#can you please get back to what you're good at

[littleprinces]

Slavecretary

Haewon x M! Reader

"Haewon," I said, my voice low and husky. "Can you come into my office for a moment?"

She looked up at me, her eyes wide and innocent. "Yes, Sir?"

I gestured for her to take a seat. "I wanted to discuss something with you. It's about your performance at work."

She looked at me, a hint of fear in her eyes. "My performance, Sir?"

I leaned back in my chair and took a deep breath. "Yes, Haewon. I've been watching you, and I have to say, I'm not impressed. You've been making mistakes, showing up late, and your attitude has been less than stellar."

She looked down at her hands, her shoulders slumped. "I'm sorry, Sir. I'll try to do better."

I stood up and walked around my desk. I leaned down and whispered in her ear, "I have a better idea. How about you come to my house tonight, and I'll show you exactly what I expect from you?"

She looked up at me, her eyes wide with shock. "Sir, I don't think that's appropriate."

I chuckled and ran my finger down her cheek. "Oh, Haewon. You know you want to. And I promise, you won't be disappointed."

She hesitated for a moment, but then nodded. "Okay, Sir. I'll come to your house tonight."

I smiled and handed her a small box. "Good girl. And here's a little something to wear for me tonight."

She opened the box and gasped. Inside was a small, black chastity cage. "Sir, I can't wear this!"

I raised an eyebrow. "Why not? It's a symbol of my control over you. You'll wear it, or you won't be coming to my house tonight."

She looked up at me, her eyes pleading. "Please, Sir. I can't."

I leaned in closer and whispered, "You can, and you will. Now, go back to work and think about what you're going to do tonight."

She stood up and walked to the door, her legs shaky. "Yes, Sir."

When she arrived at my house that night, she was wearing the chastity cage and a tight black dress. I could see the outline of her nipples through the fabric, and I knew she was ready for me.

I led her to my bedroom and pushed her down on the bed. "You look stunning, Haewon. But I think we need to get you out of this dress."

I slowly unzipped her dress and let it fall to the floor. She was wearing a black lace bra and panties, and I could see the wet spot on her panties.

I leaned down and whispered in her ear, "You're already wet for me, aren't you?"

She nodded and bit her lip. "Yes, Sir."

I reached down and ripped her panties off. "Good girl. Now, let's see how you taste."

I spread her legs apart and leaned down. I started licking her pussy, slowly at first, and then faster and harder. She was moaning and writhing beneath me, her hands clutching the sheets.

I looked up at her and said, "You taste so good, Haewon. I could eat you all night."

She looked down at me and said, "Please, Sir. I want you inside me tonight."

I stood up and took off my clothes. I was hard and ready for her. I climbed on top of her and pushed inside her pussy. She was tight and wet, and I groaned with pleasure.

I started fucking her harder and faster, my balls slapping against her ass. "You like that, Haewon?" I said.

She nodded and moaned. "Yes, Sir. Fuck me harder." Her face already show how horny she is. I still fuck her hard.

I grabbed her hips and started pounding her, my cock going deeper and deeper. "You're mine, Haewon. Say it."

She looked up at me, her eyes pleading. "I'm yours, Master."

I leaned down and whispered in her ear, "I'm going to cum inside you, Haewon. I'm going to breed you."

She moaned and nodded. "Yes, master. Cum in me."

I felt my orgasm building, and then I exploded inside her, filling her pussy with my cum. She moaned and clung to me, her body shaking with pleasure.

I pulled out and looked down at her. "Good girl, Haewon. You took every inch of me. You will be my sex slave."

She looked up at me, her eyes filled with tears. "Thank you, Master. I will be your slave."

Haewon is my slave now and i decide to keep her in my house and make her as my pet.

[alkaisen]

yuuji pining over shy reader but she turns out to be a freak in the sheets

— blowjob, mentions of 1+ rounds, overstimulated yuuji, cowgirl

— all the characters i write for are aged up and over 18+

★ YUUJI who, during his first meet with you, assumed you were the sweetest girl ever since you were so quiet & polite to everybody.

★ YUUJI who soon becomes fascinated by you since you often kept everything to yourself. he's following you everywhere - making stupid jokes & the one time he hears your laugh (not because of funny it is but because of how lame he sounds) knows he's in love.

★ YUUJI who feels like he's the happiest man alive when the two of you start dating. YUUJI who wants to take things slow because he assumes you're innocent with how shy you are, flustering when he does quite literally anything 'boyfriend-like'.

★ YUUJI who never in his life before had expected you, of all people to be as wild as this, in bed - making him gasp, shudder, moan out loud, fingers twisting into the sheets. you're an absolute menace.

"woah—! god, fuuuckkk." yuuji's panting, beads of sweat dripping down his forehead. he wanted to have your back arching, not the other way around. he grunts, brows creasing when he looks down at you, "baby, can we- haaa..! s-slow down, maybe?"

you're situated between his thighs, pushing his legs apart while your mouth absolutely devours his poor cock - the way your tongue swirls around his length has him seeing fucking stars. "mnn," you murmur, shaking your head at him. your muffled voice is sending vibrations from your throat to his cock.

"is this what being in heaven feels-ah!-like?" he gasps absentmindedly, eyes rolling to the back of his head. you grin at that, sucking in your cheeks so it feels even tighter, feels even warmer. " f-fuck! yeah..."

your head bobs up and down, swallowing his cock - giving him the sloppiest, most delicious, drooling blowjob he's ever had the luck of experiencing. yuuji at your expertise, is cumming in seconds and spurting his mess down your throat as he reflexively grabs onto your hair, making you choke on his cock.

it's the same after that, he can't stop cumming. not with the way your gushy walls are gripping onto him.

"haa..! mmmhh-" yuuji's absolutely spent, doesn't know how long it's been, for how many hours the two of you've been fucking - hours? days? weeks? he doesn't know, all he knows is that you've been milking his cock dry. "a bre-break would be nice.."

"hnn?" you look down at him with the same innocent expression you've had all this time, palms flat against his abdomen. everytime you raise your ass in the air, thin stripes of his previous orgasms stick onto your skin - making squelching, obscene noises when you land back down onto his crotch. "mmhh, a break?"

there's a teasing glint in your eyes, a subtle smirk on your lips - you're most confident when you're in bed. "you haven't even passed out once yet."

yuuji exhales shakily, a pathetic and dry laugh making it's way out of his throat. his voice is hoarse from all the moaning he's been doing, "is- is that what you're trying to-ngh!-do, baby? make me, hff.. pass out..?"

ypu raise your hips again, loving it the way his tip presses against your cervix when it comes down.

"ahh, more or less." you moan out.

his eyes are barely open now, he's exhausted and frustrated: "(name) please.. nothing will come out."

you clench around him again, and he jolts up - electric flashes of pleasure running through his veins. "shh," you murmur, "c'mon, you can cum one more time for me, you can give one more load can't you?"

yuuji whines, nodding his head. "ngh, mm'kay.."

you ride him faster now, and no matter how many rounds you've had with him - yuuji still can't seem to get used to it, "you feel so..mmh..fucking good..!"

you lean forwards, your breasts right infront of him and he sucks on a nipple - running his hands up and down your sides. and within seconds he's reaching his high, clinging onto you as you fuck the living daylights out of him; harder and more faster.

white, sticky and hot flashes of cum pools your pussy - but you don't stop, you don't stop when both his and your legs are trembling from how hard you're cumming, not when he's whimpering: "pleasepleasepleaseplease, (name), oh fuck- (name)!"

it's exhilarating and exhausting at the same time. yuuji doesn't know how long you'll keep on going but all he knows is that he'll keep on cumming, keep babbling out your name in pleasure over and over.

© ALKAISEN ⸻ do not copy, redistribute, plagiarise, translate, modify my work(s). i do not own any characters. all rights reserved.

[norrisleclercf1]

hi! I hope you're doing okay! saw that you're looking for some more mafia Oscar prompts... not sure if you already did it, but reader experienced stalking/attemted kidnapping and decides to ask Oscar to teach her how to shoot a gun... maybe with some little added Lando there as well? and she is so scared to hold a gun for the first time and then to aim to the empty cans Oscar prepares for her, but he stands behind her and supports her arms and helps her aim... thank you! :-*

A/N: Mafia Oscar is my kryptonite, can never turn away a good Oscar prompt

Lando blinked at you, as you retell him what you just went through at the shopping center, trying to figure out what happened, and with how Lando was looking at you, you knew it wasn't normal.

"Should I tell Oscar?" You whisper, suddenly feeling scared to even tell your boyfriend. "Yes," Lando yells, and you flinch the Brit quickly apologizing, and lowers his voice, covering your hands. "Sweetie, you're being stalked, and it sounds like this is getting very serious you need to tell Oscar about what's happening." You nod and hang your head.

"Hey," You lift your head as Lando offers you sympathetic smile, "If I was Oscar and I found out that someone dangerous was stalking my girl, I would want them to tell me," "I can't tell him," "Tell me what?" You both turn seeing Oscar walk in ripping off his tie and looking between the two of you.

His eyes land on Lando's hands covering yours, the Brit quickly placing them in his lap as you look away, Oscar trying not to jump to conclusions. "Are you cheating on me with Lando?" Your jaw drops and Lando snorts but raises his hands. "Hell, no." "Oscar...how...how could you suggest that," Your eyes stinging, Oscar's eyes grow wide as he realizes he made a horrible mistake.

"I'm sorry, I just, god I don't know why I thought that. Just, you both seemed, never mind." Oscar shakes his head and Lando makes a noise, "No offense, like a sibling to me, so please, never think that again man," Lando stands and flattens out his shirt and smiles at you.

"You need to tell him," Lando walks past Oscar, leaving him confused and looking between you two. "Tell me what?" Oscar's eyes go wild, and you can see him start to panic. "Osc, can, can you promise me not to freak out,"

"Are you pregnant?" All words on your tongue fly right out the window as you give him a blank look, Oscar actually starts rambling and you're suddenly remember that while he controls an entire mafia and country, he's still young.

"Oscar, no, I'm not pregnant," You cut off his rambling and he goes silent. "That's good, right, that's what we, I mean you want?" You sigh and grab his hands. "Oscar, someone at the shopping center was following me earlier, and I think, actually they were stalking me," Hearing those words, you see the light in his eyes slowly dim before the come dark his face set in stone.

"Someone, was," Oscar takes a breath trying to control the anger twisting at his stomach, "Stalking you?" you bite your lip, worming it hard, almost making it bleed. "Yeah," Oscar hums and leans back, before grabbing your hand properly.

"Okay, you're coming with me,"

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"No," You shake your head no, refusing to grab the gun as you stand in the underground gun range, Oscar sighing loudly, trying to keep his patience. "Baby, you need to learn how to shoot, handle, and control a gun. I'm not always going to be there with you," You pout trying to get out of this.

"Oscar, please, why can't you?" You whine, knowing it sometimes worked but he just raises his eyebrows not even falling for it this time. "Y/n, baby, please just come here," He grabs your waist and lines you up, making sure you're planted right.

"This is the safety, keep it on, and always keep your chamber empty when you're not using, touching, or even looking at the damn thing. Now, this is loaded, but you cock it, and-" Oscar grabs your hands and places the gun and raises your arms. "Osc, it's heavy," Oscar chuckles, hiding his face in your shoulder.

"Yes, it is, but you'll get used to it," You shiver as his words tickle your ear, and you know it's important for you to focus. "Here's the trigger," He places your pointer finger on it and you squeeze your eyes shut, "Okay, no, please don't close your eyes, jesus," Oscar curses and you giggle opening them as he straightens your arms again.

"Alright, now, shoot," You push hard on the trigger and it pops off, sounding like a mini bomb which has you jumping, thankfully, Oscar's body is there like a wall to keep you upright. Nervous giggles leave your lips and Oscar chuckles, placing a soft kiss on your cheek. "Want to try again?" "No," Oscar smiles brightly, knowing you'd have to learn another time, right now he'll just strengthen your bodyguards.

The ones you don't even know about.

[kisakis-boyfriend]

♦️

kaveh simp guy again. I see your requests are open! if it's not too much trouble, can I request a monster reader with nature explorer kaveh thing? he's been on my mind and I'm just HRRRNGHGHH I NEED HIM.

