grab the bag from his mouth and he stands up. You climb back inside first with him following behind with a pained sigh. "I'm so sick of coming here. Got me climbing walls like its fucking subway surfers." He curses while you place the food down on the table.

Completely ignoring him, practically drooling as you slowly peeled open the bag. "And I thought you said you weren't gonna bring me anything." He snatches the bag.

"I didn't."

You let yourself fall onto the couch, arms crossed and unbelieving. "Oh yeah? So you just coincidentally craved Wendy's and decided to haul it up three flights up a ladder from your mouth when you could've just eaten it in the car?"

"Yeah exactly." He shrugs, obviously lying.

"Give me the bag, Jungkook."

"Fine. But I'm charging you extra for the delivery and the labour of bringing it up here." He hands it to you and you roll your eyes knowing it was nothing more than a bluff.

"It's not my fault you're out of shape," you mumble unwrapping the burger. "Oh yeah? Is this what out of shape looks like to you?" He says it almost offended but challenged.

Choking briefly on your food as he lifts up his shirt, revealing the defined abs that you have such lewd memories of. "Yeah, that's what I thought. You try climbing 3 flights up a ladder and tell me it's easy." You shrug,

"Not my fault you're banned from the campus." He drops himself down beside you, reaching for the bag of fries and taking some for himself. "But it is, if you hadn't called me to drop off a stash for Angelica's dorm party maybe I could still take the stairs."

You drop your half-eaten burger with apologetic eyes, "How was I supposed to know they were doing random security checks in the lobby? At least you didn't get arrested." You pout and he scoffs.

"Bare minimum." He says via grumpy mutter under his breath so you offered up the rest of your food to him as a peace offering. A little sad that he actually took it but you were getting full anyway.

As he finished up the rest of your food you couldn't stop yourself from asking, "So do you still do drops with Angelica?" He nods with his mouth full of the last bite, stuffing the wrappers back in the bag.

"How often does she call you?-- for deliveries I mean." He chuckles, licking his lips, "Jealous?" You take the trash off the coffee table and bring it to the kitchen to toss it in the garbage. "You're delusional."

"I can't help it if I'm in high demand." He manspreads, his arms stretched over the back of the couch. "Just shut up. Do you have my pen?" He reaches for the pocket inside his leather jacket, pulling out the slim box.

Already knowing that you were going to use it now, he began to unbox it while you collected the cash you needed. "40 right?" You say handing him the small spread of bills, "Yeah, but for you, I guess I could make it 30." He shrugs conceitedly.

"Because I'm your favourite." You say and he shakes his head, "No. Because I ate your food." Which he paid for but you didn't dare to say that out loud, you were getting cheap weed.

"So who's your favourite then Jungkook?" He hands you the pen, "Listen. I don't climb up the fire escape when I do deliveries for Angelica, I make her come to me. Is that what you wanted to hear?"

Trying to tug the pen out of his grasp but he holds it firm until you respond, "I guess I can work with that." He smiles softly, letting you take the first hit as his arm wraps around your shoulder.

The two of you passed the pen back and forth, with little giggles here and there and wide eyes on the episode of SpongeBob that was playing.

By now the dark living room is illuminated by nothing more than your roommate's lava lamp and a strip of purple LEDs' taped behind the TV. You could see the smoke as it floated past the few sources of light.

"Open." He directs, taking a particularly long hit, leaning into you and blowing the pungent smoke into your mouth, sucking it in from his lips.

The pen is now forgotten as it rolls between the cracks of the couch. Straddling Jungkook's muscular thigh as he flexed it every now and then, taking hits from his blueberry Ice vape and blowing it to the ceiling, giving you a prime view of his sharp jaw under the soft purple lighting.

The sight made you shake, gyrating your hips almost desperately as you chased the feeling of friction on his denim-clad thigh. "You like that? You feel good fucking yourself on my thigh?" The question was rhetorical, you were too dazed to answer him anyway.

Your heavy-lidded gaze slowly rolls up to his pretty face once you feel his hand move from your hips to gently wrap around your neck, not applying any pressure, just there to let you feel the weight of his hand. "Answer me," He says, and you fall forward "Yess, feels so good." You moan, and Jungkook has danced this dance with you enough to see you were close.

But of course, he couldn't let you cum so soon, not yet. His hands flew to your hips and pinned you down on his thigh, restricting your range of motion. "Please," You beg and he wishes he had a little more willpower but he couldn't say no to you, not when you looked so fucked out when he's barely touched you.

"Fuck. Take your shirt off." Leaning back and crossing your arms over the base of the shirt, you pried it off your body desperately. Leaving you in your black lacy bra and it pulled out a guttural groan from Jungkook's chest.

"You little whore." he grits through his clenched teeth, grip tightening on the arm of the couch nearly ripping the fabric.

This position was no longer giving him what he so desperately craved. Shrugging the jacket from off his shoulders and taking off the tank top underneath letting your eyes roam over his built upper body, oh how you wanted to just...

Without thinking your tongue striped up the expanse of his bulky pecs. This was new, but Jungkook was so high out of his mind anything and everything you did felt like he was on cloud 9.

Your mouth dropped down to wrap around his rosy nipples and you could've never anticipated the worked-up reaction you got from him. "Oh shit, shit shit." He gasps, hands gripping your waist tight enough that you're sure there will be bruises by the morning.

Letting your tongue lap around his nipples with pure hunger, an inexplicable flame burning in your core as you were finally the one who got to watch the other be reduced to a moaning mess.

His once soft moans turned a little breathy and high-pitched, His hips bucked causing you to jolt in his lap, he was getting close.

"Didn't think you'd like having your tits played with so much?" You tease him but he didn't find the humour in it. He holds you by the throat once more, this time applying a generous amount of pressure, pushing you off him.

Unbuckling his belt and you knew what that meant. He slides out of his pants, followed by the boxers that were the last barrier between your moistened lips and his throbbing cock. "Let's put that smart mouth of yours to good use, yeah?" He hums, watching as you sink to your knees, hand carefully wrapped around his base, starting with slow pumps.

"Spit on it." Doing as told, you let a wad of spit fall from your pretty, plush lips and coat the shaft of his dick, you worked your palm up his length. Already satisfied with the way his head was thrown back.

"Just like that," Reaching for the vape, he takes a few good hits, the head rush mixed with the pleasure had him seeing stars-- the object falling from his hands immediately the moment he felt the warm heat of your mouth wrap around his sensitive tip.

"Y/n-" He breathes out, almost scared, he was so close, too soon. He's never struggled to hold himself back this badly before. What were you doing to him?

The obscene sounds of you choking as you struggled to take all of him in your mouth, letting your nose touch the soft, trimmed hairs near his base. Focusing on breathing through your nose before you felt a heavy hand on the back of your head, pushing you lower.

You were quite literally slobbering on his dick, gagging with every buck of his hips. "That's it, princess. You're doing so well--Shit. Mouth feels like fucking heaven." His praise rushes to your core and has your left hand trailing down to rub yourself through your lace underwear.

The rough friction being more than enough to get you there, "I'm gonna cum, baby. Where-- Shit!-- Where do you want it?" He gasps, his hips snapping, pushing his length down your throat almost erratically. You don't answer, only hollowing your cheeks to take him deeper, making your desires clear.

Your own fingers quickening their pace, your own sounds travelling through his dick in vibrations and pushing him right over the edge with you, filling your mouth with his warm cum.

Swallowing as if it were second nature. "Stick out your tongue," He says softly. His chest rises and falls rapidly as he tries to regain his composure from his overwhelming climax. Your tongue was out and cleared of any of his cum and it made him crazy.

He remembers the first time he'd brought an order to you over 6 months ago. He thought you were nothing more than a cute little philosophy major, never did he think he'd have you beneath him like he does right now.

Looking up at him, daring to give you an almost angelic gaze while the two of you ruined each other. Tainting each other with your own touches. "Kiss me?" You ask it so cutely, tempting him with the pout on your lips. You weren't being fair.

His body didn't give him a choice before his lips were on yours, his hips grinding into yours. The feeling of his solid dick rolling against your skin making the butterflies go ramped in your stomach.

The way you licked over his bottom lip with your own made Jungkook weak, stumbling on his elbows as he held himself up over you. Soft groans could be heard the deeper the kiss became.

Messy and intimate. Your hand crept up the back of his neck to tug at the dark locks of hair on his head. There was a loud pop and the two of you paused.

With Jungkook between your legs and with you under him, your heads turned slowly towards the coffee table where the jar was, dedicated to the fermenting rabbit tail. "What the fuck is that?" Jungkook slowly sits up, "My roommate's boyfriend's weird biology shit. I dunno, it freaks me out too." You sit up, now remembering what the two of you were in the middle of doing.

"That shit's not gonna blow up or anything right." You gently peck him on the lips but his brain seems preoccupied by the jar, "who knows," you say, kissing right under his ear and that seemed to get him to zone in on you.

Catching his bottom lip under his teeth as your kisses became more eager, suckling on a certain spot on his neck, his head falling back against his will. "Fuck, Y/n-- Don't you dare." You pull off his soft skin with a soft pop, admiring the burgundy bruise left behind.

"Oops." Your apology was ingenuine and bratty, and Jungkook hated brats.

Tearing you out of your final pieces of clothing before manhandling you into his lap. "Sit on it." He demands and you follow without question. Moaning out loud as his dick spread your lips apart like butter.

Sliding down with ease and a stretch of your velvety walls that were currently squeezing Jungkook for everything he's got and he's got nothing left, everything was yours.

"I-Shit! You feel so good, Kook!" He couldn't bother to correct you on the annoying nickname you were incessant on using. "Yeah? You like that- fuck, you feel so good." He curses, bucking his hips up into you as you raise your hips trying to match his thrusts.

He was fucking you so good, so ruthlessly, your head falls onto his shoulder and you needed more than just the couch to hold on to, your teeth sank into the muscular meat of his shoulder and his pace faltered.

"Shit shit shit! Do that again." He groans, picking up an inhumane pace that had you bouncing all over the place until he stilled you in his arms. His grunts and breathy moans came out right beside your ear only pushing you to your orgasm faster.

"J-jungkook-!" You pant, unable to speak, feeling like your insides are being rearranged, "Me too, baby. Cum with me." You finish first, and with a few more unsynchronized snaps of his hips, you were being filled to the brim with his cum.

The room is filled with nothing but the sound of muffled music playing from your neighbour's next door and laboured breaths. Jungkook gently lays you down on the couch beside him, staring into your eyes.

This felt so intimate. You felt his gaze deeper than just behind your eyes, it was as if he was looking into your soul. His eyes were tinted red as he looked at you with an adoring gaze. "You're cute." He says it casually as though he hadn't just fucked you.

Your eyes roll before they close, feeling the sleepiness begin to kick in. "Bet you say that to all your customers." Mumbling the words into his chest while he began to grin a little.

"Nope. Only to my favourite." Your eyes shoot open.

"I knew it."

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princessbrunette · 2 months

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oofff flashing criminal!rafe through the divider glass when you visit him in prison 🥰🥰🥰

𐙚 ㅤ ❦︎ ㅤ ₍ᐢᐢ₎

you promise yourself you won’t cry, and you don’t — brows etched in a permanent knit as the stoic officer leads you through to the visitation centre. you’re seated infront of a glass window and a telephone, awaiting the men in uniform to escort your boyfriend into the room.

he’d been in jail for a few weeks now, and today was finally the day you were able to visit him. it had been long and lonely without him, your communication wittled down to measly 2 minute phone calls that was likely listened in on by guards or other prisoners. you’d only hoped he had been doing okay, trying to put the horror stories you’d heard of prison out of your mind.

they bring in rafe, the man looking already more bulky from his time away, head shaved and orange uniform worn lazily, the shirt open to reveal a wife beater. you try to swallow down the urge to fully check him out, the concern getting the better of you as you snatch the phone to your ear, staring at him with wide glassy eyes. a smirk tugs at his lips at the eagerness as he raises his own to his ear.

