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lilithland · 2 months

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imagine you’re running late, trying to move some laundry, because of course as the inferior sex, you do the cooking and the cleaning

you’re almost done moving your clothes when you see your favorite sock stuck in the back of the machine, you try to stick your arm as far into the machine as possible but you still can’t reach the sock

you maneuver your body until your head and both arms are in the machine, you successfully grab your sock but when you go to pull your body out of the machine you find you are stuck

you wiggle and squirm but can’t seem to get out of the washing machine

your partner was supposed to pick you up for a date later (you had left them a little note hoping to suprise them when they got home) so you knew eventually someone would come to your rescue

20 minutes later you’re scared shitless when you hear a loud knock at your door, it can’t possibly be your partner because they have a key and it’s way too early for them to be back

you start to panic a little but try to ration that a burglar wouldn’t try to knock first before entering, you hear the loud knock again followed by your door opening

“maintenance”

you don’t know if you should holler for help or pray to god that they don’t enter your laundry room, you’re beyond humiliated at your predicament

luck was not on your side, you hear heavy footsteps approach you, you hear a low whistle behind you

“and what do we have here?” rumbles a deep voice

you swallow your pride, “hi, um, sorry about this, wo-would you be able to help me … please?”

large hands grab your hips, you naively think you’re about to be set free

when instead of attempting to pull you out of the machine, one hand retracts and lands a hard smack on your ass

you scream in pain and jolt a little in the machine

“what the hell is wrong with you?!” you scream trying harder to wiggle your way out

“well sweetheart, when i enter a house and find a note that says i can’t wait for all the dirty things you want to do to me and then find a hot babe with an incredible ass on display, i have to oblige and give them the fucking of a lifetime”

you still at his words, he had found the note you left for your partner, he thinks you set up this elaborate plan to have wild sex with a stranger

“no you don’t understand that was meant for my partner i am seriously stuck please help me get out” you start pleading and begging

“sure, and i’m sure you’re gonna keep screaming no and for me to stop, even while your cunt squeezes and cums on my hard cock over and over again, is that the game we’re gonna play tonight sweetheart?”

you really start to thrash inside the machine, it doesn’t matter what you say, this stranger is about to r4pe your tiny holes

he shushes you as he continues to grope your ass with his giant hands

he flips the skirt you had been wearing up over your ass, giving him a perfect view of your thong

your boobs hadn’t quite made it into the machine, he yanks your tank top down freeing your titties, smushing them against the cold machine

the cold instantly makes your nipples hard and you can’t help the moan that escapes your lips

“oh is someone finally getting excited?”

the strangers rough hands pinch your nipples as you start back up your protests of no’s

he gives your titties a rough smack and you scream and jolt in the machine again

he alternates between painful pinching and rough slapping, you start crying with how rough he’s being

“doesn’t matter how much you protest princess, i know you’ll be soaked when i go check on your princess parts again”

you refuse to believe him, but when his hands stop abusing your tits and go to remove your thong, you can feel the sticky trail being pulled from you

you feel his rough fingers collecting the juices at your enterance, the embarrassment of it all makes you leak around his hand even more

he wipes your girl juice along your thighs and all over your ass, the more his fingers just barely touch your cunnie to collect more, the more you drip for him

you hate how your body is betraying you

he removes his fingers and you hear some shuffling, you emotionally try to prepare yourself to be thrusted in to

you weren’t expecting to feel a wet tongue

you werent expecting to feel a wet tongue eating out your ass

you try to squirm but in the process accidentally push back more onto his tongue

his big hands deliver a hard smack to your thighs before pinning them down and holding them in place

“i can also go in dry baby doll”

you totally still at the implication he’s going to fuck your ass

you whimper and cry more

he removes one hand from your thigh and starts to play with your inferiority hole while he continues to eat out your asshole, he alternates between rubbing your nub, a little too hard, and roughly fingering your fuck hole

you don’t know how but his rough administrations make you have cummies

you clench the fingers inside you tightly as he continues to fuck you through your orgasm

before he stands he spits a glob of saliva right on top of your asshole

seconds later he’s rubbing his hard cock up and down your slit, collecting all of your girl juices as you continue to leak

without warning he starts to slowly and painfully shove his dick into you

each inch is excruciatingly painful and his dick seems to go on forever and ever

by the time he bottoms out you think you might pass out, there has to be at least eight inches of dick in your freshly r4ped asshole

he stills for a moment and decides to abuse your body some more while you adjust to his length

he smacks your ass and your titties, runs your overstimulated clit too hard and too fast

when he’s done playing with your body he grips your hips painfully and begins to piston in and out of your ass

he sets a brutal pace from the start, roughly fucking you against the washing machine

your abused and sensitive tits sway with each thrust, causing them to smack against the machine over and over again

you lose track of time, only knowing the sensation of your asshole being abused

without warning you hear a guttural grunt and feel a warmth deep in your gut

the maintenance man pulls out with a plop

“don’t worry baby, i’ll make sure to get a video of your gaping asshole leaking my hot sperm into your delicious cunt”

you’re horrified at every aspect of what he just said, your stomach churning at that the thought of such a video getting uploaded to the internet

as he said, you can feel the cum leaking out of your open asshole, slowly dripping towards your inferiority hole

as the sperm starts to pool, his fingers are on you again

or rather in you, his fingers easily slide into your gaping asshole, collecting his own jizz

to your continued horror he then shoves his fingers deep into your cunt, fucking his cum into the proper fuck hole

you aren’t on any birth control

his fingers move in and out of you slowly, you’re humiliatingly wet so he has no problem getting a few in you

“should i cum in your pussy next or try to get my fist in your ass?”

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neuvistar · 1 year

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JUST FOR TONIGHT.

— featuring ┊ dan heng x fem!reader

— warnings / content warnings ┊SPOILERS FOR HONKAI STAR RAIL. (?) dan heng’s dragon form bruh, hear me out on this one, oral sex (f!receiving), squirting, you grab dan heng’s horns as he eats u out like a mad man, um um um pussydrunk!dan heng me thinks, oh my days dan heng’s dragon form omyomymomygodsh, use of nicknames, overall suggestive content || 18+ MINORS DO NOT INTERACT

— a/n. bro god has not been on my side lately i’m not getting anything done I’m so sorry i have a life out of tumblr n sometimes i just poof, so i’m sorry but anyways i reached lvl 40 on hsr i need to touch grass me thinks also this is kidna short but i have an excuse i stopped n kept writing n stopped n kept writing n then rushed it n got lazy wooohoooo (oops)

✦ 𝐃𝐀𝐍 𝐇𝐄𝐍𝐆

“y—you want me to what?”

honestly, you should feel guilty for asking dan heng something so absurd, but it was worth it. i mean, how can he decline when he’s faced with a smiley you, all pretty and dolled up, eager for him to please you, and most importantly eager for him to absolutely ruin you. he was kneeling infront of you, those sweet pretty eyes of his gazing straight into yours, blazing with hunger. he leans forward as he slowly began to plant small yet gentle kisses on your thigh, the shy yet lustful look remains on his face. it’s clear that he's enjoying this.. far too much.

“..are you sure you want this?” he mutters in a soft, raspy voice as he stares at her exposed form, his dark eyes are practically burning with the desire he feels towards her as he grew impatient, wanting to taste you right here and now.

you nodded, reaching down to caress his soft dark locks as he melted in your touch, as red spread across his cheeks. “relax, of course i want this, i’m all yours anyway. why do you think i asked you in the first place?”

“i just don’t want to be rough with you. i don’t want to go too far or anything.”

you pause for a moment, the desire in your eyes growing as you smirk at him, slightly tugging on his locks as you gazed down at him lovingly, “what if i want you to be rough with me?” his dark eyes burn brighter, the fires of lust and hunger engulfing the man's soul as he sees how much you want him, craving him, how much you need him, god.. it only drives him crazy.

“fuck.. you’re getting me all riled up, angel.” dan heng bit his lip as you feel his fingers hook into the hem of your panties, slowly dragging them down before suddenly ripping them apart with his bare hands, letting you feel the cold air on your soaking cunt. “hope you can take everything i give you, baby. you’re a strong girl, aren’t you? you should be able to.”

he spread your legs as he held them down, feeling the wetness of his tongue on your slit. he was just getting started, yet sinful sounds came out of your mouth already. you could feel the softness of dan heng’s skin as it rubs against your own, shoving his tongue inside your hole. not a even a few minutes in and he was already slurping up your juices like it was his last meal. you were absolutely stunning in his point of view, he couldn’t get enough of how hot you looked, how hot you looked with the hem of your shirt in your mouth as an attempt to put a stop to the lead sounds you let out, cock throbbing in his pants at the sight. dan heng’s hands slide between your thighs pushing your legs wider apart, feeling your body shiver as his palms brush over your warm skin, a whimper of pleasure slipping past your lips. he was lapping at your juices like it was no tomorrow, rubbing his thumb on your bud at a harsh pace as he works wonders on your cunt, eating you out like some mad man, he wasn’t ashamed one bit. he wanted to ruin you, he wanted you to remember how good his tongue felt, how skilled he really is.

“danheng.. shit..”you reach down, running your fingers through his hair as your hands slowly run up towards his horns, back arching at how well he was eating you out as his tongue swirled around your bud, sucking and nibbling on it. you whined as you held onto his horns for support, feeling him grunt against you as low vibrations rumbled through your skin. he couldn’t take it, he couldn’t hold himself back. he interlocked his arms with your thighs, digging his face into your pussy even more, desperate and hungry for more.

“s—shit.. sweetheart. ‘keep doin’ that.”

he slid two fingers inside your cunt, a warm thickness that was almost enough to make you cum on the spot, overwhelming you with pleasure. he savoured your taste, he wanted more of it. he wanted more of you and your taste as he circled his tongue around your clit, fingers pumping in and out as they slid in and out of you, the lewd sounds of squelching filling the whole room as he crooks them perfectly, plunging them in your deepest areas as wetness began to coat around his fingers, indicating that your orgasm was close.

“d—danheng..”you tightened your grip around his horns, making him moan against your folds as you threw your head back. the feeling of your fingers shaking around his horns drove him to the edge, as if it made something within him snap in a millisecond.. he just love how soft your hands felt around his horns, groaning at the way his cock throbbed when you did so, palming himself gently through his pants. he looked up at you as he saw the way your head was thrown back, the way your legs spread even more as if it was asking him to eat you out even more, cheeks flushed and eyes rolling back to the back of your head, you couldn’t take it anymore. “dan heng.. c-can’t anymore— ‘m gonna cum, please!”

you tried pushing him off of you, which only lead him to tighten his grip around your thighs, pressing himself closer against your cunt as the flicking of his tongue never stopped one bit, he wanted more, way more, more than he was given. he wanted so much more of you, eating you out once wasn’t enough, he wanted to savour in your taste, he just couldn’t.. couldn’t get enough of you. dan heng wasn’t usually this hungry for you, but tonight was a whole different story.

“‘m gonna cum! gonna cum..!” you buck your hips against him, it’s happening once again, that feeling in your stomach. your aching pussy spasmed around his tongue, tightening around him so well so he could savour every single ridge of your insides gazing up at you as you cried out, reaching your orgasm as you squirted all over his face, panting heavily as the blush on your face reddened completely. dan heng pulled away from you, sliding his fingers out of you as well before licking his lips, wiping his cheek with a slight smirk. both of your thighs shook viciously, wetting the bedsheets underneath making a mess.

“look at the mess you made, baby.” he chuckled before leaning down once more, bringing his tongue down to lick your dripping slit once more. “it would be a such shame if you made even more of a mess, wouldn’t it?”

oh yeah, he wasn’t done with you. he wanted more alright.