Author's Note: Hello again! I made the reader a plant-like monster, hopefully that's something a little different from my other monster fics haha 😅 — I do hope you enjoy this, Kaveh simp! 💚

Pairings: Kaveh x reader

Warnings: Male plant monster!reader, dom/top!reader, explorer!Kaveh, sub/bottom!Kaveh, soft noncon, praise, double penetration (reader has 2 dicks), vine tentacles, cumflation, aphrodisiacs, throatfucking

Genre/Format: Smut; Oneshot

Please check my blog title to verify whether requests are closed or not! Thank you!

Sent out to the hottest, dampest, foggiest rainforest alone, our beloved explorer grumbles to himself as he cuts down another entanglement of thick vines that block his path.

He's sweaty, he's irked at his workplace for dumping this assignment onto his shoulders, and he can't see his own nose in front of him in this place! Kaveh only wishes for this trip to end soon. If only these stupid flowers didn't require such specific conditions to grow in. Why must it be so difficult to find them?!

Just as another complaint crosses his mind, Kaveh finds himself staring at a small patch of the exact flowers he'd been searching for! Bright yellow petals with flecks of purple and red, surrounded by thorny vines, and somewhat in the shade. Yep, these were it, alright!

Kaveh carefully reaches forward to pick one, but just as his fingertips brush against the stem, something wraps around his ankles, snaking up his body in an instant.

Thick, firm vines hold his limbs in place, and one even wraps itself around his throat loosely. Kaveh can no longer move. In a panic, he yells, “Hey! What is this?! Someone get me out!” though he knows he is all alone here.

Kaveh flinches as something makes contact with his hips, grabbing them, while something else pushes against his butt. A pair of lips kiss behind his ear, and begin to trail down a bit, sucking on the skin of his shoulder until it becomes reddish.

“Oh, my darling, you're exceptionally beautiful, aren't you?” A hypnotic voice chimes. The voice resonates in the back of the explorer's mind, sending a sensation through his body that makes him feel even warmer than before.

His breaths don't feel complete. He is breathing, but it doesn't feel quite right. There's not enough air filling his lungs, and his vision blurs as his panicking increases.

“Hmm… you smell nice too. Almost makes me want to eat you up~”

—

You waste no time finding a way inside of the explorer's body. Human clothing is annoying, but tears easily. One of your vines pushes right through the cloth covering the explorer's ass, plunging in without warning or prep, though the natural slime they secrete does help with the pain, at least a little.

The human's moans sound so pitiful — though they turn sluttier by the second, as every thrust deeper inside of his warm walls clearly brings him satisfaction.

Good human. You think to yourself, pressing closer to his body, your own arousal clearly poking his ass cheek.

Kaveh's sounds become muffled when another thick, green vine pushes past his lips. The girth of the vine pushes his head back and forth as it enters and exits his mouth, bringing many lovely noises as he tries not to choke on the thing.

Once again, without warning, the vine violating his hole slips out, and gets immediately replaced by something much, much thicker and wetter — one of your fat cocks impales Kaveh's ass selfishly, which causes him to squeeze his eyes shut until tears form.

More of his clothes are ripped in the process of you exploring the explorer's soft body. His skin is so beautiful glistening with sweat, and sensitive too. It seems like every time your fingers or small vines brush against his chest, he shivers and clenches around your cock.

Your cock throbs and stretches his poor ass so much, there's no way you won't leave him gaping once you're finished. In which case; why not continue filling him up?

If the human can handle one of your dicks, surely both of them won't hurt too much?

Pushing in a second, fat, bumpy cock proves to be just what the explorer needed to spill those tears. It's a sight so pitiful, it makes you want to swallow him whole and keep him forever. His tears — his pleasure — they should all belong to you.

“You're taking so much, beautiful. I'm impressed. Your body appears delicate, but you take my cocks with little resistance, no?” He's unable to answer, but the slight twitch of his own cock proves to be an answer all on its own.

For this, you decide to reward him; pushing the vine further down Kaveh's throat and picking up the speed of your thrusts. You hit so deep inside of him, Kaveh's unsure how to handle this much pleasure at once — and you're not even touching his dick, though it aches for some form of stimulation. Instead, you leave it to drool precum onto the ground, bobbing along with your pounding.

A warm, gelatinous fluid soon fills the explorer's little holes, filling him from both ends until his belly swells. The sweet taste lingers on his tongue as your vine exits his mouth.

A few more spurts cover Kaveh's body, dripping down his adorable butt and face. Your scent surrounds him now, and that only serves to further pull him into your grasp. Kaveh blinks a couple times, dazedly turning his head to face you.

You pull him against your chest, using a few stronger vines to lift him so that he no longer has to focus on standing upright. You allow him to rest, and he does. He drifts off in your arms — like a prince after a long journey.

[mamsbaby]

contents: mammon x gn!reader, nsfw (+18), unprotected sex, praise, very whiny, very lovesick mammon, petnames (baby)

the problem with mammon is that there are times when he just gets so fucking horny. no, actually, scratch that, he's pretty much always horny.

the second problem is that he cannot hide it nor can he contain it. he doesn't want to bother you, but also he's so hard and he needs relief so badly, and oh, you're wearing his t-shirt, and are you even wearing anything underneath? and wow, your skin is so soft-

please, just put the poor guy out of his misery at this point.

it starts with little kisses wherever he can reach. trailing up your neck, creating marks wherever he feels like it. his hands begin to wander under your shirt, running up and down your sides, caressing your skin. he sighs into your neck and mumbles small praises about how much he likes you and how warm and soft you are.

it's not long before your shirt is off and you're in his lap. he grabs your hand in his and encourages you to feel how much of an effect you have on him. see what you do to me? need you so bad, baby.

despite how desperate he is for you, he's surprisingly gentle. perhaps he's afraid of scaring you off. he honestly isn't even sure, all he knows is that now his shirt is off as well, and you're running your hand across his chest while your other reaches underneath his boxers, and he feels like his body is on fire.

you're so sweet to him, as you whisper praise while you stroke his cock in long, gentle movements, running your thumb across his sensitive head occasionally that makes a small hiss leave his lips. he shudders underneath your touch, practically melting into a puddle of adoration for you.

when you position yourself above him and sink down on his length, mammon thinks he might be back in the celestial realm. he rests his head against the headboard behind him, and a low, strangled whine is ripped out of him as you engulf him with your warmth. he watches you with parted lips, completely enamoured by your entire being. the way your walls clench down on his cock is a feeling he wants to savour forever.

there's no rush as you grind in small circles on him, feeling his tip repeatedly hit that mushy spot inside you that makes you moan softly into his ear. mammon wraps his arms around you and pulls you close against him as he slowly thrusts into you. your hands are everywhere, from cupping his face to gripping his shoulders or the headboard behind him as his steady thrusts bring you closer and closer to your high.

he whimpers into your ear, and you kiss his cheeks and tell him the praises he so desperately wants to hear—how he's so good for you, your favourite man, doing so well, how you never want this to end—feels so so so good.

he grows more desperate the closer he gets, his hands gripping your waist tightly, and soon enough, he's emptying himself into you. his eyes grow teary, and he throws his head back, watching you with parted lips as he bounces you up and down, up and down, riding out both of your highs. you turn limp in his grasp, your legs shaking with your own orgasm as you trace sloppy kisses along his jaw.

afterwards, he'll remain inside of you while he holds you close. you run your fingers through his sweaty hair and kiss his face all over while murmuring sweet, sweet nothings.

it's not long before he's hard again, and, fuck, he's so horny, but it's alright. because he has you, right? you'll help him out until he's satisfied, won't you? please?

masterlist | ao3

[woso-dreamzzz]

Ma'am III

Aitana Bonmatí x Royal!Reader

Summary: The aftermath of your elopement

"Well," You said, throwing your phone down onto the bedside table," My father knows."

Aitana, your wife, was relaxed against the pillows. Her engagement ring and matching wedding band sparked in the late afternoon sun.

"This is a terrible first impression, you know."

You scoffed. "Please. I'm his favourite child. That makes you his favourite daughter-in-law."

Aitana frowned. "I don't think that's how it works."

"It is," You said decisively. You crawled towards her, straddling her legs and leaning closer," Trust me. I know a lot about being a favourite. Father's favourite. William's favourite. Definitely Harry's favourite."

Aitana laughed. Her hands landed on your hips, drawing you closer until your lips were moments away from brushing hers. "Still, I haven't actually met your father. He might decide I'm not worth it."

"He can pissed off then," You said," I married you. I'm staying married to you. No matter what."

"You're lucky my parents love you," She replied," Otherwise they'll be very annoyed by this whole eloping thing."

"Is it really elopement if the rings cost more than a car?" You wondered and Aitana laughed again, fondly pulling on a strand of your hair.

"Yes," She said," You rich people live on a different planet."

You grinned, leaning forward to connect your lips in a slow, sensual kiss. "You know," You whispered against them," You're one of those rich people now too. What do you want to do first? Pay off Barcelona's debts?"

She rolled her eyes, pushing you away until you flopped onto your back next to her. "I think there's rules against those kind of things."

"You're right." You nodded," I'll do it. It looks better coming from a pair of princesses."

Aitana paled somewhat at your words.

Yes, she knew that you were a princess. The daughter of the King of England. Yet it hadn't crossed her mind at all on that beach last night with just the two of you, the priest and your security guard and two hotel staff members signing as your witnesses.

She hadn't considered that she would become a princess now too. It hadn't even been a thought in her mind.

Well, at least no one could accuse her of being a gold digger.

"I..." She didn't quite know what to say so she settled on the obvious. "I love you."

You grinned back at her, easy and self-assured. "I love you too."

You sat up, wiggling into the spot next to her.

"Things won't change, Aitana. Not by too much. Father won't let the media leak anything, though I doubt there were any paps on the beach with us. He's gifting us a house in Barcelona. It's not quite what we imagined but we can make it work, at least for now. We have time before this all comes out."

Aitana sighed. "I have to tell my teammates."

"Do it later." You shimmied even closer to her, layering kisses up her shoulder and neck. "We're on our honeymoon."

Aitana grinned at you with another eye roll that she was almost too fond of giving you. "Well...you do make a good point."

"You're right...I do."

"I mean, we've told out parents. Those are the most important people."

She could feel your breath against the shell of her ear.

"And we are on our honeymoon."

"And we are on our honeymoon," She confirmed, throwing her phone down and surging forwards to kiss you. "My teammates can wait."

It was hours later when you and Aitana emerged onto the terrace to eat dinner and relax.

You didn't bother to get dressed. The whole villa was within a gated community and your security team had always been excellent at the jobs.

You had simply thrown on a robe and relaxed back in your seat.

Aitana had done the same and you sat opposite each other as the sun begins to set over the horizon.

"You promise nothing will change too much?"

"Aitana," You said, leaning forward," Things will change, yeah, but not in the way that you expect. You can still play football. You'll still have paps following your every move but you also get more protection. More protection against paps and...others." You both knew who you were talking about. "People are still going to pick apart your every move but there's a team of lawyers waiting to sue those people to shreds. Not all change is bad change."

She grinned at you, leaning forward as well. "Then tell me the good things."

You smirked back at her. "Well, for one, you get a fancy title and new place to live. Enough money to last more than a lifetime. Access to fancy things like private jets. A new passport, if you want it." You moved back into your chair again, flinging your feet up onto the table. "And a tiara, if you want."

Aitana blinked comically. "A tiara?"

You winked. "A tiara worth more than your ring."

[sunarc]

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Tw: Somnophilla

You look so pretty right now. It’s like you were begging for him, wearing a silky nightgown with no panties to bed, it’s like you know exactly what you were doing. You sweet snores were like music to his ears. You were in your deepest slumber perfectly sprawled out on the bed, core glistened basically calling his name. His fingers slid against your warmth, collecting your slick in the process. 

“Look at how perfect you are” he breathed the words as he watched his fingers glisten in the moonlight. “So wet, so pretty and all for me” he stroked his cock over your sleeping figure watching as your chest moved up and down at the most gentle pace. His hand moved at a slow pace massaging his cock in an attempt to match your breathing. He placed his tip against your clit softly circling the bundle of nerves. 

“Shit you dont understand what you do to me” he whispered

“You have the most perfect body, I just wish i could slam my cock in you” he brushed his tip against your entrance not yet wanting to fully sink himself into you yet. 

“Could you imagine waking up and the bed is just soaked with your cum?” his eyes stared at you with hunger. His tip was growing an angry red as if screaming at him just to get a taste of your succulent cunt. 

