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Surviving NNN

Part Six: Lost

Karina rests her head against the shower wall. The warm water hits her back and shoulders, before cascading down her frame. She presses her cheek against the cold tiles as she tries to make herself climax. Her right hand is inbetween her legs, while the left is planted against the wall.

She was in a constant state of horniness throughout this month, knowing that her boyfriend is living together with three of her friends. Karina tried not to touch herself, but she has finally reached her braking point. And what broke her? As you expected, the song about your night together makes Karina's eyes roll to the back of her head as she gets herself off in the hotel room shower.

Her moans are not audible underneath the shower. But her shaking body is more evidence one needs to figure out what's going on. Your mini album just came out. Because it's a small one and not long after your last comeback, there is no MV. Partially because it would be weird to shoot one, if the woman in it is not Karina.

As soon as she heard the song, your girlfriend couldn't help herself any longer. She missed your touch over the last weeks, her mind drawn to you whenever she is not completely busy.

Karina cums on her own fingers, thinking about that night. Thinking about the three girls that are with you. Thinking about the first day of December.

Two days before:

You look at Minju, at the screen of your TV, and back to Minju.

"What is going on?"

You swear you have never seen her cheeks turn this pink. Her eyes are darker than usual, while they avoid your gaze. Her right hand is underneath a blanket, while her left is playing nervously with its hem.

"This-This is not what it looks like."

She closes her eyes, knowing you wouldn't belive her. It wasn't supposed to happen this way. She was supposed to seduce you. Not get caught by you, while having half of your TV remote stuffed inside her needy snatch.

"I-I just got myself a glass of water and stopped the video. I was about to play it now."

"But why are you watching my stuff?"

She does look suspicious to you.

"I just watched Dreamcatcher's new comeback and this was next on the algorithm."

"Oh, alright."

You play dumb, knowing what's going on. There is no way that a performance video of yours is played right after Dreamcatcher's new MV. And Minju's hand underneath the blanket must be doing more than just holding the remote. But you let her be, flattered that she is actually getting off to you. You don't confront her, kmowing that it might lead to your own downfall.

Present:

Unbeknownst to you, two of the four girls have already failed the challenge. Chaewon and Karina. Minju got interrupted by you and got back to her senses. Yena has been holding out quite well so far. Until she blindly walks into your room.

Iit is night and Yena confused your door with hers as she came back from the bathroom. She is now standing in the doorframe, looking at you sleeping. You must have thrown off your blanket in the middle of the night, since its lying right next to you. Yena is enjoying the view of your mostly naked body, before she catches herself staring.

She shakes her head, dismissing the idea that just creeped into her mind. She is about to turn around, when she hears you groan quietly in your sleep. The deep sound makes Yena stay. She has been trying to resist her need for release since you let her listen to your songs.

She doesn't move for a couple of moments, thinking about what she should do.

Oh fuck it. Might as well try.

Yena slowly walks towards your bed, before kneeling onto the edge. She does her best to not touch your legs as she scoots closer towards your core. Her eyes are on your underwear, the outlines of your cock barely visible under the moonlight.

She licks her lips, before trying to take off your boxers. Which isn't as easy as it seems, since you don't move your hips. The only thing Yena can do is pull down your waistband.

Her eyes grow wide when she sees your cock in real life. Karina's picture was nice and all. But up close your cock looks even better. Bigger.

She hesistantly gives your tip a kiss, testing the waters. When she sees no reaction, Yena opens, her mouth, ready to suck your cock. Her lips wrap around your tip, both of her hands slightly pulling your waistband down. Yena closes her eyes as she relishes in the feeling of your cock in her mouth. This might be cheating. But if she can make you cum like this... Her lips form a smile around your dick as she starts to slowly bob her head.

The new sensation of Yena's blowjob changes up your dreams a little. It makes them more sexual. You start to dream of the three girls,giving you head, as Karina rides your face. Unbeknownst to you, the wetness you feel around your cock is real.

Until Yena stops. Her hair keeps getting in the way. She lets your cock slip out of her mouth, letting it fall onto your stomach. She slowly lets go of your boxers, before reaching for her wrist. She takes off the hair band, before starting to put her pink hair into a poytail. She licks her lips as she ties her hair back.

After tugging a loose strand of hair behind her ear, Yena gets right back at it. Like before, she pulls down the waistband of your boxers with two hands. Her mouth kisses along the length of your shaft, before she takes it into her mouth, lifting your cock off your stomach. She tries to stay silent as she continues her work, but can't help an occasional hum.

Her eyes grow wide when she hears footsteps behind her. Yena is unable to turn her head, without letting your cock fall out, so she doesn't see who it is. But when she sees a hand wrap around the lower half of your shaft, she hears Chaewon's voice in her ear.

"Let me have a taste, you slut."

Yena slightly shakes her head, Your cock still inside her mouth. It makes you move, the dream you are having becoming hotter and hotter. The two girls hold their breath, hoping you didn't wake up.

"You have to share."

Chaewon whines, trying to get Yena off your cock. At this rate she might make you cum in your sleep. But that doesn't count, right? She tries to push the older girl away. Yena stands her ground, but Chaewon doesn't give up. Instead of pushing her away, she starts to kiss the lower half of your cock.

Although competing, the two girls work in tandem. When Yena takes more into her mouth, Chaewon kisses towards your base. When Yena almost lets your tip fall out of her mouth, Chaewon kisses upwards, as far as she is able to go.

The two girls suddenly hear a thud in the living room. Their eyes grow wide. Not wanting to get caught, they silently jump off your bed. Yena closes the door behind her, before the two girls run back to their room.

The sound of the door closing makes you stir awake. You had a great dream. You suddenly feel kinda odd. Your cock feels...wet. What the hell? Was the dream too good? Did you actually cum in your sleep?

You get out of the bed as you feel the urge to use the bathroom. The watermelon right before bed was a bad idea.

Walking through the living room, you stop as your gaze finds Minju, lying on the mattress.

Her blanket is only covering the upper part of her body, which is good for your attempt to last through this month, because you don't see a bra srap on Minju's shoulders.

But her lower half pushes you close nonetheless. She isn't wering pajamas. Only a red, high waisted thong is covering her center. Her cheeks aren't covered at all and you have to use all your discipline to not reach down and take a handful. The waistband is covered with small sparkling stones. You can only read a couple of letters, but realize that it says "Victoria Secret". Karina has one or two of those. You never really expected Minji to wear stuff like this. She always struck you as an innocent, coy girl.

As soon as you shut the bathroom door behind you, Minju starts to move. How did this not work? How are you able to walk past her after not nutting for almost a whole month? Minju grows frustrated with you and herself, ready to use her last option.

She doesn't even think about the possibility that you would never cheat on Karina. She turns around, now lying on her back. She doesn't want to make it too obvious, because that might lead to the wrong reaction on your part. Minju decides to keep her top half covered. But she furiously starts to rub her clit over her panties. Her goal? To create a big wet spot on her panties, before you come back out.

When she hears you use the sink, she feels the wet fabric over her pussy. It was almost too easy to make herself wet and almost too hard to stop. The excitment of the chance to get to fuck you in the next couple of minutes makes Minju sigh. She closes her eyes again as she sees the light in the bathroom turn off.

You step out of the room, seeing Minju now lying on her back. Even with barely any light at all, the wet spot on her thong is visible. You grow hard at the sight. It would be too easy to...

You shake your head. You would never cheat on Karina.

Minju hears you leaving. Without thinking, she starts to whisper.

"Oh, oppa. That feels so good."

Your heart stops as you turn around. Minju's brows are furrowed as she rubs her thighs together.

"How do you even fit in me?"

Another moan makes you even harder. You step forward. Your mind on the edge of breaking.

You have held out for almost a month without cuming now. You have a feeling that the three girls keep trying to make you fail. Or even try to get you to fuck them. Does Karina know about this? Did she plan this? That ridiculous thought enters your head. No way. Karina would never want to see you with another woman. Right? She never talked about something like this.

And here you are. Now towering over Minju as the young woman pretends to have a wet dream about you. Her occasional moans make you want to pound her hard.

"Inside of me. Breed me."

