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[ part two of a new series called: ‘giving new meaning to bts moments by adding yn’… (really bad name lmao) - feel free to request your own! ]

LOOKS SO REFRESHED.

friends with benefits is hard, but when he’s an international superstar... it’s much harder. so while you love his friends to death, spending the night holed up in his hotel room just sounds a lot more fun than a dinner party. // explicit. 3.4k words

warnings: cursing, dirty talk, oral sex (f. receiving), hickeys, fingering, yoongi has a lot of feelings... anal play, nipple play, biting, anal sex, this really turned out angstier than i intended lmao.

Yoongi is exiting the bathroom when you're entering his hotel room. Plush towel hanging low on his hips, dark hair appearing even darker from the water that drips from it. His lips stretch into a smile as he watches you make your way toward him. Amazed with how effortlessly beautiful you looked all the time.

A thin-strapped tank top covering your chest and stomach, stopping directly about your belly button. If he focused hard enough, he could see the tiny peaks of your nipples through the fabric. You've squeezed into a pair of bike shorts that do a great job n highlighting the gentle curve of your waist, the roundness of your hips.

He's nearly drooling over the sight of you as you make your way closer to his slim frame in the threshold, a soft hand landing on his bare chest. Yoongi reaches down to steady his palm on the small of your back while you lean into him, plush lips pressing against his.

“Hey, baby.” You're mumbling as you pull back, the tip of your finger tracing patterns over the skin of his peck.

His lips shift into a lazy smile, “Hi,” Voice sounding a bit dazed, drunk off the brief taste of your lips. A hand inching down toward the curve of your ass, giving the flesh a firm squeeze all while pulling your body tighter against his. “Are you gonna wear that out tonight?” Very unlikely he'd make it through an entire dinner with you beside him looking like that.

You're shaking your head, arms lifting to wrap around his neck. Chest paired against his. “Nope, I bought something when I went out with Jin,” He's nodding, barely taking in your words, his focus shifting to the push against his chest. And it becomes obvious with the way his lips curve into a dopey grin.

“I can feel your nipples through your shirt,” Yoongi says through a laugh, his hand reaching up to pinch it through the fabric. “Yoongi!” You say with a laugh, swatting his hand away from your body before wiggling out of his grip, crossing the room to flop down on the bed.

He's following behind you, fingers carding through his hair as one hand holds the edge of his towel up on his hips. “What else did you do today?” He asks while rummaging through his suitcase, picking out a pair of briefs that he slides on underneath his towel, letting it pool around his feet as he adjusts the band on his hips.

Yoongi nods along with the words you're saying as he pulls a hoodie from his luggage, shrugging it on before he's pulling a pair of dark jeans over his leg. “And then what happened?” He asks as he makes his way over to you, fists pinned on either side of your legs to lean down toward you.

The extremely hilarious story you were in the middle of telling him seems to become obsolete the moment you're being hit with the aroma of his cologne, pretty dark eyes boring into yours. His lips a pretty plush pink, looking enticingly soft. He must've noticed where your attention has gone, mouth shifting into a smirk. “Was that the end?” He laughs, brow arching as he urges you to continue.

“Mhm. That was it,” You're joining in on the laughter, hands lifting to rest on either side of his face. It's easy to pull him down toward you, mouth quickly molding with his.

He tastes heavily of mint, tongue pushing its way past your lips as he lifts his body onto the mattress. With a hand resting on your hip, he's laying your body back on the sheets. Your eyes flutter shut, fingers moving to knit in his damp hair. Kissing him was away so intoxicating, you could feel your head spinning even as he pulled back.

Smiling down at you with such adoration and appreciation in his eyes, Yoongi's lifting a hand to push the stray hairs out of your face before he's leaning in for another kiss. His hands slide down your waist, thumbs rubbing into your hip bones as he slots himself between your legs.

The sudden drag of his teeth on your lower lip has a moan emitting from the back of your throat, teeth clashing as the kiss grows sloppier, more desperate. He's reached around to palm at your ass, free hand trailing back up your body until he's able to grip the top of your tank top. With one swift movement, he's tugging it out of the way, heavy breasts spilling over the fabric.

“Fuck,” He grunts, mouth falling from yours to steal a peek at the newly exposed skin. His middle finger lifts, tongue quickly swiping over the digit before he's rubbing it into the hardening bud. Yoongi feels the way his jeans stiffen from the soft you're letting out, head tilted back slightly to expose the length of your neck.

And he's diving in without a second of hesitation, lips latching onto the clammy skin, tongue, and teeth determined to leave a mark. Soft whines fill the room, he's rolling your nipple between his knuckles, cock pressed firmly against your thigh. You can feel the pound of your heart between your legs and it comes with an unmistakable wave of arousal.

Teeth nipping from your jaw to your chest, stopping only to allow his mouth to take the place of his knuckles. His teeth gently tug at the skin, mouth shifting into a grin when you're whimpering at the feeling. Heat spreading throughout your body, thighs tightening around his torso – effectively pulling his body closer to yours. You wanted him. Like always.

He's pulling back after a moment, boob bouncing slightly as he releases it. Yoongi's body shifts above you, arms pinned on either side of your head so he's able to hold himself up. Taking a moment to admire the features of your face, the glint in your eyes. Love was a strong word, but it felt like the only logical way to describe how he was feeling now.

You're shooting him an odd look, nose scrunched slightly and brows furrowed. The palms of your hands fall from his hair, gliding down to rest over the sides of his neck. “Why are you looking at me like that?” You say through a laugh to hide your concern.

It was not at all like Yoongi to stop what he was doing (especially if it involved taking your clothes off) to just look. And the way he was looking at you. As if he was moments from professing his love, that was unlike Yoongi in so many ways.

An easy smile spreads across his lips, lowering his body so that he's holding up his weight on his elbows. You're still caged underneath him and you like it that way, accepting the kiss that he places on your lips. “I miss you,” He mumbles, not bothering to pull back from your mouth.

You missed him too. Just like you always did when he was swamped or too busy to call you up. Something that he always tried to make up for whenever he had the chance, but that didn't take away from the fact that you did miss him. You had to share him with the entire world and sometimes it felt a little unfair.

But, he was doing what he loved. And no matter how stressful and time-consuming it may be, he insisted that he was enjoying himself. So who were you to rain on that parade? Whining about missing him wouldn't change a thing. “I'm right here, silly.” Laughing it off and enjoying the smile that pushes on to his features.

“You are,” He agrees with a quick nod, leaning down to cover your mouth with his again.

A much slower kiss that screams what he did not say before. His fingers in your hair holding your face to his. Your arms reach to cross behind his neck, pulling him down until he's laying flat against you. Not an inch of space left. His tongue teases the opening of your lips until your jaw is falling slack allowing his tongue to twist with yours.

He loved you. And it was insane because he knew he wasn't supposed to. This wasn't what casual was, no feelings, just two people having a good time. He had broken every single rule he had set in order to spare your feelings. Didn't want to stick you with that feeling of longing that came with being with someone always on the go, but that's exactly what he did.

It's worse because he could end it, he knew that he should but he was so stupidly in love with you that he couldn't bring himself to do it. Hell, even his friends loved you! When the lines between just hooking up and falling in love started to blur, he had no idea. It came all at once, one night when you were too tired to do anything. So, you just sat around and talked, he listened to you laugh and then went on to do things to hear it again. Gone after that.

And there was no way back.

“Should we skip tonight?” He's already working his hoodie over his head before you can get your answer out. Which is, yes, of course. While you loved his friends, spending the night rolling around the sheets with him seemed a lot more appealing. He's reaching over to grab his phone from the nightstand, typing out a quick message to Joon before he's setting it back down.

Not another moment is wasted as his hands curl into the waist of your shorts, tugging them off and tossing them out of the way. You're moving up toward the headboard, legs spreading wider for him. He's dropping down to lay on his stomach, arms looping around your thighs and easily setting them over his shoulders.

His eyes are zeroing on the wet patch staining your panties, the corner of his lips twitching into a smirk. “Making a mess already,” He's mumbling out before he's leaning down, tongue flattening over your slit through the fabric.

Lips latching on to where he suspects your clit to be, he's instantly filling the room with the loud suction of his lips. Fingers clutching his hair as his tongue pushes out to lap at your skin through your panties, the soft whines you're letting out going straight to his dick. “So sweet,” He groans as he pulls back, tongue jutting out to lick the bit of your juices from his lips.

“More,” You're breathless, a dull ache starting in the pit of your stomach and he's hardly done much. He's flashing his upper row of teeth as he chuckles, fingers hooking into the thin band of your underwear before he's dragging them down your legs. Placing a line of wet kisses into your inner thighs.

With the grip you've got in his hair, you're attempting to pull him toward your dripping pussy. Which earns you a firm bite into your skin, tongue swiping across the forming mark. The slight sting of pain mixes deliciously with pleasure his tongue brings, you can't help but moan. Fingers tightening in his hair.

“Be patient,” Despite his words, he's moving to press wet kisses along your slit. His hand lifts to lay flat on your thigh, keeping your legs from closing as he drags his tongue toward your clit. He's sucking it into his mouth, lips pursing as he slurps loudly. He's making a messy, spit dribbling from his tongue and sliding down your folds.

Urged by the sweet sounds that you make, your fingers tugging at his hair and hips rolling, effectively grinding your pussy on his tongue. Yoongi pulls back with a loud smack, eyes focused on the wetness dripping down toward your ass.