“Imagine waking to find your thighs covered in my cum. I bet youd get so fucking wet at the thought, just knowing my cock was shoved so deep inside of you and you had no clue in the world”

He slowly inched himself into you groaning at the way your slick walls welcomed him with ease.

“You’d probably beg me to fuck you all over again, sad at the fact you couldn’t experience me making love to you.”

You laid still in a deep slumber unbeknownst to the fact he was slowly sinking himself into you rocking back and forth at a constant pace preparing himself to fill you with his cum. He let in a short gasp trying to contain himself. He wanted to let his moans flow free but the thought of you waking up had him holding his breath with worry. 

“You don't even have to be awake for me to know you love this. Your body tells me everything I need to know” he groaned softly. 

His thrust were long and slow. He wanted so desperately to hold you tight and fuck you at a pace that would leave you shaking uncontrollably. 

“Look at how you're screaming for me, this is your body’s way of telling me how much you love me isn't it?”

If only you could see the look of hunger engraved in his eyes as he watched your sleeping figure take his cock. He was getting desperate, craving just a bit more. He needed to have you in the most filthy way. He wanted to watch you fall apart for him without you even knowing it. 

He wanted to see how far he could take you. Would you wake if he just gripped your hips and maybe fucked you just a tad bit harder. No, no you could handle it, he’s knows his baby

“Just like that, take my cock and make it nice and wet for me baby” he whispered the words as his eyes rolled back. 

With each thrust he made he was growing more and more desperate.

“Your mine” he growled the words “Your body is mine, and I wanna see how many time i can make you cum without waking you”

His words were filled with determination

“Sleep tight baby, I promise I’ll take real good care of you”

Characters:

Armin, Connie, Eren, Kuroo, Bokuto, Tendo, Gojo, Choso, Toji(im going on an whim and saying him because part of him would not give a fuck but another part of him would like seeing you be so clueless), Bachira, Shidou

[knightjpg]

Brick by Brick: chapter 1

And like a dog who's learned a new trick Simon rings your bell the next day. Wasn't happy with how he left it, and wasn't that faucet leaking? He's got plenty of spare wood in his shed, don't you worry. What's that about the boiler making a weird noise? He'll take a look at it, might have something for the draft in the hallway too. Pay him? What are you talking about, he does stuff like this for fun. Don't sweat it, love. Just hand him that wrench.

tags: construction worker simon/neighbour reader

Summer is the worst time of year for construction work outside. Up early before the birds are awake to try and beat the heat, arriving on site at six or earlier with bleary eyes and creaky joints from the day before. It means coming home at four or five with lots of day left to get through yet without the will or energy to do anything beside shower, eat, watch some telly, and sleep. 

The pay is good and it beats sitting in a cramped office all day, but when Simon gets home with aching knees and the thrum of a headache at the back of his skull it's hard to remember why on Earth he chose the career he's in. He's drenched in sweat, large dark patches adorning his pits and back. 

It's one of those days where very little can make him stray from his commute straight to home to collapse into his big falling-apart chair, but today it's not really up to him. A large moving truck blocks his driveway. The faded company logo against dirty white overtakes the entire view of his windshield, though Simon can see the back doors are still swung open. No one to attend to it, though. 

Simon noticed the FOR SALE! sign had gone, of course. Remembers feeling vaguely pleased, even, that the home next to his wouldn't be empty anymore, because he of all people knows exactly how quickly places can fall apart without anyone tending to it. But right now all he feels is tired, and hot, and really fucking annoyed. Just when he's clicked his belt loose to get out of the car and see if the dolt belonging to the truck is anywhere to be found, voices carry from the open front door. 

“...last. I'm afraid it's a little heavy, though, so maybe we should get the boxes out first?” 

And out steps the sweetest little thing he's ever seen. Hair tied up, tight little top, and shorts that give him ample view of your legs.  

Maybe summer's not so bad after all. 

You're talking to a bloke wearing a uniform that matches the moving truck and who looks flushed in the face from exertion. As soon as you clock Simon's car, though, you stop mid-sentence in surprise, and then quickly walk to him, brows furrowed apologetically. 

“Oh, I'm so sorry—you're trying to get past us, aren't you?” Simon gives you a nod, and you turn back to the mover. “Would you mind moving the truck up a little? I don't want it to be in the way.” 

There's precious little parking space ahead, so Simon rolls down his window and calls out to you, “Jus’ backing up a few yards s’fine.” He gestures to his driveway so you know that's where he's headed, and you flash him a smile and a thumbs-up in understanding. 

The truck is moved, Simon parks his car, and you pull another heavy-looking box from the cube. You never reach your new doorstep with it; Simon steps in and lifts it from your hands. You blink up at him, lashes fluttering sweetly with surprise. “Oh—are you sure? It's heavy...!” 

One corner of Simon's mouth tugs up. Tired as he is it weighs next to nothing, and he can't resist holding it with one arm, holding out the other. 

“Can take ‘nother if you need.” 

You laugh and assure him this is quite enough, then jog back to the truck while Simon pushes past the half-open door to his new neighbour's home. 

It's a mess, of course. Piles of boxes, scattered furniture, rolled-up carpets. Simon puts the box down in the living room, then saunters back outside to lift another from your hands. He does the same with the couch; the mover is struggling and Simon doesn't trust him not to let it fall and crash. And you're such a little thing. Just doesn't feel right, watching you rush around and struggle without stepping in. 

With Simon's help it's quick work. The mover thanks Simon before driving off, but he's not really listening. There's much more important things to pay attention to. 

You're pretty. Cheeks flushed from exertion, breathing hard, flyaway hairs from your ponytail sticking up in odd directions. Simon has to suppress the urge to smooth them away. 

"Thanks so much for the help,” you tell him earnestly. “I'm sorry we were in the way—we thought we'd have a little more time before people started coming home from work.” 

“S’alright,” Simon says. It's nearing evening, now, the sky above you glowing in pale pink and oranges hues. The little smatter of trees across from you rustles with a gust of summer wind.  

You introduce yourself and insist on giving Simon your number “in case there's ever anything you need.” Simon's more concerned about a young woman living all on her own but takes your number all the same, watching your pretty little fingers tap it in on his phone. 

“I mostly work from home, but I'm very quiet and boring,” you tell him with a smile. “You don't have to worry about noise.” 

For some reason that isn't the selling point it should be. When Simon stands inside his hallway, house empty and dark and quiet, he wishes he still lived in a shitty apartment with thin walls on the bad side of Manchester. Maybe then he'd hear your footsteps, or better yet, your voice. Instead the only thing waiting for him at home is silence. Heavy and thick, where he's ripped away from sweet sunshine and plunged underwater. 

-

Simon is halfway to falling asleep on the couch when the bell rings. He groans, drags a hand over his face, and glances up at the TV. The football match is still going. The camera pans over a cheering crowd, their cries distant and quiet. 

He mutes the thing entirely and heaves himself up to open the door. Swear to God, if this is the fucking salesman again... 

“Hi there.” 

You give Simon a little finger wave, your other hand cradling a round oven dish. When you shift on your feet the protective foil on top rustles noisily. 

You look a little more put together than you did yesterday—rested, showered, fed. Just as pretty. 

Although, speaking of fed... 

“Alright?” Simon asks, eyes on the oven pan. He's only catching a faint whiff of something, but whatever it is smells really fucking good. His stomach reminds him that the only thing in his fridge are a couple cans of beer.  

You nod and lift the dish with a shy little grin. “Yeah. Um. I wanted to say thanks again, for yesterday. And I wanted to test out my oven, so...” 

You hold the dish out for him to take. Simon's fingers brush yours, large meaty paws easily twice the size of your own. When he peels back the foil you add, “Shepherd's pie. I thought about cookies, but I wasn't sure if you'd like those.” 

The scent hits him, then, rich and hearty and buttery smooth. The dish is still a little warm. 

Fuck. When was the last time he ate something homemade? 

“No, I'll eat anything,” he says, suddenly feeling a little self-conscious. He hasn't showered yet. Must look a nightmare. Does he stink? “Thanks.” 

Your whole face lights up, and Simon's neck feels hot. He averts his eyes to avoid your gaze and pretends to inspect the pie instead. Jesus, what is he, twelve? “I'm glad. I'll leave you to it, then.” 

D’you want to come in for a drink?  

It's on the tip of his tongue, but he can't get the words out quite right and gives you a brusque nod, watching you walk back to your own home before closing his door all the way. 

He eats at his kitchen table and finishes the whole thing in one go. Chases bits of flakey crust with his finger, licks up every leftover crumb. The meat is tender and juicy and for a while after the only things he smells is golden-brown potatoes seasoned with rosemary. 

He mourns it when it's gone, of course. Has half a mind to go over right now and ask if your cooking is for hire—Simon can't remember the last time he felt satisfied. When he ate not just for the sake of fuel or convenience but because someone wanted him to have something nice, something special. Is it special? Is he special? Are you going around the neighbourhood handing out cookies and pies to just anyone? 

Simon's sigh is loud in the silence and sticks to the kitchen walls. 

The pre-made frozen meals are fine, of course. Empty plastic containers fill up the rubbish bin. They're easy and cheap and most days Simon's glad just to have something warm in his stomach.  

And yet. 

The next day Simon stands at your door at six in the evening sharp, holding the clean dish in his hands. You invite him in for a cup of tea, because unlike him you have good manners, and you sheepishly apologise for the stacks of boxes everywhere. 

“S’alright,” Simon says, carefully manoeuvring around a large pile of books. “I don't mind.” 

And he doesn't, though he does feel like a bull in a china shop. Large and much too coarse for the little tea cup you hand him while the kettle whistles on the stove. 

“I'm afraid I don't have much to go with it,” you say with a flutter of your hands. “Do you like ginger snaps? I think I've got a pack somewhere.” 

You don't wait for his answer and pry open one of the cupboards. First come the ginger snaps, then the box of Earl Grey, which you hold up to him with a triumphant smile. “Unpacked the important stuff first.” 

Simon frowns and jerks his chin to the cupboard. “S’it stuck?” 

“Oh—yeah. They all are.” You give the wood a little knock. “It'll take me some time to get to fixing everything. The house went for a good price, but only ‘cause it needs some love.” You give him a rueful smile and get up, wiping your hands on your thighs. “I'm not all that handy, so I'll have to take it bit by bit.” 

Simon rises before you finish your sentence. "Let me see.” 

“Oh, no, it's okay. It's not a big deal, really—” 

Simon crouches down, slowly, to spare his knees, and tests the hinges. The wood is rotten in certain places, the hinges old and rusted. Rather than fixing it up it should be replaced entirely. You really better had gotten this place for good money, because this will take more than a bit of elbow grease to repair. He prods at the hinges, tuts, and looks up at you. 

“Ready to fall apart, this one. You said they're all like this?” 

You nod, worry creasing your brow. “I—yes. Well, the kitchen is. The bathroom seems alright. Is it worse than I thought?” 

“Might be. You have anyone look at this?” 

You shake your head. “I'm starting to feel silly about it now, but I was going to look up how to do it myself.” 

Simon straightens. “I'll go get my kit.” 

-

It's not as bad as he feared. Two cabinets need tearing down completely, but the others are worth saving. Simon warns you the repair job will fuck the wood, but you tell him it's no problem; you'll paint over it anyway. 

You feed him tea and ginger snaps while he works, asking him several times if he wouldn't like a break, hasn't he done a lot already? You feel terrible about having him work on his day off. Didn't he say he worked construction? He must be so tired, poor man. You insist he stay for dinner. “You've been so helpful—it's the least I could do.” 

Simon takes a breather to watch you cook. Chicken, pasta, summer salad. The sun sinks lower and hits you straight on from the kitchen window, painting the edges of you a dazed red-gold. An angel's halo. 

“You big on reading, then?” 

You turn down the heat and put a lid over the pan to join him at the table. Simon's eyeing the many books strewn about on top of boxes that say “pans” and “kitchen supplies”. Le Morte D’Arthur. Histories of the Kings of Britain. Beowulf. There's even one that prompts a vague, long-forgotten memory from his school days— The Canterbury Tales.  

“I am. Always have been.” You nod to the books. “I teach at university—medieval literature. But I'm working on my own research on the side.” 

Simon lets out a low whistle. His pretty bird is a clever one. Smarter than him, that's for sure. He might be big and strong but he's got bricks for brains. 

That's what his dad always used to say, anyway—that he's stupid. Those always were his kinder moments. 

“That explains all the books y’got.” 

“There sure are a lot of them, aren't there? I swear moving really makes you realise just how much stuff you own...” You shake your head. ���I'll have to get a bigger bookcase.” 

