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tremendouscreationperson · 5 months ago

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A little fic based off of this

Whenever I write an X Reader it's usually for chubby!reader but it's actually a plot point in this one

Chubby/bullied!reader x stan

You, Ford, Caryn and Filbrick sat in the front row.

Stan had a big fight tonight, the only reason his father came, and you were nervously tapping your leg. His opponent, Godfrey Davies, was bigger and looked meaner but you knew Stan could potentially pull it off.

The two entered the ring and Stan gave you a cheeky wink before his eyes caught his father. His whole expression changed when he clocked Filbrick.

"He better win." Ford commented.

You knew what Ford was implying. If Stan lost in front of his dad he would be crushed. And Filbrick was the type of man who would leave if he was bored so Stan would also have to put on a good show.

The two touched gloves and the bell rang.

You weren't a huge boxing fan but wouldn't deny the rush a match gave you. The adrenaline of the room coursed through your veins as each punch landed. Godfrey was strong, he had hit Stan's stomach a few times but Stan was quick enough to dodge any major strikes.

Godfrey managed to land a blow against Stan's cheek and your hand grasped Fords.

You glanced at Ford as an excuse to spy on Filbrick but the man gave nothing away. Merely enjoying? the show.

In the split second your eyes were off of Stan, he had managed to gain the upper hand with a series of quick jabs against Godfrey's right side.

"He's hurt him." Ford informed you. "See the twitch."

You followed his fingers, unable to see the twitch, alas you trusted Ford's intelligence. If Ford said Stan hurt him then he hurt him.

The two danced around each other for the remainder of the round, there was a soft tap here and a dodge there but otherwise it was quiet.

The next round was similar. There were the odd moments of carnal violence sprinkled in between their dance but it was the third round that mattered.

As Stan took a sip of water, he turned in your direction, his pale skin beginning to pinken as it swelled up. He gave you all a sloppy smirk and when the bell rang again, there was a new fire in him.

Stan kept low and stayed with defence until Godfrey tired himself out - punching ludicrously hard against Stan's forearm block - and just when Godfrey stopped to pant, Stan whacked him with an uppercut.

Godfrey stumbled backwards, wobbling on his feet. Stan was on him in an instant punching him in the face and forcing the man to the floor.

The ref called it and everyone cheered.

He had won!

This was a big deal.

He could now fight in a higher tier.

This was really good news!

You released Ford from your hug and he ran over to his twin. The boys embraced, clapping each other's backs, grinning from ear to ear.

Caryn was next, she slipped in the hug, squeezing her babies tight. You knew she said a cheesy joke along the lines of 'I didn't need a crystal ball to know you'd win' because the twins rolled their eyes in sync but there was no real malice behind the gesture.

Filbrick finally made his move: a pat on the shoulder. You knew it meant the world to Stan. He deserved it. He really did. He was glorious.

A photographer worked his way into the ring and told the family to smile but Stan stopped the photo.

"Wait, where's Y/N?" His eyes scanned the crowd that had formed, swarming the ring side. He had a lot of groupies, unsurprisingly. People loved a big strong man and it didn't hurt that he looked like that.

They landed on you and you smiled, waving awkwardly as he gestured for you to join them. The room was noisy and people were still cheering, drinks being drunk, music blaring so he didn't hear your reply. You tried to call out again but in the end shook your head, sheepishly.

It was his moment. He needed this. To be in a photo with his family. He could frame it.

Besides, you'd only ruin it.

You weren't exactly pretty.

A fact that everyone had relentlessly told you at school.

The only reason you were still alive was Stan and Ford's friendship, otherwise you'd have had to fight the onslaught of insults alone and you really didn't think you were strong enough for that.

Stan frowned momentarily before forcing a smile for the photo.

"Doll face?" You were sitting in your garden, on the swing your dad had made, reading the Lord of the Rings. Turning your head you found Stan. He was standing next to you, hands in pockets. He had bruises on his cheek and a split lip you hadn't noticed at the time.

"Hi." You smiled up, closing the book. "How'd's it feel to be a winner?"

Stan chuckled, plonking down on the swing next to you. Your dad had to install another when you eventually made friends. "'little sore."

"I bet you don't feel it because your dad was proud of you." You mock punched his arm. "He really was."

Stan swivelled on the swing, the rope twisting together as he spun around.

You suspected he had something to say so kept quiet until he found the words.

Stan let go, spinning until he was back in the correct place.

"You know you're gorgeous right?" The words tumbled out.

They took you aback. You hadn't ever thought those words would come out of his mouth. "Pardon?"

He let out a shaky breath, gazing up at the sky. "You're really pretty. I don't know why Jorgie and her gang tell you otherwise. Like a damn movie star."

Where had this come from? "Wh-"

"The photo." He answered without needing the question. "I wish you were in it."

You didn't know what to say or how to respond. The only thing you could think to do was shyly smile and reach for his hand.

"Filbrick, that's Y/N." You overheard Caryn whisper to her husband. They were in the Kitchen where you were planning on getting a drink. "She comes over all the time."

He huffed.

Did-did he not know who you were?

You were here every other day.

Hell, you once made the man dinner!

Caryn had been sick and the boys were useless so you came around and rustled up some grub for the four of them.

That was insulting.

"The fat one?" He questioned.

Fat?

Were you fat?

You glanced down at yourself, you could see your toes but maybe not as much as you should be able to?

"She's no-well, it doesn't matter. She's good for Stan..and Ford. Keeps them sane."

Caryn thought you were fat too?

You stepped away carefully, avoiding the spots in the wood that creaked, and nestled yourself back into the boys room. Settling next to Stan in his bed as they argued about nothing important.

You'd declined every offer Stan made to go out. You didn't want to look like you were avoiding him but his parents thought you were fat and that had shaken your self image.

You were obviously not thin in the mirror and people at school called you fat and ugly all the time. So much that part of you believed it and part of you brushed it off but to hear it from them... From people you trusted...

You knew you were nothing great to look at. Stan being sweet was just him trying to comfort you, you probably embarrassed them.

In an effort to beautify yourself, your evenings were spent jogging mostly. It was awful and you hated it but you made sure to do it before dinner or you wouldn't eat.

"Oit." A voice called, you spun to see Stan running to catch up.

"Hey."

"What're we doing?" He fell into pace with you.

"Jogging." You offered.

"Har, har." He playfully shoved you. "Why are we jogging? It's the worst."

Your face split into a grin, loving how in sync the two of you were. "It really is! I hate it."

When you both rounded the corner, he repeated himself. "C'mon what are we doing?"

"Trying to lose weight." You answered.

"W-why?" Your reply had caught him completely off guard that he faltered. Stan had to speed up to match your pace again. "You don't need to."

A dark chuckle left you without your consent. "I heard someone talking-"

"Ignore the girls at school." He interrupted.

"It wasn't-" Jogging and talking was hard. "It was someone whose opinion I'd hate to admit I trust. They said it straight."

Stan made a face but didn't argue. He would let you win this round and later convince you to come to the diner and get a thick shake. He knew you weren't fat. Well, maybe you were but not in a bad way! You looked amazing! The meat on your bones was in all the right places. More to love like platonically.

Eventually the two of you came to a stop outside your house.

"I don't think jeans were designed for running." Stan tried to pry the fabric off his thigh.

"I'd never blame you, beautiful." He folded his arms. "Now, who do I have to beat up?"

You giggled. "Don't blame me. I didn't ask you to join me."

"No one." Your eyes rolled automatically.

"Hey, don't do that."

"I'm not doing anyth-"

Stan closed the distance, cupping your cheeks in his palms, forcing eye contact. "Tell me. 'cause you're perfect."

Why had he decided to be all sweet and flirty recently? He did know you were the butt of every joke, right? Like everyone else, he was well aware that boys would ask you out as a prank. Was this one? No, not your Stan.

Well he wasn't your Stan.

"Earth to Y/N." He manipulated your head, swaying it gently side to side.

"Huh?"

"Who called you fat?"

The words seemed to leave your mouth before you had the chance to stop them. Your mind hadn't even registered properly and they were released into the world. "Your parents."

The neutral expression morphed into anger. Stan's brows pulled as his pupils shrunk. A twitch occurred in his jaw. "My dad?"

"Your mom, too." You shrugged. "It's nothing massive, it's actually helpful. Now I know it's true I can-"

"No." He shook his head. "No, it's not. It's mean." Stan placed his forehead against yours and took in a breath. "When I say you are perfect, believe it. Don't change anything. Please, doll."

The new few months played out in the usual fashion. You'd go to school, then theirs, they'd come to yours, the three of you would worry about test results, studying was tricky when the boys were helping - they always got off topic. It didn't take long before all the exams were finished and the school year was coming to a close meaning prom.

You and the twins went together. None of you officially had dates but that didn't matter because it was always you three vs the world.

A triangle was the strongest shape after all.

You arrived at the Pines house on time, barely giving the door a knock before it swung open. Stan was quick to exit and pulled you towards the car.

He didn't look back, settling you into the passenger seat as he rounded the car to the driver's.

"Stan?" You glanced at the front door. "Everything okay?" Caryn had begged you to come in and take photos less than a week ago. Maybe Stan knew you were embarrassed or maybe he was going back on his words... Maybe he was embarrassed of you.