He grins. “What a pretty fucking pussy.” Making a show of licking your taste from his lips. “Should I fuck you with my tongue, baby?” Dark eyes lift to take in the look on your face. The flush of your cheeks, eyes hooded as you try to focus on him. His gaze drops to your fingers that work at twisting your nipples into a peak. Cock hardening at the sight.

There's a mischievous glint in his eyes and it makes your core tighten in anticipation. “Or...” Middle finger lifting and pushing past your walls without an ounce of hesitation. Slipping in to the knuckle, his eyes focused on you as he curls it up, mimicking the 'come here' motion.

“Both, both. Please, do both.” You were always so greedy when it came to him. He's obsessed with the way you whine but still pulls his finger from inside of you. “But then...” The digit is wet with your arousal and he uses it as a lubricant on your asshole, slowly pushing his way through. “What about this hole?”

He's pushing his way past the tight ring, a glob of spit falling from his lips and landing directly on the hole. “Yoongi, fuck.” You're gasping. A soft chuckle leaves his lips as he leans forward, tongue pushing his way past your folds. Slowly, he's pushing past your entrance, finger loosening the grip around his finger.

You're letting out a soft gasp at the feeling of him pushing a second finger past your tightness. Holding his fingers firm against your ass, tongue fucking deep into you. Your feet slide against the sheets, wanton moans falling from your lip. Yoongi licks into you like a man starved, groaning against your core while pumping his fingers. Your feet drag over the sheets, toes curling as the pleasure washes over you.

The tip of his nose is smushed against your clit, nudging against it with every swipe of his tongue, applying just the right amount of stimulation to have the tingle growing in the pit of your stomach. Hips lifting as you're letting out a desperate cry of his name. Your orgasm is quick and it startles you, thighs shaking and back arching.

He feels the new tightness around his tongue, the gush of arousal that hits his taste buds. It has his cock twitching, moments from blowing his load despite the fact that he's hasn't even fucked you yet. Eating you out always had that effect on him, though. Enjoyed it so much he would be satisfied if that was all you wanted him to do.

Although, it never was. He can tell by the way you look at him when his head lifts from between your legs. Dark eyes taking in your fucked out expression as he sucks the taste of you off his lips. He looks so hot over you. Hair disheveled, your cum dripping from his lips and chin, nose glistening with your wetness.

“Fuck me,” You're whining, legs spreading in hopes of enticing him. He doesn't need much convincing, though, moving quickly to shove his jeans out of the way taking them along with his boxers. His body fits nicely between your legs, thighs pressed on either side of his hips.

He brushes the head of his cock against your over your entrance, and your legs lift to hook around his back. You're about to push him into you when he's being reminded of something. “Wait, wait.” The pout on your face makes him laugh. “You're ovulating,”

The fact that he has your menstrual cycle memorized teeters on the edge of endearing and terrifying. But you're too horny to think that deep into it, especially because you know he had given his last condom away to Hoseok the night before. “It'll be fine,” You say, but he's not the slightest bit convinced.

Birth control was never your forte and he was in no position to gamble with the whole pull-out method. “How about..” His hand wraps around his length, cock dragging from your pussy between your cheeks. Something you've only tried together once, but you've been eager to do it again. Just haven't said anything to him about it.

“Okay,” You're agreeing instantly, earning a surprise raise of the brow from Yoongi. He watches as you turn on to your knees, cheek pressed against the sheets. “Fuck. Stay just like that,” Sliding off the bed, he moves to rummage through his suitcase, plucking out a small tube of lube.

Your hands are stretched behind you, palms on either side of your cheeks to spread them slightly. He takes his time with making his way back over to you, taking in the way you look spread out and ready for him. God, he loved you so much.

The bed dips as he moves himself to kneel behind you, cock wet with lube which he spreads over your puckered hole. He takes his time pushing forward, watching the way his length disappears inside of you. Fists tightening in the sheets as a drawn-out moan leaves your lips.

You're squeezed around him much tighter than usual and it takes a few experimental thrusts before he's slipping into a comfortable pace. Hands gripping your hips as you push back into him, ass jiggling with each collide of skin. You're whining and hissing, breathy curses falling filling the air. He won't last long, had already been on the brink of it with his face between your legs.

“You're so fucking... tight, shit. I'm gonna cum,” Yoongi reaches around you, fingers dipping into your pussy. The palm of his hand presses against your clit as he pumps in and out of you. He's losing it the moment your walls are tightening around his fingers, hips pounding into you so hard your body is crashing down onto the mattress.

He's settling into a slow roll, allowing you to feel every inch of his cock as he drags it in and out. “Fuck,” He's groaning, stomach caving as cum spurts from the tip and filling you up. The first few hot strings of cum are what pushes you over, paired with the steady pound of the heel of his palm on your clit.

Your body shakes as you cum, hips rolling back into him. He fucks you shallowly through it, ignoring the sensitivity that vibrates through his cock. Instead, he focuses on the desperate whines, until your body is going limp beneath him. Heavy breaths shaking your back. He pulls back slowly, grinning at the way your hole squeezes around him as if protesting the emptiness.

“We have to do that more,” You're panting, feeling the trickle of cum that rolls down your thigh. His eyes follow it, nodding in agreement as he flops down on the mattress. The pounding in his heart is ten times worse than before and the way you curl up into his side doesn't help. An arm wrapped around his torso and cheek resting on his chest.

He watches the way your features soften, fingers tracing random lines into his side. Your soft breath hits his skin and your blinks start to slow. Fatigue washing over you and him too, but he can't seem to look away from you. Allowing his mind to wander to what it would be like if you were together and he could tell you all the things that were constantly bouncing around in his mind.

His hand lifts, fingers pushing a few stray hands of hair out of your face. He's two seconds from leaning down to press a kiss to your forehead when his name is being called loudly from the other side of the door, followed by a firm knock. It pulls you from whatever half-sleep that you were in, eyes squinting in the direction of the sound.

It's Hoseok. And from the use of his stage name, it's safe to assume they're probably filming too. He shushes you as he stands, finding his boxers in the mess of clothes. You watch sleepily as he makes his way to the door, cute butt poking out as he walks. The encounter is brief before he's sitting on the bed beside you.

He looks so cute, hair sticking up all over the place, cheeks flushed as he leans over the takeout, mixing it up before he's holding out a bite to you. You're leaning forward, allowing him to push the food into your mouth. Laughing along with him at the pieces that you miss. It's so comfortable. And nice.

You can't help but wonder what it would be like if everything wasn't this complicated. If you could just be together and talk to each other. Enjoy each other. If only it were that easy.

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fangirl-everythang · 3 years

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Mirrors C.T.H

Summary: Calum and Y/n's schedules haven't lined up in a while. When they finally do, Calum decides to try a reflective persuasion if you will.

Warnings: Daddy Kink, Swearing, Spit, Slapping( well maybe one), Just lots of smut.

Word Count: 2691

A/N: This was inspired by @ContentCalum on Instagram. 10/10 recommend for short blurbs. (ALSO posted on Wattpad)

Can't wait to see you, princess, xxx.

That was the last text I got from Calum after he told me he was coming home. Today was my day off so I spent the day doing some housework. The four of them really do a number when they're together. Recently our schedules haven't been matching and I rarely see him. Just brief periods between my early work schedule and his unpredictable night/ whenever the fuck Michael wakes up studio times haven't left us much time together.

While that's in the oven I can shower. Deciding against pajamas I just grab one of Calums shirts because it smells just like him. Usually, I wouldn't wear a bra but a bralette won't hurt. With the hot steam rolling down the sides of the shower, I let the water hit my sore muscles. Work has been overly stressful. Between this new launch and creating a new marketing scheme, you would think we were planning the Met Gala. Putting those thoughts work thoughts aside, lathering and scrubbing every area of my body that has seen this house today. Afterward gotta lotion up because ashyness is not an option, sliding on the matching lace panties and Calums shirt that comes down to my mid-thigh.

Going back downstairs to turn the oven off I get started on the sides. Cauliflower mac and cheese isn't as bad as it seems, hopefully. "Duke do you think your daddy will notice?" He looks at me with those cute eyes, not a care in the world, guess not. The sound of the door opening has Duke happily barking and running away from me. Following not too far behind our fury son I see Calum kneel next to Duke.

"Hey Bud, did you miss me?" he asks playfully petting the sweet creature. He cuddles into Calum further when he looks up at me, "Hi princess."

"You know I think it's unfair when you ask Duke does he miss you when I'm standing right here." I grin. He stands up grabbing my waist "Well I know you missed me love." he smiles.

"Did I? You're kind of annoying." He gasps playfully holding his heart. Leaning my head back I reach up to kiss him. He takes his time bringing his lips to mine so I put my hands on his cheek and bring him closer. His soft lips against mine send me into a frenzy. God, I've missed him like crazy. Parting all too soon he leans his forehead on mine. "I love you." he rasps.

"I love you too bub." I grin going back into the kitchen. "Did you want to eat first or?" I ask looking at him questioningly.

"It's 4 pm Y/n." he chuckles. Well, we can eat later then, he concludes.

"Well, it's our first time together in forever, what now?" He has a smirk on his face and reaches for my wrist. "What is it Cal?" he walks away and up the stairs leaving me to follow him. I should turn the oven off. Glancing over to Duke he's in his little bed laying down. Being so cute I had to take a picture...or three. Taking my time up the stairs to admire the pictures of the cute doggo, "Cal look at these pictures of Du-What are you doing?" He continues to play with the reflective furniture.

