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  • stawberryche
    30.07.2021 - 6 minutes ago

    falling in love with their sugar baby! [ hanma + hakkai + kokonoi + takeomi || separated headcanons ]

    ⚠️ warning: age difference. reader’s age is 20-22 here. smut content. sugar baby-sugar daddy arrangement. jealousy. I DID NOT PROOFREAD. MINORS, DNI.

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    shuji hanma:

    your parents kicked you out when you decided to shift courses because you did not follow the career path they want. you’re now officially a broke college student who eat $1 meals per day to survive.

    the day came that you could no longer take it. your landlord kept pestering you about your rent. you want to look for a part time job but nothing seems to be available given that your college schedule is busy.

    you decided to make an account in a social media platform and met shuji hanma. shuji hanma was a rich 28-year-old man who owned hotels and bars in the red light district of tokyo. he immediately swiped right on you when he saw your profile.

    the first time you met him, he appeared to be slightly intimidating with his sarcasm— but you did not hesitate to give him the best come backs; which he loved about you. he would always tell you that your jokes and remarks are always the best in making him laugh. your humor matched with him too.

    hanma would give you his black card and bring you to the five star hotels then fuck you in the lingerie that he chose for you while you went shopping for him.

    he appears to be really attractive in your eyes— but your relationship is nothing but business to him and yours. or that’s what you thought.

    one day, hanma brought you to a dinner date in one of his yachts. like your other dates, it would always end up with him ramming his cock inside you.

    hanma usually don’t look at your face or eyes when he takes care of you— he prefers hitting it from the back. however, it’s different this time. your thighs were locked around his waist as he looked at you dearly; not breaking his eye contact with you.

    meanwhile, you noticed how sex with him is more soft and sensual this time. hanma usually likes it rough. also, he whispered soft praises in your ears when he actually degrades you during the heated session.

    “y-you’re so beautiful aren’t you, baby?” his voice turned into a deep yet gentle one as he kissed your lips deeper; you both shared an intense kiss— but you could feel every bit of emotions that he poured in you.
    his thrusting became faster as he groped your chest. your knees were getting weaker. bucking your hips on him, you begged for him to go faster as you were near your high. “h-hanma-kun… i-i… faster please…” you whispered to his ears as soft mewls were coming out from your lips. and he did as what you asked for. hanma usually hates it when you tell him what to do during sex; what could have gotten him worked up?
    “shuji,” he whispered in your ears. “call me shuji, okay, darling?”

    as soon as both of you reached each others’ high, hanma pulled out from your cunt, rubbing the head of his dick on your clit as he came on top of your glistening labia. you watch him while you were breathing loudly, tired from the sexual encounter.

    later, hanma lay beside you. he said, “let’s stop this arrangement. i’m done with this shit.”
    your ears irked at him. you were about to raise an argument. “hanma, what—“
    “i said call me shuji. geez.” hanma sighed as he placed his arms around your waist. “i don’t want us to just fuck around anymore. be my girlfriend.”
    you held his hand as a soft smile appeared on your lips. you nodded at his statement. “then i’m your girlfriend now, shuji.”

    hakkai shiba:

    you were hakkai’s personal hair and makeup artist. just like others, you were also a struggling college student who has bills to pay. however, you’re in the verge of quitting your job due to your busy schedule.

    when you heard about your friends having their own sugar daddies, you wanted to give it a try to. you used a dating app to make your intentions clear— that you want a sugar daddy. you saw a profile that had only one black picture and initials that said “h.s” as its nickname.

    you swiped right out of curiosity— and it matched. both of you had been talking for three days straight when he revealed his name— hakkai shiba, your boss.

    it turns out that he was looking for a sugar baby. however, he did not want the press and media to sensationalize this, which is why he hid his identity.

    when you told him about your situation, hakkai offered you a job— to be his sugar baby and his hair and makeup artist at the same time. he promised to pay you triple from your ordinary salary; and you agreed to that kind of arrangement.

    hakkai became like your best friend. outside work, both of you laughed and talk together a lot. you also acted like a mother to him. sometimes, he would ask you to come over and cook meals for him. when you complain about it, he’ll just tell you that it’s part of your job as his sugar baby.

    there’s nothing crazy about sex with him too. it’s usually vanilla— sometimes sloppy. quickies in the dressing rooms would be usual for the both of you. he would also accompany you to shopping, wearing his disguise in public.

    hakkai would also buy you designer dresses and lingeries. he would let you wear them during dates together and when he takes you out during parties. both of you usually have dates in private five star hotels. but usually, he’d only ask you to come over. your sugar papi is a fucking introvert.

    slowly, hakkai started feeling an emotional bond with you. but he did not want to bring this up, given the arrangement, he did not want to make you uncomfortable.

    one time, while both of you were out, the paparazzi secretly took photos of you and hakkai as soon as he was recognized under his disguise. both of you were caught making out inside his car. hakkai felt like both of you were being watched, even seeing the camera flash from his vehicle. he immediately drove you home after that.

    weeks later, your name was all around the news along with hakkai. you were in the newspaper and magazine tabloids, along with the picture of you both making out. the press began to apply more pressure during interviews; wanting hakkai to address the whole situation— which his sister told him to avoid. three weeks later, hakkai could no longer stand it.

    “can you address your relationship with miss y/n?” a reporter asked during an interview. hakkai only sighed and prepared for himself.
    “i love her.” those were the three words that left his lips. yuzuha’s eyes widened at this— even the whole media was shocked.

    on the other hand, you were watching from the television. like hakkai, you said nothing about the current issue when you were also flooded by the media. an hour later, you receive a call from hakkai. he asks you to meet him.

    “you’ve seen it?” hakkai asked you. meanwhile, you nodded in response.
    “did you mean it? or was it the spur of the moment?” you asked with a glint of hope in your eyes. hakkai held your hand in response, kissing your knuckles— which made you blush.
    “i mean it.” he responded, “i love you, y/n. i hope you feel the same.”
    hakkai never knew that you felt the same way— until he felt your peck on his lips as well as your hug.

    hajime “koko” kokonoi:

    now this is funny. you tried using a dating app just for laughs— and you found one on tinder named hajime kokonoi. his profile picture consisted of him sticking out his tongue. as a joke, you swiped right on him— and it matched.

    unlike kokonoi, you were looking for a casual relationship or date; could even be a summer fling. but you were enticed when he told you that he could hire you as his sugar baby. you thought it would be fun, so you agreed. you thought that why not try something out new?

    the first time you met koko, you discovered that he’s a 28-year-old man who owns a lot of bars and nightclubs around tokyo. he even asked his private helicopter to fetch you from your place. you were completely overwhelmed. after you agreed, you were immediately given one of his credit cards.

    koko would love the amazement in your eyes whenever he brings you to luxurious parties. he would bring you everywhere with him; your arms linked together while he walks. he seem to be proud that he’s with a beautiful person like you.

    in bed, koko is always the dominant one. he would have you in his car, railing your back while he pulls your hair. sometimes, he would end up ripping one of your dresses— but of course, he would always tell you that he’d buy you a new one.

    koko is hella good at eating you out. he loves to have you after shopping and after attending dates with him. he also likes putting hickeys and mark in places that you can’t hide. not that you mind though.

    one time, you asked him to take you to a normal date— in which he agreed; both of you went to an arcade then went to shopping— normally, you would go for designer clothes. but this time, you need home supplies so both of you headed to the hardware and store for kitchen utensils.

    “so… this is a normal date for you?” koko asked as he placed one of his hands on your hip. you smiled and nodded at him, while he only smirked at your cute reaction.

    watching you in your normal clothes (hoodies, shorts, and some slippers) and shopping for domestic tools with him, koko realizes that he wants something else more. he wants to see you in his house, welcoming him when he comes home; he wants to see you wearing an apron while you ask him what he wants for dinner… god, he wants you to be his trophy housewife.

    one day, koko asked you on a trip overseas and you agreed. he brought you to a date in a five-star hotel where both of you had dinner.

    little did you know, he bought you a ring. koko will shoot his shot tonight and ask for your hand.

    “this is our last date…” when he said that, a glint of sadness appeared in your eyes. but only a soft smile appeared on your lips.
    “our last date as sugar daddy and sugar baby.” koko claimed, bringing out the expensive ring that he bought for you.
    your eyes widened at him. “w-what does this mean, koko?”
    “i love you. i want you to be my fiance.” koko held your hand tightly and gave it a light gentle squeeze. “it’s about time i tell you, sweetheart.”
    a genuine smile appeared on your lips as you gave his cheeks a light kiss. you answered, “you think i’ll say no? you had my heart from the start, koko.”

    takeomi akashi:

    when you met akashi, you were a fresh graduate of your degree who can’t seem to find a job that suit the program you finished. at the same time, there were bills waiting to be paid. you were jobless with zero hope. so you decided to confide with a sugar daddy while you’re still looking for a job that matches your degree.

    you met takeomi akashi on tinder. he was a 39-year-old man who runs tokyo’s red light district between his fingers. both of you agreed for this relationship to be formal— no talking about personal lives, unless he asks you to say something. he supports you with your monthly bills while you satisfy his nightly needs.

    during your first meeting, akashi appears to be a very stern man which intimidated you a bit. but there are times where he would say some of his sarcastic remarks which made you laugh a bit.

    akashi would take you to bonten meetings and you would sit on top of his lap while they talk about things that you have no idea what it is about. like koko, he would also take you to bonten’s luxurious parties with you clinging on his arm during the whole date.

    there are times when he takes you to overseas trip with him just to rest from the stress that the gang gives him. during those days, both of you would fuck all day— and he’d be taking you everywhere; during shower, on top of the bed, and also in the private jet that he booked for you both.

    no words would be exchanged after the heated session. no cuddles or kisses; just pure silence. he loves to call you baby in bed even if he only calls you by your name in public.

    despite the coldness of this relationship, you ended up falling in love. despite his rough exterior, akashi was a gentleman towards you— even on bed. he makes sure to reward you for being a good girl. when any bonten executives would make sexual remarks or flirt with you, he would call them out for it. but you knew your limits so you never talked it out.

    akashi never thought that he’d like to get to know you better— until he asked one of his men to follow you that one time. he discovered that whenever he gives you extra money to spend, you use it to feed children from orphanages. after all these years of being a gang member, he never thought that his heart would soften. since then, he treated you more nicely than before and would also give you more money— which left you wondering, why?

    the day came when you got tired of your hopeless relationship with him. you were slowly falling in love and you want to stop yourself from diving further. both of you agreed the relationship to be nothing but business— yet here you are. you can’t seem to stop your foolish heart from yearning. in an attempt to resolve this problem, you went to a date with someone else: an old college friend.

    that time, akashi caught the both of you while he was shopping for something that he’d like to give you. his veins popped and dragged you away from your date. you could see how angry he was. akashi wasn’t even speaking despite your complaints. his face displayed a serious look.

    “i said you’re hurting me!” you complained while he dragged you to his car, wanting to talk to you privately. “akashi, you’re messing up my da—“
    “date?” akashi raised an eyebrow, “who told you that you could date anyone?”
    tears fell from your cheeks as he uttered his words. his eyes widened at your reaction. akashi realized that he went overboard in scolding you. you yelled at him while weeping, “you’re the one who told me that we can’t cross the line! why are you acting so jealous all of a sudden? just so you know, you don’t own me, akashi takeomi!”
    “you’re right, i don’t own you.” akashi sighed. he looked into your eyes and held your face. “i’m sorry for not telling you sooner… but i’m in love with you.”

    your eyes widened at what he said. are you dreaming or hallucinating? but your thoughts were interrupted when he gave you a sensual kiss on the lips— not the usual rough and thirsty one that he gave you. but one filled with emotions; like love. you closed your eyes and kissed him back in response to his sudden proclamation.

    “i’ll take it as a yes, y/n.” akashi gave you a hug for the first time. it felt so safe in his arms. “you’re my lover now.”
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  • randomnameless
    30.07.2021 - 6 minutes ago
    #anon#replies#FE16#fodlan nonsense#poor seteth #having to look everywhere to ban smut #otoh i hope he isn't banning things that personally belong to other people i dont see him barging in sylvain's room #in Rhea's though? He totally does it #family means no personal space #agarthan trigger warnings are often the same #watch out this involves beasts!
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  • bonky-n-steeb
    30.07.2021 - 8 minutes ago
    #steve rogers#marvel#mcu#chris evans #steve rogers x reader #steve rogers x you #steve rogers x y/n #steve rogers smut #steve rogers angst #chris evans x reader #chris evans smut #steve rogers fluff #steve rogers one shot #steve rogers drabble #steve rogers headcanon #steve rogers fanfiction
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  • gorillageek27
    30.07.2021 - 10 minutes ago

    Jaune lewd headcanon

    Whoever his significant other is, after sex they always wake up to jaune making them breakfast in bed.