Stan gave you a curt nod, his palms tightening in the steering wheel. You watched the knuckles whiten on his left hand before his right caught your gaze. There was blood on them.

Why was there blood on his knuckles?!

"Where's Ford?"

As if on cue Ford left the house, closing the door behind him and strode towards the car.

He slipped into the backseat and gave you a sheepish smile.

The car journey was blessedly short and weird to say the least.

You distracted yourself with the radio.

At school you took the obligatory "couple" photo. You stood between the boys arm in arm. Even if it was fake, it was the first time Stan smiled tonight.

You were led to the gym - they had dressed it up for a party but it was still just your school gym - and found a spot to stand and people watch.

Ford attempted to make small talk with others but he wasn't hugely successful, coming back each time with an 'aww shucks'. At least he didn't have punch thrown at him. Silver linings and all that, hey?

Stan was still being strange so you let him be. Sometimes he went quiet when he was thinking too hard. You hoped he was able to at least enjoy a bit of the evening.

He had just excused himself to use the toilet when Ford sprinted back to your side. "Finally!"

"What?!"

"He punched dad." Ford whispered.

Huh, it sounded like Ford told you Stan had punched Filbrick but that would be insane. "Care to run that by me again?"

"Dad said something and Stan shouted before he just socked him. It was intense. Dad then shook his hand!"

What?!

"Wait, I don't get it." You frowned. "Your dad's been an asshole for years, what made Stan snap?"

Ford shrugged but you knew he knew. Why wasn't he telling you? "Ask him."

"Oh, yeah, I'll just ask Stan 'why'd you finally decide to whack your dad?' Think about it for more than two seconds!"

Ford's eyes slipped over your shoulder and he nodded minutely. Stan was back in the room.

Your eyes immediately found his knuckles, they weren't bloodied but even from here you could see the slight pink hue. You turned to ask Ford something only to find he had disappeared again.

Stan made his way through the dancefloor and stopped by your side.

After Ford's confession the silence was maddening. You needed to ask why but how do you go about it? How do you just ask him? And his dad shook his hand? Was that a goodbye? Was Stan being kicked out? No, Filbrick wasn't that cruel.

"Fancy a dance?" You offered. Stan looked at you and then the crowd, unease splattered throughout his expression. "We don't have to."

"It is a dance, though." He commented. "Just- there's a lot of people."

"It's okay." You brushed him off. It wasn't a massive deal, you didn't have to dance at a dance.

"There wasn't anyone in the corridor by Mr Tymeh's. Could still hear the music." He didn't outright ask you but you'd been friends long enough to read between the lines.

"Lead the way."

The two of you left the gym and wandered past the toilets to the small 'office' Mr Tymeh ate his lunch and moaned at the less athletic students in.

Stan was right, you could hear the music from here and the corridor was empty.

"Wanna do this then?" He asked, making zero eye contact.

"Stan, we don't have to if yo-" You were unable to finish the sentence because he pulled you close, hands on your waist, and swayed.

Your hands met his shoulders and you let him move the two of you back and forth. The song wasn't meant for slow swaying but this half-dance was really sweet so you weren't going to complain.

"I like your suit." You brushed your fingers along his collar.

"Thanks, got mine and Fords for the price of one." He smirked cockily. "You, uh, you look beautiful as ever. That colour's real pretty."

You didn't give the compliment to get one, hopefully he knew that!! Yet it was sweet hearing the words. Choosing the colour was very hard, you didn't want to look good for everyone else, you wanted to feel good for yourself and when you finally decided what you were wearing you did feel good.

Maybe tonight you'd believe Stan's words.

Believe you were pretty passable.

Your brain was getting too distracting so you softly asked, "what happened to your hand?"

"Some schmuck." He shrugged. "No one important."

You pulled his hand from your hip and frowned at the knuckles. "That's not what Ford said."

Stan groaned. "That fucker."

"Are you alright?"

He looked into your eyes before nodding. "Yeah."

"Gonna tell me about it?" You raised a brow.

"He was just being an asshole." There was more to the story. There had to be. Filbrick had been an asshole for years and Stan hadn't snapped, so why now? Stan saw the confusion in your face and elaborated. "He made comments about you."

Your frown deepened. "You hit your dad for me?" You were not worth that. Why the fuck would he-

"Course I did." Stan paused. "He can say what he wants about me but not you." His eyes flickered to your opening mouth. "It was strange, he patted me on the back and shook my hand after. Proud of me for standing up I guess."

@nyx-universe @aceistheplace86

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carmenberzattosgf · 7 months ago

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I need Carmy to whine and whimper underneath me while I ride HIMMMM needsddednsisoisbdjsjwndn so bad

Oh the way he would look up at you with those pretty eyes, and his jaw fallen open. He’s desperate. The force of his finger tips on your hips makes that clear. Carmy rarely gives up control, so moments like this don’t come around often. It’s only fair that you try to make the experience last as long as possible.

That’s why you take him slowly, letting your hips do most of the work by grinding onto him. Carmy’s cock twitches inside of you, but the stimulation isn’t enough to let him reach his peak.

It’s then the whimpering starts. Carmy’s too focused on the carnal need to cum inside of you to care about how pitiful he sounds. “F-fuck, fuck, fuck! Baby—baby, please. I can’t—“ he cries.

“Just a little more, Carm. Trying to make myself feel good. You want that, right?” You taunt.

“Yeah—y-yeah want you to cum a-around my cock. Wanna feel it.” As he speaks you pick up the pace, making Carmy whine. “Shit—feels s’good—fuck.” In an instant his train of thought slips away as his head falls back in pleasure. By now, you’re sure the grip of his hands will leave bruises.

“You were saying, Carmy? It didn’t sound like you finished your sentence.”

Yeah Carmy’s in for a long night.

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sleepymmn · 14 hours ago

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I drink your blood.. and feast on your flesh

im going crazy they let me out of my enclosure

warning: pervert, panty sniffing, blood play, pussy eating, period mention, pregnancy mentions, breeding kink, praise, pain play, biting (vampire)

synopsis: you always wondered if your vampire boyfriend would devour you while on your period, and he does.. but not in the way youd think

your vampire boyfriend knew before you even did that your period was near, and he was sweet enough to try and avoid you. not because he’s a bloodthirsty vampire who can’t handle himself around dead blood cells, no.

its because he’s a pervert.. and a smart one at that

his hand hurts from how long hes been stroking his cock. the tip red and weeping pre-cum as his thumb runs over the mix just how you do it, he wants to go down there, but his brain knew he would lunge at you until you were bulging with his cum mixed with your blood

and now hes hard again

you on the other hand are on the couch in your shared house, heating pad over you stomach and a weighted plush over it that he got you to try and satiate the demon inside you. you knew about your boyfriends vampiric nature and figured he would get hungry when youre on your period

and then your brain went to another idea

the idea of your boyfriend, fangs out, digging into your pussy until there was no more blood left for him to steal from you, the way he looks up at you with those cold eyes as he sends you to another dimension with his tongue

ya, you were going up those stairs

the noises you heard were straight up filth, squelching noises and loud moans were a symphony to you.. until you heard him speak

“pretty pussy needing me… i.. cant..!”

his whimpers were down right pathetic, prompting you to knock on the door. the noises came to an instant halt as if he pretends hes not there. you open the door and you see a sight that is so dirty

your boyfriend was sniffing your used underwear from yesterday, jerking his cock for the nth time seeing from the cum stains on the bed

youve never been so wet

“darling! i-… its not! oh god- darling i swear- its not…”

you shush his whimpers, taking your panties back, noting the brief pull you left as he tried to keep them. crawling into his lap, you whispered into his ear about how you want him to take his fill

it has very different meanings for the two of you and you soon learn that, very soon

loud plaps! could be heard throughout the whole house. your legs on his shoulders, his cock hellbent on jamming into your insides and painting your walls white.

“fuck darling! pussy keeps tightenin’ on me. want me to fill you ya? mark ya and breed you until you have our kid? ya? how many you want? ill give em to you just- fuck!- keep sucking me in- please!”

hes too far gone now, his fangs tracing onto your shoulder, threatening to bite you the way you wanted.

his hair clings to his forehead, large hands holding onto your body to push and pull you to his rhythm. you thought he was gonna eat you out and dip, but this was so much better than you thought

“gonna fill you up, you wont have to worry about me panicking about your little period- mmh!- gonna make this tummy swell with my cum”

his words tickled your ear, making your body shiver and back arch, which made his dick reach deeper. your stomach was tightening, threatening to make you see stars

he seems to have noticed by the clench, his thrusts getting faster, his nails raking up your torso, his cock stopping its movement, much to your dismay. his nose sniffing at your neck

right before lifting his body up and biting into his hand, watching the crimson blood drip onto your body. a raw, carnal growl emerges from his before he goes back to sniffing your neck, his cock pistoning in and out of you even faster than before

“youre so fucking perfect, dripping with blood. youre too pretty to eat, youre so pretty- fuck!- need you darling i need you- please!”

the coil inside you snaps and you swear you were sent to heaven from how brutal that orgasm was, his pleads- yearning for you to cum before he did, what a gentleman

when you come back, you notice small pricks of pain all over your body, noting the spots as you see 2 dots on every spot, each a little bite mark from your beloved boyfriend

the one still thrusting inside, tears welling with how good he feels

“fuck! gonna cum! darling im gonna cum inside ok? thats ok right? youll let me cum inside this perfect pussy?”

you swear to god you heard him hiss and whimper, his body flush against yours as he finally cums. cock pulsing as it tried to mend itself in your cunt

it takes a hot minute for him to come down from cloud 9, but when he does, hes fighting demons to not pull out, until you ask

“i hope you dont think im done darling”

he smiles at you, sleepily going between your legs, swiping his tongue to get a taste of the mixture of his cum, your cum, and the blood you thought he would fein over like a drug

“vampires cant survive off period blood darling, its dead blood cells”

he laughs airily, going back to making out with your cunt. you have to admit, the sight of cum and blood mixed on his chin when he looks up at you and gives you that smile

it makes you want to go for another round

CHOSO, gojo, TANAKA, bokuto, kuroo, DENKI, sero, L, rei, BACHIRA, KAISER, lucifer, LEVIATHAN + ur favs

im ovulating good god i need a vampire to DEVOUR ME

anyways goodnight ily all!!