“hi, baby.” his voice comes through drawled but clear as day.

“hi, are you okay in there? do you need me to send you anything? i— i just recently got in touch with this lawyer who said there may be a loophole —”

“yeah uh, let’s not talk about that a’ight? another time. i’m… i’m in here now, okay so— let’s just talk. normal shit.” he raises his eyebrows, to show it’s not a request but more so a demand— however at the end his expression melts into a reassuring smile. you sink a little in your seat, sucking in a deep breath.

“yeah, sorry.” you shake your head and he waves you off with a hand to show he didn’t mind, leaning back in his seat with his legs spread a little, phone still pressed to his ear. you stare at eachother in silence for a moment before he speaks again. “that dress… i haven’t seen that one.”

“its new.” you nod, looking down at yourself. he presses a few fingers over his lips, nodding slowly as he stares at the way the fabric is taught around your chest.

“mm… walkin’ round lettin’ other guys see you like that, huh?” he speaks but it’s soft, like he’s not really accusing you of anything — but old habits die hard. you frown, shaking your head anyway and he returns your gaze with his eyes hung low.

“wore it for you.”

“yeah…” he glances at the robotic officers stood stationed at the back of the booth, minding their business whilst simply doing there job. “why don’t you uh… gimme somethin’ to remember when i head back in? hm?” he cocks his head, eyes jumping down to your chest again.

“like what?” you sit forward slightly. you wanted to help him with whatever you could, you just wasn’t so sure what he was getting at.

“like… why don’t you pull that dress down for a sec? just real quick baby, i’m tryna see something.” he lowers his voice, and your eyes naturally flutter at the nasally rich-boy drawl that comes through the phones receiver. you burst into a giggle, looking around at the other visitors.

“rafe!” you sweetly scold, and whilst his lips jump up just a tad, he sits forward like he means business.

“m’not joking, okay? look if— if i could reach through this glass n’grab those fuckin’ titties right now i would, but i can not so i’m beggin’ you to work with me here. you don’t know what it’s like in here, kid — i’m a man starved, a’ight, please.” he drops his voice even more to hiss in a desperate whisper and you look around, wetting your lips as you consider making your move.

you return your gaze to him, and as your dress was strapless all you had to do was pull it down. you giggle mischievously as you do so, pushing your tits together with your hands, squeezing at them a little before yanking your dress up after you suspected the officer taking peeks. rafe grins, pleased — before shifting in his seat, adjusting his crotch area and glancing around. “mm, s’what i’m talkin’ about baby.”

“i miss you.” you’re still giggling, the smiling gently fading into a pout and he presses his lips together with a nod.

“miss you too. when i get outta here it’s fucking over for you, hope you know that. don’t expect to be walkin’ for a few days. that’s a damn promise.”

“well, i look forward to it, big bad rafe cameron.”

𐙚 ㅤ ❦︎ ㅤ ₍ᐢᐢ₎

#anon #rafe cameron prompt #criminal!rafe #prisoner!rafe

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cipheramnesia · 3 months

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What's it going to take to get Daniel Craig into a shirt with a titty window? I've tried literally nothing.

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intoxicated-chan · 3 months

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i just read a corruption kink daryl and im feral- PLEASE WRITE

𝐃𝐚𝐫𝐥𝐢𝐧❜, 𝐃𝐨𝐧❜𝐭 𝐋𝐢𝐞, 𝐈𝐭❜𝐬 𝐎𝐤𝐚𝐲 𝐓𝐡𝐚𝐭 𝐘𝐨𝐮 𝐂𝐫𝐚𝐯𝐞 𝐌𝐞

Summary ➳ The second Daryl learned that you were a virgin, all shame flew out the window. Not like he had any to begin with.

(A/n) ➳ Inspired by “Worship Me” by Ari Abdul. I’m feeling more confident in writing smut. Am I an expert? Hell no! But I like it! I hope you guys like it too! This is also a mix of two requests!

Word Count ➳ 860

Content Warnings ➳ Female Reader, perverted Daryl, sexual content, loss of virginity, swearing, pet names (darlin’), titty sucking, oral (F), p-in-v, unprotected sex (WRAP IT UP DAMMIT), creampie…

“Ya serious?” Daryl grabbed the sides of your face and forced you to look at him. “C’mon, ya ne’er used ya fingers?”

Daryl hummed. “Why the hell not?”

You shrugged. “Everyone said it would be painful.”

“Ya did nothin’? Anythin’?”

“...Nothin’.” You whispered.

Daryl grinned. “Say it again.”

“Nothin’.”

“Louder.”

“Nothin’!”

Daryl’s hand traveled down your chest, pulling at the buttons of your pants. “Looks like ya can listen.”

Your hands covered your flushed face, your hot breath made everything feel like everything was one fire.

Your back arched off the bed, but Daryl remained on your chest, sucking and biting at one of your nipples while he twisted and pulled at the other.

You whimpered in your hands, a barely audible sound. Your shirt was pushed over your breasts and he laid in between your legs.

You felt his hard on grinding against your soaked cunt. You had tried begging… Hours ago.

But Daryl was so focused on your breasts, they were becoming painfully sore. He refused everytime you tanked at his hair, laughing at your misery that he took pleasure in.

He finally lifted his head, snatching your hands. “Lookin’ pretty.” He mumbled.

He sat up, kicking off his pants and underwear, revealing his cock.

He started to jerk himself off, his other hand sliding down your stomach and slowly rubbed your clothed clit with your thumb.

You let out gasp, looking down to see his hand in between your legs. “F-Fuck.”

“Feel that?” He asked you. “Feelin’ good?”

You attempted to sit up, reaching for his hand which made him stop. “I… I wanna make you feel good.”

He clicked his tongue. “Not tonight darlin’. Not tonight.”

“Please Daryl-” He leaned over and kissed you, shutting you up.

“Ya talk too much.” His hand slid under your underwear. “Jus’ relax, let me do the work.” Daryl pushed you back on the bed. “Jus’ relax.” He repeated.

Your eyes stared at the ceiling, hearing Daryl rip off your underwear, feeling the coldness hit your cunt. His fingers lightly trace the outside of your lips.

Suddenly, you feel him dragging his tongue up the length of your slit, he needed to hold back, no matter how much he wanted to break you.

Fuck, you were delicious and he takes it, he takes all of it. He shoved passed your slit and into the cavern of your cunt, lapping up everything.

He could feel your thighs trembling, your hands coming to his hair as something to pull on as the most pornographic moans left your lips.

It was music to his ears.

He wasn’t going to lie. He has been waiting for this moment for a while now. He watched as some of your clothing would ride up and reveal your skin.

How he would take glances at your cleavage or your ass. And those days where you would wear nothing but your underwear under your skirt and you walked up the stairs, he was always behind, his eyes on your panties.

Daryl withdrew his tongue, wiping his mouth and licking off your remaining essence.

He lined himself up. “Deep breaths baby.” He told you before pushing himself.

He gritted his teeth, fuck, he never imagined for you to be so tight. You were sucking him deeper.

You moaned rather loudly and Daryl felt you clench around him, letting you know you had cum.

You moaned into his ear, your nails digging into his back.

Daryl couldn’t hold back anymore, he was pounding into you, roughly.

He panted, he couldn’t get enough. The way your walls clamp up around him. He heard your moans, how they became higher, weakly hitting your fists on his back.

He couldn’t stop even if he wanted to, he wanted more and more, he wanted you to feel it with him.

You have your legs wrapped around him, pulling him closer to your body,

Yet he was still careful when kissing you, it was soft unlike the sex.

And the room reeked of it, it was hot, filled with the sound of skin slapping and your moans.

Daryl blocked out everything else other than you. His eyes shut, his head resting on the pillow.

He flinched when he felt you planting kisses on his neck, managing to whisper sweet words that weren’t cut off by provocative moans.

With another slam of his hips, everything came crashing down, your next sentence cut off by a scream.

Daryl let out a loud grunt as he released inside of you. You felt him fill you to the brim.

When Daryl pushed himself up and slowly pulled out of you, hearing a wince. He saw some of it oozing out.

He chuckled. “Fuck.” He grabbed the back of your knees to spread him, watching closely.

“Daryl!” You shouted, covering yourself. “Don’t!”

“C’mon, ain’t no reason to be embarrassed.” He commented, letting go of your legs. He got off the bed, helping you sit up. “Any pain?”

“You brutalized my chest.” You hissed, carefully putting on your shirt.

“Couldn’t help maself.” Daryl planted a kiss on your shoulder. “Besides, always been wantin’ to hear ya scream.”

“You’re shameless Dixon.”

“For ya? Always.”

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harrysonlylover · 10 months

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Could you do something with sub!harry sucking on y/n’s nipples and rutting into her so she pulls down his boxers and fingers him making him even more crazy

Needy Boy*

In which your boyfriend is feeling needy.

Trope: Any boyfriendrry AU

WC: 1.8k

Warnings: fingering (m receiving) , titty worship basically

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Saturdays are reserved for lounging in bed and cuddling with your lover.

To be precise, all of your days consist of cuddling and melting in each other’s touch at any given moment, whether it be in the morning as the coffee aroma from the shop down the street sneaks its way inside your window with Harry’s legs intertwined with yours. Or in the afternoon when he presses himself against your back as you cook a meal for both of you.

But you must admit that your favourite ever is walking around in your shared bedroom doing mundane routines, then cuddling in bed and whispering sweet nothings along with small stories you share with each other.

You had already brushed your teeth earlier and washed your face, you’re just resting in bed and stretching your limbs as you wait for Harry who offered to wash the dishes on behalf of you despite it being your turn.

You were rummaging through the novel Harry bought you when he twisted the doorknob and quietly shuffled his feet inside. He tipped you his baby smile that you never get tired off as you opened your arms for him to nestle in.

“I’m checking out this book you got me” He hummed as you took note of his startled expression when he set eyes on your laying body.

With the ongoing heatwaves it was impossible for you to wear something that is long or thick. Besides your breasts have been feeling sore for the past two days which required wearing your comfort flimsy cotton shirt paired with one of Harry’s new unworn Calvin Klein boxers.

He was never one to shy or hide his obvious staring, he proved to you on many occasions how obsessed he is with your body, let alone finding you laying like that half naked in your shared bed.

You made some room for him, and he didn’t waste time in resting his head right above your sore breasts causing a hiss to come out from your mouth. He is aware of your mild pain and immediately pressed a soft kiss to your nipple above your shirt muttering a low ‘sorry’.

You swiped your hand through his curls and began scratching his head, you could’ve sworn he was purring like a cat but again that’s your Harry who would sell his soul for some scratches. His soft chocolate curls covered your fingers as you gave him a relaxing head massage working through his scalp.

Your other hand held the book as you read the lines of the first chapter. Harry’s leg was draped above yours and his crotch was pressed into your hip. He was humming in approval and rubbing the side of your waist with his thumb.

Just as you got to the third page you felt him shifting and pressing himself further into you as if he’s able to morph your bodies into one. His hand sneakily found its way under your shirt while his fingers slowly danced along your bare soft skin.

You didn’t comment on his actions knowing damn well that he has this tendency to touch you 24/7. He has an urge to always have his hand on you or kiss places you can’t even reach.

But most importantly he did express his utmost devotion to your breasts. He was a boob guy and you can’t really tear him away if he decides to have some fun.

Your mind was busy with thoughts about him that you didn’t notice how your shirt is now raised above your breasts exposing your chest as Harry stared with eager puppy eyes at your sore swollen tits.

“I was... th-thinking maybe I could help with the soreness.” He couldn’t hide his eagerness no matter how much he tried. His suggestion is like a kid attempting to strike a deal with his parents for candy.

How could you look at his baby face and refuse?

You smirked and took off your shirt, throwing it to the side with the new book as you shifted your body and guided your nipple to Harry’s mouth watching him immediately latch on it.

His face of content was to die for. He started sucking on your perky nipple and wrapped his arm around your waist bringing you closer to him.

Despite feeling a bit sore, you always got better when Harry sucked on your tits. The graze of his teeth and the warmth of your tongue mixed with your pain kink can make you go brain dead.