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  • 3raaaachachacha
    30.07.2021 - 12 minutes ago

    9:02 pm

    Kwon Soonyoung / 709 words / angst / fluff

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    He had gotten the call from the nurse about 5 minutes ago as he sprinted towards the hospital, needing to be there for you in your time of need. Needing to know that you weren’t going to die. That whoever hit you with their car would pay for their careless actions. Mostly, he needed to assure himself that you were alright.

    Soonyoung stopped in front of the entrance as he tried his best to catch his breath, jogging towards the front desk to be directed towards your room and be updated on your status. He couldn’t stop thinking of how bad it was and how hurt you were. He was expecting the worst, trying to calm himself before he was met with your room number. All he could do was close his eyes, taking in a deep breath before opening the door.

    You waved at your boyfriend as he looked at you with confusion in his eyes, still in the doorway of your room, “Hi Soonyoung!”

    The doctor stood up, shaking your hand, “I’ll come check on your later Y/N, but you should be able to leave tomorrow once we do our final check,” Soonyoung bowed to the doctor, moving out of his way before running over to you.

    “What the heck happened? I thought you were hit by a car?” Soonyoung asked a bit frantically as you took his hand in yours, gesturing for him to take a seat. You could tell he was upset from hearing the news, but honestly, it wasn’t that bad and you hadn’t contacted him about it yet since your vitals were still being checked by the doctors.

    “It’s a long story, but yes, I was hit by a car when I was walking across the street. They weren’t going that fast though and I just have a few bruises and scratches. The doctors already checked my vitals and said everything is alright and that I should be able to leave tomorrow morning,” You explained, not wanting him to worry so much since you knew he was already so stressed out from working long hours. You pulled him closer to you, placing a peck to his hand then to his cheek, “I was going to call you, but the nurses got to you before I could. I’m sorry if they freaked you out and made you worry over nothing.”

    “Worry over nothing? Baby, you got hit by a car. Doesn’t matter if they were going 90 or if they were going 10. You still were hurt and that worries me. You could trip and scrape your knee and I would be crazy worried. I just love you so much and I don’t like seeing your hurt,” Soonyoung confessed, letting out a sigh of relief from the news, but still feeling worried about your recovery and wanting to take care of you.

    You smiled at him, feeling your heart swell in your chest as you pulled him into a hug, “I love you,” Was all you could say, feeling so happy that your boyfriend cared for you so much. It was refreshing since you didn’t have many people like that in your life.

    He placed a kiss onto your head before looking you in the eyes as the two of you smiled at each other with a small chuckle, “Have you eaten yet baby? I can go grab you something from the cafeteria?”

    “Something small would be great. Thank you Soonie,” You blew him a kiss as he gazed over at you from the door.

    “Oh so you know, I’ll be staying here with you till you get discharged, so make room for me on that bed,” He jokingly exclaimed with a wink before he exited the room to grab some nourishment.

    You moved over a bit to allow for Soonyoung to join you once he got back, thanking the staff that assigned you this room since the bed was decently big. You smiled to yourself, snuggling further into the hospital bed to get comfortable as you turned on the television to a station that Soonyoung liked. All you could do was smile as you thanked the lords you weren’t hurt and that you had someone who cared about you more than life itself.

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  • 3raaaachachacha
    30.07.2021 - 12 minutes ago

    9:19 pm

    Liu Yangyang / 520 words / angst / fluff

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    Was being a perfectionist really the best thing? You excelled at almost everything and anything you put your mind to, only if you could get it perfect. If not, you spent hours, days, weeks, months perfecting it and sometimes, you didn't realize just how much pressure you put on yourself. Sleep, food, and general care was side lined in order for you to perfect it. If you didn’t excel at it, you felt extremely anxious and guilty for not being good enough.

    You always did well with your tasks your manager assigned to you, always doing well and receiving praises. The rumor around the office from your co-workers about you being a suck up only fueled you further. You worked your ass off, and you never once sucked up to anyone or asked for help. Everything had to be perfect.

    Leading to this current moment. A highly pissed off Yangyang glaring at you while you had your body pressed up against the wall of your office with the last bit of strength you had, “Do you know how fucking long you’ve been in here?” He hissed out, clearly annoyed.

    You didn’t answer, knowing for a fact that he wouldn’t like the answer. Also because you had no idea what to say. You just knew it’s been at least a day since you were back at your shared apartment.

    “I’m fine,” You huffed out, straightening yourself up and going back towards your messy desk.

    “You’re going to pass out, Y/N!” He exclaimed loudly, but you didn’t want to admit the obvious. You knew you were since you hadn’t eaten much and the last time you had even touched your water was earlier this morning.

    “Y/N,” Yangyang said softly, making you jumped slightly. You hadn’t even noticed him come to stand beside you at your desk, “Please stop. Take a break. Come eat with me. Sleep too, please," He was begging you at this point, and if you weren’t going to give in to that, he had no problem throwing you over his shoulder and carrying you back to your apartment.

    “I have to finish this first, Yangyang. I need to prove to them that this is all me, that I did this alone with no one else's help. It has to be perfect!” The boy only sighed at you. You had been his best friend since high school and he knew just how stubborn you could be.

    “Please,” He pleaded, "At least come eat something with me," Sighing with defeat, you nodded. If it would get him off your back, you would. Thankfully, Yangyang had already brought food from home, and pulled you towards the couches in your office.

    Yangyang went to question you about what was going on, when he felt something heavy on his shoulder. He smiled fondly at your half-asleep state, “Wake me up in five minutes,” You murmured and he only hummed with a grin.

    He wasn’t waking you up for at least five hours at this rate, and he didn’t mind sitting here the whole time, just to ensure that you got the rest you needed.

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  • 3raaaachachacha
    30.07.2021 - 13 minutes ago

    10:07 pm

    Park Jong Seong / 508 words / fluff / smut

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    “Are we really doing this? Here?” You asked nervously by your boyfriend’s side as you took in your surroundings from the back of the half-full theatre. Thank goodness, nobody sat with you in the back rows.

    "I just can't wait any longer. I need you,” Jay whispered in your ear, using his forefinger to push the fallen hair behind your ear as he looked deeply into your eyes.

    His voice was low and eager, making you melt into his touch as you clung to his shirt while his fingers moved along your thighs. You were more than pleased with yourself at the decision of wearing a skirt. He pressed his soft lips against yours to muffle any sounds that threatened to fall for others to hear.

    Whimpers released from your mouth as his fingers found your clothed heat that was already slick with your essence. He didn’t give you much of a chance to get used to the feeling as he skillfully slid your laced panties to the side and slipped one of his long digits into your needy core. You mewled into his touch desperately, arching your back as he began to finger you for anyone to see.

    "You have to stay quiet baby," Jay chuckled into your ear before pressing his lips against them, "Remember where we are and that anyone in here could see what we are doing.”

    Jay bit harshly on his lip, watching how quickly your body reacted to him, how your walls went from wet to soaking in a matter of seconds at his ministrations. He plunged another finger to you as you placed your foot against the theatre seat in front of you in an attempt to spread your legs wider for him, not really caring if anyone found you in this position.

    “Does it feel good, baby?” Jay whispered, increasing his speed to stretch you out further.

    “It feels so good Jay. Too good, fuck," You mumbled as you began to quiver in your seat as quietly as you could. 

    The desperate desire took over as you became overwhelmed and needier by the second. Jay always had a way of crumbling the innocence in you in these kinds of situations, and he adores how filthy you could be because of him.

    You sat up in the chair breathlessly, pulling his fingers out of you and attempting to pull your panties off completely until Jay placed a hand on your wrist.

    "Not here angel," He whispered as he pulled you into his side, fixing your skirt before taking a hold of your hand and bringing you in close “Let me take you home and make you feel even better with my cock,” He smirked as he saw you blush and place your bottom lip between your teeth, “Let me love you properly.”

    You nodded shyly at your boyfriend before letting him lead the way down the theatre stairs, definitely catching the attention of a few couples on the way out, but you didn’t care. All that matter was Jay and you. 

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  • 3raaaachachacha
    30.07.2021 - 13 minutes ago

    8:23 pm

    Park Sunghoon / 491 words / angst / suggestive

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    Sunghoon chuckled to himself as his soft fingers outlined the hem of your short white skirt you purposely wore tonight, knowing it would upset him. His other hand was placed firmly onto your thigh as he held you in place on the kitchen counter, wanting to examine you fully before he determined what to do with you and your behavior. You held your breath, not knowing what your boyfriend was going to do to you after the events that happened this evening.

    “You thought it would be good to wear this to meet the boys for the first time? You think I didn’t see how Jay was looking at you the entire time?” He scoffed, slowly tracing circles into your thigh as you began to squirm underneath him, but tried your hardest to keep face.

    You gave him an innocent look with an accompanied pout to your lips, “I thought I looked cute. Jay clearly would agree,” You smirked devilishly at him, knowing it would only increase his already jealous self.

    Sunghoon suddenly pulled you off the counter, still making sure you weren’t to get hurt as he chuckled at your comment before taking a tight hold of your wrist and pulling you towards his bedroom. You smiled to yourself as he guided you towards the bed for you to sit on as he gazed down at you.

    “You want me to get mad, huh?” He searched your face for an answer as your mouth became dry from anticipation, unable to answer his question, “You like when I’m jealous? You like when I show others that you are mine and only mine? Huh?” He pushed as he grew closer to you, lips only centimeters away from yours that desperately needed his.

    His hand moved to slowly push down your shirt sleeve and bra strap as he examined your exposed collarbone and shoulder. Heat radiated off your skin from how nervous you were and what was to come. Sunghoon leaned forward and placed his soft lips onto your skin, leaving gentle kisses up to your collarbone as they began to grow rougher, until he reached your neck. 

    He smirked against your skin, loving the affect he had on you. Goosebumps were raised on your warm skin as you tried hard to focus on keeping your heart rate steady, not wanting to give into your boyfriend’s sweet revenge quite yet. This only fueled him to be rougher with you as his teeth pierced your soft spot on your neck that he knew was your weakness. You couldn’t hold back the high-pitched whimper that emitted from your lips.

    “There we go, that’s what I wanted to hear. Now, you better be good and let everyone here in the dorm know just how amazing I make you feel,” Sunghoon exclaimed, pressing harsher kisses to your neck as his hands roamed higher up your sensitive thighs, “Especially Jay. I want him to hear who you belong to.”

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  • ifjoeandtaylorbreakloveaintreal
    30.07.2021 - 14 minutes ago

    so it goes mature

    So it goes mature

    An: heavily mature?

    She pushes his back against the wall. And locks the door. That’s it. There goes the storm, she doesn’t have to worry about anything now. But him 

    He is looking at her grinning..oh boy..wait before you think you won. She thinks as she pushes him hard against the white wall. Kissing him , hungrily. Biting his lips as hard as she could, making it bleed. He smirks in between kisses. Licking her bottom lip for entrance. She lets him fight with her tongue and surprisingly, for the first time in her time with him, he lets her win. 

    What? Is he tired? Or is this a new game? She thinks. Even though she enjoys the win, she knows something is different. He is gonna do something, something new. Who doesn’t love surprises?

    She enjoys exploring his mouth , but for not so long. He flips her hard against the wall, making her back slightly ache. Biting her neck hard, he makes her moan, softly. His hand finds her core. 

    Wet. He loves the sight, cause he is hard. 

    Zipping out of his pants , he holds her up with both of his hands and inserts her clit. Harshly. He goes fast inside her making her moan loud. She was not expecting him to be this harsh. His thick and hard member makes her scream and throw her head back, holding her tears back.

    He fucks her hard and fast. Nearly coming out of her everytime her pushes inside her. Hard and fast with every thurst. 

    she is soo weak, god.

     As she was close to come, he pulls out of her abruptly. Earning a frown from her. 

