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too busy being yours | lewis hamilton

teammate + driver!reader

summary inspired by hozier's cover of do i wanna know

word count 4.4k

warnings 18+ content. angry/hate sex. choking. oral (f receiving), praise kink. kinda angsty a bit. i tried to make this neutral so it could be mercedes!lewis or ferrari!lewis. unedited bcs i couldn't be bothered. many grammatical errors. english is not my first language.

author's note i hate how fucking long this is bcs it was supposed to be a short blurb but i got too carried away as i always do. this fic drained me so idk if it's any good but i hope u guys enjoy

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this is just sex, you said to yourself the first time lewis was fucking you after your overtake in miami causing him to lose his chance at getting a podium.

"you kept pissing me off since the day we met, you know," he said as he wrapped his large inked hand around your throat, your head turned to one side and your cheek pressed hard floor of his driver's room.

a tear escaped your eyes as they rolled back, his cock ramming into you. he gave you so little time to adjust to his size and it burned. he was bigger than anyone you have ever taken, combined with the way he was choking you, the brutal pace of his cock ramming inside you, it was pain mixed with pleasure. you never felt like this is with anyone else, and it made the experience better all together.

"so— you couldn't— fuck. you couldn't stop— thinking about me since then? is that what— you're saying?" you sassed him back.

he almost didn't make you cum that day.

for some reason, somehow you have always expected things to end like this between the two of you. not that you think about him bending your knees to your chest and fucking you hard until you see stars and all you could think about was how deep he is inside you on daily basis but it has become some fort of tradition for you two to get on each other's nerves every week, and he looks like the type who would let out his frustration with sex. it was like it was bound to happen.

the second time it happened, you tell yourself that he was just trying to make you feel better, after you crashed against alex albon in japan.

"let me take care of you." he assured, sinking to his knees in your hotel room's floor. his hands were spreading your legs wide for him to bury his face in between them.

you propped yourself on your elbows, wanting to watch him and you swore you never thought he could be this gentle with you after what happened in his driver's room. his thick lips smeared long, wet kisses all over your thighs, eyes stay locked with yours, taking in your reaction. your chest heaved and you released a shaky breath, throwing your head back the moment his tongue dived into your sensitive parts.

he was going slow, careful of your injuries but not too slow that he was depriving you of that high. his tongue moved in the most articulate ways, fingers pumping in and out like he just knew what would makes you click and shatter. as if he was already a pro at at the art of pleasuring you, despite this being his first time putting his tongue on you.

"i want to hear you," he lifted his head for a split second to say, half a whisper after he noticed how you were, how you were biting your bottom lip, trying to suppress the sinful sounds from escaping your lips.

"someone— might hear—"

"i wanna hear you." he repeated, firm but gently. "please, sweetie. i wanna hear you fall apart for me."

when your eyes met his, somehow it was clear that this was not the same man who had fucked you hard on the floor of his driver's room a few weeks ago. his eyes were different. you hoped your own were not deceiving you because you could swore it was filled with a different kind of lust compared to the first time.

noticing your hesitation, he took your hand and brought it to his head, gesturing you to guide him by grabbing his braids.

"come on. show me what you like. i want to know."

"i want to know."

you wanted to argue that he didn't have any reason to. why should he know how to eat you out until your body shook from pleasure and your eyes see stars? why should he know how to flick his tongue in ways that would make his name the only word you could remember? having lewis hamilton, the seven time formula 1 world champion on his knees with his head in between your legs is not something that would ever happen again, no.

but you found yourself spreading your legs a little bit further, trying to make your body relaxed and comfortable on the hotel bed. you gathered his braids since his hair tie has gone somehow, and he let you. he dived back to your clit, and groaned, loving the way you guided him in order to help you reach your peak.

he made you cum twice with his tongue and fingers. then with his cock, and again it was different from the first time. he let you stare into his big brown eyes, his braids hung like curtains on either side of his face as his bare frame towered over your naked body, your legs locked around his waist.

he was thrusting into you slow and deep, like he wanted you to feel every inch of him, to draw those little gasps of yours he was starting to get obsessed with. he wanted to see your eyes flutter as he hits that sweet spot inside you, the one that would make you utter his name like a prayer.

you tried to focus more on the pleasure he was bringing and less on the fact that this felt like he was making love to you. because it couldn't. that word should be forbidden from both your lips and his. this was not love. he was only fucking you this slow and this gentle because you got into a crash. he was afraid he could cause more serious injuries to you even though there wasn't even any to begin with.

the third time, it was after you and him achieved podium together but that race was a bit different than the other. a historic 1-2 at your team's home race, the first since you joined the team. a win with lewis here was something you were determined to happen since the beginning of the season and it finally came true.

your lips never lacked a smile since you crossed the checkered flag with lewis behind you. the long, tight hug that you two shared, especially the way he was burying his face in the crook of your neck, his hand rubbing your back and the way tears were streaming down your cheeks were definitely one of the most talked-about topics among fans that week. but you couldn't care any less. a lot has happened for you personally. you were unable to give your 100% when the season starts, and a bunch of DNFs and crashes did not help your case either. podium started to feel like a distant dream. you thought about the fact that your contract was ending this year and had not been renewed yet. you needed this win and thankfully it proved something to the team. you wanted them to forget about finding a new driver to replace you next year because the old you were still here. struggling with a new car design is something common among formula 1 drivers. lewis knew it all too well.

that is why he cannot stop praising you that night.