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xiaoxo · 13 days

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₊˚·७ SLUMBER PARTY

featuring — kafka, himeko, jingliu, y/n

summary — a sleepover turns into something more.

warnings — kafka, himeko, & jingliu x fem!reader, wlw relationships, wlw smut, self indulgent, use of sex toys, fluff (lots of it), non-established relationships in all, dancing together in jingliu’s, stellaron hunter!reader in kafka’s, hsr spoilers, astral express!reader in himeko’s, reader works for jing yuan in jingliu’s, reader is a vidyadhara in jingliu’s, pet names used in all, slight corruption kink in kafka’s (reader is a virgin), reader’s a bit shy in kafka’s, reader has insomnia in himeko’s, boob lover!reader in himeko’s

messages from the stars — i ♡︎ women, they can do no wrong, i worship the ground they walk on. err also im not the best at writing wlw smut but i tried my best :’) , also just a heads up, anyone can interact with this, just don’t be creepy and don’t erase wlw rep ! went a lil wild on kafka’s lmao

𝐊𝐀𝐅𝐊𝐀

after arriving at the luofu, you and kafka headed to your room. there weren’t that many rooms so you and her needed to share. you didn’t mind though. maybe the ongoing sexual tension would finally be cut tonight.

you and kafka were close, that didn’t mean you fully trusted each other though. but, there was something romantic between you two—the longing gazes, the giggling to each other, the flustering and teasing. everyone could see it. blade was tired of it and silver wolf just wanted you two to get together already.

“looks like it’ll be the two of us, huh? wanna have some fun?” she smirked, her voice smooth and seductive. you gulped, watching her approach the bed you were laying on. she crawled onto the bed and straddled you.

“finally, i have you all to myself,” she sighed softly, running her fingers up and down your waist. lifting your shirt up, she immediately tossed it on the floor and made out with you.

“mmph!” you moaned, feeling her palm your bare breast. she swirled her tongue in your mouth, lapping it on top of your tongue. pulling away, a string a saliva connected both your lips together. the magenta haired woman smirked to herself, beginning to take off her coat.

you both undressed and made out with each other. she pressed you against the bed and told you to wait a moment. she got off the bed and got a few things out of her bag—sex toys.

“i’ve been meaning to use these on you, hope you enjoy,” she told you, walking towards the bed again. she placed the strap-on and double-ended dildo on the foot of the bed and crawled towards you with a vibrator in her hand.

“spread your legs, darling,” she purred, sliding her hand between your thighs. you spread them eagerly and watched as she turned the vibrator on. pressing it against your clit, you squirmed and whimpered. she chuckled at your sensitive body. she couldn’t wait to ruin you.

“kafka, i’m a—” “i know, dear. i’ll take it slow, just let me know if it’s too much and i’ll stop, okay?” she said tenderly, a kind look in her eyes. you nodded and she watched as your arousal began to drip from your pussy.

“you’re so wet already,” she tsked, but was proud on the inside. “can’t help it, you make me feel so good,” you said shakily, body trembling from the pleasure. kafka inserted a gloved finger into your pussy, feeling the wetness soak her glove.

she pumped her finger in and out of you before slowly adding another. pleasure bubbled in your chest as you felt your orgasm approaching. “kafka, i’m close!” you whimpered.

“good, that’s a good girl. go ahead and cum for me,” she praised, leaning down to swirl her tongue around your nipple. she had such a skilled tongue, making you wonder if she’s done this before. or she could just really be wanting to make you feel good.

you came all over her fingers and she brought her hand to her mouth, sucking the juices up. “you taste delicious, i need to have a proper taste,” she told you, leaning down slowly while making eye contact with you. she hovered in front of your dripping heat as you bit your lip in anticipation.

she began licking and swirling her tongue all over your pussy, practically devouring it. “kafka, kafka!” you moaned her name like a matra, as if it was the only thing you could utter out in your fucked-out state.

her chuckle vibrated against your clit, making you let out a deep moan. “you’re making me so wet, keep moaning for me, will ya, doll?” she cooed, moaning softly as she continued to eat you out.

“make the whole hotel hear, won’t ya, baby?” she chuckled, smirking devilishly up at you. “n—no, don’t wanna get caught,” you stammered shyly. “aww, it’s okay love, it’ll just make sure everyone will know you’re mine.”

“all yours, kafka, all yours!” you babbled out, drunk on the way she ate you out. “that’s my girl,” she whispered, blowing against your clit. “o—oh!” you gasped at the new feeling. she began slurping up your juices and shoved two fingers in your hole.

“cu—cumming!” you shouted in a moan, creaming all over kafka’s face. she didn’t bother wiping it off as she leaned up and kissed you. while she kissed you, she grabbed the strap-on at the end of the bed.

placing it around her waist, she teased the tip against your tight virgin hole. she couldn’t wait to fill you up with her fake cock. she wanted to see your face contort in pleasure as your eyes roll back into your head. she wanted to ruin you, turn you into a lustful slut for her and only her.

she slowly thrusted in, allowing you to adjust to the length of the strap-on. you panted heavily, slowly getting used to the penetration. you gave her a nod and she slid in a little more, waiting for your confirmation.

“kafka, please fill me up, i need it now, i can take it,” you told her, pleading. she chuckled to herself, stroking your cheek. “is my baby ready to take my cock like a good girl? okay, here we go.”

with that, kafka thrusted all the way in, earning a loud stifled moan from you. she paused before you urged her to keep going. she rammed the strap-on into you, hitting the deepest parts of your womb.

“you look perfect like this, fuck darling,” she panted, breasts bouncing with each thrust she pounded into you. “you look so angelic, kafka. never thought i’d get to see you like this,” you murmured bashfully.

“you flatter me, y/n. heh, i dreamed of the day of seeing you like this. do you know how many days you’ve gotten me so heated i needed to take a step away to relieve myself?” she asked, chuckling. ramming her fake cock into you, you babbled and moaned how much you liked her and were enjoying yourself.

“fuckk, i like it when you’re needy like this—loud, too. make the entire hotel hear how good kafka’s making you feel, hm? that’s an order, darling~” she chimed, sensing you getting tighter around the false cock.

“you close, baby?” “mhm,” you moaned out, letting your head fall back. you kept your eyes on kafka and scanned down her body. you reached your hand up to cup her breast, squeezing it weakly.

you came with a loud moan erupting from your mouth, coating the strap-on with your cum. kafka pulled out, seeing the strap-on drenched in your liquids. “do i really make you this horny, dear?” she teased.

“yes kafka, you make me so wet,” you replied, not even caring about the embarrassment you would receive later when recalling your words to her. she hummed and grabbed the vibrator again.

spreading your legs, she straddled you and angled her pussy to line up with yours. pressing her pussy against yours, she held the vibrator against both of your clits as she began grinding on you.

the room reeked of sex with moans bouncing off the walls and possibly echoing into the hallway and other hotel rooms. she smiled down at you and you swore you’ve never seen anyone so beautiful, the way sweat stuck strands of her magenta hair to her forehead, the dazed look in her eyes, her perfect pink pussy grinding against yours. you felt yourself cumming again.

“did you cum already?” she asked, feeling your slick against her pussy. “y—yes,” you admitted shyly. “aeons, you’re perfect. just let me cum too, okay? you can handle a little bit more, can’t you?” you paused before nodding.

“that’s a good girl.”

𝐇𝐈𝐌𝐄𝐊𝐎

everyone was asleep on the astral express except you. damned insomnia was keeping you awake. you wanted to sleep, you really did. but, your body didn’t allow you to. huffing to yourself, you laid in bed, debating what to do.

you wondered if you could visit himeko, perhaps she was awake. it was worth a shot. she did say come to her at any time if you needed anything. and right now you needed something.

tugging the covers off your bed, you headed towards the door and exited your room. quietly, you began tip-toeing to himeko’s room. knocking gently twice, you heard a faint ‘come in’ on the other side of the door.

opening the door, you stepped into himeko’s room. “y/n, is something wrong?” she asked in a concerned tone. “i can’t sleep,” you briefly explained. “come here,” she said, pulling the covers away from the free space of the bed for you to lay down beside her.

“how come you can’t sleep? are you nervous about something?” she asked, hoping she could help get to the bottom of why you couldn’t sleep. “i have insomnia,” you told her, inching closer.

“oh, i see,” she said, nodding and understanding. “how’d you develop insomnia?” “it’s…part of my past,” you explained. much like dan heng, you kept your past a secret, mainly to not burden any of the astral express crew with your problems. you didn’t need pity, you told yourself.

she nodded, not prying further. “you can come closer, y’know?” himeko chuckled, causing you to inch even closer to her. the redhead giggled, leaning close to your face.

tilting her head, her eyes glided across your lips, wondering what they could possibly taste like? aeons, why did you have to be so stunning? it wasn’t fair. himeko was so close to making a move, she was so close to her face. she wanted you to just—

you locked lips with her, cupping her face tenderly. you’d never kissed anyone before, so it was a little sloppy but you soon got the hang of it, kissing her with utmost love and devotion.

straddling her lap, her hands met your waist, grinding you against her. even with her moans being muffled against your lips, she still sounded as angelic as ever. “wanna hear you moan for me, himeko. you sound perfect as always,” you told her.

“then go ahead and make me moan. i’m excited to see what you have in store for me,” she said, smirking.

you began by undressing the both of you, leaving you completely bare. “my, your body is beautiful. i can’t believe it’s all mine for tonight,” she complimented honestly, smiling brightly. “th—thank you, himeko.”

“i love the way you say my name, i could hear it all the time and never get tired of it,” she admitted to you, smirking and spreading her legs. for a few seconds, you just stared at her pussy that was awaiting for you to pleasure it.

leaning down, you began licking, sucking, slurping, and swirling your tongue around himeko’s pussy. she tried keeping her moans quiet but the pleasure was pure bliss.

“ah! you feel so good, more y/n more,” she whispered out. she was doing a surprisingly good job at keeping quiet, as if she’s trained for this situation. “aeons, how many nights has it been that i’ve masturbated to the thought of you.” that explains how she’s so good at it, you thought.

you continued to lick and eat her out, holding her twitching thighs down to keep her legs spread. “keep ‘em open for me, okay baby?” you purred, kitten-licking her pussy. she nodded, keeping her legs as wide as she could for you.

“such a good girl.” you began using the pads of your fingers to rub her clit as you stuck your tongue into her hole. feeling her gummy walls clench around your soft and wet tongue made your eyes roll into the back of your head.

reaching between your legs with your other hand, you began rubbing yourself, humming in pleasure and relief. “do you get off to you eating me out?” “can’t help it, you’re too perfect,” you muttered, continuing your movements.

“ah, y/n i’m close, dear.” “cum baby, cum for me.” she came on your tongue as you lapped the liquids up. you licked the sides of your mouth before leaning in and kissing her again.

“you did so well, miss himeko,” you teased, smiling at her. “thank you, miss y/n,” she responded back, a light shade of red dusting over her cheeks. her face felt hot from being flustered and orgasming, beads of sweat dripped down her collarbone, making parts of it shine.

“just let me, please,” you pleaded in a rushed tone, lowering your head and sucking and biting her breasts. you left marks throughout the valley of her breasts and swirled your tongue around the nipples.

your dream of being smushed between himeko’s breasts had come true, so now you were going to indulge yourself.

himeko felt the knot of pleasure form in her stomach again. she cried out as you continued fondling and sucking on her breasts. she let out a few high-pitched moans as she came for the second time.

“did i make you cum just by playing with your tits?” you asked, hardly believing it. “yes, you did,” she responded. “i didn’t know i had this kinda effect on you,” you mentioned, teasing her nipples with your fingers.

“good to know,” you muttered, smirking to yourself. “do you have a vibrator, dildo, any sex toys, dear?” you asked calmly. himeko nodded and pulled a purple vibrator out of her nightstand drawer.

“perfect,” you told her, taking the sex toy in your hands. it was the same one you had, so you knew the settings and such. “what’s the mode you usually use?” you asked, not wanting to drive her overboard.

“medium,” she replied, “thank you for asking.” “of course, this is an experience of pleasure, i don’t want to overwhelm you,” you chuckled, turning on the vibrator to the medium setting.

bringing the sex toy down to her heat, you rubbed the vibrator against her clit, causing her to whimper and squirm. “you really know how to—ahh!—hit my weak points,” she told you, moaning between her sentence.

“so good for me,” you cooed, running it down her pussy and inserting it in her hole. she leaned forward, twitching in pleasure. what a sight to see. she looked as angelic as ever—face scrunched up in pleasure, her breasts covered in your marks, and the lust and love in her eyes. the look in her eyes made you feel safe and secure.

pulling the vibrator out, you began getting into a scissoring position, grinding against her puffy clit slowly. she let out light whimpers and moans. you kept the vibrator against both your clits.

crying out, you both came simultaneously. catching your breaths and leaning your foreheads against each other, you felt her breath fan against your face. he breath smelled great, you almost got lost in the smell.