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daisynik7 · 1 year ago

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the scowl nanami had in the trailer reminded me of the safeword audio, it’s definitely his reaction when finds out you’ve been touching yourself without his permission 😩

Anon, you are SO RIGHT, and for that, I wrote a little something. In case anyone is curious, THIS is the audio anon is referring to (reddit link, 18+). It is SO GOOD. It actually gets so tender and sweet at the end, but I did not recreate that for this little piece LOL. Anyways, ily anon for your brilliant brain. I love the idea of getting caught in the act, I am SO here for it. Also, I’m going feral over mean!Nanami. This is barely edited or proofread. This is a result of my carnal desires for him taking over my fingers without a care in the world. I’m throwing feminism out the window temporarily for this, sorry ancestors. MDNI banner by @/cafekitsune.

You’re well into your third climax of the night, the vibrator buzzing on the lowest setting on your swollen clit, the exquisite sensations resonating down to the tips of your toes. You’re so sensitive now, basically mush puddled in the sheets, skin damp with sweat, arousal smeared over your loins. There’s nothing playing in the background; no porn, no nsfw audios, not even a dirty picture displayed on your phone screen. All that you have to get you off is the memory of Nanami railing you into the mattress, the same one you’re currently drenched in your slick, pumping his cock in and out of your wet cunt. That’s all you need to get your pussy throbbing, skin prickling, belly fluttering.

He's not home yet, still out on a mission with Gojo, doing what he does best: protecting people. Is it unfair that he has to work this hard, risking his life, while you’re twisting in the bedsheets, squirming with pleasure from a handheld toy? Maybe not. But what’s the harm in a little mindless release? What he doesn’t know won’t hurt him, right?

Your eyes are shut tight as you descend from your high, vibrator shut off and teetering loosely in your hand, satiated and spent from tonight’s activities. You could fall asleep this instant, but there’s so much to clean up, all the evidence of your naughty deed that you don’t want your husband to discover without explanation. As you’re about to rise up out of bed, you hear the familiar jangle of keys unlocking the front door. Startled, and still a slippery mess, you quickly wipe off the toy, shoving it beneath the pillow. It’s not quick enough because just as you look up, Nanami is already standing at the doorframe of your bedroom, scowling.

Like a bit from a comedy movie, you twiddle your fingers innocently, completely naked and exposed on the bed. “Hi honey,” you greet, slowly pulling the covers over your body. You smile at him, acting like he hasn’t already caught you in the act. He doesn’t respond, expression serious. Dangerous.

Heat rushes into your cheeks, increasingly nervous by his lack of reaction. “Kento, sweetie. What’s wrong?”

He crosses his arms over his chest, sauntering towards you. “You tell me,” he mutters, sitting at the edge of the bed, studying you carefully.

You swallow loudly, mouth coated in your saliva. “Nothing’s wrong.”

“Oh?” It sounds like he’s teasing you. Toying with you. You shudder with anticipation as he reaches over, hand slipping under the pillow, retrieving your vibrator. He waves it at you. “What’s this, then?”

Another noisy gulp before you answer, “My vibrator.”

His eyes narrow, his free hand tugging the blanket off you slowly, inspecting your body from your face, chest, then between your legs, squeezed together, hiding your arousal. “What were you doing while I was away?” he asks, resting his hands on your knees, spreading you apart. “Were you being a bad girl?”

There’s no need for a verbal answer, because as soon as his eyes fixate on your aching pussy, he already knows. “So, you have been a bad girl. Look at you, all wet and swollen already.” He clicks his tongue disapprovingly as you hide your embarrassed face behind your hand, barely peeking at him between your fingers. “You didn’t even have the decency to clean up.”

“I’m sorry,” you blurt out, limbs trembling, yearning for him to touch you.

“Oh, you’re sorry?” he repeats, mocking you. “You fuck yourself while I’m working and all you can say is sorry?”

“I – ”, you choke on your own spit, rendering you speechless.

“It seems that you forgot, so let me remind you one last time: This is my pussy. Not yours. Mine. You don’t get to play with it without my permission.” He sighs, hands sliding languidly down your thighs, prodding at the tender skin. “Such a dirty girl. What am I going to do with you?”

You moan, longing to feel his fingers, his cock, anything inside you. “Baby, please.”

He licks his lips, hungry eyes focused on your sopping cunt. “I guess it’s my job to clean up this mess.” He leans forward, tongue lapping at your sensitive bud, swirling circles around it, puckering his lips to suck. “Such a slutty pussy. So sloppy and wet for me.”

You squirm above him, pleasure stimulating your every nerve. “Fuck!” you cry out, lost in the ecstasy.

His low chuckle vibrates against your clit, pinched between his lips. “How many times did you come from this toy? Once? Twice?”

You grip his hair between your fingers, shoving his face deeper. “Three times!” you stutter.

“And you’re still so fucking horny for me, huh?” He slides his tongue up and down your folds, collecting your slick on his tongue, drinking you up. “I’m going to have to do better than that toy then for you to learn your lesson.”

The need to be used and manhandled by him overtakes you. It doesn’t matter how much you touched yourself earlier. All you can think about is how much you need to be touched by him. How badly you need his cock inside you. How insanely desperate you are for his cum to fill you up.

So you take it. Every lick, every suck, his fingers inside you, curled and hitting that sweet spot that only he can reach. His cock bullying you into submission, body weak and pliant from overstimulation, yielding to his every thrust like his own personal cock sleeve. All the while, he moans into your ear, constantly muttering the same reminder to you.

“This is my pussy. All fucking mine.”

#and with that I bid you all a goodnight and a good weekend! LOL #nanami smut #kento nanami #nanami kento #nanami kento smut #kento nanami smut #nanami x reader #nanami x you #jjk smut #jujutsu kaisen #jujutsu kaisen smut #jjk x reader

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lanasblood · 2 years ago

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VIVID DREAMS | neteyam x reader

dedicated to @andraga12 just because she’s el amor de mi vida who always inspires me to be better, and I wanted to give back some of the love she generously spreads in this fandom with her personality and her writing!

neteyam artwork by my talented @cinetrix (click here to see more)

pairing: neteyam x female reader (wc: 1.2k)

summary: what do you call the phenomenon, where you cannot control the longing in your eyes or the fire in your loins, where you consistently fall in love with someone every time you see them? as for neteyam, this someone is you. (proceed with caution, his thoughts are unhinged, 18+ mdni)

Being the son of the clan leader had its benefits, but it also came with its downsides. There was immense pressure to be the best in everything, pressure he put on himself, so much that for quite some time — too long for him to admit — he was accompanied by intense stress and sleepless nights. The days blended together, no longer offering a sense of overview, no longer dividing day and night for him. He was a breathing, working mess, alive but barely living, like the remnants of a walking corpse, whose reflexes still functioned. His body was accustomed to it, his strong physique, sculpted by years of discipline, was used to worse actually, but slowly the burden was taking its toll on his mind for he began to see things, hallucinating, as Lo'ak had called it. It had reached such dimensions that his father had sent him on forced leave, a decision that was infuriating in such critical times, but protest was not tolerated, because deep down Neteyam knew his father was right; some days — the most exhausting ones — it was difficult for him to distinguish his dreams from reality as it all blended together, and that was the last alarming sign for him to know he had to fix his work-life-balance, especially when it came to you.

she's a celestial inferno in his mind the flames consuming him cannot be denied as every carnal desire burning his skin raw illusions rise, awakening divine

The mere thought of you already numbed his senses, consumed him whole, so looking at you right now how you danced along with your friends, your body effortlessly swayed to the rhythm, accompanied by the traditional instruments, did things to him he did not dare to say out loud. There was an undeniable connection; he was longing for you, needing you in ways that couldn't be described.