"Do you know how good you look in the mirror? I couldn't stop thinking about all the dirty pictures you sent me," He stares at me through the mirror. "You're lucky I wasn't here babygirl." My cheeks flush as he pushes me closer to see our reflections dancing in the mirror with a tight hold on my hips.

"You're my distraction," he whispers as he slowly begins sucking underneath my ear, leaving kisses down my neck. My heart rate increases as his tongue touches a sensitive spot, shivers running down my spine. "As much as I want to tell you how beautiful you are, well you've been a bad girl hmm?" His hand lightly trails across my neck, his eye contact never leaving as he snakes his other hand towards my front over my clothed womanhood. "Answer me." His grip becoming more firm on my neck.

"Yes daddy." he hums in approval as he lifts his shirt above his head exposing his tan torso. "Look at how sexy you are baby." but he didn't seem satisfied when my eyes stay glued to the ground. He could have any girl he wanted and yet he chose me. I'm not skinny whatsoever. I have more tits than ass and rolls for days. The stretchmarks that litter my body don't bother me but most aspects of everything else does. His hand reaches for my hair in a tight fist forcing me to look up at our reflection, my core aching at the sudden pull. "I'm speaking to you." he says very sternly, "I guess I'll just have to make you listen."

Stripping himself of his pants and sitting on the edge of the bed right in front of the mirror he opens his legs and pats me over. "Sit." I obey him, anticipation building in my core. His hands roam my body freely lingering wherever they please. He begins attacking my neck slowly dragging his finger across my thigh "Look at you, acting like a good girl hmm?" he moves the cotton fabric up to my waist giving him a view of my panties from the mirror "'gonna be good for daddy?"

I nod silently, he shakes his head in a disapproving manner. "Use your words Love."

"I'll be good for you daddy." he hums in approval, spreading my legs apart. He traces his finger along the outskirts of my panties, my hips thrusting lightly "excited now are we?" he smirks looking at the wet spot through the mirror. Calum slides the thin material to the side, lightly grazing my clit. My eyes momentarily closing at the brief touch before his other calloused hand reaches up, grabbing my jaw, forcing me to to look up. "You're going to watch as I tease your cunt. You're going to cum on my fingers, then you'll watch as I devour your pussy. Close your eyes even once and I'll force another out of you. Got it?" He has a fire blazing behind his golden-brown orbs.

"Yes sir." nodding along as his fingers begin tapping on my clit. "Good girl," he whispers before dipping his middle finger into my sex, the digit easily slipping in. "Nuh that way." he reminds me once more to look up into the mirror. The glass allowing me to see everything at once, the way he looks at me hungrily, his slender finger shining with my arousal. I can see his other hand going to reach for my breast before I feel it, the mere fact causing a moan to leave my lips.

"Awwwe you like watching yourself being played with huh?" he maintains eye contact with me through the mirror, as he adds another finger into my throbbing hole. His length pressing into my back, hardening with every sound from my mouth. "Rub your clit y/n."

My hand following his orders adding more sensation to my building orgasm. The scene before me so pleasingly intimate and erotic. "Cal I'm goin-" My back arching into him as my orgasm takes complete control of my body, his eyes on me every step of the way.

He brings his fingers to my lips, allowing me to taste myself, whimpering himself when I take his fingers into my mouth, sucking them as if they were his member. I release them, clean, turning to face him. "I thought I told you-" I lean forward straddling his waist, kissing him roughly. "I know but I want to please you too Cal." Before he can respond I gently slip off the bed, face to groin. I pull down his boxers just enough to release his straining cock, gently stroking it in my palm. "Let me take care of you," I smile at him, pressing a kiss to the side of his shaft "Please daddy." He groans, swiping his thumb over my lip and nodding. We've been apart far too long, aching to taste him once more.

I lick his shaft, tasting his pre-cum on my tongue, he lets out a sigh of relief, embedding his hand through my hair. "Mhmmm just like that princess." He moans as I take most of him in my mouth, cupping his balls and pressing my forefinger lightly on the skin between the two. The feeling of him in my mouth forces my mind to wonder about him being inside of me, stretching me in the best of ways, a moan finds its way out from my throat around Calum causing his hips to thrust more. I clench my thighs together to provide some friction for my thoughts, I reach my hand between my legs relieving myself from all the arousal. "Get up." he demands, seeming almost angry. Not wanting to question him I rise confused by the sudden change of tone, knowing better than to say anything.

He removes any fabric left covering my body aggressively, not saying a word. Pushing me back till my knees cave against the bed causing me to fall back onto our shared mattress. He places himself between my legs, rubbing his length along my core painfully slow. "Please, I need you Cal." He continues gazing at me through his lust filled orbs, desire seeping from his pores. He pushes his tip in and then taking it out, the feeling gone as soon as it had appeared. A whine erupted from my lips, he chuckled to himself. "Remind me again y/n," he states in a hushed tone, "Are you to touch yourself without my permission?" He looks at me, his finger dancing over my sensitive nub but neglecting it furthermore. Accepting my silence for an answer, "And yet you did." His head dips down encapsulating my nipple in his mouth, a breathy moan leaving my lips as his hands roam my body freely. My hips thrusting trying to create some- any friction. "Cal I won't do it ever again, just please- please fuck me daddy. " A stinging on my cheek causing a gasp to leave my lips, surprised by this side of Calum. Still shocked, he places his hand firmly on my cheek pushing my face into the mattress. The only thing in view is the mirror with his gorgeously tanned tattooed body on top of mine, hand still placed on my face. He leans in dangerously close, moving a strand of hair aside slowly, his fingertip leaving the slightest touch before putting his hand back with the same pressure as before, "Now watch sweetheart." he darkly whispers.

Before I could question it his entire length thrust in me at once, a broken moan escaping me. With the side view, I can see him pounding into me, each thrust harder than the last. "Fuck- so wet hmmm, such a good whore." he moans, I nod under his hand clenching walls around him, tilting my pelvis to meet his. He removes his hand from my face to apply pressure to my clit, hitting a particularly blissful combination. "Fuck Cal right there!" I scream as the bedrocks underneath our sweaty bodies. He slows his movements savoring the view before him, his good girl-now fucking onto him, desperate for release. Her hair frizzy, eyes fluttering from excessive pleasure, he never wanted it to end. "I love you y/n."

"I love you too Calum." I reach up grabbing his neck to pull him back to me, our lips meeting once more passionately while he thrust into me again. He presses my body closer to his as my legs wrap around him for dear life, my hands holding onto his as if he'd disappear. "Can I cum please?" He grunts, nodding his head in approval of my very much needed release. Unable to focus on anything but the eruption of pleasure from my core, repeating a slur of Calums name over and over again like it is the only thing I've ever known. His release following shortly after, the warmth of his seed filling me. His panting is my focal point upon return, watching as each breath falls from his swollen plump lips. I giggle moving some of his sweat-coated hair from his face, "Welcome home Mr.Hood." He smiles laughing at my gesture, "Quite the welcome it is Miss Y/L/N" He pulls my face forward once more placing a soft kiss to my lips, which is happily returned before he pulls me to the edge of the bed, still seemingly connected, placing me dead center in front of the mirror once more. Looking at him with a curious glance, he notions to the mirror as I watch his every move. He pulls his softening member from my core, a gasp leaving my lips due to the newfound vacancy.

His eyes never leaving mine as the smirk on his face grows, kneeling between my thighs. I lean up on my forearms to see both him and the reflection better, the handsome bassist looping his arms around my legs, keeping me in place. "Look how pretty baby." He says watching our fluids drip out of me, his tone of admiration never wavering. My hips jut back as he strokes over my clit, still hyper-sensitive from the orgasm just moments before. As I retract my pussy away from his devilish grin he rumbles a low growl, attaching his lips to my center, his wide hands gripping my hips with brisk strength-leaving prints in their path. His tongue lapping my hole over and over again. He replaces his mouth with his fingers, the scissoring motion driving me on edge once more. He leans over me, tapping on my lips to which I comply with his wishes, opening my mouth. He smiles before releasing the cum-mixed spit down my throat, swallowing our combined fluids moaning as he returns his mouth to my pussy. My wetness glistening all over his face as he continues to but himself in me. Seeing his back muscles contract in the mirror each time he moves, watching him devour me in the most sinful of ways. I can see it all, moans leaving my lips between my pleas for him to stop his assault but nonetheless, he persists until my legs are a quivering mess around his head. My bare breast rising with every sharp inhale, my back arching further into him, hoping to get away but he keeps me planted there in front of him.

"I need to- Cal can I-I- fuck please" The words barely able to leave my lips, he stares at me nodding but never removing himself from my core. My orgasm ripples through me, forcing my body to compromise, stiffening as I release on Calum's tongue. My hips riding his tongue exactly where I need him as my fingers grip at his hair, hearing him moan at the feeling sending an aftershock of vibrations through my center. An unholy slurping noise from Calum is the last thing to be heard as he joins me again on the bed, pulling me into him. His lips providing every emotion needed. "I missed you."

I laugh at his cute post-sex neediness, "I missed you too Cal." He pats my head, letting his hands rake through the mess of hair on top of my head as I trace over his feather tattoo. "Did I ever tell you how good you taste?" he murmurs, shrugging lightly to himself, "Fucking delicious." His hands lingering the curves of my body before he places two fingers on my clit. "No, no, no not again." I chuckle pushing him away as my body shudders from the sensation.