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prettysuper · 2 months

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@reddrakebird:

If there was one thing Conner Kent could put his mind to - it was sulking. If there was a world record for the number of days spent wallowing in self-pity, Kon was fairly certain he could win it outright out of sheer stubbornness. During the disaster in Metropolis, Kon had spent the entire day rescuing people from the destruction of his own rage manifested. Finally, Kal had placed his hand on his back and told him to go home. But where was home? Kon didn't know anymore. He was starting to doubt everything all over again. Hurt tugged at his heartstrings like a grappling claw from an arcade machine. Humiliation crawled up the back of his throat. Stupid boy. He spent the next several days on the moon, wanting to isolate himself from everything and everyone, lost in self-deprecating thoughts. But there it was safe to kick at the dust, pull off his shades and just yell; eyes heating up as he shot heat-vision far off into space. Screaming where nobody could hear you. It was ugly. It was lonely. But most of all it was cathartic. Memories replayed in his head; those blue saddened eyes haunting him 384,400 km away. Eventually, he had to go back to the farm. Ma would worry about him. Ma worried about everyone. And sooner or later, Krypto would track him down and then he'd have to deal with talking to Kal about his feelings. Hard pass. Kon eventually headed down to the Kent farm, spending lunch with Ma reassuring her that he'd be fine - just on a mission with his friends. It was a white lie, and one he wasn't sure she entirely bought but she didn't probe further and he appreciated that. Eventually, he got out his phone to check on Bart. That's when the number of missed calls and messages hit him; a perfect twenty. How very like Tim. His stomach wavered as he clicked on the notification, scrolling up to read from the top. At first his eyes rolled, breath hardened as Tim asked if he was okay, then a few messages later if he wanted to talk. But the more he scrolled, the more he felt his chest tighten until eventually he crumbled and messaged the other man a simple, short text back. He busied himself helping out the farm with iits chores the rest of that afternoon before heading inside to grab a shower in he early evening. Taking the time to wash the grime off his skin, Kon got out (this time with a towel wrapped around his waist), heading to Kal's old room, which had temporarily become his when the Kents unofficially adopted him. He pulled out a fresh costume and grabbed his jacket, fixing his hair in the mirror, before doing up his boots and belt and sticking his shades securely onto his face. He got to the studio in Bludhaven deliberately a minute late just to keep Tim sweating. Hovering outside Timothy's window, Kon tapped a rare and gentle knock on the glass as he floated in the air outside, waiting for permission to come in. In his other hand, he held a small box of glazed doughnuts, picked up on the way there.

He waited for Timothy to open it, before passing him the box and slipping inside, careful not to bang his head on the window frame.

"Hey." He mumbled awkwardly; no hint of anger or malice left in his voice. He'd already exhausted that harshly into space. His face saddened at the visible darkened circles underneath the smaller man's eyes and the sunken in cheeks beneath them. "Long week, no sleep huh?"

#[ interaction: red robin ]#reddrakebird #[ main verse:// second star to the right & straight on till morning ✨]

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schoopsahoy · 1 year

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whip it!

steve harrington x roller-rink!reader {4.5k} steve gets forced into taking the kids to the new roller rink, but he doesn’t mind so much once he meets you. basically just steve being a massive simp for reader. no use of y/n, reader uses she/her pronouns.

“Can you all slow down? You’re gonna end up on the floor before you even get inside.” Steve watches as the group of kids he’s somehow been roped into looking after clamber out of his car, legs over arms and feet hitting one another as they rush towards the door of the roller rink.

It’d opened up in the next town over a couple of weeks back, and since then all he’s heard is “please Steve we’ll pay for the gas” and “don’t you want us to have fun? after all the shit we’ve been through?” The guilt tripping worked, of course, and that’s how he ended up carting 4 kids out of town to spend an hour throwing themselves around on roller skates.

“Pick up the pace, Steve!” Dustin shouts back as the older boy drags his feet behind the group, the younger teenagers already at the door itching to get inside.

“Yeah, come on, hurry up.” Max and Lucas join in the heckling, whilst Mike just stands with his arms crossed giving Steve that infamous unimpressed stare.

“Alright, alright!” Steve huffs as he quickens his step a little, following his friends - though today they were better described as nuisances- inside the building.

“Wow Steve, real nice, I forget how generous you are.” Dustin quips, always the one to bite back to Steve’s remarks. It was why he was Steve’s favourite.

Steve just flips him off, shooing the group towards the counter so they can actually get on the rink, and then in turn get out. The place was already giving him a headache, and it’d been what? Two minutes?

“Hey!” You grin up at the group of teens from your barstool behind the counter, hands braced on the counter so you can push and twist iit from side to side. “How many’s it for?”

“Four, please.” Dustin pushes his pile of quarters and a few crumpled dollars across the counter towards you, a toothy grin on his face.

“Awesome, you guys rollerbladed before?” You look along the line of teenagers who all shake their heads at you, minus the red haired girl who gives you a small, barely there nod. “It’s easy, you’ll get the hang of it in no time.”

Your voice is sweet, like it could be coated with honey or molasses, and is probably the last thing he expected to hear at a roller rink full of grotty kids and their unimpressed parents. When he finally gets a glimpse of you he thinks you somehow look sweeter than your voice, if that was possible. Your hair pulled up high but a little messy as your bangs fall out the front and frame your face, lips coated a cherry red that matches your works logo printed across your shirt and the red hot pants you’re wearing. You’re all long legs and saccharine smiles, and Steve thinks he might be in love.

“Stop gawking, Harrington.” Lucas turns and smacks a backhand to Steve’s chest, pulling him out of whatever trance you seem to have him in.

“Shut up.” Steve hisses at the boy, eyebrows raising in some sort of warning that holds no real power and he knows it.

You think it’s cute, and try to quell the smile that wants to work its way across your lips. You busy yourself with counting up the mounds of change the teenagers had placed on the counter, overhearing the group bicker under their breaths with the older boy.

“Well you’re all paid up, you get an hour on the rink, we’ll call your wristband colour when it’s time for you to scoot.” You wave the paper wristbands at the teens, them all eagerly putting their arms onto the counter so you can affix them.

“And you’re their guardian I’m guessing?” Your eyes are still focused on sticking the wristbands carefully together, but the question is clearly posed at Steve, who’s still cursing Lucas for as good as ruining any chance he had at even speaking with you.

“I guess, technically, I’m just the babysitter.” Steve shrugs, ruffling Dustin’s curls much to the boys dismay.

“Cute.” You finish attaching the last wristband and finally look up at Steve, your eyes glistening like they’ve got stars inside them that flicker and glow with each blink. “I just need you to sign in, essentially says if anything happens you’re in charge of taking them to their parents or the ER or wherever they need to go.” You slide a clipboard across the counter, a slip of paper already half filled with phone numbers and signatures. “You guys can go collect your skates from the desk just down there.” You smile at the group who quickly scurry off, hands grabbing at arms to drag one another over to the desk a few meters away.

“Does that happen a lot?” Steve scribbles down his name and phone number, now starting to really regret agreeing to be the chaperone for the outing if it has a high potential to end in an emergency room visit. He passes the clipboard back over to you and you look over the details to check everything’s okay before tucking it back under the counter.

“Nah, not really. Kids are pretty resilient, they’d have to really go down to do any actual damage.” You shrug, tapping your pen against the hard surface in front of you as you lean your other elbow there, chin resting against the palm of your hand. “You sure you don’t wanna go for a spin?” There’s a little teasing in your voice, not quite mean but just confident enough to have Steve choking on his words.

“Yeah, I - I’m sure. Someone’s gotta be responsible, right?” Steve chuckles, hand going to the back of his neck to rub at the skin there. It’s way too hot in this place, he thinks. That’s definitely the only reason he’s feeling flustered.

“Well if you change your mind, you know where I am.” You blink up at him through thick lashes, corners of your mouth curling into a smile and Steve thinks he might actually faint or maybe even drop dead if he doesn’t catch his breath in the next few seconds.

“Steve! Stop flirting and get over here!” Dustin cups his hands around his mouth as he shouts just to make sure his voice travels far enough, it definitely would’ve reached Steve without the added amplification.

Steve thinks he’s definitely going to drop dead now. “I better go. Duty calls.” He chuckles nervously and juts his head towards the kids who were now all standing watch.

“See y’around, Steve Harrington.” The way you say his name makes his stomach twist into a knot, he didn’t know it could sound so pretty considering he’s heard it every day of his life but here he is, hoping he gets to hear you say it again.

You wave him off as he goes to join the group of teens, all clutching their new roller blades and giggling amongst themselves as Steve chastises them for ‘making him look like a dickhead’. You press your lips together and sit back on your seat slightly, pulling your eyes away from Steve so that you don’t look like a complete weirdo staring at him.

You’ve always been confident, walking tall and smiling your way through life. It came pretty easy to you, not in a big headed way but more just self assured. It wasn’t the first time a guy had gotten shy around you, but there was something about Steve that piqued your interest. Besides the fact that he was undeniably the prettiest guy you’d seen in a long time. It also made a nice change to have someone your own age in the building other than your co-workers, normally you dealt with grumpy parents or exhausted teachers and sure you were nice to them but you didn’t actually want to talk to them, get to know them more than just a name and number.

You don’t have much time to think about it though, because more kids are piling through the door and you’ve got wristbands to give out, now’s not the time to start daydreaming about a guy you met for all of five minutes.

After about half an hour of sitting on the sidelines and watching the kids loop around and around the wooden rink to obnoxiously loud music, Steve has well and truly had enough. The coke he bought was too sweet and hurt his teeth and was definitely making his headache worse.

He runs a hand over his face, slouched over so his arms can rest on his knees because the bench he was sitting on wasn’t exactly the comfiest and sitting up straight against the hard backboard was hurting his spine.

“Looks like you’re having fun.” You sit yourself down next to him on the bench, a cherry slush in your hands and a teasing smile on your face. You smell just as sweet as the rest of you, vanilla and cherry and just a hint of something floral underneath the rest of the candied notes.

Steve instantly sits up straighter, a little wide eyed at the fact you’re actually sitting next to him. “S’that obvious?” He gives you a sort of apologetic smile, as if you’re going to be mad he’s not having the time of his life at your work.