    He smirks as he puts her down on the ground. It’s cold. 

    He takes all of her clothings away from her body. Her lingerie is red. Surprisingly doesn’t match her all black clothings. 

    He slowly snakes his hands under her, unclasping her bra. He takes it away from her body, freeing her top. 

    In slow , steady moves he goes down to her , taking a hold of the hem of her panties. shimmying them off of her.

    He takes his own shirt off as she watches his every move. Taking in everything for whatever is coming.

    Smirking, he touches her aroused body. Slowly, makinge her shiver. He touches her lips to her jawline and kisses her lips as he moves his touch to her neck . slowly feeling the shape of her chest to ignoring her breast which makes taylor squirm in frustration . 

    Seeing her like that, he smirks in the kiss. Reaching her stomach , he breaks the kiss, moves to her side, kissing and licking her jawline. He  bites her neck as he reaches it. She  holds his hair pushing him on her neck as he obliges. Biting her neck he travels his hands down her body , using one to hold her waist, other to her thigh. She moans as he draws circles on her thigh. 

    He smirks as he travels up her thigh to her stomach, again, ignoring her clit. 

    She agressively folds her thighs together and he parts them forcefully.  She tries again in vain.

    Fuck! She needs some fucking friction there , now!

    She grabs a handful of his hair , pulling them to pick his head up from her neck. he smirks as he obliges..but not where she wants him.

    He kisses down her neck to her chest, and finally, god finally, he kisses her brests and massages the other with his hand. His other hand moves from her waist to her thigh, massaging it in circles. Then it moves to her clit and rubs on it with his thumb in circles. She moans, as he reaches her hole, caressing it with his index slightly. He pushes his index and middle in side her and she moans out loud, as he pushes another one inside her. She is dying for this and he knows. 

    He pushes them all at same pace inside her. Deeper with every thurst now that he is hovering over her. She keeps both of her hand on her sides, clearly too weak and tired to do anything . she closes her eyes in pleasure as he does his job. 

    He goes deeper in side her as he hits her cervix with his large fingers, harder and faster than before. He gradually keeps his speed up and she moans, moving her hands to his torso.

    He gives another thurst and she goes closer to her climax . he keeps them like that and fiddles with her ball in side her with three of his fingers.

    “Joe.. “ she softly moans out “ please keep going” she says. 

    He obliges as he stops fiddling with his fingers inside her and gives her two more thrust. Real hard . And then , he pulls out. 

    She whimpers in frustration right before he pushes his fingers inside her again. This time joining his mouth with them. His tongue travels inside her hole slightly as his fingers are thrusting  hard in her . she wraps her arm around his torso

    “Please don’t stop..please don’t..owwww!!” she exclaims as he gets out of her and moves his mouth from her. She’s panting on the ground. Weak from all the antecipation.

    He smirks. As he attacks her neck again. Licking and nibbling at her fragile skin .

    “Please joe , I need you” she pleads 

    He smirks “ the queen has asked to be pleased, I, your humble servant , is at your service” 

    he whispers as he inserts himself inside her.

    she wraps her arms around his torso, and legs around his hips as he hovers upon her. Going faster and harder everytime he trusts inside her. His fingers circles on the skin of her clit while he sucks her breasts. She holds his arm, clawing into it. The other one is sharp on his back. Sratching him uncontrolablely .

    “Please make me come, can’t take this” her hands go numb in the sensation so do her legs. He thrusts harder and harder inside her, holding her close to his chest. 

    He thrusts hard one deep time and groans , as  they both come together.

    He slowly moves himself from the ground and keeps her there. He takes himself out of her and goes to the other room unlocking the door. Disposing his condom, he gets back and locks the door.

    Slowly, he takes her up from the floor to her bed, and lies down beside her. 

    A blanked is wrapped around them by him. 

    He looks at her, smiling, she is passed out in his arms. Her breathing is steady. He kisses her forehead before he snuggles her closer to him, falling asleep.

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  • hee-pster
    30.07.2021 - 19 minutes ago
    #enhypen hard hours #enhypen smut
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  • indulgencerpgpromos
    30.07.2021 - 20 minutes ago

    ALL YOU SINNERS STAND UP SING HALLELUJAH !

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    Lose all inhibitions and fulfill your wildest fantasies in the town of Santa Ysabel, where it has been declared civitas non gratas to keep the law from ruining everyone’s fun. There are those that have already dug their claws to keep their own slice of power, but it’s a basic free for all. So come on over, check us out, and indulge your vices. We’re waiting for ya, babe !

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  • hearttebayo
    30.07.2021 - 21 minutes ago

    𝐂𝐇𝐀𝐑𝐀𝐂𝐓𝐄𝐑 𝐁𝐄𝐈𝐍𝐆 𝐔𝐒𝐄𝐃: Tartaglia; Zhongli; Afab! Reader

    𝐓𝐖: SMUT. Threesome, double penetration, hint of competition between the boys?? Creampie, slight choking if you squint. Not proofread. Very messily written,

    𝐀𝐃𝐌𝐈𝐍 𝐍𝐎𝐓𝐄: thank you @sidemariana for giving me an idea for writing! <3 i hope it lived up to your expectations.

    𝐏𝐎𝐒𝐓𝐄𝐃 𝐎𝐍: 30th July

    ————

    You did not understand how you ended up in this position, you just wished to ask Tartaglia and Zhongli to help you with practicing combat.

    Using the enormous space of the golden house that was not cared about currently, as if it was a miracle that saved your last ounce of dignity.

    Tartaglia with his mask cowering his face was laying under you, chuckles of amusement escaping him as he watched how tightly you gripped onto Zhongli's animalistic Horns that let themselves known somewhere in the middle of the heated situation.

    Your position would not exactly be described as the most comfortable out there. Tartaglia was not only harshly thrusting into you but at the same time was quite possessively holding your throat, whispering small praises as his eyes fixated on Morax who was getting visibly annoyed at the fact that Ajax was getting much more attention out of you.

    «Right darling, show Zhongli just how much better he could do at pleasuring you. Say my name to let him know how good you are feeling on my cock.»

    Tartaglia murmured into your ear, gently grazing his fangs against your earlobe and then against the delicate skin of your neck.

    Zhongli on the other hand decided to not be as nice as he originally planned to be. He wanted to hear you sing his name in the lewdest ways too, after all the Harbinger was not the only person who was currently pounding into you.

    His hands hooked under the backside of your knees as he lifted your legs up against your chest, giving himself more access to regulate his ministrations without any care in the world.

    A growl of satisfaction leaving him as he heard you babble out a chain of his name, you were close,,

    «Go ahead princess, cum for me.»

    Zhongli stated as he watched your face twist up in pleasure as you reached your high. He and Tartaglia were not that far behind with their own releases, letting themselves release thick ropes of cum into you. Only after that did both of them start admiring just how you struggled to keep their amount of load inside even if they didn't slide out yet.

    «So utterly good for us and only us,,, Why don't we do this more often hm? I don't think Zhongli would have an issue with that,,»

    #genshin x reader smut #genshin smut#zhongli smut #genshin x reader #childe smut #zhongli x reader x childe #zhongli x y/n #zhongli x reader #childe x reader #tartaglia x reader #genshin impact x reader
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    30.07.2021 - 22 minutes ago
    #my.mikasa #aot smut #attack on titan smut #mikasa smut #mikasa x reader #tw: hybrids #mikasa x reader smut #snk smut #aot x reader
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    30.07.2021 - 23 minutes ago
    #genshin impact#genshin smut #genshin impact x reader #genshin #genshin x reader #genshin impact smut #genshin imagines#genshin fanfic#kaeya imagines #kaeya x reader #genshin kaeya #genshin impact kaeya #kaeyagenshinimpact#kaeya smut#kaeya alberich#kaeya #i love kaeya #kaeya angst#genshin angst #genshin impact angst #genshin impact fanfiction #anon <3
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  • n3onguts
    30.07.2021 - 24 minutes ago

    goodbye, dignity. | kim taehyung and min yoongi

    summary — there are rules to follow when you’re having casual sex, but it seems you plan on breaking all of them.
    pairing — kim taehyung x f!reader; min yoongi x f!reader
    genre&tags — college au, angst!!!, y/n is emotionally-guarded (i think she’s a bad bitch, but others might call her cold), taehyung’s is in denial because of course he is, yoongi’s dressed as killua from hxh so naturally he’s an agent of chaos even if he doesn’t mean to be, and also everybody’s sex-positive! yay! but terrified of commitment whoops
    warning(s) — 18+, implied smut, heavy alcohol consumption (please be aware of your tolerance, guys!! always drink responsibly)
    w.c. — almost 5k
    a/n — if u want ur friends w/ benefits situation to work, absolutely do not do what these people do. i might make this a series if enough ppl want but for now the ending is what it is! also i keep finding myself writing more and more bts-related fics but what can we do, the muse works in ~mysterious~ ways 🤷🏻‍♀️ love u very much, enjoy as always and leave feedback in the replies

    They say it takes an average of 2 months to form a habit — 66 days, to be exact.

    When you think about your routine, think about the trivial things you fill your days with, the actions that become automatic after so much repetition and next steps that seem natural because you’ve done them before, you realize that, without you even noticing, Taehyung’s slot himself into it with relative ease.

    You don’t have an exact answer for the when of it all, or the how, but you know he has, because when he texts you to ‘come over’ at 11:21 P.M., you don’t question it. You just think, might as well get this over with, the way you would for a morning class or a vaccination or a vodka shot. And you go over. And it’s always the same.

    You’ll knock on his door, and when it opens, Taehyung’ll greet you with his warm, airy mouth clamping down on your impatient lips: no warning, no nothing. And once you’re tangled with him, clothes falling to the floor and limbs intertwining, the rest of it proceeds in chaotic order. Sometimes you’ll ride him like a demon, and sometimes he’ll drill into you like it’s his first time ever experiencing the miracle that is the female vagina. Normally, sheets will get pulled, but occasionally hair or muscles too. There’s also never any musical accompaniment to set the mood, just ragged breaths and the sound of wet skin slapping.

    And when you two finish, you’ll crack a joke — something stupid and corny like, “Do you validate parking?” or “So… Do I just go out the same way I came in?” — and he’ll offer an obligatory laugh. You’ll stumble back into your jeans before daylight breaks and head out with such haste Taehyung sometimes wonders if you’re a mere figment of his imagination.

    You like it this way. You get to brush over the niceties, ignore all the pleasantries, and never care if you look ugly or awkward or like someone who hasn’t showered in 3 days (hey, man, college is tough, no judgment), because Taehyung doesn’t mind, he just needs a body to cram and you need one to consume, so everybody wins.

    Every now and again, he’ll do something off — kiss you like you’re a China plate or ask a too-personal question or suggest you stay even when he’s been ticked off your to-do list — but these are usually anomalies, outliers that you make clear to him are not things you’re interested in keeping a part of your routine.

    There aren’t really any rules to this thing you two have, whatever it may be, but it’s never been necessary, because the singular condition for your relationship, saturating your every move, has always been definite for both parties: don’t take this seriously.

    Thank God that it’s Taehyung whose dick you’ve been noncommittally bouncing on, since he’s probably the most easygoing man you’ve ever met. Where others might fall in love or get you to fall for them, he’s able to perfectly skirt the line between interested and detached.

    It’s only an added bonus that he’s pretty, the kind of pretty that almost seems mundane after so much exposure and then boom one day it just hits you all over again.

    Besides his address, his contact number, and the fact that he’s easygoing and pretty, you don’t know much else about him. And you’d prefer it to stay that way.

    Oh, sure, you might catch glimpses of the personality behind the fine wall of meat, might form an impression from certain quirks he has (like the ‘emergency drawer’ filled only with apple-flavored juiceboxes and condoms, or the Squirtle plushie that sits in his gaming chair), but you never go past that. You wouldn’t allow yourself to. You’re not bothered by what he does outside the confines of your relationship, the vicinity of his room. If you were, an idea would start to form about what kind of person he was, and that would inevitably make you curious, and inevitably force you to investigate, and inevitably lead to a crush, and inevitably end with the shattering of your heart. It’s the natural progression of things.

    So once or twice (or thrice, if you’re feeling extra frisky) a week, you set aside an hour from your day to ruin his bed and maybe your panties.

    Like how you’ve just done moments ago.