"you did great, sweetie. you were amazing." he said with each slow thrust of his cock, earning soft sighs from your lips. his strong arms were cradling your face, forcing you to meet his gaze.

"you— you were great too." you said, trying to redirect it to him, hating the way your cheeks grew warm at his praise. you've spent so much time arguing and getting on each other's nerves that being praised by him felt strange though not unwelcome. in fact, you hated how much you loved it. hated how it was the only thing that you crave to hear from his pretty mouth from now on. no more bickerings. no more quick retorts. just his sweet tongue making you feel good about yourself, verbally and physically.

"no, no. this is about you. you did great. you deserved every bit of this. don't you?" you delt him slowing down. you bit your bottom lip, too overwhelmed by his intense gaze to say anything.

"i asked you a question, sweetie." he demanded an answer, keeping his tone soft. his voice was barely a whisper.

"i— mhmm.... please.... move." was all you could say instead as you turned your head, trying to hide from his gaze. you never felt so small. this feelings burned.

"answer my question, first. you did great, didn't you? sweet girl?"

you whimper pathetically at the new nickname, letting him grab your chin to meet his eyes once again.

"i didn't..... early on. i wasn't doing good." you say quietly. you don't know why that was in your mind at the time. you should be enjoying the day, that moment. your win, the way he was filling you up to the brim. nothing else matters. what more could you asked for?

except maybe more assurance from him. that this win was not because of luck. was purely your hard work. was because you fucking deserved it.

"that's normal, sweetie. they made a lot of upgrades and improvements this year, didn't they? it's normal to take time to readjust to some changes. don't beat yourself up for it. you're a great driver. everybody knows that. i knew it."

why the fuck do you feel like a rookie right now? you didn't need to hear all that. you've been in this sport for years. you've moved teams, dealt with the fact that you had driven and struggled with far shittier cars. but why did lewis' words make you feel slightly better, deep down? why did he make me feel relaxed enough to unclench your jaw and to drop your tensed shoulders? how did he know exactly what you needed to hear? how did he manage to read you so well?

"y-yeah." you nod breathlessly, agreeing, especially when he finally moved his hips again, but it wasn't enough to make you reach that peak again and he knew it.

"repeat after me: i deserve this."

"lewis—"

"say it or you're not cumming tonight."

you swallowed, lips trembling. as threatening as it soundes, you knew lewis didn't mean that. but still, he's a man of his words. you didn't want to risk the perfect night you and him are having.

and maybe, just maybe, you start listening to his words. you start pushing away all those negative thoughts that were trying to drown your victory today.

"i...." you take a deep breath. "i deserve this."

"louder." he demanded again as he shifted between your hips, gripping your thighs tighter, his eyes never wavered from yours.

"i deserve this." you did as he commanded, with a much firmer tone, like you really mean it.

because you did. you fucking deserve this win. this team. this life. him.

"you did great today." lewis started fucking you again deeply, not hurried with his pace.

"i did great today." you gasped.

"that's my good girl."

you're his good girl.

he kissed you that night, for the first time ever, which surprised you when you thought about it again. the first time you two fucked, you never get to so much as a glance at his lips because of the position he got you in. second time, the thought did cross your mind, making you wonder how would his lips which was sucking on your clit at the time felt when they're pressed against yours instead. how he would devour you like you're all he needs to survive. how his tongue would taste in your mouth.

and it was sweet. long and passionate. better than your wildest dreams. it felt so natural, the way his lips moved against yours in a perfect synchronization. as if they were made to have this dance together.

you whimpered into his mouth when you came, and he drank it all up, swallowing your cry, big hands cupping your cheeks. it was heaven.

until you fell back to earth, to reality, when you realized that like every other thing in this world, what you have with lewis right now, whatever the hell he wants to call it, it will not last forever.

how long are you two going to keep this up? pretending like you hated each other's guts during the day, only to be tangled up under the covers at night? how long until everybody in the garage, fans on the internet notice your stolen glances? how you two always tries to stand a few feet apart, not because the mere sight of each other disgusted you both, but because you are afraid that you were not able to keep this facade up any longer. that you might say fuck it and jump to each other's arm to celebrate another podium. or rushing to ask your race engineer if the other was okay after a crash.

you remembered an interview lewis did. with which magazine, it doesn't matter but what he talked about was. that he wants to have a family, to have kids. it sticks in your mind, every word in the article you already have them memorized. only one question is left.

is that woman you, or is this just another fling to him?

you need to know, need to put an exact label to this thing you get going on with lewis right now or else it might drive you crazy. you cannot keep letting him in, cannot let him whisper another one of those promises in your ear, each time you let him have his way raw with you, if they all meant nothing to him. he might not seem like the type, but you cannot let yourself lost in the uncertainty. better to end this now before it's too late.

you glanced at his sleeping figure on your right on your hotel bed. another night spent together, without knowing where this stands for him. was it all just for fun, his way to release his frustration? it'd be fair, since you never exactly made it easy for him to have you as his teammate. or did it actually mean something to him, deep inside, only he is too afraid to say it?

you shift to your side, staring at his beautiful face. you snuggle up closer, tangling up your legs with his under the covers, needing to go feel his heat, as if this is the last time you will ever get to be this close to him.

it could be.