“Just a little.” You sip your slush, lipstick leaving a red stain around the white straw. “Y’know we run an over 18s night the first thursday of every month, you should come. I promise it’s more fun, plus you can bring some friends your own age.”

“Are you asking because you need to get numbers up? You got, like, a referral scheme going on or something?” Steve jokes, though he does genuinely want to know, it’s just easier to pose the question this way.

You laugh a little and shake your head. “No, I’m asking because you’re cute and it’s an easy way to see you again.” You’re nonchalant with your words, but they make Steve’s breath catch in his throat.

“You won’t be working?”

“I‘m sure I can swing an evening off if I’ve got a reason to.” You stand up from your spot next to Steve and stretch out your back a little. “Just think about it.”

“Do I at least get your name? Might help my friends believe that the pretty girl actually invited me.” Steve was staring up at you, the dim overhead lights casting shadows over his face and accentuating his features. His eyes almost looked black, his irises deep brown with large pupils in the low light. You really do think he’s pretty.

“Sorry handsome, just assumed you could read.” You tap a red lacquered nail against the name tag on your shirt, Steve’s eyes following your pointer and a small ‘oh’ falling from his lips. “I’ll see you Thursday.” You say it more as a statement than a question, eyebrows raised a little but a playful smile on your lips as you walk back to your desk.

Steve doesn’t mind sitting around as much after that, the next half hour passes much quicker than the last because his mind is reeling over the fact that you want to see him again. He’d pinch himself but he might look a little insane and he doesn’t want you to revoke the invite.

By the time the kids make their way over to him, skates returned and sufficient energy burned, he’s still in a world of his own.

“Earth to Steve, hello!” Dustin waves his hand in front of Steve’s face, the older boy flinching back from the palm that’s dangerously close to his face.

“Chill out, idiot, I can see you.” Steve huffs, standing up from his spot on the bench that never did get more comfortable.

“You gonna stay and gawk all night or actually take us home?”

“You’re all assholes, you know that?” Steve pushes the curly haired boy in front of him, the group all heading towards the door to the parking lot.

“She’s too cool for you, dude.” Dustin calls back, making sure to be a few feet in front to prevent another shove.

Steve groans. “I will literally leave you all here.”

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Your shift had finished half an hour ago, and changing out of your uniform had taken you all of five minutes as you swapped your staff t-shirt for a black turtleneck of your own and tucked it into the pleated red skirt you’d worn on shift, which means you’ve spent about 25 minutes lingering at the bar and making small talk with your colleagues.

You’d promised to hang around for a little while anyway, some of your friends finishing work at the same time so it meant you could all properly catch up, but mainly you were hoping that Steve would actually show up.

Thinking back, maybe you were too casual with your invite. Not specific enough that you wanted him to come to see you, not just because you think he’d have fun. You hope that’s not the case.

Steve, on the other hand, is getting an earful from his friends on the drive over. He tried to bring it up subtly, that they should try something new for a change and there was definitely no other reason that he had a sudden interest in roller skating. But apparently Dustin had already snitched to Eddie, outed him as having a big teenage crush on the pretty girl who works at the rink, so he had no choice but to own up and beg his friends to just do this one thing for him, please, just this once.

To his surprise, they’d agreed. Albeit reluctantly, mostly just to see him fumble over his words and attempt to flirt, but that was good enough for him.

Your skates are slung over your shoulder, laces tied together so they can hang there without you needing to keep a hold on them. You lean against the bar, facing out across the rink that is a lot calmer than usual, making small talk with your friends but not really paying attention. They know why you’re distracted, so you don’t feel as guilty for being a little out of it.

So when you see Steve, and who you assume are his friends, walk in, none of them are shocked as you excuse yourself from the group and walk over to the boy with a big grin on your face.

“Steve Harrington, you came.” You meet him midway across the room, staring up once you’re in front of him with big eyes and sickly sweet smile. “And you brought grown ups.” You look at the three people Steve was with, who all look between you and Steve a little bewildered.

“Yeah, well, you know how much I loved it here last time.” Steve chuckles, hands shoved into his back pockets. Robin coughs behind him, looking at him with raised brows when he turns around. “Uh, this is Robin, Eddie and Nancy. All grown ups.”

You introduce yourself to them all, polite ‘hello’s’ and ‘nice to meet you’s’ exchanged before you turn your attention back to Steve. “You want a drink? I can definitely get us free soda but they know I’m not 21 yet so I can’t get much else.” You hold your hand out to Steve, and his brain short circuits a little bit before he actually takes it so you can guide him over to the bar.

“He wasn’t lying.” Eddie looks between Nancy and Robin, who both look back at him with the same shocked expression. Not to be cruel, but it did sound too good to be true.

“Huh, can’t believe all it took for Steve to get back in the game was to get out of Hawkins.” Robin nodded, watching you and Steve make your way across the floor.

You walk backwards so you can keep looking at Steve as you move, he looks even better than you remember. “Y’know, you had me worried you were gonna stand me up for a minute there.” You smile at him, tongue pressed to the roof of your mouth and a playful look in your eyes.

“I’d have to be real stupid to do that.” Steve can barely focus because all he can feel is how soft your hand is in his, the tips of your nails pressing gently against his skin. It’s barely there, a minuscule pressure that is somehow all he can feel.

You giggle and shake your head at him before turning to actually look where you’re going. Steve breathes and realises he’s been holding his breath since you held his hand.

You get to the bar and ask Steve what he wants, but he just says to get him whatever you’re having, so you end up with two cherry slushes. “I swear this place is gonna make my teeth rot, I drink so many of these.” You hand Steve his drink and sip your own.

Steve takes a sip and wonders if that means you’d taste of cherries if he kissed you. “They’re pretty good though.”

“Ugh, I know.” You sigh. “D’you think your friends will want anything? I kinda dragged you away there.”

“Think they’ll definitely forgive you if you get ‘em slushes, especially Eddie.”

“That’s good, gotta make a good first impression.” You order 3 more of the same bright red drink, carefully placing them into your hand so they’re balancing against each other. “Okay, got the apology slush, let’s go.”

You move so smoothly, like the entire world bends itself around you. Steve thinks that maybe it does, you’re none the wiser.

You sit with Steve’s friends for a little while, crammed into one of the booths so you’re pressed close to Steve’s side. You lean into him a little, head almost resting against his shoulder as you answer their questions about you.

“You go to college?” Robin asks, her words muffled by the straw that she’s trying to sip from at the same time as speaking.

“Mhm.” You nod, fingers playing with the silver pendant that hangs around your neck. “Just community college though, nothing crazy.”

“What d’you study?”

“Oh it’s so boring, you’ll think I’m so lame.” You look up at Steve for the last part, doe eyed through your lashes.

Steve has to stop himself laughing at the thought of him ever thinking you’re lame, or anything even close. “I definitely won’t.”

“Yeah, you’re way cooler than Steve.” Robin agrees, instantly following up with a “no offense” as her friend shoots her a glare.

“I study finance, I always just sorta got math y’know? So it just made sense. Total snooze fest, I know.” You roll your eyes dramatically, leaning back so you’re tucked further into Steve’s side.

“So you’re, like, super smart then?”

“I’d say averagely smart.” You shrug, dropping the pendant from your fingers and placing your hand on Steve’s knee. “Right, I think it’s time we skate, don’t you?” You shuffle in your seat to nudge Steve along the booth. “C’mon, up and out.”

Steve wouldn’t even know how to begin to say no to you. He stands up out the booth, waving bye to his friends who all look at him like he’s a goner, absolutely done for. He probably is. “This is hardly fair, you’re basically a professional.”

“I’m giving you the perfect excuse to hold my hand and you’re complaining?” You tease, lips pulled into a pout.

“Yeah, you’re right, I’ll shut up.”

You perch near the edge of the rink to put your skates on, sat alone whilst Steve goes to sort getting some of his own. Your fingers pull the laces tight, they’re pretty worn from how often you use them so you make sure to tie them extra tight. Steve comes and sits next to you with his newly acquired pair, the smell of his cologne hitting you as soon as he’s there. “You smell really nice.”

Steve chuckles, pulling the skates on. “Thanks, so do you.” It feels like a pretty weak response considering how intoxicating your perfume is.

“Oh, that’s good. I was worried I smelled like wood polish and shoes after working.”

“Only a little bit.” Steve smirks at you, only a little bit and it’s so full of affection rather than anything cruel that you think you’d let him insult you all night and it’d be fine.

“You’re a real charmer, Steve Harrington.”

You take the lead heading onto the rink, so used to moving about in your skates that it feels natural at this point. Steve’s a little slower behind you, but he speeds up when you hold your hand out for him for the second time that night.

His hands much bigger than yours, fingers hooking through your own and gripping tight as you step onto the wooden floor of the rink.

Steve let’s you skate a little ahead of him, your arms stretched out but still joined at the hands. He can see you properly now, doused in colourful light that reflect off your skin and leave you looking like you’re in a kaleidoscope as you move. He feels a little embarrassed when you turn around and catch him staring, but you don’t seem to mind. You just smile at him, head tilted to one side as you hold out your other hand for him to take.

“You’re gonna have to tell me if I’m gonna bump into someone.” You’re facing Steve fully now, feet gliding to push you backwards whilst you hold both his hands.

“That’s a lot of responsibility to give to a guy you’ve met once.”