He eagerly drooled as he moaned and switched from one nipple to another while you tugged at his hair letting out shallow breaths. His grip on your waist got firmer as his chest heaved with need for keeping his mouth close to your bud.

“M-more… more.” He whined wrapping his mouth your extremely swollen and red nipple before sucking harshly making you let out screams of pain and pleasure.

You laid there on the bed as your head turned from one side to another with your legs spread as an instinct, while Harry licked at your wet nipples like a hungry primal man. He shifted his body and was now rutting into your clothed pussy making you feel his extremely hard cock.

He kneaded one breast while sucking on the other like his life depended on it. He barely stopped to catch his breath resulting in loud panting mixed with whining and moaning.

If you pulled his head right this instant you’d be met with his puppy eyes, swollen raspberry lips, wet chin and whiny sounds for daring to separate him from your bud.

He continued grinding on your pussy and biting at your erect nipple. The feeling alone made you arch your back and join his whimpers. As painful as it may sound there was nothing more erotic than your boyfriend being obsessed and drunk on your boobs.

“Wanna suck.” He frantically kept switching from one bud to another afraid that he’ll miss out. He’d also massage one breast and pinch the nipple while he sucked on the other like newborn babies do.

“Oh baby you’re so hard. Want me to play with your bum?” You felt his cock twitch at your question as he nodded feverishly afraid to detach from your nipple.

Your chest was rising up and down due to his neediness and his lips’ attachment to your breasts. You shakily took off his sweats and boxers with one pull as your heels dug into the mattress from the pleasure he’s giving you.

You managed to snatch the lube bottle that is luckily near you on the dresser and squirted a good amount on your fingers, before asking him to spread his legs more so you could have better access to his hole.

He complied immediately and you’re genuinely not sure how you were able to move or speak as the biting and sucking on your puffy nipples made you whiny. You’re pretty sure he’ll be leaving red marks for you to see tomorrow.

Although you’ve pegged him countless times and played with his bum, even watched him get fucked in threesomes. You always wanted to make sure he’s prepped hence the lube.

You slowly pushed a digit inside his tight hole feeling him immediately clench around you and pull your finger in.

“Fuck babyboy.” Besides being infatuated with boobs, he was a whore for getting fucked in the ass. You only have one finger in and he’s already pushing his ass against it while latching on your bud.

You pushed another finger in that slid easily as you began fucking him slowly hearing the wet sound of the lube and his loud moans.

“Getting fingerfucked and sucking on my tits even if they hurt me. You just need someone to play with your cock and you’d be over the moon.” He pushed his face even deeper into your chest as he tried to hide the blush creeping up on his cheeks but not forgetting to fuck his ass against your fingers.

You curled your fingers inside his hole making him arch his back and bite roughly at your nipple as he whimpered and began to sweat.

“I feel full.. w-wanna cum.” His bare cock was twitching and leaking on your thigh as you moved your fingers in and out of his rim making him drool over your tits then lick it all up with his mouth connected to your bud as you swiped your hand through his hair and fucked him with the other.

“Cmon baby just lay there and suck.” You pushed his head into your chest and picked up the speed of your thrusts feeling him whither beneath you and beg you to continue as you reached his spot.

“Yes there- fuck me” You reached your other hand to stroke his rock hard cock as his eyes rolled to the back of his head eliciting high pitched moans from his throat.

Although you were extremely wet, you knew that you won’t need any rubbing or fingering to cum. Just having your boobs sucked on and played with, along with Harry rutting into your crotch and fingering him was enough to make you cum without any contact. It was a “gift” you had considering some can’t cum even after being touched.

You and Harry’s brain went numb in the next few seconds. It was truly an erotic scene from a third point of view. Your body completely covered by your boyfriend whose lips refuse to detach from your swollen tits as your fingers fucked his hole mercilessly with your other hand stroking his thick hard cock.

Harry’s whines were needy and pathetic as he let out incoherent words about cumming making you grind harder and him and deepen your fingers inside his ass. It was no surprise that you came from doing that alone besides having your tits sucked on.

Harry probably made it known to the entire building that he came with his loud moans and whimpers as he ejaculated on your thighs and leaked on the sheets but continued to slowly push his ass against your fingers.

You gently removed your fingers and laid in bed as you and Harry tried to catch your breaths with his mouth still so close to your breast.

“This reminded me of the fun we used to have with others.” His ears perked up at your words which wasn’t a surprise knowing how much he loves submitting his body to you and other people.

“We could do it soon.” You removed some of the curls that fell on his forehead and pressed a long kiss to his forehead.

“Of course baby but for now, let’s clean up.” You suggested to urge him to get up as he gets sleepy after cumming.

“Can I stay latched to your nipple as we sleep? Please?” He asked with a low eager voice and hidden puppy eyes.

“Hmm you’re so needy.”

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titty fucking with könig...

cw; afab!f!reader, perv!könig, intoxication (weed). MDNI 18+

the smell of marijuana was thick and prominent in the air, alongside the heavy scent of alcohol. könig sat above you and gazed down at you with his head cocked to the side and a cruel grin plastered on his stupid face, straddling your waist with his bulbous and leaking cock drooling between your soft breasts. könig admired your hardened and perky nipples, rolling his thumbs over them slowly, soothingly, and teasingly whole holding a joint between his teeth.

könig's breathing became quick and heavy, laborious when he began thrusting between and against your tits slowly, rolling his broad hips sloppily and messily while he takes long drags from his joint, feeling at ease while looming over your figure, pleasure rushing through his large, muscular body.

you're fucked-out stupid, not a thought behind your half-lidded, delirious eyes, aware that you're just a sex doll for the horny, perverted loser sitting on top of your chest, restricting your breathing and soothing your soft whimpers by offering you a drag from his joint.

you can feel könig's thrusts against your weak body, his hung and girthy cock between your breasts, and his perverse touch wandering as he pushes your titties together. your chest is so soft and supple, the softness of your flesh against his veiny, lengthy dick causing guttural growls to emit from könig, his head thrown backand his eyes shut tightly, ecstasy causing the head of his large dick to weep pearly orbs of his white, creamy release.

you're a sight for sore eyes, gorgeous as you lay down, obedient as you allow könig to rut his leaking dick back and forth against your tits. his breathing comes out shaky and fast the longer he drags his orgasm out, pushing his joint against your lips, forcing you to take drags while he degrades and shames you for being so easily addictive, like a drug.

bottles of beer rest on the coffee table, with the room stinking of sex and sweat, the faint noise of rain against the glass window drowned out by könig's pleasured and deep groans. you're relaxed and calm, giggling quietly when he rubs and grinds his lengthy, veiny cock against your sensitive nipples, with his large and calloused hand gripping your throat, bucking against your chest needily, and spurting thick ropes of his hot semen all over your soft skin.

könig is breathless and delirious as his orgasm finally hits him all at once, the smell of weed sticking to his skin, with his black t-shirt rolled up over his muscular abdomen, globs of his white cum smeared along his skin and oozing from his thick, sensitive tip, his eyelids heavy with lust as he tugs and toys with your nipples, now coated in a layer of his arousal.

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peachdues · 8 months

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Heyy, so I was wondering if you could do the "I'm gonna fuck all memory of him out of your head" nsfw for Sanemi? ty and have a great day lovely 🥰

ONLY YOU

SANEMI SHINAZUGAWA (NSFW)

PEACH'S 2.K MILESTONE EVENT

CW: explicit sexual content • MDNI • FWB (maybe toxic?? Idk) • titty slapping • slightly mean Sanemi • creampies • mentions of toxic cheating ex-bf • getting folded in half like a lawn chair • I think I blacked out while writing this • not proofread in the slightest

“I told you when we started this not to expect anything from me,” you were surprised at the way your voice remained calm and steady, even though internally, you felt anything but. “You’ve no right to get jealous over me going to see him.”

Him being your ex-boyfriend, whose apartment you’d just left after spending the night. You knew it was a mistake; you’d known it the second you let the asshole lay you down on his couch and felt the hard press of his cock against your upper thigh as he kissed you with those lips that were so warm and familiar.

Your intentions had been pure when you’d gone over there to collect the last few of your belongings that neither of you had realized he’d still had until a good three months after your breakup. But then he’d offered you a glass of wine, and the two of you sat on his soft, plush sofa — the sofa that used to be yours, just like that apartment; just like him — and got to reminiscing about old times. And then he’d looked at you with those eyes, so sad and so full of regret at the way he’d thrown a three-year long relationship out the window like garbage for the sake of some one-night stand on a work trip with a woman whose name he couldn’t even remember, and you’d caved.

Because really, it felt nice to pretend like nothing had changed, and that he would rock your world and then order Chinese food so the two of you could cuddle and watch some dumb movie while you ate; just like old times.

But everything had changed, and that apparently included your post-sex ritual of takeout and TV, because the moment he’d finished spurting his pleasure onto the curve of your ass, he’d tossed you your discarded shirt and said he’d see you around.

You tried to pretend like the fact he’d used you for a quick fuck hadn’t stung, but you’d walked out of your old apartment still feeling a little bruised.

But you sure as fuck weren’t about to let the quietly fuming, white haired, abrasive, jackass standing in your new living room make you feel worse than you already did; no chance in hell.

Said jackass was really your long-time friend, Sanemi, who, for the past three months, had been at your disposal as you sought to satisfy your urge to be fucked absolutely senseless on a regular basis. The two of you had been friends since college, and had spent the better part of your adulthood ignoring the sexual tension which mounted between you the more time you spent together, huddled away in the dingy corners of your university’s library to study, or late night dining hall runs when neither of you could sleep.

You’d kept in touch for a time, even after you started dating your ex, but admittedly, you hadn’t been the most exemplary friend to the hothead with the heart of gold.

But then, you’d found yourself single and alone in a brand new apartment with nothing but a pile of moving boxes full of memories youndidnt want to revisit and a mattress on the floor. So instead of unpacking, you choose to reach for your phone to shoot a text to your old college friend.

Sanemi agreed to meet up for coffee within minutes of you messaging him. Within a matter of hours, you found yourself back at your new home, face pressed down into your mattress and your ass in the air as you let yourself forget that there was a world beyond the feeling of Sanemi’s cock ramming into your desperate, sopping core.

Only after you’d been thoroughly filled by his cock and cum were you able to form a coherent thought, and so, you’d propositioned him with an offer for a friends with benefits situation — on the sole condition that no one caught feelings.

Sanemi hadn’t hesitated in agreeing, sealing the deal with a rough yet intoxicating kiss as he hooked both of your legs over his shoulders and took you again until you passed out from exhaustion.

Things had been running smoothly, with both of you holding up your end of the bargain — until a few weeks ago, when you’d casually mentioned that you were texting your ex again and Sanemi’s mood had soured considerably.

Not that his apparent jealousy had tempered him when it came time to reduce you to a sobbing, trembling mess beneath him — if anything, he seemed more committed to blowing your mind and back each time the two of you met up.

But you’d blown him off in favor of going to your ex’s only to end up leaving feeling emptier than ever. Only now, you somehow felt lower because beneath the judgmental irritation in his pretty, lavender eyes, Sanemi looked hurt.

“I don’t,” he said tightly, his arms folded tightly across his chest, those mouthwatering biceps rippling slightly. “I just don’t like getting ghosted without so much as a courtesy text.”

You winced, realizing that, in your haste to see your ex, you’d indeed forgotten to tell Sanemi not to bother stopping by. But you were feeling vulnerable and truthfully, you just wanted him to stop looking at you like a kicked puppy. Because, though it pained you to admit it, it broke your heart a little.

Perhaps Sanemi wasn’t the only one who was catching feelings.

But you weren’t about to admit any of that, and so you only mirrored his stance, crossing your arms and jutting your hip out, cocking your head at him. “Oh yeah? Then you won’t mind if your services aren’t needed tonight?” Guilt settled heavy in your gut like a stone as Sanemi deflated slightly at your jab.