“Think it's impressive.” 

Your eyes crinkle with a smile. “Not as impressive as knowing how to fix my cabinets! I don't know how I would've managed by myself.” You hop up from your seat to check the food, then ask over your shoulder, “Is that something you do a lot for work, too? Carpentry and the like?” 

Simon shakes his head. “We do the heavy lifting. Clearing a place out, laying the foundation. Johnny—my coworker, he's mostly on machinery. Kyle does transport and plumbing. I do the heavier handiwork.” 

You hum and start plating the food while asking him more questions. Is the pay good? Is his boss fair? Are his coworkers nice? 

Price's fairly strict is what he is, Simon answers, and you laugh again. He likes that. Likes that he gets you to do that. 

He wolfs down a plate of his pasta and devours the chicken. It's fragrant, roasted with lemon and thyme, bursts between his teeth. He tells you more about Johnny, that he's a cocky bastard who likes playing with electricity way too much, but that he's also a loyal friend. That he's a hard worker—that all of them are. 

When his plate is empty and he's eyeing what's left in the pans you push them closer without saying anything, and prompt him to tell you about that time a plumbing line exploded and Kyle got soaked from tip to toe in disgusting gunk. He smelt like sewage water for weeks. 

Simon doesn't even realise how much he's talked until his throat starts feeling rougher than usual. You make it easy somehow. If he'd thought you would look down on him because of your own job he needn't have worried. You're not at all like what he imagines when he thinks of professors, none of the stuffy superiority complex he's used to weathering when people find out all he does all day is chafe his fingers on hard cement.  

Maybe you're just good at faking it, but he doubts it. The sparkle in your eyes when you listen to him so intently has to be real. 

You send him home with a warm thanks and dessert, and Simon feels something in his chest lurch when you peer up at him through your lashes in the doorway, smiling and sweet. Can't remember the last time he went out for dates. Can't remember having the time or energy for it. 

And like a dog who's learned a new trick Simon rings your bell the next day. Wasn't happy with how he left it, and wasn't that faucet leaking? He's got plenty of spare wood in his shed, don't you worry. What's that about the boiler making a weird noise? He'll take a look at it, might have something for the draft in the hallway too. 

Pay him? What are you talking about, he does stuff like this for fun. Don't sweat it, love. Just hand him that wrench. 

There are days when it's hard, of course. Simon is only human, and spending days and days on sizzling hard concrete would wring anyone dry. The project is coming along nicely, but at the height of summer there's plenty of times when even the promise of your smile isn't enough to keep him from falling asleep on his couch—often on an empty stomach. 

But during the weekends he rings your bell dutifully. Six o’clock becomes something sacred in his mind, sweet relief after praying on his knees for hours smoothing out cement. It gets to the point where he turns down Friday drinks with the guys more than once because he's got something to go home for now, his pretty little bird that's never once mentioned a boyfriend of any kind. 

“You really should let me pay you.” 

Simon gives you a look before pushing his large shoulders further into the cabinet under the bathroom sink. “Should be the one payin’ you. I know I'm doubling your grocery bill.” 

He eats more at your place than his own these days. It gives him incentive to rush through a shower, dress like something resembling a human, then wait at your doorstep to be let in. Wagging tail and everything. 

Your cheeks darken and you duck your head. “No, um... It makes me happy. To see you eat my cooking, I mean,” you confess a little shyly. “I feel like I'm the one getting everything out of this. I hope I'm not keeping you from—from spending time at home, or with your family.” 

“S’just me, love.” Simon pauses, pretends to inspect the pipes. “Less you don't want me coming ‘round anymore.” 

“No, no,” you say hastily. “No, I like—I like the company. Really.” Your voice softens. “And I'm not just saying that because I appreciate the help.” 

Simon exhales, shifts a little to accommodate the strain in his boxers, and holds his hand out for the screwdriver. 

[mostlymarvelsstuff]

Moi Devochki: Chapter 8

Warnings: smut (vaginal penetration, masturbation, small belly bulge), Omegaverse content (knotting)

Word count: 2217

WandaNat Masterlist Marvel Masterlist Moi Devochki Masterlist

 The smile your Alpha wears never fades as she grabs the pills from the hallway and a glass of water from the bathroom before she returns to both of you. She eagerly hands you each a pill before passing the glass of water to each of you. Once you've both taken the contraceptive and drank enough water she is quick to rejoin the nest.

   “My omegas took such good care of me.” she praises as she crawls over to the two of you. “Your Alpha is going to take care of you now, ok?”

   You both eagerly nod and allow her to undress you both before undressing herself. She takes her time taking in the sight of her naked mates as she lets your scents wash over her. She only stops when she hears a whine come from you.

   “Tasha, please” you plead while making grabby hands in her direction 

   “I’m right here Y/n, I’ve got you” she coos, leaning over you to capture your lips in a kiss as she lays you back into the nest. Her hands gently roam your body, “Are you sure you want this Omega? We can wait if-”

    “No, please” you whine, clutching onto her strong arms, “I want you Alpha, please”

   Her already hard cock twitches at the desperation in your voice, and though she's eager to please you she also doesn’t want to step over any boundaries or hurt you after what Steves put you through.

   “If you get uncomfortable, you tell me and we’ll stop. Ok, Omega?”

   You quickly nod, “Yes Alpha, I promise I’ll tell you”

   “Good girl” she praises, cupping your face and running her thumb across your bottom lip. You waste no time in taking her digit into your and softly begin to suck on it, “Fuck, such a good girl”

   Wanda lets out a whine beside the two of you, her thighs clench together in an effort to help ease the ache in her core but it doesn’t do much considering all that can help her feel better currently is her Alphas cock.

   “You're a good girl too Wanda” Natasha assures her, caressing her cheek with her free hand, “I’m going to fuck our Omega first, and while I do that I want you to sit right there and show off your pretty pussy to me, ok dorogoy(sweetheart)?”

   “Yes Alpha” she whimpers, parting her legs to reveal her slick covered thighs and puffy pink cunt. She can feel her cheeks heat up as her most intimate parts are now on display and her Alpha is absolutely loving it

   Natashas tongue pokes out to lick her lips at the sight before her, “Look at Wanda medovyy(honey), doesn’t she look pretty?”

  Your mouth goes dry upon seeing her sitting there waiting to be used while her essence drips down onto your nest and the way she chews on her bottom lip has the ache in your core growing

   “So pretty” You whisper, causing her cheeks to turn even redder as she twitches with need

   Your Alpha smirks at her, “Go ahead baby, play with yourself as you watch us”

   Her hand quickly settles between her legs and she lets out a whimper when her fingers make contact with her swollen bud. Wanting to please her Alpha she begins to rub in slow circles and can’t stop herself from moaning

   “Good girl Wanda, keep going” Nat instructs before her attention moves back to you, “You ready for me Y/n?”

   “Yes, yes please” you beg, squirming slightly beneath her, “I need you Tasha”

    Her hand moves to the base of her cock and she steadily lines herself up to your soaked entrance. She slowly pushes her hips forward, letting the head of her cock enter you

   “Oh, fuck!” you moan as you finally feel her tip spread you open around her length, and your fingertips dig into her forearms as she slowly pushes herself deeper into you

  “God, you're still so tight for me” she grunts out, already feeling like she might explode due to how you're squeezing her

   You mewl beneath her and the scent of both of your arousals has Wanda feeling lightheaded, but she continues to do as her Alpha said. Meanwhile your Alpha lets her head rest in the juncture of your neck so she can breathe you in as she bottoms out in you

   Your hands desperately claw at her back, the full feeling you now have is incredible but its nowhere near enough, “Fuck me Alpha, please”

   She hums and moves her hips backwards, slowly sliding out of you. Without warning she slams forward again, causing you both to shout out in pleasure. She continues this movement, but quicker now, easily falling into a rhythm that's leaving you breathless

   “Feels good, so good” you slur out as her cock hit the perfect spot inside of you

   “Fuck yeah it does” Nat agrees, moving away from your neck in order to kiss you, its messy due to your current inability to think but she doesn’t mind, “Gonna feel even better when I knot you and fill you up”

   You moan into her mouth as she connects her lips to yours again and Wanda clenches around nothing beside you both, desperate to be fucked and filled by your Alpha as well

   “You're so pretty taking my cock like this, too dumb to think straight because it just feels so good, isn’t that right medovyy(honey)?”

   “Yes! Yes!” you shout as she thrusts into you harder, “You feel so good Alpha!”

   “Gonna fill you up Omega, and you're going to take every last drop”

   They way her raspy voice whispers that in your ear has your walls pulsing around her, and her knot quickly grows. She slips it inside you with ease, and moans as she releases her seed inside you and the feeling of her warmth spilling inside you has you reaching your release as well

   “Tasha!!”

   The Alpha croons to you as you calm down and gently runs a hand through your hair as her attention shifts to the other Omega, “You close dorogoy(sweetheart)?”

   Wanda nods, “Yes! I’m so close, Alpha.”

   Natasha moves her free hand over to the Omegas cunt and easily slips two fingers inside her. Wanda cries out in pleasure at finally having something fill her, and she eagerly chases her release by rutting into her Alphas hand as Nat pumps her fingers in and out of her. 

   “Please Tasha, I wanna cum”

   Natasha curls her fingers just right, and moans as Wandas walls squeeze her digits, “Go on, Omega. Make a mess on my fingers”

   Wanda quickly falls over the edge and her slick drips down the Alphas hand as she cums. Natasha gently removes her fingers and lifts them to your Omegas mouth, who obliges in sucking them into her mouth to clean her own juices from them

   “Moi devochki(my girls) are such good Omegas” she praises, causing you both to purr, “I love you both so much”

   “Love you too Alpha” Wanda says as she crawls over to lay beside you both, “And I love you, Omega”

   You smile dopily, still heavily blissed out from taking your Alphas knot, “Love you both too”

   Nat chuckles and leans down to give you a quick kiss before she goes to do the same to Wanda, who now has to patiently wait for the Alphas knot to go down to have her turn. But thankfully she seems to be sated for now, and content to just cuddle into your side while Nat admires you from above. Eventually her knot goes down and she slowly slips out of you, causing you to whine 

   “Shh, it's ok medovyy(honey). I’m going to take care of Wanda now, you just rest”

   You groggily nod, “Mmkay Alpha”

   Wandas eyes widen in excitement as the Alpha crawls to hover over her body, and she eagerly grips onto the Alphas waist. The way the Alphas muscles tense under her touch has even more arousal shooting to her core, and Natasha knows it. She smirks at the brunette beneath her, carefully planting her hands on each side of the Omages head so that she's caged in by the Alphas biceps with a perfect view of her chest

   “Like the view, Omega?”

   “Yes” Wanda meekly replies as her eyes trail over the Russians muscles and breasts, “I like it very much”

   “I like mine too” she admits before leaning down to kiss her

   Wanda eagerly opens her mouth, letting the Alphas tongue slip inside to explore. She sucks on the muscle, pulling a moan from the Alpha that has her hips grinding up into her re-hardening member. She's not surprised by the amount of the Omegas slick she can feel against her

   “Did watching me mate with our Omega make you desperate, dorogoy(sweetheart)?”

   “Yes” Wanda whimpers as her grip tightens on Nats hips, “Please Alpha, I need you”

    “I know baby” she croons, getting herself lined up, “I’m right here, and I’m going to make everything better”

   Natashas hips thrust forward gently, allowing her cock to slip inside her needy Omega. Wanda moans at the sensation of finally being filled by her mate, and digs her fingertips deeper into Natashas muscular flesh in a wordless plea for the Alpha to be deeper inside her. Without a second thought Natasha leans back and wraps her arms around the Omegas thighs and pushes them up towards her chest, giving her the perfect angle for both of them

   “Oh god! Tasha!” Wanda cries out as the Alpha slams her hips forward

   Natasha grunts as she keeps up a steady rhythm, watching in awe as her Omegas face is taken over by an expression of pleasure, “You’re so pretty, dorogoy(sweetheart)”

   Wandas cheeks turn that familiar shade of pink again, and her walls contract around her Alpha in such a way that almost causes the Redhead to go dizzy. 

   “Fuck baby, you keep squeezing me like that and I’ll be knotting you in no time”

   The Omega moans at her Alphas admission, “Please do Alpha, want you to fill me up so badly”

   Wandas pleading eyes has her knot expanding in an instant, and with one hard final thrust she slips inside and locks into place. Their moans mix together as they both cum, and the Alpha nearly loses all composure as she sees a faint belly bulge appear on her mate.