your hand goes to push his braids behind his ear, cupping his cheek before running your rhumb across his cheekbone and he stirs a bit, a sigh left his thick lips and you feel his hand on your hip tenses a little before he relaxes again. he's absolutely breathtaking, when the pressure of winning his eighth championship isn't occupying his mind. the way his long lashes flutter in his sleep. two piercings decorating his nose. giant lion tattoo on his chest exposed, besides the most obvious parts down there, all for you to see.

something inside you cannot help but wonder.... do other girls get to see him like this too? how many of them? do they get to touch him like this as well? does he enjoy it? does he whisper to their ears the same thing as he did to you?

your heart clenches but then you quickly tell yourself. of course he does. of course they do. it would be a fool of you to think otherwise. who do you think you are, besides a teammate who has been giving him a hard time ever since you two were paired together? a woman he's using to release all of his frustration on? you are nothing but those. do not think that the great formula 1 champion lewis hamilton would make an exception for you. do not pretend like this "relationship" would have a future.

but then, another part of your brain reminds you, trying to ease your nerves. he wouldn't stay every night, probably wouldn't even let you have your orgasms, wouldn't even think about getting on his knees for the woman he hates with every fiber of his being, if this was meaningless for him.

you wanted to move, when he suddenly stirs again. a groan left his lips.

"what time is it?" he asks in that deep, sleepy tone of his, eyes still shut. his accent is always more apparent in the morning.

"almost seven." you say flatly, removing your hand from his face, laying on your back again, your face turns away.

lewis senses the shift in your behavior somehow. his thick eyebrows meet in a knot, before his eyes open. he lays on his back as well, stretching his body a bit, feeling every single muscle in his body sore, before sitting on the bed. you take a peak at him, the way his muscular body bathe in the sunlight seeping through the room through the gaps between the curtains. he takes his hair tie from his wrist, gathering his braids before tying them back together again lowly. his tattooed back visible to you, with lightning-shaped patterns caused by your sharp nails from last night. you bite your lip at the sight, at your poor, desperate attempt to mark him as yours.

it's useless.

he will never be.

a deep exhale escapes from his lips before he glances at you momentarily, eyes raking over the visible outline of your naked figure under the white covers, taking in your sudden cold demeanor.

"did i hurt you?" lewis asks, voice laced with concern.

yes, in a way, you wanted to say. but instead you keep quiet. wouldn't it be nice if you could just freeze, trying not to move, and you'd shrink, disappear from here forever? not having to face him anymore, nor that one painful fact that you have tried to forget. if only life is easy that way.

he calls your name, gently, and it still feels foreign to you, the way your name leaves softly from his lips. you were used to him barking, hissing it. like your name is poisonous, disgusting to him in the garage. never would you have thought he would whispers it so calmly, moaning it even.

he calls again, and you cannot ignore him this time. you turn your head, meeting his eyes tiredly.

"i'm fine—"

"no, you're not." he cuts you off, and it almost angers you. how would he know how you really feel? he doesn't know anything about you besides how to make you come. he doesn't know your favorite food, your favorite colour. you want him to stop pretending like he's got you all figured out.

"i...." you sigh. "i don't wanna talk about this right now, please."

lewis raises an eyebrow. "you know that answer will only make me even more curious now, right? just tell me."

when you stay silent, still refusing to meet his eyes, lewis tries to guess himself.

"is it about last night? did i hurt you? please, tell me. i can't...." his sentence trails away when you shake your head slowly at his guess.

you bite your lip again, harder, before sitting up as well, pulling the white covers to conceal your bare chest. your eyes stare into a corner blankly, nails scratching the back of your neck as your mind tries to put together the words you have been dying to say to him ever since what happened in his driver's room.

"it's not just last night.... it's the previous nights. it's every other night we spent. together. i don't...." you gulp thickly, suddenly at loss for words. you have been thinking about this moment for so long, you hate yourself for not being able to be straight now.

"sweetie...."

"what are we, lewis?"

pause.

"what?" he asks back, his face all scrunched up, eyebrows tie up like he didn't even process your question.

you take a deep, shaky breath, before finally, finally looking at him in the eyes.

"i mean, what are we? what is this?"

"what is wha—" he chuckles with a nervous look on his face, probably wondering what the hell has gotten into you this early in the morning that made you asked these questions.

you try your best not to roll your eyes at his clueless face. you wish he could just skip these acts, pretending like he doesn't know exactly what you're talking about. you want to move to the part where he confirms what you have known all this time.

"please, just be honest with me. i don't want to waste my time anymore and i'm sure you—"

"no, hey— wait a second. what is this— what the hell are you—"

"i asked you first!" you say impatiently, raising your voice a little, which startles lewis but you wish you could say that you care. every second spent with him feels like you should have been using it to do something else, with somebody else and you might have a future with.

"what are we, lewis?" you repeat, firmly this time and louder so the question seeps through his mind.

pause.

"all these nights we've spent together.... did they mean anything to you? like at all? i need you to be honest with me because if this is all just for fun to you then you can find someone else—"

"i don't want someone else." he cuts you off. the suddenness of it combined with the firmness of his voice catches you off guard. but you are not about to let it distract you.

"well that's too damn bad because i'm not here to be one of your girls—"

"me neither." a beat. "i just want you to be the only girl."

pause.

"what the hell does that mean?"