“hey so..” you leaned beside her again. “you don’t have to be mine for tonight, you can be mine as long as you’d like,” you admitted bashfully. “really?” she inquired, raising a brow. “mhm,” you hummed and nodded in response.

“i don’t mind that,” she finally said, smiling at you brightly. “i don’t either,” you replied, kissing her again before cuddling and finally falling asleep in her arms.

𝐉𝐈𝐍𝐆𝐋𝐈𝐔

“so you’re now jing yuan’s assistant? you were an esteemed fighter, y/n. how come you took up the job as an assistant?” jingliu asked. you sighed. it wasn’t like you wanted to be an assistant. the pay was good and it meant you could still be close to your best friend, jing yuan.

years ago, it was you, jing yuan, baiheng, dan feng, yingxing, and jingliu. the group thought you and jing yuan would make a good couple but you both assured you two were just close friends. and it was true. he helped you during a time when you needed it. you didn’t feel necessarily indebted to him but you wanted to stick close to someone you care about deeply and platonically.

in reality, you liked jingliu. jing yuan would give you points on how to talk to her and tried to get the two of you together. it never came to pass though.

but now, jingliu has returned and she invited you to stay the night with her. wanting to catch up with someone you liked much more than a friend, you accepted.

now, you sat in jingliu’s hotel, sipping your tea and conversing and catching up with her.

“and imbibitor lunae? how has he been?” she asked, sipping her tea. “dan heng’s been okay, i hope, haven’t really talked to him since everything happened.” she nodded, not wanting to press the subject further since she could tell you didn’t have too much information on the matter. jing yuan told you snippets of it, but not enough to relay the full story to jingliu.

“let’s dance,” she suddenly said, standing up. she went over to the record player and played a slow song. you stood up and approached her, taking her hands in yours. trying to make sure your hands didn’t shake, you clasped her hands and began swaying to the beat.

“it’s been so long since we’ve danced like this, y/n,” she said, spinning you around. turning back around, your chest made impact with hers. but she didn’t pull away. “yes, i’ve missed it,” you said, but all you could think about was kissing her.

“me too,” she droned on, continuing to sway to the beat. this time, you spun her around. making her way back to face you, she leaned her face very close to yours. your noses almost touched.

“jingliu,” you breathed, flustered by how close the woman you love was. “i want you to kiss me, my dear y/n,” she pleaded, breathing out. “k—kiss you?” you stammered, cheeks burning.

“if you’d like.” slowly, you leaned in and pressed your lips against hers. her lips were soft but moist, not dry. they were so addictive, you couldn’t get enough of her lips. you began wondering what other parts of jingliu would be addictive, causing arousal to pool in your panties.

she guided you to the bed which she took a seat on. you hesitantly straddled her lap and her hands immediately went to hold you in place, making sure you weren’t leaving under any circumstances.

you kept kissing her. you kissed her until both your lips were sore and you needed a breather. but, you both didn’t want to stop kissing, and you also wanted more.

beginning to strip out of her dress, you decided to do the same and undo your clothes as well, tossing them on the floor. now completely nude, you had a better advantage of intertwining each others bodies within each other, the chance to be as close as possible pretty much.

jingliu allowed you to lay back against the pillows, spreading your legs. the slightest of touches made your cheeks heat up and your stomach feel all fuzzy. her fingers merely skimmed across your thigh and you shivered underneath her.

“are you alright, darling?” she asked, taking in even the slightest movements from you. “ ‘m fine, you can keep going,” you reassured, nodding. she gave a single nod and got into a scissoring position.

grinding her pussy against yours, her breasts bounced as she moaned out in ecstasy. “i’m so happy i get to be doing this with you. you’re the only one i’ve wanted to be intimate with, y/n.” your eyes widened at her confession. jingliu was saving herself…for you? it seemed near impossible that the woman you were in love with loved you back.

“me—me too! wanna be with you forever and ever,” you admitted, moaning out in bliss. “ah! ah! that’s perfect, darling. i’m yours and you are mine,” she moaned out, cupping your breasts. your hand reached down to rub her clit, earning a mewl come from her pretty lips.

“yours forever!” she moaned loudly as she came, leaning her head back. she gripped onto your breasts to stabilize herself, rolling her thumb over your nipple. “c’mere,” you cooed, holding your arms out.

she obliged and laid in your arms, feeling euphoric bliss.

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demontonic · 11 months

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Ethan Landry - Perverted

There will be undoubtedly a part 2 since i realized this was hitting 2000 words and i wasnt about to make you guys wait another three days till i put out the smut so take this background as a starter so i can finish the rest! Also let me know if you want to be on my taglist for part 2

Word Count: 2274

TW: Blood, Knives

Ethan had always been quiet around you, unless you were with the others but even then there was very little interaction. At first you thought he didn’t like you, then you thought maybe I’m too loud for him- but that couldn’t be it. If that were true he wouldn’t like Chad, and he was worse than you. Countless possibilities rushed through your mind every time you saw him and it slowly tumbled into a sick infatuation. You started to take note of who he talked to, especially if it was another girl. Watching even the smallest of mannerisms and remembering what his body language meant. At some point you decided to ask for his social media from Chad, of course he teased you about it immediately making sense of why he caught you staring at the nerd. After that Mindy found out and of course told Tara who told Sam and Quinn, nothing could stay a secret for too long in this dysfunctional family.

The gang decided to help your seemingly innocent crush on the curly haired brunette, however they had no idea what you really thought about him. You had always been one to get too involved with the people you had liked. Sure it was a long running joke that girls had the skills of FBI agents, but combine that with no social life… it’s almost concerning. You had always gotten weird vibes around him, call it intuition but you had never imagined your feelings to be remotely correct. One night you were out late, making a short walk back from the small market on the corner of your street. You decided since the gang went out -and you had zero social battery left- you would simply drink by yourself tonight. You stuffed the plastic bag filled with a few medium sized bottles of vodka and some cheap berry blend juice into the small backpack you had. Going to the small pizza restaurant and picking up the pizza you ordered for when you inevitably got the munchies. It was a short walk back to the apartment, maybe 15-20 minutes at most. Besides, you had done this many times before but what you were about to encounter would change the course of the next month.

Most of the surrounding apartments housed students from Blackmore University, it was afterall a close walk to the college. If your music hadn’t lagged when it did you would’ve missed the noise coming from the dark alley. What a cliche. You and Mindy were horror fanatics and after Woodsboro you knew better than to go into the pitch black void filled with shuffling noises. The cool air that racked against your exposed arms only added to the adrenaline that began to pump through your veins as you finally came to the realization that you had been standing and staring into the alleyway for a minute now. The small pizza box now being set on the top of a dumpster as you paused the music blasting in your eardrums, placing the small earbuds in their case so that you were now fully aware of your surroundings.

You pulled out the butterfly knife you had trained yourself to be moderately skilled with in times like these. The purple handle being grasped tightly in your fist as you crept slowly towards the sound you had yet to find the source of. There was a corner about mid way through, a small light illuminating that portion as you peaked your head around the corner. At first it took your eyes a second to adjust to the sudden change but once you did you realized that the boy you had been truthfully stalking was more than met the eye. He was crouched next to a dumpster, his surprisingly toned torso lightly splatter with specs of blood. Black jeans and doc martens being the only thing on him besides a black wrist watch. However upon squinting you see a blade entirely covered in blood, the crimson liquid falling into a small puddle between his legs. A Ghostface mask hung on the edge of the dumpster, the usually white face having the same crimson adorning it only in the shape of a handprint. You wanted to believe that maybe it was a costume, but you knew he would never do that with the people he associated with. You watched, frozen, as he wiped the blade on his thigh to rid it of blood before shoving it into a backpack. He pulled out a blue polo shirt, slipping it on as he shoved -what you could only assume was the rest of the Ghost face robe- in before placing the mask on top and zipping it closed.

You took a few steps back, going to hide yourself behind the few trash bags that were leaned against the walls next to you. It was too dark for him to notice you, wearing mostly black you blended in with the shadows. He turned the corner, walking out the way you had entered only he paused. Ethan didn’t turn around to face you, not his body or even a slight turn of his head. You held your breath, your heart pounding in your chest, you felt like he could hear it.

“Stalking someone you don’t even talk to isn’t a good look,” his voice sounded like he was smiling, it held pride and darkness. Your eyes widened as you readied your knife, preparing yourself for the worst case possible. He took a few steps back, stopping right in front of you as he dropped his backpack. A hand grabbed at the wrist that held the small blade, pulling you to your feet as he stared at you with empty eyes.

“Being covered in blood isn’t exactly a good image either,” you scowled as he only looked at you with a smug expression plastered on his annoyingly perfect face. “You’ve had plenty of time to try and gouge my eyes out, kick, scream, grab your knife with your free hand and yet you stare at me- now that’s a bad look Y/N.” Ethan was right, you swallowed the lump in your throat as you snatched your hand from his grip, slicing his palm open in the process. He hissed lowly as he retracted his arm, assessing the wound before licking it. Your mouth gaped open as you stared at the seemingly psychotic man in front of you. “Did you know your saliva can help the healing process for wounds? I’m sure you’re thinking I did that for show but there's a reason behind everything I do. I’m surprised you didn’t find me out sooner, considering you never stop following me, watching me.”

“Yeah well that was before I knew you were a killer, so take that with a grain of salt-“

“So you think it’s justified? Stalking an innocent college boy- or nerd as you love to call me.”

“Innocent isn’t exactly how I’d describe you, but if it helps you sleep at night,” what are you thinking? He’s a serial killer, a COPYCAT of someone who almost killed you. Your conscience was bellowing inside of your head, however here you stood face to face with the guy you’d been drooling over since the start of the year, with full knowledge of his true agenda. “What helps me sleep at night is knowing that someone as sick and perverted as you can be so stupid as to stay here and chit chat with someone who’s quite literally trying to kill your friends.” You scoffed… you scoffed “Real smart revealing your entire plan-“

“How desperate are you? How insane are you to stand here and hold a conversation with me? Or am I just that hot-“

“Shut the fuck up you are so full of yourself I’m surprised you’ve gotten this far-“ Sirens. Police had begun to pull up to the apartment buildings, your heart beat picking up as this scene looked very sketchy. You talking with the killer calmly in the alleyway outside of a crime scene wouldn’t hold up well in court. Ethan groaned as he took off running the opposite side of the alleyway opting out on a long way home rather than the route you were taking. Without even processing what was happening you emerged from the alley, grabbing the pizza box and walking home. You wish you could say it was peaceful but your thoughts were consumed by the interaction… and the rush it gave you.

The next morning

It was a weekend, you woke up around noon, the pizza box being thrown to the floor and your bottles tucked away in the crevice between your bed and nightstand. Your head spun lightly, a slight headache setting in but nothing you couldn’t handle, you were practically a pro at handling hangovers. At first you ran through your morning routine like normal, mind fuzzy and not fully recalling the events from last night. That was until you walked back into your room realizing there was a small gift bag on your nightstand. The gift was black and covered with white ghosts, tied with a red ribbon. “What the fuck,” you muttered under your breath before opening it. The contents poured on to your stand, your knife accompanied by a small piece of paper fell out. You stopped breathing for a moment as reality crashed down on you; he was in your room while you were sleeping. You opened the small note, reading the neat writing in red ink.

you’re stupid enough not to notice that I took your knife? and that was before you were shit faced, you were out pretty cold, you almost looked cute.

p.s. thanks for the free pizza❤️

For a second you let yourself forget everything you just read, reverting back to your sick infatuation with the seemingly quiet nerdy boy. He called me cute. You knew you were twisted when your heart fluttered while reading the note like it was some stupid middle school crush. He called me stupid and broke into my apartment. You crumbled the note up, going to throw it away but you hesitated, why are you second guessing this? You didn’t know, but you flattened it out, folded it, and placed it back into the bag and left it in your nightstand. As for your knife you placed it back into your bag before getting dressed to hang out with your friends, unfortunately they still think you’re head over heels for Ethan. As you emerged from what they referred to as ‘your cave’ Tara and Quinn greeted you.