   “Such a good girl” she praises, as she gently brings Wanda's legs back into a resting position. She brings her hand to rest on the small swell, “The two of you are going to look so beautiful someday when I get to fill you with my pups”

  Wanda wipers at the thought, and though you're still in your post bliss state, so do you. Your Alpha smiles and moves her hand from Wanda's stomach to hold yours and Wanda smiles at the adorable sight

   “I love you both so much” she whispers, as if it was a secret only the three of you shared before she brings one of her hands to join the two of yours

   “We love you too” you and Natasha end up saying in unison, causing the brunettes smile to widen

   After a few more minutes of comfortable silence the Alphas knot subsides and she carefully slips out of Wanda. She gives you both a gentle kiss on your foreheads before getting out of the nest

   “I’m going to go get cleaned up, then I’ll be out to take care of the two of you”

   As soon as she's out of view Wanda's body pressed up against yours. She wraps her arms around your waist and rests her head against your shoulder, causing you to purr at her affections. Your turn slightly, allowing your arms to slip around her as well and you press a gentle kiss against her forehead and she begins to purr as well

   Soon enough Natasha returns in a new pair of boxers and two washcloths. She gently washes each of your faces first, making sure any of her cum from her earlier blowjob is cleaned up. Then she moves on to your more sensitive areas. She tries her best to be gentle while still washing away any stickiness. Thankfully the warmth of the cloth feels good enough that neither of you mind when she does get a bit of a firmer touch. She finishes up and tosses the clothes into the dirty laundry and climbed back into the nest

   You and Wanda break apart once more so your Alpha can comfortably settle down between you both again. She wraps an arm around each of you and pulls you both as close as possible. She scents you both, making extra sure that her scent can be picked up on her mates, even if her seed is still dripping from you both she won’t take any chances. And she’ll continue to do so after each time she mates with you both. But for now she croons, content to have you both smelling of her while holding you both.

   “Get some rest if you need it, my Omegas.” she whispers, sensing how little energy the two of you have again, “I’ll be here, I’ll keep you safe”

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[rafeandonlyrafe]

eventually

words: 700

warnings: established relationship, college student!reader, long distance relationship, cheating, not a happy ending, wheezie is a queen as per usual, mentions/implications of hooking up but the fic is pretty sfw

“it'll be… it'll be really hard and i understand if you want to break up.” just the words coming out of your mouth breaks your heart.

“is that what you want?”

“what?” you shake your head quickly, moving to sit even closer and taking rafes hands in yours, squeezing them tightly. “i love you. i don't want us to ever break up, but im going to college three hours away.”

“we will just have to go long distance.” rafe raises your joined hands and kisses the back of your hand to your fingers. “im not giving up on the only good thing in my life.”

“oh, rafe.” you pout, launching yourself forward into a tight embrace.

--six months later--

you smile at the email approving you to take your exam early. it's the last one you need and considering you already have a 4.0 in the glass, you don't see it dropping just because you get less time to study.

you quickly close outlook and open up your text messages. as much as you want to tell rafe that you'll be coming home two weeks early, you also really want to surprise him.

hey wheezie girl!! I need your help…

--

“where is he?” you whisper as wheezie let's you into the house.

“in his room.” wheezie also keeps her voice low. “he might be asleep though so i don't know if you want to wait.”

“no.” you shake your head quickly. you just got home and the first thing you did was drive to tanneyhill, you're not sure if you can wait even a minute longer. “i got it from here, thanks girl.” you give wheezie a big hug. “i missed you too, ya know.”

wheezie hugs you back before letting you tiptoe up the stairs, keeping your steps as light as to not wake rafe.

you take a deep breath when you see his door, excitement filling in you knowing he's just on the other side.

you grip the brass handle and turn it slowly, attempting to keep the door from creaking as you step into the dark room.

your eyes take a second to adjust to the darkness, the morning light blocked out by the heavy curtains. you recognize a figure in bed and take a few steps closer, but with every movement, your heart drops further.

the sob rips from your chest before you even realize you're crying, waking rafe instantly.

“baby?” he sits up quickly, his voice frantic. “what are you doing here?”

“baby?!” you squeal. “you don't get to call me baby when there's a girl in your fucking bed!”

the clearly naked girl, gripping the blanket to her chest is now awake and staring at the both of you in confusion, probably some touron who had no clue what she was getting involved with.

“p-please.” rafe stutters, standing quickly. “it doesn't mean anything, i don't even remember her name i just needed to-”

you hold your hand up. “i don't want to hear it. i can't believe you… this is over. we are over.”

you walk quickly out of the room and stumble down the stairs, feeling like the house is suffocating you.

you don't even realize that you bump directly into ward, practically crashing into him and forcing him back into rose.

“y/n, what's wrong?” ward asks just as rose asks you when you got home, the whole family knowing when to expect you.

“what's wrong is your son is a cheater.” you give rafe a glare as he stands at the top of his stairs in only his underwear.

“rafe-” ward growls out. he knows how good you are for his son, he's seen the shift in his behavior since you left.

“baby, i still love you, she means nothing to me! it was just casual-”

you leave the house as his pleas continue, not wanting to hear another word of his bullshit arguments, knowing two years has now gone down the drain.

“im sorry.” you look up to see wheezie standing by your car. “i didn't know for sure but… but i guessed. i know you needed to see it with your own eyes. he went to a party last night and-”

“oh, wheeze.” you quickly give her a hug. “it's okay. ill be okay.”

“you will?”

you don't know the answer to that question, not for certain as you look back at the house, rafe stood in the doorway but not following you as ward lectures him.

“not any time soon.” you admit honestly. “but i will be. eventually.”

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[atzaurora]

스트레스-𝒔𝒕𝒓𝒆𝒔𝒔

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s𝗍rᥱss rᥱᥣᥱᥲsᥱ

𝒎𝒆𝒎𝒃𝒆𝒓: ot8

𝒑𝒂𝒊𝒓𝒊𝒏𝒈: fem!idol!reader x ot8!idol!ateez

𝒕𝒚𝒑𝒆: imagine (smut/suggestive)

𝒓𝒆𝒍𝒂𝒕𝒊𝒐𝒏𝒔𝒉𝒊𝒑: dating !!poly!relationship!!

.ᐟ.ᐟ𝒘𝒂𝒓𝒏𝒊𝒏𝒈𝒔.ᐟ.ᐟ: 18+/smut/suggestive content, MDNI!!! poly!relationship, gang bang, small mommy kink

𝒔𝒖𝒎𝒎𝒂𝒓𝒚: Y/n is a little stressed with all the comeback schedules so her boyfriends make sure she can 'relax' for a little while.

𝒘/𝒄: 1.730

𝒂/𝒏: because the last ot8 fic was very well received here's another one! please leave feedback or requests!!

here's my 𝒎𝒂𝒔𝒕𝒆𝒓𝒍𝒊𝒔𝒕!

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Ateez's new album was out and being promoted like crazy. Performance here, content there, a lot to do at this time. You were quite stressed and came home late every day, having to work a lot at the company. Your boyfriends started to notice how you were exhausted and on low energy the whole time.

"자기 (baby), are you home already?" San's voice echoed through the house when you closed the door behind you. "Yes! I'm here!" you replied instantly, setting down your bag and putting your shoes away.

San came to the front door, hugging you tightly, nuzzling his face in your neck. "How are you, love?" he mumbles, pressing a soft kiss to your cheek.

"I'm good, I didn't have as much to do today as the past few days." you smile, walking into the kitchen, behind the counter to make yourself some dinner. "did you guys eat already?" San nods his head, leaning on the opposite side of the counter, watching you. "Woo made some food, wasn't as good as yours, but eatable." San laughs.

You chuckle "good. my babies need to eat a lot with all of the work for the comeback." San gets up, walking around the counter on your side. For a few minutes he just stands behind you, watching you making some food for yourself. Then you feel two big, strong arms wrap around your waist, soft lips caressing your neck softly. You let out a small gasp as soon as you feel his body against your own. "you know..." San begins, mumbling the words into your neck "We could help you release a little of the stress"

You feel a smirk creep onto your face, knowing exactly what he was referring to. You nod "Oh, I'm sure you have your ways." He chuckles, spinning you around by your waist. Once you're facing him, he presses your body against the kitchen counter. He grabs your thighs, easily picking you up, your legs immediately wrapping around his waist. He walks over to his bedroom, stopping shortly next to the living room and letting a "guys, we gotta help our girl out a little" echo through the room.

He softly lays you down on the bed, not backing away an inch, staying right above you, peppering your face with kisses. It doesn't take long till everyone is gathered in San's room, sitting down beside the two of you. "Aw, our little kitten needs us, I see.." Seonghwa whispers teasingly, stroking over your stomach down to your thighs. You close your eyes, a desperate look covering your face, desire filling you up already at his touch. Yunho laughs a little when he sees the look already on your face, tho they haven't even started yet.

"San, do us the favour." Jongho cocks his head at San, motioning him to undress you. San understands him immediately, taking off your pants quite fast. You knew he wanted this as much as you did right now. "Sweetheart, relax. We'll make you feel good, alright?" Yeosang whispered into your ear, pressing a few kisses to your cheek, his fingers gazing over your hand reassuringly.

You lay sprawled on the bed, your body trembling with excitement, as the eight handsome faces surround you like a living, breathing bouquet of desire. They all look so eager, so hungry for you, and your heart swells with love and lust as they each claim a piece of your soul with their eyes.

San starts by peeling off your shirt, revealing the lacy black bra that's been hidden beneath your work clothes all day. The others watch intently, licking their lips as they wait for their turn. "Mommy, you're so beautiful," Jongho murmurs, his voice a warm caress against your skin as he leans in to kiss your collarbone. The pet name sends a jolt of electricity down your spine, making your nipples pebble under the fabric. He wasn't the most noticeable during a group 'session' but the nicknames he spat out once in a while, always had you weak.

Seonghwa wastes no time in unclipping your bra, the fabric falling away to expose your breasts to their eager eyes. He cups one gently, his thumb flicking over the sensitive peak. "Look at these pretty things," he whispers, his voice hoarse with desire. "They're all ours tonight." His words are met with a chorus of approving murmurs, and your body responds eagerly, arching into his touch. You wanted him, so badly, him, everyone, inside you, deep.

Yeosang slides down the bed, planting soft kisses along your stomach, his hands skimming over your thighs. "You're so responsive," he praises, his eyes shining with admiration. His mouth reaches your panties, and with a gentle tug, he exposes your wetness to the cool air. The scent of your arousal fills the room, and the tension ratchets up another notch. You can feel a strong sigh leave his mouth, the air hitting your wet folds, making your eyes roll back once more. You squeeze Seonghwa's arm, you were still holding onto somehow.

Wooyoung sidles up next to you, his hand sneaking around to grip your hip. "Let us love you, mommy, make you feel just right," he says, his voice a seductive purr. He leans in to claim your mouth in a deep, passionate kiss, his tongue dancing with yours as you moan into his mouth. His teeth graze your bottom lip, a brand of possession that makes you squirm with pleasure. He moves his lips away from your mouth, onto your neck, sucking, biting, licking. Your head starts to fill with fog, your mind going completely blank as his lips are on your skin. Your hands reach behind his head, tugging on his hair, your nails leaving a few marks on his back as well. "gorgeous." he breathes out, catching his breath again after he was satisfied with the red and purple mark he had left on you.

Yeosang's mouth descends on your clit, bringing you back to reality, only now making you realize his face was stuffed between your thighs already, your body bucks upwards, and you can't help but let out a loud moan. The vibrations of your voice seem to resonate through the room, spurring the others into action. Mingi takes your left nipple into his mouth, his teeth grazing the sensitive flesh, while Hongjoong kisses his way down your right arm, leaving a trail of open-mouthed kisses along the way. "Oh~ captain—" you groan, his kisses on your skin made you feel some type of way only he could. "You like this princess?" he asks sloppy, his open-mouthed kisses making a trail of salvia hang out of his mouth. He looked incredibly good, almost too good to handle, especially with the others pleasing you at the same time. All you could do was nod in response. "Good girl" he grins, getting back to his kisses.

