#inches away from doing this to r***** ****** and e**** ******** . i need to get them out of there now !!

[wuntrum]

honestly love when artists draw copious amounts of fanart for a character and then start adding more and more personal touches or headcanons to how they depict them and then just change their name and adopt them as an original character. its like watching nature heal in real time

[lxnarphase]

g. satoru who is a massive pervert and constantly whines for you to let him touch you all the time, even when you're both around others. you've lost count of how many times he grabs you and pulls you into his lap, his warm hands slipping under your shirt while sitting next to g. suguru, who's attention is no longer on the tv.

'he doesn't mind,' satoru always comforts you, grinning into the skin of your neck. 'sugu's my best friend, he knows i can't help but touch you, baby.'

best friend or not, that doesn't explain how you always ended up with your legs spread open wide in satoru's lap, your jeans and panties discarded somewhere on the floor as suguru kisses all over your thighs. the two of them talk like you aren't even there, as if you aren't growing wetter as each second passes.

"satoru," suguru purrs, his fingers running up and down your soft lips, parting them open to watch slick slowly drip out of you. "you must be doing something else to her. i've never seen it get wet so quickly." the way he speaks so calmly makes you dizzy. it's unfair, so fucking unfair how calm and collected suguru is when he's inches away from your pussy, those pretty purple eyes focused on it.

"yeah? 's wet?" it's also unfair how riled up it gets satoru, seeing his pretty baby getting shy because his best friend is rubbing his fingers up and down her slick folds. "she's so messy, isn't she? she's the prettiest little pussy," he coos into your ear. that gets a chuckle from suguru, his eyes finally looking at you. "always the one to talk to the pussy and not about it, aren't you, satoru?"

his fingers finally focus on your clit, rubbing little circles into it. both you and satoru look pretty from this angle, suguru notices. the pure need and shyness on your face paired with that manic desperation on satoru's...it's a perfect picture, one he wants saved forever. maybe next time you'll let him take some pictures...after all, he needs a new background for his phone.

"c'mooon, sugu...give her a kiss? c'mon, c'mon, give that cunt a kiss, tell me how sticky 'n' wet she is," satoru fucking begs, acting as if he's the one spread open and dripping. but you second the thought, giving suguru the prettiest little puppy eyes.

"anything for you, princess," he coos softly, leaning down and pressing a little kiss on your clit. it's so light you barely feel it but then he's peppering kisses on it, your wetness starting to get on his lips and making each press of his lips sticker and wetter. "s-sugu-!" before you can even beg for more, his mouth is on you. his tongue is so wet and hot on your cunt, it feels like he was drooling for you.

"does she taste good? how wet is she, suguru, c'mon, tell me, tell me how that pussy tastes, pretty please?"

"mm, satoru, it's almost as if you wanted to be between her legs."

"who wouldn't? she's so pretty, she's squirmin' so cutely, my pretty baby, my needy little mochi, her pussy's always so creamy and warm and messy, god, i miss it right now."

"shit...stop talking like that, you're gettin' me flustered, should i-"

"s-sugu, please, keep going," you so politely ask. it's unbearable how cute you are, it's taking everything in him to keep being nice, to keep treating your cunt nicely. he knows satoru is mean and practically bullies your pretty slit almost every day, but he wants to be the nice one, the one who you go to when your 'toru' is being too mean. yet, you're making it so fucking hard when you look at him with lidded eyes that beg him to be rougher with you...

but he knows he's done for when satoru whispers something in your ear that has your eyes fluttering a bit and gets a pretty little gasp from you. those gorgeous eyes—oh, do you have little tears in them too?—connect with his and he's fucked.

"s-suguuu, please," you coo to him, moving your legs to hook over his shoulders and pull him closer to the apex of your thighs. "i need your mouth on my pussy r-really bad, please don't tease me." you take a pause and squeeze your eyes shut, whining a little as satoru coos for you to keep going. "g-give my...my messy cunt attention, suguru..."

suguru shakily sighs and the next thing you know, his mouth is smushed against your pussy, his tongue hungrily swirling against your clit as his hands grab onto the fat of your thighs. he doesn't know what gojo told you in order to hear you say that, but he's silently thanking him as he messily sucks and slurps at your juicy cunt.

it's so hot, all it takes is a few swipes of his tongue and you're gushing everywhere. suguru lowers his head to dip into your hole and he moans. he missed this, missed the sweet taste of your juices on his tongue as you squirmed and moaned for him, your boyfriend's best friend.

"fuck, i-i can hear how wet she is," comes satoru's pitiful whine, his hand dipping down to swipe at your clit as suguru focused on lapping up everything that dripped out of you. "lemme help, lemme help, wanna help you get her creamy, sugu." the feeling of suguru groaning into your puffy folds has you keening, arching your back against satoru's chest. oh, he's in heaven watching you both. "yeah, you didn't know she could cream, didya? put your fingers in her, sugu, put 'em in that sticky little pussy 'n' angle up."

reluctantly pulling his mouth off you with a wet sound, suguru slips two of his fingers in you. he doesn't miss the cry of his name, but he really doesn't miss the delirious giggle and moan when he angles his fingers up, rubbing against that spongy spot.

"f-fuck, she's dripping..."

"go on, fuck her with your fingers, you know you wanna see her make a mess. make her fucking cream, suguru, get her prepped. maybe t'day she'll let you put it in...oh, based on your face, she just clenched on your fingers, yeah?"

his fingers are still swirling around your clit, his other coming down to press on your abdomen. he can hear you getting wetter, your little whimpers turning to moans as you slur their names desperately. he wants you to lose all thoughts, only able to think about him and suguru...yeah, he wants you all soft and sweet so he and his best friend can try and slip into those warm, slick walls.

"mmn...she's really creaming...god, pretty girl, can you cum for me? i wanna see you cum on my fingers. satoru, move your fingers, the poor thing needs my mouth on her."

"hmmm, suddenly you know what she needs? ehehehe, you're learninggg, suguruuuu!" if you had turned to look at satoru, you'd see the charged look in his eye, blue eyes practically glowing with insanity. his hand grabs a fistful of suguru's hair and pulls his face directly into your cunt, unable to handle any more of this. he wanted to see you cum on suguru's face.

"c'mon, c'mon, kiss it, suguru, make it messy for the both of us. mmh, fuck, listen to you making out with her pussy, s' wet and sticky, isn't it? oohmygod, both of you sound so good, she's gonna cum, sugu, she's gonna cum in your mouth...fuck, i love you both so much, can't wait to see you both fucking each other."

[avaredava]

Alphabet smut headcannons Choso Kamo

I've seen people do this trend a while ago so hopefully i'm not too late!

Warnings: Pure smut, fem!reader

Series

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A = Aftercare

KING of aftercare, kisses, cuddles, food? You name it he'll do it for you. He also loves getting it back so make sure you show him the same love because he honestly so deserves it.

B = Butts or tits (what they prefer)

Tits, he loves your whole body but something about your tits has him ruttting against you. He likes giving hickeys around them, big or small he loves boob jobs, even just rubbing the tip against your nipple.

C = Cum (What it looks like)

Clear and creamy, it's so cute when he comes too.

D = Dick size and colour

He thinks it's small but it's a perfect 6 and a half inches. Very veiny and a perfect thickness to hit every sweet spot. A really pinkish red tip, especially when he cums, #c96b77, literally a perfect dick.

E = Exposed (Sexy clothes they would wear)

REALLY tight boxers, it's kinda funny seeing him limp around but he looks hot anyway.

F = Foreplay

Also the king of foreplay, kissing all over your body, licking your body and fingering you till your soaked so you can have a perfect not painful time on his dick.

G = Generous (How many orgasms would they give you)

5 or 6 in one night, otherwise he'll give as many as you need.

H = Hit (Would they hit you)

No, just no. He learned from his brother's it's not okay to hit a woman, and he stands by the rule.

I = Intimate (How intimate would they be)

VERY intimate he hates "fucking" he wants to feel your warm body not just your warm walls. He wants to see your face change with emotions, that's why he loves missionary.

J = Jostling (How much would they throw you around)

Never, he finds a position and stays.

K = Kinks

Crying, not mean or in pain, just knowing his cock made you feel so good to the point of tears? Is the best thing to him. Also breeding, just seeing plump with his cum or kids just gets him going.

L = Lick (Would they use a bunch of tongue?)

Yes, especially with foreplay. He wants you to feel his whole body even tongue.

M = Masturbating (How much would they do it or how)

All the time, especially if you don't want sex, he respects that. But that shirt just has him going and he can't hold it and he needs to jack off or something.

N = No! (What they would NOT do)

Smack, like his brother's to never hurt you. Or edge you, he doesn't like seeing you not in pleasure, he gives pleasure not take it away.

O = Oral sex

ALWAYS, he loves licking your pussy, for your pleasure or for his. He loves your taste. There's been times where he ate you out to fall asleep.

P = Public (Would like fuck in public)

No, he loves hearing you moan or him being allowed to moan. Or he doesn't want anyone to see both of you bare. If you were needy he would finger you in a lockable bathroom, not the ones with stall just one room so it's safer. And fingering doesn't require stripping either.

Q = Quick (how fast they would cum)

Super quick, and he hates condoms, he has a bit of a breeding kink like I mentioned before. He physically can't cum with a condom on. He needs to feel your warmth.

R = Ride (top or bottom)

Power bottom who is also a sub or really whiny top. No matter what he's always a bit of a sub.

S = Sultry (how slutty are they)

Kissing your legs all over until you say yes.

T = Tender (how rough are they)

VERY tender, never goes to the point you have to say your safe word.

U = Unpredictable (things you didn't know what would happen but it did)

Be crazy good at eating you out. He can eat you out and finger you amazingly at the same time it was amazing.

V = Volume (how much they cum)

Just a little since he's half a curse, but he pumps you full of his cum till he can have buckets of it.

W = Whipped (how whipped they get during sex)

Crazy whipped, he cries most of the time on how close he is to you. He never wants to pull out and sometimes he falls asleep with his cock in. Most of the time you cock warm him.

X = X - Rated (How much they moan)

Crazy moaning, not even whimpering. Full on moaning almost screaming. Multiple complaints and yellings from neighbours.

Y = Yearns (how much they want sex)

24/7 not just for your body, it's because he feels close to you.

Z = Zoom! (how fast they thrust or move)

So fast or so slow. As long as you're happy he's happy, he does whatever you want.

A/N: i went on c.ai to make a random ai give me lists of sexual words that start with a specfic letter LMAO i couldn't think of some words

[gold-dustwomxn]

safety net

summary: reader says safe word for the first time.

request here based on brat tamer!ellie

cw: smut mdni

fingering (r + e receiving)

flufffffffy sex it’s about to get real romantic up in here

ellie had been edging you for what seemed like an eternity, flipping you into every position. your legs were now pressed to your chest as she thrusted into you and your body felt exhausted. this wasn’t something that was new for yours and ellie’s relationship, but tonight, for some reason you just couldn’t handle it anymore.

ellie immediately halts her movements once she hears you utter the word, her face changing quickly from lust to concern.

“okay, everything’s okay baby.” she says calmly and gently places your legs down. “can I pull out?” she whispers, stroking her thumb over your knuckles. you let out a shaky ‘yes’ and she slowly pulls out of you, undoing the harness.

“can I touch you?” you nod and she carefully places her arms around you, leaning in to kiss your forehead. you bury your face into her neck while she brushes featherlike strokes on your back. “are you okay? can you tell me what happened?” she keeps her voice low and soft. you can feel her nose brush against your cheek as she tries to look at you, but you dig your face deeper into her neck.

you wrap your arms around her tight and take a shaky breath before speaking. “I’m okay.. I-I couldn’t handle it anymore.. I was too tired and- and I just couldn’t take it being so rough. I’m sorry.”

ellie feels your hot tears on her neck and she pulls her head back, “baby, can you look at me please?” you lift your head and she feels her own eyes welling up with tears, seeing you so upset. she swallows the lump in her throat.

“you have nothing to apologize for, okay? I’m proud of you for telling me and.. and for listening to your body. I’ll never be upset with you, ever.” she kisses your fingertips “I love you and I just-“ she takes a deep breath, “I just wanna take care of you, okay?” she wipes away your tears, gently cradling your face.

her expression is full of immense care and it’s exactly what you need right now, to feel her comfort and warmth. the ellie that shows her undying love for you on a daily basis.