That guilt wasn’t enough for you to resist taunting him a bit. “Because I’ve had all about I can handle for the day,”

Sanemi took the bait.

“I find that hard to believe,” he scoffed, his eyes running sensually over you as you stood there, defiantly glaring at him. “‘Cuz you’re not satisfied until you’re damn near passed out,”

He sauntered over to you until the heat rippling off his body threatened to burn you, too. A jolt of electricity shot down your spine as he leaned in close, his teeth grazing your earlobe as he whispered, “And babydoll, you’re still standing.”

Without warning, Sanemi’s arm shot out and wound around your waist, hauling you flush against him, your noses nearly bumping together. Your eyes fluttered shut at the gentle caress of his warm breath against your lips, awaiting one of his needy, bruising kisses of which you often found yourself daydreaming about.

But a kiss did not come; rather, Sanemi only spoke a promise that sent chills rippling over your skin and unleashed a flurry of butterflies in your stomach.

“I’m going to fuck all memory of him right outta your pretty little head.”

Unsurprisingly, Sanemi made good on his word; for not twenty minutes later, you found yourself draped over the back of your sofa, the silvery-blonde fucking you so deeply, you weren’t sure you even remembered your own name, even if you somehow still knew his.

The edge of your couch dug uncomfortably into the small of your back, and idly you wondered whether the force with which Sanemi was pounding into you would cause your spine to snap clean in half. If it did, you probably wouldn’t care; not when Sanemi had one of your legs lay flush against his torso, and the other wrapped tightly around his hips to desperately clinging on for dear life as his cock bullied in and out of your dripping cunt.

A warm, calloused hand teasingly traced up your stomach until it came to your breast, squeezing harshly as Sanemi savored how it jiggled beneath his palm with every bruising thrust of his hips against yours. Your eyes rolled back as Sanemi slapped the plush mound lightly around your nipple, a breathy moan falling from your lips as your walls clenched tighter around him.

“Fuck baby, you like that?” Sanemi’s gravelly voice called you back down to earth as his hand repeated the action on your other tit, a whine tearing from your throat. He chuckled at the way your cunt grew sloppier with every repeated smack against your chest. “Naughty girl.”

Sanemi’s lips latched around your stiffened nipple as his hand rose to pinch and roll the other between his fingers, the pace of his hips never faltering. “Tell me — fuck — sweetheart,” he ground out against your skin. “Did he make your pussy this fucking sloppy?”

As though to emphasize his point, Sanemi swiveled his hips harshly against yours, repeating the move over and over until your living room was filled with nothing but the sounds of your whimpers and the lewd squelching of your cunt.

“N-no,” you managed to stammer out, fingers digging harshly into his hair as Sanemi’s mouth sloppily danced to the valley between your breasts. He seemed please with this answer, as his other hand worked between your sweat-slicked bodies to work furiously at your clit.

“That’s right,” he growled. Sanemi pulled off you in favor of standing up, his cock reaching a spot even deeper within you as his thrusts grew sloppy. His grunts began to be tempered by a slight whine as he drew closer and closer to his climax, his thumb rubbing steady circles into the sensitive bundle of nerves between your thighs.

With a slight graze of his nail against your clit, you came apart around him with a scream, back arching impossibly higher as you howled his name. Sanemi rode you through the waves of your pleasure, the heavy smack of his balls against the underside of your ass guiding you back down to reality as you realized you still weren’t satisfied — you wouldn’t be, not until you felt him spill inside you only for him to fuck his seed right back into you.

“Sanemi,” you whined, your hands grabbing blindly for him, desperate to bring him closer.

Sanemi chuckled under his breath. “I know what you need, sweetheart. Don’t worry, I’m gonna give it to you.”

His hands were surprisingly gentle as it lowered the leg you had hooked over his shoulder and unlatched the other from around his waist. He tugged you forward slightly over the edge of the couch, bending your legs at the knees and pressing them back against your sides.

He was buried deep within you now, the new angle allowing the blunt tip of his cock to press against that one spot that made your toes curl, again and again. As your whimpers devolved into cries of overstimulated pleasure, Sanemi leaned down close to your face, his lips teasingly grazing yours as his pace quickened.

“And did you let him cum in your sweet little pussy, baby?” The look in his eyes almost would have been cruel, but it was undercut by the faintest trace of insecurity. “Do I have to fuck that out of you, too?”

But you were so lost in the post-orgasm haze that you did not answer; at least, not until Sanemi slowed the relentless pistoning of his cock into your spent cunt, and the resulting friction became intolerable.

“I asked you a question, princess.” Sanemi said mockingly, ducking his head to graze your throat with his lips, before giving a mighty thrust of his hips, as you cried out. “Answer me. Did he cum in you?”

“N-no!” Your answer was choked off with a hitched gasp as Sanemi resumed his previous pace, intent on reaching his end and giving you what you both wanted — your cunt, stuffed to the brim with him.

“Only you, Sanemi,” you blubbered, tears of pleasure and pain gathering in your eyes as your arms tightened around his shoulders, clinging onto him like he was salvation’s incarnate. “Only you get to cum in this pussy!”

Sanemi’s groans turned to low growls as his hips snapped against yours, the coil in his gut tightening as you continued to babble, only you only you only you only -

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sapphire-writes · 9 months

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Our Last Summer (modern!HOTD)

part 9 of 10 || series masterlist || previous part || next part

pairing: Aemond Targaryen x Reader

summary: You continue to worry about what summer ending means for you and Aemond.

word count: 4.7k

rating: Mature/Explicit/18+

warnings below the cut!

warnings: language, explicit p in v, fingering, praise, mild choking, titty squeezing, light nipple play, cock warming, hospitals, mentions of death, themes of grief and loss, pregnancy, themes/descriptions of high-risk pregnancy/birth.

note: I appreciate your patience for this part so so much! hope you enjoy it!

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The house is quiet when you wake up, besides the sound of Aemond’s breathing. Sunlight streams through his open windows; the light cotton curtains blow gently with the sea breeze. You can smell the salty sea air, and feel the coolness of it on your skin.

You’re pressed up against Aemond, your back against his chest. One of his long arms lays under your head, the other thrown across your waist. His body is firm and warm against you, with each breath pressing his chest closer to your back.

Aemond kept well on his promise. Goosebumps blossom on your arms as you recall the remainder of the night.

Helaena and Aegon had teased you ruthlessly as you all stumbled into the Targaryen manor; you and Aemond a tangled mess of limbs, unable to separate from each other for even a moment. Of course, the bottle of champagne you’d shared while stargazing didn’t help your clinginess.

You’d teased Aegon and Helaena right back, ending with a small fight in the kitchen. You don’t remember who exactly started throwing marshmallows like they were weapons of mass destruction, but you think it had to have been Aegon. You’d pushed a button when mentioning how close he seemed with Sara earlier in the evening.

Aegon had flushed crimson and began raining fire with the marshmallows he��d previously been snacking on. The fight only ended when Aemond picked you up, slinging you over his shoulder and carrying you upstairs. You were giggling like a mad woman all the while; even as he threw you on his bed, stripped your lace thong from under your dress, and buried his face between the softness of your thighs.

It was still very funny, but that did get you to stop laughing.

Aemond hums, tearing you from your thoughts. His arms tighten around you, melting your body against his chest. He presses his face into the crook of your neck, his nose dragging against the smooth skin.

“How long have you been awake?” he murmurs, voice thick with sleep, lips ghosting against your neck.

A pleasurable shiver rolls through you, eyelashes fluttering shut.

“Not long,” you admit, as he places a kiss right below your ear.

“Sleep well?” he asks, chest rumbling.

“The best,” you tell him, earning another squeeze, another kiss.

He’s so affectionate, you never expected him to be this way. Like a dragon hoarding his treasure.

“Would you like some breakfast?” he asks, “Coffee? Tea?”

“I’d love that,” you tell him, fingers stroking his arm, “But I don’t want to get up yet.”

Aemond chuckles, the vibrations reverberating through his lean frame and into you.

“Not yet then,” he agrees.

You scoot closer, as close as you can get, pressing your backside against him. You can feel him getting hard through the boxer briefs he wore to bed. It presses against you sending a delicious pang of need straight to your center. You had opted for one of Aemond’s t-shirts for bed; a black one with red lettering on the front for a band you hadn’t heard of.

“Dracarys,” Aemond had told you when you asked, “It means dragonfire in High Valyrian.”

The arm that isn’t trapped underneath your head moves to stroke a path up your thigh, leaving a trail of fire in its wake. Aemond plays with the hem of your shirt, before dipping below it.

“Aemond,” you breathe, arching into his touch.

“Shh,” he coos, following the curve where your thigh meets your hip, “Let me.”

You suck your lower lip between your teeth, head tilting backward as he continues to nip and suck the sensitive skin of your neck. He bends his opposite arm, moving it from under your head and letting it dip through the neck of your t-shirt, taking your breast into his palm. He squeezes just as his fingers spread through your folds, causing a small gasp to escape you.

“Fuck,” you mewl as his fingers dip lower, gathering some of your arousal before rubbing circles around your needy clit.

Sparks of pleasure tingle through your veins, warmth flooding through you. You’re burning everywhere he touches, happily consumed by his flames.

“You like that?” Aemond asks, lips pressed against your neck, fingers working your bud and your nipple in tandem.

“Yes,” you breathe, pressing your ass against his erection. He’s fully hard now, straining against the confines of his briefs.

Aemond’s hand moves away from your clit, and he lets a finger dip into your center curling upwards against your spongy walls. The pleasure heightens, your abdomen tightening as he searches for your most sensitive spot. He finds it effortlessly, as though he’s mapped your body and memorized it completely.

“You need more?” Aemond asks, a teasing tone present in his sleepy voice.

He curls his finger as he asks, causing you to whine. They’re so long. Aemond’s hands have become somewhat of an obsession of yours the longer you’ve been together. Your hips grind against his finger, wanting it deeper. He’s teasing you slightly, you know it, keeping his thrusts shallow and focused.

“What is it, baby?” he teases, teeth sinking into your shoulder.

“Yes….please, please,” you whimper, “Please I need more--Oh.” A second finger breaches your entrance, joining the first in its movements.

You’re so much more full, warmth blooming in your abdomen, but it's still not enough. You need him, completely in all ways possible.

“This feel good?” he murmurs, curling his fingers against your walls.

Aemond thrusts his fingers inside of you expertly, his palm grazing your clit. You buck your hips against his hand, desperately riding his fingers as pleasure grows in your belly. His languid pace is maddening, steadily building your orgasm with no rush.

There are no distractions this time; no park full of moviegoers, no carnival, no hot tub. It’s just you and Aemond, in the comfort of his bed. Door locked, siblings occupied. Nothing to come between the two of you.

“Cum for me,” he growls in your ear, “Come on baby, cum, then I’ll give you my cock.”

You writhe against him, your orgasm crashing over you like a wave of white-hot pleasure, pussy clenching around his long digits.

“That’s a good girl,” he murmurs, kissing your shoulder, “My good fucking girl.”

“Aemond,” you whimper, reaching behind you to tug at his briefs, “I need you, please.”

He removes his fingers from your soaked pussy, bringing them to his lips. You turn your head, watching as he cleans them, moaning at the taste of you. When he’s finished, you feel his hand against yours, helping you ease off his briefs.

“Wanted to eat that pretty pussy of yours,” Aemond says, chuckling at your neediness, “Perhaps later then?”

“Later,” you agree, feeling his hand curl around your knee, bringing your leg up towards your chest, “I need you inside me, please.”

“Since you asked so nicely,” Aemond says, smiling against your shoulder.

You can feel the head of his cock pressing against your slick opening, as he eases his length inside you. The angle is new, with you laying on your side and him pressed against your back. Your pussy grips him like a vice and he groans as he bottoms out in your warmth.

“Fuck,” he hisses, “You’re so tight, baby.”

He rolls his hips, sliding his cock in and out. It’s similar to the attention of his fingers; unhurried and sweet. If you thought you were on fire before, it's nothing compared to the feeling of Aemond’s cock inside of you. Fire erupts in your belly, stoked by every roll of his hips.