The bed shifts as the others move into place, eager to worship your body. Yunho slides two of his long and slim fingers inside you, curling it just right to make your eyes roll back. "So wet for us," he whispers, his breath hot against your ear. You whimper, your legs spreading wider to accommodate him. He pumps his fingers in and out. Yeosang's tongue never leaving your cunt, working its magic as well. The pleasure of Yunho's amazing fingers all stuffed in you and Yeosang's tip of his tongue flicking over your folds was enough to make you cum already after a few minutes. "Well done, love" Mingi praises you, kissing your forehead, while Yunho's fingers slip outside of your hole, leaving an empty feeling and Yeosang licking you clean.

The empty feeling doesn't last long tho. As you look around you see all of your boyfriends were already halfway undressed, except for Seonghwa. His erection was already clearly standing up straight to his stomach. He lifts your body a little, shifting under you, to slide in from there. The sensation of fullness starts to build as Seonghwa presses into you from behind, his thick cock filling you up as Jongho decides to massage your breasts once more. Meanwhile, Mingi watches with a hungry gaze, stroking himself in time with Seonghwa's thrusts. You can feel the weight of his stare, adding to the intensity of the moment. "fuck, you're so beautiful." He groans next to you, his hands moving faster up and down his cock, chasing his own high while he watches you get fucked by Seonghwa.

Hongjoong kisses down your neck, leaving a trail of hickeys next to the ones Wooyoung already made as he goes, while Jongho and Wooyoung play with your breasts, their hands teasing and pinching until you're panting with need. You don't even know what to focus on at this point. Exposed chest here, dick there, and not to forget their pretty faces and loving gazes all over you. Now, San, not to be outdone, kisses along your inner thigh, his tongue tracing patterns that make your skin tingle. You let out a loud whimper, your body feels like it's on fire, the sensations overwhelming in the best possible way. You're not sure how much more you can take, but somehow, you know they'll never let you break. They're with you, inside you, all of them, in a symphony of love and lust that resonates through every fiber of your being.

They praise you, whisper sweet nothings, and call you their queen, their goddess, their mommy. You don't last long anymore with Seonghwa deeply buried inside of you, the others sucking on your skin, pleasing you, pleasing themselves. You sense a big wave of pleasure wash over you, emptying yourself onto his dick. Not long after feeling his load shoot inside you as well. He is panting heavily underneath you. Your breathing matches his and your bodies rise and fall at the same time, your fingers grasping the sheets tightly.

"you were amazing, kitty." he pants, slowly slipping out of you, making you whimper. You turn your head towards Mingi when you hear a loud groan escaping his mouth. The cause being his own hands, which helped him reach his climax all while watching you. Jongho releases his mouth from your breast, leaving a few soft kisses along your face. "feeling better now?" he asks. "Definitely" you respond, still a little out of breath.

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[bambi-slxt]

soft!dom!chris

✨a concept✨

"ohhh, i know, mamas, i knowww..." he whispered, petting your clit and fluttering hole. chris lay beside you, resting on his side while you were strewn about the bed, legs thrown open.

if you'd had the wherewithal to be ashamed, your cheeks would be crimson, but as it was, the only thing your mind could focus on was the overwhelming sensations from the man next to you.

with one hand, he caressed the stray baby hairs from your face. with the other, he made your stomach twist into knots, pressing on your most sensitive nerve, using the generous lubrication of your juices to make his fingertips slippery.

a whine escaped your throat and you looked over at chris, his the movement of his hand causing your back to arch.

"hey, pretty lady," he said softly, continuing his maddening pace, "you doin' okay?" chris's blue eyes were soft and sweet, his eyelids heavy with the weight of his desire.

"y-y-yes," you stuttered after he sunk a finger inside of you (he must have timed it like that on purpose, the little shit), "please, m-more-"

"more?" he repeated, drawing the word out as a smile flickered over his face. "baby girl wants more?" his finger slowed its thrusting as his thumb feathered over your nub.

"fuck, yes, chris, more, please-" your hips bucked into his palm but the veins had already appeared on his forearm - chris's arm wasn't going to budge, and your body was kept pretty firmly against the mattress underneath the flexed muscles.

"so greedy," he purred. chris dug another finger inside of you, curling both of his soaked digits upwards. "s' that feel good?" he asked, as if he didn't know.

"it does, chris, it does, it feels so good," you babbled softly, keening under his touch. chris dipped his head out of your eyeline and you felt his nose brush against your temple. his voice, low and steady, filled your ear as his breath washed over it.

"that's my girl...there we go, breathe...in, out...good girl. just feel it, ma."

"you look so pretty."

"you're so good for me. best girl in the world. my pretty little girlie."

"ah, ah, ah, not yet, you know better...ask me. use your big girl words and ask me. what do you want, miss lady?"

"please, chris, can i cum, please, i've been so good, i can't hold it anymore, please, please, please, i need it, i need it, i-"

"cum for me, mamas."

your body almost convulsed with the power of the orgasm that ripped through you. your head shot up and your teeth found chris's shoulder. he hissed at the pain but leaned into it.

"good girl," he growled, "take it out on me. that's my girl. so good for me."

his fingers didn't stop. your pussy squelched but the pleasure tingled everywhere, everywhere, it was all you could see, all you could taste, and there was chris, holding you tightly, as though you might disappear at any moment, flexing his arm so you could get a better grip on his shoulder, rubbing your clit at just the right pace...

your orgasm broke and you collapsed with a cry onto the mattress once again. chris slowly extracted his hand from between your clenched thighs (when did that happen?), his own chest heaving a little as he caught his breath.

"easy ma, easy. breathe."

you nodded slowly, staring unseeing at the ceiling. chris saw your fucked-out expression and smiled. he twisted around, facing the nightstand but never letting his hand leave you.

he returned with a towel, soft and warm from the dryer. you had no idea when he'd gotten it. you didn't care.

"up," he said, tapping your hips. you struggled, so he slid his arm under you and lifted your ass, giving it a squeeze as he slipped the towel underneath you and lowered your body back down.

chris brought the edges of the fabric up to your soaking wet pussy, wiping away your juices gently, taking great care to move slowly over your clit. you gasped at the touch anyway, and his brows furrowed. "i know, ma. m' sorry. almost done."

you were beginning to return to your body, blinking away the fog of pleasure. your eyes were drawn to chris's shoulders, one of which sported a magnificent purple bruise and...were those teeth marks?

"oh my god did i bite you?"

chris just grinned and placed a kiss on your tummy. "it was worth it."

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[i-eat-dynamites]

` > incest, 3some, spit, mentions of pregnancy, nasty, nasty, NASTY┆pt.1

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"... Fuck did'ya say..?" Katsuki growled, his fingers dug on the fat of your thighs, awaiting his best friends reply. "It broke man, the condom." Eijiro mumbled, he looked at the stretched hole on the tip of his dick where the plastic uncomfortably constricted before ripping it off.

"C'mon, Kats, just this once." He positioned himself in between your legs again, using both his thumbs to spread your cunt open, poking and prodding it using his dick. "Tch... fuckin' bastard.....do it quick, greedy asshole." Katsuki sneered.

"W-what? You're g'nna... let 'im cum in me─?!" Your head still hazy and dizzy from your previous orgasm. "Finally came down from ya' high princess~?" Eijiro caressed your cheeks before planting a gentle kiss on it. "She still up for another load hm? Think she s right" He pried, rubbing the tip of his raw meat on your cunt.

'Y-you're seriously gunna cum n' me...?" "Yeah... but blastys head is itchin' t'xplode so... I'll make it quick 'kay..? don't worry though... I'll make sure t' fill ya up a shitton so there won't be anymore space left in your cunt for your bros seed~" Eijiro chuckled before plunging himself into you once more.

His muscles tensed at the hot and squishy feeling of your cervix around him. "Oh my god, oh go─d! fuck! s-soo deep-!!" Your arms fly around, trying to grab on something, anything, even reaching for your brother, grabbing onto his shoulders before digging your nails into them.

"Oh shiiit... y'feel me baby~? Wa-wanna be filled with... ba-babies~?" His hips began moving, but this time, no more gentle thrusts. His pace was animalistic and brutal to begin with, sending the headboard back and hitting the wall.

"Oh shit.. shit shit shit shit shiiiiit... mhfuck-! ohh fu─ck!" Eijiro moaned loudly, his hips messily pounding into you. Your arms fly around, trying to grab on something, anything. Your head was on Katsuki's chest while your legs were over Eijiro's shoulders.

"Fuck'n take it.. ugh go─d! take it, take it take it take i─t!!" His entire body shook while trying to press himself into you as hard as he can to ensure you take all of his cum. Eijiro panted, as if he was a pent up and desperate dog, humping and rutting into your cunt.

His muscles tensed, placing all his body weight on you. "Tch, ya tryna crush 'er idiot-?! Fuck off." Katsuki sneered before pushing his friend off of you. "F'she ends up havin' black 'aired babies, ma'fuckin' kill you." Katsuki gently flipped you around, now having you on your tummy while he placed a pillow just beneath your hips.

"Mnnh...'suki...yer turn.." You wiggled your ass a bit, spreading open your soft cheeks and giving him an eye full of your pink lil butt. "What, want my kids too sis? Heh..mom raised a bitch didn't she? raised a slutty fuckin daughter, always kissin' 'er big bros dick every night and havin' his friends take turns fuckin' this needy n' greedy little cunt yeah?"

He massaging your cheeks, groping and spreading them open. "Y.. you ass... stop teasin' jeez..." You mumble before spreading your legs open for him, the mixture of you and Eijiro's cum making your inner thighs sticky and shiny. Katsuki spat on your ass, watching it slowly slide down your ass as it dribbles down onto the mattress.

"Shut up.. ya already got his cum seeping outta your cunt. M'gonna be fuckin' that cute butt, high time she gets some love and cum deep in 'er~" He slips his dick in between your ass cheeks, slapping your ass and teasing the tight entrance with his cocktip.

"Mnn....Kats please.." "Tsk.. shut that mouth and be fuckin' good yeah? else I'll fuck your sorry ass all night." He growled into your ear, both his arms wrapped tightly around you when he dropped all of him into your ass. "Oh fuck... so.. fuckin' tight.. shit.."

"Y'stupid-! stupid.. f'ckn... 'itch..." "Yeeah, that's what ma'make f'ya if ya keep runnin' that mouth." "Katsuk──i.... fuck my pussy idiot.... not m'butt..." You bury your head onto the plush pillows, embarrassed. "That desperate for bros cum huh? Ya want t'make our damn fam tree a fuckin' circle huh? Fine then... t'was just father's day a few days ago right? might as well fuckin' be one!"

He quickly pulled out of your ass then lifted your hips before slammed himself into your used cunt, his pace wasn't fast but wasn't too slow either, each thrust would have his dick all the way in then all the way out. "Oh fuck.. fuck fuck yesss... ~!! Give it t'me 'sukiiiiii oh my go-d..."

"Tch, yer damn loose here sweets.. so fucking warm too..." Katsuki griped, his movements slowly becoming more and more erratic. You're completely blist out, eyes rolling to the back of your head while your arms are bound by his strong and bigger ones.

"Wanna fuck'n get pregnant right? Want those tits full of milk huh? Wanna give our parents a grandkid already? ya nasty fuckin' bitch.." Katsuki groaned, beads of his sweat covering your back and making them glisten.

"Mnfuck yes! Please yes... I want that... want that sooo bad please, please, please 'Sukiii~!" Pretty face of yours tear stained and flushed, lips swole and body numb. Katsuki chuckled them scanned your expression, glad to have fucked his sister dumber than his friend did.

"Damn you bitch... always sending blood t'my dick whenever ya flaunt that ass 'round the dorms.. y' wanna be a free use whore eh~?" Thrusts become stronger, his balls slapping your soppy cunt while he's beating you with his cock.

"Gonna cum.. ya excited sis? Wanna feel bros hot n' sticky fucking cum in ya huh─?" You mindlessly nod, all fucked out and stupid. You clench around him, wanting to milk him and have your insides pumped full of big brother seed. "FUCK! Gimme~! gimme, gimme, gimme please Katsuki~! want it s'ba──d please! please breed me- breed me breed me breed meeee.."

You whined, pushing your ass back into him. Every thrust of his makes your pussy gush out and spray all over the sheets. "Oh shit..." "Nyes! Please inside me! inside me please-!" "I know sis, shut it." Katsuki grunted, feeling his balls stick up and squishing you underneath him while he paints your insides white, his cum spurting deep inside.

Making sure you take every single drop, and not one is wasted. He lays on you, cock getting soft inside. "Ohhh fuck... fuck.. fuuuck..." Katsuki whispered, kissing your nape and nibbling on your reddened ears.