“okay, I love you too.” you whisper and lean in to peck her lips.

she brushes her nose against yours, “what do you need right now? do you want me to get you some water or run you a bath?” you shake your head, “can you just lay with me?” she nods and kisses the corner of your mouth, “yeah, of course. I’m here honey.”

as you both lay there and share gentle touches, you gaze into each others eyes, tracing over every inch of your faces as if you’re seeing each other for the first time. this new shared experience just further proves how much you trust ellie, how secure and safe you feel with her, and her you.

“you’re so beautiful.” she whispers. you smile, “so are you.” and lean in to kiss her. her lips move slowly against yours, the kiss soft and gentle, intent with love. ellie’s letting you take the reins, wanting to give you what you need and when she feels your tongue swipe against her bottom lip, she gladly lets you in. she meets you in the middle, her tongue slowly massaging yours, and you let out a small moan into her mouth. she sighs and tugs gently on your hip, needing you to be closer to her, pulling your naked chest against hers.

gradually, the kiss starts to become fervent with need and desperation. you run your hands all over ellie, brushing against her nipples and squeezing at her waist and arms. she lets out a shaky breath as you slowly move your hand down her stomach to her v-line.

“what are you doing?” she pants, smirking.

“can I?” she nods and opens her legs, moving one of them between yours.

you slide your hand down, meeting her slippery clit and rub it in small circles. she lets out a soft moan into your mouth before placing wet kisses along your jaw to your neck.

“god, you’re so wet ellie.” she nods slowly and whispers into the shell of your ear, “yeah baby, feels so good.” she kisses her way back to your lips. you slip two fingers inside of her and she grips hard onto you, breath trembling.

you can tell ellie is being tentative with her touch, not wanting to overstep boundaries as her hand is kept stationary on your hip. you grab her hand and slide it down between your legs. she pulls away from your lips to look at you, brushing her thumb below your navel. “are you sure?” you nod, "I want you so much. please." your words are barely audible above the the pulsing in your ears.

ellie’s breath gets heavier as the two of you move closer together. she runs her fingers over your wet folds before sliding two fingers into you. you moan softly as the sensations flood through your body.

ellie watches your face carefully, “feels-“ she closes her eyes for a moment and lets out a shaky breath, “feels good baby?”

“mmph.” you nod and she leans in to kiss you. you’re both trapped in your own little world of bliss. nothing and no one would be able to break the intensity and passion you’re emanating through each other.

your lips slot perfectly against hers and she can’t get enough of you. she feels like she can kiss you forever. she wants to kiss you forever.

“I love you so much,” she whispers against your lips between the kiss. “so fucking much.”

“I love you ellie.” she sucks on your lip and you moan. your tongues slide together messily, panting down each other's throats as you grind into each other. each press of your lips feels like it's setting your whole body ablaze, the room being filled with the sounds of wetness, the rustling of the sheets, and soft moans.

“I need you.” you whine into her mouth pulling back for a moment to catch your breath.

"I'm right here baby," ellie rasps out, her eyes locked on your face. each thrust and each breath in synchronicity with each other, a perfect harmonic exchange.

your curl your fingers, rubbing against her sweet spot and she gasps, eyes rolling back. “right there, right there.. mmfuck.” she lets out a whimper into your mouth followed by quick, shaky breaths. her neck extends upwards, hips bucking wildly into yours. her movements push her fingers deeper and harder inside of you. “fuck, ellie” you moan, grinding back into her fingers.

“w-with me, please.” ellie's eyes lock onto yours as you beg her to cum with you. she responds to your plea and pushes faster into you, grunting. each thrust driving you both closer and closer to the edge. she watches your face screw up in pleasure and she groans, “so fucking pretty.. jesus christ.”

she feels you start to clench hard around her fingers, “gonna cum for me baby?” you nod and she brushes her lips against yours softly before completely consuming you. both of you are barely able to keep up, just whining and panting into each other.

“f-fuck fuck ellie!” your legs start to shake, gasping as warmth spreads throughout your entire body until you completely seize up. ellie watches you in awe, “good girl.. that’s it. nngh shit.” her eyes roll back as her hips sputter against your fingers.

you both ride out your highs together, panting and moaning into each other mouths. and in this moment, there are no words that can describe the intensity of what just happened between you both. all that is left is the feeling of raw ecstasy that courses through your bodies.

you collapse into her chest, peppering kisses onto her collarbone. she looks down at you and gives you a sleepy smile, both of you still trying to catch your breath.

“how are you feeling?” she whispers.

“good.. really good.” you both laugh.

she tucks a strand of hair behind your ear and traces your lips with her thumb.

you watch ellie as she looks deep in thought. “what is it?”

she leans in to give you a soft kiss. “I can’t wait to marry you.”

@quitefaded hope I did it justice!

[chuellas]

Now We’re Lying About the Nights | N is for Nylon

⤷ Ft. Fyodor Dostoevsky

V. A. L. E. N. T. I. N. E.

Warnings | Fem!Reader, N.SFW, 18+ only, use of the name “Dear”, nylon fetish, thigh fucking, partially clothed, mirror sex, WC: 1.4k

A/N | WE R ALMOST TO VDAY WE HAVE ALMOST MADE ITTTTTT

“Fedya?” You call out from the attached bathroom in the hotel room you’re staying at, voice coming out a bit quieter than you meant.

Somehow the man still manages to hear your call and hums in response. You barely hear it over the obnoxious ceiling fan. Something tells you if you want to hear him properly you’re going to have to go to him, not the other way around. 

You let out a sigh as you leave the bathroom, still trying to reach for the buttons on the back of your dress as if by some miracle you’ll somehow finally find a way to unlatch the little pearled buttons yourself. You don’t, of course. When you reach Fyodor who’s sitting at the edge of the bed, untying his boots, he lazily looks up at you.

You turn with a dramatic sigh and point to your back. “I need help. I can’t get these ridiculous little buttons unlooped. Pretty please, help a girl out?”

Fyodor doesn’t respond at first, you turn your head back to see why he hasn’t said anything only to find his eyes running down the line of buttons. A simpering smile lifts the corner of your mouth upwards as a mischievous plan crosses your mind. You crouch down a little and press his legs together to create the perfect seat, like a throne fit for a queen. You make yourself comfortable in his lap and gather your hair to the side once again and look at him from the corner of your eye. 

“For your convenience, this way you don’t have to get up.” Fyodor’s gaze is sharp and calculating, clearly unsure how to feel about you just doing as you please.

After a moment his lithe fingers make work of the buttons, wordlessly answering your plea. His actions are pointed and slow, and every so often his cold fingers brush against your bare back. It takes everything within you to not physically shiver. You try to hold it in but your breath skips in your throat and by the way the Russian’s hands pause for just a moment you can tell he caught it. You can vividly imagine the lazy smile he must be wearing, eyes swimming in amusement. He can be so smug and you can practically feel it pouring out of him at this very second.

When he finishes popping open the last button, instead of pushing you off of him like you’d initially thought he would, Fyodor grabs the hem of your skirt and lifts it up to bunch at your hips, exposing your thigh garters that hold up the black nylon stockings you’re wearing on your thighs. You watch his fingers prod at the hem of your left stocking and smoothly run the tips of his fingers under the nylon, tickling the bare skin of your thigh.

Fyodor removes his hand just as quickly as it had previously gotten there and this time both his hands snake under the expensive material of your dress and take hold of your waist to keep you from moving. “What do I get in return for helping you out of this contraption of a dress, Dear?”

This time your breath really does hitch, catching loudly in your throat as his lips are just an inch away from your ear. His hot breath fanning over the shell of your ear keeps you from thinking straight. You’re unable to answer his question. Now that Fyodor has made sure you’re not going anywhere, his hands return to your lags and he pinches the soft flesh of your thigh to regain your attention.

You let out a small yelp and refocus your gaze to his hands, coming back to reality.

“These stockings- I quite like them. I think I’ll have some fun with them.” It’s not a question, he’s not asking for permission and at this point you can feel the way Fyodor's cock is pressing against your ass, straining in his pants. 

With one swift movement you lift yourself up just enough to sweep the dress’s skirt out from underneath you and pull the whole thing off. Your chest is completely bare and you sit back onto his lap which is also bare now too. He must have hastily lowered his pants while you worked on your dress -- always efficient, Fyodor is. You hum in appreciation as your ass now presses into his leaking cock, grinding down and rewarding him with some much deserved friction. 

You look back at him with lidded eyes and play with the hems of your stockings. “You want me to leave these on?”

Fyodor lets out a grunt of approval and lifts you up with a surprising ease you never expect from him. With his chest to your back he walks you forward to the full length mirror and bends you over. Your hands steady you on your thighs and he clicks his tongue, clearly unhappy with your choice.

“Hands on the mirror. You’re going to watch me while I enjoy your thighs, My Dear.” You let out a whimper at the thought, easily doing as you’re told. “Good girl.”

You let out a surprised gasp when the raven haired man pushes aside your panties and nestles his cock between your legs with ease thanks to the slick that’s now dripping down the inside of your thighs. You look in the mirror and watch as the flushed tip of his cock peeks out of the crease in your thighs only to disappear again as he sets a steady pace. Your head dips when he catches your clit, mouth opening and panted moans fall from your lips. 

Fyodor reaches around, breathes heavy, little noises catching in his throat as he does so and he picks up your face to make you look up into the mirror. You know he wants you to watch as he uses your body for his own pleasure, not even trying to do anything for you in return, but you think the way he looks right now is more than you could ever ask for. His mulberry eyes intent on watching the way he slides between your plush thighs, precum staining the very material that stirred him in the first place. His brows are knitted in concentration, something you rarely get to see when Fyodor is always confident with everything he does -- almost annoyingly so. 

This is the one thing that still perplexes him.

His hips start to lose their rhythm, becoming sloppy as he twitches, close to cumming. You spur him on by meeting his thrusts and circling your hips to add an extra bit of friction. You smile proudly when you manage to pull a groan from Fyodor’s throat. 

You look at the Demon through the mirror. “Are you going to make a mess of my thighs, Fedya? Paint me with your cum like a work of art? Don’t you think I would look so pretty with it rolling down my legs and soaking into my stocking?”

Your teasing is all it takes for Fyodor to grunt with one last thrust and finally releases all that pent up tension you think he’s been holding in all night. True to your word, he spills onto your thighs, painting the nylon white. you watch as his cum rolls down your thighs. You’re so mesmerized that you almost miss the way Fyodor lets go of his grip on your hips and backs away. 

You stay put and look back at him to find him already observing you with an odd expression. 

Fyodor doesn’t admire many things but you think that’s what might be flashing through his eyes as he studies you. Before you can question him, he looks away and moves toward the bathroom. You gape at him as he just leaves you leaning on the mirror.

“What- Where are you going?” Your voice is shrill, ready to accuse him of leaving you a mess.

Fyodor tilts his head and grins at you in amusement, making you feel small with simply one look. “I’m going to draw us a bath. I made a mess of you, I should clean it up.”

[avonnimimi]

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Bigger the Better

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a/n: guys idk where this thought came from but here you go you lesbian bitches😚😚 honestly i think if ellie had a dick it would most definitely be 8 and half, maybe even 9😩 MEN AND MINORS DNI

content: strap-on-sex (r!receiving), dom!ellie, kind of non-con, dumbification, drooling, weed, intox. lmk if i missed anythinggg

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Two years with Ellie. Two years since she’d taken your virginity, shown you the ropes, the pleasure of a strap-on against your skin, between your legs. You loved her touch, the six inches of silicone she’d always used, the way her fingers and tongue knew just how to make you unravel. So when she brought up the idea of something bigger, you froze.

“Babe, we’ve been using six inches forever,” she whined, her voice laced with a need you recognized but couldn’t quite understand. “It’s like… I’m not fucking you to my full potential. My dick’s too small.”

“It’s not small, Ellie,” you’d whispered, your voice soft, trying to soothe her insecurity while secretly battling your own. Truth was, you were terrified. Six inches had been your world. Anything bigger felt like an unknown, a potential world of pain.

Weeks passed, the conversation buried, until one night, after a particularly long smoke session on the porch, Ellie came back inside, eyes red and heavy-lidded, a predatory glint in them as she focused on you.

“Hey, baby, I have a surprise,” she murmured, kissing your cheek softly. Like the trusting girlfriend you were, you followed her into the bedroom.

She rummaged in her bottom dresser drawer, pulling out a strap you’d never seen before. “Where did you get that, babe?” you asked, a knot of unease tightening in your stomach. She ignored you, tossing it onto the bed before picking you up, kissing you deep. You kissed back, your body reacting to her touch despite the growing anxiety.