"it means...." a sigh from him. "that i am a coward who should have told you how i really felt from the beginning."

his voice is getting shakier as he continues. "you drive me crazy since you first joined this team but then i realized that i love how it feels, as long as it was you who makes me feel this way."

you gulp at his smooth words, trying to keep yourself together. this is lewis hamilton, 7 times formula 1 world champion. his name itself is bigger than the sport. he knows how to make people fall to their knees in his presence. you do not want to be one of them, cannot allow yourself to be.

lewis takes a deep breath, and you find yourself holding yours.

"the only kind of girl i want you to be is mine."

pause.

"you...." you shudder. "you can't just say that. like it means nothing."

part of you are relieved somehow that he feels that way. that this was not meaningless to him. but you did not expect another type of feeling to enter the conversation. or maybe you did, only you refuse to think about it. because the mere thought of lewis falling in love with you as this goes on feels impossible to happen.

"i wouldn't if that's the case." he says, quick and confidently. "I'm in love with you, sweetie."

"i...." he stammers suddenly. "it's been a while since i was in love, i almost forgot how it feels. it was after our team's home race that i realized it. that night. it felt good to be like that with you. i remembered how i wanted to spend every night like that with you. not just the sex but the lengthy conversations we had after. and the way you felt in my arms when you fell asleep, i.... i just want to hold you like that every night. i can't get enough. you've made me a mad man, love."

oh, love.

you chew on your bottom lip, not knowing what to say, how to react. you didn't expect a confession, never would have dreamt of those four letter words to leave his lips while talking to you. mine. love.

or maybe you did. you think about moments that you two spent alone together, besides having him inside you that you shared and you find yourself loving every single second. sharing stories, your passions. you realized how much you enjoy hearing his rambles and wishing that you could hear more, that he would share more. something deeper, more personal.

"we can't." you say without thinking.

lewis clenches his jaw, huffing in frustration.

"why not? because you think the team wouldn't approve? or the fans?" he quickly guesses, like he already knew the excuses you'd give.

"i'd only accept rejection from you if you yourself do not want this. not because of the team or our publicists or— or the fans. because who cares what those people have to say? this is our lives, not theirs. do not let other people dictate how you feel." he says firmly.

"i'm not." you retort just as fast. "because i do feel the same."

you see how he releases a heavy breath after hearing your own confession, like a weight has been lifted from his shoulder. a relief.

"i just need to know if you are serious about going public. it's a big step. how long have we been rivals publicly? and then suddenly we're dating? how would that look?"

he smiles tinily.

"i'm sure it wouldn't be a surprise to them. maybe deep down they know you've always wanted me."

"oh, me?" you roll your eyes at him while pointing at yourself. "alright, sir lewis 'you've made me a mad man' hamilton. sure. i wanted you first. definitely not the other way around."

he chuckles this time, his white teeth on full display before he closes the distance between you two.

"keep talking and i'll show you how mad you truly have made me." he says in a low, sultry voice.

and you did. and he kept his promise. you two ignored the fact that you have a qualification today, or how purposely loud you are being. you know you'd be too embarrassed to actually face the other drivers who stay in this same hotel after today but when lewis was fucking you deep and slow but hard as a way to prove his devotion to you, you cannot exactly say that you care about anything else in that moment.

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cheeseatlantic · 24 hours ago

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fuck you im too lazy to find a new banner… anyways content warning because this babygirk is DARKKKK 🤤🤤🤤 if ur into that me too babe.

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NO WHERE TO RUN

You knew you were playing with fire.

All day, you had been teasing him—innocent little touches, batting your lashes, making sly comments. Testing the limits of his patience. And then, at the bar, you pushed too far. You’d let another man get too close, let his hand rest on your thigh for just a second too long. You hadn’t even looked at Ghost when you did it, but you felt his gaze burning into you.

Now, you were in the backseat of his truck, trapped between the worn leather seats and the sheer size of him.

And he was pissed.

“You think I’m fuckin’ stupid?” His voice was a low growl, his breath hot against your ear.

You opened your mouth to protest, but before you could get a word out, his hand was around your throat, tight. Not enough to truly hurt, but enough to remind you who you belonged to.

“I should leave you here,” he muttered, squeezing just a little. “Leave you aching, all worked up, since you clearly want some other man to handle you.”

You whimpered, shaking your head. “N-No, I—”

“Shut the fuck up.” His grip tightened, cutting off whatever excuse you were about to give. His other hand yanked up your skirt, fingers brushing over your soaked panties. His laugh was low, mocking.

“That’s what I fuckin’ thought.”

And then he tore them—ripped the lace clean off, tossing it aside like it was nothing.

“Pathetic little slut,” he murmured, voice dark with amusement. “Drippin’ all over yourself just from me puttin’ you in your place.”

You shivered, pressing your thighs together, desperate for friction. But Ghost wasn’t having that. His hand forced your legs apart, his fingers stroking through your slick folds, spreading you open.

“Bet you’d let anyone touch you like this, wouldn’t you?” His voice was venomous. “Actin’ like a fuckin’ cocktease, lettin’ men put their hands on you.”

“N-No—just you, only you,” you gasped, arching against his touch.

“Damn right, only me.”

Without warning, he thrust two fingers inside you, curling them in a way that had you sobbing his name.

“Fuck, you’re tight,” he muttered, scissoring them, stretching you. “Been too busy playin’ your little games to let me fuck this needy little cunt, huh?”