    You’re sitting at the foot of his bed, pulling your socks back on when he quips from behind you, “I should start charging you for all the laundry I end up having to do after your visits over here.”

    “Oh, yeah?” You turn around to look at him, an absentminded smile tugging at your lips. “Well, I seem to lose a lot of lingerie whenever I visit, so either I can’t keep track of my own underwear or you're building a collection.”

    He vibrates when he laughs, like he can’t contain all the happiness he has in his body. He raises his hands in surrender, “I plead the fifth.”

    You hop off the bed, set to leave. Your hands are already on the doorknob when he clears his throat, preparing to speak.

    “What’re your plans tomorrow?”

    You feel yourself growing antsy. “Not sure. Why?”

    “Well, the frat’s throwing a Halloween mixer tomorrow.”

    “Oh. Cool.”

    “Joon put Jin and Hobi in charge of party-planning and they’re going all out. Jin’s hyped up on making all these themed drinks — I’m like 90% sure the one he calls ‘Paranormal Slime’ is literally a mix of plain Jell-O and 150-proof absinthe — and Hobi’s just happy he has an excuse to go ham at the craft store.”

    “I’m familiar with the two.”

    “Right. Yeah. So…”

    You tilt your head. “So…”

    “You should come by. It’ll be fun.”

    He says it like it’s a casual invite, like he couldn’t care less whether you go or not, like it’s something he just thought of, like hey, why not, right? But you know better, know when people say something but mean something else, can tell the difference between actual apathy and practiced nonchalance.

    The air in the room shifts. He’s banking on your answer. You suddenly become very aware of how his waiting gaze chains you to the ground.

    When you sigh, his mask slips into disappointment — but only momentarily.

    There are certain things you just don’t do when you’re having sex casually, and one of them is put in effort to see your fuckbuddy outside of the bedroom. Going out of one’s way to do anything implies care. And care, of course, implies romantic interest. And, as everyone knows, romantic interest spells out the end of casual sex. Once you leave the threshold of your little universe together, reality becomes unavoidable — it rams into you like a train.

    But when you look at him, eyes betraying his feigned disinterest by practically oozing out hope, you can’t think of a reason why you shouldn’t.

    So you say yes. “Okay. I’ll go.”

    His face contorts when he tries to tamp down his grin. You want to laugh at how smug he looks.

    “Awesome. I’ll see you at 9 tomorrow, then? In costume?”

    “Yes, sir.”

    “Think I might go as the Joker. How about you?”

    You shoot him a smirk, “I guess you’ll just have to wait and see, huh?”

    It’s almost 10 P.M. and you’re still not here.

    Taehyung refuses to admit that he’s been counting down the minutes until you arrive — not to Jimin (who offered him a sympathetic shake of his head and a Smirnoff shot at 9:30 when Taehyung asked if he had seen you around), and definitely not to himself.

    He keeps catching himself searching each room he finds himself in, wading through seas of sweaty bodies and scanning faces cast in harsh neon lighting. For what? Taehyung hasn’t figured that out yet.

    He’s on his fourth lap of the entire party when Jin thrusts a foreign red concoction into his hand. Taehyung gladly accepts (anything to dull the low thrum of disappointment boiling in his belly). ‘Drink’, he thinks Jin mouths — it’s hard to hear over the booming of whatever early-2000s club track Jungkook’s queued up — so he does. Shuts his eyes and downs it in one go like a goddamned macho would.

    A pretty girl saddles up to him immediately after, and it makes sense. Alcohol and women go hand-in-hand for him. She’s decent-looking, not out-of-this-world, not you, but good enough for the night.

    The girl (she introduced herself but Taehyung didn’t bother to listen) seems to know this dance well. She makes herself small — giggles at all his jokes, leaves light touches in all the right places, tucks her hair behind her ears all timid-like — so Taehyung can play predator. If he told her he’d fuck her right then and there, in this dark corner at some college party, he’s certain she’d comply, certain she’d give her all to him without a challenge.

    You’re nothing like this girl, he thinks, because all you know how to do is take.

    His timing’s terrible though, maybe the work of some gods above who are conspiring against him, because when he leans over the girl’s shoulder to whisper in her ear that his room’s right upstairs, he sees you. And when he does, his scope of the party instantly shrinks, blares red with alarm signals as it zones in on you and only you.

    Looking unfairly like an angel.

    A literal one, because that’s what you’re dressed as.

    It’s a scene straight out of a movie: you, staring back at him from across the room. Mini white dress and little, long legs. The angel wings you're wearing make you glow, like there’s a permanent spotlight looming over you.

    He half-expects you to amble over, but you don’t. Send a supportive thumbs-up is what you do instead.

    Confusion must be plastered all over his face because you answer by gesturing towards the girl currently attached to his side (and who he almost forgot about). There’s a knowing smile on your lips.

    In an alternate universe, maybe you would’ve cared enough to break the two apart. If you were a more fragile girl, someone a little looser with her heart, and Taehyung was the fuckboy you turned soft, then perhaps things might be different. Perhaps you’d cause a scene, flee crying and he’d have to run after you, give a whole monologue about what an asshole he is and what a mistake it was, that sort of thing. But you don’t break that easily and Taehyung’s no villain you’re meant to redeem — just a guy who likes pussy.

    The girl keeps trying to climb him like he’s a set of monkey bars, and it’s starting to annoy him. It shouldn’t though, because she hasn’t really done anything, except not be you, which she can’t be blamed for.

    The truth is: he’s happy you’re here. Glad that you showed up, kept your vow to, because, well, that’s gotta mean something, right?

    And, yeah, he’s not surprised at how lax you were about seeing him with some random chick. That’s just the way you are. Ironclad with your words when you say no-strings-attached. Cheering him on like you’re his wingman and not covered in his hickeys under your clothes.

    But he is disappointed. Just a little. Mostly with himself, though. Because even if you didn’t care, and even if there was no rational reason for him to, he still did. Still felt guilty when you saw him with her. Still wanted to regurgitate an instinctive ‘sorry’ and make you promises of monogamy he can’t keep.

    He doesn’t know why.

    Taehyung shakes his head in hopes that all these you-related thoughts might fly out as he does. It would do him good to declutter. Lord knows he’s been trying to rid his brain of you for a while now.

    He looks back at the girl in his arms. She’s pouting, peeved that he hasn’t been awarding her the attention she so rightfully deserves.

    She’s actually very pretty, he realizes, in a way that’s very clean and constructed. He’s had one-night stands with lots of girls less glossy and put-together than her.

    He shouts over the music, “What’s your name again?”

    “Sana!” She shouts back.

    On the other side of the room, you melt into the crowd, back turned as you glide through it. He watches your wings disappear under the hallway arch and into the distance. He commands his feet, ‘stay’, but they follow you anyway.

    “Um— Fuck— I have to— I need to—”

    Taehyung pushes a bewildered Sana off. He’s at least nice enough to look sheepish. “I’m really sorry.” He gets out as he rushes away.

    He bowls through masses, looking for you. A repeat of earlier, but now with intent. He spends hours entering dark rooms and exiting them, again and again and again until the party’s worn out. At 2 A.M., once all the people have dissipated, he bumps into a tipsy Jimin stacking empty solo cups in the kitchen and asks once more if he spotted your angel wings at all throughout the night, only to be met with the same pitiful response Taehyung got at the start of it.

    Where could you have gone?

    You’ve never been a fan of parties.

    It’s not because you hate drinking — far from it. When the guy upstairs gives you a stomach made of steel and an appetite for anarchy, it makes it hard for you not to be a goddamned champion at it. You’re always first to win a drinking game and last to fall victim to the night when you go out clubbing.

    And it’s also not because you haven’t been to any, because you’ve gone to your fair share since your freshman year. But it’s always the same ugly tableau. Humid rooms packed with raucous people. Dried vomit crystallizing on grimy bathroom floors. Boys getting sloppy-drunk and girls blacking out. You’re not one to judge, but it’s depressing to look at with near-sober eyes.

    After a while, it gets monotonous. So you just stopped going completely, declining any and all invitations that came your way.

    Up until last night, when Taehyung asked you to come and you agreed.

    What the fuck possessed you to do that?

    You were immediately greeted with a Dixie cup of green jelly (must be that ‘Paranormal Slime’ Taehyung told you about) from Jin — dressed like the Cheshire Cat, smile and all — upon arrival.

    “Haven’t seen you at one of these in a hot minute.” He comments as you accept the brew. He doesn’t appear to be wasted: trust Jin to be in charge of getting everyone plastered but not get plastered himself.

    You give him a nonchalant shrug, “Not my thing. You know that.”

    “I do.” Jin nods. He’s a year above you, a drama major — fitting since he subsists on attention. He’s also the de facto host of the school’s podcasting show, originally supposed to be about school-related news but which he’s since revamped as him talking about whatever he damn well pleases for an hour every week. It does pretty well, and that’s how you met him as a freshman, when you signed up to be his sound mixer after his first one quit. “What brought you here then?”

    “Nothing, really.” Your eyes flit around the room and Jin can already tell what you’re gearing up to ask. “Seen Tae around?” It comes out more eager than you meant it to.

    “Uh…” Half the frat has already caught you barreling out of Taehyung’s room, still slipping on your shirt, so you know they all know, but Jin’s face grimaces like it hurts him to answer. “Think I spotted him in the living room.”

    “Cool. Thanks.”

    You brush past him, ready to be enveloped by the swarm of drunks littered near the entryway, but before you are, you feel Jin’s hand stop you in your tracks.

    When you turn, he looks a little too nice, like a nurse readying to deliver a diagnosis. “He’s… preoccupied right now.”

    You know what ‘preoccupied’ is code for: he’s with another girl.

    “Ah. Right.” You put on a smirk, “Good for him.”

    Jin doesn’t look convinced. “If it’s any consolation, he was looking for you earlier.”

    “Seems like he found someone else, though.”

    The laugh which comes out of you sounds bitter and fake, and you start to despise Taehyung for resigning you to this role — the girl who doesn’t know any better, the one who people feel bad for.

    “Ew. Don’t give me that face.” You scrunch your nose. “Makes me feel ill.”

    “I’m not making a face?”

    “You are. You’re making a face like you want to say sorry.”

    “Well—”

    “And I swear to God, if you do, I’ll punch you.” You raise a balled-up fist to show him you mean business.

    Jin tries for a smile, but it still has ‘apologetic’ written all over it. You’re now determined to get the fuck away from this guy.

    “You’re cramping up my style.” You roll your eyes. “I’m going.”

    You walk with purpose, but without an end destination. The crowd sticks together like honey, elbows and lips brushing against one another’s, so it takes lots of pushing and excuse me’s just to get to the next room.

    It’s more of the same when you arrive: people chugging kegs-on-kegs-on-kegs and sucking face as if it’s a goddamned competition. The music is deafening, thumping like blood through the walls and floors. You spot a few people you recognize, but they’re too far gone to notice you.

    And then you see him. Taehyung.

    He’s in his Joker get-up, like he said he would be, and he looks distressingly handsome. Could-ruin-your-life-and-you’d-let-him handsome. He’s also with a girl, and she’s the kind of cute you could never be — shiny and basking in it. Stationed in his arms like that’s where she’s meant to be, and you wonder if you’ve ever looked like that next to him. Probably not.

    It’s not that you’re jealous, because you’re not. You’re not miserable, and you don’t feel like sulking away. It’s just weird to see someone else wrapped around him the way you’re used to doing. Cements the fact that you’re not his one and only — not that you ever thought you were, but now you’ve been confronted with undeniable proof.

    Truth is: you haven’t slept with anyone else besides him in two months. You dropped all your other options, and he climbed up from his number 3 position on your list to number 1. Not out of love, but out of convenience. He fucks you best and he’s the easiest to deal with — ready on demand to satisfy your needs.

    So this is good, you think, makes it easier in the long run. It gives you the green light; you put all your eggs into one basket and now this is the go-ahead to get back to your old ways.

    But your insides still feel odd and now you also feel out of place. There’s no reason for you to be here.

    Taehyung’s noticed you now though and you’re having a hard time deciphering his reaction — across the room, in the shadows, you can almost make out a frown on his mouth. He probably didn’t expect you to come. Maybe you misread him last night and he really was just extending an invitation out of courtesy.

    Either way, you know when you’re no longer needed. So you force your lips to quirk up and hope it passes for a smile.