She carried you to the bed, stripping your clothes off, her gaze lingering on your exposed pussy. “Got a bigger strap,” she mumbled, and that’s when you really saw it. It was significantly thicker, longer. Panic flared in your chest.

You clamped your legs shut. “Ellie, I don’t know if I’m ready for that. How big is it?” Your cheeks flushed hot.

Ellie pried your legs open again, a determined glint in her eyes. “Not that big, baby. Just eight and a half.”

Eight and a half. Your mind raced. Eight and a half was practically nine. And nine was basically ten, right? The numbers swirled in your head, amplifying your fear.

“Gonna fuck you real good, babe. Fill you up real nice.” Her words, husky and low, sent a shiver down your spine. Your clit throbbed, a traitorous response to the promise in her voice, even as your fear spiked.

She picked up her strap, shedding her own clothes and putting it on. The sheer size of it made your breath catch in your throat. Her fingers grazed your slick folds. “See, you’re already wet. You want me to fuck you, don’t you?”

You bit your lip, looking away. “I-I do, but won’t that hurt, Ells?” Your voice trembled. “I’ve only ever had… what you’ve given me.” The reminder hung in the air, six inches had been your first, your only experience with anything that size.

“Don’t worry, babe. It’ll feel good.” She rubbed the tip of the strap-on against your entrance, pushing in just a bit, then pulling out. The squelching sound made her want to bury herself inside you.

Small moans escaped your lips, involuntary and needy. She pushed a little deeper, and you gasped, clenching around her. “Gotta relax, babe. Stop pushing me out.” She leaned down, kissing you softly, and you tried to obey, your body thrumming with a mixture of fear and anticipation.

She started fucking you with what she had inside, not all the way, but enough to make you moan her name. “E-Ellie, w-wait!”

But she couldn’t hold back. With a final thrust, she buried the entire eight and a half inches inside you. Your walls stretched, burning, accommodating the sudden fullness. You cried out, a mixture of pain and pleasure.

But then, the pain subsided, replaced by a stretching, filling sensation that made you arch your back and whimper. You were so wet, slick against the silicone. It was intense, overwhelming, unlike anything you’d ever felt.

Ellie grabbed your face, forcing you to look at her. “See? You love this shit,” she growled, her voice thick with satisfaction.

“O-oh my god!” Your thighs trembled, your back arched, your body reveling in the feeling of being so full.

“See, I know what’s best for you. You don’t gotta worry about nothing. I’ll take good care of you and this greedy pussy.”

And before you knew it, you were coming undone, waves of pleasure crashing over you, your orgasm a messy, chaotic release. You came hard, your muscles clenching around her strap, drool dripping from your lips, your hair a tangled mess. Ellie rode out your orgasm with you, her own pleasure building until she, too, came, her hips bucking against yours.

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this is my original post, please don’t repost, translate, or plagiarize my work ;)

©️avonnimimi 2024

[dudududuumaxverstappen]

LANDO NORRIS - NSFW ALPHABET

A - Aftercare

Lando is the absolute loveliest after love making. He will always make sure you feel good. He will shower with you, then lay out the softest pyjamas or one of his shirts for you, and pull you into his arms when you lie down in bed again, kissing the top of your head while telling you how much he loves you.

B - Body Part

Your eyes and your lips. He loves looking into your eyes when he makes love to you, seeing them widen when he slides into the hilt, and makes you gasp. How the twinkle, or how you close them when you come around him.

And your lips - they are perfect and he just loves to kiss you so much.

C - Cum

He almost always will only allow himself to come when he knows he brought you pleasure. But he also loves to let go simultaneously, toppling over edge together and falling head over heels into pleasure and satisfaction.

D - Dirty Secret

Sometimes he fantasies about you having a very quick little quickie with you in the paddock before a race where you could easily get caught.

E - Experience

He is not super experienced because he has focused a lot on racing in his youth and young adult years, but he definitely has experience. Although together you will discover many more things.

F - Favourite Position

Missionary. This ties in with his favourite body part. In this position he can perfectly see your eyes, your entire face, can see every small reaction to what he‘s doing and how he makes you feel.

G - Goofy

Lando can be humorous while love making, but mostly he is serious, focusing fully on the moment and enjoying it. He wants to make you feel good and enjoy each intimate moment with you to the fullest.

H - Hair

He keeps it rather natural down there, but trimmed.

I - Intimacy

Lando values intimacy highly. He fully focuses on you in those moments. It can be sexual intimacy, or simply lying together, cuddling, talking, listening to music together. He loves naked cuddling, no sex involved, just feeling your skin against his, his lips hovering above your skin, your hand resting on his chest, right above his heart. It calms him and brings him peace and only makes him love you even more.

J - Jack off

He doesn’t do it that often, only when he’s away from you for too long. He won’t do it alone, though - telephone sex. He loves it, hearing you come simultaneously with him while you’re both on the phone with each other.

K - Kink

Praise! He loves to praise you BUT he loves to be praised. Loves to be told how good he’s making you feel, that he’s your good boy and only he can make you feel that way.

L - Location

Bed and couch. He loves every location as long as he’s with you, but bed and couch are his favourite. They are the best places to be intimate with you, the best places for his favourite positions and he knows you’re comfortable there as well.

M - Motivation

It‘s very easy to motivate Lando. Smile at him in that very special way, wear one of his shirts, or a cute little underwear set. Especially after being away for a long time, he wants to make up for the time you missed. Of course, he always makes sure it‘s what you want too in that moment.

N - No

Anything that has to do with degradation or violence. It‘s a big no for him and he would never want you to include this into love making.

O - Oral

Loves giving and receiving oral. Being woken with your lips around him (after both of you consenting to it) is one of his absolute favourite things in the world. He loves when you go down on him, almost coming purely at the sight of it.

P - Pace

While he loves to go fast while racing, he takes his sweet time with you. This man enjoys nothing more than making, soft passionate love you, making you feel every glorious inch of him as he drives deep into you.

Q - Quickie

Yes. He likes them. Not that often because he rather takes his time with you. But sometimes after (or before a race) he just needs you. Right at that very moment.

R - Risk

Lando isn’t really one to take risks, maybe only something like doing it semi-public like knowing his teammate is in the hotel room right next to you two.

S - Stamina

He can go for quite a few rounds before getting tired, obviously. And he would always make sure you come first. A few times. Them it‘s time for his pleasure as well.

T - Toy

Lando loves watching you while you use some specific toys on yourself. And he also loves to add some pleasure to your love making by using toys.

U - Unfair

He’s an endless tease. And he loves bringing you to the edge, only to stretch out your high a little longer before finally tipping you over it.

V - Volume

He isn’t too loud in the bedroom, but he definitely groans a lot, especially when you go down on him.

W - Wild card

He loves it when you’re on top and lean in to kiss his neck, nibbling and suckling softly. He will be gone in an instant, almost toppling over the edge right away.

X - X-Ray

He is perfect - not too big, not too small, just perfect. Amd he knows exactly how to use his body (and certain parts of his body) to bring out the most pleasure for you.

Y - Yearning

It‘s average. BUT when he’s been gone for a while amd you are finally reunited again, his sex drive is ridiculous. He wants you all the time. Literally ALL the time, whenever, wherever you are. Even a small look at him will turn him on.

Z - Zzz

After making sure you are all comfortable, and cosy and properly taken care of, he will doze off rather easily, fully blissed out and with you in his arms, and your head on his chest.

[nanamis-bigtie]

oxytocin

↬ higuruma hiromi x gn afab!reader ↬ jjk masterlist // ao3 version

cw: smut, chubby reader, established relationship, oral sex (r receiving), scent kink (hiromi likes to take a sniff) summary: hiromi apologizes to you for broken promise. with his lips. word count: 2,293 a/n: repost from the old account. divider by saradika

"I could swear you promised you won't work on your days off."

You creak the door open just enough to slide in and lean against the frame, arms crossed on your chest. You try to look stern, but Hiromi barely flicks eyes over his laptop, so engrossed by his task even your grimace can't pull him away. Under other circumstances you would leave him to his matters, knowing better than interrupting him when he's in the flow, but today is different. Today is the first proper morning you spend together in your new house; no more unpacking, no more chaotic struggle between this place and your old apartment, no more exhausting IKEA trips, everything sneaked into your busy schedules by a thin margin.

He should be snoring softly by your side in your shared bed, sleeping off the housewarming party and a month-long plague of overtime. Not—bothering his body and mind with extra job he won't be even paid for.

"Hiromi..." You tiptoe closer and behind him, arms thrown over his shoulders and crossed over his chest.

He jumps a little but leans into your touch soon after. You press face into the crown of his head, inhaling fresh scent of his shampoo.

"I put the dishes away," he mutters and groans as you work through the tension in his sides and shoulders. "And cleaned up the living room."

"That's not what I meant." You pepper kisses down his temple, cheek and jaw. "You promised you won't do that. And especially not at 7a.m."

You reach over him and close the laptop, gently pushing it away before Hiromi catches on your move and tries to snatch it. He meets your hands instead, gathers them in his and pulls them close to his chest, trapping you in the role of a weighed blanket.

"It was just a single e-mail." Blatant lie, mollified with his nose rubbing against your neck, looking for the most delicious spots. "I would have finished before you wake up."

"Well, I am here, awake, and what do I see?"

You nip and suck at the tip of his ear, noting with satisfaction how his body trembles, the faintest of whines escaping his lips before he whisks away and returns the favor.

"I'm sorry, darling." Hiromi kisses his apologies along your neck, twists his torso to try and sneak a taste of your chest, delicious strap of bare skin revealed by loose pajama top. There's only one thing stronger than his persistent work obsession and he's chasing it like starved now, the fear of being punished for his broken oaths creeping behind hasty pecks and licks. "What can I do to make it up to you?"

He's ready to beg to get what he wants and avoid the repercussions, and as much you love the teary look he gives you when he's desperate, you're in mood for quite different Hiromi. You woke up with a goal on mind, disappointed you found his side of the bed empty and cold, unable to sate your needs without leaving the comfort of freshly bought sheets.

He pouts when you move away but hopeful gleam returns to his eyes when you sneak in between him and the desk. You wiggle yourself on top of it, legs spread just right to engulf him—and he doesn't make you wait, immediately shoving the chair forwards, until he's surrounded by your thick thighs.

"You're so warm..." He runs hands up them, trailing the lines of your stretch marks towards the hem of your skimpy shorts, kneading the soft rolls right under it.

"I would be warmer if you hadn't forced me out of the bed," you scoff but your voice is already melting. His hands are so smooth and gentle, so addictive with the way he touches you. He adores each inch of your skin, no crumb of your body able to escape his attention when he's in trance like this.

"I'm sorry." Hiromi darts his eyes up at you, drooping eyelids adding to his begging puppy look—but the fire in his gaze has nothing to do with submissiveness. He lets you hold the leash but it's not a firm hold.

He's going to yank it out of your hands soon.

You rest your feet on the armrests and lean a little to the back. Your shirt rolls up, revealing a roll of your tum over the doubled elastic band of shorts and panties.

Hiromi pounces on it like starved.

His kisses are soft at first, grazing the lines of stretch marks and adoring the delicate skin, but he can't restrain himself any longer. He licks and sucks, bites marks of possession in place only him is allowed to look, teases your bellybutton with the tip of his tongue to drag a sweet, ticklish giggle out of you. Greedy, he shoves the shirt more out of his way and buries his face whole into your tum, his moans swallowed by your body.

"Fucking hell, you're so hot..." he half-cries, blood rushing south already messing with his senses. His eyes are unfocused as he steals a sight of your face from his spot, almost rolling into the back of his head when he takes in the smell of your body, natural and soaked in lazy warmth of your shared bed. In no time, he's diving for more, pulling your bottoms with hands and teeth alike; when the line of your pubes and a glimpse of your soft mound welcomes him, he moans so obscenely you could swear he's finished in his pants just at the sight.

Your shorts are thrown aside and forgotten but he keeps your panties on, eyes transfixed on the wet stain right over your slit.

"For me?" He sucks air in, sharp, and traces it with a thumb, pressing gently at the outline of your clit.

For a moment he's overwhelmed by the gamut of options, but he doesn't let you grow impatient and dives straight for his favorite. Keeping you in place with surprisingly strong hold on your hips, Hiromi leans for it and sniffs your pussy through the fine fabric, loud whiff followed by even louder moan. Through seconds heavy like lead he only breathes you in and pushes his nose right at the center of the growing wetness—but he doesn't forget about you, he could never, your pleasure the most delicious treat for him.