You whined, bucking against his hand, but that only made him chuckle darkly.

“So desperate,” he mused, pulling his fingers out just to slap them against your clit. You jerked, a whimper spilling from your lips. “You don’t get to act like a brat all fuckin’ day and expect me to be gentle with you.”

And then, before you could beg, he was lining himself up and slamming into you with one brutal thrust.

You screamed, fingers scrambling for purchase on the leather seats, but he didn’t give you time to adjust. He set a punishing pace, using you, fucking you like he was trying to make you feel every inch of him.

“Mine,” he growled against your ear, his grip on your throat tightening again. “This fuckin’ body—mine.”

You couldn’t do anything but take it, let him pound into you, let him ruin you completely.

The car rocked with the force of it, windows fogging, Ghost’s breath heavy against your skin. His free hand found your hip, gripping hard enough to bruise as he forced you back onto his cock.

“Not so fuckin’ mouthy now, are you?” he taunted.

You could barely think, let alone speak, but that wasn’t good enough for him. His hand left your throat, only to grab a fistful of your hair, yanking your head back.

“Tell me who you belong to,” he growled.

“You,” you sobbed. “Only you— Simon, please—”

“Damn right.”

And when you came, hard and fast around him, trembling from overstimulation, he just groaned, pressing his weight down on you as he fucked you through it.

“You don’t get to tap out, sweetheart,” he murmured darkly. “Not till I’ve had my fill.”

And judging by the look in his eyes?

He was far from done with you.

heck yeahyuh!!!

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deaddadcrew · 2 days ago

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I don't wanna be mean to you and I don't hate you. I want you to stop hurting people, including yourself. If you want to do better think more before you post hurtful things in anger. We're all scared, not just you. Instead of spreading hate to LGB people because some of them hurt or scare you focus on the rest of them who do care about trans issues. People who say 'LGB drop the T' are a part of the problem, but those people aren't a monolith of all gays and lesbians. You're in so many dark spaces that aren't good for you, please try and find places with hope, assuming the fight is already lost makes you lose the will to fight.

THIS

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tricoloreddango · 3 days ago

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Phainon with chubby reader headcanons

contents: female reader / fluff and smut / insecurity and comfort / possessiveness / protectiveness / clingy behavior / mentions of marriage / riding / oral fem receiving / 69 position / cockwarming / soft and rough sex / service dom / period sex / aftercare / not suitable for minors

[Mydei version] [back to m.list]

SFW

—You are constantly made to be flustered. No, he won’t spare you any compliments, making sure they’re as poetic and detailed as possible. He’ll go as far as telling you how much he’d worship a statue made in the image of your body, leaving offerings for his ‘goddess’. But even if he can’t sculpt, he’ll gladly paint you if you give him a permission.

—Phainon wasn’t afraid to be constantly touching you, enjoying the physicality of you under his palms; being in public never stopped him from touching you either—he was just more subtle about it. He didn’t mean anything naughty (unless in a right setting), he just liked the fact you were there with him. Having your hip stroked or your waist wrapped with his arm, or even sleeping with his hand under your clothes just to feel your warmth was an everyday thing.

—Whenever you feel insecure, he’s not the one to just say “nah, don’t worry” and some compliment. He much preferred to get to the bottom of your insecurity and talk you through it until you no longer feel as if it was that bad—no matter how many times it takes you to fully solidify the fact in your head.

—Let him buy pretty or flattering clothes for you. One on hand, he didn’t like others having a clear view of your body; on the other hand, he wanted your shape to be enhanced and decorated—especially for others to agree with him that he’s indeed a lucky man.

—Phainon loved to take you to swimming sessions, somewhere by more isolated pools. His favorite part was you lying next to him on the blanket, the sun warming your skin, your body in a swimsuit and him having an excuse to spread open kisses onto your uncovered skin. You’ll make his heart flutter a lot if you giggle happily.

—Please let him rest on your stomach. He really liked taking a nap with him between your thighs, wanting an occasion to feel your soft body under him. You probably will feel ticklish with his warm breath teasing your skin, but he’ll fall asleep into a nap very quickly.

—All kinds of bodies were worshipped on Amphoreus, but should anyone end up spilling unpleasantries for your ears to hear you’ll have nothing to worry about. He’ll make sure to call out this person, not afraid to embarrass them in public either.

—Did I mention how clingy he is? On top of that, you’ll hear “I love you” on every occasion possible.

—Phainon knew you two should get to know each other well first. However, the ideas of marriage will fill his head rather quickly just in the beginning of your relationship… simply because he had feelings for you a long time before, and probably chased you for just as long.

—Teasing was just a big part of his personality. That’s why he liked to act like he’s your husband already, with that being done in front of others (it’s beneficial to him anyway, as no other man will think you’re an option anymore). Other form tease came from his touch you in small amounts throughout the day, just to get bit breathy and thinking of him.

Not to mention asking things such as “and who’s this pretty girl, huh?” or “what would you do if I was to kiss you all of the sudden?”—all whispered right into your ear, leaving him with a satisfied flicker in his eyes at your provoked tremble.

NSFW:

—He’ll set any warm and fuzzy setting you wish to have. Candles, essential oils, massage oil? You’ve got it. Sex wasn’t some mindless or animalistic ritual to him. He wasn’t using you, he was making love to you.