    Right about now is when you could use a smoke. From inside the house, the backyard looks promising, wide and lush and undisturbed by sloshed college students.

    You’re ready to bail, but you hesitate before you do, pausing to take Taehyung and the girl in one last time. He’s still watching you with that nauseous expression on his face.

    They look good together, you decide, picturesque.

    It must’ve rained sometime during the night, because the air outside is fresh and cold — water’s the best cleansing agent, you think.

    The noise from inside is contained once you shut the porch door, and when you survey your surroundings, it seems like a place far removed from the one you’ve just left. Quiet, empty, still. Whatever knot was coiling in your belly disentangles itself when you breathe in.

    “Am I dying?” A deep voice interrupts your meditative state.

    There’s a boy sitting on the dark wooden steps. It’s Yoongi. A glass of whiskey sits idle in his hands. He’s peering at you like you’re an illusion.

    “What?”

    “Aren’t you an angel?” He nods towards your wings. “Is it finally my time? Have you come to collect me?”

    You snort. “Not sure you belong in Heaven, bud.”

    He makes a face like you’ve stung him, but you both know it’s just for show. You’re not particularly close to Yoongi. You know he’s Taehyung’s frat brother, have spotted him — at night, on your way out — in the kitchen making coffees, and you know he’s a music major, hence the late-night caffeine boosts, but that’s the extent of it. Regardless, you decide then and there that you don’t hate his company. Crossing the porch, you claim the seat next to him.

    “Careful.” He warns. “The wood’s wet.”

    You shrug. “S’okay.”

    Neither of you have much to say to each other, but the silence isn’t awful — quite comforting, actually. A reprieve from the emotional hellscape you were just in.

    You take out a smoke hidden inside your bralette and fish around for a lighter but find none. “Aw, shit.” You mumble to yourself.

    “What?”

    “Forgot my lighter at home.”

    Yoongi reaches into his back pocket and presents you with one, “Use mine.”

    You accept gratefully, flicking the switch a few times to light your cig until you hear the satisfying hiss of burning ember. The red glow at the end of the stick shines bright when you take a drag, but dies out once you exhale.

    Beside you, he’s staring at his drink, swirling the liquid inside the glass absentmindedly.

    “Taehyung’s inside, I think.”

    You sigh. You’re beginning to hate the association.

    “I know. He’s busy, though.”

    He doesn’t need you to expound — Yoongi hums in acknowledgment, so it’s clear he knows what ‘busy’ translates to, but he doesn’t offer you any sympathy, and for that, you’re thankful.

    You take a good, long look at him. Messy silver hair. Loose white tee over a navy blue turtleneck. Plum-colored basketball shorts. “What’re you supposed to be?”

    He gives you a wicked grin, “You know Killua?”

    “From HunterxHunter? Love that show.”

    “Exactly. My hair was already dyed platinum so I realized this was the natural next step.”

    “Huh. That’s pretty ingenious.”

    “Well, that is what they call me — ingenious Min.”

    You roll your eyes, but you’re smiling. He parts his mouth open to take a swig from his drink, unfurls his jaw like he’s letting the liquor coat his tongue, and after he swallows, he licks his lips as though he’s trying to savour every last drop.

    “Needed a breather?” He nods his head towards the party inside, muffled by the house walls.

    You take another long drag before you respond. “Yeah. Not really a fan of parties in the first place.”

    “I get that.” And you can sense that he really does, that you and him are alike in that way. “So why’d you come then? I mean— I live here so I don’t really have a choice, but you on the other hand…”

    There’s something frigid about the smirk you give him, and he instantly understands.

    “Oh. ‘Cause of him.”

    It disgusts you to hear it out loud. “Ugh. Don’t say it like that. I sound desperate. Like I’m in love with him.”

    He tilts his head, “I know you aren’t, but that’s the truth, isn’t it? He invited you and you’re here.”

    “You’re making it a bigger deal than it is. He and I— We’re barely friends. Acquaintances, at best.”

    “...Who fuck.” Yoongi deadpans.

    You groan, put your head between your knees like you’re going to be sick. “Can we talk about something else?”

    “No.” There’s a gentle knock on your shoulder. “You sure you don’t like him?”

    “Very.”

    His next words slide out of him with ease: “Good. ‘Cause my room’s just upstairs.”

    You release yourself from your own hold, mouth agape in disbelief at the man sitting on your right. His composure remains the same — no shift in his expression to indicate that he just prompted you to fuck. You stomp out your cigarette on the porch.

    “Are you serious?”

    “Yeah.”

    “But what about like — Jesus, I don’t know — bro code? Isn’t that a thing?”

    He hums thoughtfully. “Are you his girlfriend?”

    “No.” It makes you wince when you say it.

    Yoongi raises his eyebrows like he’s made his case. You came outside for peace of mind and, in the blink of an eye, you’re being propositioned.

    “I can’t believe this.”

    The image of Taehyung and that girl flashes in your head. He got with someone else, so what’s stopping you? There’s an intimidatingly pretty boy beside you and he’s straightforward and confrontational just the way you like it and he’s telling you he wants to sleep with you, so what’s stopping you?

    “Believe it, woman.”

    “You’re ridiculous. I don’t even know you.”

    “You don’t need to know someone to have sex with them. You just need to think they’re hot.”

    You’re incredulous, but part of you wants to laugh. “And you think I’m hot?”

    “Well, I’ve been trying to hide a semi since you came out here and sat beside me.”

    “Tempting. And you think I think you’re hot?”

    “I don’t know. Do you?” His grin is an open invitation, and when you remain quiet, he already knows that you’ve accepted.

    Goddamnit.

    Yoongi tastes like whiskey and black coffee. He doesn’t rush, doesn’t hurry, is agonizingly slow just to torture you. He maps out your body with his mouth, leaves a burning trail wherever he goes.

    You question your impulses when you see him deposit himself between your legs. You can rationalize this decision all you want — try to remain steadfast in your reckless selfishness, argue that you don’t belong to Taehyung and never have — but you know this can only end badly.

    “Still thinking about him, huh?” Yoongi quips from below. The stream of moonlight from his window makes the sweat on his forehead glisten.

    Too late, you realize, there’s no going back. He dives his tongue into you like it’s a promise, “Don’t worry. I’ll help you forget.”

    Yoongi’s knocked out cold next to you when you wake up the following morning. When you started sleeping with Taehyung, you made it a rule never to spend a night at the frat.

    You’re more careless now.

    The sunlight is blinding and you’re sore all over. There’s a bad taste in your mouth, like your spit has dried.

    You slip on your dress — wrinkled after being bundled up and haphazardly thrown onto Yoongi’s floor — and grab your wings from his desk. As quietly as you can, not wanting to disturb his rest, you tiptoe out of the boy’s room, ready to leave.

    When you turn to head for the stairs, you bump into Taehyung. He has a towel slung over his bare shoulder.

    He rubs the exhaustion out of his eyes and blinks like he can’t believe it’s you. His brows furrow, “Y/N?”

    “Hi.” You whisper breathlessly, hand rushing to pat down your matty hair.

    “Where’d you go? I was looking for you last night.”

    He scans your appearance just as your eyes instinctively dart towards the door you just closed.

    “Why were you in—” Taehyung’s face turns blank. His voice suddenly sounds far away. “Oh.”

    “Um. Yeah.” You’re in desperate need for a shower right now. “Look, I— I have to go.”

    You reach to press a swift kiss on his cheek. The softness of your lips leave a ghost of feeling on his skin, but it’s fleeting. He’s become unresponsive. “I’ll see you around, yeah?”

    You don’t wait for a response.

    #bts imagines #bts x you #bts x reader #bts fanfic #kim taehyung fic #kim taehyung x reader #kim taehyung fanfiction #kim taehyung #kim taehyung oneshot #taehyung fic #taehyung x reader #taehyung x you #min yoongi #min yoongi fic #min yoongi x you #min yoongi x reader #yoongi imagine#yoongi fanfic#yoongi smut#yoongi angst#taehyung angst#taehyung smut#bts fanfiction #taehyung x y/n #min yoongi x y/n #taehyung scenarios#yoongi scenarios
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  • marmolady
    30.07.2021 - 25 minutes ago

    Back to Reality: What Came Next (N*SFW)

    Book/Series: Endless Summer
    Main Pairings: Estela x (f)MC
    Summary: Rourke Ending. Taking up where 'Back to Reality' left off. Taylor and Estela have had a rough old day in the Rourke-verse, and take comfort in one another... in a way they haven't done since their world was a very different place.
    Word Count: 1824
    Warnings: Smut. I've not written anything as smutty as this before, so probably also need to stick in a warning here about potentially not-great smut. But hey, gotta start somewhere! Very N*SFW.
    Chronology: Directly following on from 'Back to Reality'. Read that one first! Or, well... skip to this one if you're just here for the sexy-times.
    Tagging: @saivilo, @edgydepressedchoicesthot, @sceptilemasterr, @greengroove @mauvecatfic

    Estela reached behind Taylor’s neck, her movements slow, deliberate, as she travelled downwards. She felt the curve of shoulder blades, arching into Taylor’s upper back. The skin so soft, unblemished. She paused over the clasp of the bra, her eyes flickering to her love’s face. Is this all right?

    A second pair of hands guided her, and the garment fell. Eyes dark with desire, Estela couldn’t look away. Her hands roamed to Taylor’s breasts, thumbs tracing over nipples which stood firm at her caress. The sensation beneath her fingertips was electrifying.

    “…Estela…” Taylor breathed. If only she knew how much she’d missed her touch.

    “God, Taylor, you’re beautiful.” Estela’s voice was a low growl at her wife’s throat. And then she kissed, working over the delicate neck and jawline, feeling her own urgent need growing with the pooling of heat at her core.

    Taylor’s heart thundered in her ears as she felt a nip at the base of her neck.

    “Are you sure this is what you want?” she asked, even as a soft moan escaped her.

    Without stopping to look up, Estela continued her fervent trail of kisses, her hands roaming down her lover’s body. “Shhhh… Taylor, put your hands on me. I need to feel you.”

    How could she argue? Taylor’s fingers dug into that strong, scarred back as she responded to the breathtaking touch, and she caught a smirk on Estela’s face as she glanced up momentarily. She kissed down into the valley of her wife’s breasts as she reached behind to unhook the bra --unwanted and most certainly getting in the way. As the bra fell aside, she took a nipple in her mouth, teasing it with suckling kisses and grazing with her teeth.

    Estela exhaled sharply, momentarily too dizzied to keep going. Taylor took the opportunity to tug her down onto the bed, leaning against her, mouth and one hand working over Estela’s chest, while the other traced a path down, down, then slipping into her underwear. Another gasp from Estela as she squirmed beneath her.

    “… you’re getting a little full of yourself…” Estela hissed.

    “I’m sorry, do you want me to stop?”

    “Don’t you dare…”

    Taylor resumed the stroking of her fingers over Estela’s wet folds, responding to a needy whimper.

    “More.” Estela bucked her hips against her wife’s hand, and moaned with sweet relief as those talented fingers at last found her clit. “Taylor…” She tipped her wife’s chin with a trembling hand, forcing eye contact, then grasped a fistful of blonde hair, anchoring their bodies in place. But all too soon, her lover was pulling away.

    “--hang on--” Taylor muttered, and she extricated herself just enough to fumblingly take care of both pairs of underwear, clothing she’d deemed to be nothing but a hindrance.

    Estela’s gaze was intense, fiery in her hunger. “You’re just so fucking perfect…” She grasped Taylor’s ass and tugged her onto her. She just had to feel her… every goddamn inch.

    “…You…” Taylor buried her face once more in her wife’s chest, slathering messy kisses to those humble breasts, sliding downwards until her mouth was working against an exquisitely toned stomach. Oh, how those muscles quivered beneath her kiss… “Estela, you are a goddess…

    Leaning deliciously close to her lover, Taylor kept eye contact as she stroked a finger over Estela’s entrance, inciting an exhilarated shudder that shook them both. Carefully, she eased in a finger, then two, crooking them so that they pressed against the sensitive spot with every pump in and out. Her thumb resumed a swirling dance around the small nub, and Estela gave a trembling moan. Strong fingers clawed into Taylor’s back with every moment; it hurt, but it felt so good.