You shrug. “I’ll take the risk.”

You move around the rink slowly, not really focused on your surroundings as you talk about yourselves a little more. There’s a few close calls where you nearly skate into people, barely pulled away in time by Steve who keeps apologising even though it just makes you laugh.

“I’m sorry, I’m being a really bad guide.” Steve pulls you out of the way of another person, inadvertently bringing you closer to him as he does.

“It’s okay, I’ll let it slide. Only ‘cause you’re cute.”

Every time you compliment him, Steve genuinely worries his heart might stop beating. That or beat so hard it pushes its way out his chest.

After a while you end up standing at the edge of the rink, feet still moving a little so you can twist on the spot. Your fingers are playing with the hem of your skirt, nails brushing against the skin of your thighs. Steve tries to stop himself looking, because he doesn’t want to look like a creep. It’s totally not appropriate to stare at a girl's thighs the second time you meet her, he thinks to himself, as much as he might really want to.

You’re completely oblivious to his internal debate, just musing on about how you’d just got the newest Pet Shop Boys album on tape but when you look up from your hands you realise that Steve’s not really paying attention. “You’re totally not listening.” You don’t sound mad, if anything you sound a little amused as Steve seems to snap out of his trance and look down at you with an apologetic smile.

“I’m sorry, it’s just, you’re so pretty and cool and you’re smart, and you’re talking to me and it’s just -“ The words fall out of Steve’s lips quickly and all in one breath, because if he doesn’t say it now he might actually explode. “It’s a bit crazy.”

You giggle at Steve’s rambling, reaching your hand out so your fingers brush against his. “So if I said I wanted to kiss you, that’d completely throw you for a loop?”

Steve swallows hard, trying to keep his cool. “Might kill me on the spot.” He’s only half joking.

“Oh, I better not then.” You bite down on your bottom lip and let out a small sigh for dramatic effect.

“I’ll take the risk.” He repeats what you said to him before, his honey brown eyes focused on you as they flick between your eyes and your mouth.

You move your body closer to his and bring a hand up to the side of his face, running your thumb slowly across his cheek down to his jaw. His skins soft, save for the small specks of stubble that are scattered across his jawline, but they feel nice under the pad of your thumb. Your fingers rest at the nape of his neck, brushing against the curls that gather there and tangling in them.

You pull his face down to you gently, no real pressure applied but more of a guidance. You push up as much as you can on the balls of your feet, closing the gap between you and pressing your lips to his. It’s a simple kiss, soft and a bit cautious but still sweet. More than enough to make Steve feel a bit dizzy from it.

You pull away, still keeping your face close to his. “Still alive?”

Steve can feel your breath against his lips as you speak, your voice so warm and soft he thinks he might melt. “Just about.” He whispers, the moment a bit too surreal for him to speak any louder. Like it might all disappear if he does.

You grin at him, and feel a swell in your chest at his sweetness. You don’t normally find yourself taken by any guys, but something about Steve had you feeling like a teenager with her first crush again. Maybe it was because he just seemed so enamored by you for no other reason than the fact you were you. You weren’t going to question it.

You end up writing your number on the back of Steve’s hand, carefully drawn out numbers in red sharpie that you’ve picked up from behind the counter and a little heart next to it. “Don’t do that dumb thing guys do where they wait like a week to call, ‘cause it’ll wash off by then and you’d have to come here and hope I write it down again.”

“Would you write it down again?” Steve asks even though there’s no way he’s not going to call you tomorrow. He’d call you tonight if it wasn’t a crazy person thing to do.

“You could just call me and then you won’t have to worry.”

“I’m obviously going to call you.”

You lean up and press another kiss against his cheek, your lips plush against his skin and he can feel their touch even after you move away. “Good move.”

thank u for reading !! i’m going to write a second part / sequel for this so keep your eyes peeled if h enjoyed this <3

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kkuzushi · 7 months

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" 𝗳𝗼𝗿 𝘆𝗼𝘂𝗿 𝗽𝗹𝗲𝗮𝘀𝘂𝗿𝗲 "

✦ 𝗰haracters: sub!heizou x dom!reader

✦ 𝗰w: (slight?) himbofication, nipple play, overstimulation, praise, degradation, cock can be interpreted as strap

✦ 𝘄ord count: 1.05k

✦ 𝗻otes: I do apologize for my inexperience in writing smut, please enjoy nonetheless. <3

Taking part in the Tenryou Commission, the job has its own set of pros and cons. Although you didn’t expect that a certain mischievous individual would get attached to you just after a month of settling into your position.

Is this one of the pros or cons? Or maybe something in between that? You weren’t sure, all that filled your mind right now is how a red haired detective is pushed right against a wooden table by you, his own hands clutching onto your shoulders.

Lower garments hanging on the chair behind you, covert areas being exposed to the lustful eyes of the detective. What was supposed to be a teasing peck turned into a whole make out session.

As your tongue mingle with his, your hands goes up from the edge of the table to his shirt. Is it even a shirt? The lateral parts of his torso are easily exposed, just a single side glance could reveal those cute nipples of his.

Speaking of nipples, your fingers easily swayed those buds, returning a squeal from the male.

“Mphff~ s-shenstive ffthere..~ ♡♡” his mewls vibrated right into your mouth, a slight shiver being sent down your spine. The sounds he let out only motivated you to pinch his nipples, a loud “a-hAH~!” emerging out of him right after.

The simple stimulation of fingers circling around made his nipples hard, even earning you soft moans.

As you pulled away, he immediately whined, “noOoo.. I want more!~”, only for you to reply with, “Patience, Heizou.” The man continued to whine either way but now it's much softer after hearing your tone.

You grab his thighs and lift him up on the table. As if to take a hint, Heizou spread his legs open for you, revealing his hard cock that's already leaking with precum.

"Already?" A mocking smirk formed in your lips as you looked again at Heizou, "Don't you have any manners, you slut?"

It was an insult yet it made the man's excitement grew more, the way his cock twitched right after the word 'slut' left your mouth served more than just a small evidence.

Not wasting enough time, your hand quickly came in contact with his length, stroking him quick enough to surprise him.

"uMNGFF- ahnn~! ♡" Heizou moaned, his hands grabbing the edge of the table as his legs rubbed together, squirming right under your touch.

Few more strokes of your palm was enough to send the detective reeling with uncontrollable moans.

The high pitched notes he let out were perfect, angelic even; unfortunately for him—it's over. His eyes opened wide, a confused yet dazed expression left his face once he felt your hand end the pleasure he so enjoyed.

Your palm was full of sticky, white fluid. Using it as lubricant, you spread it on your own strap, prepping it just for your detective.

"Ready?" You hummed, leaning your hips forward as your tip hit right in his entrance. Heizou nodded frantically before you finally pushed yourself right in.

"aaHHN~!! ♡" A loud moan that could be mistaken as a scream left his throat, his arms now wrapping around your neck, his nails digging right into your skin.

"Fuck, so warm.." You grunted. No matter how many times you both have done this secretly, he's still tight as ever.

You loved him this way.

As you fully bottomed out, it took a few seconds before Heizou was already begging you, "Fuck me. Fuck me! Turn me into your toy!"

At least he was ready now, your hips starting to thrust back and forth, your hands placed on his hips. The sounds of flesh hitting flesh echoed in the room, your pace speeding as Heizou's volume increased at the same time.

"You like this? Turning into my toy?" You chuckled, grunting with every thrust you give him. "Y-Yeshh~ love iiT-AH?!" his sentence was interrupted with a loud moan. It seems like you've hit his prostate.

You smirked once you felt that soft area, now you can abuse it to your heart's content. Hips moving to and fro, nails digging to your back, you could just cum on the spot.

His eyes rolled back, "h-hah- feelsh shoo goodffh~! ♡♡", moans streaming out of his throat with his tongue lolling out.

"hngh! gonna cum~ aahh~!!" Heizou screamed, his trembling legs wrapping around your waist to pull you closer. The more you thrust, the more he could feel that tightening knot grow in his stomach.

"Go on then, cum for me like the whore you are," permission granted by you. Soon enough, strings of cum shot out to his stomach and yours.

Of course, this isn't the end. He's not the only one who can have fun with this. "Good boy," you coo directly to his ear, gentler thrusts from you helped him ride out his high.

"But it's not over yet," you whispered, eyes widening once he feels your hands manhandle him—turning him to his back. Now you can get a better look of his ass.

One sharp thrust, he's reeling with moans, "nnGHAA~ shenshitiveee!~ ♡" which earned a smirk from you. This was your favorite thing to do, overstimulate your little detective.

A few more thrusts made his legs give out, back arching as he could only rely on the support of your hands, and your tip hitting right into his already abused prostate.

"sho full~ your whore is sho fullll!" he mewled against the table, his cheeks nuzzling right on the edge as he tries to look at your ecstatic expression.

"My whore?"

"Your whore!"

Heizou was so fucked dumb, he thinks of himself as your whore already! To reward him, your thrust turned rough and fast, gripping into his ass.

You didn't even need to fuck him that long as you were already feeling his hole tightening around your heat, causing a moan out of you.

It was getting hard to thrust, his walls suffocating you. "I'm gonna cum," you warned, to which he replied with, "i-inside! cum inside..!"