He rubs his face whole into it, soaking himself in your scent, using his nose and lips to get you off through your panties. He sucks on your clit, his mouth full of the fabric, licks your juices, sneaks his tongue into all the delicious crevices, more and more soaked, the barrier between you two almost ceasing to exist.

"'romi..." you struggle to speak, to make any sound, really. The work of his mouth is divine and the fact he hasn't tasted you raw yet only adds to the fire. Anticipation is growing with each impatient lick and groan of his pleasure. He holds on to you as if you were bound to escape him if he lets go only for a second, his nails digging in your thighs, spreading you open and pinning you down for him.

But soon he can't be satisfied only with that. 

You chirp with disappointment when he pulls away, but you quickly catch on his plan and lift your hips as much as you can with your legs on the verge of folding. He yanks your soaked panties down to your ankles, frees them—and pushes his face into them, inner, wetter side right for his nose. A few deep and desperate breaths later, he folds them into his pocket for later, and focuses his eyes on your pussy, bare this time, moist and ready for him.

Hiromi mutters a curse as he loosens the collar of his shirt, futile attempt of protecting it from your juices. With how he eats you out—like a madman, like a feral animal—it stands no chance; its front ends up crumbled and stained in seconds as he leans his whole body into yours, sniffing you bare from the waist to crotch.

He's finally there, nose grazing your clit, tongue darting out to tease your lips and the edge of your entrance, ready to slip in as soon as you pull on his hair.

But the softest taps of fluffy feet stop him in his tracks. Both of you forgot about the door, still open for your curious cat, ready to investigate the source of noises so unusually early in the morning. Hiromi freezes, face inches over your mound, and follows her with the corner of his eye, can't help a chuckle when she assigns him as the most interesting object in the room and enthusiastically rubs her face against his calf.

"Oh kitty, not now." He still leans down to scratch her behind ear. "Good girl. Now let us be."

"You're nicer to her than to me," you joke but Hiromi takes it personally, look in his eyes so hurt you almost regret teasing him. Abandoning cat to its own shenanigans, he cradles your hand in his and pulls it to his lips, his kiss pressed to your wrist wet with your own arousal still lingering on them.

"I'm horrible today," he mutters against your skin, trails his love up your forearms, nuzzles his cheek into your wrist. "I hope you'll forgive me."

Intrusion has simmered the heat between you two down, but he quickly builds it back. You're no longer able to hold yourself on your elbows, with each kiss and hickey sucked into the softness of your thighs you lean more to the back, finally lying flat on the desk, with little to no care for possibly slipping down. Hiromi wouldn't let you, anchoring your hips as he finally returns to his breakfast. He laps, sips and sucks; dirty praises he mutters between slurps drown under wet sounds his busy tongue creates.

Self-indulgence is gone, Hiromi's only goal now is to bring you the most delicious orgasm. Even commotion between his legs doesn't distract him, not with your legs frantically closing on him, engulfing him with the plush of your thighs.

You're close, teetering on the edge of ecstasy.

Cat meows for attention, paws at Hiromi's pants, attempts to climb his lap but falls, unable to squeeze between the union of your bodies. Hiromi, head buried in his favorite spot, reaches blindly to untangle her paws from himself. One of them somehow slips into his pocket, dragging half of your panties out. Delicious, dangling treat for a curious creature, now interested more in fishing it out than begging for attention from her favorite human.

"Shoo, go away." Hiromi has to stop, much to your irritated whine. "That's not for you."

Panties are clumsily showed back, cat pushed further under desk with a foot. You start lifting yourself on elbows again, determined to pull Hiromi by hair where he belongs, but he's faster, lips wrapped around your clit, two fingers sliding inside you and curling, right at the delicious spot he knows will have your back arching in ecstasy.

You curse through clenched teeth, legs tensing and trembling, thighs squeezing him tight until he's moaning into your cunt. He sucks even harder, sharp draft through nose the last breath he takes before putting every ounce of his focus into bringing you pleasure.

"—mi!" You sob and tense, finally reaching the longed-for peak. He gently licks you through it, fingering you until you stop throbbing around him, and he can finally pull away, panting, his cheeks red from lack of air.

Hiromi nuzzles up to your thigh and welcomes you with a lazy, enamored smile when you find power to lift yourself again and look at him. His face is flushed and stained with your juices and his saliva, eyelids drooping even lower than usual. You thread fingers through his hair; he closes eyes in pleasure and leans into your touch.

"Am I forgiven?" He smiles, enamored with the views in front of him and drunk on your taste.

"You are. More than forgiven."

He helps you shimmy closer and chases your lips with the softest kiss. You can taste yourself on his tongue—a pleasant, nerve-tickling reminder of pleasure he's given you with it.

A shared moment of sweet distraction is enough for the cat to get the attention she wanted. A quick paw later, she steals your panties from Hiromi, and bolts with it in her teeth as if death itself chased her.

"Ah, you little—" Hiromi tries to grab her, only gets a tickle of her tail. "There she goes..."

"I'm gonna get her." You slip off the desk, ready to corner the little thief where you know she's hiding, under her favorite armchair in the living room. But Hiromi is even faster than the cat, one hand grabbing your hand, the other pushing you back towards the desk—and down, bending you with hips right at the perfect height for him.

"Hey, where do you think you're going?" He ruts against your ass, groans as its softness swallows his erection, ready to be freed of his pants and sunk into your hot hole. "I thought I were forgiven?"

"But cat—" You fight against it just for the show, heat perking its head again, hungry for his cock.

Hiromi pins you down harder, until you mewl in discomfort, the hard edge of desk sinking into your tum. He steals a shallow thrust against you and presses close to your back, panting into your ear in need between words, his voice strained and guttural, "No, darling. Cat can wait. You can chase her after I've creampied you thoroughly."

[novaursa]

Heya!!! Just saw you'd say you'd do nsfw alphabets! Could I get one for Aemond plz???

Aemond Targaryen NSFW Alphabet

- Pairing: female!reader/Aemond Targaryen

- Rating: Explicit 18+

A = Aftercare

Aemond may appear cold and calculating, but after an intense session, he’ll wrap you in his arms, whispering in High Valyrian as he strokes your hair. He likes to make sure you’re comfortable and secure, showing a gentler side few ever see.

B = Body Part

His hands. He takes immense pride in his skillful hands, both in combat and in bed. He loves using them to explore every inch of your body, watching your reactions to his touch.

C = Cum

Aemond loves the sight of you covered in his release, a mark of his claim. He’s not shy about being messy, but he’s meticulous about cleaning you up afterward, often with a wicked smirk on his face.

D = Dirty Secret

He secretly enjoys the idea of being caught or watched. The thrill of potentially being discovered drives him wild, and he might even orchestrate situations to bring you close to the edge of exposure.

E = Experience

Despite his disciplined appearance, Aemond is more experienced than one might think. He’s had lovers before but is highly selective, only choosing those he finds worthy of his time and attention.

F = Favorite Position

He loves having you on your knees, looking up at him with that defiant or submissive gaze. Dominating you from above, or taking you from behind, gives him a sense of control he craves both in and out of the bedroom.

G = Goofy

Rarely, but when he’s in a particularly good mood, he might crack a smirk or chuckle, especially if you do something unexpected that surprises him in bed.

H = Hair

He’s meticulous about his appearance. Aemond prefers things neat and orderly, which extends to grooming. He loves grabbing a fistful of your hair, using it to guide you exactly where he wants.

I = Intimacy

Though he can be rough and demanding, he has moments of surprising tenderness. During these times, he’s slower, more deliberate, his single eye locked on yours as if memorizing every expression you make.

J = Jack Off

He doesn’t indulge often, preferring the real thing, but if he’s been away or deprived for too long, he’ll fantasize about you in vivid detail, his hand moving swiftly as he imagines your warmth and the sounds you make.

K = Kinks

Aemond has a thing for dominance and submission, often mixing pain with pleasure. He enjoys pushing your limits, seeing how far you’ll go to please him. He also has a penchant for marking you, whether with his teeth, his hands, or more permanent reminders.

L = Location

He’s daring, enjoying the thrill of taking you in dangerous or forbidden places. A quiet corner of the Red Keep or the Dragonpit — anywhere that adds an element of risk.

M = Motivation

Your defiance. He loves when you challenge him, his blood heating at the thought of putting you back in your place. Conversely, your submission drives him equally mad, the sight of you willing and ready for him igniting a primal need to claim you.

N = No

He draws the line at anything that would cause you genuine harm. Despite his darker urges, he’s protective of you and would never cross that boundary.

O = Oral (Giving)

He’s skilled and relentless, taking pride in making you fall apart with his mouth alone. He loves the feeling of control, holding your hips down as he devours you, eyes never leaving your face.

P = Pace

Varies with his mood. He can be slow and deliberate, torturing you with every stroke, or rough and fast, chasing his release like a man possessed.

Q = Quickie

Aemond loves the thrill of a quickie, especially in risky places. He’ll take you against a wall or in a shadowed alcove, his hand clamped over your mouth to stifle your moans.

R = Risk

He’s not afraid to take risks, enjoying the added excitement it brings. He’s careful to never endanger you, but the possibility of getting caught or being overheard excites him immensely.

S = Stamina

He has incredible stamina, able to go for multiple rounds with barely a pause. He’s almost insatiable, pushing you to your limits time and time again.

T = Toys

Aemond prefers using his own hands and body, but he’s not against introducing toys to heighten the experience. He particularly enjoys using restraints or blindfolds, amplifying your senses and his control over you.

U = Unfair

He can be a tease, dragging out your pleasure until you’re begging for release. He loves seeing you frustrated, relishing the control he has over your body and your desires.

V = Volume

He’s generally quiet, but when he’s truly lost in the moment, you might hear low growls or murmured curses in High Valyrian. He prefers hearing you, finding your moans and cries intoxicating.

W = Wild Card

Aemond is surprisingly tactile, enjoying the feel of your skin under his hands. He’ll trace scars, kiss bruises he’s left, and map every inch of your body with a fascination that borders on reverence.

X = X-Ray

Aemond is lean but strong, his body honed by years of training. He’s proud of his physique and the reactions it draws from you.

Y = Yearning

When he wants you, he can be relentless. He’s not above using his power or status to ensure you’re available when his desires flare, often appearing unexpectedly and sweeping you away without warning.

Z = ZZZ

He rarely falls asleep immediately, instead watching you as you drift off, his mind racing. He’ll eventually succumb to sleep, his body pressed protectively against yours, an arm slung possessively over your waist.

[vampgal202]

My Brothers Best Friend. (Dave Franco x Female reader.) P A R T O N E.

summary: When Y/n's brother's best friend comes to visit for a few nights, the ever-lasting attraction towards him only develops more. Little does she know the feeling might be mutual, leaving them both making bad decisions out of desire.

Warnings: smut, ?blood?

My hands carded through my hair as I looked at myself in my vanity mirror. Tonight my brother's best friend Dave was coming over for dinner. Nonetheless, I was excited. Ever since I was 10 years old I've always had a huge crush on Dave. I remember one time my brother scolded me for an hour straight after he caught me staring at Dave a little too hard. I was not a day over 12 when that happened, things are different now. But I can't lie and say that my attraction for him has only become stronger over the years.

"Quit looking at yourself, weirdo." I turn around to see my brother standing at my doorframe. "Ugh get out," I respond, annoyed and somewhat embarrassed. It wasn't much later until I heard the sound of the doorbell ring, indicating that Dave was there. I gave myself one last glance in the mirror and made my way downstairs to be met with my brother and Dave, giving each other their 'bro hug.'

"Dave it's so nice to see you!" I hear my mom say, perking up from her seat. After greeting everyone Dave made his way over to me, giving me a hug and quickly pulling back to say. "Wait, Y/n, is that... Lipstick." He jokingly says pretending to act shocked. "Screw off!" I say, creating a fit of laughter between us.

***

"Goodnight mom, I love you." I gave my mom a hug goodnight and made my way to my room. For the longest time, I could still hear Dave and my brother talking but now the house is silent. The silent house was a clear indication that everyone was asleep, so I made my way to the kitchen for a glass of water. My steps were soft and gentle, trying to avoid the sounds of the creaking floorboards. But when I made my way to the kitchen I was faced with a bareback, Dave. He was wearing plaid pajama pants low on his hips exposing his deep v-line. He was wearing no shirt, exposing me to his defined abs.