    With a loud, shuddering exhale, Estela found her release, holding Taylor ever tighter as she writhed through waves of bliss. Slowly, she regained her breath and sank into the mattress, still seeing stars.

    “Joder….”

    With a heady giggle of self-satisfaction, Taylor pushed herself up so that she could properly admire the happily flushed face of the woman she adored. How she’d missed this. This bit especially. The look on Estela’s face… as though she were floating on a cloud.

    “I love you,” she breathed, and eased herself back down, Estela’s hand now idly, lovingly tracing swirls over her shoulder, making her heart flutter and skin tingle. “My starlight.”

    Once again, they were kissing. Slow and deliberate, catching one another’s moans as they trembled against their lips.  Estela’s arms around her, their legs tangling, Taylor let herself to be rolled onto her side; held and caressed and kissed as if there were not another damn thing in the world that mattered. Just that moment between them. Taylor’s eyes scrunched closed, prickling with tears. She’d waited a long and lonely time to kiss Estela like this… to be kissed back, so loved.

    “Oh, querida, it’s okay…. Shh, shhhh….” Fingers cradling her wife’s face, Estela laid kisses up Taylor’s cheek to her forehead, where she lingered. “I’m yours now. And you’re mine. I’ve got you now.”

    A tear rolled down Taylor’s cheek onto the duvet. Goddammit, why now? That lump in her throat was getting bigger…. “God, ‘Stel…. I’ve missed you so much.”

    “I know, I know….” Estela murmured. Her breath shook, then she spoke fiercely. “And I’ll fight ‘til my last breath to make sure you never have to miss me again.”

    Taylor spluttered out a few sobs, and hugged Estela all the tighter. She shivered. The hell were we thinking? You put on the heater, and then you go for naked sexy time. She supposed that coming in from outside, this was considered relatively warm when they’d first trudged in. A chatter of her wife’s teeth against her cheek made her laugh-- and then choke on her tears, and then laugh some more.

    “You wanna take this under the covers, my dearest love?”

    “P-please.”

    Estela cocooned herself in with Taylor, hoisting the blankets up around their faces. “When we live in San Trobida, there will be none of this fucking cold. And we can be naked together all the time if we wish, without getting frost-bitten tetas.”

    Taylor snorted. “Oh, babe. That’s the dream.” She hummed contentedly, the sadness of what had been fading in the soft glow of what was. This was now. Estela was holding her, and they were warm and safe. She let out a long exhale, and anchored herself in the present.

    “Do you… do you want to keep going?” Estela asked tentatively, her dark eyes searching Taylor’s face for confirmation that she was all right. “We can just cuddle…?”

    “I’m okay,” Taylor assured. “And I want more. More you.” She grinned and looped a leg around her wife’s long, toned one, grinding against her with a quiet moan. Fuck, she’s got nice legs….

    Estela smirked. “Well, if that’s what you want….”

    She captured Taylor’s hungry mouth in a deep kiss before ducking down, disappearing beneath the heavy covers. The heat of Taylor’s body, the scent of her… of her heady need, Estela was enveloped in it, and the soft blankets surrounding them, and it took her to a place where she was untouchable, bulletproof. Estela breathed it in, and her body shuddered with desire. She felt Taylor tremble at the touch of breath on her skin, goose-bumps already rising that had nothing to do with cold.

    “’Stel, please….”

    The muffled voice egged Estela on, but she was unhurried. She dipped her head, and ran her tongue languorously over the sensitive skin of Taylor’s stomach. A sharp whimper from above, a twitching buck of hips beneath her… oh, it was a kind of satisfaction Estela could bask in for days. She trailed kisses and licks and sharp nibbles in a meandering path across Taylor’s wonderfully soft inner thighs.

    “You’re so…. Fucking…. Beautiful….” she breathed against them, punctuating her words of praise with kisses of escalating fierceness… and spurring another whimpering moan.

    “God, Estela….”

    With a moment to catch her breath-- the cover of the blankets, though warm, was stifling-- Estela brought her hands to her wife’s sensitive place and gently stroked. Even if the darkened space she could see the glistening wetness of the twitching folds. Another deep breath, shuddering with her own want, and she brought her lips to Taylor’s clit, sucking softly.

    The effect was instant. With a sharp gasp, Taylor bucked her hips wildly, clocking Estela in the face. Giggling, Estela dipped back down and licked, alternating small, gentle, and long, hard strokes of her tongue until Taylor’s body was fluttering along with her heart, helpless in her wake.

    All too soon, though, Estela really needed to come up for air. She emerged from the covers to Taylor’s face aglow with a pink flush.

    “I love you… I love you….” Taylor panted, reaching for her lover’s face, delighting in the feeling as Estela took her fingers in her mouth and nibbled.

    “Didn’t I say I wouldn’t let you miss me?” Estela smirked, and crawled up a little further. Her eyes never leaving Taylor’s face, she leaned down into her, and swirled her tongue over a heaving breast, taking her time and teasing the nipple with gentle flicks.

    Taylor arched her back, pressing herself up against Estela with everything she had in her-- quite a feat as her body, by now, had gone to jelly.

    Then Estela moved up even further, her lips caressing a trail up Taylor’s neck, rising in intensity as she reached her jaw. As Taylor’s breath hitched with a high-pitched squeak, Estela settled in, letting her hand find its place where it was wanted most.

    “I--I’m so close…. I’m so close, ‘Stel.”

    “Mi amor,” Estela purred against her lover’s throat, “let me take care of you.”

    A few deftly placed strokes of talented fingers, and Taylor’s hips were bucking wildly, her hands grasping at Estela’s back as if for dear life, and a great cry of release escaped her lips.

    As Taylor’s frantic moaning subsided and her body shook, Estela caressed her… her sides, her breasts, her face, through her hair… and kissed her again and again, sweet and gentle.

    “Hey?” she asked softly. “Was that okay? Are you…?” Her dark eyes searched Taylor’s brilliant blue ones, and she saw only euphoria and love.

    Taylor was smiling so hard her face ached. Her body tingled with warmth… it was as if she were alight. “My starlight….”

    She pulled the covers up to both their chins, snuggled in against Estela, and kissed her… hoping with everything in her that she might somehow share some of the sheer happiness that coursed through her now-spent body.

    When she came away, she was once again breathless. “Does that… does that answer your question?”

    Estela giggled quietly and nuzzled in. “Yeah. I think it does.”

    The cruel world had fallen away. Wrapped up in their shared duvet, their hearts thundering together, Estela and Taylor had found their sanctuary in one another.

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  • missymurphy1985
    30.07.2021 - 26 minutes ago

    Friends with Added Benefits (part 5)

    Warnings - smut / pregnancy (this one got kinda long haha)

    Taglist @queenshelby @margoo0 @being-worthy @peakyscillian @ntmynouis @janelongxox @elenavampire21 @noctvrnalmoth @ysmmsy @cloudofdisney @lauren-raines-x @namelesslosers @misscarolineshelby @screemqueen

    Paul had been true to his word - he had even been an alibi for Cillian when suspicions had been raised - Cillian had fallen asleep in your hotel room one night and no one knew where he was the following morning. Paul had said he'd slept in his room that night after a few too many whiskeys.

    Filming was coming to an end soon - you'd only got a week to go before it was wrapped. You hit the 12 week mark a few days earlier, and a slight bump had definitely appeared across your lower abdomen now. You had butterflies every time your fingers crossed it. You'd had your scan the day before and you and Sophie were sat looking at the photo in the canteen.

    "That's it's nose I think.. and I think that's a leg. Could be an arm..." You were grinning from ear to ear, Sophie was beaming too.

    "What's got you two grinning like Cheshire Cats?" Cillian's voice called over from the coffee station.

    "Y/n's 12 week scan photo!! Come see!" Sophie waved it at him, and you definitely saw his face change. The smile had gone, and he cleared his throat, before making his way over.

    "Soph he doesn't want to see it, it's just a grainy photo, men aren't bothered by this stuff..." You protested, but Cillian had already taken the picture and was looking at it.

    "And everything is okay y/n?"

    "All fine - perfect in fact."

    "Good.. that's good." He looked at the photo again and handed it back to you, squeezing your shoulder slightly before walking away.

    Sophie was called over to makeup, leaving you with your thoughts. You didn't want him to see that photo - he wasn't supposed to see it.

    Putting the photo back in your bag, you made your way to his trailer. He'd been acting weird this last week - you'd been in his room the night before and he'd made you leave your t shirt on.. not what you expected from someone with a self professed pregnancy kink.

    You didn't even knock, just let yourself in. He wasn't there, strangely, you were certain he headed this way.. turning round to head back out you spotted two boxes on the side. Pregnacare vitamins.. what was he doing with those? Beside them was a carrier bag... More vitamins, a hot water bottle, slippers, and a small baby blanket, baby vests, babygros, even a teddy bear... the trailer door opened and he was suddenly in front of you, glancing between you and the bag.

    "We wrap next week, it was just a few things I picked up in town yesterday..." He took the bag from you and you couldn't help but smile.

    "You didn't have to do that Cillian.."

    "No I know, but I wanted to." He took his beanie hat off and placed it on the table, sitting himself on the sofa. You sat across from him on the other side.

    "Are you okay Cill?"

    "What? Yeah, yeah I'm fine. Are you?"

    "Yes. Listen we haven't really ironed out the details of this, um, arrangement..."

    "Details?"

    "The legal side.. I can speak to my solicitor when I get home, make sure we're both covered? You know, the parental rights thing?"

    "Oh.. yeah, just, um, just let me know what I need to do..."

    "Cillian are you really okay?"

    "I'm fine!" He snapped, making you jump. You stood abruptly, he'd never raised his voice to you before. His eyes cast towards the small bump under your tight t-shirt and his head fell. "I'm sorry. I'm sorry..."

    "The fuck is going on Cillian?"

    "I can't do this.. seeing you grow.. your body change.. it isn't doing what I expected it to do.. it isn't a turn on y/n.." his words stung, and you turned to leave, tears threatening to erupt. He grabbed your arm to stop you.

    "It's not turning me on - it's making me fall."

    "Fall?"

    "That's my baby in there y/n.." his hand fell onto your belly, the first time he'd touched you there, he'd always avoided it, and your heart jumped.

    "Cillian you said - "

    "I know what I said. But that was until you showed me the positive pregnancy test. I swallowed it down, put it down to shock.. but then your body changed.. and that scan photo today... It isn't shock y/n, it's complete and utter admiration. For you."

    "Cillian what are you saying?"

    "I'm saying.. I want this baby. Our baby.." his hand never moved, staying on your slightly swollen bump, eyes burning into yours.

    "You told me you didn't want to be involved, you didn't want a relationship, you didn't want to be tied down? This is going against everything you said and everything we agreed..."

    "You think any of this is easy for me? You're having my baby and I'm not gonna be a part of his life! That's my child you're carrying..."

    "Cillian..."

    "You don't want me, and that's fine I'm not asking that of you, but let me be a part of his life? Please?"

    "Who said I didn't want you?" He looked at you confused.

    "You said -"

    "We both clearly said a lot of things we didn't actually mean, didn't we?"

    "You want me?"

    "I think I do, yeah.."

    "You think?"

    "We've only ever seen each other during filming.. we have no idea how we'd actually get on outside of this set and the hotel room?"

    "We can change that."

    "How? I live in London, you're in Dublin..."

    "It's doable y/n. We owe it to this little one to try, right?"

    "We've got 6 months before the baby arrives Cillian, how the hell is this going to work?"

    "Move in with me."

    "In Dublin?!"

    "In London. I've been looking at houses."

    "I can't ask you to leave Dublin, you love Ireland..."

    "Then move to Dublin?"

    "What? Cillian this is crazy..."

    "Come to me for three months. Move in with me, let me be there for you both. Three months, if it works we decide then what we do. If it doesn't.. well we'll cross that bridge if it comes to it. What do you say?"

    "My doctors are here, my midwife..."

    "Then I'll move in with you. Give me three months - that's all I'm asking?"

    "What do we tell people?"

    "The truth. The baby is mine. Either way, no matter how it goes with you and me, I want to be a Dad to him."

    "You keep saying him..."

    "Gut feeling. It's a boy. Even bought a blue blanket, see?" He held up the baby blue blanket.

    "See now I think it's a girl! I bought a pink one on Amazon last week," you smiled. He cupped your face in his hands and rested his forehead on yours.