Watching you from afar as he leaned against a rock, originally trying to avoid the festivities following the victorious war party he hadn't been allowed to participate in, it was mesmerizing to him how you moved your hips with such sensuality, it took his mind to places. His eyes aglow like molten gold, were glued to your body, followed your every move, refused to leave your enchanting features even for a fleeting moment. The forest immediately dissolved around him into a big blur of dark green, slowly fading into a hushed background, leaving only you as the focal point of his existence, as if completely bewitched by your presence. And for the first time in his life, despite the unyielding strength he commanded in battle, he found himself powerless, absolutely disarmed and vulnerable against the allure you possessed.

He couldn't control the vivid imagines that flooded his mind in the next second when you bend down to gather the empty bottles from the ground so that no one would trip on them, his hidden wants messing with his reality in an instant. His hands on your waist, the rhythm of your bodies in perfect synchrony, the rolling motion of your hips against his, skin on skin, teeth clinking, lips smacking with each hungry kiss. He couldn't help but picture the way you'd respond to his touch, your soft flesh yielding by the firmness of his grip, your head thrown back in ecstasy, your eyes rolling in pleasure, the breathy moans escaping your lips like a siren's call, pulling him closer to you, deeper and deeper into the depths of desire.

Wishful thinking.

He knew that he couldn't resist the gravity of his passion any longer. With every breath, every beat of his heart, he discovered a truth — he was falling, falling, falling, and he couldn't deny it.

Neteyam's breath quickened even more when you met his eyes, only for a second before you quickly looked away, his heart pounded in his chest like the loud drums next to the table with drinks, as he fought to control the raw desire that surged within him. The fire in his loins burned brighter as he felt the energy radiating from you, a magnetic pull even, that defied reason, defied control, defied the chaos raging within him, that became a force he could not contain. And even if the yearning in his blood vessels and the longing in his eyes spoke volumes, his lips remained silent for he had not once dared to confess.

That was however until he heard your laugh a second later when one of your friends said something to you; the combination of eye contact and your melodic laugh gave him the courage to approach you, start a conversation, he had done it many times before, so he could do it again, he was good at small talk, he was Neteyam, it was nothing but child's play for him, he would talk to you and—

"Does Neteyam have any idea how ridiculously gorgeous he is?"

His heart skipped a beat as he overheard your words, spoken with a touch of wonder and followed by a dreamy sigh. The corners of his mouth curled into a soft smile, and his cheeks felt warm as he chuckled to himself, shaking his head slightly. He had never imagined that you would see him in such a light, let alone voice it aloud. It filled him with pride, and he couldn't help but feel a mix of joy and disbelief that he quickly hid with his newfound confidence as he walked the last steps to approach you.

"Well," he said with a playful smile on his lips, "I wouldn't say ridiculously gorgeous, but I do try my best."

Immediately, your eyes grew wide as you opened your mouth to say something but then closed it again, and he thoroughly enjoyed observing the play of expressions on your face. He felt great, his self-doubt vanished in an instant, it was as if a veil had been lifted, revealing a version of himself he had never fully embraced before. With his arms crossed in front of his chest and a smug grin on his face, he watched your every move, every flick of your gaze, every tremble of your finger, the color of your cheeks slightly darker than the rest of your skin, every subtle gesture teased his imagination, fueling his fantasies, like your eyes, big and beautiful, a mix of innocence and surprise in them, he couldn't help but imagine the taste of your lips as you nervously licked over them, those lips, oh, those lips looking as sweet and plump as… he gulped and reminded himself to get it together.

And when you turned around, away from him, without any word, quickly leaving the celebrations, vanishing between the thick leaves of pandora's flora, he kept staring at that place and he smiled, accepting the truth that could not be denied any longer: He was consumed by an insatiable hunger for you, a hunger that only you could satisfy, and he swore to himself, in that exact moment, that he would do anything — no matter the time and costs, even if it meant to put the night sky into chains and conquer all the stars — to make you his, for you were his star, his very personal wishing star.

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hemoglobinjuicebox · 2 days ago

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I want this nerdy wizard man carnally

You stared at him, mouth agape. “You want to do what, exactly?”

Gale shut his book and set it on his nightstand. He turned, propping himself up on his elbow to look at you with those wholesome brown eyes and that cheeky little smile.

“It's just an experiment,” he said. “It's no soul-intertwining metaphysical love-making, but I believe just a touch of magic could make our time in the bedroom just a bit better. Only with your express permission, of course. Just say the word, and we'll be right back to the good old fashioned romp in an instant.”

You were still hesitant, but you decided to humor him. “What would this ‘touch of magic’ entail?”

“It could entail a multitude of things depending on how you want to use it. Mage Hand is a very variable spell.”

You let out a breath of disbelief. “Mage Hand? Is that safe, Gale?”

His face was that of a kicked pup’s. The very notion of him doing anything to hurt you made every inch of his body ache. He drew closer and wrapped you in his arms. His chin sat stop your head, his hands rubbing the curves of your hips. By instinct, you snuggled up to him, tucking your face in the warm crook of his neck.

“It's safe,” he murmured. “But I'd never want you to do anything you didn't want to do. You've been through that enough.”

The two of you lazed in your silence. His lips occasionally brushed your forehead or your temple. Your hands gently scratched his nape and his back, getting all the spots he could never reach alone. Yet, your thoughts lingered elsewhere.

Knowing Gale, if he said something was safe, it most certainly was. He’d never want to hurt you. You were his everything; he repeated it daily. He would likely do so until he drew his last breath.

A touch of magic couldn't hurt, could it?

You spoke up. “Gale?”

He let out a low hum of acknowledgment. You swallowed.

“I… I want to do it.”

He pulled back from you, his hands still resting on your hips. His eyes gleamed with excitement. In the firelight, dim just enough for you to see him and hardly anything more, you could almost mistake them for pools of gold. He pressed a kiss to your forehead and whispered:

“You won't regret it. I promise.”

You soon found yourself reclining against the headboard with your legs spread, cushioned by every pillow Gale could find. There was one for your head, one for your upper back, two for your lower back, and one to keep your hips up. Gale knelt between your knees, keeping your thighs apart with loving hands that explored everywhere they could reach.

“Do you want me to use it before or after you're prepared?” he asked.

You replied swiftly, “After. I… I want your hands first.”

“Your wish is my command. Now, shall we?”

You nodded and took a deep breath. His hand came up to cradle your flushed cheek. The other rubbed small circles around your bud, eliciting a series of lewd noises from your lips. Your thighs twitched with every touch.

“Gods,” Gale breathed. “Look at you. There's nothing more beautiful than the way you look right now. How you always look. How you looked since you first pulled me from that portal and saved my life.”

He caught your lips in a brief, sweet kiss. “I’m the luckiest man in the world.”

Every tender word, every stroke brought you closer and closer. You could feel it building: that special heat that filled your entire body. It made your eyes blur. Sweat glistened on your neck and chest. Your core dripped with your need for him.

You heard the ethereal wisp of magic forming. You saw the glowing blue through the misty haze of your tears. You shuddered as the two digits grazed your folds with a featherlight stroke, the Weave humming against your sensitive skin.

Then, they pushed. You let out a wanton moan as you struggled to take their girth. Gale's thumb loved on your bud as the Mage Hand's fingers curled inside you, hitting exactly where you wanted them to with every thrust. You could barely make out Gale's encouragement as the fingers ravished your core.

Your walls pulsed. Your breathing quickened to short, sharp gasps. Your hands gripped the sheets so tightly that they threatened to rip—

You threw your head back with a cry of pure ecstasy as you came on the fingers of the Mage Hand. Your soaked core fluttered and clenched, drenching the Weave in your release.

Gale leaned in and pressed a long kiss to your lips. He pulled away with a soft whisper:

“You are wonderful.”

#gale dekarios #gale of waterdeep #gale x tav #gale x reader #gale smut #bg3 smut #bg3

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astarionslittletreat · 1 year ago

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Eat You Alive

Gortash x female Durge/Dark Urge

Rating: Explicit

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Word Count: 1k

Tags: smut, sex, piv sex, over-stimulation, bleeding, blood, biting, bondage, domination, threats of violence, threats of murder, sadism, masochism, unhealthy relationship, established relationship, dub-con, unethical use of magic, cock warming, forced orgasm

Author's Note: This is not meant to depict how a relationship should function in any way. Neither character posses any redeeming qualities or are meant to be idolized. This is a work of indulgent fiction. Please read the tags before proceeding.

Summary: She's returned to him, his Bhaalspawn. After vanishing from him without a trace, he's got her exactly where he wants her. Tied up and waiting for him with murderous lust.

Wrists and ankles shackled by purple translucent magic, the Bhaalspawn strains against the spell holding her down. Muscles tensing, she flexes her arms, tries to kick her spread legs but to no avail. She cannot break free. It’s not explicitly uncomfortable. She’s naked, true, exposed to the dark room and her surroundings, but the silk sheets she retrained on have been freshly laundered. The spell curling around her extremities is warm and radiates the feeling of pure magic that sends shivers down her spine as she tries to pull away. She’s of two minds at the moment. The Dark Urge that usually slumbers like a dragon in the back of her mind is wide awake–demanding to be freed. Ordering that they be let go this instant and repaid in blood and flesh and bone. The other part of her mind, her true self, her weak self, nearly lost. Drowning in the madness of her carnality. Aching, wanting, dripping for her lover to touch her. To unburden her of her desires–every single last one of them.