He looks up from his phone noticing me."Shit, I'm sorry. Did I wake you?" He says to me setting his half-empty glass of water and his phone down. "No, I just needed some water," I whisper back, now walking towards him. "Here." He says to me, holding out his glass of water for me to finish. "Thanks," I say, resting my hip against the countertop. Dave was now only a foot away from me, watching me finish his glass of water. The kitchen was dark, the moonlight from the windows make it visible to see.

He crosses his arms over his bare chest, a smirk appearing on his face. "You know, your brother was telling me your little secret." He says finally breaking the silence. "Oh yeah, what did he say?" I respond, setting the now empty glass beside me. "He said that you have a little crush on me." A full grin now appears on his face, but not on mine. I roll my eyes, using my arms to hop on the counter behind me, now level with Dave. "Not true," I say, biting back a smile. With every word, it seems like Dave is getting closer to me. "No?" He says to me, turning his head slightly, still smiling.

He was now only a couple inches away from me, and I could feel my cheeks heating up. Soon enough, Dave was standing right in front of me, my closed knees hitting against his chest, stopping him from coming towards me any further. I could feel my heart pounding in my chest. I was worried he could hear it too. Before I could even think another thought his lips were on mine.

"Sorry." He says pulling away. "Don't be," I said, wasting no time connecting our lips again. I felt his tongue enter my mouth, moving with my tongue. The kiss was intense and needy, it felt like we were finally doing the one thing we wanted all these years. My legs spread open to let him move between them, making us even closer. His hands caressed my thighs, hooking them around his waist. I could feel his hard dick pressing against me. He then pulled away, kissing down my neck, on my collarbone. "Is this okay?" he whispered to me, looking up at me. I nod my head, hoping for dear god he doesn't stop.

He brought his hand down between us, making his way down to the waistband of my shorts. I felt his fingers run through my slit, gathering the wetness on his fingers and thrusting them into me making me let out a gasp. "Shh baby we gotta be quiet." He says to me, now pumping his fingers in and out of me. My hands quickly grabbed onto his bare shoulders, needing some sort of stabilizer.

His pace started to quicken, thrusting fast and hard in and out of me. I was biting my lip trying to not let out the sounds of my whimpers and moans. He brought his thumb to my clit and started roughly massaging it as he fingered me. Making me claw at his shoulder, still biting back my moans. I was so turned on, I could see the muscles in his arms flexing as he fingered me, the obvious boner in his pants, and his reassuring looks. It wasn't long before I was coming undone all over him.

My vision felt hazy as I came all over his fingers. The feeling of wetness in my mouth hit me and brought my finger up to see blood coating it. I bit my lip so hard I made it bleed. Dave looked up at me, enclosing my lips in a kiss, smearing my blood on his lips. He broke the kiss, pulling his fingers out of me and licking my cum off his fingers. The sight had me going crazy. Grabbing his face and enclosing his lips in another kiss.

The kitchen was filled with the sounds of our smacking lips and heavy breathing. I pulled his body close to mine, grinding my clit on his bulge making him throw his head back. My wet, openmouthed kisses made their way down his jaw and neck while continuing to grind harder. I knew he couldn't take it anymore and neither could I. We both knew fucking on the kitchen counter was risky, but neither of us cared at that point.

My hand reached down at his waistband pulling out his hard throbbing cock. I looked back up at him, his pupils blown, lips parted. His hand made its way down to my shorts, moving them to the side exposing my pussy. I still had a hold of his cock. Holding it by the base I dragged it through my wet folds making his breathing become hitched and making him let out a small moan. He was thick, I lined his cock up to my entrance, letting him do the work and closing the proximity between us. He slowly started thrusting in and out of me. But even the slowest movements were causing shocks of pleasure all over my body.

He then started to quicken the pace, thrusting fast and hard out of me. He was letting out moans and whimpers in my ear making me wetter by the second. My tits bounced in my shirt as he fucked me roughly. "Fuck Dave, oh my god." I was whispering curse words and moans of pleasure under my breath, trying to be quiet. I could feel myself coming close to coming undone, and I could tell he was too. His face was screwed up in pleasure, I watched as his v-line and abs flexed as he fucked in and out of my pussy. It took no time before we were both coming. A loud whimper came out of my mouth, making Dave kiss me to shut me up. My hands grabbed at his shoulders yet again as we simultaneously came.

The kitchen was now silent. His body was on mine as we silently tried to catch our breaths. "You okay?" he says to me, looking me in the eyes. "Yeah," I respond, giving him a warm-hearted smile. He slowly pulls out of me, grabbing paper towels and cleaning him and me up. He put his hands on my waist helping me off the counter. When my feet hit the ground my legs felt like jello. "woah what the fuck." I say to myself, making Dave start laughing. "Shut up," I say, now laughing with him. "cmon' let's go," I whisper out, leading the way back to our rooms. Once I was in front of my door I turned back to face Dave. "Sweet dreams." He says quietly, kissing my lips delicately and walking off toward his room.

[wonik1ss]

✦ LIKE A MELODRAMA — ❝ nishimura riki ❞

[ N-E-R-D-Y, catch my nerdy sign ]

synopsis • ni-ki had been the bain of your existence ever since you were a child. but with all this alcohol in your system you start to realize maybe he wasnt. ( 1.2k ) fluff < song rec : rolla skates ( jo yuri ) & nerdy ( ifeye ) >

if you had to define the word menace, how would you do it? well, that doesn’t matter because menace factually only refers to ni-ki. ni-ki the boy who followed your every move since primary school, all the way to your first year of college. you were never friends, nor friendly. you would give him a pen if he asked, but never expect it to come back. like at all.

you hated him so much that when you saw him as you entered liz’s birthday bash, you audibly groaned.

“what’s wrong?”. ryujin? asked as you sighed.

“ni-ki’s here...”. ryujin followed your eyes and laughed.

“do you want to leave?”. with all the sincerity you could muster up, you smiled at her.

“fuck no! I just need to get very drunk and very far away from his tree of a person.” ryujin giggled as you made your way to the kitchen.

one drink became two. then three... then five, if you remember right. definitely five since you were now very strangely walking up stairs to the bathroom. your left foot going right and your right foot going left. you were bound to bump into someone. you just weren’t expecting it to be ni-ki.

“no need to fall for me.” you rolled your eyes as you leaned on the nearest wall. thank god liz’s house had a pit stop mid-stairs, or you would have been sent tumbling.

“ha ha”. you wiggled your finger at ni-ki, barely getting off the wall when you tripped. ni-ki’s hands basically flew to your hips.

“how much did you have to drink?”

“why so serious now? aren’t you happy to see me suffering?”. ni-ki had dropped the petty act, but you kept at it.

“how many?” you giggled as ni-ki’s grip became firm, with you still wobbling in his grasp.

“five or six i don’t know; i lost it when I saw you enter the kitchen.” ni-ki sighed, guiding you to the window seat. as you sat, entering his personal bubble, he put three fingers in front of you.

“How many?”. his voice was so soft..

“two—no, three! three! do I find your hand?” as you were lost in thought, ni-ki pulled out his phone, scrolling to see if he knew anyone who could bring you home.

then he looked back up at you after finding no one. but you were gone… well, not gone but climbing onto the roof.

“shit.” niki followed you as you plopped down the least bit elegantly.

“you're going to fall”. you were too lost in the stars and your own mind to care.

“do you ever think that… like the stars wanted us to meet?”. ni-ki moved his way onto the roof.

“no, but I would love to hear about it in—“

“you're so hot, you know that?”

“like I’m on fi—“

“no stupid, like all together… makes me want to punch you.” as you squinted your eyes and prepared for a punch, ni-ki caught it with a laugh.

“you're such a lightweight...” he scoffed under his breath.

“i cherish our good moments, you know.” at this point, ni-ki was done trying to get you off the roof. now he was situated but an inch away from you… totally for your safety.

“what good moments? We’re always fighting.” you giggled.

“when I’m speaking to one of the members of the dance crew and you physically move me out of the way so you can’t talk to them, i feel… i feel all weird in my tummy.”

“i give you a cold.” you frowned as ni-ki struggled to trust that anything you said right now held any weight to what you truly felt.

“or... or! when you whisper yell the answers to me in mr. bam’s class…”

“when you let me into your dance practices so I have someone watching me while I study so I actually do...” niki was just letting you go on about his good deeds now. the ones he thought you never noticed.

“when you ruffle my hair but then quickly fix it so when I check it, it actually looks better, and I somehow feel good about myself… or maybe it’s just that you’re there...” ni-ki smiled to himself as he genuinely thought about the last part of your rant.

“it is...” You nodded to yourself.

“i wish you were sober.” you finally looked up at Niki just to tilt your head to the side. with that confused look you always get in class.

“i think we missed our chance... i can’t confess to you while you’re drunk.” you scrunched up your face.

“i could remember bits and pieces!” you accidentally raised your hand; bring it straight back down as ni-ki played with the ends of your hair.

“when we kissed on the playground in first grade, i almost exploded.”

“it was short, but it convinced me you were the one...” . now you were the quiet one.

“you cupped my cheeks.” ni-ki cupped your face as you stared at him with your boba eyes. he didn’t think you had a single thought in your head.

“then you stopped still holding my cheeks and told me i was a prince now.” you smiled oh so bright.

“ever since i’ve been so deeply in love with you... at least my concept of love.”

“i love you too.”

“rom—“

“i would kiss you right now if you still weren’t acting princely.” ni-ki smiled as he let go of your cheeks as you frowned.

“i want us to both be conscious and not full of alcohol when we have a first real kiss.” genuinely confused, you shook your head.

“i gave my all into that kiss back then; don’t discredit it.” you were leaning awfully close.

“oh, I would never.” ni-ki put his hands up as you linked yours with his, pulling them down in between the two of you.

“climb into my house and confess again, please.” ni-ki shook his head.

“pretty please.” you leaned in an inch away from his face. ni-ki smirked as he kissed your cheek. so faintly you barely noticed.

“i will… now let’s get off their roof; i fear for your life.”

“you mean yours! your trembling.” you mimicked ni-ki as he helped you get back into the party. you covered your ears as music blasted.

“can you take me home...?” niki nodded out as he started to walk down the stairs; you grabbed his hand.

“where’s my confession...?” ni-ki smirked as he turned to you.

“i liked you since you chased me down and turned me into a prince. i’m sure you can wait till you’re sober for a proper confession.” you pouted as ni-ki took another step. you cupped your cheeks and smiled. closing the distance just for a second. as you closed your eyes, you had the shortest peck he swore he ever had.

“you know I'm impatient...”

“and you act like you're in a melodrama...” you squished his cheeks as you both giggled.

“like me in the morning?” ni-ki was about to laugh when he saw your very concerned face. he made a note that you're the cutest drunk he had ever seen.

“promise”

it was eight in the morning when you rolled over to the loud buzzing of your phone. annoyed, you lazily checked it. a smile erupting on your face.

“i still like you.”

[mayajadewrites]

I Wish I Hated You (Levi Ackerman x Reader)

C H A P T E R F I V E : B A T H R O O M

summary: You don't do second chances. Especially after you gave your heart to Levi Ackerman, and he decided to throw it away so the next person has to repair the damage. Will Levi put his ego aside and finally admit his feelings for you are far deeper than you imagined? Or is a second chance out of the question?

warnings: spicy scene in this chapter. I do not recommend having a relationship like reader and Levi have right now. Don't participate in toxic relationships and use condoms pls

ao3

You stare into Levi's stormy eyes as his eyes devoured your body. He looked at Jean's hand, like he was waiting for him to move it. But he didn't. 

"Boss, you okay?" Jean asked, taking a sip of his drink. 

"I'll be fine once you stop touching her." 

"I - what?" Jean looked at you with confusion. "You're dating Levi Ackerman?"

"Dated." You shoot Levi a glare. "I'm not his girlfriend anymore. We've been broken up for months." 

Jean let out a sigh of relief but still looked nervously at Levi. "Sorry, sir. I didn't know you dated her."

"Now that you know you can get your hands off of her." He said flatly. 

"You are so dramatic." You kiss Jean's cheek and turned around. "I'm going to the bathroom. Do not scare my date off while I'm gone." You push your index finger into Levi's chest. 

Once you finish up in the bathroom and unlock the door to leave, a hand pushes you back into the room. 

"I wish you would just leave me alone." You groan and look at Levi as he locks the door behind him. 