“Seems like you had fun last night, did you have any company over this time?” Quinn interrogated before sitting down on the white sofa. “You know I never-“

“We heard someone in your room last night, did you finally make progress with Ethan?” Tara, surprisingly not fumbling her words, questioned as she shook you by the shoulders enthusiastically.

“Oh come on guys you don’t seriously think… you heard someone in my room and didn’t say anything?” It finally dawned on you that they heard him, while you were passed out and thought you were fucking, great.

“What if it was ghostface? I could be dead right now!” Tara folded her arms, her mood noticeably more dull, “Did something happen that we should know about? Did you get a call?” Again, you froze, standing there with your mouth gaped open as you looked into the eyes of someone you considered family.

“No I just- come on you guys know I’d never have someone with me. I was probably just drunk and stumbling around my room looking for something.” You rambled before walking into the kitchen to grab a bottle of water, still questioning why you hadn’t told her. Yes you had a small obsession with the boy, but it was much more than that now. Your face turned a light shade of red when you read his note, your heart swelled at the thought of him sneaking into your room to return your knife. The sight of him staring down at you in the cold dark alley, you could smell the blood and cologne on his skin from how close-

“Earth to Y/N! Hello Hi sweetie we need to get going, we’re meeting up with the boys for lunch.” Quinn said as she waved her hand in front of your face before walking towards the apartment door where Tara already stood. You quickly grabbed your water and followed the two girls out of the door trying to ignore your internal moral battle.

You waited in the mostly empty quad at a bench, Sam had yet to turn up and Chad had gotten here shortly after Mindy and Anika. Only one you were missing was the person you were sweating bullets about. You sat patiently, quietly, observantly, until your phone dinged. By now the group was over their usual paranoia but when you saw it was from Ethan you swiped it away at first… instantly regretting it.

“It’s rude to ignore people,” a whisper from your right side startled you, causing you to jump forward. By the time you turned around and the group noticed his presence he was standing up right, acting innocent like he didn’t scare the shit out of you.

“Ethan! Took you long enough shit, were you jacking off in the shower?” Chad joked as he slung his arm around the now quiet boy.

“Oh- ew! Grow up, can’t you talk about anything besides your dicks?” Mindy expressed quite passionately before beginning to lead the group to a small restaurant.

Sorry to end it so abruptly i genuinely needed to put this out so i could take my time perfecting the last half so hoped you like it let me know what you would want in part 2 i might take some notes. heres my masterlist if you wanna check that out!

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neonghostlights · 10 months

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I am SO happy that you’re taking requests! Your work is fantastic, I adore seeing you pop up on my feed 🥰

Could I request a little angsty piece with Rockstar Eddie? He’s gone a little off the rails, enjoying everything that comes with being young, hot and famous and you ended up breaking things off with him as his behaviour got more and more inexcusable.

Six Months after you break up, he shows up at your door in the rain, crying, full of regret. He begs ‘take me away from this big bad world and agree to marry me, so we can start over again’ (yes that’s from a blur song 🤣)

I’m happy for you to run with this and let your creative juices flow! Thank you Angel 😇

Aw thank you so much❤️! I really hope you like this one! Rockstar!Eddie Munson x ex!Reader

Warnings: Angst, Break up, Crying, Alcohol, Hurt/Comfort, 18+ only

Wordcount: 2.1k

Memories

The cardboard box of memories sat in the middle of your kitchen island. It had been there for a few hours, ever since you got brave enough to pull it out the back of your closet.

You knew you needed to get rid of it, it wasn’t healthy to hold onto. But you found yourself doing this once a month, when you heard a song on the radio that was too familiar or someone was brave enough to mention his name when you were within hearing distance. You would always shove it back in the closet when you were done, promising yourself you would never do this again.

The rain and wind hit the windows so hard you thought they might crack. You could blame the weather on your mood, and not the fact that today was the six month anniversary of the break up. You had just gotten to the point you could call it the break up mentally and out loud. There was a time where you could only bear to refer to it as the separation or the incident. You liked to think you were making some progress.

That was until tonight, of course.

You pulled the box off the counter, making your way to your living room. You set it on the wooden coffee table with a thud. The creases of the box were fraying from carrying over its weight limit. One day you’d have to throw it all out. But not today.

You reached in and grabbed the tape you knew would be right on top like it always was. You popped it in the radio, letting the sound of Never Tear Us Apart play. He never liked this song but you did. You played it enough that he started to sing along to it too, and then that turned into dancing to it in the living room together.

It unofficially became your song. And now it was the soundtrack of your heartbreak.

You sat on the couch gently, afraid that if you moved too quickly it would break the trance and you wouldn’t be able to savor these little moments you allowed yourself to have.

The first thing you grabbed was an old t-shirt of his that you never gave back on purpose. You were wearing it the night it all went to shit. If you inhaled deep enough you could still catch a whiff of the perfume you were wearing and the stale smell of cigarette smoke.

He hadn’t shown up to dinner that night. You had both moved out to Chicago together in hopes he would gain some traction with his music there better than Hawkins. It worked. He got what he wanted.

The day it ended was your 4 year anniversary. You had made plans together for when you got off work and he made it out of the studio. You waited at the restaurant for over an hour and he just never showed.

Eddie had started partying a lot. His band had taken off and they were picking up fame. With the attention of all his new friends he had seemed to have forgotten about you though. You left the diner, embarrassed that the sweet waitress was pitying you.

Your small one bedroom apartment felt suffocating by the amount of people inside of it when you got home.

You slammed the door behind you when you entered but no one paid you any attention. The music was so loud you couldn’t hear your own thoughts as you maneuvered and pushed by sweaty bodies.

“Baby!” You heard him call as you passed by the couch he was sat on with people surrounding him. He always had people surrounding him. You were never alone anymore.

You ignored him, making your way to your bedroom. You opened the door to two people tangled on your bed.

“Get out!” You yelled, watching as they picked up stray clothes and scrambled out of the room.

“Baby. What’s wrong?” Eddie cooed when he caught up to you. He was swaying, the smell of alcohol strong on his breath.

“Everything’s ruined, Eddie,” you bit out, grabbing the duffel bag from your closet.

He sat on the edge of the bed and ran his hand across the wrinkled blanket.

“It’s not ruined, babe. We can wash it,” he informed you with a smile, slurring his words.

You rolled your eyes and started grabbing handfuls of clothes and emptying out your drawers, throwing anything you could get your hands on into the bag.

“Wait a second,” Eddie said, pushing himself up from the bed sloppily. “What are you doing?”

“I’m leaving,” you snapped, zipping up the bag.

“But why?” He asked, genuine confusion in his voice. You wanted to pull your hair out. He just didn’t get it even when it was right in front of him.

“Why do you think, Eddie? I waited for you for over an hour and you never showed! This shit,” you waved your hands in the air, “is all you care about now. You used to hate parties and all of this bullshit but look at you now.”

Eddie’s face softened, some coherency coming back as he realized what he had done. He reached for you but you moved away. You watched as the panic came across his features.

“I can fix this. I can make everyone leave,” he said, making his way to the bedroom door.

“Don’t bother. I’ll make it easy for you and I’ll go,” you muttered, pushing past him and into the hallway.

“Wait!” He yelled, scrambling after you as fast as he could with the alcohol still burning in his veins. “Where are you going?”

“Does it matter? We’re done,” you called over your shoulder, using your bag to push through the people.

Something shattered and broke in the kitchen. You didn’t bother to stop, it wasn’t your problem anymore.

“So you’re going to give up on us? Just like that?” He questioned, anger lacing his voice.

You whipped around to face him, not caring that you had an audience.

“Just like that? I have been begging you to give me an ounce of attention for months, Eddie, and you’d rather give all of your time to strangers. Don’t put this on me,” you snapped, turning back around and running through the front door before he could say anything else.

“What a buzzkill!” Someone taunted you before you could close the door all the way. The sound of a scuffle broke out but you didn’t check to see if it was Eddie fighting. You needed to get out of there.

That was six months ago. You had moved back to Hawkins and rented a house. Eddie’s band got even more famous. You doubted he was even still in Chicago anymore. He was probably out in California or New York, enjoying even bigger parties and everything that came with them. You grew nauseous at the thought.

You couldn’t do this to yourself anymore. You tossed the shirt back in the box, covering the rest of the memories in there. You popped the tape out, cutting the music off, and threw it in there too. You couldn’t handle this tonight. It was all too much.

You placed your head in your hands. Did he ever miss you as much as you missed him? Doubtful, since he never once called or came looking for you after you left.

The sound of the doorbell had you lifting your head out of your hands. You waited a few moments, wondering if it was just all in your head. The sound of it ringing again had you getting up from your seat.

No one should be here tonight. The weather was so bad that you were sure the streets were flooded. Maybe Steve and Robin were stopping by to check on you since they knew what today was. They had promised to give you space but maybe they had changed their mind.

You threw the door open, ready to scold them for coming out all of this way. But it was Steve or Robin standing on your doorstep with dripping hair and eyes.

Eddie clutched a bouquet of flowers tightly in his hands. They were soaked, the white and red petals drooping from the weight of the water. Eddie looked like he had just gone swimming, his hair wet and his black band t-shirt drenched and pressed against his t-shirt.

He opened and closed his mouth a few times, like he wanted to speak but couldn’t. He thrusted the bouquet forward and into your hands. You caught them, water streaming down your arms and soaking the sleeve of your sweater.

“What are you doing here?” You demanded, tempted to throw the flowers back at him.

“I miss you,” Eddie sniffled. It was obvious he had been crying tonight. His voice cracked on every syllable.

“Eddie, I-” You started.

“I’m sorry. I need to say this because I have a whole speech planned and then you can say whatever you want to me,” he explained, shaking slightly from the cold air and water.

You nodded silently, allowing him to speak.

“I’m so fucking sorry. You didn’t deserve the way I treated you. You were- I mean are the most important thing in my life and I got so blinded by everything else that I didn’t take care of you and our relationship. I got so blinded by people wanting to be around me and thinking that I was cool that I lost touch of what really matters. I need you. I feel like I haven’t been able to breathe since you’ve been gone, baby. I wanted to marry you, you know? I was gonna propose to you once we signed that deal with the label. Now we’ve signed it and you weren’t there and I feel so damn lost.” His teeth were chattering as he spoke; his limbs shaking from the low temperature. Every time he blinked drops of tears and rain flicked from his long eyelashes.

“Why now? I’ve been here for six damn months and you never even called,” you bit out, eyes tearing from what he had confessed. It felt like a slap in the face to know your whole future had gone down the drain because of Eddie’s behavior.

“I didn’t think you’d want to see me. Trust me, you don’t know how often I wanted to come here since Harrington mentioned you moved here. I wanted to get better for you first, though. You were so mad and I thought that you didn’t want me anymore. I, uh, I’ve been seeing someone. A therapist,” he explained, “I’ve been working on my shit. I don’t drink or party anymore. I just work with the band. That’s it.”

You chewed your lip, thinking over what he was saying.

“I don’t want to be like how I was anymore. I just want you. I want to make you my wife. I want to have a life with you. Please,” he begged.

“I can’t jump back into this relationship again. I can’t get hurt again and I’m definitely not going to just marry you after you show up on my doorstep claiming to have gotten your shit together,” you said finally.

Eddie’s face crumpled but he didn’t argue. He just nodded in understanding, looking down at his feet.

You sighed, your heart arguing with your head. How often had you wanted this exact scenario to happen? You couldn't just push him away now when he has been all you've needed for the past six months. If what he was saying about getting help was true, he deserved the chance to make things right.

“But I’ve missed you so much. I still love you so much that it hurts. I can’t just hand you my heart again and let you do whatever you want with it. Maybe we can start over though and see what happens?” You offered.

Eddie’s face lit up at the offer and he straightened up, sticking a hand out to you.

“Hi, I’m the new and improved Eddie Munson and I promise not to break your heart,” he said, taking your hand and lifting it to his lips, pressing a delicate kiss on the skin there.

You told him your name in a shy voice. Eddie didn’t let go of your hand after he kissed it, he just squeezed it tighter. There was a moment between you, where neither of you knew what to say.

“So, Mr. New and Improved Eddie Munson, would you like to come inside and dry off for a bit?” You asked.

Eddie smiled, nodding his head in agreement. You led him inside the warm safety of your house, shutting and locking the door behind you.

You and Eddie played your song again that night. And this time, you were able to listen to it all the way through.