“You’re fucking gorgeous like that–” Lord Enver Gortash’s dark eyes grow hungry as he watches his Bhaalspwan arch her back in a futile attempt to break free. “Spread out like a good girl who just wants to be eaten.” He purrs. Taunting her until she’s so filled with rage, Enver can feel it radiating off her bare skin. “Look at me.” It’s a command tinged with magic, and the Bhaal babe meets his gaze. For the briefest–shortest moment her eyes go soft. It’s so quick, he would have missed it if he hadn’t been staring directly at her because it instantly vanishes. Consumed by the fire burning through her veins. Her murderous rampage simmering in the pit of her stomach. Enver’s cock throbs at the sight of his dark and demented love.

Her eyes dart back and forth across his bedchambers. A feral animal caught in a trap. Searching for a way to get out. To get to him. Restrained as she is, the Bhaalspawn flinches as Enver traces the scars on the inside of her thighs with his fingertips. Some he recognizes, some are new, requiring him to catalog her body once more. She trembles at his touch with a rage and bloodlust that makes Enver grow hard. His cock swells as he palms himself. Stroking just enough to take the edge off as he lowers himself to the bed. Drawn in by her tender fury he moves to worship his lover. To take her into his mouth and press his lips against every new scar she acquired without him by her side.

A sinful mix of Infernal–and possibly Abyssal, if Enver heard correctly, falls from the lips of the Bhaalspawn. Spit like venom. Sung like hymns. “That’s right my love,” Enver praises the words he doesn’t fully understand, but knows all the same. He knows exactly what his love needs before biting down, hard. Blood blooms over Enver’s tongue and the Dark Urge moans in delight.

“I’m going to fucking kill you.” She threatens beautifully. Spitting and hissing in the common tongue for Ever to understand.

He chuckles, “I sincerely hope so, my love.” He had thought himself dead once already. He certainly hadn’t been alive these past few months at the very least. Not when she had disappeared. Gone, without word. Without trace. Without any explanation that was due to him. Of course, he knows now what happened, but the bitter sting of life without what made Enver whole had scarred him. Changed him. A piece of himself vanished when his love disappeared. Abandoning their well-laid plans, the city–him. The fury and indignity at being left behind after so long never quite left. Orin’s death helped, true, but this– this is so much sweeter.

“I’m going to break every bone in your worthless body before I filet you alive!” Spit coats her lips as the Dark Urge screams, and her body fails in painful delight. More–she wants more. She needs Enver now instead of him taking his sweet fucking time.

Evner doesn’t spare her the prep time. She doesn’t need it, doesn’t deserve it. Between her scarred and bleeding thighs, Enver presses the head of his cock to her entrance before pressing in in one long stroke. Settling himself until he’s fully seated inside his love. Oh how he’s fucking missed this. Her mewling gasps of his name. The drool sliding past her lips. The way she tightens, squeezing him as he presses his thumb to her clit. Circling and toying with her. Forcing her into a breakneck speed while he sits there. He spits on her clit for good measure. There will be time for pain later. Right now, the only thing he desires is to feel the Bhaalspawn breaking apart around him.

“Wait!” Panic. “Stop, I can’t–”

“You’re going to fucking come, now.”

Another command, bold but dangerously quiet. Tinged with venom and love. She doesn’t need a spell to obey this time. His familiar heavy weight, his clever hands working her body better than her own self knew how. It was inescapable. Her release surges through her body as she clamps down hard. Her body strains against the magic holding her down, her muscles taught and aching as she tumbles recklessly through the pleasure forced upon her. It hurts. It hurts and she likes that it hurts. That it’s messy and quick. That her legs are weak and she can feel wetness seeping out of her cunt where Enver is still seated and hard. She gasps. Gulping down air as she falls from her high. Her mind floats. The Dark Urge temporarily calmed like a wild beast to music.

Enver allows her a few seconds respite. She had earned that much at least. But the night was young, and he still missed his deadly little Bhaalspawn. He waited until her gasping died down just a bit before he began to circle and toy with her now oversensitive clit. “Another, my pet.”

#baldur's gate 3 #baldurs gale 3 #baldur's gate 3 fanfic #enver gortash #lord enver gortash #enver gortash x dark urge #gortash x durge #gortash x dark urge #the dark urge #gortash smut #enver gortash x durge #prompt request #astarionslittletreat

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kur-ooz · 4 months ago

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The taste of sweetend apple juice invades your tounge before you allow it to slip down your throat.

Another day with restless kids who want to be hero’s, famous colleagues, and stressing over papers to grade.

As much as you like to say you’d hate it, you couldn’t find it in your heart.

You looked at the clock as it continued to tick down time until it was time for you to go back to work.

You were in the break room enjoying a small lunch that you were barely able to pack this morning from how fast you were trying to rush out of the door.

You let out a content sigh, and picked out the bag of chips from your bag, grimacing when you notice what they are. “Ah shit.” You cursed under your breath.

Cheetos, and not the good ones, just the normal plain ones, you hissed angrily at the blatant orange packs with the tiger staring back you, mockingly.

Throwing the fifth back into your lunchbox, suddenly the break room door opened to reveal colleague, and crush.

You suddenly became aware of your posture and appearance, smoothing out your hair before he shut the door with a grunt. He turned to look at you, his bright eyes lighting up. “Hey! I didn’t think anyone was in here! Sorry.” He chuckled nervously.

Acting like you didn’t know he was even there (you did) you smiled, “it’s fine, how’s work going?” You asked before taking another bite of your sandwich.

He sat down, and pulled out his lunch box, you immediately noticed it was all might themed.

Cute

“It’s going fine, the kids are super excited for the hero stuff today.” He responded, while opening his lunchbox, revealing a beautifully prepared bento.

Before you could stop yourself you asked. “Did you make that?” He looked up slightly suprised, the apples of his cheeks glowing. “Uh yeah.”

You began to flush to, you didn’t mean to embarrass him if you did, “Sorry! I didn’t mean to make you feel weird about it.” You quickly apologized.

He looked up once again and then chuckled, “you didn’t, it just uh, kinda embarrassing when your lunch is all might themed.”

“I don’t think it is.” You responded softly, you didn’t think anything he could do would be embarrassing in your eyes, considering your infatuation with him.

His scarred hand stopped midway, “yeah?” He asked for confirmation. “Yeah.” You confirmed.

He smiled and then continued to reach for a small sausage in his lunch box.

Izuku was so interesting to you, he was so open but so shy at the same time, there was so much you wanted to know about him.

You looked back up from your bland sandwich and to him, he was focused on getting another bite of food.

“Izuku.” You called out, he looked back up awaiting for you to speak again.

“Have you ever gotten everything you wanted?” You asked.

It was melancholy, the way his eyes softened, the way his body un-tensed in an almost instant.

“No—but I got really close.”

He responded, you continued to stare at him, his eyes holding some withheld sadness, as if he wouldn’t allow himself to feel it.

You didn’t fully understand, but you weren’t dumb, you’d always noticed it.

There was a time in your career, highschool to be exact, where izuku was everywhere, fighting along side his peers, at some point you began to admire him, because he was always so much stronger than you thought you could ever be.

But you weren’t dumb.

You noticed how he’d look at his friends.

The want, no, the need to be equal again.

Something feral and carnal inside him, even an idiot could notice it, how badly he wanted it.

How sad he looked when he knew he couldn’t.

Honestly you felt like it was torture, sitting him down in the very same classroom that got him to the point he’s at now.

But you knew he didn’t feel that way, everybody knew that.

Because even though he wasn’t equal, and how badly it hurt to have what he wanted most snatched away from him right at the cusp of his life.

Everyone knew he didn’t regret a thing, and that’s why you admired him so much.

Izuku Midoriya.

Bye I was trying not to sob while making this, GIVE HIM BACK HIS QUIRK NEOW! Anyway this was inspired by an edit I saw, it was so good

#💌…#izuku x y/n #izuku midoria x reader #mha izuku #izuku x reader #bnha izuku #izuku mydoria #izuku midoriya #izuku fanart #my hero fanfic #my hero acedamia

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ichorai · 10 months ago

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ties that bind ; nanami kento ; march 30th.

pairing ; nanami kento x reader

drabble synopsis ; you and nanami take an evening walk to feed the stray cats in the neighborhood.

themes ; fluff, slice of life, established relationship (married), parents au

warnings / includes ; suggestive near the end :) also nanami is a cat man and no one can convince me otherwise

series masterlist.

30th march, 2019

“Ah, there’s so many!” you exclaimed in utter delight when another two cats came trotting up to you, joining the three already meandering around your crouched legs. “Kento, we should bring more fish next time. Oh, they’re just so cute.”

You and Nanami were on your routine weekly evening walk around the neighborhood, and this time you’d brought a can of fish for the stray cats you occasionally spotted loitering around. The kind, elderly neighbor the two of you trusted wholly was watching baby Yuriko while you were out.

Your husband made a soft noise of agreement, before lowering himself to a squat next to you, reaching out to run his hand over one of the stray cat’s heads—a small calico with a long, curvy tail. A contented purr rumbled in her throat at the touch.