"Hmmm I suppose we'll have more time today." he rasps. "Indeed we will." I smile placing a kiss on his cheek. Let's just say the night was more than eventful, happy to be in each other presence again.

A/N:

WOW long time no see! I can't wait to get back into the flow of writing and now that the semester is over I have more time lol.

I hope you're all hanging in there alright!

xoxo-Janelle

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bimboized · 6 years

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The Woman Formula

I walk into the room and set up a small wooden stool. Across from it I set up a small video camera on a tripod. I flip it on and then sit on the stool facing the lens of the camera. My 6'2 frame filling up the frame as I nervously rub a large hand over my shaved head. Blue eyes looking right into the lens as I settle down on the chair as uncomfortable as it is. Nervously putting my hands in my lap of my shorts as I begin. The room feels warm, even though I am only in a simple t-shirt, shorts and sandals I clear my throat. "This is the first trial run of the formula I call, the woman factor. It costs a pretty penny, but if it lives up to expectations it will be worth it. As far as I know, this formula has never been tested on humans. It was stole...acquired from my many black market connections. I've been told it is from a now defunct black ops program of the U.S. military's chemical warfare division. Which has of course been officially denied. " *tugs at collar, beads of sweat on forehead, showing my anxiety, I wipe the beads from my forehead with the back of my hand and continue... "My sources have told me, that this antigen. is all that remains of the program. The program's goal was to make a pathogen that could be delivered to the enemy combatants, in their water supply, that would effectively make them docile and easy to manage. This would be done through a radical formula that would target, the male genome and switch them to their female counter. Turning all hostility and anger to peace and compliance. The main combatant would be ISIS and equivalent terrorist radicals. However, upon leakage of this revolutionary weapon to the press by a disgruntled female scientist. Congress balked upon ethical means, and put an end to the program. All research was soon ordered destroyed. All but the one I hold in my hand. I've already broken down it's elements. So, if this test is a success. I will be able to continue the work. Do to the potential danger of this formula, I will be testing this on myself. In case of my death or incapacity, my notes have been forwarded to my colleagues, to ensure the survival of this program. The sole purpose of this video is to showcase the effects of the potion, I admit trepidation but fortune favors the bold." Resolved I look at the camera again as I pull out a small vial, a strange pink formula swirls around within. I dramatically uncork it and hold it up for the camera, before bringing it too my lips and swallowing it in quick gulps, my head lulled back. That finish I lick the remainder from around my lips and gaze at my watch, then back to the camera. "According to the research, the potions effects should start to be felt, once absorption is fed through the stomach lining into the blood. That can take anywhere to ten to..15...." *groans as I hold my stomach, lurching forward, recovering I look at the camera in small pants. "It seems my calculations were off. I am feeling a strange tingling throughout my body, and my stomach is lurching...it seems to be intensifying and..." I squirm on the chair, head drenched in sweat, my hands roaming over my body as I try to refocus. "The tingling is intensifying, increasing..it..is quite *gasps pleasurable. This is the result of the potion hitting the pleasure centers of the brain, to quell the stress of the transformation....I " hands slip down to my hard bulge in my shorts "I am quite aroused as you can see. It's hard to control myself. Another effect...of the formula...I suspect" On the camera, already the effects can be seen, my once shaved head is sprouting brown hair, filling out the previous thin spots. The follicles growing in, and lengthening rapidly, tugging at my scalp I gasp again as I feel the weight of the sudden hair growth, strands falling into my view, as it flows past my shoulders. I run my hands through it. Noticing for the first time how different my hands look. In front of my eyes I watch the skin ripple. The hair follicles falling away, fingernails lengthen from the tips of my fingers. My fingers cramping as they shrink, becoming smaller, dainty. First the left, then the right. I flex my hands in awe of their new size and softness. My voice coming out in awe. "As you can see. The changes are commencing rapidly. All ready my hair growth is excessive, growing out in minutes what would take months or years. My hands... " holds them up to the camera "Are now of feminine size and shape. I feel the changes moving into my arms now..." I hug myself as I feel and watch the changes wash up my arms, the large arms, thinning, the muscles twitching as they slim down, the bones shifting as my arms shrink, the changes flowing up and into my shoulders. Theirs a loud crack, as bones shift. It doesn't hurt. In fact with each change the pleasure grows. My mind whirling as it is assaulted with new pleasures. I barely notice as the arm hair flakes away. My shirt hanging loose on my narrow shoulders as I seem to shrink in on myself. The sounds of bone and cartilage popping and shifting fills the camera, as I close my eyes for a moment trying to strengthen myself I breath in shallow rapid breathes, as the air is forced from my lungs from the sudden narrowing of my ribcage. My eyes flash open. As on camera, first the left, then the right switch from their original blue to a brown shade. I grit my teeth, as facial hair falls away in waves, splattering over my loose t-shirt below. I hear and feel the cartilage in my nose and ears, pop and shrink. My eyes watering, as the eye sockets grow larger, teeth moving in my narrowing jaw. I try to speak but my tongue feels numb. I my eyelids flutter rapidly, trying to refocus, to gain control. The eyelashes lengthening, thick and long, framing my large eyes. My brow itches, as my eyebrows thin, arching, beautifully sculpted and female. Cheekbones raise on my face, my nose, small with a cute slight upturn to it. I manage to regain focus, looking into the camera "The changes are...indeed...intensifying. It's like" I cough, as I swallow rapidly, throat muscles narrowing, as my voice box changes. The pointy peak melting away from my neck...flattening.... "nothing I've ever felt before..it feels so...good.... " I almost purr at that. my voice high and feminine. Causing me to pause in my narration. I gulp as my mind whirls, two small bangs breaking my reverie. I feel my shoes fall away from me, revealing the small petite feet within, the changes flowing up my legs now, the calves spasming, as the flesh thins, leg hair falling away beneath the baggy pants, My calves cramp as they swell with muscle, defining, tracing up my thighs, which fill out, my feet hanging above the ground as my legs shorten by inches I squirm on the seat of the stool, feeling the flesh beneath swell, the excess weight from my height loss, moving to my hips and ass. I feel the ass cheeks lift beneath me. A gasp escaping my lips as my pelvis cracks and reforms, pressing out my narrow hips. I bite my lip then speak "The changes now are in there final stages...Genitalia of yet haven't changed... my hand openly rubbing my hard on as I bring it in view. Not wanting to stop the pleasure and telling myself it is just to show the results. But there's a growing need in me, welcoming the show, encouraging it, spurring me on it wants more. I stifle that want and speak again "So...ugh...far..mental capacities seem to be intact...but I find my self control slipping...I...feel. God I feel..." Moaning with wanton abandon. I slip off my shirt and pants in a rapid mania. Sitting naked on the stool now. My back arching as on camera, my small pink nipples darken. The flesh crinkling as they harden, the areolas widening, as thousand of nerve ends grow and expand. I forget my manhood, both hands flying to the chest as I tug on the hard thumb size nipples. The flesh beneath swelling, press outwards. The feelings are ecstatic and I don't want them to end but I manage to speak, my mind barely registering what I am saying through the bliss. "Final....changes are....fuck...commencing...mammaries are growing... finding it hard...hard to think now..brain rewiring from flow of estrogen...Oh god" My petite hands rubbing the cones of flesh, feeling them press into my palms, as the tissue with in fills out, as if two balloons are filling with air. I feel the weight of the flesh, the tightness of the skin, as they expand, the cones round and lush, the flesh overwhelming my petite hands. I feel the jiggle of them, how high they sit on my chest, not yet affected by years of gravity. As in moments I grow breasts that would take a girl, years to develop. The massive watermelon size orbs are electric in sensation as I mead and fondle the soft tissue. A sudden pressure in my groin draws my attention their, as I try to look past my shelf of delicious tit flesh. Panting now I continue to narrate as if on autopilot. "Full development of titties...err breast has finished. Final changes in my cock...err male genitalia is commencing. My mind is wandering. I find it so hard to like...focus. linguistic skills seem to be effected. Was this part of the results intended?" As if on a mind of their own my hands slide down to my throbbing member as I openly stroke it, its rock hard and red, the sensitivity building in it with each stroke. It begins to shrink rapidly in my hands, a slit forming just below my testes as they begin to deflate. Like air out of a tire. I stroke faster now...my thighs twitching, the hair around my genitals long gone, leaving behind smooth skin, finally with a howl of joy and pleasure I explode, thick ribbons of cum surging onto my flat stomach, my organs gurgling beneath as they shift, waist sucking inwards, a soft sexy curve at the front of my stomach leading down to my changing manhood. My mind blanks, ribbons of ecstasy flowing across my brain, chemicals spiking, short circuiting it, rewiring. The orgasm seems to go on and on, the cum, thinning and clearing, a new smell mixing in with the juices, as with a resounding slurp, my testes, one after another, slide up an into me through the large slit. I feel them move and shift, framing on each side, of my fully developed womb. Forming the ovaries of my new female body. My penis now a slippery numb, slips from my fingers, as it slides up to the top of the slit, a flesh hood covering over it as it forms the clit of my new female sex. My fingers don't hesitate. I slip them into me. My fingers coated in my former male cum and new female juices, I bring them to my lips, my full pouty lips as I taste myself for the first time. My eyes widening in shock as I pull my hand from my lips with a noticeable pop sound. My new body is bathed in sweat, which gleams in the harsh lights of the room. Finally, through half open glazed eyes I speak. "Final...body...changes....are like done...That part of the...exper... thingy...is great. But, my mind is not my own. I feel these needs. These wants. my titties...and body feel so senst...sensit.....good. I can't control myself...I can't fight..it..I need..I need. " *hands trace over my chest and body, my eyes taking on a wanton needful look, as the previous me, is there. But not in control. "I... need a man!" Jumping up I knock over the camcorder, it falls facing me on the ground, watching my naked form walk away, oblivious of my nakedness, a sexy sway to my hips. Stopping at the door I turn to the camera with a wink and then I disappear from view the sounds of my giggling fading into the distance out of frame......Fade to black...