"Do you?" Levi stalks toward you. "I think it's actually the opposite. I think you want me to go crazy." 

Levi walks you until your back is to the wall. "Why the hell would I ever want that?" Your voice gets a bit louder. "I didn't WANT to let you go Levi. You gave me no choice. I'm finally okay enough to kiss a man that's not you. Please don't ruin it for me." 

Levi's eyes wander your face as he hovers only inches from your face, looking for any sign of Jean. 

"Looks like he left you something." Levi moved his thumb over the small bruise on your neck. 

"There will be more where that came from. Now if you excuse me -" 

Levi puts his arm on the wall right next to your face, his eyes peering through his jet black hair. He stared at you, his eyes softening a bit. He hasn't been this close to you in a long time. His lips are so close. 

Your breath hitches as he leans in, his minty breath gracing your skin. Your eyes meet his and you know you shouldn't be doing this. This is the man who tore your reality apart. The man who made you question your life.

Levi leans in and presses his lips against yours gently, his free hand landing on your hip. 

You should stop.

You need to stop.

You wrap your arms around Levi's neck, burying your fingers in his hair as his tongue invaded your mouth. He paid special attention to your bottom lip, biting it gently before bringing his hand to your ass and giving it a squeeze. 

You moan at the contact and Levi brings his mouth to your neck, sucking and biting down your neck to your clavicle. His face was soon at your breasts, kissing each of them before pulling the straps down on your top. You help him unhook your top, letting it fall on the floor. 

"Who do you think you are showing these to everyone?" Levi flicks one of your nipples with his tongue before covering it with his mouth, sucking gently. You throw your head back and let a moan escape your lips as he continues to bury himself in your tits. 

You're breathing heavily when Levi brings his face back up to yours, colliding his lips with yours desperately. You hear his belt buckle hit the floor and his pants being kicked off his legs. You look down at watch as his cock springs from his boxer briefs, almost surprised by his length. You forgot how girthy he is. 

You know you shouldn't be doing this.

Your date is literally outside.

You unbutton your jeans and slide them down your thick thighs, revealing your lacy black underwear.

"And you wore these?" Levi pulls on the fabric with his index finger. "My favorites." He pulls again.

"You're going to rip them." You swat his hand away.

"I'll buy you more." He groans into your ear, pulling the underwear down your legs. You turn around and bend over, both of your hands on the wall.

"No, look at me." Levi orders as he grips your thighs and holds you. "I want to see that pretty face when you come." He whispers as he teases his tip at your entrance. His hand slides down to your pussy to take care of your clit. "How is it that you're always so wet for me?" He smirks as he rubs your clit in circular movements. 

You bite your bottom lip trying to hold back a moan. He presses just the tip of his cock into you and then retreats. A whine escapes your mouth involuntarily. 

"Tell me you want me to fuck you." Levi huskily says into your ear. "Tell me you want me inside of you. That you want me to fuck you senseless." 

You didn't want to give in, but God did you want him to fuck you. 

"I can't hear you, Princess." Levi pressed his tip against your soaked pussy.

"Fuck me, Levi. Please." You moan his name which sounds like music to his ears.

"So polite." Levi whispers before gripping your ass harshly as he enters your body. He watches his cock disappear inside of you and feels your walls expanding around him to fit all of him. "My needy brat." He pushed his entire length into you, receiving a moan from you in return. 

Levi guides your body up and down his length, digging his nails into your back and ass. You feel intense pleasure and your walls start to pulsate. His lips attach to your neck to where he, surprisingly gives you gently kisses. Completely opposite of the rough thrusts.

"You take me so well." Levi whispers and moans your name. The sound makes your stomach do flips as you feel your climax approaching. 

"Fuck, Levi." Your walls tighten around him as you come, his cock still thrusting in and out of you quickly. He fucks you through your high as his climax approaches soon after. He covers your insides with him, pushing his entire length in side of you as he releases. 

He breathes heavily as he pulls out, grabbing his underwear and pants. 

"I didn't take you for a man that fucks in a bathroom. Especially a club one." 

"I'll be disinfecting my entire body." Levi dried his hands and looks at you. You look down and pull your pants up along with your top, looking at yourself in the mirror to make sure you don't look too disheveled. You trace your finger on your neck and chest on all of the bruises Levi left. 

"Good thing the club is dark I guess." You sigh and grab your purse. "That was the first and last time that happens." You unlock the door and push it open, leaving Levi in the bathroom, alone.

[emobabeyy]

This night is sparkling, don't you let it go. Aaron Hotchner x Reader <3

Just a quick little idea I had based on a dream last night, and a conversation with @jethro-mcgee-tony. Hope y'all like it!!

*consider this post a manfiestation circle, tickets go on presale for england in 2 days ahhhhh*

Taking Aaron to a concert doesn't go as smoothly as you had hoped...

You had been planning it for months, but Aaron being whisked away on a case just a few days before the concert had your hopes dashed. You had been texting your best friend, trying to convince them to come along with you, and to let you make them an outfit. You had made a t-shirt for Aaron to wear soon after having the ticket confirmation, but you had never dreamed fate would be so cruel as to keep him away from the show. Your friend was being stubborn, saying they didn’t fancy going out, not even for a concert. The idea of wearing a costume was the opposite of their idea of a fun night out and you hung up the phone with a sigh.

Since dating Aaron, you understood the job took priority over almost anything, but you had never dreamed you would have to go to a Taylor Swift concert by yourself. He had promised he would be with you, after seeing how excited you were when he managed to get you tickets. You had been in the queue for hours, so you begged him to watch the laptop for a little so you could shower, and when you got back, he was smiling proudly, credit card on the table, a pair of tickets secured, much better ones than you could’ve afforded on your own card. You had squealed and practically jumped into his arms when you realised that he had got the tickets and made him pinkie promise to be there.

As the hands on the clock inched closer to the time to leave, you sulked while you slid into your sequinned dress and heels. Not even the glitter makeup palette you had bought brought a smile to your face, and the butterfly clips in your hair were too frustrating without Aaron to put them in for you. Just as you were snatching up your clear bag filled with friendship bracelets and paracetamol for the inevitable pain from the heels you would feel by the end of the night, you hear the click of the front door being unlocked.

You turned so quickly you stumbled, and a pair of strong arms reached out and caught you. Aaron was home! As your mind was worrying over his outfit, not wanting to be in an uncomfortable suit all evening, you noticed he was wearing the t-shirt you had made him. You couldn’t hold back your grin as you looked up at him.

“I took the shirt in my go-bag, I couldn’t risk not having it for the concert, didn’t wanna let you down,” he mumbled into your hair as he pulled you into a hug. The soft blue fabric caught a tear that threatened to spill and ruin your makeup, so you sniffed and pulled away so as not to ruin your handiwork.

“C’mon silly, don’t cry! We gotta get on the road, car’s all ready,” Aaron beamed down at you, before noticing your hair missing its adornments you had so carefully selected.

“Couldn’t do it,” you muttered, starting to blubber a little, and he pulled a carefully wrapped gift for you from his back pocket.

“Let’s go princess, you got everything you need now.”

He escorted you to the car, carrying your little bag, secretly sneaking a bracelet for himself. He had seen you making them, and had become enamoured with a little blue and pink bracelet with butterfly charms you had made, spelling out L-O-V-E-R. He tucked it into his pocket and climbed into the driver’s seat.

You opened your little gift when he was parking the car, having spent the rest of the car ride fiddling with grippies and ties to make your curled hair resemble some sort of style. It was half pinned back, with a pair of braids hanging beside your face, making you look a little childish, but deeply cute. It worked perfectly with the glitter and sequins of the rest of your outfit, your cheeks blushing when you saw Aaron admiring you.

You pulled the paper off to reveal a little hair comb designed to look like a tiara, with the word “Princess” across it. It matched your outfit perfectly, the silver and pink plastic jewels glittering like your eyelids, and Aaron gentle slid it into your hair. The semi-updo you had created in the car was the perfect support for the tiara design to stand up perfectly, and he took a second to admire how perfectly the pair of you’s ideas fit together to perfectly.

It was a perfect night. Aaron took over the video camera you had brought swiftly, allowing you to scream and dance to your heart’s content. He was so focused on the camera, making sure it was perfectly focused on Taylor as she danced around the stage, ensuring he would make the night as perfect for you as possible. Your digital scrapbook deserved only the best videos, so he tried extra hard. He was so glad he had made it home to be with you tonight, you looked radiant under the bright lights and the glitter surrounding you turned his princess into an ethereal fairy. He had never really understood your obsession with going to concerts, but now, he would never question it again. Hell, he would take you to every concert you could dream of, just to see you as happy and free as you were in that moment. He had never been so sure of how much he loved you. Best night of his life.

*heehee this is so self indulgent but yeah*

[wizardingworldlibrary]

Lesbian!Bellatrix Lestrange Masterlist

after nightfall (ao3) - riddikulus_puff Bellatrix/Evelyn E, 999

Summary: Evelyn Zabini was infamous throughout the entire Wizarding World, there were constant investigations, for her long line of past, rich husbands. The couple would be together for a few months, a quick wedding would happen and then the husband would mysteriously disappear with no word on how exactly that had happened. And then the process would repeat over again and Evelyn would be with another man, burrowing her ways into their deep filled pockets and making sure that she was the central part of the men's wills. So, whenever Evelyn Zabini has a husband to get rid of, there was only ever one person that she always called. Bellatrix Black Lestrange was always waiting on the other side of the phone, waiting for the call to come through.

Before it's too late. (ao3) - litamarch Bellatrix/Rita M, 468

Summary: — You can lie to yourself as much as you want. You can fool your sisters, parents, Rodolphus. But you won't fool me, my love. Everything you are trying so desperately to hide I can see in your eyes. Come on, get dressed, go away, don't show up a week, a month, a year, but one day you'll still want to come back. And then it may be too late.

Bellatrix's Obituary (ao3) - hplesbian Bellatrix/Rita M, 4k

Summary: Rita Skeeter writes Bellatrix's obituary.

Beneath the Horizon (ao3) - Loislame84 Bellatrix/Hermione M, 24k

Summary: “Listen, love,” Andy spoke first. “Our Captain has been searching for you for a very long time. They’ve requested an audience with you. We aren’t leaving this town without you.” She watched the brunette gulp. “Now, we can do this the easy way where you come with us willingly. Or we can do this the pirate way. The choice is up to you.”

“What does your Captain want with me?”

“We don’t ask questions,” Dora replied as cold as stone. “The Captain gives the orders and we bring back the girls.”

Or

The one where the Black Sisters are pirates who were exiled and take Hermione captive on an adventure to regain what they once lost.

Better than Revenge (ao3) - inthelakes Bellatrix/Rita N/R, 39k

Summary: After a major press scandal, Bellatrix finds herself in forced press training. Her press trainer is Rita Skeeter. And the both of them absolutely hate eachother.

Chasing (ao3) - galaxo Bellatrix/Pansy E, 1k

Summary: Bella may think herself smart, but Pansy’s got her right where she wants her. Open like a five course meal, tendons taut in pleasure, no inch of her spared from Pansy’s tongue.

As if she’d bend down for that egotistical power-hungry man who needs to call himself a dark lord. Pathetic. She has better taste. Her lips tingling with a wet burn prove so. Bellatrix is a woman, and ten times the man Voldemort thinks he is.

“You want something, love?” Bella asks sweetly as she sits up and pushes Pansy’s thighs open with her foot.

dolorem in mortis (ao3) - orphan_account Bellatrix/Marlene T, 1k

Summary: Marlene McKinnon always knew Bellatrix Lestrange would come to kill her one day. Today was that day.

Good Girl, Good Toy (ao3) - maraudersaffair Bellatrix/Lily E. E, 835

Summary: Bellatrix plays with her toy.

Hearts will Sacrifice (ao3) - ConfusednDisappointed Bellatrix/Pandora G, 2k

Summary: Pandora has always wanted to be married. At some point they found out they wanted to married to Bellatrix and well... it seems someone has put a bump in the road for that.

pluck this tempting flower (beware of thorns) (ao3) - Ellory Bellatrix/Lily E. T, 1k

Summary: While stocking up on potion ingredients at The Apothecary, two people flirt with Miss Lily Evans. Lady Bellatrix Black’s attention is welcome. Heir James Potter’s is not.

Self-Prevention (ao3) - Useful_Oxymoron Bellatrix/Hermione M, 112k

Summary: When Bellatrix has an encounter with a mysterious vigilante who has been making Death Eater's lives miserable for some time, it sets in motion a series of events which will change both her life and that of Hermione Granger forever.