—You’re being fondled everywhere and I mean everywhere. He’ll become a whiny creature if he has to separate his hands from your body for even a second. It’s like during the day where he can’t keep his hands away from you, with a difference that this time it’s done in a really desperate and erotic way.

—He loved when you get on top of him. Any weight was enough for him to handle; he loved to see your beautiful body being exposed when you were sitting on him. He’ll squeeze and knead your flesh, while spilling out praises and encouragements.

—Every part of you was sweet, that’s why your pussy was no different. Phainon couldn’t get enough of eating you out on everyday basis, sometimes even stopping you in the middle of something just to drop down on his knees to pleasure you. You’re cooking? Great, turn off the stove for a moment and turn around to face him, before you spread your legs for him to sit between. It will be a perfect argument for him to touch and feel your thick thighs.

—69 position was arguably one of the best in his humble opinion. He could feel the weight of your body, the flesh of your chub against him on the bed; while you both exchange the beautiful act of mouthy-pleasuring like two true lovers. He’d service you anyway, yet he adored you wanting to make him feel good as well. Really, you were growing more and more lovable to Phainon everyday.

—Another perfect position was you both on your sides, with him either behind you or in front of you. He’ll hold you regardless, wanting sex to be something more than just fucking. He craved the intimacy with you… which of course didn’t mean he didn’t get rough with you occasionally, especially if he stared at you throughout the day than usual and needed to release his tension.

—Romantic gestures didn’t have to be cliche. One of his idea was you cockwarming him to sleep, in case cuddling wasn’t enough.

—Forgive him if he sometimes sounds too loud (high pitched even) or if he squeezes your hand too tightly (an intimate gesture he couldn’t deny himself of). It’s just that every time you laid each other on your shared bed, he was becoming a man thirsty, desperate and weaker than ever…. you’ll kill him too if you choose to be same amount of loud or squeeze violently around his cock. Perhaps you’ll force loud vulgar words from his mouth as well.

—He didn’t care if you or someone else found it nasty, he wouldn’t mind sleeping with you during your bleeding. It’s just a matter of placing a towel under you for him. He’ll gladly help you with your cramps by pushing orgasms out of you, and the fact you’d let him trust with your body even on your vulnerable time of the month made him feel a step closer to you. It’s just another way of him fully accepting you.

—Aftercare was as intense as possible. You need water? He’s already on his way. A towel was ready next to the bed. If you feel cold, he’ll keep you warm or help you dress up. Any soreness you had, he’ll gladly massage (and feel your plumpness with that). Not to mention all the pretty praises you’ll hear, even through your ears ringing post-orgasm.

#phainon x reader #phainon x you #phainon smut #phainon fluff #hsr x chubby reader #☆—tcdwrites

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keoriwchs · 3 days ago

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⭑.ᐟ MORNING SEX - SAM WINCHESTER X SUBFEMREADER! . ݁₊ ⊹ . ݁˖ . ݁

ᝰ.ᐟ WORD COUNT - 1.7k

ᝰ.ᐟ A/N - this is my first time writing something like this. I ain't never actually wrote sex stuff before. But if you like it then Thank You Smm!

ᝰ.ᐟ SUMMARY - You two love birds were having morning sex..Until Sam got a bit to carried away. Yes he was fucking you senseless.

ᝰ.ᐟ CW - smut, domsam!, sub!reader, morning sex, daddy kink, unprotected sex, rough sex, praise kink, hair pulling , skin slapping.

You wake up in the morning as You stretch, your bare skin brushing against the cool sheets. You two are alone dean is somewhere doing god knows what. Sam sat up and rubbed his eyes and looks at you "Good Morning beautiful," Sam says, his voice a low rumble. You smiled and kissed his cheek "Good Morning, My Love" Sam smiled as he wrapped his arms around you give you morning kisses.

Sam looks at you and smiled "You Know"

"I've been thinking about how fucking beautiful you look in the morning." He smirks gripping your thighs.

You raise an eyebrow, a playful grin spreading across your face. "Oh, really? And what exactly have you been thinking about doing to me?" You smirk leaning close to him.

Sam's smirk deepens as he slides his hands under the sheets, his fingertips tracing the curve of your hip. "Well, for starters, I've been thinking about how much I want to taste you. I want to fuck you with my tongue, until you're squirming and begging for more."

You let out a soft moan as Sam's fingers brush against your inner thigh, inching closer to your pussy. "That sounds fucking amazing."

"Good, because that's exactly what I'm going to do," Sam says, his voice husky with desire. He pushes the sheets aside, his eyes roaming over your naked body. He slides down, settling between your legs, his breath hot against your skin.

You spread your legs wider, inviting him in. Sam's tongue darts out, teasing your clit with a gentle flick. You gasp, your hips bucking off the bed. "Fuck, Sam. That feels so good."

Sam's hands grip your thighs, holding you in place as he starts to fuck you with his tongue. He licks and sucks, his movements steady and rhythmic. You can feel the pressure building inside you, your body tensing as he brings you closer and closer to the edge. "What do u want baby?".

"I want you to fuck my ass tonight," you moan, your body writhing against his mouth. "I want you to take me, hard and deep."

Sam groans, his tongue plunging deeper inside you. He pulls back just enough to speak. "Fuck, Y/n. You drive me wild. But tonight, I want you to suck me, just like I'm doing to you right now. I want you to fucking take me deep in your mouth, to taste my cum when I blow my load."