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cawcawpeasants · 7 years

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Hello, i hope you have a good day ! I read your post for really sad scenario and, sorry in advance for your poor heart, could you do, please, a scenario with Fuegoleon who have to accepts that Nozel is dead because he disappears in a mission two months ago ? And he comes back a little times after that in the house ? And act like if all was normal ? (I actually don't know if you're going to find it sad, but me yes, maybe because i'm hyper sensitive XD )

First of all: Q.Q

Second of all: Sorry for the long wait, real life kicked my ass.

Third of all:

It isalways difficult to adapt to changes. The extremer they are, the harder it isto uphold normality.

Sometimespeople start to take up to new habits to try to do so.

As forLeon, he started to stay up late, staring out into the night, counting thestars, hoping to find something new.

Also, hemade a habit out of lighting a few lamps on the outside before he heads to bed,making it easier to land at night.

Other thenthat he sucked up every kind of information, every rumour, every lead thatwould lead him to his goal.

Finding outwhat happened two months ago.

At first,it was all he could think of, driven by immense guilt and grief. He neglectedhis works, his looks, his life.

“How can Ineglect it, if my life was taken from me?” He’d answer to all who came to scoldhis behaviour.

He was seton finding it again

Finding himagain.

NozelSilva, his partner, his significant other, who disappeared 2 months ago withoutanybody knowing where he went. It was supposed to be a dungeon conquering mission,probably taking some time, eventually dangerous. Reports came back in steady rhythmsfrom the Captain, but suddenly nothing. All contact broke off and nobody couldfind any trace of them.

The publicthinks of him as dead. Deceased in the line of work.

At firstLeon fought them publicly, he believed in his lover’s strength and abilities.He couldn’t believe that people could ever think of something like that.

Then he startedto get anxious. Weeks went by without a word. Nozel disappeared into thin air,not even Julius was able to make him out. It was like his Mana left theKingdom, and all the others, too. He was still hoping for Nozel to come back,to just land at their home and be there.

He wastired and at the same time restless, he couldn’t fall asleep without thefamiliar body next to him. He couldn’t go about his days the same without thesnarky remarks, the little tiffs and spats, the intelligent eyes, the raresmiles.

He couldn’tstand human interaction at this point. He felt judged and pitied wherever hewent, so he relieved all personnel of their service for an undetermined amountof time.

A monthwent by, and books about eagles started to collect dust. He felt like he did,too, so he started to take up his work again.

Another weekpassed, and he started to collect the Silvas left behind clothes and storedthem, so they wouldn’t be eaten by moths.

Anotherweek, he was barely there at the meeting of the captains, where they discussedwho would take over the order of the silver eagles.

Anotherweek, and a proposal from the House of Silva came in, asking him if he wouldlike to help planning the former Heads funeral. If he would like to hold theobituary.

About twomonths had went by since all contact to Nozel Silva had vanished, and Leon wasadapting to his life without him. He wasn’t happy nor that hopeful, and he couldn’tleave the letter with the proposal left unanswered much longer. But still…

He wasstill going out to the roofs, looking out for a sign that Nozel would come back,like he did in his dreams. He was still lighting the lamps, so Nozel could safelyland when he would come home.

His heartstill hurt when he tried to fall asleep without him.

The peoplearound him were trying to talk him out of these new things, they wanted him tobe normal, like he was before. He understood their concern, but he couldn’t letgo entirely.

Well, atleast so he thought.

Anotherweek went by and he caught himself slipping. He neglected the lights and staredat the proposal longer. He was intently pondering about what to do, whatdecisions to make.

He did soright now.

He sighedand leaned back. His eyes were strained from reading the letter for what musthave been the 1000th time already. He knew every word by heard, butit did not lighten the weight of its message. His own family had given theirhopes up, and they wanted to move on already.

He wasn’t surehow long thy were going to wait for him to be likeminded, but he did know thathe would never forgive himself if he wouldn’t honour his beloved by beingpresent at his funeral.

This would be so much easier, if Nozel were hereto give me advice…

He blamed thesudden burning in his eyes on the strain. He had cried enough for a lifetime inthe last two months, especially given that he wasn’t build that close to thewater.

He took adeep breath.

It’s time to decide.

Over two months no signs, no messages…

But also, no bodies found

He could be alive, but isn’t it more likelythat he’s dead?

He would have come back to us… to me.

This will never come to a conclusion, will it?So, I should be so kind and offer his family, his knights, his kingdoms andeven myself an end to this painful hoping. They deserve their peace, as doeshe.

In the morning, I willanswer the Silvas.

He hadn’t realized,he’d fallen asleep in his office chair, so he was confused at the uncommonsurroundings when he woke up.

Than heremembered why he had woken up in the first place.

Theentrance door fell into the lock.

There wheresounds coming from the ground floor, and Leons heart started beating.

There stillwas no staff, he was the only living being in the building at the moment, Mereowas out in the woods still and Leo had to be at the order. It was long pastcurfew.

Well, asidefrom the worlds most stupid robber, it seems.

Who thinks of breaking into the house of acaptain while he’s still there? Do people really think of me as so vulnerableright now? Well, I will show them what happens when you wake a lion.

He silentlyfollowed the noise and found the source currently wreaking havoc in the kitchen.At least it sounded like that.

He took hisgrimoire out and started to look for an appropriately intimidating spell, thatwould not damage his furniture too much.

He thenentered the kitchen.

He was metwith a mess, ripped open packages, open drawers, a robbed fridge.

He made outa pair of legs in ripped clothing rummaging through the cupboard where theteacups were stored, upper body and head hidden behind the opened door. The burglarjust continued looking through his stuff without a care in the world.

Leon felt nerveson his forehead twitch in irritation.

‘You haveten seconds to explain your presence here. And also, what exactly are you doinghere right now?’ He all but yelled at the busy bee trying to fid somethingworthy to steal.

Themovements halted, then a head looked out behind the door.

It wasfamiliar, even though it lacked the usual hairstyle.

‘Well, asfar as I can remember, I live here, but that doesn’t seem to account foranything, because I also remember employing servants, but apparently none ofthem are here right now. Due to that I am making myself a sandwich and some tea,but I cannot find my favourite cup it seems. You wouldn’t remember seeing itanywhere, no?’

Leon juststared at him in shock.

Nozel wasthere, while he was supposed to be dead

And he’s looking for a teacup?!

Unable toreact appropriately to all the annoyance and confusion and happiness inside of him, he took a seat at the ruined kitchentable.

‘Leon, haveyou seen my cup now? Leon?’

He can’t be real. This is just my brain messingwith me because I can’t handle the fact that he’s dead.

He felt awarm hand on his shoulder. He looked up and was met with the concerned face ofhis dead Love. He grew a stubble.

‘Dear, areyou okay? You look awfully pale. Do you want me to call a doctor?’

This is my mind telling me I’m needing help,isn’t it?

He smiledat the familiar features and wanted to run a hand over them, wanting them to bereal, but he was afraid he would wake up from his sweet nightmare.

‘I havegone mad, I am afraid. Are you my consciousness?’

Nozel furrowedhis brows.

‘A doctorit is then. I shall go fetch one first thing in the morning, but right now youshould go to bed. Maybe you can sleep it off, whatever it is.’

‘You can’tsleep when you are already dreaming. You should know that, we share a brain.’

TheNozel-who-couldn’t-be-Nozel took a step back.

‘Or I’ll goget a doctor right now. But nice to know that I am an object of your dreams. ’

Nozel grabbedone of the things he called sandwiches and started to eat. Leon couldn’t believethis normal, well nearly normal, sight.

‘Of course,I have dreamed of you. For two months now, maybe more. Even before that, if I amhonest, but those were dreams of a different nature. The last dreams were allabout you being exactly like you are right now. Home, Alright, Uninjured andjust…not dead…I-‘

Leon’svoice broke and he felt tears well up. This was just cruel.

Nozel stoppedeating his monstrosity and looked up in confusion.

‘What do youmean I am dead?’

Fuegoleonlooked back at him, equally confused. Nozel went over to him, now slightlyirritated.

‘I asked,what do you mean, when you say that I am dead.’

‘Well, thatyou are dead. You disappeared two months ago while being on that Dungeonmission, and nobody could find any remains of you, nor a sign that you werealive. You were declared weeks ago. I- I was asked to hold a speech at your funeral.And now I am imagining you being here to deal with the fact that you are longgone.’

Nozelsshock and disbelief at his current official status was plain to see on hisface, but he also was hurt, seeing his partner at such a loss.

He softlycupped the Vermillions face.