Snowbound (ao3) - the_samovar_is_hot Bellatrix/Hermione, Draco/Harry E, 327k

Summary: A missed connection on the way home from Hermione's family ski trip in the middle of fifth year changes everything, and causes Hermione to question some implicit assumptions of the wizarding world.

It also lays the groundwork for her inexorable collision in the Department of Mysteries with the /last/ woman to hold the title of "Brightest Witch of Her Age" -- Bellatrix Black Lestrange.

And their battle will lead to the very situation they both want least--together, a struggle to survive, far away from any support.

[kjack89]

Oceans Apart

Watched Ocean's 11 last night for the umpteenth time and this popped into my head as I watched the scene where Danny and Tess reunite.

Should probably be part of something larger but like. Context? What context? I don't know her.

Modern AU, E/R, post-breakup. Angst because it's been too fucking long.

Enjolras peered through the windows of the tiny, nondescript restaurant, his heart doing double time in his chest as he saw the back of the man he was looking for. He’d know the hunch of those shoulders anywhere, the way the man’s shirt stretched across a deceptively well-muscled back. Once upon a time, he’d known every inch of the skin beneath that shirt.

But that was years ago. Now…

Now, he straightened, pushed the door to the restaurant open and walked inside like he was supposed to be there, skirting the hostess stand and making a beeline to the man in question, hesitating for only a moment before reaching out to lightly rest a hand on the man’s shoulder.

Grantaire froze before slowly reaching up to cover Enjolras’s hand with his own, and then—

“Fuck,” Enjolras swore, as Grantaire gripped and then twisted his fingers.

Violently.

Grantaire let go without doing any lasting damage, and Enjolras cradled his hand against his chest for a moment, his pride far more wounded than the hand. “Hello to you, too,” he grumbled, even as he drank Grantaire in with eager eyes.

It had been far, far too long.

But Grantaire wasn’t amused. “What are you doing here?” he said, in lieu of a greeting.

Enjolras jerked a shrug, flexing his fingers to make sure they all still worked before dropping his hand to his side. “I got out.”

“You got out,” Grantaire repeated, something incredulous in the three words.

“Of prison,” Enjolras supplied helpfully. “You remember, the day I went for beer and never came back. You must have noticed.”

“You don’t drink,” Grantaire said shortly, followed by an exasperated, “Don’t sit—”

But it was too late, as Enjolras sat down across from him. Almost as if on cue, a waiter appeared at the tableside, looking at them expectantly. “Can I get anything for your…”

He trailed off. “Husband,” Enjolras supplied.

“Ex,” Grantaire corrected. “Or didn’t you get the papers?”

The waiter glanced between them, eyes wide. “I’ll give you two a moment.”

He disappeared as quickly as he had arrived, and Enjolras gave Grantaire a long, measured look. Despite everything, despite, especially, the acrimony that was rolling off of Grantaire in waves, it really was good to see him.

Even if the feeling was, seemingly, not mutual.

“What are you doing here?” Grantaire repeated.

Enjolras sighed and leaned forward. “They say I paid my debt to society,” he started, but Grantaire snorted and rolled his eyes.

“Funny, I never got a check.”

Enjolras gave him a look. “But I felt I owed you a little bit more than just time served,” he continued, and Grantaire scoffed and looked away. “Hence the drop by.”

Grantaire didn’t quite meet his eyes as he reached out to trace a finger through the condensation on his water glass. “How’d you even get parole anyway?” he asked, deliberately casual. “I’d’ve thought domestic terrorism would be an automatic life sentence.”

“I wasn’t convicted for domestic terrorism,” Enjolras said.

“Right, just indicted.”

Grantaire gave him a sharp sort of smile that didn’t remotely reach his eyes, and it was Enjolras’s turn to look away. “So you did keep up with my case,” he said, aiming for levity and missing by a mile. “I wasn’t sure, considering…”

Grantaire jerked a shrug, his smile disappearing. “Well, I did try to visit you once. Turns out I wasn’t included on your approved visitors list.” Enjolras winced, but Grantaire didn’t let him interrupt. “You know, I always told you that you needed to work on your communication in our marriage, but that one I heard loud and clear.”

“That wasn’t—” Enjolras broke off, not sure where to even start explaining why he hadn’t wanted Grantaire to visit him without explaining the rest. He huffed a dry chuckle, running a hand across his mouth before telling Grantaire, a little wryly, “You don't know how many times I played this conversation out in my head the last five years.”

Grantaire just arched an eyebrow. “Did it always go this poorly?” he asked coolly.

“Yes.”

That sharp smile was back, twitching at the corners of Grantaire’s mouth. “Sounds frustrating.”

“You were never easy,” Enjolras told him, honestly. “You were always worth it.” Again Grantaire’s smile disappeared, and for just a moment, he looked—

He looked as heartbroken as Enjolras had never in a million years wanted him to be.

Enjolras cleared his throat and looked away. “Okay, I’ll make this quick,” he said, trying to steer back on subject, if only to try to alleviate the pain in his chest when he saw Grantaire looking like that. “I came here because I wanted to explain.”

His attempt working perhaps too well, as Grantaire’s expression instantly hardened. “What explanation could you possibly have that will matter one iota?”

Enjolras wet his lips before telling him, his voice low, “You may not believe me, and given everything, I don’t blame you for that, but I swear, I wasn’t trying to hurt you.”

Grantaire stared at him. “Well, for someone who wasn’t trying, you sure as shit pulled it off with aplomb.” He leaned in, his eyes dark. “So by all means, Apollo, tell me, what were you trying to do?”

Enjolras met his glare evenly. “I was trying to protect you.”

“Bullshit.”

Enjolras shook his head. “It’s not. I didn’t want—”

“And did you ever stop to think about what I wanted?” Grantaire interrupted, his eyes flashing. “Because I didn’t want to be protected, not if that’s what you’re calling the last five years of my life. I wanted us to be together.”

“Pretty hard to be together from a jail cell,” Enjolras said flatly. “As the divorce papers you sent pretty clearly demonstrated.”

Grantaire shook his head. “We could’ve figured something out if you had just, I don’t know, involved me literally once—”

“Involving you would have implicated you,” Enjolras said, his voice tense, “and I couldn’t let that—”

Grantaire barked a laugh, scrubbing his hand across his face. “You think I wasn’t already implicated?” he asked, incredulous. “Tell me, do you think I’m stupid? Or naïve? That I didn’t know what you were doing all that time?”

“I—”

“Because the FBI agents who interrogated me after you were arrested didn’t seem to think so.” Grantaire let that statement sit for a moment before continuing, “We were married. We were living in the same house. Just because I don’t believe in the same Causes you do doesn’t mean I’m a complete moron.”

Enjolras just shook his head. “I never said you were,” he said quietly.

Grantaire’s lip curled. “No, you just decided to cut me out of everything.” He laughed again, dry, humorless. “I mean, hell, I wasn’t even your one phone call when you were arrested.”

He hadn’t been, but it wasn’t because Enjolras hadn’t wanted to call him. But there were multiple moving pieces that needed to fall into place, and— “I didn’t have a choice,” Enjolras said.

Grantaire’s expression didn’t so much as flicker. “You did have a choice, Enjolras. You had a choice, you made it.”

“Fine,” Enjolras snapped, “I made a choice, and I didn’t pick you, and I’m sorry, but that doesn’t mean—”

“It was never about picking me!” Grantaire burst. “Three years of marriage before your arrest and you don’t think I had already figured out where I ranked?”

Enjolras had the sudden realization that everyone in the restaurant was staring at them, so he leaned forward and lowered his voice as he told Grantaire, with every ounce of sincerity he possessed, “And you don’t think I know that if I was in trouble, or in danger, you’d firebomb the fucking Hague to keep me safe?” Grantaire met his eyes evenly, and didn’t bother trying to deny it. “I didn’t want that for you.”

“And all I wanted was to be part of the decision,” Grantaire said tiredly, all of the fight leaving him in an instant, his shoulders slumping in what Enjolras recognized all too well as defeat. “Even if there wasn’t a thing I could say or do to change your mind, I just wanted you to care about me enough to ask.”

With that, he stood, and Enjolras stared up at him. “What are you doing?”

“Leaving,” Grantaire said shortly, grabbing his coat. “You did it, you should recognize the gesture.”

Enjolras scrambled to follow, trailing after him out of the restaurant. “Grantaire, please, I—”

“You what?” Grantaire asked, stopping so suddenly that Enjolras almost ran into him.

“I still love you,” Enjolras said. He said it simply, starkly, hoping the quiet declaration would reinforce that he meant it. It had been all he had come to say tonight, after all, and even if Grantaire didn’t believe anything else, didn’t believe in anything else, Enjolras needed him to believe this. “You think my choice was about me not caring enough to involve you, but how could I possibly involve you? How could I possibly tell you what was going on knowing that you would immediately put yourself at risk, and all because of me?”

Grantaire shook his head, but Enjolras didn’t let him interrupt. “The only way that I could do what I did was by knowing that you were sage. So even if you never forgive me for it, I did what I had to do to protect you.”

For one long moment, Grantaire just stared at him, and Enjolras held his breath, hoping against hope that maybe, somehow, Grantaire might find a way to forgive him, even just a little. But then Grantaire shook his head, reaching up to wipe the tear from his cheek with the heel of his palm. “Yeah. Well. Right back atcha,” he said his voice hoarse. “Goodbye, Enjolras.”

Watching Grantaire walk away from him hurt more than Enjolras could possibly have anticipated, all the more so when he saw Grantaire meet up with a dark-haired man halfway down the block, grabbing his arm and tugging him in the opposite direction.

Enjolras wasn’t sure he’d ever fully understood what heartbreak felt like before that moment.

He was staring so intently that he didn’t even notice as Combeferre joined him, squinting after Grantaire. “Why is Grantaire with him?” he asked.

Enjolras shook his head. “Pretty sure that’s who he’s seeing now,” he said dully.

“No, I get that,” Combeferre said, glancing sideways at him. “I told you this was a fool’s errand from the get, after all. But why is Grantaire with a Serbian arms dealer?”

Enjolras stared at him. “He—” Grantaire’s parting words replayed in his head, and for the first time all evening, for the first time, if he was being entirely honest, since he’d gotten the divorce papers mailed to his jail cell without so much as a note, he felt a spark of something flicker in his chest: hope.

“He’s doing what he has to do to protect me.”

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I  C  E    P R I N C E S S  13

Pairings: Popular Girl!Reader x Outkast!Bucky

Explicit Content - Smut - NO MINORS

Summary: 

Bucky Barnes is the quiet boy who gets picked on. 

The Reader and her friends run with the popular crowd at Stark High. 

As the Winter Ball approaches, she is partnered with Bucky Barnes for a class project. They grow close in an inadvertently secret friendship, which later turns into love.

Only catch is…she’s Steve Roger’s ex girlfriend, and before she was partnered up with Bucky, her friends had planned to use and turn Bucky into Stark High’s new it boy to try and get back at Steve; a disgusting bet. 

Another catch: She’s a figure skater at the town’s arena every Tuesday and Thursday nights. Bucky works part time at the rink resurfacing the ice. The other doesn’t know.

Modern AU High School fic - later goes into adulthood.

M A S T E R P A G E - FULL SERIES

Warnings: This story will have a lot of angst, a lot of fluff, a lot of cursing, and a lot of sex. Oral, praise kink, body worship, overstimulation, etc. you know me. There will also be loss of virginity in this. 

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P R E V I O U S   C H A P T E R

Song this chapter is based on is Red by Taylor Swift, but the Tyler Ward Version. (Because it's Bucky's POV)

This chapter is more angst than usual BUT this isn't the angst part I was warning about yet lol. I apologize for any typos. I just got back from vacay and I wanted to push this out for you guys ASAP.

Enjoy!

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EVERYTHING still felt so surreal; and in the best way possible. The rest of the trip at the Cabin had gone well. Bucky was becoming even more comfortable with your friends, even almost calling them his friends at this point. Everyone except Murdock. You and Bucky ignored him and his brooding energy the rest of the stay there. After confirming everyone’s suspicions that you were in fact now dating, you both stayed glued at the hip. You ended the last night cuddling on the couch watching some action movie.

The next morning, Bucky had picked you up in his car for school. You shared a quick kiss as you buckled yourself in. The ride there had gone great as you both shared sweet words and hand squeezes. Sometimes even a thigh squeeze from the other.