You continued to preen over the kitties, spooning out fish from the single can you had brought. Nanami watched you with a small smile on his face.

“We should adopt one of them,” you mused, more as a pleasant daydream you were vocalizing out loud rather than an actual suggestion. “I mean, I know we already have our plates full with Yuriko and work… but it would be nice for her to grow up with a pet.”

Hungry meows filled the short silence between the two of you as Nanami thought your words over.

“I don’t see why not,” he replied. He was already feeling partial towards the little calico, with her large orange eyes and sharp snout, tail happily swishing as she munched on some of the flaky fish.

It amused him how you visibly perked, shoulders straightening. “Really?”

“Yes, really. If you want to.”

“Ah, this is so exciting!” You were all smiles then, bouncing on the balls of your heels. You leaned forward to press half a dozen kisses over the side of Nanami’s face in rapid succession. The usually-stoic expression on his face cracked into a bashful, lovesick expression directed towards you. “Looks like these strays have been spayed and neutered. They all have clipped ears.”

Nanami gestured towards the calico, now cleaning her muzzle with her speckled right paw. “I like this one. What do you think?”

“I love all of them,” you admitted with a little sigh. “But I think we can only handle one for now, so—she seems perfect.”

Humming, Nanami reached out to run his large hand over the calico’s back. “We’ll need to stop by a pet store to get everything. Food, a litter box, some enrichment toys, and anything else we might need. Tomorrow after work, maybe?”

“If you’re not too tired,” you quipped with a teasing prod to his shoulder.

“When am I not?” he dryly remarked, before petting the little cat one last time, and pushing himself back up to full height. He reached a hand out to help you onto your feet, curling an arm over your waist. “We can come back tomorrow with a carrier—and if she’s still here, we bring her home.”

“Sounds like a plan,” you replied with an excited bounce. His warm palms gently squeezed your sides over your shirt—Nanami wasn’t a man who got excited, but your energy was deliciously infectious, much like many other things about you. He kissed you then, somehow simultaneously sweet and desperate, his nose pressed up next to yours.

You got the message instantly. “Let’s get home, yeah?” you whispered against his lips, words breathy and eyes alight with both amusement and poorly-masked want. There was a carnal tone to your words, one that he recognized in an instant.

Needless to say, your evening walk turned into a brisk jog back home—the neighbor could watch Yuriko for another half an hour, right?

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forcemasculinisation · 1 year ago

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I am really starting to question my gender.... Should i act on it? How should i start? I think i want to feel like a real man...

Those are good questions, anon. I can answer the second one first.

How to Start Force Masculinising Yourself (or how others can help you become a man)

There are two main areas you should work on if you want to "feel like a real man". Those are physical changes and mental changes. I'll give you three you can start with, avoiding the obvious option of medical transition (because, quite frankly, it's expensive and difficult to obtain).

Some examples of small physical changes you can start with:

Wearing more masculine clothes: this can include straight-legged low-waisted pants, darker clothes to hide your shape, muscle tees to accentuate your biceps, and other typically masculine attire. You can even start to wear gym clothes your regular clothes for convenience.

Cutting/changing your hair: this can be a very big change. You don't need to do this at all, as there are many masculine individuals with long hair. But cutting your hair is a sure-fire way to make yourself feel more masculine. It's a very instant feeling. Make sure you know exactly what hairstyle you want, and show image references to your barber. (For my black brothers, locing your hair can be good a step closer to masculinity.)

Altering your posture and mannerisms: the way you walk and talk is very important. Keeping your feet further apart when you stand and sit, putting your hands in your pockets, walking slower but with slightly larger strides: these are all things I do that help me personally feel masculine. Make eye contact (if you can) and keep your head up. Laugh loudly. Don't be afraid to fuck up, and don't cower in embarrassment.

Now, some mental changes:

Affirmations: Feels fucking stupid, I know. But following blogs like mine is already a type of affirmation. At this stage, if you've read this far, you know you are a man. So affirming the fact daily is just repeating something you're already aware of. If you don't believe it, then saying it so many times makes it even more true.

Pronoun correction and name changes: If you can, shorten your name, or alter it so it can be seen as masculine. It's never too late to chose a nickname, don't think of what others would think by this abrupt change. Sooner or later, you'll have the same people who were judging you start referring to you as a boy because of your carnal boyish nature. Using he/him pronouns, ironically at first. You'll grow to adore it, right?

Packing: I would have put this in the physical section, but it's something only you would be able to know and feel. Having a cock between your legs... Even stuffing folded socks in your boxers to just feel a bulge of some sorts. People don't understand how much power that makes you feel. You can even just close your eyes and imagine your phantom cock. If it doesn't make you feel stupid, you can imagine holding it, stroking it until you swear it's real.

These are just some. As for your first question about whether you should act on it... Does the above sound exciting to you? If yes, then you should. If not, you should consume forcemasc content for just a few more hours...

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cyberrose2001 · 2 months ago

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no because now that I may or may not have pirated the entire transformers one movie the overwhelming urge to fuck sentinel has increased tenfold

Heavy breathing I don't just need him carnally I need to go spelunking in this twunk right this fucking instant.

I have an ao3 account why don't I make my own dreams come true RGGREAHHHH

i will never get over the use of the word "spelunking" in that context HAHAHHHAHA

i remember you used to write, and i bet you still can so GO AND MAKE YOUR DREAMS A REALITY!!! because lord knows we need more content of sentinel

#tf one #tf one sentinel #valveplug #asks

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anjelicawrites · 2 years ago

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Follows directly from this because I am a hoe. NSFW and 18 + only, obviously. Loss of virginity, cunnilingus, cumplay, overstinulation, romance (hey it’s me!). Reader is AFAB but I’m using they/them pronouns. By the way, the crown stays on during sex.

“I ask for so little. Just fear me. Love me. Do as I ask, and I shall be your slave”.

You take a too deep breath in surprise, your eyes widening.

“If you answer ‘no’, I will never bother you again - he says, feigning a calm he doesn’t feel - if it’s ‘yes’, though, we can marry right this instant and never be parted again”.

His hand hovers near you face, on instinct you close your eyes and lean into his warmth, realizing too late what you’ve done, Aemond smirks in victory.

You need to say no, it’s easy, one word and you’ll never see him again. You’ll never see him again, the realization hits you like an horse’s hoof in the chest. He is... he is many things, awful and terrible, beautiful and enchanting, fair and cruel. You can change him, you tell yourself, you know there’s still a good man in there, maybe with your help... you are lying to yourself, you desire him carnally, there’s no salvation for him and you as well: all these night spent imagining his weight on your body, your hands giving you a pleasure that tasted like ashes in your mouth. Liar! Liar! A whore, the whore of the Kinslayer turned King.

“Yes” you murmur, eyes lowered.

You are ashamed of yourself, your baser instincts winning against your morality; you don’t want to be parted from him, though.

“Look into my eye, my sweet - his fingers find your chin, delicately he lifts your face - Did I hear well? Did you say yes?”

“I did” you can feel shame spreading his warm fingers throughout your body, all your fighting for nothing

“Thank you my love. You will never regret your decision”.

You don’t have time to answer with anything, Aemond’s voice calls for a Septon; he is not going to waste a moment more.

The old man tries to say something, Aemond doesn’t care and forces the man to marry you two on the spot, your hands tremble in his, your voice breaks as you go through your vows. It’s good that Aemond carries you bridal style out of the throne room, your legs shake too much to get you anywhere.

With long strides he marches through the maze that’s the Red Keep, you hide your face against the leather of his tunic, shame and desire battle in your chest, until Aemond opens a big door which leads into a sparsely furnished room where a huge bed catches your eye.

“I didn’t want to furnish our marital chambers by myself. They belong to you too, my love” he says earnestly, your head spins at the thought, all the fears your Septa instilled in your brain surfacing.

Aemond delicately places you on the bed, then he kneels between your legs, his eye searching yours.

“My beloved, I swear I will keep you safe from everything, even myself - you gasp in surprise - outside I am their King, the one they should respect and fear, within these walls I am your humble slave. Ask me anything and I will do it, you command me here”

“Aemond...”.

He’s left you speechless, his cheeks bear a faint redness under your stare, his face on your knees in surrender, your hand on his nape, savoring the soft skin there.

“Please, do of me what you want - he purrs like a cat - have me, release me from this pain”.

His hand goes to the bindings of your dress, the other to the buckles of his tunic, waiting for your permission to start undressing the two of you. You nod, the knot in your throat forbids you from speaking, your breath hastens as both your clothes fall from your bodies, until you are in your shift and he is in his breeches, opened to relieve the pressure of his erect cock.

You can see his manhood partially, the girth terrorizes you: that would never fit inside of you, he’s going to tear you open! Your hands stop his from advancing up your legs, from brunching up your shift, he stares quizzically.

“Please don’t hurt me - you can’t control the panic in your voice - please I don’t want to be hurt!”

“I would never do such a thing!” his hands fly to your face to dry your tears

“The Septa said - your words are stopped by sobs - she said... she said it will hurt and that I should subject myself to it for my husband. I am so scared Aemond! It looks so big!” you start crying uncontrollably, your face against his naked chest.