Aemond is in no rush, keeping one hand wrapped under your thigh as he slowly thrusts into you. His other hand moves to your neck, his long fingers wrapping around your throat. It’s not quite choking, just a comfortable presence. You’re sure he must feel your pulse fluttering against his thumb like a butterfly’s wing.

A desperate noise leaves your lips as he moves against you, sliding effortlessly in and out of your wet heat. Aemond groans, letting out a breathless gasp before sinking into you again. “Fucking love this pussy.”

You whimper in response, and his hand moves upwards gripping your jaw. He turns your face toward him, capturing your lips in a heated kiss. Blistering heat courses through your veins as he kisses you; you nearly lose yourself in the sensuality of it. The passion. The coil in your gut tightens, and your eyes squeeze shut.

“You close baby?” Aemond murmurs against your lips, before pressing a kiss to your cheek. You clench around him as he releases your thigh, bringing his fingers to play with your clit, “That’s it, baby, that’s my good girl, go on….let go…”

The tightly wound ball of pleasure snaps and you shudder against him, a strangled cry leaving you as he presses kisses to your cheek, your neck, any part of you his lips can find.

“So good for me, that’s it, sweet girl,” he murmurs, chasing his own release, “Such a pretty girl, fuck you’re beautiful.”

You feel the warmth of his release deep within you, the twitching of his cock inside you maddening. You turn to kiss his lips once more and stop him as he begins to move.

“Stay,” you murmur, reaching behind you to touch his face.

You look back at him through your lashes, running the back of your fingers against his cheek and down the curve of his jaw. Aemond’s eye watches you, staring intently with such compassion it nearly takes your breath away. You caress his cheek again, your heart beating wildly in your chest.

“Stay,” you whisper again, “Stay with me.”

Your voice is thick with emotion as you speak, tears pricking at the corners of your eyes. A different question lies below the surface of your request, soon to be answered but summer’s end.

“I’ll stay,” he says, leaning into your touch, “I’ll stay.”

You remain in bed for a while longer, before both you and Aemond succumb to the rumbles of hunger your stomachs emit. Begrudgingly, you make your way downstairs to the kitchen. Aemond beelines toward a cabinet as you enter the kitchen behind him.

“I didn’t know you could cook,” you comment as he places two bagels in the toaster. He chuckles at your comment.

“I think I can handle a bagel,” he says, flashing you a smirk.

You smile in response, cheeks warming as he meets your eyes. You bite your lip, moving past him and opening the fridge, peering inside. It’s well stocked with fresh-cut fruit and vegetables, and Helaena’s fancy kombucha is placed next to Aegon’s Red Bull stash. You chuckle at the juxtaposition of items before grabbing a tub of cream cheese.

You place it on the counter, turning your back to it before hoisting yourself to sit atop it. Aemond raises an eyebrow at you as you wiggle back further onto it.

“Chair not cutting it?” Aemond asks, his eye intently focused on where you tug your shirt to cover your thighs. It had ridden up slightly as you adjusted yourself.

“I’m trying to reach your eye level,” you tease, “How tall are you exactly?”

He shrugs, smirking at you causing you to roll your eyes. Aemond side steps toward you, letting his fingers ghost across the lip of the counter before they reach your knee. He positions himself in between your legs, fingers curling around your knees. Your breath hitches as he widens your legs.

Aemond looks up at you, the corner of his lip tugging upwards in a small smile.

“What?” you ask, returning his grin.

He answers you with a kiss.

It’s slow and passionate and needy all at once. His hands smooth over the tops of your thighs until settling on your waist. You can feel the hardness between his legs; it’s truly incredible how quickly he recovers. You pull away from him, laughing slightly as he nips at your jaw.

“You’re insane,” you tease, fingers tangling in the hair at the nape of his neck. He hums against your neck, sucking a purple love bite into the sensitive skin. “Aemond…our bagels.”

Your attempt to get him to refocus is futile; once he’s determined about something there’s not stopping him. His fingers trace the smooth skin of your inner thighs and you suppress a shiver.

“I’m not fucking you in the kitchen,” you tell him, but it comes out as practically a moan.

“Why not?” Aemond murmurs; you can feel his smirk.

“It’s unsanitary,” you tell him, “Oh fuck, Aemond-”

“Ew!”

Aemond pushes away from you, glancing at the source of the complaint before turning his body, hiding the ever-obvious tent in his sweatpants. Helaena had entered the kitchen, and judging by the horrified look on her face, had seen and heard a lot.

You tug your shirt down, slipping off the counter so it falls to almost your knees. You didn’t have any shorts here--you hadn’t been planning on a sleepover. Baela had stayed the night as well, crashing in Helaena’s room.

“Hey Hel,” you squeak, face burning with embarrassment. Aemond clears his throat as the toaster dings, before busying himself with fixing breakfast. “Where’s Baela? Sleep well?”

Helaena’s nose wrinkles in disgust as she moves toward the fridge.

“I was perfect until that,” she says, shivering in disgust, “Luckily, Baela’s still sleeping. Jesus Christ you two.”

“You could’ve announced yourself,” Aemond snaps, smearing cream cheese onto a bagel half.

“Oh yeah,” Helaena says, rolling her eyes. She closes the fridge, turning and plastering a fake smile on her face, “Hey bestie! Hey little brother! Umm hello? HELLO?? Oh..can’t hear me with all the moaning and fucking….okay! I’ll just get my muffin elsewhere!”

You move toward her, wrapping your arms around her in a hug.

“I’m sorry,” you tell her, “Sorry you had to witness that.”

“I’m just gonna start screaming next time,” Helaena mumbles, “That’s my brother you know.”

You pull away from her, raising an eyebrow.

“I’m aware,” you say, smiling.

“Like, my little brother,” she clarifies, “Annoying, geeky, science fair winning-”

“You won a science fair?” you interrupt, turning to Aemond.

“The Doom of Valyria,” he says, nodding at the memory.

“Dork,” Helaena finishes, crossing her arms, “You’re fucking my dorky brother.”

“You approved!” you accuse.

“I still do, duh,” Helaena says, sighing, “I just don’t want to witness it.”

Aemond hands you a plate, smiling down at you. You quickly take a bite, moaning in satisfaction. You really were starving. Helaena gives you a warning glare.

“Don’t,” she says, “I’ve heard enough of your moans.”

“I haven’t,” Aemond says, taking a bite of his bagel and smiling at his sister. Helaena shakes her head, before looking at her phone.

“Disgusting,” Helaena says, pouting, “I am disgusted.”

You laugh, trying not to choke on your breakfast.

“We’ve got a busy week,” Helaena tells you, “Luke’s doing final test runs on Seasmoke these next few days. Then we’re on cleaning duty again so it sparkles for the regatta.”

“Friday, right?” you clarify, and Helaena nods.

“Ugh, I love and hate it,” she says with a groan, “Love competition, hate summer ending.”

Your heart drops into your stomach. It’s inescapable, no matter how you choose to ignore it. You glance sideways at Aemond but his body language gives nothing away. He continues eating, leaning against the counter.

“It’s not over yet,” you tell her, hopefully, “I mean, there’s still time…”

“I move in early,” Helaena says, a pained grimace on her face, “The Sunday after the regatta. RA duties and all.”

“You’re an RA?” you ask, surprised.

“My residents love me, thank you very much,” Helaena says, raising an eyebrow at you.

“Cause you let them get away with anything and everything,” Aemond comments, placing his plate in the sink.

“You can just say you’ll miss me,” Helaena teases, “But yeah. I’ll be gone early.”

“I’ll miss you,” you tell her, meaning every word. Helaena has become a close friend of yours this summer. The thought of not seeing her again makes your heart hurt.

“You’ll have to come visit me,” Helaena says, smiling, “Eyrie College is pretty cool if I do say so myself.”

“And far,” you tell her.

“Holidays then,” Helaena insists, “You’ll be back here, right?”

You glance at Aemond, he’s leaning over the sink, his back facing you. You don’t know what to say. Will you ever be back here? Baela is one of your best friends, so the obvious answer is yes.

But will you ever be back here?

At this moment, right now. That question is a little more complicated. Aemond clears his throat, the silence laying heavy between you.

“I’m going to shower,” he says, walking over to you. He drops a kiss on your head, before leaving the kitchen.

Just as he exits, Baela enters, yawning and stretching her hands above her head. She rubs the sleep from her eyes before grabbing the other half of your bagel. A tradition you share, splitting meals. It’s second nature for the two of you.

“You haven’t talked yet?” Helaena asks, phrasing her question in a way that reveals she already knows the answer.

“About what?” Baela says, through a mouthful of bagel.

“No,” you answer, “I mean…we always said when summer ends…”

“Things have changed,” Helaena says, violet eyes wide and all-knowing, “Talk to him.”

You should. You will. But not today. Not yet. Having that conversation breathes life into the inevitable end. Your chest tightens at the thought alone.

“I will,” you promise, nodding.

Baela leans her head against your shoulder and Helaena presses her lips together, returning your nod with one of her own.

“Can he fuck off?” Baela grumbles, a few days later.

You’re sitting at the Kingsroad Country Club beside the pool, soaking in the afternoon sun. The forecast called for thunderstorms this evening, and you had decided to sunbathe for as long as you could.

Her phone has been vibrating all afternoon. No matter how many times you’ve told her to put it on do not disturb she refuses. Out of spite, you think. You peer over your sunglasses, seeing Daemon’s name on her screen. Not dad, not father. Daemon Targaryen.

Baela presses ignore.

She slumps back, throwing her arm over her head, mumbling obscenities.

“You don’t think you should answer?” you ask.

“He’s just going to cuss me out about the gala again,” she grumbles, “Or talk about school. Or dinner, or some other frivolous event I couldn’t care less about.”

Daemon tries her again. She lets it go to voicemail this time.

“I’m done with summer,” she says with a sigh, “I’m ready for the fall semester. Senior year. Honeyholt. Gods I miss it.”

That tugs at your heartstrings. Honeyholt truly has become your home these past few years at school. Fall is nothing short of magical. When the leaves turn red, orange, and yellow, bathing the campus in a sunset glow. It’s your favorite time of year. And yet this time it looms like a threat.

Baela glances at you, tilting her head to the side. I can read your thoughts, her look says as she raises an eyebrow at you. You pull your book closer. It’s a spicy read, one of your favorites. You’d sent Aemond a text message earlier, detailing the section you’d been reading.

Anything you read, I do to you later, had been his response.

Your whole body erupted in goosebumps, and you’d been unable to stop the stupid lovestruck grin from your face. Wait.

Like-struck.

Like-struck grin.

“We need to start planning for Halloween,” Baela says suddenly, “We’re behind already.”

“It’s August.”

“Like I said,” she says, as her phone rings once more, “For fuck’s sake!”

Baela picks up the phone, angrily bringing it to her ear, “You call me again, I’m blocking you. For real this time I don’t care what Mumuña says---” she stops suddenly, eyebrows furrowing together.

She reaches up toward her face, taking her sunglasses off. “Jace?”

You lay your book against your chest. You hadn’t even realized Jace was back yet. Baela turns, a confused expression on her face.

“What’s going on?” you ask, but she shakes her head.

“Yeah, we’ll be right there----” she holds her phone between her head and shoulder hurriedly packing her poolside items into her tote bag.

Lip gloss, suntan lotion, water bottle. Baela’s hands are shaking. You can’t make out what Jace is saying, but you grab your things as well, prepared to leave the second Baela finishes the call.

“Got it, yeah,” Baela says, lower lip wobbling, “Bye.”

She hangs up, blinking rapidly, eyes downcast. She doesn’t move for a moment, just sits hunched over the chaise lounge.

“Bae?” you ask, worry curling in your gut, “Bae talk to me.”

She lifts her eyes, meeting yours.

“It’s Rhaenyra,” she tells you, “There’s….there’s something wrong. It’s the baby.”