"Y'okay?" "..." "Sis?" He leaned over, looking at your cute little face, all passed out and moaning very softly. "...Damn whore fell asleep... heh. Got yer brains fucked out and you're just gonna pass out on me princess? How cruel... ya were wide awake when Kiri had his turn too... and not even a kiss goodnight huh? You break my heart sis...s'all fine though... I'll make sure ya wake up with a sore body.. "

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[luvsupa]

PRINCE GOJO LOVES WHO?!

tags: fem!reader x prince! gojo satoru, childhood enemies to almost lovers to enemies (☹️), NEW MALE CHARACTER!, bully!gojo, gojo gets so jealous, love (ish)-hate relationship, gojos so confusing, ANGST, royalty, arranged marriage, forbidden love, lots of tension, smut-ish (intense kissing + grinding), cheating (guys don’t ever cheat) mdni.

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a/n: sorry for the late update 😥 got lazy 🫣 but thank u guys so much for the support! It means a lot! + likes/ reblogs are very appreciative 💆🏽‍♀️

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you wake up in an unfamiliar room, the soft mattress beneath you swallowing you deeper as you open your eyes. your body aches, you look under the cover to see the formal gown from last night’s dinner.

oh. the dinner.

your heart sinks as you recall the events. ayana had set you up, and gojo... he had brought you to his room and kissed you.

how could gojo treat me like this for years, kiss me, and then continue to torment me? you shift on the king-sized bed, relieved to find you’re alone.

you wince as you get up, the tight corset beneath your gown causing discomfort. you walk to the balcony, the view similar to yours but from many floors above.

opening the double balcony doors, you step closer to the railing and look down. you recognize your parents and gojo's among the guests. there are a few others, can’t seem to recognize their faces. who could they be? did my father invite them?

“how did you sleep?”

you close your eyes in annoyance, he’s the last person you want to see right now.

“i slept fine,” you say, not turning around to look at him. he can sense your irritation. “i shouldn’t overstay my time here, so i will go back to my room.” you turn around to finally face him. his eyes soften as he sees your puffy eyes from last night.

“no, please stay. i-i don’t mind how long,” he says, his voice with desperation, reaching to grab your hand to reassure you.

“i’m not sure ayana would appreciate me staying in the room she shares with her partner,” you say, hinting at her words from last night. gojo seems taken aback by your words and lets go of your hand, his expression faltering.

“so you think she’d appreciate us kissing?” he retorts, a note of bitterness creeping into his voice.

“i- no. but she is someone you will potentially wed. out of respect for the future princess, we must stop.” with that, gojo’s entire aura shifts. his eyes darken with anger at the mention of marriage. without waiting for his response, you exit the balcony and head towards the front door.

“i explained everything to your parents,” he blurts out, desperation seeping into his tone.

“thank you,” you say softly, a mix of gratitude and sorrow in your voice, as you leave his room.

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as you make yourself look more presentable than you did in gojo’s room, you’re too scared to face your family. you don’t know what gojo said to them, but you assume it’s good.

“hi, dear, we have an important meeting you must attend,” you hear your mother's soft voice from your doorway.

“mother, if this is about last night, i will explain—”

“it is not. satoru enlightened us all, it was just a mere childhood feeling,” she reassures as she walks closer to you. “I deeply regret not hearing your side, but the past is behind us. We must discuss more relevant matters. join me in the drawing room when you're ready.”

tears almost fill your eyes as relief washes over you. finally, your family is hearing you out. you nod as she embraces you with a warm hug before exiting the room, giving you more time to prepare yourself.

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as you make your way toward the drawing room, your nerves intensify. your mother hadn’t given you any details about the meeting, and the presence of more guards than usual, dressed in different-colored uniforms, only heightens your anxiety.

standing close to the drawing room doors, the guards open them to reveal a room filled with your parents, gojo’s parents, and a few unfamiliar faces you noticed at the balcony. the mothers and other women sit on the couches, while the men stand on the other side, deep in discussion.

abruptly, your mother and the queen stand up, acknowledging your presence. “perfect! dear, we have someone who would like to meet you!” your mother says, her voice brimming with excitement. your nerves spike as an unfamiliar woman calls over someone to meet you.

too nervous to turn around, you hear footsteps approaching behind you.

“hello, my beautiful,” a voice says, making time feel as if it has stopped. you turn around to see a tall, broad-shouldered man with slicked-back blonde hair and a single curled strand. his hazel eyes gaze down at you, and you are in complete shock, struggling to respond.

“i- hi,” you manage to say, shamelessly checking him out. he chuckles at your response.

“i’m kento nanami. i’ve heard a lot about you,” he says smoothly. you’re starstruck by his beauty, still struggling to find words. your mother stands beside you, her hands on your shoulders, urging you to act proper.

“he is also a prince—soon to be king,” your mother whispers in your ear, but nanami definitely hears.

“i hope you don’t see me merely as a king. i’m here to leave the weight of royalty and simply be myself,” he says, as your mother apologizes for her rudeness. if anything, his humility makes you more attracted to him.

“well, we shall leave you two alone to get to know each other on a deeper level,” the queen says, and everyone quickly exits. your mother gives you one last look before leaving, reminding you to be on your best behaviour. for what, though?

“ugh, finally the parents have left. i was getting bored of hearing about royal duties and nonsense,” nanami says, exhaling a long-held breath as you both settle on the couches. his boldness stuns you. he doesn’t want to be bombarded with royal duties... hot.

“i wouldn’t know much about royal duties the way you do, kento. i bet our fathers chatted you into boredom,” you say, trying to lighten the mood with a joke.

“my father? no, that was my mother’s brother. my father passed years ago from an illness.”

great. he hates me.

“oh my—I-I’m so sorry, your majesty. i truly didn’t know,” you quickly say, but he gives you a warm smile, reassuring you that you simply didn’t know.

“i would also hope that you would address me without honorifics. i’d hope for my soon-to-be wife to call me by my first name.”

what?

“sorry what? wife? no offense, but i don’t know you or anything about any marriage!” you say, heart racing, realizing you were kept out of the loop.

“your parents haven’t told you? they’ve been stressing my family for years that you were waiting to meet me,” he says, very confused. you shift your position on the couch, fully facing him.

“i’ve had a few conversations about marriage but nothing about us... i-i mean i’m definitely not ready,” you say, starting to freak out. he notices and holds your hand, his much larger and radiating warmth.

“i may not understand being left out of important conversations—especially regarding your future,” he says, drawing circles on your hand. “if you are not ready to marry, i will use my royal duties and call it off.” his warm smile makes your heart feel whole. maybe he’s the one for you; he’s patient, kind, and handsome.

“kento I—”

“i will not let you marry her!” you hear as the doors burst open.

this cannot be happening.

you and nanami quickly stand up, startled by gojo’s sudden interruption.

“satoru, you cannot be—”

“get your guards and get the hell out of my estate. you are not welcome here—nor are you welcome to marry her!” gojo yells, angrily walking towards you both. nanami looks at you, just as confused as you are by gojo’s crazed state.

“excuse us, kento. i need to have a talk with him,” you say sternly, grabbing gojo’s arm and leading him out of the drawing room.

⨯. ⁺ ✦ ⊹ . *

after what felt like an eternity dragging gojo to the library, he stubbornly refused to move. finally, you arrive and shut the door behind you, locking it firmly to ensure privacy.

“what the hell is wrong with you? you can’t act like a child and barge in like that!” you say angrily, turning to face him.

“what is wrong with me? how dare you marry someone you don’t even know!” his glare intensifies, his bright blue eyes darkening with rage. “whoever i choose to wed is not your decision—nor shall it be your problem!” you retort, matching his tone.

“it is my problem—especially if you’re making reckless decisions without my presence,” he yells, causing you to scrunch your face in utter confusion. “you’re seriously unbelievable! i can’t believe it,” you say, slowly putting pieces together.

“why are you so against me being married? it shouldn’t matter to—“

“i cannot bear to lose the one person i’m deathly in love with to another man!”

what?

you look at him, wishing he had never said those words. if anything, you wished for him to torment you than confess his love for you.

“that is not fair—it is not fair and you know that,” you say, walking away from him breathing heavily as you go deeper into the library, with him following you.

“i am madly in love with you—since our childhood—“

“satoru, stop. you do not love me. you’ve been making my life a living hell. my stay here—is beyond hell,” you say as you turn and look at him with teary eyes. “the one time i have a chance at life with a loving man and you—you try to ruin it,” you say.

“would he ever love you the depths that i love you?” he questions, and you're taken aback from his words. “love? do you consider ruining my life, my reputation, humiliating me as ‘love’?”

“that was the only way i could block you out of my head—my feelings, my thoughts. i hated the fact your own parents planned to wed you off during our teenage years! i love you so much i pushed you away!” gojo confesses as you watch him pour out his deep feelings.

“so you simply ignored my feelings all those years? all the torment i endured? you only cared about yourself?”

“do you love me?” he says, ignoring what you said. you stammer at your words as he continues to repeat his words, walking closer to you as you slowly walk backwards.

“you were my first love,” you quietly say as you shake your head, your mind all jumbled up. he smiles at your words that he’s been dying to hear. “but you have proved to me over and over that i am not yours. you cannot say you love someone then treat them like shit!” you say as his smile slowly fades.

“i will marry kento and that is the end,” you say. he looks at you angrily.

“is that really what you want? to be with someone who won’t drive you wild like i do? to live a dull life, lacking the connection we have?” he steps closer, his voice dropping to a whisper. 

“you know, i could show you just how much i love you. how every night, it’s your face i see, your name i whisper. just one touch, one kiss, and you’d remember why you were mine first.”

you feel your breath hitch as he leans in, his lips almost dangerously close to yours. “i bet he would never know how to make you tremble with a single look, how to make you ache with a single touch.”

before you can respond, his lips crash against yours in a desperate and passionate hunger. his hands find your waist, pulling you close as the kiss deepens, his mouth relentless and demanding.

lust once again takes over your body, igniting a fire as you wrap your arms around his neck, deepening the kiss more. moans escape into each other’s mouths as you both lose yourselves in the moment. his tongue traces the seam of your lips, seeking entrance, and you part willingly, tasting the sweetness of desire.

as you two are mindlessly kissing, you stumble backward, gojo’s strong arms steadying you both until you collapse onto a nearby couch. your gown drapes around you, the fabric crumpling as you straddle him, your knees sinking into the cushions on either side of his hips. his hands remain on your waist, gripping possessively, refusing to release you from his embrace.

heat radiates between you, his body pressed against yours, a desperate ache building in the pit of your stomach. the intensity of the moment fuels your movements, his hands are guiding you as you’re shamelessly grinding on his bulge. feeling him throb beneath you.

moans and gasps escape into each other’s mouths, the air thick with tension and desire. your bodies move together instinctively, as if trying to merge into one. 

you break the kiss, your lips parting from his with a soft, lingering resistance. his darkened eyes plead for more, hunger burning in their depths as he leans in again, his lips brushing against yours in a silent plea. but you resist, causing him to whine and pout at your refusal. what a baby.

“i-i will marry kento,” you say, your voice trembling slightly with the intensity of your emotions. it’s a final decision made in the heat of the moment.

gojo leans his head back with a frustrated groan from hearing another man’s name. he releases his hold on your waist as you rise from his lap, smoothing out your gown to look more presentable. his whine of protest goes unheard as you walk away, the sound of your heels against the wooden floor echoing as you walk away.

the tension hangs heavy in the library as you leave him behind—your heart racing, your mind reeling, and the taste of him lingering on your lips.

⨯. ⁺ ✦ ⊹ . *

you walk through the grand halls, your footsteps echoing softly as you make your way to the garden, seeking a moment to clear your mind from what happened in the library.

as you step into the garden, you notice two figures standing near a fountain. it’s ayana and nanami. ayana is giggling, her hand rubbing against nanami’s arm as she leans in closer to him. she looks up at him with adoring eyes, her laughter bright and flirtatious.

you stop in your tracks, feeling a jealous at the sight. she always finds a way to ruin something.

nanami notices you walking in and turns to gesture you to join them. ayana looks over to see you and scoffs, wrapping her arm possessively around nanami’s as you approach.

“i see you’ve already met ayana,” you say bitterly, shooting a disdainful glance at her.

“met? oh, kenny! you haven’t told her about us!” ayana fake pouts, her tone dripping with insincerity. you look at them in confusion. “who do you think was his stress reliever, hmm?” she confesses, and a pang of jealousy courses through you.