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leviismybby · 1 year

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levi helping you fall asleep by eating you out 🤭

Mhmm anon mhmmm....

Levi Ackerman x fem!reader

Nsfw 18+, mdni, orgasm denial, just Levi devouring you, flith flith, filth

Was it a good idea to tell Levi that you couldn't sleep? No. Do you regret it now? Also no, not when he is kissing down your body, hand spreading your thighs open.

Levi kisses your navel, tugging at your pajama shorts to take them off of your body. Your hands are running through his soft raven locks, slightly pulling at them the more eager you get.

"Patience." He says as he looks at your underwear, smirking at the wet spot on the fabric. Kissing your pussy over your underwear, Levi sinks his teeth into the hem of your panties and pulls them down your legs with his mouth.

Kissing up your legs, he nibbles at the flesh of your inner thighs. "How are you this wet? I haven't fucking done anything yet..." He says against your skin, loving how you shiver at his words and tug on his hair.

"Levi please..." You whine, wanting nothing more than to feel his mouth on you. He places little pecks around your pussy before licking a stripe up your slit, his eyes looking at your face.

You were usually sleeping like a log during this hour but tonight was different, you twisted and turned for hours beofre Levi noticed, so he decided to help you....

Levi grunts at how you taste. "Your cunt is delicious, I can have it for breakfast, lunch and dinner." His tongue works against your wetness like he hasn't done this thousands of times beofre, it moves restlessly and harshly.

His jaw moves roughly, lapping at your walls. The noises his lips are making are lewd, so sp lewd that you're almost ashamed of them. "Levi!" You moan his name, pulling his head further between your legs.

Smirking, he spreads your thighs further apart, putting both of your legs over his shoulder. His mouth kisses, nibbles and licks your pussy like a man starved.

You grind your hips against his face as his tongue enters you, it feels so warm and wet and it makes you lose your mind. Levi grips your legs, loving how much pleasure he is giving you.

"Fuck. Wish I could just live between your thighs..." Levi says, groaning when he sees your cunt twitch. Your legs start to spasm when his mouth closes around your clit, sucking delicately.

"I'll ill-" Levi glares up at you, warning you with his eyes. "Don't you dare, not yet, baby." You throw your head against the pillow, hands messing up the perfect strands of his undercut.

Levi spreads your walls with his two fingers, getting a really good look at your pussy. "Oh fuck me..." He growls before spitting on it, the warm saliva sends a weird feeling of warmth and pleasure down your spine.

Gripping your thighs harder, Levi puts his mouth back on your cunt. His tongue is nowhere near gentle, it's a rude pace and the knot in your stomach becomes impossible to hold.

"Levi..I-i can't need to cum!" He hums against you in approval. "Give it to me. Cum." Your legs close around his head, and you cum without any problem. Levi doesn't remove his mouth from you, not until he is sure that all of your juices are running down his throat.

He parts his mouth from you, his spit connecting to your pussy, eyes filled with lust. Looking up at you he sees how heavy you're breathing, a beautiful blush accompanying your cheeks.

Your boyfriend smirks, kissing up your body before coming up to your face. He grips your jaw. "Open" and you do, you open your mouth. To Levi, there's nothing hotter than seeing how willing you are for him. He lets a string of saliva escape his mouth and dribble right onto your tongue.

With a smile, you swallow his spit, tasting yourself. "Such a dirty girl aren't you?" Your eyes start to close but Levi kisses you on the lips, he isn't entirely done yet.

"I'm not done with you..." He whispers, kissing your neck until he quickly between your thighs again. This time Levi spreads your legs wide enough for them to hurt a little but you don't as you get used to the position.

Without another word, his mouth is back to lap at your wetness, he is moaning against you, savoring you in every sense of the word.

The moans you're letting out are sinful and shameless but that is exactly what he wants. He absolutely wants to ruin you, make you completely stupid for him.

Two of his fingers plunge deep into you, immediately setting a fast pace. His other hand is pinning your hips down, making sure you stay still for him as he eats you out.

Your whole body feels like it's on fire and your head is spinning as Levi's mouth does marvels on your pussy, it's not gonna take long beofre you're cumming.

His fingers thrust hard and fast into your heat, his tongue flicking against your clit. He isn't getting tired at all, his stamina is untouchable.

"For fuck sake. You're gonna make me a madman with a pussy like this." Levi groans and the sound sends vibrations directly through you. It's an insane amount of pleasure.

You try to lift your his but fail as his strong hand holds them down, hid fingers nudging your spot, his lips claiming your pussy as his. A funny feeling starts to build up in hour stomach, this one is more intense the previous one.

And Levi feels it too as your pussy clenches around his two digits. Your head falls to the side, you scream his name, your body shakes and squirt all over him.

Levi was going to deny you again however seeing how well he made you feel was enough. "That's a good girl. Fuck." He pulls his fingers out and licks them clean, his jaw dripping with your juices.

Your eyes start to close, you don't even have the energy to speak and Levi chuckles kissing your stomach. "Pretty sure you'll get some sleep now, baby."

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Disrespectful

Chapter three

Four times. That’s how many times Roman made her cum today. Four fucking times. She couldn’t remember the last time James ever made her cum that much in a single night. She knew she could cum twice in a night but FOUR?

It was hard to let Roman walk away after that. He had to leave cause he had a meeting with Paul, but London wasn’t ready to let him go. And when he did, it was with a promise that he’ll see her again later that same night.

Now here it was, a couple hours later, London freshly showered and in her bed thinking about what took place in her office, her pussy still throbbed in between her legs as she reminisce about what he did to her.

London cried out loudly and her hand slid up to glide through his hair when he pushed her panties to the side and buried his tongue inside of her. He groaned when she tugged onto his roots, wiggling his tongue inside of her and sliding it out to swirl it around her pussy to lap up all her juices all the way up to her clit, sucking on it.

London bucked her hips into his mouth, pushing her pussy in his face to keep him exactly where he was at. He kept staring at her, flickering his tongue up and down in a fast motion.

"Ouuuu fuck Roman." She called out, looking down to meet his eyes as she started grinding her pussy against his tongue. She would chase this feeling forever if she could, she could’ve came from this feeling alone. When she kept grinding against him, he flattened his tongue against her clit letting her do the work herself.

She just couldn’t believe she took her sister’s advice and let him fuck her. And she thought maybe if she did it, it would be a one and done. But how could she not run back to that? How could she expect herself to not bust it open it for him when he asked?

He fucked her seven days from Sunday, snatched her soul and refused to give it back until she agreed to stop running from him. An attraction she’s been trying to deny herself from having but she could only do so much, especially after almost two years of knowing him. She really did try.

All she knows is her desire for Roman burned stronger now that she had a taste. Now she gets it… the reason why Tiara acts the way she does about Roman… she gets it. But as wrong as it was to say, Tiara was just going to have to get used to sharing her man.

“I might go and see Nora later tonight, she told me she had a couple of things she wanted to talk to me about so if I don’t come back home tonight, you know where I’ll be.” London said to James as he walked out of the bathroom from his shower.

He nodded his head at her to let her know he heard her. “Okay, I’m gonna call it a night though baby cause I got an early morning.”

And while he walked to the closet to get dressed for the night, her phone pinged with a message.

Roman: I’m outside.

That was the only thing she needed to know. Grabbing her keys and her phone, she walked to give James a kiss on the cheek before walking out.

“Alright, I’ll see you tomorrow hunny. I love you.” James called out and the guilt started to sink in for just a moment.

“Love you too.” She called back out before rushing out to leave. She couldn’t be in that situation without feeling guilty. How can you say that knowing what transpired between you and Roman?

But the closer she walked to the tinted escalade, the feeling of guilt diminished. She could practically hear her blood rushing throughout her body, her heartbeat being the only thing she could both feel and hear from the anticipation of whatever could happen between those two.

“Why didn’t you pack a bag?” Roman questioned when she finally slid into the passenger seat of the car.

“Pack a bag?” London repeats, the confusion laced in her voice as she turns to face Roman.

“You thought I was bringing you back?”

“Maybe not tonight but-

“You with me for the whole weekend, so I don’t know what you gotta tell him; but tell him something cause I’m not bringing you back till Monday… Night.”

She raised an eyebrow at him in confusion, "I thought we were going to talk."

"We are, I promise."

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She didn’t even let him get out of the car, barely even let him put the car in park before she jumped on him.

She tried to contain herself the entire car ride, but she couldn’t really help it. This man looked so fine driving her around with one hand on the wheel and the other on her thigh.

She guesses that’s what really jumpstarted her being where she is now, eyes rolling to the back of her head when she slowly sat herself on him; the stretch feeling so damn good, she forgot that this was a position that these two shouldn’t have been in at all.

“Gon head baby. Ride that shit.” He grunted in her ear in encouragement, sliding his hands against her waist to guide her.

London’s hand’s gripping his shoulders as she slid up and sat all the way back down, and the feeling every inch of him. The feeling was intoxicating, she’d only experienced this dick earlier that same day but him making her cum four times in her office had her feeling like she was a fiend, hooked on her favorite new drug.

Her head falling into the crook of his neck, moans slipping out of her mouth and melting into his skin, sending chills down his spine.

“Shit…Baby.” She breathed out.

Roman’s hands moved from her waist to grip onto her ass. “Daddy making you feel good baby?” He asked, keeping his voice low.

London moaned out in agreement as she continued to move against him. Her thighs burned at the movements she was making, sweat sticking on both bodies as their motions and quick breaths fogged the car up and add onto the heat their bodies were making.

“F-feels so fuckin’ good. You makin me feel so good.” She moaned out into his ear.

“You love that shit don’t you?” The question was asked on purpose because Roman’s new purpose was to make sure London didn’t run from him anymore. They’ve played this game for a year and a half now. They’ve already crossed this line, he wasn’t going back now.

“Yes, I love it. Finna make me cum f-fast cause y-you hitting m’spot.” She stuttered out.

His hands tightened its grip against her cheeks and began thrusting up into her. London’s moans were loud; and while in her office she didn’t have the luxury to be so vocal but now, Roman took in these loud moans and let it feed his ego.

This was him making her feel like this. Fuck all the white noise, he’s finally gotten London where he wanted her and to be able to hear her call out to him like she was now…

“Yesss, just like that Roman, m’gonna cum just like that.”

…yeah, he couldn’t give this up. Not yet at least.

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After their quick session in the car the two made their way to his condo and wash off the sweat they worked up and found themselves sitting in his living room eating Chinese takeout.

London sat crisscrossed as she waited for him to continue the conversation that was long awaited between them.

“I seen you with him at the party ya know?”

London chuckled and rolled her eyes before responding. “He’s my husband Roman, that fact didn’t change because we spent 20 minutes in a room.”

Roman shrugged. “Just saying you didn’t need to go to him to finish something I started. You could’ve stayed with me.”

“And risk getting caught at YOUR wife’s birthday party? How does that look?” London retorts back, cocking her head to side in almost faux confusion.

“Like we’ve been attracted to each other since we’ve met.”

Silence fell between the two of them at his words. What does one say to that? Except, it’s true. London knew it was the truth, because she went to dinner with him the very next week after they met, wearing his dress for him.

“We both tried to fight it London; granted you put up a much bigger fight than I did, I still never crossed those lines unless I was sure that you would’ve crossed it with me.” Roman continued, setting his container of fried rice on the coffee table and turning to face her.

“I know we’re married to other people but I can’t help but want you. Every time we’ve hung out it took everything in me to not take you somewhere to bend you over and have you scream my name over and over again.” Roman confessed.

London let out a small sigh. “I kept running from you because I’ve never done this before. I don’t know how to… cheat.” She started poking at her food with her fork, tearing her gaze away from him. “James is damn near all I know.”

Roman nodded his head at her, understanding, he’s never cheated on his wife either. “I understand, I haven’t- it’s my first time too you know? And I’ll tell you what, if you want after this weekend we can stop.”

London started to nod her head. Because yeah, that sounds like a good idea. They’ll use this weekend to get each other out of their system and go back to their regular lives.

“Yes, we’ll fulfill any fantasies we’ve ever had and on Monday, we’ll leave this all behind us.” London agreed.

It makes sense, London didn’t really want to step out of her marriage for not being able to control her urges and neither did Roman. He spent a long time with Tiara and he wouldn’t want it to go to waste just because his dick got hard at the presence of another woman.