You’re not a fan of hospitals but then again, who is? You’d been in the private waiting room for the past hour, seated next to Baela, Jace, Luke, and Rhaena. The younger children were safely tucked away on Dragonstone, blissfully unaware of their mother’s whereabouts and wellbeing.

Not much was said. The baby was turned the wrong way, the cord wrapped around its fragile neck, something like that. Emergency surgery.

Daemon was nowhere to be found.

A bit of an exaggeration; he’d been here earlier but went for a walk. Jace said he was climbing the walls with anxiety.

“He should be in there with her,” Luke spat, his face contorted with anger at his stepfather’s actions, “He should be--”

“He’ll come back,” Rhaena insists, hugging her stepbrother, “He always does.”

Baela was pacing as well. Restless like her father. Unable to sit still. You’d offered to get her food, coffee, anything to ease some of her anxiety. She declined.

The hospital is a graveyard to Baela, Rhaena, and Daemon.

Laena Velaryon spent her last moments on this very floor.

Rhaena hides her despair well, but you watch her wipe the corner of her eyes every minute like clockwork. The sleeves of her sweatshirt are now damp.

A nurse came to update them, and you texted the Targaryen-Hightower siblings. You’d been giving them updates. Helaena said she was on her way to the hospital, in desperate need of being by her elder sister’s bedside. Alicent was coming with her as well.

Baela turns away from the nurse, placing her hand on her forehead. She walks quickly down the hall, bursting through the doors. You get up, sprinting after her.

“Baela!” you call, jogging to catch her, “Bae-”

She comes to a stop, turning to you, a panicked look on her face, tears streaming down her cheeks. You’d only seen Baela cry a handful of times.

“Oh, Baela..”

“I don’t like her, okay?” she says, breathing becoming ragged, “But I don’t…I don’t want her to die.” She chokes on the last word, a sob bubbling up out of her throat.

You feel tears leaving your own eyes, falling freely down your cheeks.

“I don’t want her to die,” she repeats through her sobs, “I don’t-”

“I know,” you tell her, pulling her against you as she cries, “I know.”

She collapses against you, the sobs wracking through her, echoing down the hallway. You hold on tight, as she releases all the pain of the past summer, the past years.

The ghost of Laena Velaryon lingers in these walls.

You hold her until the door down the hall opens, and Daemon Targaryen steps through. He looks so much like Rhaena in the way he holds himself. Trying to remain stoic, but unable to hide his pain all the same. He walks down the hallway slowly approaching Baela as though she were a scared animal.

“Tala (Daughter),” Daemon says softly, stroking her hair, “Come here.”

“Kepa,” she sobs, reaching for him, “I’m sorry.” She clings to her father, and he smoothes her hair, holding her close.

“I know,” he says softly, “I am too.”

“I miss her so much,” Baela sobs, “So much.”

“I do too.”

“But I don’t want Rhaenyra…I can’t…not again--”

“Shhh,” Daemon soothes her, “It’ll be alright.”

You leave father and daughter to reconcile, heading back into the room. Daemon and Baela join several moments later; Baela returns to her pacing and Daemon is called into another room by a doctor. Helaena and Alicent arrive, demanding to see Rhaenyra.

Eventually, the nurse caves and ushers them through the same door Daemon went through.

The minutes feel like hours, but finally, finally, Helaena emerges from the doors. She takes a deep breath before a small smile appears on her face. Jace stands immediately, waiting with bated breath.

“She’s okay,” Helaena says, “Rhaenyra and the baby. They’re okay.”

Helaena’s words breathe life back into the room. The tension begins to dissipate and Rhaena collapses into her chair with relief. Luke begins to cry, and Jace wraps his arms around his brother. Baela blinks rapidly, nodding.

“Can we…can we see?” Jace asks, and Helaena nods.

Jace and Luke hurry through the doors, and Rhaena grabs her twin's hand, dragging her behind them. You’re so happy you feel you might start crying as well. You stay in your seat, happy to let the family share this special moment together. Helaena walks over to you, tilting her head to the side.

“Come see,” Helaena insists, taking your hand.

“It’s okay, really-”

“Nonsense,” she says, cutting you off, “You’re family too.”

Your heart sings at her words, and you take her hand as she leads you to Rhaenyra’s room. She’s sitting up at an angle in the hospital bed, recovering nicely. Sweat gleams on her brow, but she smiles when Helaena enters the room.

Daemon holds his youngest daughter in his arms, standing next to Rhaenyra. She looks so small in his arms, a tiny little creature with pale flesh. You can count the bluish-purple veins that lay beneath her paper-thin skin.

“This is Visenya,” Daemon says, his voice soft, “Jace and Luke have just held her.” He looks up, his eyes meeting Baela’s.

She’s watching the baby as it stretches its small fingers toward the sky. Baela doesn’t say anything, just moves forward and holds her hand out to her sibling, letting Visenya’s small fingers wrap around hers.

Rhaenyra smiles softly.

It’s not completely healed, you know it. Wounds like that take time to heal. But you feel a warmth bloom in your chest as Baela smiles at Visenya and knows that they’re headed in the right direction.

You decide to give the family some privacy when your phone buzzes in your pocket. Aemond. You hadn’t updated him in a while.

You excuse yourself, answering as you leave the room. “Hey.”

“Hey,” Aemond says, “Just wanted to check in, is everything okay?”

“Yeah everything’s okay,” you tell him, walking down the hall, “Rhaenyra is good. The baby is good.”

The line is quiet, you can hear his steady breathing.

“Visenya,” you tell him, “You officially have a niece.”

Aemond hums at the end of the line. You reach the end of the hallway, facing a large window. Dark storm clouds have gathered in the sky, and you can see lightning in the distance, and hear the low rumble of thunder.

“How’s Baela?” he asks.

“She’s doing well. I think she’s glad Rhaenyra is okay,” you say.

“Really?”

“Yeah. I really do.”

The rain begins, fat droplets splashing against the glass.

“I’m glad too,” Aemond says suddenly, “Just…she is my sister.”

You smile, watching the streetlights turn on as the sky grows increasingly darker.

“I know you are,” you tell him, unable to stop the ache from growing in your chest. You can feel it. The presence weighs down the air between you, even through the phone. “Aemond-”

“I have to go,” he says suddenly, “Can I call you later?”

We have to talk.

“Y/N?”

We need to talk.

“Are you still there?”

I think I’m falling in love with you.

“Yes,” you answer, “Sorry. Yeah of course. I’ll talk to you later.”

It takes him a moment before ending the call. Your heart hammers against your chest as you cradle your phone against your cheek, long after he’s gone.

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studentinpursuitofclouds · 1 month

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not sure if you've done this one before but how would the vanilla + SVE bachelors react to the farmer giving them a shirt (or any top article of clothing) with one of those boob windows? What if the farmer pleads them with puppy eyes in hopes of convincing them to put it on?

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No, I definitely didn’t write a headcanon about this topic. And today we will fix it~ (thanks for the ask, dear anon!🫰💕)

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SDV/SVE bachelors react to their Farmer spouse who gives them clothes with a "boob window":

Alex thought at first that that line on the T-shirt was a damage, but when Farmer explained to the athlete that this was the way it should be, he hesitated for a couple of seconds, and put the T-shirt on. Though Alex blushed a little at Farmer's stare, he realised that he looked pretty good in it and started to look at himself in the mirror. "Hey honey, you know what's better than this 'titty' t-shirt? No t-shirt!". He took off his t-shirt and with a smug smile began to flex in front of his spouse. Farmer should give him credit: it's impossible to disagree with such a valid argument.

"Nice try, dear, but still no." Sebastian sat on the couch with his laptop while his dearest spouse ran around him and begged him to at least try on a t-shirt with an oval cut on the chest. Neither the sad eyes nor the bribe-laden entreaties worked on the emo, who seemed to be amused by Farmer's futile attempts to convince him. "Yeah we'd sooner have an obsidian portal on our farm than I'd wear this." Bad mistake. Because a few hours later there was a huge obsidian archway on the farm (the portal is working, btw) and the Farmer was standing nearby, triumphantly handing a flushed Sebby a t-shirt.

"Honey, don't you think that's a bit much?" Elliott is a fan of unbuttoning his collar and being in dramatic poses when he's writing another masterpiece or posing for a drawing. But here, he'll probably draw the line. No, not to say he hates it at all, this sweater with the... hmm, rather unusual cut, but Elliott's used to his style of dress, and this doesn't fit his image in any way. Even Farmer's tearful pleas won't make him change his mind (though Elliott must admit, he almost gives in, because Farmer knows how to make professional puppy-dog eyes).

"Ah, fuck it. Give it to me." Shane, as it turned out, wasn't hard to convince. His only stipulation, though, was that he would only wear that "boob window" shirt ("Heh, what a fucking name...") at home on the farm. Because even if the chicken man himself doesn't give a shit about most people's opinions and dresses as he pleases, he still doesn't want Jas and Marnie to catch him wearing that t-shirt. It would be... awkward, to say at least. This cloth is comfortable tho, plus his size. "Heh, boob window. Enjoying the view?" Farmer is definitely enjoing the view.

Huh... Sam had tried all sorts of extravagant clothes in an effort to find his unique style in the past, but this was new even to him. He certainly wore that t-shirt with the cutout on the chest, purely out of curiosity. It's cool, but... not his style. The young guitarist had thought about unusual clothes for his music band, but a side boob shirt cut was more his style than this. Sorry Farmer- hey, c'mon, don't give him this sad look! They know it's hard for Sam to say no to them with those sad eyes... Ok, but he won't wear this to a family dinner, deal?

If the Farmer wanted Harvey to stand flushed for a minute, congratulations - they've achieved their goal! With all due respect to his spouse, the local doctor is not too keen on wearing a sweater with such a cut. But interestingly enough, he has asked them not to put these clothes far away, as the resourceful doctor has found a use for it. If Farmer insists on staying late in the Mines, Harvey just needs to drop his selfies of himself (still flushed) wearing this sweater. Farmer teleports home at lightning speed and almost kicks in the front door. Works every time!

"Please!" "No." "Please!" "No." Farmer had been following Magnus around like a duckling following its mother for about fifteen minutes now, hoping to change their stubborn husband's mind and at least try on that sweater with the big line on the chest. Attempts, so far, had been unsuccessful. "Please!" "No." Magnus is quite happy with his magical uniform, which gives him charm and mystery vibe. Especially since he doesn't want any of his colleagues to catch him with that sweater. So wizard has to say no to his beloved spouse. Although they are stubborn. "Please!" "No."

"My dear, is this your way of trying to hint to me that I should unbutton my shirt more often?" Lance smiled slyly at Farmer, and the blush on their cheeks made it immediately clear to the gallant adventurer that he had hit right on target. That clothes with a cut-out on the chest, if the truth be told, is not to his taste. Especially since Lance doesn't see the point of it at all, if he and his spouse can find alternatives. All Lance has to do is simply undo the gilded buttons of his snow-white shirt, spread the collar a little for... *chuckle* a better view for a Farmer, and that's it. The effect will be the same.

Victor had a heap of doubts, but it was hard to resist Farmer's puppy-dog eyes, so, to Farmer's glee, he put on the T-shirt they handed him with.... "Boob window"? Is that what it's called? What a name..." The size is certainly his, and the fabric is of good quality, but... He feels a little bit uncomfortable. And Yoba forbid his mother catches him like this, otherwise it would take a long time to explain everything. Victor could have just unbuttoned his shirt. Or... or no shirt at all, if Farmer wanted to hint to him that they'd like to have fun tonight...

#stardew valley #sdv #stardew valley expanded #sve #sve lance #sve magnus #sdv wizard #sdv rasmodius #sve victor #sdv shane #sdv sam #sdv harvey #sdv elliott #sdv alex #sdv sebastian #thanks for the ask!#sdv headcanons #sve headcanon #don’t know why I inserted a portal from Minecraft into Sebastian’s story. but why not lol

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my-writings-and-musings · 4 months

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Clawing my way out of depression with some incredibly silly Bumblebee x Reader, in which our beloved Scout is shrunk down to the size of a kitten via science magic and reader must keep him warm in their coat. Reader is gender neutral beyond having titties for Bee to huddle against. Read and join me as I defeat SAD with the power of silliness.