You should’ve known it was going too well to be true. You and Bucky had gone separate ways for just a minute to go into your own locker to grab your things. On your back way to meet him at his, since you finished first, you had walked in on the altercation.

You felt your blood run cold as you watched Matt towering over Bucky. Bucky’s back up to his locker as he stared back at Matt angrily. There was already a little audience. Not big, but two or three other girls that were getting their own things in the locker next to Bucky’s.

“You think because you’re so quiet, Barnes, and because you put up this act that you don’t think I know what you didn’t do. That’s what.” You could hear Matt say.

There was something about Matt’s tone and words that set you on edge. Bucky’s jaw clenched.

“You need to stay the hell away from me.” Bucky says back, confidently.

Matt’s lips twitch and his eyes squint.

“Finally grew the balls to use your mouth properly?” He moved up even closer to Bucky, their faces now only inches apart, “That disgusting rapist mouth of yours.” There was a collection of gasps from the small group of girls and Bucky’s nose flared. You felt your own blood boiling now as you ran up to them, “I saw her damn neck. Hell, I heard her crying that night. You don’t deserve to be anywhere. Only place you deserve is behind a damn jail cell.”

You were disgusted by what you heard him say, and as you pushed a hand to Matt’s chest pushing him away from Bucky, you couldn’t help your temper.

“Get the hell away from him! Now.” You say through clenched teeth.

“Don’t worry, I have this.” Bucky says quietly, grabbing your hand and holding it in his. Matt’s jaw clenched. Bucky took a step closer to Matt, “I’m going to ask you politely once, and only once, leave me and leave her the fuck alone.”

You looked briefly at the girls who were still looking and you shook your head.

“It’s not true,” you say. You then look at Matt, “He’s right. Leave me alone. Leave all of us alone. I was willing to put up with it, but what you just said to him has crossed the line, Matt. He’s my boyfriend. Bucky is my boyfriend. I care about him. And about my hickeys? You want to grow up and ask my about them to my face next time since you’re so curious about being in my business?”

“You know I’m just trying to protect you.” Matt says.

“You’re doing everything except protect me or be my friend right now. Bucky didn’t do anything to me that I didn’t want. I don’t know what your problem is but you need to stay away from us.” You say with finality.

Matt shakes his head to himself, that fiery anger still in his eyes. He then moves at a speed that takes you a second longer to comprehend what he’s doing. He has Bucky’s collar in his hands and he’s pushing him up against the locker.

“Really, dweeb. You? You?”

“Fucking, stop!” You shout, pulling Matt off of him. Matt drops his hand like it’s burned and he steps away from you and Bucky abruptly. 

He’s breathing hard as he looks between you and Bucky and then he storms away. You and Bucky try to ignore the new stares from the hallway and you turn to face him. Bucky’s is still watching Matt walk away as you nuzzle your face into his chest, his right hand going to the back of your head.

“The hell is his problem?” Bucky asks quietly, completely confused.

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Bucky was nervous. He was also so excited and anxious. As he rolled his black dress shirt up to his elbows, he looked at himself in the mirror. He also looked all those three things. His blue eyes were brighter than usual and for the first time in a long time he felt comfortable in his own skin.

It was all because of you.

His heart skips a beat as he feels the little note in his pocket move around along with his ticket.

“Well, don’t you look sharp.” The sweet feminine voice comes from behind him and he turns around to meet his mother’s eyes. 

She was smiling at him knowingly, her arms crossed over her chest.

Bucky blushed. He walked up to his desk and grabbed his phone, sliding it into his back pocket.

“Thanks, mom.” He says. He walks up to his mother and gives her a kiss on the cheek, “You don’t think I’m overdressed for a play?”

His mother looked up at him and smiled. 

“Not at all. You have the note?” She asks.

Bucky nods.

“Yeah. Just like how dad did it.” He says with a chuckle.

His mom reaches up and kisses his cheek this time.

“She’ll say yes,” Bucky knows. He was sure of it, too. Him and you just…clicked. This wasn’t high school sweethearts. This was something else. Something stronger, “Drive safe.”

Bucky nods and grabs his jacket. He double checks he has everything he needs.

“Tell Y/N we say hi!” Bucky’s father yells out, just before the front door closes behind him.

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When Bucky parks at the school, he doesn’t hesitate one second after the car’s off to run to your side and open the door for you.

“Thank you.” You thank him softly.

He closes the door behind you. His eyes meet yours as he pushes one of your hair strands behind your ear and you swallow hard.

“You look gorgeous,” his eyes drifts down your nose, “You always have.” He adds quietly.

“Bucky.” You say.

His gaze returns to your own. You’re the one to initiate this kiss. Your hand goes to his peck and up his shoulder as your lips meet. It’s a sweet kiss. Innocent and PG13. He returns your kisses and you pull away with little smiles.

“Yeah?”

You could feel a tightness in your throat as you imagined yourself with him, many years from now, happy.

“Promise me that you’ll take me with you when you visit New York City?” Your question stuns him for a moment, and because of that he doesn’t say anything for a few seconds. He observes your face, dragging the backs of his fingers over the skin of your temple and cheek, “Please.”

He leans forward until his forehead is against yours. He brings his left hand to your waist and pulls you in closer to him. Both of your eyes close at the same time.

“I promise, Squirmy.”

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The play was adorable. You and Bucky loved every moment of it and you held hands the entire time. You didn’t let go of his hand once.

After the show, Carol meets you both at your seats and gives you both a hug, thanking you for coming to see her.

The night is a Christmas fairytale. 

Bucky tickles your waist from behind as you reach his car and you laugh out loud.

“Bucky stop!” You shout, giggling.

He does once he has your back against the side of his car and he’s staring intently down at you.

He leans forward and kisses you on the tip of your nose.

You giggle again. He kisses your right cheek, your cupids bow, and then your bottom lip.

“I’ve never felt like this. With anyone.” You say, dragging your fingers over his neck. He can feel the cute little ring you’re wearing on your pinky dragging over his skin and he loves the way it feels.

“Me either,” he whispers back. When he looks into your eyes this time there’s an intense look in them, “I want to ask you something.”

You feel your hear skyrocket.

“Okay.” You whisper back.

He smiles so sweetly as he looks down at your lips that you absolutely melt into your short red heels.

“Will you go to the Winter Ball with me?” You melt even more if possible and you smile back at him just as wide.

“Of course I’ll go with you.” you say quietly. You rub your nose against him and chuckle, “Yes. I’ll go with you.

Bucky nods and licks his lips. You watch as he reaches down into his pocket and holds something in his hand. Curiosity eats away at you.

“One more question,” he says. You nod, “Go to prom with me?”

You get so happy and ecstatic. So much that your hand wraps around the back of his neck and you let out a little noise of excitement. Prom. With Bucky. You’re forming your lips to say yes, duh, when you remember your promise to Steve.

Bucky’s looking at you, waiting for your yes, when he watches you dramatically deflate and your face falls. He feels his own dark pit in his stomach grow bigger as he realizes you’re not saying yes and you’re actually looking like you’re about to say no.

He frowns, swallowing the hard lump in his throat. 

“Y/N…”

“I—“ your voice cracks and tears bloom in your eyes. You wanted Bucky. But your promise, “I—” he catches on quickly and he lets out an exasperated sigh, through no fault of his own. Your hand drops his neck.

He didn’t expect thing. He doesn’t know what he didn’t prepare for you to say no. Maybe it’s because he was so sure it’d be a yes.

It’s prom for fucks sake. He’d remember that night for a very long time and he really wanted it to be with you, and now here you are, shutting that fantasy/dream down.

“I understand.” He says hoarsely. He didn’t expect his voice to sound so broken so he clears his throat.

“Bucky—”

“It’s fine,” no it’s not, “you don’t have to explain.”

“But I do. And maybe you can help me.” You say desperately, putting a hand up to his chest. He stares at you confused, and so emotional. He furrows his brows at you and shakes his head.

“Help you?” “Help me decide.” You clarify. He looks at you for a half a second longer before scoffing. It hurts, but you expected no less. So you continue, “Steve. I went out with him for years. He’s been my best friend for longer. We’ve always talked about going to prom together, we promised each other. A pact so to say. I can’t just break that, even though — fuck — even though I’d much rather go with you because what I feel for you—” your voice is the one that breaks this time and you sniff away tears that are starting to build up.

“Steve, the guy who cheated on you?”

“That’s not fair. You don’t know the story. You don’t know our story.”

Bucky nods, looking away from you.

“Right. The high school sweethearts.”

“Bucky—”

“Seriously, you don’t have to —” there’s a certain malice to his tone and you cut him off again.

“I feel stronger things for you than him. I want to go with you more than him. I want this with you. I want to say yes.” You say seriously, not looking away from his eyes once.

You and Bucky are both looking at each other heartbreakingly. He gnaws at his bottom lip.

“Then —” he starts and stops, “If you have to even think about it, I think my answer is already there.”

“That’s not fair.”

“I know it’s not,” he sighs and grabs your hand and holds it to his chest right above his heart, “but you said you made a promise, right?” His voice cracks again and you both hate this, “I feel the things you’re are feeling, too. About me, I mean. I also feel them for you,” he laughs humorlessly, “so much.”

You whimper.

“I can speak to him.” You say.

Bucky doesn’t know what to suggest or think about right now. Yes, he’d love for you to say yes and come with him as his date, but he’s surprised to a certain level that you’re even comparing what you feel with him to what you felt with Steve. Even if you did make a promise. He feels a frustration he can’t explain.

Which is why he pulls your hand off his heart and squeeze it once before letting go. It’s then that you feel the little paper in your hand. 

Your tear filled eyes look at the little white folded paper in your hand. You start to unfold it.

“Don’t,” he stops you, “you don’t have to read it now. Later, please. I know you didn’t say yes, but you did say yes to the ball, right? I still want you to have the note,  because I still mean everything in there. Your answer didn’t not change anything.” You nod your head, “Let’s take you home, Squirmy.”

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The car ride is mostly silent. Occasionally one of you will say a comment that makes the other chuckle, but it’s short lived. 

You know you just need the night to just let it all sink in, but everything would be alright.

When you kiss him goodnight, he kisses you back just as deeply.

Bucky watches as you walk to your front door. His head rests on his left hand, left elbow on his car door, and his right hand stays tight around the steering wheel.

He feels a sadness, jealousy, and anger he had never felt before yet in this relationship. Hell, he knows it’s only been a few days, but he could not take the feelings boiling inside of him. 

When he gets home and slams his own front door closed, his dad’s already yelling at him.

“Hey! No slamming doors, Buck.”

Bucky knows his father is right, he was raised better than that, but he was upset. He doesn’t even acknowledge him as he rips off his jacket and hangs it up on the mini coat rack.

Bucky walks into the kitchen for a cold water bottle out of the fridge.

“How’d it go?” He hears his mother ask from the living room. He knows what she’s asking. He’s also a bit disappointed because she should be in bed resting. She’s been out of her bed, which the doctor told her she should stay in, more often than she should be.

He uncaps the bottle and downs a few ounces. 

It helps only a little.

“She said no.” Bucky mumbles, voice wavering as he makes his way up the stairs and to his room.

He lets his door close quietly behind him, but he’s still feeling the same way.

He places his water bottle on his desk and stretches his arms out onto it. He takes in a deep breath and tries to calm himself down.

He was being dramatic. 

It’s just a stupid high school dance.

It’s just a stupid high school dance.

Feeling his nerves relax just slightly, he blindly reaches for his bottle, but the edge of it catches on his notebook, causing it to fall to the floor.

“Shit.”

Loose pages had fallen out at his feet. He bends down to pick it up and puts them properly inside. 

It’s when he lifts the last paper than he sees the beautiful rose from all those weeks ago that he had found at the rink. The one he had stored safely in the notebook.

Its color has faded now and it was dry. But preserved.

With delicate hands, he picks up the rose and places it back inside the notebook.

It’s then that he sees one of the pedals had fallen off.

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You regret opening the note the second you fall back behind your front door, thankful your parents had the graveyard shift tonight.

I’ve always hoped to live wishes and dreams I’ve only ever heard about 

To know I’m living that right now with you is the best gift i’ve ever received

I hope to keep living out my wishes with you and dreams if you let me

You’ll be my princess at the ball and prom, and I’ll be your prince.

I knew you’d say yes, because you and me, this is real. 

I’m not living a dream, you’re my dream.

You break down into tears.

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N E X T C H A P T E R

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