They’ll get it out of their system this weekend and everything could go back to normal after that. Wouldn’t it?

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anopenbookunderlockandkey · 4 months

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The 118 Sauce Chat

Eddie: I definitely make spaghetti sauce extremely wrong but I’m not going to stop

Chim: please elaborate on the wrong way to make spaghetti sauce; it sounds highly entertaining?

Eddie: 1 chop onion and put in a pot

Eddie: Add 1 or 2 cans of diced tomatoes. Whatever makes the ratio of onion look right.

Eddie: Add a ridiculous amount of frozen peas. Peas should make up a notable portion of this sauce.

Eddie: Add frozen corn also if you wanna be real fancy. If I have bacon I’ll ad that too. But I very rarely have bacon.

Eddie: Cook on HIGH

Eddie: While sauce is cooking, grab the nearest bottle of mixed spices that isn't obviously for desserts. Add some. How much? I dunno, enough that you feel like you've added seasoning so it's technically cooking. (For me this is most often a mix called Moroccan, but it could be anything. Buck reorganised my kitchen recently so tonight it was something called Pizza Topping.)

Eddie: If you happen to have green herbs lying around, add those too. Whatever you have on hand that's green

Eddie: Let the sauce boil on HIGH until all the water is gone. Stir occasionally so the saucepan will be easier to clean later. Serve on cooked spaghetti noodles with no cheese

Eddie: Today I added a new step called "while the sauce is cooking, duck out for 15 seconds to text the group chat about spaghetti sauce, then get distracted and forget you are cooking." This adds a novel Extremely Burnt edge to the flavour profile.

Chim: I am not Italian, or of Italian descent by *any* stretch of the imagination.

I am also not one of those "cooking purists", who believes that everything must be done in a specific/ traditional way (unless you are making a cooking video with the title "how to make x" in which case if you don't specify mid video that your way is not traditional god help you).

I am a firm believer in "If it tastes good, then it is correct for you".

Chim: Except in this case

Bobby: This hurts every cooking bone in my body. The latent ancestors in my soul. The judgmental elf in my brain just bit a cyanide capsule

Hen: Why? The spices.

Using a different spice mix every time, based on what is ready at hand just ... hurts

Eddie: *sends SPICE IS SPICE meme*

Ravi: absolutely deranged, Eddie. Food crimes.

Bobby: Hey Eddie, looks like you forgot to mention the part where you obviously sweated the onions, because nobody would make spaghetti sauce that had straight up raw onions boiled in tomato juices.

Bobby: RIGHT????

Bobby: Please Eddie

Eddie: I don’t know what sweating the onions means

Hen: It means. It means you cook em a little in a pan with a bit of oil first

Eddie: A pan? How many dishes do you want me to have to wash here?

Hen: I mean you can also do it in the same pot you're making the spaghetti sauce in! The important thing is the onions get a little cooked before the wet stuff goes in, so they're not so wet and limp and boiled....

Eddie: Honestly this depends entirely on whether I remember to chop an onion first or I find the can opener for the tomatoes first. The ingredients go in in whatever order they go in.

Ravi: Eddie, who hurt you???

Eddie: A pack of wild chefs herded my mother off a cliff

Chim: Theres probably a hit out on you for this

Eddie: What kind of stupid idiot would waste money assassinating someone who's so clearly going to accidentally poison themself for free at some point

Bobby: hi Eddie, big fan of your firefighting, this is the sauce equivalent of the running up a metal ladder in a lightning storm to try to pull up a 6’0” tall man instead of lowering him to the ground

-Athena

Eddie: Athena, that is the meanest review my cooking has ever received

Chim: congratulations you found the worst way to do it! this feels like a spaghetti recipe made by AI before it got really sophisticated

-Maddie

Eddie: this group chat’s hate mail game is insane

Ravi: at this point please just eat every ingredient raw… please

Eddie: Do I look like Tony Abbott to you

Buck: As a former Committer of Food Crimes, I have decided to make this sauce this weekend after I have a chance to go to the store. I will report back.

Eddie: Excellent, I look forward to vindication.

Hen: No one's going to vindicate your boiled onion in cinnamonny tomato juice on noodles, Eddie

Eddie: Not cinnamon. Cinnamon is a dessert spice. You use the nearest non-dessert spice.

Ravi: cinnamon is absolutely not a dessert spice

Eddie: Yes it is! It's for muffins and pancakes and fruit pies!

Chim: Cinnamon powder is absolutely a dessert “spice” and Eddie if your cooking is this bad I can’t imagine your baked abominations

Eddie: I put lemon juice in everything I bake that isn't bread

Written for the only two gremlins (endearment) who find this as entertaining as I do @professionalprocrastinator22 and @gravelyhalversobbing

Inspired by:

#things i decided i could make about 911 #Eddie diaz commits food crimes #Buck is his accomplice #buddie fic #911 fic #911 fanfic #text fic #incorrect 911 quotes #911 abc #911 fox

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How about Nico fucking his gorgeous wife until she is absolutely spent and then swings into dad mode to make her birthday extra special as she naps. I love the passion and love that couple has for eachother 😍

Still what we call the good shit!

A marathon.

That is all Lexi can think to describe what her and Nico have been doing since they dropped the babies at school this morning.

Jokingly, Lexi had told Nico she wanted him to split her open for her birthday this week. She had been a little wine drunk and also it had been some time since she had her husband, so it seemed like a funny challenge.

She never expected him to deliver so literally.

“Oh, oh, oh, oh!” Lexi wails gripping the sheets in her fists as Nico rushes her towards her next orgasm. “Baby, please, please don’t stop.” Her throat gets dry from how desperately she is pulling air into her lungs.

Nico pumps faster into her, dragging his cock along her used pussy. He leans close to her ear.

“You love my cock, baby? This all you needed for your birthday? Hm?” Lexi moans in agreement. Her head falls back, face towards the ceiling. Nico holds her there like that, a hand on her throat, finishing her off with rapid thrusts that shake her ass against his abdomen. In her throat, her moan gets stuck. Her walls collapse around Nico’s cock, squeezing his sensitive tip until he launches ropes of cum into her.

“Oh!” Lexi finishes loudly. “Ohmygod.” She whines, slumping forward as Nico lets her go. He runs his ravenous hands over her bare back, gripping her ass cheeks, wishing he could bury himself inside of her again. But he knows his wife, and she is done.

He also knows his sister is on her way to the house with all their babies.

With soft presses, Nico kisses his way up her back. He gets to the back of her neck and sighs.

“Babies are inbound in about ten minutes.” He murmurs against her hot skin. “You stay here, tangled up naked in our sheets. I’ll lock the door on my way out. I’ve got everything handled with the girls. You deserve to rest now. Took me so well, baby.” Lexi nods, unable to speak. She stutters on a gasp as Nico sucks her throat for a moment before getting off the bed completely.

He smirks to himself, knowing he just fucked his wife out of her damn mind.

As Nico is finishing up pouring juice for the girls downstairs, the front door bursts open and sneakers hit the tile.

“Daddy!!!!!” Lucie screams, launching herself into his legs. Mack comes next and then Sophie bounces behind, construction paper blowing in the breeze behind her.

“For mama!” She insists. She turns like she is going to go upstairs.

“Stay here, baby.” Nico says.

“I wanna see mama.”

“Sweets, you will later.” He runs a hand over her hair, careful of the blue bow her and Lexi picked out for today.

“Bye Hischiers!” Emma yells into the house, then closes the front door the girls forgot to shut. Nico chuckles. Something is up in the Meier house.

“Lio is in trouble.” Lucie tells her dad.

“Yeah I heard he mouthed off in school today. Good thing my girls would never do that.” He squeezes Lucie’s chin, watching her eyes widen. She's been known to a time or two.

“Mack! Let’s play castle downstairs!” Lucie rushes off, away from her dad’s curious eyes.

“Hey, Luc?”

“Hm?”

“You have an hour. Then I want all of these babies in the kitchen helping me with dinner.”

“Why can’t mama make dinner?” Mack whines.

“Because it’s her day.” Nico chuckles, handing Mack her cup of juice from the counter.

“We aren’t good at it like her.”

“True, but let’s try really hard tonight. For mama.” He smooches her nose then Sophie skips over, puckering her lips for a kiss. He complies happily and throws in a hug when she insists. He straightens to see Lucie next to him. “Oh? You too?” She nods, a little smirk on her lips. He gives her a quick one, then fixes the collar of her uniform that had folded inward. “An hour, baby. Okay?”

“Okay.” Lucie says. “I love you, daddy.”

“I love you too.”

#what my world spins around au

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powerofelvis · 1 year

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Kiss Me Through The Phone

Pairing: Austin Butler x f!reader

Word Count: 1.2K

Warning(s): SMUT, mutual masturbation, phone sex, a little bit of sexting (on female’s part), dirty talking, daddy!austin

A/N: It’s the LAST day of Daisy’s 12 Days of Christmas! I’m so glad that I powered through and got all of my requests done. Requests are closed for the time being. Thank y’all for sticking it out with me. This request was requested by @butlerbliss! I hope you like my twist on sexting with Austin.

Usually you didn’t bother Austin much while he was away shooting his projects, but you were going to make an exception tonight. Austin went to Ohio, filming his upcoming film, ‘The Bikeriders’. You were extremely excited for him, always in his corner when he landed roles and even when he didn’t. Lately, he landed two big roles back-to-back, first, he played Elvis Presley and now his role in The Bikeriders. He was gone most of the time, so you two never were able to engage in sexual activity unless you were able to sneak off to fuck in the nearest broom closet.

Tonight, you were extremely needy. Thinking about all the ways Austin would pleasure your body before leaving early the next day, making you wait long periods of time until you could do it all over again. You decided that you would tease him, wanting him to see what he was missing out on while he was away. So, you spent the majority of the night after returning home from work—teasing your hair and putting on the lace negligee that he loved oh so much. You made sure that the lighting was perfect, smoothing out any wrinkles or loose hairs that may have gotten out of place as you got ready before sending a teasing picture—making sure your body was the main attraction.

You waited and waited, almost giving up as Austin didn’t respond right away. Suddenly, your phone lit up with Austin’s name. He was calling you. He was really calling you. You sat up in the bed, clearing your throat before picking up the phone. “Hey there, big boy.” You spoke with a sexy tone, smirking at the sound of Austin groaning. “You’re really teasing me right now, baby?” He asked you, the noises that were around him suddenly ceased as you figured he had returned to his hotel room. “I wasn’t teasing you, Aus. I just wanted to show you what I’m wearing to bed.” You knew that you were teasing him, but he didn’t need to know that.

“Mm. And you so happened to wear my favorite nightie to bed, without me?” His deep voice rumbled on the other side, sending your body into heat and a little moan slipped out of your mouth. Austin was playing a dangerous game with you, using his voice in a certain octave that he always used when he was plowing you into the sheets at night. “Are you wearing anything else underneath that nightie, baby? And don’t lie to me.” He clicked his tongue, running his fingers over the bulge that was growing in his pants. Luckily for him, you weren’t wearing anything underneath your nightie.

“No, I’m not wearing anything underneath, daddy. Would I lie to you?” You crooned innocently, learning quickly that he was in his daddy mood. “You know better than to lie to Daddy. Don’t you, baby girl?” Austin was standing at attention now, pulling his hard cock out of his pants, little grunts passing his lips at the sensitivity that he was feeling. You heard those grunts, reaching to pull up your nightie, rubbing gently against your folds. “I do, daddy. Please tell me what you want to do to me? I’m so wet for you.” You moaned out, the arousal pooling down your walls at his grunts, drips of your juices coating your fingers.

“Are you touching yourself, baby girl? You’re getting nice and ready for my cock to stretch your tight pussy that’s only waiting for me? I’m gonna stretch you nice and wide.” His raspy voice crooned in your ear, sending more of your juices out of you. “Yes, daddy. Please. I need you.” You whimpered as he grunted out in pleasure once more. Austin sat on the other side of the line, lubing up his cock with his spit before jerking his cock at the sound of your pleas. He wanted to destroy you, do things to you that would make you ruined for other men. “You need me, huh? What do you need? Tell Daddy, just what you need.” His hand moved along the base of his cock quickly, twitching in his hand as the precum poured out of his pink tip—seemingly like a geyser about to explode.