Shrunken Earthspark Bumblebee x GN!Reader

Rated PG for silliness, fluff and booby mention

Hunkering down at the abandoned warehouse you'd been told to wait in, you kept your eyes and ears on the horizon, hoping that the hum of familiar engines would cut through the howling wind and whirling snow before long. Though the air was frigid enough to freeze your breath, the bitter cold accounted for only a small portion of your desire to swiftly reunite with the team, as you had much bigger problems that you needed help with. Well, perhaps "bigger" wasn't the right word for it...

Standing atop the opposite end of the windowsill for his own vigil, Bumblebee looked remarkably alert and well composed for someone a fraction of their natural height. You supposed that his brush with Mandroid could have gone much worse; at least the device the scientist had escaped with had only shrunk the Scout, and done no further harm. It was a double miracle that you'd managed to find his tiny form amidst the knee deep snow of the battlefield. Rubbing your gloved hands together and trying not to stare, you told yourself that Wheeljack would be able to fix everything in no time, and that a few broken laws of physics would return your beloved bot to his usual towering height. Seeing him this tiny was just too strange, and not to mention unspeakably adorable.

A kitten-sized sneeze drew your eyes away from the snowy landscape out the window, and you looked over to find the Scout hugging himself through a dramatic shiver. "Bee? You okay?" you asked quickly, unable to help feeling far more protective than usual.

"F-f-fine!" he replied just as quickly, spinning around to face you. Digits trembling, he forced a shaky smile as he attempted to pass off crossing his arms as a casual gesture, though the tiny crystals of ice you noticed spreading across his frame gave him up just as readily. The poor mech sounded like he was seconds away from turning into a tiny Autobot popsicle as he shivered through every syllable. "Just a little... ch-chilly... B-but I'm f-fine!"

A number of realizations pinged through your mind at once; Bee must have lost a considerable amount of heat while buried in the snow, he was now far too small to regain said warmth, and he had no real idea how to stop himself from freezing now that he didn't have mass to protect himself. His pride had undoubtedly kept him from voicing the problem as it worsened, leaving you with a very tiny and very frozen Scout to thaw. "You're obviously freezing! Why didn't you tell me?"

"N-never been a p-problem before..." he replied as he gave in and started to shiver. Your heart twisted in pity, and you looked about as your brain raced to think of a solution, the lack of supplies leaving you with very few options. There was no way to build a fire, nor was there any power supply to start up the building's climate control, which was probably busted anyway. If only you had a tiny jacket to share...

"I need to get you warm; fast. Let me think... oh!"

The solution that came to you was very silly, and in a less life-threatening situation you would have thought it was quite embarrassing, but the prospect of saving your beloved Scout left no room for such doubts. Unzipping the front of your coat, you offered a hand for him to climb onto.

"Come here. You'll be plenty warm under my coat." you explained, figuring he'd fit perfectly between your shirt and the ample padding. Despite the chill, Bee managed a pink blush across his frozen cheeks, optics going wide in bashful embarrassment as he put together what you meant. It seemed that his pride hadn't shrunk with him.

"Y-you don't have-"

"Shush. At this rate, you'll freeze before our ride gets here" you insisted, voice growing a tad more urgent at his worsening freeze. Just watching his wings shake in time with his shivers made you care little for any kind of pride, including your own, and you used your concern to remain steadfast. Bringing your hand close enough for him to feel the warmth radiating from your glove made his resolve visibly waver. "So for now, my heat is your heat."

"Mmm..." he hummed in uncertainty, growing more tempted by the second. No bigger than a kitten and only slightly more intimidating, he cracked after only a few additional moments of hesitation, steadying himself against your thumb as he sat in your palm. He couldn't have weighed more than a pound, and you had to stifle a reflexive squee as he instinctively pressed himself into the warmth of your hand. A drooping of his optics made resisting that much harder. "Maybe just for a few minutes..."

"Of course." you said with a knowing smile. Gently sliding him into the opening of your coat, you just managed to avoid hissing as his frigid mesh settled against your shirt, though it was easy to ignore the discomfort when the tiny bot melted against you. With the outcrop of your breasts to support him, and the... "plush" of the area in question to keep him comfortable, Bee settled down as quickly as one would on a luxary mattress. Shivers dying down before your very eyes, the Scout rested his helm against you with the tiniest sigh. You had an undeniable urge to pet him as you whispered down into the little pocket of warmth. "There. Better?"

"Much... thank you." he murmured, looking up to meet your eyes with a smile as grateful as it was sleepy. Hoping he couldn't hear the resulting flutter of your heart, you pulled the zipper up a tad to keep the heat from escaping, grateful that your mammalian physiology could come in such handy. You'd have happily watched him rest his optics for hours, but a hum in the distance drew your gaze to the frosty window. Through the thick whirls of snow, your squinting eyes made out the faint outline of a familiar truck and aircraft, followed by a number of other vehicles you'd been hoping to see. The convoy had arrived.

"I think that's our evac, do you want-"

You went quiet at the sound of the tiniest snores you'd ever heard emanating from your coat, and as soon as your heart was done with its backflip, you found yourself wondering whether or not Bee would wish to be woken before his comrades saw him snoozing atop your breasts.

#transformers #maccadam #earthspark #transformers earthspark #tf earthspark #transformers: earthspark #tfe #tfes #bumblebee #earthspark bumblebee #bumblebee x reader #x reader #tf #tf x reader #fluff #gn reader #Tiny!Bee

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x-ethan-lxndry-l0v3r-x · 7 months

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Part two of car rides 😝

“Car rides- Part 2” -E.L

Part 1

⚠️MINORS DNI⚠️

Pairing: Sub!Himbo!Ethan Landry x Dom!Fem!Reader

Includes; SMUT, and other stuff I can’t be bothered to write in here, but the MOMMY KINK (well he calls her momma but that’s okay) IS STILL HERE, imma just go out and say it I had no fucking clue what to write so you get this, and Ethan just looks like the type of guy that would worship his girlfriend’s tits during sex doesn’t matter if they’re big or small or average. So there will be some titty sucking 🫣, oral (f receiving).

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“What are you playing at here, Ethan? She raised an eyebrow,

“Jus’ gonna give you what you gave me, momma.” He spoke.

“Did I fuck you too senseless that the only thing you know how to do now is cum?” She queried him. His hips grinding down against hers. He whined at the delicious friction he had gotten from her. He didn’t answer her.

“Ethan I’m talking to you-.” Her sentence was cut off by his lips against hers. He had unzipped his jeans once more sliding them down and discarding them on the passenger seat along with his shirt, and his fingers hooked under the waistband of her skirt, pulling away from the kiss to get a look of approval from her giving her his best puppy dog eyes.

She looked at him, sighing and rolling her eyes in annoyance at this tactic of his, he either started to cry to get what he wanted from her (during sex) or he gave her the best puppy dog eyes he could with his pretty brown eyes, “Go ahead.” As soon as she spoke he had pulled her skirt down which then exposed her panties, he pulled them down too. She took her own shirt off and she wasn’t wearing anything underneath, her bare chest was now exposed to him, he was practically drooling at the mouth when he saw her tits.

“S’pretty momma..” He looked up from her chest to her face, her eyes.

She saw the way he looked at her chest, as if he was looking at his favourite thing in the entire world, (which probably is your boobs, but maybe you yourself),

“You can do that too.” As soon as she finished speaking he latched onto her left nipple with his warm wet mouth, his tongue swirling around the hardened sensitive bud, his other large hand (veiny hands 🛐🛐) massaged her other boob, he was grinding his hard on against her thigh (because he’s the neediest boy ever).

He detached his mouth and hand from both of her breasts and got her to sit up pressed against the car door, on of her legs hanging over the headrest and the other on the carpeted flooring if the car, he was now between her thighs, tongue fucking her, his nose bumping into her sensitive clit every once in a while, she had a tight grip on his soft brunette curly locks which caused him to whimper against her wet heat, the vibrations from his noises going straight to her core, which made her pussy drip with even more slick arousal, which he lapped up like a starved man. Her legs moved from their original position to a crossed legged position around his torso and her soft plush thighs squeezed his head as he continued to eat her out. Obviously she was making noises of pleasure too.

“Fuck- mm- ah, right- *insert loud moan*, -right there, baby!” Her thighs squeezed around his head tightly as she thrusted her hips up and fucked his face, she could feel the knot in her stomach about to snap, “Fuck, fuck, fuck, fuck, fuck!” She almost screamed the windows were fogging up from their body heat and there was rain beginning outside, he looked up at her with his pretty brown doe eyes as he continued to eat her out. Finally she came, into his mouth, and he licked it all up like the good boy he is <33, (man’s lips are made for giving oral to a woman),

“Y’taste so good momma.” He licked his lips which were coated in a thin layer of the product of her orgasm.

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#ethan landry x reader #ethan landry x reader fluff #ethan landry x reader smut #scream 6 #gf! ethan landry x reader #sub!ethan landry #ethan landry smut #ethan landry x reader smut mommy kink #ethan landry x reader mommy kink

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misseviehyde · 5 months

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PANIC GIFT

Cameron had forgotten to buy his housemate Matt a Christmas present for two years on the go and was determined to make it up to him this year with something special... until he forgot again of course.

It was now Christmas Eve and he had nothing to give his housemate, which was particularly embarrassing as Matt had already placed his present under the tree.

Cursing his terrible memory, he prowled through the house looking desperately for something he could wrap up and pass off as a present. He could always try to buy something better in the January sales to make it up Matt.

Seeing an old Christmas Angel decoration on a window ledge, he grabbed it in his panic. It was of a blonde Christmas angel in a white outfit with a fluffy halo. It was cute and Cameron even wondered if Matt had originally bought it. If he was lucky perhaps it had come with the house.

"Damn it - this will have to do, but I wish I had something better to give Matt, something he really wanted."

As he spoke there was a weird tingle and the angel seemed to shimmer in his hand. He passed it off as his tired eyes playing tricks on him.

Cameron threw some wrapping paper around the angel and going downstairs placed it under their Christmas tree. As he did so he heard a mocking voice behind him.

"Wow - so you actually got me something this year! I bet it's not what I really wanted though - but I guess we'll see in the morning. Hey... have you done something weird with your hair! Why is it so long?"

Cameron reached up to his head and gasped. Matt was right - his usually short hair was now thick, long and silky soft. He tugged at his brunette locks in confusion. It almost felt like it was... growing.

He turned to look in the mirror - then all hell broke loose.

Under the tree the Christmas angel blazed and the wrapping Cameron had casually thrown on burned to ashes. In the same instant Cameron gasped. His stomach burned and his skin itched. "Ahhhhh what is happening?"

Cameron's bones snapped and popped as his body contorted and his hips exploded out. His usual sickly pale skin took on a healthy glow and his stubble and body hair retracted to leave his body hairless except for his crotch and his head.

He shrunk, losing height and mass as his muscles reduced to leave him toned but significantly smaller. Cameron's face was a mask of pleasure, his Adam's apple retracting as his angular male features softened and smoothed.

"Ugggghhh ohhhhh wow, I feel so amazing all of a sudden... I'm oooooh transforming and I think I like it!"

Matt watched in stunned disbelief as his best mate moaned and groaned, his body transforming into a sexy girls dressed in slutty lingerie.

Black stockings spread up Cameron's legs and his house slippers became shiny black high heels with the toes cut out. Matt could see through the thin stockings that Cameron had a perfect girly pedicure and a matching set of nails suddenly shot out of his fingers. They looked so hot on his tiny hands, each finger now ended in a glossy expensive nail.

His red t-shirt tightened and shrunk, white piping spreading as it became a sexy santa one piece, and a Christmas garter belt cinched round his waist - black lace leaping up to attach to it.

The one piece plunged, and Matt gasped as he watched his friends chest swell and push out... hard nipples poking through the thin material of his outfit as two perfect titties took their proud place on his now womanly chest.