As he tells you his last wish, you came right inside. Warm liquid filling him to the brim, making him cum as well.

Your thrusts get slower, just enough to ride out both highs. "That's a good whore, you took me so well," you praised one last time before kissing his cheek.

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lancermylove · 5 months

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Exchange Program (HC)

Fandom: Obey Me

Pairing: No pairing. Featuring demons.

Warning: None

Requested by: Anon

Prompt: Can I ask about some headcanons for the OM demons and how they would react to the demon brothers' younger sister volunteering to go on an exchange to the Human Kingdom (she is very curious about everything and wants to experience being an exchange student)? And how would they react when she finally returns from the exchange (either a visit in the middle of the course or at the end, when the exchange year is over)?

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Lucifer

Lucifer did not expect you to volunteer to go to the human world, especially since you never said you wanted to go there. Though he is worried about you, he decides to let you explore the other worlds to expand your knowledge. Iit's only right to let you foster your independence. When you return, he is relieved. While he wants you to experience other worlds, he is worried someone will try to hurt or use you to get to him and his brothers.

Mammon

Mammon doesn't want you to go anywhere, especially not the human world, without one of them coming with you. Yes, you are growing up, but that doesn't mean he can let you go to places where the beings are selfish beyond belief. He tries to stop you under the name of protection but reluctantly agrees. Mammon is happy when you return and asks you to tell him everything that happened. Did anyone hurt you? Did you eat and sleep properly? What did you do? He wants ALL the details.

Levi

Levi is worried when you volunteer, and even though he knows you can take care of yourself, he doesn't want you to live with humans. He has seen in animes how mean humans can be and doesn't want you to get hurt. In the end, he gives in to your will but asks you to visit whenever you can. He also asks you to bring him anime-related gifts for him. When you return, and that too with gifts, Levi finally lets out a breath of relief. He thanks you for the gifts but asks you to not volunteer again.

Satan

While Satan has no experience with humans, he knows from books that the human society is far more chaotic and unpredictable than Devildom, so he is worried about your safety. Yes, you are a demon and can take on any human, but what about emotional wounds? Will you be able to bear them? He warns you to be cautious and not trust anyone but reminds you to enjoy your time there. Once you come home, Satan wants to learn everything about humans, your experiences, and the adventures you went on.

Asmo

While Asmo is concerned about your safety, especially since you will be there alone, he wants you to live your life and have fun. Even if the others tell you to focus on your studies, Asmo whispered to enjoy your time there, make friends, and attend parties. But also reminds you to be careful. He secretly asks Solomon to visit you from time to time and let him know how you are doing. When you return, Asmo wants to know everything about your social life there. But the thing he wants to know the most is: did you find someone you like?

Beel

Do you have to go? He won't be there to protect you if something happens, which concerns him. When you reassure him you will be fine, Beel puts his faith in you and asks you to promise you will take care of yourself. However, he is restless the entire time you are gone and eats more than usual. Once you come back to Devildom, Beel gives you a tight bear hug. And when you show him all the snacks you brought for him, his happiness skyrockets.

Belphie

Why do you want to go out of your way to experience difficulties when you can live a life of luxury and laziness in Devildom? Why the human world? Belphie doesn't trust them and thinks you are putting yourself in harm's way, but since he sees how much you want to go there, he gives in. However, Belphie warns you to be careful around humans and not trust them. When you return, he hopes you don't plan on going back and making him worry about your well-being more.

Diavolo

Diavolo has no issues with you volunteering, but the prince is worried about Lucifer. When you leave, he knows Luci will feel more stressed and worry like there is no tomorrow, even though he will never show it. Diavolo leaves the pride of Devildom in your hands and tells you to represent the realm well. Once you return, the prince wants to know everything about humans and their ways from A to Z. While you tell him your experiences, he listens with bated breath and sparkling eyes.

Barbatos

The butler believes you need to experience different things in life, even if there is a slight danger associated with it. Not that he will say this out loud, especially when Lucifer is around. He knows your brothers will worry about your safety but believes you can take care of yourself. Like Diavolo, he asks you to uphold the name of Devildom with grace. He is happy to see you when you come back and even happier that your stories bring a smile to Diavolo's face.

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mapileonxputellas · 2 years

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Little Sister (Mapi Leon, Alexia Putellas x Reader)

Request and description found here. Wanted to get a little something out this weekend. 2.6k words. Enjoy x

TW: head injury and mentions of blood

Moving to the other side of the country at just 18 was one of the hardest but best decisions of your life. You’d impressed at your local team and the u17’s for Spain but you knew that you had to make the most of the current hype and consider all the options you had for your first professional contract. There was a lot of pressure having been described as a ‘generational talent’ but you couldn’t allow that to get to you.

When Barca come calling it is hard to say no, but you knew your parents wouldn’t be able to make the journey with you, they were both settled in their jobs, your younger siblings were settled in school and they couldn’t leave your elderly grandparents. But all of that left you just over a year ago stood outside the training centre in Barcelona knowing no-one and wondering if all this has been a mistake.

1 year ago….

You’d arrived at Barcelona a few days before pre-season started and though you’d originally planned to try and look round the city, you didn’t realise how lonely it would be on your own. So in a way you were grateful to meet the players but that meant meeting some of your idols as well. Being an out and out centre forward you’d grew to model your game on the efficiency of Hermoso, the creativity of Putellas and the delivery of León.

They were all behind those doors, waiting for everyone to gather but it was almost as if you couldn’t move your legs. The nerves had paralysed you, but you were brought out of the trance by a soft hand on your back.

“Hola.” It was fair to say you were embarrassed that the one and only Alexia Putellas had been the one to catch you in this state. “You must be Y/N.”

“Hola. Yes that’s me.” You confirmed shaking her hand.

“What are you doing out here then, come inside. We really don’t bite, well other than Patri. Come on”

If it hadn’t of been for Alexia you probably would have been stood there all day, but she was the one to take you inside, introduce you to everyone and make sure you were settled in the dressing room. Which is where you met Mapi, as she insisted you call her when you stumbled out Maria, who took you under her wing on the training pitch. Partnering up with you for the exercises and talking tou through what was going to happen next.

“Here’s our numbers.” Alexia passed me a piece of paper as the three of us walked outside after training. “If you need anything or just need someone to speak to please use them. Iit must be daunting being here alone.”

“Thank you.”

“How are you getting home?” Mapi asked.

“Oh, I was planning on walking. It’s only like 20 minutes.”

“Nonsense, come on I’ll give you a lift.” Mapi almost instructed me, taking the bag out of my hands as she walked to the cars lined up outside. “I’ll pick you up for training tomorrow as well.”

“Thank you, really you don’t have to do this.”

“I know, now come on.”

…..

That became the routine of your pre-season, Mapi would pick you up and drop you off after training. You went out for the team bonding sessions and made friends with the girls closer to your age, but by the end of the night you were always found with one or both of them making sure you got home safely.

You made several cameos in the warm up games, but you knew you would have to be patient and just wait for your time to come. That came sooner than you thought it would as in the final training session, Jenni appeared to pull up at the end and Jonatan pulled you to the side.

“Jenni cannot play tomorrow so we’re going to put you in from the start. Are you ok with that or do you want me to change formation? Are you ready?”

“I’m ready, I promise I won’t let you down.”

“I know you won’t.”

So that’s how you found yourself at 18 years old making your debut for Barcelona in the first match of the season, granted it was a team who barely scraped relegation last season but it was an opponent none the less.. With that came the expectation and therefore the nerves as you made your last few preparations to get ready.

“Give me those.” Alexia shooed your hands away as you tried to lace up your boots for what was probably the fifth time, each time the laces twisting in your hands and not quite falling right. “Look at me. I watch you every day in training and you’re amazing, I’m not lying. Just go out there, be yourself and enjoy it. You’ll be fine.”

“I don’t want to let you all down.” You admitted.

“You won’t.” Mapi obviously was listening in and slid her arm around your shoulder. “No-one can ask for anything more than you just trying your best. Run hard and don’t let your nerves stop you.”

“Thank you, both of you.”

“No worries baby.”

Everything was a whirlwind after that moment, from walking out onto the pitch to giving it your all in the first half to help the team get 3-0 up. You’d tried to get on the end of a few crosses and driven at the defence but nothing was just quite working.

The manager kept his faith in you and left you on the field for the second half and finally your hard work was rewarded. A free kick was awarded just outside the box and Mapi was stood over it. Not being the tallest you were stood in line with the back post on the edge of the box and watched as the defender got her head to it but only cleared the ball as far as you. It was like time stood still as you put as much power onto the ball as possible and watched it curve into the far corner of the net past the oblivious goalkeeper.

You were brought back down to Earth as a pair of arms wrapped around your waist, immediately giving Mapi away as the culprit, flinging you into the air. “You did it!”

After everyone else had congratulated you, Alexia and Mapi wrapped their arms around your shoulder to walk back to the other side.

“See I told you, just believe in yourself.” Alexia said.

“I couldn’t have done it without you two.”

“We know.”

….

Fast forward a year and the bond between the three of you had only grew stronger. When you couldn’t afford to go home for Christmas, Alexia’s family had invited you into their family home for the day and you were a regular at Mapi’s for a takeaway after a game. The two of them were very protective of you but they were also the first to congratulate you as you made progress throughout your first season and became known as the impact substitution.