    "Tell me you don't want me and I'll accept it y/n."

    "I want you, I do... I'm scared of how people will react that's all.."

    "Only one way to find out isn't there?"

    "When?"

    "Tonight, after dinner. We announce it then. I'll do it if you don't want to?" You nodded. Your eyes watering. "Don't cry on me, you'll set me off..."

    "You? Crying?" You smirked.

    "What can I say y/n, you've broken me." He kissed you, a different kiss than any he'd given you before. Deeper, more loving, gentler. At first anyway.. it soon became hungrier, your bodies pressing together as your clothes were removed. He paused before lifting your t shirt over your head, his eyes moving down as he lifted it up. It was one thing feeling it, but now he could see it his breath caught in his throat. He dropped to his knees, his lips pressed against your stomach, kissing it lightly.

    "Okay I lied..."

    "About what?"

    "Fuck, I need you.. and now..." He moved over to his trailer door and locked it, before lifting your now naked body onto the counter. You'd only ever had him in the hotel room, this was way riskier - there were other crew and cast members walking around outside but neither of you cared. You cared even less when he dipped down and placed kisses along your inner thighs, opening your legs as wide as he could before drawing his tongue up your slit, your hands gripping his hair.

    "You need to be quiet y/n.. you can do that yeah?" You nodded, biting your lip to stop your moans as he buried his mouth against your core, his tongue rolling against your sensitive clit sending you into overdrive. You couldn't help but rock your hips against him, your orgasm building quickly. You had to cover your mouth to stop yourself from screaming as you came over his lips, your free hand gripping the side of the table. He chuckled as you caught your breath, before lining himself up and pushing in slowly.

    "That was quick, even for you..." He whispered in your ear as he filled you completely, setting a steady pace.

    "You feel so good inside me Cillian..." He groaned gently into your neck, carefully thrusting so as not to generate too much sound or movement in the trailer. He lifted your knees as high as they could go, as he leaned back slightly, both of you looked down, watching his cock move in and out. He brought his hand between you and started to rub your clit with his thumb, bringing his other hand over your mouth to muffle your groans. His breathing deepened as he picked up the pace a little, your walls clenching around him as a second orgasm took over.

    "I'm gonna..." he thrust hard twice before spilling inside with a gentle groan, resting his head against yours, catching his breath.

    "I'm gonna get to do that every day.." he whispered, circling his nose against yours.

    "Yes you are... are you sure about this?"

    "I've never been more certain of anything in my life."

    #cillian smut#cillian murphy #cillian x fem!reader #cillian x pregnant reader
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  • limitlessgojo
    30.07.2021 - 28 minutes ago

    Too Much to Handle

    Type: One-Shot (Completed)
    Warnings: NSFW !!! , Explicit Content
    Tags: Orgasm Denial, Smut, Slight Angst, Hurt/ Comfort, Fluff, BDSM, Edging, Crying, Creampie, Pwp
    Word Count: 2.3k
    Summary: Noritoshi edges you every single night for 5 days. And he cums all over your body at the end. But edging you repeatedly, may not have been the best idea.

    You currently have a very pleasant sex life with Noritoshi, your beloved boyfriend. Everything was in place. Trust, mood, and of course, safe words.

    Adzuki (red beans) to stop. Matcha to slow down. Simple as that and usually nothing went wrong in the bedroom. You were on birth control pills, which made it so much easier for the both of you.

    "Hey, how do you feel about orgasm denial?" Noritoshi asks you one night. You've been curious about it, knowing that you have good stamina and a solid track record of being patient.

    "Sounds okay," You shrugged. You've done all sorts of things with him already in bed, and so far you've loved every single one. "Why not?"

    Oh you were going to eat those words of yours.

    You both agreed to edging you and only you for 4 days, while Noritoshi got to come over your body at the end of every session. He loves seeing you covered in him. Smelling like him.

    You enjoyed it at first, loving it when he pumps his cum over your lips. Then you suck the head of his cock into your mouth, taking in as much cum as you can. His soft groans and praises make you light up.

    He carefully thrusts two fingers into you, pumping in and out while he presses a vibrator against your clit. Removing them everytime you come near climax.

    He was able to watch and experiment with your body a lot. Knowing exactly where your sweet spots are, and what makes you cum.

    Noritoshi found it simply divine. Hearing you sob and moan his name so beautifully. Begging and promising to do anything in exchange to cum. Your hips lifting and following the vibrator everytime he moves his hands. Pink pussy watery and so wet, but unable to cum. Twitching and fluttering around nothing.

    How your mouth waters as you stare at his long fingers.

    He gives you consolation from time to time, letting you suck either his fingers or his dick. He also leaves sloppy wet kisses in your inner thigh and against the skin around your clit, making your hips push up.

    You fall back against the bed after every session. His cuddles and kisses trying to cover up for the aching feeling down between your legs.

    But on the night of the 4th day, you were at your limit. It was actually so frustrating to be edged, only to be stopped. It was difficult to fall asleep after.

    You were miserable and horny, but incredibly excited for the next night.

    Only for Noritoshi to suggest something else the next day, "Do you think you can try for one more night?" He asked.

    You gulped, seeing him look not so secretly pleased. 'He looks like he's really enjoying this. I don't wanna disappoint him.'

    "Don't worry, I'll let you come tonight. I just have some ideas in mind, but I wanted it to be a surprise." He smirked.

    "Okay. I'll be good for you." You meekly answered. His smile was so warm and loving, you forgot about your needs for a bit, hugging him tight.

    "Such a good girl for me darling. I love you."

    "I love you too Toshi."

    But you were at wits end later that night. Stark naked, with the addition of handcuffs and some ropes to hold you down. Your legs spread far apart, exposing your quivering cunt.

    It's been 2 hours of edging. Scratch that, it's been 5 nights. You were close to breaking.

    You sobbed for the millionth time that week as Noritoshi kissed your pussy and sat back to pause.

    He pressed the vibrator against your clit, watching as your legs shook, only to remove it as you started trembling.

    "You can't come yet." He said softly, yet firmly.

    "Why not?" You gasped. "I've been so good for you."

    Noritoshi's eyebrows raised. "Because I say so." Edging you multiple more times. He was so focused on your body that he failed to see tears streaming down against your temples.

    "Toshiii," You were full on sobbing and shaking. "Please let me cum. Adzuki! Adzuki! I can't do this anymore! Adzuki!"

    Static white noise.

    Noritoshi heard his pulse thunder against his ears upon hearing you use your safe word. Never had you ever used it before. Not even when he tied you up and fucked you over 5 rounds that one night until you were a sobbing drooling mess.

    "Nuh-no more!! No! Don't want!" You babbled and shook your head, trying to move away from him.

    His heart broke to see you like this.

    He dropped everything, undoing your ties and massaging your limp arms, pulling you close as you cried frustratedly into his chest, cuddling and frantically hushing you.

    "I'm sorry, I'm sorry." You were apologising as you shook your head and pushed him away.

    No. This was not how it was supposed to go.

    "Baby I'm the one who's sorry. Shhhhh, Toshi is here. Okay, I'll stop, I'll make you cum. I promise." He rushed the words out in a hurry.

    "I'm sorry," You kept repeating apologies, crying and shaking your head. You didn't seem to hear a word he was saying.

    He pressed his lips tenderly into yours and breathed air into your mouth. "Follow my breaths." He commanded.

    That tone. He used that voice you could never resist listening to and following. So you slowed down your breathing until you matched his pace. He rubbed slow circles onto your back.

    "You're such a good girl. The best, my one and only angel," he softly cooed. You preened, feeling yourself slip further into a subspace. Your head felt so foggy.

    "Why are you apologising?" He asked gently as he finally notices your tears and wipes it away.

    Your lips started trembling, " buh-Because I cuh-couldn't do it anymore. I'm not *hic* good enough for yuh-you. I wuh-wanted to come but you…. said… hold off longer… can't-" you started breathing heavily again but he kissed you to distract you.

    "No, no that's not your fault. That's mine for not taking care of you properly. I pushed you way past your limits. I'm sorry. You are more than enough for me, you know that. Can you forgive Toshi?" He nuzzled into the side of your face.

    Deep inside, Noritoshi was actually losing it. Mentally slapping himself for letting you feel this way to the point you had to use a safe word. He never wanted you to feel this way with him.

    "But I wuh-want t-to feel good together with you. I can handle maybe 3 days of no cumming, but 5 is too much," You hiccuped.

    "Yes, I'm sorry. I know that now. Whatever you want, I'll do for you now. Okay?"

    You looked up at him with the biggest eyes ever, his heart clenched. "Anything?"

    "Anything. As long as it won't hurt the both of us, I'll do it for you." He promised.

    For someone who was so desperate to come, he watched you become shy. But the words that came out weren't, "Make love to me. Cum inside me Toshi." You begged him.

    "Okay, if that's what you want." He quickly set to removing his clothes and fixed the bed, making sure you were as comfortable as you could be.

    "Like this. I wanna face you. Stay close." You whimpered, holding out two hands.

    Missionary position. Noritoshi's and your personal favorite, because of how intimate it is. He pushes your legs far apart, revealing your aching hole.

    You were still loose from the stretching he did earlier, but there was a slight burn as he entered you. You welcomed it wholeheartedly.

    His cock was inside. His cock was inside of you. Finally!

    You teared up again, wanting this for so long.

    "Shhhh," he tried to calm you down as you cried some more.

    "So happy, you're finally inside of me Toshi," You sniffed.

    Distantly, Noritoshi thought he heard something like a tightly coiled string snap. You looked absolutely delectable right now. Pussy a bright red and your face a teary mess.

    He was rock hard down there as he started out with deep and shallow thrusts.

    "Yes, yes, more, give" You moaned, hooking your legs around his waist to prevent him from pulling all the way out.

    "Anything for my angel." Noritoshi sucked on that tender part of skin under your ear.

    You felt him glide in and out of you and it was such a relief against your vaginal walls.

    You went on like that with him for a while, with Noritoshi stroking your cheek, making sure you felt good as he started to move faster.

    But something felt off. "Toshi," You cried.

    "What is it baby?" He looked over you in alarm.

    "Can't cum. Don't know. Feels weird." Your body wasn't used to it anymore, the sensations feeling familiar but not exactly the same as before.

    You felt absolutely horrible, your body was at that knife's edge of tipping into orgasm, but it wouldn't.

    "Listen to me okay? Let it happen. Do you trust me? Do you trust your Toshi?"

    You looked up into his eyes, and was surprised by their intensity. So dark. His hair, his eyes, his expression. His focus was 120% on you. On making you feel good.

    You loved that about Noritoshi. He was incredibly sincere and pure hearted about everything he did. "Yes I trust you. I love you."

    "I love you too Angel. Hold on tight." He let you grip onto his shoulders as he held onto your hips and started slamming his hips up and down, driving his cock so deep like it never did before.

    He watched as you yelped at a certain angle, and changed his thrusts to hit that soft spot deep inside.

    Your arms shot out to grab the sheets beside you as you keened, feeling intense pleasure while Noritoshi hits your G spot repeatedly.

    "Please, please," You whined, tears falling past your cheeks, breaths uneven.

    "There there now. Toshi is here. You're allowed to cum anytime. I will give it to you." He kissed away your tears and pressed close as he continued to pound into you.

    Your breath hitched, feeling him poke against your tummy. "Toshii, I ugh-" you started to lose coherence as you felt a wild spark of heat down below.

    "Let go." Noritoshi refused to come before you did, holding off his orgasm despite how your velvety wet insides molded and squeezed him perfectly.

    He reached down with one hand to furiously rub your clit, lighting up all the nerves in your body. He used his cursed technique to move faster and faster, hips moving at an unearthly pace.

    "Toshiiii-ahhhhn!" You screamed as your body violently convulsed, your pussy creaming around his cock and contracting madly as you finally came. It was the hardest and most intense one that you've ever experienced.

    "That's it, my angel, come for me." He praised you as your screams increased in pitch and volume. He held you down as you thrashed about, not wanting you to slip off of him.

    You tightened so much that it almost made him cum right away. Almost.

    Noritoshi hooked his arms around your legs as he chased off his own orgasm. Skin slapping harshly against skin. He pushed in at a deeper angle.

    "Yesyesyes," You moaned despite still reeling from your orgasm high. "Fuck me, fuck yes, more!"