Matt noticed that there was no bulge at his friends crotch. His genitals were as flat and smooth as any girls now. There was something about the way those hips were cocked that suggested the new girl knew how to use her tight new pussy.

The new slut shook out her sexy brunette hair and stroked her pert perfect breasts adoringly. She was all woman now and subtle adjusments to her face and hair now took place to complete the transformation. Long black lashes fluttered in pleasure as contouring and foundation worked out any blemishes on her face. Soft red lips parted in a teasing pout as her hair took on volume and depth. A sexy santa hat now sat atop that luscious hair, she looked stunning from pedicured toes to immaculate face.

"Ooooh that's better," giggled the transformed girl as she stretched happily with a last little groan and the angels light dimmed to nothing. Matt gaped at the giggily girl now standing in their living room. He could smell her perfume and hear her soft breathing. If this was a dream it was crazily realistic.

"Hiya Matty baby, I'm Carmel... your new fuck-buddy. That idiot Cameron wished to make you happy, so the Christmas Angel has made that dumb boy into me... and if you fuck me tonight I'll become your hot horny girlfriend forever and no one will ever remember Cameron."

Matt gasped as Carmel advanced and draped herself around him. She rubbed her stockinged legs against his legs enticingly and wrapping her arms around his neck pulled his head down to stare into her sexy brown eyes.

"Bu... but what about Cameron?"

"What about that loser? He never pays the rent on time, doesn't buy you presents and totally takes you for granted. Ohhh and he doesn't suck dick like I do baby."

"But... how will I... explain this?"

"I already told you baby. One hard fuck and I get to replace Cameron. I'm Carmel now. I l have my own girly friends, my own super feminine life and even my own job working in a nail-bar. And if you make this happen we won't be housemates anymore. I'll be your slutty girlfriend and you can fuck me whenever you like. I want it so bad baby."

Slowly sliding down Matt's body, Carmel giggled as her hands started to unbuckle his belt and unzip his fly.

"But Cameron is my friend... I..."

"You don't owe that fucking loser anything. He's the one who made this wish. I'm your perfect girl. Naughty, flirty, sexy, fun. You've always wanted a slutty bitch like me. I mean you might have to share me with other guys from time to time, but that must be part of your wish as well baby."

Cameron was already rock hard as his cock popped out into Carmel's slutty hands. She squealed excitedly and sank her mouth round his dick. Looking up at him with excited eyes she began to glug on his dick - effortlessly taking all five inches down her throat and sucking and licking it like a pornstar.

"Holllly fuck," he groaned unable to stop himself sliding his hands into his girlfriends hair and pushing her face deeper onto his cock just as he knew she liked.

Girlfriend?

Knew she liked?

What was happening? She wasn't his girlfriend. Was she?

"Mmmmh oh yessss it's happening babe. I can feel reality starting to change. Lock this wish in forever, you just have to fuck me."

Standing up Carmel pulled down the straps of her one piece and popped her perfect tits out. The nipples were hard and she spat on her tits - her saliva mixed with his precum sliding sexily over her breasts. Rubbing it into her cleavage she got back on her knees and began to pump his tits with her chest.

"Baby, I can make you cum in so many ways if you make me your girl. I'm a fucking nympho - and I know how to make you explode. I just need that dick inside my tight pussy and we can do this everynight. Wouldn't that be nice?"

"Ohhh fuck, you little slut. This feels so good."

"Yeah Daddy, that's it. I'm your slut. I'm your bitch. You wanna make me all yours."

Releasing his cock Carmel crawled backwards to the sofa. She unhooked her stockings and with a *pop* released the clasp on her one piece.

Peeling it back she presented her tight, perfect pussy. It was pink and glistening, a tiny strip of waxed hair just above it. It was like an arrow pointing down saying 'fuck me.'

"Come on honey, stick that big dick in me and make both our Christmas wishes come true," giggled the hot slut as she lay back enticingly on the sofa and spread her perfect legs wide.

Adcancing towards her hungrily, Matt stepped out of his pants and threw his trousers to one side. Pumping his cock to keep it hard, he positioned the tip outside Carmel's pussy.

"Mmmmh, being a raunchy bitch is soooooo much fun. You're gonna love being my boyfriend... hurry up and lets get this show on the road. Put it in me Daddy," she begged.

Matt felt a little bad about making Cameron into Carmel permanently... well until he pushed his dick into her tight pussy that was.

As he slid his cock inside, her felt her perfect pussy grip his cock in a way no girl ever had before. It was like she was tailored to be his perfect fuck-toy. Being inside Carmel felt amazing and as he began to pump her with deep hot strokes she purred contentedly and nodded happily.

"Ahhhhh that's it baby. I'm all yours now Matty and believe me this will make up for those missed presents. Fuck me good and make me cum, I'm your naughty Christmas slut now."

Matt grunted and groaned as he felt Carmel slide her sexy legs around his waist. Her heels rested on his ass, her flexible legs pulling him in deeper to her tight cunt. The pleasure was amazing.

The new couple fucked in front of the Christmas tree, wet slaps and moaning gasps of pleasure filling the air as they banged all night.

Carmel moaned and screamed as Matt pumped load after load of Christmas cream into her body - sealing the wish and making her into his girlfriend forever.

Upstairs, Cameron's room vanished and the new couples bedroom expanded to fill the space. Sexy clothes and outfits now covered one side of the room with a huge double bed in the middle.

Carmel's girly touch extended through the house changing everything to make it... better.

As Matt's hot cum leaked out of her mouth and pussy, Carmel had never been happier. She had finally made her friend happy and she was so slutty and hot it felt wonderful. She loved being his slut.

Carmel was here to stay forever now, but she would never forget her first Christmas with her boyfriend. It was the best sex of her life... but definitely not the last. All thanks to her lovely Christmas Angel.

As she begged Matt to fuck her in the ass next, she was already multi-tasking and wondering which of her friends she should gift the angel to next...

#evie hyde #bitchification #m2f transformation #sluttification #wish #Christmas angel #christmas wish #reality change

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atsadi-shenanigans · 1 month

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You Could Just Ask

Summary:

“You still gonna be a jackass to our friends instead of just asking me to pleasure you?” you say. He swallows. His adam’s apple bobs. “If this is my reward, absolutely.” He can’t see you smile at this angle. He can feel your grip leave his cock to slide your fingers through his hair before you grab. Still slow, still steady, giving him plenty of opportunity to stop you. He don’t. He lets you pull his head back, bare his throat, and only whimpers and shivers against you.

Or: Astarion is terrible about communicating what he wants. But Eleanor is getting good at translating gremlin.

Astarion has been in a fucking mood for two days now. It’s driving you nuts, it’s driving everybody nuts, and by all accounts, it’s driving him nuts. Ain’t nobody can put a finger on it, neither. He’s well fed, y’all went on a murder spree day before yesterday, and he even found a nice, silk jacket to wear around camp.

Man’s got it made.

And decided to be a bitch about it.

You sit at the breakfast fire, needlessly poking at the embers with a stick while he makes snide swipes at Gale’s cooking (which he don’t eat), Karlach’s clutter (she just found a stuffed owlbear to match Clive), and Lae’zel sharpening her weapons (he got a point, there).

Even Wyll stares at the fire, shoulders set in a tense line. Something’s gonna snap if somebody don’t do something.

“It’s not as if you can deal any real damage,” Astarion says to Shadowheart, who tried to get him off Gale’s ass and is now taking the brunt of it. “We all saw how accurate your spells were in the temple.”

She looks all cool and collected. Just lifts one of her eyebrows. But her knuckles are white as her fists tremble. Shadowheart fought off the mother superior of her former, well, it ain’t called a church, here. But she fought the bitch and won and she paid for it.

“That’s it.” You stand

Astarion clocks the movement and turns to face you (stares down his nose at you; or tries to since you two are the same damn height).

“Y’all wanna head out?” you say over your shoulder to the others as they stash their day gear into their packs. “I think we’ll stay here, today.”

“Gladly,” Gale mutters in an outside voice.

“Welcome to it,” Karlach says which means hoo-boy, even she’s getting pissy.

Wyll gives you a blank look, that slowly morphs into a sly “good luck” sort of grin. Turd. Everybody thinks the Blade of Frontiers is so upstanding, much nobility, wow. But Wyll is a sly little shit, is what he is. He just hides it real good until it’s time to strike.

They all shuffle on outta there double quick. Astarion watches them go as he checks his nails for damage that ain’t there.

Then you’re alone—well and truly, Shadowheart and her half-elven hearing—and you turn to your exasperating lover.

“The fuck was all that?” you say.

He just looks at you, all unimpressed. Sniffs. “What was what, dear? You’ll have to be more specific.”

You will not throw your camp slipper at him. He dodges too well, and then you got to go fetch the damn thing before either Scratch of Sweetums gets it and demolishes it (or drops it in the river, bad dog) (but not really bad bad dog, and he got pets later on, anyway).

“You’re being a dick,” you say.

To which he, predictably, rolls his eyes. “As if it’s my fault we’re surrounded by incompetent idiots.”

His gaze flicks down. Just for a second. You almost miss it, but it landed on the top of your tunic. You got yourself a new one of those, too. But only to wear around camp, cause it’s got itself a damn titty window under some satin neck straps. Astarion’s pupils flare wide a second, and then he glares at you as if challenging you to comment.

You been together several times, in several way by now. He usually initiates (you did once). But you got a suspicion.

You step closer. Reach out slow and careful to crook your finger over the top of his trousers, since he tucks his shirt in and all. Then you pull, slow and steady, leave him plenty of time and distance to stop you or pull away.

But his pupils dilate again, and he steps into you. Lets you drag him flush against your front.

“Astarion,” you say. The man actually licks his lips. “Did you get horny and decide to be an asshole to everybody about it?”

A hint of a smile tugs his lips before he buries that under scorn. “Of course not.”

But you’re learning his tells. The way his gaze hovers over your face, darts down to the titty window and the hint of cleavage like a hummingbird. Also the less than subtle grind against you as he says it.

“Were you being a dick to get us alone?” you say.

A pause, this time. His voice wobbles a touch when he says, “No.”

You lean in. Catch the way his face tilts to meet you.

“I think you’re lying,” you say against his lips. “I think you want me alone, and I think you went all bratty so I’d feel ornery about it.”

His inhale stutters. A minute shiver runs through him. “And what would you do if you were, ahem, ‘ornery?’”

It’s mind boggling how much things’ve changed in the months since y’all met. Since the disastrous first days of…this. That you can be here now, with him, talking like this? It’s a minor miracle.

He’s so fully pressed into you you can feel his cock twitch even through the cotton trousers.

“Did you do all this so I’d fuck you?” you say. You cannot keep the smile off your face or outta your voice.

He finally cracks. Closes his eyes and runs his lips over yours. Drawls, “Maybe.”

“Is it the strap?” you say. He’d picked it out and purchased it in the city, and then the nice sex shop man showed you how to put it on and, well, implied how to use it. And clean it (that part was very explicit, detailed instructions.)

The tip of his tongue swipes your upper lip. His hands ghost up your sides.

“Would you?” he says.

He takes charge in the sheets. But he bought that dildo to use on him, and he seemed to enjoy it when you did (he whimpered as you fucked him).

You’re learning what you like in terms of dirty talk (it’s surprisingly graphic). He’s an excellent teacher. So you gird your loins, ignore the heat all the way down your neck, and open your mouth. “You want me to spread you wide on my cock and fuck you all better?”

He sucks in a gasp. “Gods, darling, yes.”

Then his lips crash into yours and you’re both stumbling towards y’all’s shared tent.

The rest on AO3 for very, very rated E reasons.

#feeding alligators fic #these two shitheads #you could just ask #surprise smut #astarion smut #astarion fic #tavstarion smut #man's getting pegged #and edged #Astarion doesn't know how to ask for things #this is everyone's problem #was gonna wait to post #had a Monday #said fuckit let's go #astarion #astarion x tav #astarion bg3

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