Your pussy clenches at his words, and you feel the first wave of your orgasm crashing over you. Sam licks and sucks harder, his tongue fucking you faster and faster until you scream out his name, your body convulsing with pleasure.

Sam continues to lick you through your orgasm, his tongue lapping up your juices until you're a shaking mess. He climbs up your body, his lips finding yours in a deep, passionate kiss. You can taste yourself on his tongue, and it only serves to fuel your desire for more.

"You taste so fucking sweet," Sam murmurs against your lips. "I want to taste you all day."

"You can," you say, your fingers tangling in his hair. "I want you to fuck me. I want you to fill me up."

Sam grins, positioning himself between your legs. He rubs the head of his cock against your entrance, teasing you. "I want to hear you beg for it."

You whimper, your hips lifting to meet his cock. "Please, Sam. Please fuck me. I need your cock inside me."

Sam's eyes flash with lust, and he pushes into you, filling you completely. You moan, your body wrapping around him. He starts to move, his hips thrusting against yours. You can feel every inch of him, stretching you, filling you, making you feel whole.

"You feel so fucking good," Sam groans, his body moving faster. "such a good girl~" he said gripping her thighs.

"Don't stop," you moan. "fuck Sammy~"

Sam picks up the pace, his cock pounding into you. You can feel the pressure building again, your body tense and ready. You reach down, your fingers circling your clit, rubbing in time with Sam's thrusts.

"Fuck, Y/n. You're so fucking sexy," Sam groans. "I want to feel you come around my cock. I want to feel you squeeze me."

You moan, your body tensing as your orgasm hits you. You scream out his name, your body convulsing around him. Sam groans, his body tensing as he comes inside you, his cock pulsing with his release.

You pant and then gasp when Sam flipped you over on your stomach ass up. "Sam?" you said looking needy & gorgeous (well that's because you are beautiful)

You looked back at Sam , his big cock pressed against your tight hole. Your hands gripping the headboard tightly as you waited for him to take you. “I’m going to fucking ruin you.” With a smirk, he positioned himself behind you, lining up his cock at your hole. The anticipation was palpable as you both waited for him to push inside. Finally, he thrust forward, feeling your tight heat envelop his length. you moaned loudly, your ass clenching around him in response.

“I want more, please, give me more! You said moaning against the pillow. You grunt as your hair got tugged back making your arch and moan.

“God, you love it like this, don’t you?” Sam smirks while he kissed your neck and kept pounding you as you scream and call his name "Yeah that's it take Daddy's cock" he whispers in your ear as he smacking your ass leaving red hand print marks.

The sound of skin slapping against skin filled the room, punctuated by your moans of pleasure. He reached around, pinching your nipples hard, eliciting a squeal of delight from him. He could feel Your muscles tensing up, preparing for the ultimate release. "Oh Fuck Daddy i'm close!~" You muffled your moans into the pillow.

Sam moans & grunts as he gripped her neck going even harder "fuck yes!~ i'm close lets cum together!~ he said moaning as your moans started to get louder.

Your entire body was shaking as he continued to pound into you, his cock hitting your sweet spot over and over again. He could feel the pleasure building up inside him, a wave crashing down on him. And then, with a cry of pure ecstasy, He came, as your ass clenching tightly around his cock. "Fuuuck..Sammy~"

You followed soon after, pouring your seed deep around his cock. As you both caught your breath, He pulled out of you, admiring the sight of your cum dripping out of your ass. You turned around, his eyes filled with love and gratitude. He leaned in, kissing you passionately, his tongue exploring your mouth.

You looked into his eyes, feeling a connection that went beyond the physical. This was more than just a one-night stand; this was something special. As you pulled back, you smiled at him, promising that there would be many more nights like this one.

"We should do that again sometimes." Sam smiled rubbing your tummy.

#sam winchester #sam winchester x reader #sam winchester oneshot #sam winchester imagine #sam winchester x y/n #sam winchester fluff #sam winchester x reader smut #sam winchester drabble #sam winchester x reader angst #sam winchester x reader comfort #sam winchester angst #sam winchester smut #sam winchester comfort #supernatural #supernatural x reader #supernatural x you #supernatural drabble #keoriwchs

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sharonaparadox · 1 day ago

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[Images: fancomic of Lilith and Eve from Hazbin Hotel.

The first image shows Lilith in Eden, first as a silhouette with one hand upon the tree bearing the Fruit of Knowledge as her hair flows behind her and then in a full-color close-up shot showing her looking ahead with a small smile and her blue eyes looking forward in a half-lidded gaze. Narration reads, “The first time I saw you I thought: ‘God, why did you make her so beautiful, do you want to tempt me?’ Just looking at her was a sin, and I just wanted to bite her”

The perspective shifts to show Eve looking ahead in surprise and with a faint blush. Eve is a thin woman with light skin, green eyes, and long dark hair flowing in the wind and covering both chest and groin. Eve’s narration goes on, “You were so perfect I’d do anything to have your eyes on me.”

The two are then seen together, Lilith smiling as she holds up the apple. Eve reaches for the fruit while looking up into Lilith’s eyes with an awestruck look, continuing, “It didn’t matter that it would lead me to sin for you… I mean, how bad would it be to take one bite?”