    Noritoshi was practically snarling as he continued pummeling into you, finally cumming and stuffing you full. "So tight! You've been so good for me, and look at you. You're perfect baby."

    You trembled even harder upon feeling his dick throb and the cum slosh inside of you.

    "Are you still coming? You're such a good girl, coming on my cock like this. So pretty." He grinded deeper and continued playing with your clit and nipples, making you twitch as you rode out your second orgasm gently.

    You made sounds of choking and gasping which made him slow down. "Is that too much for you? It's okay baby. It's okay."

    You tried to reply, but all that came out was a string of incoherent sounds, like a baby's babbling. Noritoshi smiled.

    He made you cum 4 more times and stuffed you well past your capacity, feeling his seed seep out of your cunny and run down your ass. Pressing you down against the mattress as he rutted into you as he continued spurting loads inside of you.

    You refused to let him pull out even when he grew soft.

    "Stay."

    And so Noritoshi did, because he promised you anything you wanted.

    You sniffed quietly, but he heard it of course. "Baby" He cooed as he held you closer, but you refused to look into his eyes.

    "Don't tell me you're still mad?"

    You pouted, but shook your head. "I agreed to it. I wanted to be so good for you-"

    "You are," he cut you. "You are so good. 5 days as opposed to the original 4 nights. I really was supposed to make you come tonight. And you did so well to make it this far, but I won't push you to do something like this anymore. It's my fault for extending it."

    You shut your eyes. "I thought you would be disappointed if I told you I couldn't do it. You looked so excited to try out so much stuff in the bedroom." You bit your lip hard, but he reached out to stop you from doing that.

    You sucked on his fingers while he pressed his lips against your forehead. "I won't be disappointed if you tell me no. I need to know the extent of your boundaries, so we can work out what's best for the both of us. Don't think I'd leave you for someone else who could last a week without cumming just because. That's not how I feel. I want to experiment with you and you only. You understand?"

    You finally looked up at him and you were shocked to see how worried he was. Eyebrows all scrunched up. A big frown on his face. You kissed him, "I understand."

    He pressed in closer. "Good girl. Such a good girl for Toshi. I'm so proud of you."

    You let out a sob at that. And he patted your back as you cried off whatever heaviness you had left inside of your chest, emotional baggage now a lot lighter.

    "You're right. I was scared you'd leave for someone who could handle you better in bed." You whispered after you finally calmed down.

    "Mmm, not gonna happen. Ever. You're stuck with me. Forever."

    "Forever sounds nice Toshi."

    Author's Notes: When I say that I'm so down bad for Noritoshi, I legit am on Noritoshi brain rot. And me being stuck at home with a lockdown is definitely fueling this XD. I'm supposed to be working on Blood Bound, but I couldn't help but write this because I felt the sudden urge to.
    Hope you enjoyed reading! - Mon
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  • thatesqcrush
    30.07.2021 - 28 minutes ago

    In Another Time, Pt. 8

    Bryan Kneef x Reader. NSFW (oral sex, female receiving), language. AN: Angst. This is for the "oral sex" square of summer bingo. WC: 2K

    Given the nature of the relationship, you and Bryan dated off campus, to avoid being seen by others. Now wasn’t the right time. The further away you were from campus, the more relaxed and free you both felt. Bryan insisted on having some stays at your off-campus apartment, ignoring your consternation. And that was where you both were. The window curtains were apart and you could hear the rain pelting against the window, creating a rhythmic tapping sound. The sky was grey and gloomy, and you watched as the rain dropped in rivulets against the glass.

    You turned over in bed towards Bryan who was pouring through the law school’s policy on fraternization, or rather “Consensual Romantic or Sexual Relationships Between Faculty, Staff and Students.”

    You stroked his chest, your fingers running through the salt and pepper that decorated his chest. “Section 2.0 is clearly meant for us.” You murmured, as you now turned on your side and kissed up his shoulder.

    “What was section 2.0 again?” Bryan wondered out loud as he flipped back through the school handbook. “Pre-existing relationships?”

    “I think we have a leg to stand on as we both worked together at STR.” You replied.

    “Accommodations for pre-existing relationships between a faculty member and a student will also be considered on a case-by-case basis, and, when possible, will lead to development of a management plan in consultation with the department chair and dean.” Bryan read out loud.

    “See? That’s us.” You pressed a kiss on his bearded cheek and then made your way out of bed. “We should just rip off the bandaid on Monday. Last thing I want to do is drag this out.”

    Bryan eyed you as you grabbed your robe, tying it closed. He climbed out of bed and approached you. “The only dragging that is going to be done is you, and back to bed.” He grabbed you by the waist and turned you, eliciting a squeal from you. The two of you tumbled back onto the bed, where he made himself comfortable over you. He bracketed your wrists and when his lips found purchase along your neck, you quickly forgot about any school policy about faculty/student relations.

    Bryan’s beard tickled your skin as he pressed hot wet kisses along the length of your body. You ran your hands through his hair, guiding him to where you wanted to feel him most. Bryan paused along your hip bone, sucking a deep mark before scraping it with his teeth. He moved further along down your thigh, tracing his lips, torturing you. Bryan pushed your legs apart and hooked your thighs onto his shoulders, pulling your pussy close to his mouth. From his vantage point, Bryan could see how soaked you were, your arousal dripping. You felt his warm breath lingering and in the next second you gasped as he licked a slow, broad stripe.

    Your hips rose automatically, wanting more. Bryan draped his heavy arm against you, pinning you in place. He used his other hand to spread one leg even farther apart before delving back in. Bryan lapped your juices, making sounds of content which vibrated along your body.

    Your hands pressed your breasts together, before tugging and pulling on your nipples. “Oh fuck.”

    Bryan pressed his thumb along your clit as he continued his oral ministrations. Your juices soaked beard and he pressed his tongue even deeper inside of you, mimicking what he planned to do to you soon enough.

    Bryan pulled away briefly to suck two of his thick fingers and then slid them into you while his tongue found your clit once more. He moved them in and out, slowly, torturing you even more. You where whimpering as you writhed against him.

    You felt the coil inside of you start to tighten and you grabbed the sheets, tugging. “Bryan, yes, oh fuck, yes!”

    You were so fixed on coming as Bryan was to make you come, neither one of you heard the jingle of a door being unlocked and opening. You both also did not hear the footsteps that approached.

    “Y/N, I am sorry! I needed to use the spare, but I brought coffee -- holy shit!”

    Bryan and you jumped apart and you scrambled to cover yourselves. Marissa, your friend and former colleague stared at the two of you in complete shock. You threw yourself back down onto the bed, face first into a pillow.

    “Bryan, you remember Marissa.” Your voice was muffled by the pillow.

    “I - I - I am going to go.” Marissa replied, backing out.

    Bryan tapped your back. “No need. I’m actually going to head out. I need to take care of some firm stuff actually.”

    You sat up, still holding the sheet. “Are you sure? It’s okay.”

    Bryan nodded. He pressed a quick kiss on your lips before grabbing the other sheet you had, covering himself before he grabbed his clothes. Bryan gave Marissa an awkward smile as he moved past her, heading to the bathroom.

    “I’ll be in the kitchen.” Marissa replied. You took in her sodden appearance, realizing probably as to why she used the spare key.

    “Okay.” You sighed. “I’ll meet you there.”

    Marissa shut the door behind her and you scrambled for something that covered more than just your robe. After dressing, you made your way to the kitchen where you found Marissa and Bryan chatting and to your surprise, Marissa was actually laughing. ‘Holy crap.’ you thought to yourself.

    Both turned their attention to you. Bryan leaned over and grabbed one of the coffees Marissa had brought. “I’ll text you about dinner tonight.” He pressed a quick kiss to your forehead and left without another word. “Marissa - good to see you.”

    Marissa turned her attention back to you as the door shut with a silent click.

    You let out an audible sigh. “So now you know.”

    Marissa took a drag of her coffee. “I know.”

    “Well, do you want the long, sordid version, or do you want the short version, where I started sleeping with a guy who turned out to be my ex-boss and law professor?”

    Marissa narrowed her eyes. “Neither. After everything he put you through? This is some messed up shit.”

    “Marissa cut me some slack here.” You replied. You looked at the coffee tray and realized Bryan had taken the other coffee. You let out another sigh, this one of annoyance as you putted around the kitchen to grab what you needed to brew a fresh pot.

    “No. You were a damn good paralegal. You told me how well stuff was going with school and now you're throwing it away for...what? What is the school going to say when this inevitably blows up and they find out?”

    You turned around and leaned against the counter. “No, it’s not about getting ahead.”

    “Then what? A little hot sex? You're willing to ruin your credibility and future career over that? I mean, Y/N what the hell are you doing?”

    You rolled your eyes and turned your attention back to the coffee maker. Your shoulders rolled forward, slumping and you pinched the bridge of your nose in exasperation.

    “Oh my fuck - you’re falling for him!” Marissa gasped.

    You shook your head. “No way.” You leaned up and grabbed a mug.

    “You so are. Damn it, you poor girl.” Marissa laughed as she hopped onto a stool. “So how hot is the sex? Are the office rumors true?”

    “What?” You half-shrieked. “Marissa!”

    “Oh come on. Please. I am not getting any. Help a girl out with a few details.”

    You poured the coffee that had just finished brewing and brought it over to the island where Marissa was sitting. You opened the porcelain bowl in front of you and plopped two cubes of sugar into your coffee. “He’s just so… and I’m, um…”

    “Wow, look at you! You're all, uh, mushy and...warm and full of secret feelings.” Marissa laughed once more. “You have it bad.”

    **

    By the time the evening had rolled around, the rain had stopped. You and Bryan were out at dinner. You were cozied next to him in the leather booth. The restaurant was dimly lit, the atmosphere romantic with decadent floral arrangements throughout. You ran your hand up Bryan’s thigh, inching closer and closer. Bryan tilted your chin towards him and lowered his lips to yours.

    The waiter came by, asking if you both needed fresh drinks and you told him you did before swallowing the remainder of the cocktail in front of you.

    You rapped your nails against the cloth of the table, as you gave the menu a glance. Truth be told, you weren’t in the mood for food - but you weren’t in the mood for anything else.

    Bryan could sense you were not okay. The entire evening, things felt off. You had reassured him things were fine, but Bryan knew it was anything but.

    He placed his hand over yours, stilling you. You glanced at him and gave him a small smile. Bryan could see through it. The more you told him you were ‘fine’, the more irritated he began to grow.

    Bryan lowered his eyebrows at you and the action made you hold your breath.

    The waiter came by with fresh drinks and you were grateful for the small interruption. “Are you ready to order?”

    You nodded eagerly and quickly sounded off what you wanted, with Bryan following and doing the same.

    “I’m nervous about tomorrow.”

    Bryan gave you a surprised look at your quiet confession. “It’s going to be fine.

    “You say that like it’s easy Bryan. You’ll be fine - I am the burgeoning wannabe lawyer who is jeopardizing—“

    “Jeopardizing?” Bryan interrupted. “Is that what you really think that this - us - are?”

    In that moment, Bryan was momentarily brought back to his coma dream and he wondered if you were right - this was a mistake - this was him grasping at straws for something doomed from the start. He had fallen for “dream you” originally. And now in reality, he did not want to lose you. Whatever it was between you and him, he did not want to picture it ending. The two of you had only just begun dating. There was a paranoid voice in his head saying perhaps he was mistaken after all. At the same token, being with you made him feel as if he was truly alive.

    You shook your head. “That was a poor choice of words. I didn’t mean it that way. I just worry if things don’t go over well with the department?”

    “There’s no reason to think that way.” Bryan replied. He pulled your gaze towards him. You looked at him intently, seeing the sincerity in his sage colored eyes.

    **

    You stared at the entrance to the office of the Dean. You were early. Bryan had texted you that he was on his way. Inwardly, you couldn’t shake Marissa’s words out of your mind. Your stomach lurched and before the contents of your breakfast could spill, you spun on the balls of your feet and walked away.

    **

    You were passing ships as Bryan arrived at the Dean’s office shortly thereafter. The ever confident litigator felt ready and prepared. However, that deflated when you did not return his texts. When he tried calling, your phone went to voicemail.

    Hours went by before you actually responded. Bryan felt his stomach lurch when he read your text:

    I’m sorry. We need to end this before we make it worse. Don’t hate me.

    TBC.

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