Aemond hugs you tight, his arms keeping you upright against his body, his lips softly murmuring sweet nothings in High Valyrian to soothe you, his poor love. He knows he is big, he still thanks the Gods that have given him the chance to learn how to use it in Harrenhall and helped him overcome all that happened to him, to be ready for you, his true love.

When your tears finally stop, he dries your face with his thumbs, his lips find your forehead.

“What’s the name of the Septa? I will have her publicly punished as my wedding gift for you”

“No Aemond please! She was doing her job! - your hands go to his naked chest, your fingers scratching his skin - I don’t want blood and pain as my wedding gift, please!”

“Will I ever be able to tell you no, my love? - he concedes with an unhappy hmm - I will sternly reprimand her, will that be acceptable for you?”

“Yes, thank you” you answer, your eyes avoiding his, you feel so ashamed

“Will my beloved spouse give me a kiss? A real one?” he tries to be cheeky to diffuse your fear, you nod, shyly.

His lips on yours are soft, he tries to keep under control his need to finally have you, his hands on your hips fist the soft material of your shift; he knows that, if his hands were in your beautiful locks, he’d lose control. You moan in the kiss and he slips his tongue in your mouth, gently playing with yours, your hands in his hair fist his locks until your lips part. You look so beautiful, your chest rises and falls fast, your lips plush from the kissing, your eyes big with curiosity and fear. His hand travels to your cheek to caress the skin there, to give you solace.

“I can’t promise it will be painless. There are ways for me to prepare you and minimize the discomfort. Would you like me to try?”.

In his mind Aemond is begging you to let him make love to you; now that he knows your taste he’s barely keeping any form of control on himself. His cock hurts with every breath he takes, he needs to be buried inside of you. You push your forehead against his; you know he’ll be gentle, your heart knows it, your brain tells you that sooner or later this marriage should be consumed, better do it now than later, when you’ll be even more terrorized by the memory of his girth.

“Yes, please. Be gentle” you hate that your voice sounds so small and scared

“Always. You command my every action” and you do, you just need to ask and he’ll burn the Seven Kingdoms for you, you are the only one that truly matters.

Your hands shake uncontrollably when you bunch your shift around your hips and remove it with a big huff of breath. You don’t look at him as he stares at your naked body, the heath of his stare enough to turn your nipples into pebbles. He says something you don’t understand in High Valyrian, his eye trained on you for the longest time to imprint in his mind your form. He tries to hide a moan of pain the moment he stands up to remove his breeches, he turns around not to scare you with his manhood and you stare at his ass, firm and toned. You shouldn’t find him as beautiful as you do, the Kinslayer King, the Monster King, the man who has shown you only kindness.

“Lie down on the bed, your head on the pillows, you need to be comfortable for this”.

His voice wakes you up from your thoughts, he is naked, the scars and healed burns everywhere on his body, one of his hands cups his engorged manhood while the other goes to the small piece of leather keeping his hair out of his face. He’s far more handsome than you could ever imagine.

“I thought I should turn around” again, the shyness in your voice, you hate it

“Let’s forget what your Septa told you. Lie down and spread your legs, I want to see all of you”.

Shame burns through you as you comply. How bad must he think of you when seeing your wet cunt on display, the symbol of your need for him. You close your eyes and miss his tongue wetting his lips, so much sweet nectar already and you have just kissed; his cock pulsates painfully at the thought of breaching your virgin cunt open and mold it to accept his cock and his cock only.

“Look at me” he commands and you can only follow his order.

His hunger scares you, the dark smile on his face, the way the lilac burns in his lonely eye give away how much he wants you and your body, the pain and pleasure he’ll bestow over you before the night is over.

Like a predator he stalks towards you on his hands and knees, until he is between you legs, his face over yours, his cock leaking right over your cunt. Your hand goes to his eye patch, your fingers curl around the strap

“Please Aemond?”

“You wouldn’t like it” he says, immediately self conscious

“I am as naked and defenseless as I’ll ever be, please husband”.

He sneers, for a second you are afraid you have angered him, that his words were all for show

“Your wish is my command, but remember that you asked for this”.

With a fluid movement he removes his crown to make space for the eye patch to be thrown away. You would have expected everything, but the sapphire nestled in his void orbit surprises you, it’s sparkling quality reflects the distorted image of the person you’ve become after saying ‘yes’ to him. Without thinking you lift yourself up and kiss the scar, soft, butterfly kisses spread on its entirety as Aemond trembles over you, your courage and affection a surprise for him.

When you lie back on the bed, his lonely eye holds a different quality, a feeling of warmth and care you’ve never seen there, he even looks like he’s going to cry.

“Aemond?”

You want to ask if he’s feeling good, you want to say how sorry you are, his voice stops you, the desire and pain clear

“Please my love, I need you. It hurts so much to keep myself under control”.

Your eyes travel to his cock, angry red in contrast to his fair skin, the veins prominent and fluid leaking from its head. You spread your legs even more for him, your cream forming the thin tendrils between your lips.

“Do what you need, husband, I don’t want to cause you any more pain. Bury yourself into me, I don’t care if it hurts”

“But I do, my love”.

Slowly he lowers his face to yours, his lips finding yours in a scorching kiss, his tongue entwined with yours, his cock slipping up and down your wet slit. You moan in the kiss, your legs instinctively curling around his hips, his hands spreading them open again. He travels downward, his mouth leaving kisses and hickeys everywhere on your body that will be hidden by your clothes, his tongue wickedly soothing were his teeth hurt you. Those beautiful white pearls worry your delicate nipples until you sob and beg for mercy, his lips sucking the pain away. You don’t know where he is going, you are conscious only of the trail of fire he leaves on your body, the way he makes you feel, out of control and wild, your hips crushed by his weight, or they would buck violently. When he finally arrives your pussy, you are leaking obscenely, your legs over his shoulders otherwise you’ll close them in shame, his eyes feasting on the spectacle that’s your hole clenching around nothing; soon enough it will clench around his tongue, and cock.

Despite the agony that’s his manhood, he kisses up your tights, his teeth leaving marks of ownership all over the soft skin, until he can spit on your cunt, adding to the mess there. You are already out of control, your hands curling on the cold metal of his crown and his silky hair, his tongue invading your hole has you holler, you are so sensible now, his nose the sweetest torture against your clitoris, his hands manacles on your thighs. He kisses you leisurely, torturing your delicate pearl until you explode on his face, his hips grounding painfully on the sheets. He needs to be inside of you, you are not ready and he is not going to come outside of you. He can hear your ragged breath, he knows he should grant you mercy, but he is running out of time and he eats you again, two fingers spreading your hole slowly, looking for that special place that will make you come. You beg him, you scream his name as he explores you, scissoring his fingers to open you up, his tongue everywhere until you come again and he doesn’t stop, a third finger breaches you and your ordeal continues, pleasure burning your body, your hands fruitlessly try to dislodge his face to no avail, each orgasm robs you of your strength, until you lie in a puddle of your own cum and his saliva.

He’s never seen anything more beautiful than you now, loose and ready, tears down your cheeks, eyes lost. Aemond fists his cock to spread the mess of combined comes all over his shaft: now you are ripe for him to take.

His long body covers yours and you look at him lost when you feel your legs being placed on his trim hips, his bulbous head entering your hole. He doesn’t stop when you moan and arch your back, his voice softly telling you that is better this way; you feel like he’s cutting you open, loose and wet as you are, you can feel his girth, every inch of it inside of you and you wail your discomfort until his hips touch yours and you’ve never felt this full in your entire life.

You are velvet, silk around his cock, your muscles trying to clench around his thick manhood, your fingers scratching down his back keep him routed, until he can’t control himself anymore and his hips start moving, slow and deep pushes that breach you open even more, your nerves firing with every movement, pleasure sparkling slowly throughout your body with each push. Your hips start following his, your feet planted on the sheets to help you move, help you reach this pleasure you know is just within your reach. You scream when Aemond changes his angle and start hitting a special place within your body, your cunt squeezing him brutally, his thumb on your clit until you come and he follows with a bellow of pleasure. You have no control over your body now, you can’t close your legs or stop the overflow of his seed out of your abused hole.

“Look at me, my love”.

His voice is fatigued and low, your eyes obey his command. He is kneeling between your legs, his chest rising and falling hastily, his spent cock is covered by both your fluids and specks of your virginal blood. Keeping the eye contact, he drags his index finger through the mess and sucks it; he continues until he’s cleaned himself up and you are burning with shame and need. He lies on the bed on his side, facing you, his arm curling around your tired body.

“A good man would clean you up and let you sleep, you did so good for me. I am no good man, though, I will have you again and again, until my hunger is seated”.

He makes good on his promise, taking you until you beg him softly to stop, that it hurts; even then he can’t stop being inside of you, his soft cock nestled into your hole. You wake up to his hips moving languorously against yours, his manhood hard inside of you and he makes you ride him, until the pleasure wins over the shame you feel.

When the servants come for the morning bath, he orders them away and carries you to the tub, where he washes you, his fingers slipping inside your sore hole until you come for him, again, his lips stealing your breathless moans of pleasure and pain.