“I need you to fuck me. I need your cock splitting me in two before you put me back together as you always do.” Your moans were spilling out of your lips, making all you said sound incoherent. Austin understood you, groaning in ecstasy as he held his phone down to where he was jerking his cock. The filthy noises that you heard gave you the push to enter two of your fingers inside. It felt like nothing compared to Austin’s cock, but you would have to make do with what you had. At least until he came home. You knew he would come home.

“I’m going to fucking wreck that pussy when I come home. You’re gonna be at work around those men and all you’ll see is me. Me fucking you over and over until you beg for me to stop.” He spoke with such passion in his voice, the sloppy noise of his cock being milked by his hand turned you on more than you could have ever imagined. Your fingers still working you into ecstasy, moans pouring out of your mouth at an incoherent rate, you needed him so bad. Your orgasm was beginning to creep up on you, fingers curving inside of you as your hand shakingly held the phone to your ear. “Fuck, Aus. I’m gonna cum.” You whimpered.

“Cum with me, baby girl. I want you to cum with me.” He jerked his cock damn near raw as he chased his orgasm. His eyes shut in pleasure as he began shooting his load all over himself and his hand, spitting out obscenities under his breath as he moaned out loud. You were on the other side of the phone, clenching around your fingers as you suddenly came. Your whimpers turned into screams as you chanted his name repeatedly. “Fuck, Daddy! Please!” You whimpered and shook in the bed as you came down from your high. Austin chuckled softly before taking a deep breath, his high coming down and ceasing before he reached over to grab a few tissues to clean his hand.

He had to shower anyway, so a few dirty clothes didn’t bother him. “I’m coming home tomorrow, baby. I wanted to call you to tell you, but you decided that you wanted to tease me.” You giggled as you pulled your fingers out of your weeping pussy, cleaning them off with a tissue before humming. “I’ll be at the airport waiting, baby. I can’t wait.” You surely couldn’t wait for Austin to come home. You and your pussy were excited for the reunion that was in store. “I gotta go shower, baby. Sleep well, I’ll call you when I board the plane. I love you.” You hummed sleepily as you told him that you loved him too, eyes closing as you dreamed about the days to come with Austin by your side.

#austin butler x reader #austin butler #elvis 2022 #austin butler smut #daisy’s 12 days of christmas requests #daisy writes

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chvnssecret · 2 years

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comfort; bang chan // nsfw

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You’d had a really long day, week at that. Nothing ever seemed to go right for you and you just wanted to cry.

Chan, your boyfriend, was so busy every day. Producing, looking after the boys and attending tight schedules really got in the way of your alone time together. He would get home, and it wouldn’t even be an hour until he got called back to the studio to run over other things.

It wasn’t fair, you missed him.

Yet, it came to that time again, and you just couldn’t bring yourself to be excited. He thought you’d perk up when he entered the room, but you didn’t. Instead, you laid there, on your phone and bid him a quick hello.

“Baby?” He let out - more like a question than anything else. You hummed, looking up at him. “Everything okay?” He sat down next to you, a hand on your thigh as you kept your position.

“I’m fine, Chan.” You lied. He probably knew you were lying, but you didn’t care. It was pointless trying to get through to him as it’s his job. But a part of you still wanted to be selfish and have him to yourself for just one night. In moments like these, he usually knows to not nag you, so he would opt for just being there next to you.

“Don’t get too comfy, you’ll probably be called back into the studio soon.” You remarked sarcastically with an eye roll. He seemed taken aback, sitting up abruptly and being confused by your sudden expression. “That’s what’s on your mind?”

“You couldn’t tell already?” You stretched out and turned your back to him, facing the wall. His hand rested on your waist, rubbing soothing circles with his thumb.

“I’m sorry, baby. I’m here all night tonight so don’t worry, okay?” He leaned down and kissed from your ear to your neck. It’s what you longed for; a little intimacy. To be honest, it made you hot. You wanted more, to feel him more. It’s almost like he knew, because he then gripped your waist harder, pressing himself into your back and sucking on your neck. His fingers moved your hair back, tickling on your skin as he done so.

“My beautiful girl, I miss you.” He admitted between kisses. Your eyes teared up a little, quickly blinking away the droplets before they made themselves known. You moved your head into his chest, wallowing in his comforting hold as his hands etched towards your thighs. “Chan, I need you.” A choke finally let itself out of you, letting him know exactly how you were feeling. He didn’t have to say much, he just pushed you onto your back gently and climbed atop of you.

“Okay, baby, okay.” He cooed, wiping stray hairs from your face to kiss you. It was like lightning. His lips were so soft and danced perfectly with yours. You were so incredibly infatuated that you hadn’t even noticed a hot tear running down your cheek and onto your chest. He didn’t notice either, but that may be because he was too distracted by pulling your panties off.

His fingers rubbed soft circles on your tender clit, making you jolt at the sensation you hadn’t had for so long. Small moans escaped your mouth and entered his through your kiss. “You don’t know how badly I’ve wanted to do this.” He spoke, slipping his tongue into your mouth in unison of his fingers entering you.

You tensed up around them, letting him rest them inside of you for a while before he started pumping them. “More…please, Chan.” You bucked your hips into the air desperately for a little feel of something. “You have all of me, honey. I’m here.” His reassurance was the sweetest thing ever. Sweeter than his lips on yours, sweeter than his breath and sweeter than his gentle touch on your skin. His fingers slid in and out of you slowly, making sure to enjoy every single speckle of juices flowing on him.

Once he felt like you were stretched enough, he pulled his own boxers down, allowing his length to slap against his stomach. He aligned himself up with your hole, prodding it with the tip slightly to edge himself in.

He felt so thick, and so fucking long and it had been ages since you last done it. It had been such a long time that you forgot how he felt. But, he felt amazing. With the first thrust, your eyes rolled back and you fought back your tears with a harsh bite to your lip. “Fuck.” You cursed, sniffling a little. His hips rolled in and out of you perfectly, hitting your g spot every time.

“So tight, babe.” He moaned under his racy breathes, holding himself up on his arms as he watched his cock slide in and out of you.

There it was again, but it was multiple tears instead of one. They all wet your face, giving you tiny stains along the way that Chan could notice under the moonlight peaking through.

“Shh, it’s okay.” He wiped one cheek with his thumb and let himself down onto his elbows to be closer to you. “My gorgeous girl, let it all out.” He kissed away the tears on the other. You couldn’t help it. He felt so fucking good and you needed this for a long time. It was a mixture of relief and lust.

“I love you.” You sobbed out, gripping his arms that wrapped around you lovingly.

“I love you too, my love.”

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coldfanbou · 2 years

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Descent

Here is another Jihyo fic. The picture isn't related to the fic; I just really wanted to use it. I had a lot of fun writing this one. Another fic will be released later tonight.

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Jihyo x M reader

Jihyo was the only one left; You had taken control of the other twice members, fucked each one into submission. Now here she was, kneeling in front of you, “I’ll do anything, just give them back to me, give me them all back. Use me instead.” As she looked up, she saw the youngest members of her group pleasuring you; Tzuyu had your cock in her mouth, bobbing her head slowly, enjoying it as it came and went from her mouth. Dahyun and Chaeyoung were sucking on your balls; occasionally, they would lick the sides of your shaft.

“I’m cumming; you all better make sure not a drop falls to the ground. Remember to share”

“Yes, Daddy! Thank you for your cum” Tzuyu bobs her head a few more times, holding your head in her mouth as you cum. Once you’re done, Tzuyu moves to kiss Dahyun and Chaeyoung, sharing the cum in her mouth with them. Each one savoring the small portion they got. Nayeon, Momo, and Mina eventually rise from the bed into view of Jihyo, Their naked bodies covered in sweat. They ignore Jihyo; instead, they reach for your chest. You turn to kiss Nayeon. Her eyes are still half-lidded as she recovers from the pounding she took a few minutes before Jihyo had arrived.

“No fair, I want to kiss Daddy too.” Momo and Mina say simultaneously. You turn to them, grabbing Mina’s head so you can force your tongue down her throat. “Daddy, what about me?” Momo says, pouting. You let go of Mina so that you could kiss Momo, her lips soft like marshmallows.

“Why don’t you ladies go play with yourself in the other room? Jihyo and I have something to discuss. Don’t forget to take Jeongyeon and Sana with you.” The girls get up to leave, having to carry an unconscious Jeongyeon and Sana, both of them covered in sweat and cum. As they close the door, you say to Jihyo, “Now that we’re alone, we can talk freely.”

“I want you to give them back,” Jihyo says with a fire in her eyes.

“I don’t think I will; you have to offer me something in return, you know?”

Jihyo grimaces, “You can have me; leave them alone, and you can have me.”

“I think you need to prove that you’re worth all of them, wouldn’t you say?”

“Fine.” She gets up, stripping away all her clothes, revealing her large breasts, toned stomach, shaved pussy, and beautiful long legs

“Before we start, why don’t you have a drink? It’ll get you in the mood”. You offer Jihyo a glass of aphrodisiac-laced wine. It was a unique concoction of yours meant to bring all of a person’s sexual desires to the forefront. She takes it from you, downing it all, putting it down on the nearby table. A purple haze falls over her eyes. “Now, let’s start.” You walk around her, marveling at her body; when you get behind her, you spank her. A moan escapes her mouth; she looks surprised that a simple slap is enough to make her moan. The haze in her eyes clears. You spank her again, trying to elicit another moan from her. She refuses to let another one escape her. You grab one of her tits, kneading it slowly. Jihyo’s back arches, and you run your free hand down her midsection, eventually reaching her already wet pussy. Your fingers go inside Jihyo, just enough where she coos from the pleasure. You take your fingers out of her bringing them to her face, “Look at you, Jihyo, you’re already so wet.” You separate your fingers, her juices running down them. “Here, I’ll let you have a taste” placing your fingers in Jihyo’s mouth, she starts sucking on them. Her tongue is trying to get every drop from between your fingers. The hazy look in her eyes begins to return. As you pull them out of her mouth, she whimpers. You ask her, “Do you want more Jihyo?”

“Yes, Da-sir” She caught herself about to call you daddy. Jihyo’s mind was already beginning to break, her armor breaking down. She had heard Nayeon, Momo, and Mina call you daddy. Now here she was, about to say the same thing.

Your fingers return to her pussy, and they inch deeper inside, “What was that, Jihyo? It sounded like you were going to call me something else.”

“It’s nothing,” she says; you force your fingers in deeper, and your other hand starts to play with her nipple.

“Come on, be honest with yourself, Jihyo.” planting kisses on her neck, you whisper to her, “There’s no shame in calling me that” You kiss behind her ear. “Now, what did you mean to say, Jihyo?”

Another piece of her armor breaks, and her eyes go completely hazy. “I want to taste myself again, Daddy.”

“That’s a good girl” you bring your fingers to her face, and she sucks on them again. Once she’s had enough, you move to take a seat at the edge of the bed. “It’s your turn to make me feel good, Jihyo. Crawl to me.” Jihyo doesn’t argue; she gets on all four and crawls to you. She purposely shakes her ass as she moves. Jihyo finally gets to you and instinctually grabs your cock. She slaps herself with it before smiling. You don’t need to tell her what to do; she’s already started stroking your cock, her soft hand slowly moving from the base to the head.

Jihyo grabs your balls with the other. Raising your cock up, she licks her way to the tip before planting a kiss on it. She kisses down both sides of your shaft; as she gets back to the head, she finally takes you into her mouth. Saliva begins to coat your cock as she slowly bobs her head. Her tongue wraps around your cock. She outlines the head when she only has your head in her mouth. Jihyo looks up at you, her eyes asking if it feels good. You pat her head. “That’s right, baby, suck daddy’s cock.” Jihyo starts to bob her head faster, her hand stroking whatever part of your cock she doesn’t take into her mouth. Your cock begins to pulse in her mouth, “I’m about to cum; drink it all, Jihyo.” You place your hand on the back of her head and shove her forward. You stare at Jihyo; her eyes grow clear, and she can recognize what she’s doing; she tries to pull back, but you keep her head in place. You cum, unleashing wave after wave of it, flooding her throat. As your cum hits her tongue, you see the haze return to her eyes. Jihyo returns to being your plaything, another piece of her armor gone. You let go of her head. Jihyo keeps you in her mouth, her tongue cleaning its way up your cock.