‘So if I amdead-‘ he said while inching his face closer to Leons ‘-how come I can do this?’

And then hekissed him, showing him how much he missed him and just how very, very real hewas.

When he drewback to catch his breath he looked at Leons face. The latter hadn’t opened hiseyes yet, but Nozel could make out the tears caught in the eyelashes, and hehad the urge to kiss them away.

So he did.

The administrationson his face filled Leon with a warmth he thought he had lost forever.

‘What- Whathappened? Why did you take so long?’ He asked quietly.

Nozel, whohad halfway crawled into his lap already, still caressed his face while he toldLeon about his mission.

‘Well, itwas a normal Dungeon. It took me about two weeks to reach it, and a bit less toget back here, it was very well hidden in one of the grand magic zones. I justwanted to step into the entrance hall to get a feel for the place, but apparently,I fell victim to a spell cast on it. I stepped in in broad daylight, felt themana of the place and went out again, only to find that it was already night-time.Then I decided that this was either a time manipulating or mind-altering magic,so I headed back here to talk over my findings with the emperor. This sort of spellis way too dangerous to deal with alone. But, as I promised you, I wanted tocome home first, eat something, check up on you, all that. And here you are,thinking I am dead and telling me the one day I thought I lost-‘

‘Wasactually nearly two months.’ Finished Leon the sentence.

Nozel feltLeon’s arms sneak around his middle, pressing him close in a make-shift hug. Helooked at the head pressed against his stomach and smiled. That must have beenquite a hellish experience for his man. He didn’t want to think of what he hadbeen going through, thinking he was dead and all.

Reminds me…

‘Hey Leon, howdid everybody react to my death? I am kind of curious.’

He got noanswer.

‘Leon?’

A trademarksnore erupted from the sleeping man, who still had him in his clutches. Nozeltried to loosen the Grip, but it had the opposite effect. So, he settled to takinga more comfortable seat and wait for him to wake up. He kissed the top of theother’s head.

He must have been very tired.

Better to let him sleep.

Then heyawned.

I should, too.

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Less Than Perfect

Chapter One: Kiss the Girl

Somewhere between Maggie’s right, we should kiss the girls we want to kiss and Wait, you want to kiss me? and Holy fuck, Maggie Sawyer is kissing me, Alex’s entire world changed. Changed, expanded, rearranged itself into a life before Maggie and a life after. All with one gob-smacking, knee-melting kiss.

And another. And then another.

They ended up on the couch somehow, migrating there by degrees until Alex was laying with her head propped against its arm, pillow tucked beneath her, with Maggie on top, her slender, jeans-clad legs intertwined with Alex’s while one thigh pressed deliciously close against Alex’s center. Every time Maggie shifted, Alex felt it through the thin cotton of her pajama pants, a deep, electric sensation that moved outward, spreading throughout her body until even her skin seemed on fire. But that was just one among the many extraordinary things that seemed to be happening in this strange, delirious symphony of pleasure. Because Maggie’s groin was pressed against Alex’s hipbone and Maggie’s breasts were sliding gently against Alex’s chest and Maggie’s lips were everywhere, coaxing her mouth open so she could explore inside, nibbling at her earlobes, dropping teardrop kisses against Alex’s neck and chest. And that didn’t even count the hands that framed Alex’s face, touched her skin, caressed her breasts through her shirt.

I finally get why teenagers can’t stop doing this.

Alex slid her hands down the back of Maggie’s shirt — her jacket had been discarded somewhere in the direction of the fireplace, and Alex truly hoped it hadn’t been singed — and teased over the top line of Maggie’s bra, catching at it and pulling gently in a way that made Maggie gasp and slide against her. Feeling brave, she kept her hands moving downward, tracing the curve of Maggie’s spine, the small of her back. Her index finger mapped the top edge of Maggie’s jeans, the knuckle dragging over the hard curve of Maggie’s belt while her fingertip grazed the smooth, bare skin that lingered just within reach. But Alex wasn’t quite adventurous enough for that yet, so she kept her hands on the outside, feeling the outline of a back pocket, the round shape of a quarter and two nickels tucked inside on the left and the slim bulge of a wallet on the right, and then a slow, rounding curve, a seam, a —

Oh, Jesus Christ.

Maggie let out a laugh and nipped Alex’s lower lip with her teeth. “Go on and grab hold. I don’t mind.”

“You’re sure?” Alex asked, wanting to so much. But a sudden terror was gripping her, that they were moving too fast, that her inexperience would get in the way of Maggie’s pleasure, that she would suddenly revert to the nervous, fumbling thirteen year old that she knew was hiding beneath her twenty-nine year old skin. Sixteen years that I could have spent figuring it out, and now it’s like I’m starting from scratch.

“Hey,” Maggie said, pressing her hand against Alex’s cheek, and Alex knew that Maggie must have seen the fear that was rushing in on her from all sides. “Alex, it’s okay to touch me. In fact, it’s better than okay.” She smiled, those brown eyes sparkling, and Alex felt like the sun was bathing its light across her face. “I don’t want you to be afraid of anything, okay? Just do what feels right.”

“But what if it’s something you don’t like, or…” Alex frowned, her terror only increasing at the thought of so much freedom. “I just…I’m out of practice in general, to be honest.”

“How long’s it been?” Maggie asked, and Alex felt a blush rise to her face. But Maggie just looked at her calmly, as if the answer to the question didn’t matter so much as the fact that Alex felt safe to answer it. And so Alex took a deep breath, swallowed, and told her.

“About three years, probably? I can’t exactly remember. But I do know it wasn’t like this.” She dropped her eyes, not wanting to see the look on Maggie’s face when she said, all in a rush, “It was in a bathroom stall in a club, and I was drunk, and I didn’t even know his name.”

She looked up then, fearing that she would see disappointment in Maggie’s eyes. Instead, she found understanding and compassion — wisdom, even. “Sometimes it gets bad like that,” Maggie said, her voice quiet, as if Alex’s confession had struck a familiar chord. “Doing things that aren’t necessarily safe, things that maybe aren’t you, as a way of trying to figure it out.”

Her words hit Alex like a smack in the face — both because of what Maggie had said, and because it made sense, suddenly, giving her a reason for what she’d done beyond I got really fucked up and put myself at risk. She’d always been haunted by how ugly it could have gotten had any one of her half-dozen drunken, club-fueled hookups been in the mood to inflict some pain or forgo a condom — by how she had allowed herself to be vulnerable in ways that could have left her sick or hurt or even dead.

All because I was afraid to look at who I really was.

“There was a time — a really bad time after we thought my dad had died — where I did things like that because I wanted to feel,” Alex said, and saw Maggie nod, as if she too knew what it was to inflict agony on herself just to keep another pain from hurting. “But I never felt anything, not really, and then something happened that forced me to change, and after that, it just wasn’t…” She trailed off. “Important, I guess.”

Maggie nodded again. She’d been caressing the sides of Alex’s face this whole time, Alex realized; coaxing her on, encouraging her to get the words out, to be honest about a time that she hadn’t really been honest with anyone about — not even Kara, for Kara would have taken it on herself, would have tried to fix it with her smile and her love. Only back then, Alex hadn’t wanted to be fixed.

But the acceptance in Maggie’s gaze was fixing it now, changing it from something dark and shameful to just a piece of Alex’s experience, a journey she had to travel to get to this place, to her understanding of herself, to being in Maggie’s arms. It felt good — felt right somehow, as if a broken piece had finally healed.

And so she lifted a hand to Maggie’s cheek, softly saying, “I’ve been tested, in case you’re wondering.”

“I wasn’t worried.” Maggie brushed the hair back from Alex’s face, her fingertip grazing Alex’s ear in ways that made her squirm. “I have too. After I broke up with my last girlfriend a while back.”

“You had concerns?” Alex asked, lifting one hand to rub slow circles against Maggie’s back.

Maggie shook her head. “I just…wanted to be ready, maybe?” She smiled so broadly that her dimples seemed to leap out of her face, making Alex want to kiss her senseless. “I guess you’ve been under my skin for a while now, Danvers.”

“Mine too.” Alex felt Maggie shift against her, her left leg stretching out enough to put pressure in just the right place, and felt a shudder roll through her. “God, Sawyer.”

“Sorry,” Maggie said, but she didn’t look sorry at all; looked, in fact, like she’d done it on purpose. “So, are you ever going to put your hands where I’m dying for you to put them, or do I have to keep doing that until you give in?”

“Well…” Alex snickered, and then Maggie stretched against her again, and Alex’s hands slid down to grab at the underside of Maggie’s ass, not just because Maggie wanted her to, but because she needed to pull her closer, needed the pressure of their bodies against each other. Maggie pushed up on her elbows and just looked down at Alex, her dark eyes reflecting the firelight until it seemed they were ablaze.

“We fit,” she said, and Alex nodded, her throat so tight she could hardly breathe. The urge to move was intense, almost primal; but so was the desire to stay still, to remain frozen on the cusp of the precipice until time itself ended.

And then Alex’s stomach growled. Loudly.

Maggie’s eyes crinkled and she burst out laughing, kissing Alex when she tried to bury her face in Maggie’s shoulder. She rubbed the back of Alex’s head, murmuring, “Guess it’s a good thing I brought over that pizza, huh?”

“Next time you want to kiss me, you don’t have to come bearing gifts,” Alex said, drawing Maggie down until she rested in the crook of Alex’s shoulder. “I don’t want to move from here, like, ever. But I’m also starving.”