He leaves you be for the day, in charge of organizing the furniture of your shared chambers. It takes you the whole day, he has so many books and you too many dresses (the Seven help you when all your belongings arrive to King’s Landing), that dinner time comes and you are barely done. You are organizing the quills and parchments on his desk, when he enters on swift feet; he takes advantage of you not noticing him, to reach you and hug you from behind. You scream in fear and he kisses the side of your neck, his voice softly telling you to calm down as his hands travel to your chest.

“Aemond - you beg - please I am still recuperating”

“I’ve left you to your own devices all day, you can’t be that sore - one hand bunches up your dress to get to your weeping hole - you are deliciously wet, my love and we have all these furniture to christen”.

Your hands grab the wood of the desk as his index slides inside of you. He is right, you are ready for him, again.

“Just, be gentle, please? I am so sore” you try to hide your face, to no avail, he wants to kiss you as his hands undress you both.

He has you on his desk, fast and hungry, books and quills shaking with every trust and then you ride him slowly on his sturdy chair, him moaning against your naked chest, leaving kisses and hickeys everywhere his lips can reach. He’s still inside of you when his hand follows the curve of your ass to your puckered hole.

“Aemond!” you squeal, trying to move your backside away from his hands

“You have two other holes for a reason - his voice is dark and smoky in your ears - if you’ll let me, I’ll make sure to show you how pleasurable their use can be”.

You moan, knowing that you will give in sooner or later.

On his knees he licks you clean, leaving your overused clit alone. The King on his knees for me, you think, everyone fear him and he is mine to command. An unknown rush of power travels through you, you shudder and it’s not for his ministration.

Aemond keeps you for himself for as long as he can, taking your body to the heights of pleasure, fucking you with a hand on your mouth as the Kingsguard relates messages to him outside your chambers, because your moans are only his and nothing is more important than filling you with his seed and giving you pleasure. It becomes a problem when the people at court start talking, whispering that maybe the King is ashamed of his consort, thus keeping you under lock and key, away from prying eyes. One unlucky lady says this within his reach, the first day you are with him in the Throne Room and he is fuming with rage, ready to have her tongue removed for her stupidity. You are the only reason she can leave court and King’s Landing whole, asking the King to show mercy; you are conscious of the way the courtesans stare at you, your own power naked to their eyes.

That very same night you are straddling his hips, his cock nestled flat between your drenched lips. On a whim you grab his throat, not tight enough to hurt, but you want to stake your claim; his eye widen and you can feel his cock jump between your folds.

“You said I command you here, my slave King. What would you do if I order you to make love to me slowly? Or to not touch me for the whole night?”

“I would do as you say” his whole body shudders and relaxes under yours, the crown askew on his head

“Make love to me my slave King, then, be tender with me” and he does, for hours.

You wake up later that night, the candles long consumed, the light of the full moon lightens the whole room. Aemond is hugging you, your face burrowed against his chest; you need to use the restroom, every time you try to move your husband tightens his arms around your body. You think about the interaction with that stupid lady, how Aemond had yielded to your prayers; maybe there still is a good man there, you weren’t just fooling yourself in order to accept his offer. He’s done nightmarish things during the Dance, who hadn’t though? Maybe, just maybe, he can change, with your help he can become a merciful ruler, show your people the same kindness he does you, even in the depths of passion, when he burns you with his desire. Maybe you will win this challenge, you hope as his arms curl like manacles around your tired body.

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v3nusxsky · 2 years ago

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Hello miss Mars, can u do this for me

Let's say lesso was turned into idk an animal by one of her students of course she gets turned back to normal but the only thing that didn't change was her strap she has ready for her professor gf reader.

(So do you know when animals F the males D gets swollen and big on the inside right)

First round was smooth(just c@mming), second round reader is riding lesso(by that readers legs are shaking, and a tear, squirting)

Third round it's alot more heated,(doggy style, reader keeps telling lesso faster) because of what happened earlier her strap had gotten swollen and big, stretching the living out of reader(which reader enjoys very much) which causes reader to c@m,squirt alot, and maybe a little pee leaving the sheet just wet. Leaving both reader and lesso breathless, shaking, and unable to speak. Lesso then pull out of her, pulling and stretching reader alittle more.

{Mommy kink and breeding kink}

(You don't have to but can we have alot of dialog, even the moaning and screaming...can this be long too?)

{Please do not rush with the stories or this one please we appreciate your work miss Mars have a nice day/night😊❤️⚘️}

Leo’s omega

*Authors note~ my first ever a/b/o omegaverse fic I'm absolutely in love with these kind of fics*

Trigger warnings~ Alpha Leo Omega r mommy kink breeding kink knot squirting rough sex heat rut praise degrading begging G!P lesso

Prompt~ see ask^^^^^

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You loved when you got to assist in your girlfriends classses, it was always an experience. Most of the time after the lessons ended you were promptly leant over her desk and railed into a new universe. Only this time things happened more literally than normal.

Lesso had her class practicing curses, and you were intrigued with how well they'd progressed until Hort has a go. He decided to curse Leonora and yourself, so confident with his abilities that he would be able to turn you both back. Lesso threatened him with the doom room should he fail so the pressure was on. He did his curse, you and Leonora being transported into another universe, one where you felt the need to be with Leo, all the time. You noted that Leo seemed to be backing in that universe and extremely protective of you, her stance guarding you from the strangers here. Only then you were ripped back into your normal verse. Nothing went wrong to your knowledge until you felt it. That same need to be near her, and the scent was overwhelming. You felt your thighs drench with slick.

You and lesso were active but you'd never felt this before, you seemed to be triggering Leonora's senses as well, she immediately became territorial of you, the students now shaking with fear at her dominance. Hort admitted to sending you to the OmegaVerse, and before he fled the room he reminded Leonora of one think, you'd never be human again. A hybrid and it was clear to Lesso what stance you both took. The straining member in her pants replacing her strap as you stood an unmated Omega, her Alpha wanting to claim you as hers. No not want, needing to. Your scent sweet, too sweet. She needed you and that took forefront of her mind Hort could be dealt with later.

Both yourself and Leonora made your way to your room, the scent of your own items calming you slightly. But Leonora couldn't say the same, "fuck you're in heat" Leo whined seemingly knowing more about this than you, yet all you acted about was quenching this insatiable need. "Leo I need you so bad it hurts, want you to claim me make me yours need you."

It was as if those words awoke her most carnal desires, her lips on yours instantly as she tore through your clothing. You weren't much better shredding her clothing in a instant, her scent driving you wild with need. You need her to rail you into next week and something foreign. Your thighs were absolutely covered in slick, "Leo? Why's so much?" You mumbled confused before your eyes found her erect cock and it seemed to be starting to swell at the base. "You're in heat my Omega" she growled which caused something to stir within you. Hers. But when you touched your scent gland there was no mark there. "Show me alpha."

There was no need for any foreplay with how your slick was dripping but lesso still wanted to shower your breasts with attention while she fucked you sense, her pace more brutal and fast than normal. Due to your heat, the scent of an alpha you were cumming within minutes. Once was not going to be enough for either of you. So lesso flipped on her back and guided you to straddle her cock. "Fuck mine, fuck want to breed your cunt and fill it with my pups, you will look so beautiful full of my pups" she growled her fingers gripping your hips hard enough to bruise as you bounced on her cock. Leonora wasn't going to stop until you came all over her while she tried to hold herself off wanting to pleasure you as much as she could before she let you have her knot. You came when she bit into your scent gland squirting all over her stomach, the stretch of her new appendage tearing you ever so slightly not that you cared, the state of euphoria you were in was unlike no other.

You didn't realise you were crying until you felt her tongue licking her mark clean, the little droplets of blood causing her to moan happily before she came to lick your tears. It was animalistic not that you cared, you needed more and you were in a state of being willing to do anything for it. "Leo, need more, alpha please knot me, make me full of your pups, please alpha I need you" your whispered and whines of need caused Leonora's restraint to snap. You were quickly positioned on your hands and knees as she entered your cunt so easily, her hands massaging the oil gland on the small of your back which has a pleased whimper falling from you. Her pace ruthless as she hammered into you feeling the pressure at the base of her dick become overwhelming. “Faster alpha harder got more please Leo faster please!”

"Oh mommy! Want your knot. Give it to me alpha please make me take it" you all but screamed for her as she bit over her mark she'd previously made causing you to squirt as her knot slipped into you, bonding you both together, her spurts of white hot cum painting the walls of your fluttering cunt white. The knot to ensure some of the cum with catch with your womb and you'd be round and full of her pups. Your stomach had a slightly noticeable bulge as you both howled in delight, your inner desires met. The scent of your alpha easing you down from euphoria.

Only when her knot depleted did she remove her dick from you, your cunt gaping from such a large intrusion and the tear noticeable there, you couldn't help but whimper before burying your nose into her scent glad. The effect she had on you was addictive and all you wanted was for her to hold you surrounded by the softest blankets and pillows, the urge to create a nest for you both slightly overwhelmed you but your exhaustion won out as long as she was with you. You'd create a nest later when your heat died down until then you'd need Leonora, your alpha, to make it all better and fuck you into a euphoric bliss, you quickly realised the uncomfortable body temperature was a sign of heat but knowing she'd claimed you as hers helped. "I love you my Omega." Was the last thing you heard.

Word count~ 1337

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