“i’ve told you many times that whatever happened in the past stays in the past, ayana,” nanami says firmly, removing her arms from around him and creating space between them.

“but of course, that was before i met ruru! we’re now happily in love—expecting to be engaged soon,” ayana chirps cheerfully, her words stoking your anger. little does she know what happened a few minutes ago…

“but poor you, would any man truly desire a future with you?” she taunts, walking closer to you, her hand brushing your cheek. you shove her hand away, infuriated by her audacity.

“i intended to announce our engagement at the gala, but we are also planning our marriage,” nanami declares calmly, causing ayana to whirl around in horror. for once, she is speechless, no vile words escaping her lips.

nothing.

“so instead of belittling my wife and your future queen, i’d advise you to show her the respect she deserves,” nanami says in a low, threatening voice. you’re shocked at his words, feeling his soft touch as he takes your hand to lead you out of the garden. not waiting for one of her snarky response.

turning back, you see tears filling ayana’s eyes as she remains frozen in place. seeing her like this brings a small, satisfied smile to your face. but as nanami guides you back into the castle, you notice gojo rushing out of the library towards ayana, her sobs echoing loudly.

you watch as gojo softly comforts her, his actions mirroring those he once showed you. you start to feel enraged at the sight, but your view is cut off as nanami turns a corner, and they disappear from sight.

why am I feeling this way?

[readychilledwine]

Headcanons on taking each High Lord in their beast form?

I'm sweating.

✨️High Lord Monsterfucking Headcanons✨️

Warnings- monsterfucking, beast forms, primal instincts, breeding references, mentions of knotting, implied size kink just on subject matter alone, primal play, biting scratching, marking, mating marks, picture references from Bad Dragon, unrealistic smut, dr. jekyll and mr. hyde type situations

A/n - This one might get me in trouble. A lot of thought went into this. We're going with a partial shift situation. Ignore the colors of things. Think of them as whatever color you want then to be.

Please remember, not all kinks are for everyone. If this one isn't yours, there is plenty of smut on my masterlist 💕

Rhysand

Tamlin

I firmly believe Rhysand would have a primal play kink regardless of if he's in his beastform, but mentally prepare yourself for bruises, scratching, and biting

Rhysand is typically a gentle but passionate lover, his beast is not. His beast has one goal: breed.

You aren't going to walk for a while. That's the reality. Sorry.

When picking for Rhysand, I was kind of drawn to the idea that he wouldn't have an overly scary monster cock, but it's very thick and heavy

It's going to touch places science doesn't have a name for yet. Once you relax, it's nothing but pleasure

Tarquin

I decided with all the animals Tamlin's shifted form looks like, he gets to have a horse like cock

I feel like sex in his beastform is something Tamlin is fan of.

Or at least, he'll shift part of himself to his beast form.

The interesting thing with Tamlin is he can shift his cock to whatever you'd desire. Fire drake, tentacle, normal but enhanced girth. Whatever you need to feel good, Tamlin will provide

He'd be down to shift his cock to every fantasy or based on your mood as well

What I'm getting at is sex with Tamlin is rarely not in some form of a beast form.

I am a firm believer in the form we've been told about not being Tam's true beastform, though.

I imagine sex with him in that form is delightfully dangerous for those of you who want to live on the edge.

Neck held between his teeth, plants holding you exactly where his beast wants you. I don't see Tamlin's beast being gentle in any way, shape, or form.

I firmly believe Tamlin isn't really all that into the idea of kids at the moment, and I think due to how often Tamlin shifts, he has control over that side of him and it's aware. So. No breeding kink here.

Helion

I almost went with Tarquin's beast form being a kraken. I landed on a leviathan instead. This was a missed tentacle opportunity. Sorry.

I couldn't help but to think "coral" with the texture of this, and that made me go "Tarquin"

I imagine Tarquin as a gentle and giving lover, regardless of form.

You'll still get primal play, but imagine deep growls of satisfaction versus dominance.

Tarquin is going to leave you covered in love marks and reminders when he is in this form.

Tarquin is all about breeding. His beast is going to pump you full and keep you full until it decides otherwise

Beron

Yea, I gave him a slightly scary one.

It's because I feel like Helion would find the idea of knotting delicious, but more easing into it instead hurting you.

Helion in his fae form is adventurous, but I think his beast is more straight to it. Hard, rough, and demanding.

The male knocked up Lady Autumn on accident. You'll be on purpose. He's knotting you and forcing you to lay there, exhausted, overstimulated, and whimpering until his knot deflates.

He will shift back after that and give you the best aftercare.

Helion has bit your neck and forever marked you as his. When his beast sees that mark, it's almost as if he purrs while he's affectionately licking what is his

Thesan

I feel like Beron in his fae and beast form is a flip of a coin. If you're obedient and submissive, he's a generous lover. If you're not, well, expect to just be his playtoy.

Which, don't get me wrong, if you're into used and abused, let me introduce you to the High Lord of Autumn

Beron's beast form is straight up feral. Snarling, growling, biting, scratching. I'd recommend visiting a healer for a good healing Potion.

Beron clearly has a breeding kink. His beast form is no exception.

You need to be prepared to spend hours cockwarming his beast because he's not going to let you move for a while. That seed is too precious to waste.

His beast form cock is intimidating. Mainly due to the head.

Lots of prep going into him taking you like this. He may be cruel, but he has no interest in damaging his favorite part of you.

I'll be honest, I don't see Thesan as the type to enjoy monsterfucking.

I see Thesan as a sweet bottom starfish who just wants to relax and have someone else do the work.

You can ride, maybe? How ambitious are you? Very? That's good. This dick tapers

You think it will be easy the first time since the tip and top of his shaft are slimmer. Hit the middle and get back to me

I loved the idea of his cock having bumps along the sides. Extra stimulation for you, and in my mind, extra sensitive for him.

I don't even really see Thesan as a power bottom. People normally like the opposite roles they present to the public during sex. I feel Thesan, even in his beast form, feels that way as well.

He's more than happy to lie back, watching you please yourself using him, watching you take things your pace.

Kallias

Don't sleep on this male. I keep tell you all.

Knotting. Knotting. Knitting.

All the time. Expect it when you are enjoying his beast.

He got Viv pregnant fast for a reason, so I hope you like Littles.

I wanted something smooth for Kal with the logic that their beast forms are supposed to be the physical representations of their powers. Smooth and cool like ice is what I was picturing, and this fit the bill

Still slightly ridged for your pleasure, but mostly a smooth ride to absolute bliss.

I imagine Kal can play with his body temperature. Making this colder at will for some interesting temperature play

I do see him as valuing intimacy and romance more than pleasure. With who he is at his core, I imagine his beast is about foreplay and aftercare.

There's a misconception that gentle sex is boring (thanks porn) and Kal is proof that is wrong. Very very wrong.

Yes, he will growl, bite you if asked, and run his claws down your back, but those harsher touches are followed by his snoot buried in your neck and hair, his tongue flicking a sensitive area of your choice, and purring. Comforting purring.

Kal's slow when he has you take his knot. He works it in inch by tantalizing inch until you are drooling below him.

That's his favorite sight in the world. You in a state of total Euphoria.

Tag List not attached to respect that this isn't everyone's cup of tea 💕

[velvet-paradox]

Pornstar!König preview

"Hullo?" Your tired voice asked, flinging your other hand over your eyes. There was some shuffling and ruffling sounds, someone was shouting in the background and Rhiannon by Fleetwood Mac could be faintly heard through the chaos.

"This better be fucking important."

"Y/N! Oh thank fuck, I need a favor." It was Tammy, your agent sounding frantic as she cursed at someone nearby.

"Now?"

"Yes now! The new girl must've been nervous as shit to film because she showed up fucking trashed, we can't use her." Tammy huffed into the phone. "We're losing time and money!"

"What's that got to do with me, Tam?"

"An I.O.U. I swear I'll make it up to you if you can get your ass up and ready to film. I can get you a car in ten minutes." Tammy was good people, always put you first even if her brash tone and stony glare had others hightailing it out of her office. Sometimes they were crying; men and women.

"Who's shoot is it?" You asked with a huff as you sadly came to the conclusion that you were not going back to bed at 2:45AM. It was a Wednesday night for fucks sake!

"The Colonel." Tammy's voice flinched.

"Seriously?"

"Come on please Y/N, be sweet for me ok? I'll do your laundry for a week… no a month! Dry cleaning too, you name it you got it. Plus," you could hear the click of a lighter followed by a deep inhale, no doubt another cigarette burning between her chapped but painted lips. "I'll even give you a "$300 advance."

"You do know we're not on speaking terms, right?"

Tammy snorted. "What? Since when?"

"Since Going Down in the Valley! He really gave me an earful on how I should've done better and stretched my jaw before coming to set. So I told him in not so many words that I'm not one of his little soldiers that he can boss around. He didn't like that too much."

You said with a sigh, remembering the stern look he gave down his nose, over his entire head covering. His crossed over massive arms and tilted his head with a click of his teeth. He really didn't like it when you mirrored his posture.

"We'll figure it out when you get here, yeah? For me please, Y/N? You know your my best girl and honestly you're really the only one who can thoroughly handle him." Tammy swindled her way into your veins and answer.

It was tempting. A little too tempting as you weighed your options.

Rent was due, the fridge was a little lacking, you needed gas… She practically squealed with delight as you agreed to the offer, hanging up the phone to take a quick shower and grab your to-go bag before the car arrived.

….

Once on the set, or what was today's mansion and master bedroom of choice, Tammy had rushed up to you with a make-up bag and a flash-in-the-pan hug. She thrusted the two page script to your chest. After curling your lashes and sweeping on some gloss, you slipped into the slinky dress as you went over the obscure dialogue. It was something different.

Something soft and sweet. A couples anniversary, some heavy petting on the ride home, taunts of playfulness. Intrigue. Lust.

Not the rough stuff you were used to when it came to shooting with the Colonel.

Your strappy heels clicked along the freshly polished floors, boom mics and camera men moved around you like puffs of smoke, Tammy who was indeed smoking was frustrated with the lighting.

You paused when you saw him.

König was dressed in a nice and well tailored suit, the jacket held his bulky arms tightly, the button down was checkered and stretched to the very last thread. He looked good. Even though you were giving him the silent treatment as of late, you could appreciate fine art when you saw it.

Your body thrummed when König adjusted his signature face covering hood, messing with the hem before he turned around and saw you for the first time.

You opened your mouth to say something when the bigger, much bigger man spoke.

"Oh no. No no. Nein nein nein!" The Colonel threw up his hands and headed for the master bedroom door.

"Colonel, wait." Tammy shouted, tossing her cigarette into the sink with sizzle, chasing after him and touching his forearm.

"I am not doing a scene with her again." He stated and pointed down at the feather haired agent, he did give you another look though before tearing his arm out of her grip. "Not until she apologizes."

"Well nice to see you too, sir." You snorted and leaned against the built in vanity, fluffing your hair a bit more, fixing your necklace.

"Watch it!"

Tammy put her hands up between the pair of you, the frames of her glasses slipping down the slope of her button nose. You looked up at your co-star, with a head tilt of your own.

"Come on you two, what happened to your chemistry? You guys made us all fucking rich when we shot Tits For That! Can't you put whatever the hell you've got goin' on on the back burner to make some dough?" Tammy made the money gesture with her two fingers in your face. "Who doesn't like money? Think of how much fun we had shooting Bunker Bunny 7!"

"I refuse to work with such a petulant little brat like Velveteen." He huffed, the mask billowing slightly. "You're mature enough to get railed on film but not apologize? Make sense, bitte!"

"Oh, here we go." You sighed and rolled your eyes, truly one of the only things König couldn't stomach unless he was fucking the brat or sass out of someone.

"Can't you two please be adults?"

"So I gagged a little too hard, big deal?! You have women choking on that thing twice a week but oh no, I do it once and make it sloppy and suddenly I'm the only one being scolded." You snarked, a few of the crew members made a noise and moved out of view. König scoffed and Tammy put her head in her hands, thumbs going to ease the headache you two were throwing at her.

"I did not scold you. I tried to help you and you then spat on my boots remember? Real mature."

"Too bad."

"Children! Please, we're not getting any younger and we're losing time here. Can you both please just try and get along so we can get this done and go home."

"I was at home, remember?" You made a face and then apologized to Tam, it wasn't her fault.

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