“Me too.” Maggie twisted back onto her stomach and slid her hands up to frame the sides of Alex’s face, one side of her mouth tilting sideways. “So at the risk of riling you up and bolting, I think we should hold off on...” She tilted a shoulder in the direction of Alex’s bed. “If you’re okay with that.”

“How long?” Alex asked, anxiety flaring at the thought. “Because life is short, and I’ve got a lot of time to make up for when it comes to kissing the girl I want to kiss.”

“I am very much looking forward to helping you with that,” Maggie said with a grin. “But this is new for you, and there are things that should be savored. And besides, I think we should go out on a proper date before I —“ She broke off, her eyes flashing with something that Alex could only interpret as pure, unadulterated desire.

“Before you what?” Alex asked, and watched a slow, lazy smile spread across Maggie’s face. “Come on, don’t leave me in suspense.”

Maggie chuckled. “Okay, Danvers, you asked for it.”

And then she pressed her mouth to Alex’s ear and described, in very specific detail, just what exactly she was planning to do before said proper date was over.

Alex slid her hands up to Maggie’s back, holding her in place for a moment while she considered those words. She drew breath to speak, drew it again, and finally said, “So when is this date taking place?”

Maggie let out a cackle and kissed the underside of Alex’s ear. “I don’t know. How’s Saturday sound? We can make a day of it.”

“That’s five days.” Alex nodded, trying to stay very still for fear she’d spontaneously combust if she moved against Maggie even a little. “I could do that. I mean, short of an alien invasion or Cadmus killing us all, what could possibly go wrong?”

She would soon regret asking that question.

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The week dragged by. The days were busy enough — the DEO was tracking shipments tied to Cadmus, and Alex spent as much time out on raids as she did in her lab — but the nights were tough, especially when Maggie had to work late and she didn’t. She got a brief reprieve on Thursday — Maggie was able to stop by for a beer after work, though based on the way Maggie was looking at her and how fast both their shirts ended up draped over the back of the couch, Alex was fairly certain a beer wasn’t what had really been on Maggie’s mind. Alex wasn’t complaining — her skin on Maggie’s, Maggie’s on hers, was intensely erotic, and all she wanted to do was explore the sensation. Yet she resolved to abide by this unwritten rule they had set for themselves; to take it slow, or at least as slow as they could manage. Two months of bickering and smoldering glances and side eye had left them both on edge, and as much as Alex was enjoying this gradual build up of sexual tension, a part of her just wanted to get on with it. So she would never quite know how she managed to lift her head, how she stopped herself from letting out a mournful cry, when Maggie said, “I should probably go.”

Of course, Maggie had decided to say this while she was tracing her lips across Alex’s upper abdominals. She had worked her way down there from her starting spot just beneath Alex’s right ear, combing over every inch of skin with the methodical detail of a forensic team sifting for trace evidence. There had been pauses, however — some of short duration, some of extensive length — for Alex to do some exploring of her own. So far she knew that Maggie loved being kissed at the base of her throat, that she giggled when Alex tickled between her shoulder blades, and that rubbing a thumb over her nipple in slow circles, either on top of or beneath her bra, would cause her to make a low noise and go very still.

But right now Maggie’s tongue was taking point, and she was using it, with aching slowness, to trace the hard seam between Alex’s ribs. Alex tensed, feeling sudden shocks run through her body, and let out a low groan. “I’m going to start calling you Livewire 2.0.”

“That crazy bitch has nothing on me,” Maggie said, her laugh reverberating through Alex’s body. She slid up to rest her head on Alex’s shoulder, her fingertips tracing across the fine hairs that covered Alex’s arm. “You know I don’t want to go, right?”

Alex turned her head to look down at Maggie, seeing those eyes, so full of light and warmth, turned up to look at her. She nodded and slid her hand down to rest against the small of Maggie’s back, the skin smooth under her palm. “I do. But I also know that you have to work early, so you probably should.”

“Yeah.” Maggie leaned in to kiss Alex’s shoulder. Her hair skimmed across Alex’s bare skin like fine cobwebs, each one leaving a trail of sensation in its wake. “You okay with getting started around ten on Saturday?”

“That works.” Alex sucked in a deep breath, wondering how she would survive until then without seeing Maggie, without having this small, soft, warm, impossibly beautiful body against her own. Four days of this, and she was already addicted. She pressed a kiss just above Maggie’s temple, softly asking, “So where are we going?”

“It’s a surprise,” Maggie said, turning to look at Alex with a decidedly mischievous gleam in her eyes. “Just make sure your bike is gassed up and ready to make some miles.”

“Got it.” Alex traced hand over Maggie’s face, wanting to memorize each line and curve of the straight nose, high cheekbones, and lush, impossibly sensual lips. She leaned in and kissed her slowly, murmuring, “If you don’t move soon, I’m going to toss your shirt into the fire so you have to stay.”

“I’d be annoyed,” Maggie said, punctuating every word with a light, teasing kiss. “I really like that shirt.”

Alex grinned down at her, gently pinching her hip. “Like you don’t have at least a half dozen other long-sleeved gray shirts in your closet.”

“Yeah, yeah.” Maggie rolled on top of her, kissed her slow, and then braced her hands against the arm of the couch and pushed onto her knees, her bra straining to keep her breasts in check. Alex caught a tantalizing glimpse of cleavage, a quick flash of darker skin as one nipple was revealed, and then Maggie was sitting back on her heels, wincing, her left hand cupped over the stitches on the right side of her chest. “Dammit.”

Alex scrambled to free herself from Maggie’s weight and sat up, her doctor’s instincts on full alert. “Did you tear them?”

“No, it’s good, it’s just sore,” Maggie said, though she looked a little ragged around the edges, as if sore was a euphemism for it hurts like a fucking bastard. She pushed her right hand against the back of the couch, her face tightening as she braced herself to step onto the floor, and Alex caught at her arm, pulling her back down and urging her to sit. Maggie turned her head, frowning. “Alex....”

“Maggie…” Alex said, in exactly the same tone.

Maggie stared daggers at her, and Alex just shrugged and gave them right back until, with a soft laugh, Maggie relented. She turned and tucked one leg beneath her, sliding her bra strap down so she could present the wound that ran from her collarbone to the edge of her side ribs for inspection.

Alex shifted onto her knees and leaned in, her fingertips tracing the unblemished skin around the margins. The wound looked clean, with little sign of redness, and the stitches showed no sign of tearing. She lifted her head to look back at Maggie, feeling heat rush to her cheeks when she realized that Maggie had apparently been watching her the whole time with calm, steady eyes.

“It’s healing nicely, though you should keep a bandage over it so it doesn’t get irritated by your bra strap.” Alex leaned back on her heels, one hand still resting on Maggie’s shoulder. “You might also want to lay off the making out for a bit.”

“I would, but this girl I’m dating would be awfully upset,” Maggie said, her dimples appearing as she gave a sideways half-smile.

Alex felt her face light up at the declaration. I’m dating Maggie Sawyer. Maggie Sawyer is dating me. Still, she tried to hold it together, to not act like a giddy teenager at the words, much as she wanted to. Instead, she retrieved Maggie’s shirt from the back of the couch, holding it open and helping her put her right arm through the sleeve with a minimum of jostling.

“Button-up shirts might be a good idea for a few days,” Alex suggested, her whole body tingling at the feel of drawing that knit cotton across Maggie’s ribs.

“I’ll see if I can find one that doesn’t need ironing.” Maggie pulled Alex’s dark blue Henley off the back of the couch and helped her slide it over her head. She smoothed Alex’s hair, brushing the tangle back from her face, and smiled, her thumbs tracing Alex’s cheeks. Then she pulled her in close, her kiss tender and sweet. “Thanks for making out with me.”

“Anytime.” Alex ran a hand through Maggie’s hair, her body already longing for the sensation of it drifting across her shoulders and stomach again. She wondered what it would feel like against her thighs and found herself blushing.

Maggie smiled as if she knew what Alex was thinking. “Saturday, Danvers,” she said. “That’s not so long to wait, right?”

Alex nodded and kissed Maggie again, the sort of slow, sensual kiss that she’d been waiting to give someone her entire life. And this time when she pulled away, she noticed that Maggie’s cheeks were a little red too.

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Fix You, A Rey/Phillip Altman Story

Chapter Two: This Town

Read it on AO3 here

Rating: Mature

Warnings: Strong language, mentions of drug use, off-screen past abuse

"Yesterday I thought I saw your shadow running round, It's funny how things never change in this old town."

Naill Horan, “This Town”

The next morning, Phillip sat in the Porsche after unceremoniously dumping Judd off at the ice rink. He took off his sunglasses despite the hangover headache throbbing behind his eyes, trying to convince himself to stay put. He didn’t know what would happen if he didn’t take his own advice; all he knew was that most likely lead to more problems with Tracy. He was already on dangerously thin ice with her; it would only take one more straw before it all broke beneath him. Or was that a straw on a horse’s back? He couldn’t remember. The damn hangover was muddling his thoughts, which was made even worse by his frustration from not only that morning’s fight with her, but from the rest of his family ganging up on him afterwards. He had thought that introducing Tracy to them would help save their relationship, which had been unraveling for some weeks now. Apparently he had been wrong; things were only getting worse.

Wrong. Wrong again. Like everything else.