The heartbreak of Alexia’s ACl injury gave you the opportunity to repay every favour she’d given to you, keeping her company in days immediately before and after her surgery, running to the store whenever she needed anything and trying to take her mind off the hard journey she had ahead.

The second season was where you knew you had to make an impact, Jenni leaving left the door open for you to make a firm impression in the league and you knew you had to step it up in training. Everyone noticed a difference in you, from your professionalism in preparing for every session to the intensity and discipling you trained with, it was obvious how focused you were and how much you wanted to improve.

It was eerily silent as Mapi and Alexia pulled up outside of the training centre, the two of them running late as they had been chosen to attend a league sponsor event.

As they were walking over they noticed Patri and Irene stood by the doors with a look on their face that they couldn’t quite read. “Hey what are you two doing out here?” Alexia asked as they tried to enter the building but were stopped by the two of them blocking the entrance.

“Oh we managed to finish training early so we thought we’d save you the trip inside, you can go home.” Irene told the two but her eyes were elsewhere, as if she was looking out for something behind them.

“We can go? We don’t even have to speak to Jonathan, does he not want to know how the event went?”

“Oh I’m sure you can tell him tomorrow.”

Alexia was beginning to grow annoyed as Patri once again blocked her path inside. “Cut the crap, what’s going on? You two are acting suspicious.”

“Nothing.” But the look of panic on their faces became visible as ambulance sirens grew lounder and louder behind them until an ambulance came into view. “Shit.”

“What’s going on? Has something happened?”

“We didn’t want you to worry, she’s in the safest hands and we knew that you two would only panic and she needs to stay calm.”

“Who needs to stay calm?” Mapi asked but was just met with silence. “Who?”

“Y/N.”

Patri and Irene gave up the fight at that point, almost running to keep up with the ambulance crew and the other two players as they raced through onto the field whilst trying to explain the situation. “She was trying head the ball and collided with the post, she’s got quite a big cut on her hairline and she started complaining about her neck so they’ve tried to stabilise her neck. She’s 19, we’ve tried to reassure her but she’s very panicky.”

“You should have called us sooner.” Mapi was angry at the whole situation but at the moment Patri was taking the frustration. “We could have reassured her, she’s probably frightened.”

“We didn’t have much of a choice.”

Mapi and Alexia broke into a sprint as they came into view of the situation with the medical department around you and the team watching on from a few metres away.

“Mapi…” Irene tried to stop her from going over but it was no use as the defender shook her off.

“No, she needs me.”

The situation was a lot more serious than they ever could have expected, blood completely coated your face and shirt as one of the doctors continued to apply pressure to the wound. Another one holding onto your neck as they tried to talk to you.

“Hey babe.” Mapi and Alexia knelt down next to one side of you so the medical staff could continue on the other side, your eyes immediately finding their own as they gripped your hands. Tears evident in your eyes as you squeezed their hands. “Can’t leave you alone for one minute.”

“It really hurts.”

“I know it does, but the doctors are here and you’re going to be fine.” Alexia reassured her. “Where’s the pain coming from?”

“Mostly my head now.”

“That’s good.” Mapi could see the massive gash on your head as the paramedics tried to wrap it up. They’d seen enough head injuries now to know that the majority of the worry right now would be coming from the neck situation and any potentially career threatening injury there. “Just keep talking to us, keep that neck still and they’ll sort everything out.”

“I was speaking to my mum this morning and she wanted to invite you round at the weekend.” Alexia tried to distract her from the situation. “I think you’re definitely her new favourite daughter.”

“She’s the best.”

“Bagheera has been lost without you these last few weeks.” From looking out for Alexia, you’d started hanging out at Alexia’s place as a three rather than Mapi’s which left you missing a certain car. “She misses your cuddles.”

“Oh I love her.”

“Right we’re going to try and move her now and get her to the hospital.” The two girls looked up as the paramedic instructed everyone. “Is anyone coming to the hospital with us? Any family?”

“I’m not leaving her.” Mapi and Alexia both insisted. “We’re practically her family.”

“She has no immediately family in the area.” The club doctor confirmed. “These two will be able to calm her down the most.”

“Ok.”

……

The two of them didn’t leave your side, from moving you onto the ambulance, to arriving at the hospital and getting the initial checks done. Thankfully the scans on your neck had come back clear and they put the initial pain down to the impact of the collision with the post.

They wanted to keep you in longer to check for any longer lasting concussion damage but the final nurse finally left the three of you alone after stitching up the wound leaving you with a giant bandage across your forehead. It must have been in the early hours of the morning now but neither of them had made an attempt to leave yet.

“Wow, we leave you along for one session and this happens?” Alexia teased as the two sat either side of you finally alone after the long day.

“I don’t think that goal post and I can be friends anymore.” You tried to joke but the tears only started again. “I thought that was it for me today. I’ve heard about people suffering from spinal injuries and it only ever ends with their careers ending. I thought that was it and there was so much blood. I could see the panic in their eyes as they tried to treat me and the blood was just soaking everything.”

“It will take more than a goal post to stop you from becoming the best.” Alexia said. “Stop worrying about that now, all the checks have been double checked and everything has come back clear. I know it’s frightening in that moment but thankfully we’ve got through it.”

“We’re just upset we weren’t there for you,” You could see the struggle in Mapi’s eyes as the rarely emotional girl got upset. “I promise if you ever need me again then I’ll be there.”

“Don’t worry.” You were the one doing to the reassuring now. “You’re here now and that’s all that matters. I don’t think I would have liked to have been Irene and Patri trying to stop you though.”

“Mapi almost charged them down.”

“Are you feeling ok now? Do you need me to get you some more painkillers?” Mapi asked.

“No, it’s more just like a dull headache now. Thank you both so much for today, you don’t know how much I needed you both today and to know you’ve stayed with me this entire time…”

“And like I’ve told you a million times before we’re your sisters now.” Alexia reassured her, climbing up onto the bed, so you could rest your head on her shoulder. “I told you on that first day we’d be here if you ever needed us and you needed us today.”

“I love you both.”

“We love you too.” Mapi said, not quite managing to squeeze onto the bed but she held your hands together. “Just don’t scare me like that again.”

“I’ll try not to.”

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toxicanonymity · 1 year

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What if Corey has a CNC kink-

But he's worried you don't wanna do it so he keeps to himself but he gets upset and when you say that you also have the kink he just- goes feral-

Combined this with the ask from @yllcm below. . . my inner sommelier felt it was a good pairing.

Notes: NSFW 18+, unprotected PIV, CNC (con-noncon), noncon, Corey and Michael both alive after Halloween Ends.

PSA on Corey requests: don't take it personally if I don't answer something fast or spin it into Michael thirst lol. 💟

Background Notes: Corey and Michael both survive. I cant resist mentioning Michael revived Corey by snapping his neck, and the whole midnight procession was just from Laurie’s novel, a therapeutic exercise in closure. Corey gets out of town while things cool off.

You don’t quite believe it when Corey insists Michael is still alive, until you see Michael lurking around one day. Then, you see him again. It doesn’t seem like a coincidence that you’ve seen him twice in one week. It stays on your mind. You have trouble sleeping.

When you finally drift off for a nap, you have a very hot dream that Michael attacks you and has his way with you. Dream Michael is pummeling you and you’re about to come when you wake up. Shortly after, you receive a call from a restricted number.

- - -

“Hello?”

“Hey babe.” Corey's low voice sends a chill down your spine. “What are you doin?”

“Ohh, I was just taking a nap.”

“Aww, sorry for waking you up.”

“Nah, already woke up. What are you doing?”

“Nothing. Has anyone seen Michael around yet?”

“Actually I saw him myself.”

“You what? really?”

“Yeah, the first time I thought I was seeing things so I didn’t mention it. But today, I was sure.”

“No shit. Is he following you?”

“When are you going to tell me what happened?”

There’s a long pause.

“Not on the phone,” he says. “Wow, I wonder if he’s stalking you. Are you scared?”

“I was, but I just had the strangest dream and I'm not now.”

“What was the dream?”

“Actually it was kind of, um, sexual. I’m still pretty worked up.”

There’s a long pause.

“Sorry, I guess that’s weird.”

“No,” he says. Something changes in his voice. “It’s hot as hell.” He sighs. “What happened, did he fuck you?”

“Really? Okay. Yeah, he came into the diner when I was working. Everyone cleared out but me because I was in the bathroom.”

“Uh-huh”

“He walked straight across the diner and-”

“Did he pull his knife on you?” Corey breathes heavily.

“Yeah. I thought he was going to kill me, then he bent me over a table.”

“Fuck,” Corey breathes. “Then what.”

“Are you hard right now?”

“So hard. What happened next”

“I tried to escape while he had his cock in his hand. He caught me and threw me back down.”

“Ohhh my god”

“Then he forced me.”

“And you liked it?”

You moan softly. “Never felt anything like it before. No offense.”

“What was it like?” He whispers.

“God, now I’m wet.”

“Fuck, I wish I was there so bad.” It’s obvious he’s jerking off.

“Me too, trust me,” you whine as you touch yourself.