As she lets the head leave her mouth with a pop, Jihyo asks, “Did I do a good job, Daddy?” She opens her mouth so you can see that she drank it all

“You did great, Jihyo.” You help her up, “Why don’t you get on the bed? It’s time to get serious.” Jihyo sits down on the edge of the bed and lays back. You spread her legs. Her pussy was drenched, and her juices had been running down her thighs. You line yourself up with her before you take the plunge; you rub the head of your cock against her folds, teasing her.

“Daddy, stop teasing me. I want your cock in me.”

“Alright, baby” You ready yourself and push the head in, slowly parting Jihyo's walls. Jihyo moans as she feels you come inside her. You continue going deeper, eventually not being able to go any farther. As you start to pull out, you feel Jihyo’s pussy, trying to keep you in, becoming tighter. You begin thrusting at a moderate pace; you lean forward to kiss Jihyo, and she meets you halfway. As you lock lips, your tongue explores Jihyo’s mouth. As you continue to fuck Jihyo, you place your hand on her lower abdomen; the pressure applied makes her feel tighter and gives her more pleasure as your cock hits new spots.

“Daddy, I’m gonna cum” Jihyo says with a whimper.

“Cum for me, Jihyo.” Jihyo’s pussy squirts her juices all over her as she cums. You don’t stop thrusting into her; you continue relentlessly pounding her.

“Daddy, it feels so good! I love your cock! Please cum in my little pussy!” She screams out; the continued pleasure is destroying her.

“I’m gonna cum Jihyo.”

“Yes, Daddy cum in me!” At that moment, you snap your fingers, and the haze lifts. Jihyo realizes what’s going on. This is her final moment before she falls under your spell; you want to see her break entirely. Jihyo feels the rush of pleasure; her moans don’t stop. She’s on the verge of cumming again. “Fuck I’m gonna cum” She was overly sensitive right now; she was going to cum at any second. You stop moving, though. She lifts her head to look at you “what are you doing? I was about to cum.”

“Tell me what you want, Jihyo” She’s confused at your statement.

“I want to cum; I want your cock to fucking cum inside me. I want it; I need it.”

“What about your friends? I’ll give you an option right now; I make you cum, or you go and take your friends home.” She’s shocked at this. “So what will it be?”

She stares at you; her voice is shaky. She grabs your arms. “I-I want you to make me cum; I want to be your cum dumpster. Please, I need you, Daddy.” You had done it. You broke Jihyo.

“That’s what I wanted to hear, baby” You caress her face; she nuzzles into your hand. You start to move again, Jihyo immediately letting out moans. You drag her closer to you, then lift her legs and push them past her head. You thrust into Jihyo’s pussy with renewed force. You lean into Jihyo, her legs going farther back. You kiss her and tell her you’re going to cum.

“Daddy, I’m cumming, I’m cumming!”

“I’m cumming too, Jihyo” You impale Jihyo with your cock as you start cumming.

“That’s right, Daddy, give me all of your cum! Make me your woman!” Jihyo ends up squirting all over herself. As you pull out of Jihyo, she giggles, “Thank you, Daddy. Let me clean your cock for you.” Jihyo rolls around on the bed until her head hangs off the edge; she’s upside down. “Use me like this, Daddy.” You help yourself and slide your cock down Jihyo’s throat; it’s warm and tight. Jihyo starts to hum to make it more pleasurable for you. You thrust into Jihyo’s throat for a couple of minutes until you begin to feel yourself about to cum.

“Jihyo, I’m going to cum down your throat” She nods, happy to be used. You hold yourself down her throat as you cum. It starts to overflow. Jihyo tried to drink as much as she could, but it was too much for her. You pull out of her throat, and a final few spurts of cum hit Jihyo’s face.

“Daddy, I want more cum” Jihyo whines.

“Alright, alright, get off the bed and bend over.” Jihyo does as she’s told; as she bends over the bed, you see that her pussy is still leaking your cum from earlier. You aim your cock straight towards her ass.

Pressing the head against her asshole, Jihyo whines, “Daddy, that's not the right hole. I want you to cum in my pussy again.”

“Jihyo, I need to get all your holes; your body is only for me.” without another word, you push into Jihyo’s asshole.

“Daddy, it hurts!”

“Don’t worry; it’ll feel really good soon.” You take your time slowly pushing more of your cock into her ass. To jumpstart the process of making her feel good, you reach around for her clit, and start rubbing it, causing her to moan. Now that Jihyo was starting to feel comfortable, you began thrusting into her ass. Each passing thrust coated her ass in a mixture of saliva, cum, and Jihyo’s juices, making it easier to go faster.

Jihyo moans, “Daddy, this feels so good; you’re stretching me out” She starts pushing her ass back into your hips every time you thrust. “Oh, fuck Daddy, I’m gonna cum again.” Her body shudders as juices start spraying out from her pussy. You pay it no mind and keep pounding away at her ass. As you reach your orgasm, Jihyo yells, "Daddy cum inside my ass!” You thrust in one more time and fill her ass with ropes of cum. As you pulled out, your cum rushed out of Jihyo’s stretched asshole.

You decide to lay on the bed, and Jihyo straddles you again, “Let me call in your friends so they can see you.” You do just that; as the other members of Twice come into the room, they see Jihyo riding you.

“Hey, No fair. Why do you get to have private time with Daddy?” Nayeon yells out.

“Because I’m his special cum dump, I was made just for his cock, made to carry his seed in me” You cum inside Jihyo again, her back arches, and there’s a smile across her face. “I was made to be fucked by his cock.”

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kaunis-sielu · 1 year

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Sick

“Morning Sunshine!” You call to Sam as you make your way to the kitchen. You only get a groan in response. “You okay Sam?” You ask making your way toward the living room.

“Don’t come over here. I don’t want to get you sick.”

“I don’t get sick Sam.” You remind him, your powers make it nearly impossible for you to get sick, or hurt really.

“Nox, I have never felt worse in my life, you don’t want to test your powers limits with this one.”

“Don’t you think you might be being a bit dramatic Sam?”

“No.” He groans as you round the couch to get a closer look at him. You hate to admit it but he doesn’t look good. You make your way over to him and gently cup his face in your hands, he lets out a little sigh of relief as you attempt to ease his pain.

“That feels nice, thanks Nox.” He says and you hum softly.

“Just get some sleep okay Sammy?”

“Okay.” He mutters before he goes to sleep. Your powers, while helpful in the field sometimes feel limiting, your ability to numb not only the pain but also put your teammates in a kind of cryosleep often leaves you wishing you could do more. The sleep helps their bodies heal and keeps them from being further wounded out in the field, Bucky had freaked out the first time you’d offered to use your powers with him but once you’d been able to convince him that it felt nothing like what Hydra had done to him he’d given it a try, now he’s so used to it that you’ve even started to help ease him to sleep on particularly bad nights.

You head back into the kitchen and start a pot of coffee for Steve. He wasn’t much further behind you, after your training session he’d kindly let you shower first because you were going to be doing some work with Helen later and needed to get going. You’d tried to convince him to shower with you but Steve had only laughed, pressed a quick kiss to your lips and gone for another lap around the compound. Which, if you had things to do was really the best move but it didn’t mean you liked that move.

You then pull some juice out of the fridge and make some toast for breakfast, you don’t need much because of the protein shake you’d had before your workout but you like having actual food in you when you’re going to be working with Cho. After eating quickly you make your way down to the lab and when Helen sees you she gives you a wide smile.

“Hey, are you ready to be science nerds?” She asks and you laugh,

“The science sisters?” You ask, Tony likes to refer to himself and Bruce as the science bros after he’d heard Peter say it was what the kids at his school called them.

“I love it.” She says with a laugh, “So you ready to get to work?”

You and Helen are trying to single out the gene that allows Inhumane to be Inhumane and specifically for your powers to work. You’ve been working for months and so far nothing has happened and it’s only a matter of time that you move on to just try and figure out a way to synthetically replicate your powers in a gas form so that you can just give the canisters to a team member and even if you’re not on a mission you know that your team will be able to take care of one another as if you are there.

Three hours later you’ve given some more blood and Helen is murmuring something about taking some bone marrow and that’s making you very nervous.

“Hey,” Steve says strolling into the lab, “We’re doing a movie night tonight.” He tells you pressing a quick kiss to your forehead, “You have any requests to throw into the running?”

“Just no horror.” You tell him and he gives you a little smirk, “Yea, yea Rogers. Keep it to yourself.” You tell him causing him to laugh. It amuses him to no end that you’re an Avenger who can’t stand horror movies, the one time that you’d tried to watch you’d ended up in his lap a blanket over your head and your hands over your ears. Neither of you had been particularly upset about you ending in his lap but it absolutely wasn’t a relaxing night for you.

“Cho, you’re welcome to come to movie night, like always.”

“Thank you. I might take you up on that, I have family dinner tonight with my parents, brother and his new perfect wife so I might need an excuse to escape.” You and Helen have spent enough time together for you to know the toxic family that she comes from, and you know that even though she says it flippantly it bothers her more than she’d admit.

“We can always call with an emergency if you want.” You offer and she laughs softly, which was your goal.

“Keep your phone on you.” She says and you nod,

“So, you,” Steve says with a smile looking down at you, “have about an hour before we’re having dinner. I’m doing tacos.”

“I knew I loved you for a reason.” You tease and he laughs before kissing you.

“I’ll let the two of you get back to work.”

“See you in an hour.” You tell him and he laughs, “what?”

“Unless you set a timer I’ll be back to get you.” He isn’t wrong, you tend to lose track of time more often than you’d like to admit.

“FRIDAY tell me to leave for dinner in one hour.”

“On it.” She says and you give Steve a pleased little smile, he shakes his head at you, gives your hand a little squeeze then heads out of the lab.

“You guys are grossly cute.” Helen says without looking at you and you give her a little shrug, she’s not wrong.

An hour later FRIDAY alerts you that it’s time to go back to your and Steve’s apartment. You talk about your lack of progress with him while you eat, he tells you about a couple of the new recruits that have joined the Avengers top squad, he doesn’t seem overly impressed but you know that he and Natasha will have them in fighting form soon, and if they don’t then they won’t pass and make it to the actual team. Doing the job that you do requires you to have complete faith and trust in the people that you work with. If you don’t, things can go sideways and fast.

When you’re done with dinner you clean up then head down to the theatre room. You still don’t know what movie you’re going to watch but that’s okay, as long as it isn’t a horror movie you don’t really care what you watch. Steve would’ve told you if it was a horror movie, when you get there Pepper, Natasha, Scott and Hope are already in the room. You grab your favorite blanket while Steve sits down on one of the couches.

“No Sam, Clint or Tony?” You ask flopping down on the couch next to Steve. Clint almost never misses movie night.

“Tony was feeling a little under the weather.” Pepper says as she settles into her seat.

“Clint was sleeping and I’ve made that mistake before.” Nat says with a laugh,

“Sam isn’t feeling well either. I’m going to go check on him because I helped him get some solid sleep earlier which should’ve helped enough for him to be here.” You say popping off the couch, “Go ahead and start without me if you want.” You tell them as you head back out of the room toward Sam’s room. When the elevator opens on Sam’s floor you see Bucky waiting to get on.

“Hey, did you check on Sam?”

“Bird brain? No. Why?”

“He’s not feeling well, I want to see how he’s doing before I abandon him for movie night.”

“I’ll come with ya. He sleeps like the dead sometimes.” Bucky offers and you nod before going to Sam’s room. Bucky pounds on the door and calls, “Hey! Tweety! We’re coming in.”

“Classy Bucky.” You tease following him into Sam’s apartment. You go into his room and he’s sound asleep, when you go to wake him you touch his shoulder and he’s on fire. “Oh my god.” You cup his face, just to make sure you’re not imagining things. His fever is dangerously high, your heart sinks, you didn’t help him earlier.

“Bucky! Get in here! Something’s wrong. I need him in the hospital wing now!” Bucky scoops Sam up and throws him over his shoulder before disappearing out into the hallway. “FRIDAY call Cho.”

“Of course.”

“Keep up with me.” You tell her as you sprint after Bucky and Sam to the hospital wing.

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