Well, it wasn’t his fault that Chelsea came by to pay her respects. Sure, he knew she was still in the area - he spent enough time flirting with her over Facebook and Snapchat to not know what she was up to - so her showing up to shiva wasn’t that big of a surprise. Besides, it’s not like he made specific plans to hook up with her while he was here, so that had to count for something, right? The same went for Kelly. And Janelle. Plus whoever else might show up between now and this hell known as shiva would come to an end.

But Rey.

He hadn’t expected Rey, not in a million years.

Phillip let his head fall back against the leather seat. Seeing her not once, but twice in the same day after not seeing hide nor hair of her after seven years had been jarring to say the least. After everything that happened at the end of high school he had pretty much resigned himself to the fact that he’d never see her again. He had tried to apologize to her, right until the very end, but she had always been so damn stubborn that she wouldn’t even listen to him. For months afterwards he had successfully convinced himself that he had done all he could, and if she didn’t want to make amends, then fine, that was all on her. Then college had started - or, more accurately, two years of frat parties, smoking weed, and sleeping with so many girls that their faces and features all became one indistinguishable blur, with a smattering of classes here and there - and Rey gradually faded from his memory.

Except for the times she didn’t. There were nights when he’d find himself lying awake while the girl whose name he already forgotten snored next to him, suddenly remembering the late summer evenings reclining on the hood of his car, making up ridiculously raunchy stories about the star constellations while fireflies danced in the long grass around them. Snowball wars that would last for weeks before one of them finally called for a truce. Sneaking out of the house at eleven o’clock on a school night to meet her in that parking lot of Reggie’s Diner on the edge of town because she couldn’t stand to be in Unkar Plutt’s house another minute longer.

Then he would be up for the rest of the night, thinking about her, wondering if she was okay. Every so often he contemplated getting in contact with her again, but she seemed to avoid all forms of social media entirely. When he dared to ask people from high school if they heard anything about her or if they happened to know where she was, everyone acted like they didn’t know who he was talking about. It got to the point where he started to wonder if Rey had even been real at all.

Then suddenly she was back, out of the blue, and it was like an explosion had taken place in the middle of his life, leaving him dazed and disoriented. He even felt like his ears were ringing.

Of course, that could just be the hangover.

Phillip’s thoughts were interrupted by a deep growl, like the purring of a monstrous cat, that reverberated up from the street, making the whole Porsche vibrate. He cracked an eye open just in time to see a classic muscle car amble by to park on the opposite side of the street. Its sleek, shining body was painted autumn orange with black racing stripes starting at the hood and ran down the length of the car. Phillip didn’t harbor much love for classic cars - he preferred the modern look of Audis, BMWs and, of course, Porches - but even he couldn’t deny that the car was gorgeous. Even though he was certain he’d never seen it before, there was something about it that tickled the back of his memory. The closest thing he could think of was an old car someone from high school used to drive, though that one was a beat-up ugly thing with only the last traces of the original paint job clinging to it. What did they used to call that car? Oh yeah, The Beast. Driven by… Poe, wasn’t it? That’s right: Poe Dameron. Good guy, though not someone Phillip would have hung out with on a regular basis. Didn’t he go into the Air Force after graduation? He was about the wonder what Dameron was up to now when the driver’s side door opened and its owner swung out. Phillip laughed in spite of himself. Speak of the fucking devil.

Phillip couldn’t decide how close Poe looked to how he remembered him from high school - Poe had graduated a year ahead of him, and he hadn’t seen him since before he left for the military - but all of the important features were still there: the thick dark hair, copper skin, square jawline, and the smooth confidence of someone who already had worked out his place in the world. By all accounts he was one of those guys whom Phillip should have hated on principle, but one indisputable fact about Poe Dameron was that it was simply impossible for anyone to hate him. It went against the laws of nature or something.

Welcoming the distraction, Phillip killed the engine and jumped out of the Porsche, the keys still jammed in the ignition. He crossed the street in a few jogging steps, coming up on Poe before the other man knew he was there.

“Poe-fucking-Dameron!” Phillip said by way of the greeting. Poe swung around, an instant of confusion clouding his expression before recognition broke through.

“Hol-y shit. Phillip Altman!” Poe said, flashing him the grin that earned him the “Best Smile” yearbook honorarium his senior year. “Jesus, I haven’t seen you in an age. How have you been? Do you still live in the area?”

Phillip shrugged a shoulder, trying to play it cool, as though they were still in high school and Poe was still the coolest kid on campus. “It’s going. I’m only in town because my dad just died.”

Poe’s face fell. “Oh man, I’m sorry to hear that. How are you holding up?”

Another shrug from Phillip, although this one was stiffer due to the sudden tightness in his chest. “As best as I can, I guess. He was sick for a while, so it’s not like it came as a shock or anything. We have to sit shiva, though. We’re only on day three and I already feel like I’m losing my mind.”

“That’s rough,” Poe sympathized, and just like that the conversation went stagnant.

“So,” Phillip said after an awkward pause. “I see the Beast is still in commission. I was sure you’d have it put out of its misery by now.”

Poe stumbled backwards in faux shock, pressing a hand over his heart. “Get rid of the Beast? I would never! Sure she was a little rough around the edges, but she has yet to let me down.”

“It looks good now,” Phillip said appraisingly.

“Doesn’t she?” Poe asked as he ran a hand over the car’s roof. “This is how I always hoped she’d look someday, but I never had the time or money to put into it. A couple of friends fixed her up for me as a welcome home present when I got out of the Air Force a few years ago.”

Phillip saw a window of opportunity open, and he immediately jumped to take it. “Do you still see anyone from high school around?”

Poe tipped his head back, thinking. “Occasionally. It seems like more and more people have been trickling back to the area, like they’re realizing the real world isn’t all it’s cracked up to be and are coming home to collect their bearings. I’m sure a good number of them will end up staying for good, even though we all swore up and down that would never happen. Didn’t think I’d ever end up back here myself, too much of a big world out there, you know? But I ended coming back for someone, and I haven’t regretted it since.”

“I...uh... was out with my family last night, and I saw Rey Jakken. Do you...know when she got back?”

There was an instant change in Poe’s whole demeanor. His smile vanished into a hard line as his open expression took on newer, sharper angles. It wasn’t a look of anger, so much, but it was a look Phillip was extremely familiar with; Wendy used to use it all the time, especially when she heard someone talking crap about her family. It was a look that said “tread carefully, because the next words out of your mouth could lead to an ass-kicking.”

“Listen, Phil…” Poe said slowly, evenly. “I don’t know what happened between you two in high school, and I’m sure you’re trying to mean well now, but I’m just going to say this once: leave her be. She’s been through a lot and is only just getting back on her feet. If she wants to reconnect with you, that’s her call. Just leave it at that. All right?”

Phillip scratched the back of his neck and averted his eye, his ears burning. While Rey’s avoidance of him the other day made it clear that she didn’t want to have anything to do with him, it hurt just a little more hearing it come from someone else.

Poe’s expression softened again. “I’m sorry, Phil. I don’t mean to come off as an asshole, but she’s my boyfriend’s best friend, and so we’re just trying looking out for her. And yes, you heard right, the rumors from high school about me being gay are actually true.”

“Oh… I didn’t mean…”

Poe shrugged again. “I know you didn’t. Hey, I need to get going. It was good seeing you, though. And sorry again about your dad. I’m sure Finn will give his condolences as well.”

Poe disappeared into a store, and Phillip slunk back to his car. Thoughts of Rey whirled in his mind as though they were caught in a tornado that was inside his head. What did Poe mean by “she’d been through a lot?” Had she been addicted to drugs? Alcohol? Had she been homeless after she ran away? During high school she got busted a few times for shoplifting, but it was always for things she needed that Plutt wouldn’t provide for her, like tampons or new socks, but could she have spent time in jail for something more serious? She looked good when he saw her yesterday, both in her sun dress and later in her street clothes, but he knew that didn’t mean jack. Things like nice clothing, a fancy house or an expensive car were always the easiest ways to cover up just how fucked up someone really was. Just look at his family.

Phillip scratched at his arm. He felt like his skin was crawling from the inside. He needed a release, and bad. His first thought was to get a drink somewhere, but his tenderized stomach rolled at the thought. He had a stash of weed he brought with him back at the house, but he didn’t want to risk smoking it with his mother, Paul and Tracy just waiting for another chance to eviscerate him for being an irresponsible degenerate during shiva. His only other option was to get laid. That was out of the question with Tracy - he knew that she would leave him blue balling for at least a week, and that was if she was especially forgiving - but Chelsea’s condo was only a few blocks from here… And she had outright said that he needed to do something fun to help him with all the grieving…

Then Rey’s face materialized at the forefront of his thoughts, her expression blank but her eyes a kaleidoscope of hurt and resentment, watching him from the end of a long, locker-lined hallway.

Phillip smacked his open palm of his hand against the steering wheel of his car, the sting helping clear his head a little bit. Damn her. Damn her for just waltzing back into his life like this. Damn her for being so tragic and growing up to be so beautiful. Damn her for being able to make him him acknowledge what an awful person he really was.

Knowing that there was no way he could get it up now even if he did make it to Chelsea’s, Phillip turned the key in the ignition, the Porsche’s engine a small, tinny sound compared to the deep-throated growl of The Beast. He swung the car around in a sloppy u-turn, the front tire striking the opposite curb as he did so, and sped off back to the ice-rink, not giving a single flying fuck about the enraged brother he was sure to find there.

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