“What was it like,” he repeats, darker.

“Like my whole body was being filled.”

“Oh, God,” Corey’s breath becomes ragged.

“It was so hard. And big, it was huge, but it didn’t even hurt.”

“Fuck me,” Corey whispers. “Did he come?”

“Oh yeah, like a firehose.”

“But I didnt. I woke up."

"Fuck, I wish I could stuff you with my cock right now, make you come." You're twitching on the edge.

"Me too, I miss it so bad."

"Suck your tits while I pound you."

You moan as you come. He's grunting.

You say, Iit was so vivid. I guess I liked it, being forced. Would you ever do that for me?”

Corey groans "fuck yes," then sighs in relief as he comes.

As he catches his breath, he says "absolutely.”

You groan and say, "I feel so empty. When are you coming back? Can I come to you? I dunno how long I can wait. "

He sighs. "Michael's following you. What if he really tries something?"

"I dunno, would you be upset?"

"God no, you should do it. Hell, I'd do it"

"Now that's hot."

- -

A few days later, you’re about to leave for work. You open your apartment door and Corey’s there with the darkest look in his eyes. He pushes you right back into your kitchen.

“Corey-”

He cuts you off with his mouth, kissing you ferally. He sucks your neck, gropes your breasts.

“I have to work,” you pant.

He pulls you into him so you can feel how hard he is and you moan, dropping your bag and keys.

He manhandles you onto the sofa without a word and pulls down your pants and underwear. You start to get up to take them off entirely but he forces you back down on your back and pins your hands above your head as he lays his whole body into you. He keeps your wrists pinned with one massive hand and takes his cock out with the other. You’ve never been so turned on. He shoves himself into you with a grunt and pounds you until you come.

@wolvesandvampires @ethanhoewke @rebel-blue

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allay-j11no · 2 months

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𝒮𝓀𝒾𝓅𝓅𝒾𝓃𝑔 𝒮𝓉𝑜𝓃𝑒𝓈

!!NOT A SHIP POST!! ----------------------------------- TW: Blood, Weapons, cussing. CW: Olderbrother!Stone and Youngerbrother!Skipp, my own AU/my OC for Ramshackle is used in this ------------------------------------ "ɪ'ᴍ ᴘʟᴀɴɴɪɴ' ᴛʜᴇ ɴᴇxᴛ ꜱᴄᴀᴍ…" ------------------------------------- A scam gone wrong causes Skipp to be injured for the time being and Stone to care for his younger sibling.

Using promps in @promptsbytaurie injury prompt list! (Prompts 11, 6, 29 are used!) --------------------------------------- Photo board by me!

----------------------------------------------------------------------------- Vinnie had a scam planned out, a failure of one I may add, she never thought things through like this, Skipp was injured, being carried by Allay, Allay was missing her bandana scarf, Vinnie was missing one of her earrings. "Stone wheres ya cigs?" Allay stated, "dunno, not too worried now luv..." I muttered, "kay, Skipp I’m goin' to lift you up now, 'kay? Tell me if it hurts." Skipp nodded as I slowly lifted him into my arms, he kept quiet as Allay ruffled his hair around his hat, he smiled up at her. Vinnie seemed worried with finding her earring more then us escaping, Allay kept comforting Skipp as Vinnie finally found the earring as we were running past the people we failed to scam. "hey bud, your gonna be ok, just keep pressure on that cut yeah? We’re gonna fix you up, brand new when we get home. I promise, Skipp" Skipp nodded at Allay's words, she ruffled his hair again before telling Vinnie to hurry up. No matter what though, we still look out for one another, no scrap left behind, Vinnie and Allay would say. Once we got back to our little alley, I put Skipp in mine and Allay's tent so she could patch him up. "alright, Skipp, Tell me where it hurts, and be specific." she said softly to him, he pointed out to his cuts and bruises, she would patch them up as gently and as fast as she could, giving Skipp a lil forehead kiss, "There ya go!" "Thanks Allay!" Skipp beamed, hugging her, "alright scram lil goober" she chuckled. I watched as she went to the back of our tent, walking back to the front and sitting with me, resting her head on my shoulder. "I found these on the ground on out way back, s'just sittin' there all lonesome." she handed me a pack of cigs, "I found this in a scrap's back pocket." I handed her a red bandana scarf, we both smiled, she put the scarf on and Iit a cig. she rested her head on my forehead a bit before going to sleep in our tent. Heres to hoping she wakes up early enough to change Skipps bandages. ---------------------------------------------------------------------------- 1609 words! I'd gladly write more Ramshackle things due to there being a lack of it!

#ramshackle #stone ramshackle #skipp ramshackle #vinnie ramshackle #oc x character #fluff #comfort #older brother core #tired #cigarette #scraps #oc brainrot

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messylustt · 8 months

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v.23.10.23 day twelve: dacryphilia ( nsfw )

MY PRETTY CRIAR — miguel o’hara: you never knew how much miguel liked seeing you cry.

marks dacryphilia. blowjob. licking face (tears), over the clothes grinding.

miguel’s legs were spread wide, his fingers gripped tight around your hair. “uh huh, that’s it…that’s my girl.” you’re gagging around the head of his leaking cock, his hips miss-timely thrusts showing his eagerness to get deeper inside your tight throat. your drool has coated him, dribbled down, the visual only making his hips stutter more. “oh, por favor, cariño…take it deeper, i know you can.” he ruts up into your throat making you gag even harder.

tears had slowly begun to form in your eyes and with his harsher thrusts, desperate and demanding, a few spill, trailing down your cheek. miguel slightly pulls your head back, your lips still wrapped around his cock as he thrusts into your throat. “stay still.” he murmurs, his cock twitching inside your mouth at the sight of your tear stained cheeks, more welling in your eyes. “don’t move, jus’ lemme fuck your throat…” his voice sounds distracted as his mouth opens in pleasure, his gaze fixated on your falling tears.

his free hand shifts to wipe at your cheeks, getting your tears on the pads of his finger. “so…pretty.” he mumbles, your gagging sounds egging him on to continue thrusting into your mouth. “can you swirl that tongue for me, huh? run it along my cock—jus’ like that, yeah…” miguel is nearing his orgasm, his thrusting turning sloppy as he mutters praises. when he spills down your throat, finally letting your hair go, you lean back and take a breath, making sure to swallow all of him.

but before you can do anything more, miguel is grabbing you and placing you on his lap. grabbing your face, he runs the pads of his fingers along the soft skin of your cheek. your eyes have stopped watering, but your tears are still staining your skin. miguel pulls you closer to him, licking at your cheeks and right under your eyes, almost groaning at the salty taste of your tears. “can you cry again f’me?” he mutters into your skin.

“cry?” you ask, confused. “uh huh.” he murmurs back. and that’s when you feel his cock already hard again underneath you. he moves you around to straddle him as he forces your back to arch more. you gasp when you feel his firm hand slapping your ass and earning the tears to appear again. miguel smirks, humming in approval as he slaps again, making your hips jolt into him and a tear fall.

“that’s it sweetheart, lemme see.” miguel pulls you closer to him, as he relishes in the way that your tears slide down your cheeks. he begins to move your hips along his bulge, needing the friction as he grabs the back of your head, and licks right across your cheek. “carajo….” he licks at your skin as he grinds up into you. “don’t stop.” he says, as you sniffle, the tears drying up. another slap and they fall again, your nose now a pretty red as your eyes shimmer. “there’s my girl…”

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chronicqyzstan · 5 months

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So I Was Thinking About SongXiao After Watching the Yi City Episode of the Donghua...

Whenever I think about Song Lan losing his eyesight and accidentally taking his grief out on XXC, I think of the phrase "I would have been happy never seeing you again" which is easily miscommunicated as "I never want to see you again". I think Song Lan would have been happy even if he had never been able to see XXC's face again, so long as they remained together.

Song Lan searched for him for YEARS, because he still loved him no matter what. He only wanted to apologize to him, and to love him again. He explicitly says that Xue Yang is taking advantage of XXC's blindness, so clearly he still worries and cares about him. He still loves him. He still loves him and urhgughagughgugh. And when they finally meet again, it's because Xiao Xingchen, mistakenly led to kill him, has stabbed him in the back (literally). He can't even say anything to him anymore, because Xue Yang has torn them apart - wants them to stay apart, probably so he can have XXC to himself - so much that he cut out SL's tongue and put corpse poison on him so XXCwould be lead to stab him.

Xiao Xingchen is so distraught after learning about this that he slices his own throat rather than stay in the presence of a man who made him kill his own closest friend and confidant. The animation says it was two years that they were living together in a lie, but the novel makes it sound like it was so much longer. And Song Lan was still searching for him all that time. While Xiao Xingchen was being LIED to by the person he hated most in the world. the animation doesn't say it, but Xue Yang was actively disguising his voice from XXC so he wouldn't be able to recognize him, so the deception ran deep.

iIt was not Xiao Xingchen's blindness that Xue Yang took advantage of, but his kindness. His trust. And then he took his only friend, his first friend, his closest friend, the friend that he loved more than anything, right from him, by his own hand.

And yet Song Lan still doesn't hate him. In the end, he just wants to be with him again. He's not angry with Xiao Xingchen for killing him, he doesn't hate him for technically being the reason that his entire temple was burned and he was originally blinded. (Xiao Xingchen gave his own eyes so Song Lan would be able to see again, giving up his pride to return a place that the rules said he could never return to, just so he could beg for his friend's life.)

All song lan has to say is: "I will roam this world and exorcise evil with Xingchen. When he wakes, I will tell him... 'I'm sorry, it was not your fault'" He just wants to be with him again. He wants to be in love again.

I just want them to be happy, man.

#songxiao #xiao xingchen #xue yang #song lan #yi city #mdzs #mdzs spoilers #this is barely coherent but urgh i love them

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thewertsearch · 1 year

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CCG: WHAT THE FUCK COULD YOU BE BUSY WITH??? CAG: I'm making my own plans! I'm a pretty 8ig deal, remem8er Karkat? CGC: 1T LOOKS L1K3 YOU FORGOT HOW M4NY 1RONS SH3 H4S 1N TH3 F1R3 CAG: Exactly!

Terezi is all too happy to back Vriska up, when Karkat needs to get dunked on. She'll also gleefully rub salt in the wound when Vriska gets her ass kicked.

These two facts explain basically everything about their relationship.

CAG: Do you guys realize you are sharing a key8oard and taking turns to argue with each other? CAG: That is kind of cute. ::::) CTA: yeah ii hate to 2ay iit, but iit really 2ort of ii2. CCG: OK FUCK THIS.

You know your flirting is obvious when even Sollux is rolling his eyes affectionately.

FUTURE gallowsCalibrator [FGC] 6:12 HOURS FROM NOW responded to memo. FGC: H3Y! [...] FGC: Y3S, YOU SHOULD TROLL TH3 HUM4NS FGC: 1T W1LL B3 FUN >:] CGC: W3LL, W3 BOTH KNOW TH4T 1 W4S PL4NN1NG TO 4NYW4Y FGC: OF COURS3! 1 TRUST YOUR JUDGM3NT ON TH3 M4TT3R FGC: JUST H3R3 TO S4Y YOU WONT R3GR3T 1T CGC: TH4T 1S N1C3 TO KNOW!

Whatever vices Terezi may have, self-hatred certainly isn't one of them. She's consistently delighted with herself, in any iteration - quite a rare trait in the trolls we've seen.

We're finally back in the present - or at least, what passes for the present in Homestuck. It's been - wait, let me check...

...yeah, it's been ten months since Act 4 ended with a bang, and a recap is probably appropriate. Where did we leave these kids?

John has just escaped the Veil, thanks to the brave sacrifice of the Authority Regulator. He's currently fast asleep, his dream self exploring Skaia with his endgame bunny.

Rose continues to fall under Horrorterror thrall. She just destroyed her First Gate, resolving to break all the game's rules in search of answers, before flying off to parts unknown.

Dave, guided by Terezi, has just soared through his own First Gate on his canonically awesome JPEG skateboard.

Jade has just experienced dream death in Skaia's upper atmosphere. Just as Karkat prophesized, her Dreambot exploded, launching her out of her home. I guess she's technically been falling for ten months.

Welcome back to the stage, Homestuck's original protagonists!

#homestuck liveblog #full liveblog #act 5.2 #2629 #s54

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faerunsbest · 3 months

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What is your romances earliest memory of your tav?

Here's mine for Rolan!

He's late.

He needs to be across the way but the path is blockaded with inconsiderate bodies haggling with merchants. He shouldn't go that way… but the way is clear.

The path is dark and narrow between looming buildings. A skittish alley that yields to wash way, where the unsavory gather together to do unkindness en mass.

Where people pretend they are deaf to the outcomes for help…

But the way is clear.

And he's late.

Someone shoves him out of the way, out from his thoughts. He lands hard on his chest, arms guiding his face. Immediately he dives into the dark not wanting to be stepped on. He pressed his back to wall grabbing the end of his tail and panting while he looks out to the increasing crowd.

Not much in the way of choices left, so he blinks into the dark adjusting and he stands on near quivering knees. One step, then another.

He can feel shards of broken bottles crunch underfoot, trying to watch where he's going. He moves slowly. But then he realizes it's too slow…he might as well have stayed out in the crowd.

At least out there he wouldn't deal with this smell.

Piss and vomit,alcohol and something rotten burning. He slips passed a few passed out urchins, bodies slumped against the shadow stained walls, a small narrow door hangs nearly off its hinge. Someone skinny and pissed with a long haggard face sits on a wonbling stool and beers at him and he skirts by.

The alley ends. It should be bright this way. The dark go goes on, it deepens and he feels his heart racing in his chest.

There at the edge of the wash is a giant stack of bucking crates, it lines the path as if to prevent people from tumbling down. He doubts its for anything so noble.

Glancing back and forth he tries to remember a mental map of the buildings out front.

He dashes out and to the left, pausing when he feels the path narrowing. The crates that blocked off the wash seemed to be pushing him closer to the back of the buildings. One portion of the crate made wall sits hidden under a giant sheet of discolored tarp. He stares at it,watching its hem sway forward and back. Watching it breathe.

He presses himself back against the crumbling wall and tries to stay as far from the thing as possible.

To no avail, it's only an arms length away from him.

The arm in question is massive,bulky and riddled with bulbous veins. Scars decorate It like confetti, he can't see the hand that grips him just under his shoulder and small bicep.

He would scream, but it wouldn't help…it would probably bring in the rest of them. Pressure against his bones gradually Increased as he pulled closer to the tarp.

He digs his heels down but glides forward to what he realizes is a caged wagon tucked under that tarp. The closer he's pulled the stronger the smell of something putrid becomes.

Something in there is dead and he's being pulled to it. Finally he's close enough to the orcs face and iits battered, welts, bruises, Infected pustules open and leaking. He reeks of it.

All of a sudden he's yanked backward, rolan grunts as his smallbody is slammed against the bars. He desperately tries to hold onto the cage and resist being pulled in.

Looking up he sees something wrapped around the orcs neck, something thick and strong, it's seems to pulse as the orcs eyes begin to roll.

Out from just underneath it a shadow slips away, it slinks toward Rolan who struggles to keep that scream locked up tight. Once close he sees a girl, not much bigger than he is. She reached out to the hand that grips him painfully tight and all he can do is stare at her .

Stare at those massive eye with colors that fluctuate hypnotically. Its all he can do while she rips back the orcs fingers off his body one by one.

With a gasp rolan feels himself drop, but doesn't land. She holding the front of his shirt through the bars. She lets go when his feet touchdown, now he Can hear her deep rattling breathes,her clawed hand releases him though still

He doesn't budge right away.

She presses her face to the bars to look at him. In the dim, colors are muted but he can see the spill of something dark and glossy around her mouth and down her chest. Behind her the orc isn't moving. It's limp body drops , the thing around its neck unfurl revealing itself as her tail. She stares at him with pity in those fairy lights that spill from her face.

“RUN”

The whisper is loud in his mind as thunder overhead, it jolts Rolan awake. He sits upright in a bedroll laid in the dirt. He blinks the sleep away, wiping at his tear ducts with the pad of his middle finger. Sleeping heavily behind him between his back and the grove wall where Cal and Lia. Just out of sight light has begun pooling in, falling through the canopy like a thick sieve.

Rolan stands up quietly, stretching out as many of the kinks in his back as he can. While he rolls his shoulder, trying to will away the sore from the night he hears something at the entryway.

A horn blares, Cal and Lia jump at the noise. As they stand they're not surprised when Rolan stands in front of them, arms open pushing them back against the wall.

For a while the raucous sounds of a raging battle fill the place, he pushes his siblings backward trying to find somewhere to hide them. The noise reaches a peak, the silence reigns supreme. It lay's over them like a fallen wall, gently pressing the air from their lungs as settles.

Before the panic can begin to bubble up, Rolan hears the sound of the gates heavy gears rattling open. As it does he whips around to his siblings.

“ We’re leaving right now.”

While Call and Lia immediately butt heads with him he watched from the corner if his eye and one of the adventurers from earlier come running in. His attention fades from the current argument to the unfolding ahead.

Zevlor puffing up against that curly haired adventurer, they yell and just as he raises a fist to swing. A group comes in behind him, the smallest one in scrappy armor, her long black hair a mess with dirt twigs and blood caked in. She reaches up grabs his fis, yanks it down and stomps on the side of his leg before throwing him to the side.

Zevlor gasps In shock, the man on the ground shrieks out.

“ YOU BROKE MY FUCKEN LEG!”

The small woman in the small cluster of fighters looks down with disinterest.

“it'd be your spine if you had one”

For a moment Rolan feels deafened, can't hear a damn thing while he watches them approaching. If it wasn't for Cal reaching out and pushing his shoulder he wouldn't have known they were still arguing with him.

He tries to find his footing in this verbal attack and just as he does the group strolls by, he turns to see that woman sneering at him

“ The wizard is a coward, stunning.”

For an instant he gets to look at her face, the mark of a single swipe clipping her face stays, one deep divit over her eyebrow, over her nose and deep against one side of her jaw. More than that under that mess of hair, that deep set knot in her brow, her eyes with flickering colors…

#bg3 #baldurs gate 3 #rolan #bg3 rolan #romance #tav #oc #drabble

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