Eve holds the apple up in both hands and grins warmly upward. Lilith looks down with a crooked grin, one hand at her hips while her other hovers by her chin. Narration between them reads, “I’d give it all up as long as you’d be my partner and love me like I love you.”

There is a close-up shot of Eve holding up the apple in one hand, eyes unseen as part of the fruit’s juice drips from Eve’s grin. The clouds in the sky are now dark purple as red light shines around Eve’s hair and faint lines start to appear upon her flesh. The narration goes on with “And so I did, but when my sanity went”

Lucifer and Lilith grab at each other, both looking ahead in fear with matching wide blue eyes as the angel spreads out his blue wings. The narration continues, “… Your smile went with it…” Against the dark red background is bright red dialogue as Eve cries out, “Because you don’t love me!? Stay Lilith… I did it for you. Please don’t leave me!!”

Eve reaches one hand upward as red eyes open in the dark background and within part of her hair as it begins to rise upward. Eyes glowing golden with red sclerae, Eve is grinning widely as if pained to reveal sharp fangs. Black lines are running from both eyes and up newly darkened arms and legs, contrasting against now deathly pale skin. The narration continues, “Why do you torture me like this? I will always consider that my greatest punishment was not being able to see you smile for me again!” White dialogue from Eve reads, “Love me! Come back Lilith! I did what you asked me to do because you’re still not with me?! Love me!”

The scene shifts to Eve, now Roo, writing a letter at a desk surrounded by red eyes and black chains as papers fly around. Roo is wearing a red and black outfit with checkered patterns as well as dark grey fingerless gloves and matching shining black shackles and collar that are attached to the chains. The narration reads, “How about smiling at me like that one more time” while white text like dialogue around Roo states, “I’m crazy… for your love”

The final panel shows Lilith lounging in a chair on the beach, face hidden as Roo reaches in to place an envelope with multiple red heart and eye stickers down on the table next to Lilith’s drink. Roo’s narration concludes, “Maybe that will make me come back to me and we can be together again” The last two words are written in red with hearts floating on each side. End description.]

Love Letter 💌💘

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revelboo · 9 hours ago

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couldge we get some nsfw tfa bulkhead crumbs, maybe? 👉👈

Rolling these into one scenarios post cause I’m over 100 asks again already 🤣

More Assorted Scenarios 🌶️

18+ Mass displaced mechs 🌶️

The mechs do have both, but can shift the plating protecting their ‘bits’ independently. If one of their humans is actively exploring down there, they’ll figure it out. Though Knockout and Breakdown, Tailgate and Cyclonus, and Chromedome and Rewind’s humans are going to figure it out very quickly. Some mechs would be down for letting their human play with whatever they want (Swerve, Skywarp, or Bluestreak, though he’d be absolutely mortified about it and an awkward mess the first several times), while others would require some coaxing (TFP Megatron)

TFA Bulkhead

• “This okay?” He asks, servos grazing your hips in a barely there touch. ‘Bulkhead, please,’ you whisper, hips up. Can feel the head of his spike slide against your inner thigh, branding you with heat before he’s gripping himself and pressing inside you. “You’re sure about this?” His insecurity normally adorable, but right now it’s just frustrating. And you push back against him, sucking in a breath at the faint burn of his spike stretching you, sliding deep. “Slow down.” One of his massive hands slams down beside you, servos clawing the concrete floor.

• Groaning, his hips jerk against you and you brace yourself when he begins to move. Wanted to take it slow this time, but as you make those sounds and push back to meet his thrusts, and he loses control. Servos gauging into the concrete on either side of you as he thrusts inside your wet heat. Afraid to touch you in case he accidentally gets too rough, because even mass displaced, you’re so small. Gripping his spike so tight. With everyone sharing the same space, he’s trying to keep quiet as he claims you, but you’re not making any effort at all, crying out for him. Encouraging him. Sari and Bee are at least out at a drive in movie you’d brought Sari a ticket for.

Skywarp

• “Primus, wait,” he groans, hips lifting as you run your fingertips along his inner thigh, tracing seams and dipping to stroke sensitive mesh. “Wait.” Ignoring him, you run the pad of your thumb over his plating. Know this one shifts to free his spike, and teasing the bottom edge of it with a fingernail has him making that sound suspiciously like a whimper that you love. He’d promised to behave. Keep his hands to himself and let you explore him. On your knees between his spread thighs, you press your mouth against his plating and he starts swearing, voice cracking as he swaps to his own language.

• You’re trying to offline him. Tip of your tongue sliding against the seams of his plating. Fingers touching and dipping to find mesh. And groaning, head back, he lifts his hips and shifts his plating to free his aching spike. Not even aware that he’s shifted all of his plating until you make a noise and touch him. And he’s arching again as those warm fingers cautiously stroke along the inner edge of his valve. “I won’t lose a finger if I touch you here, right?” You ask and he’s begging you to please touch him, aware that it’s a broken mix of your language and his, but you get what he wants. And one of your hands is gripping his spike, mouth sliding along the length of him as you press your thumb inside him, exploring. And you are trying to offline him, warm mouth moving against the head of his spike as you stroke inside him.

Hound

• Fingers fisting in the grass over your head, you’re momentarily dazzled as a cloud slides away from the sun. Tossing your head back, you can’t even care that you’re going to have leaves in your hair as his mouth slides against you, glossa tunneling inside you again and again. And you grab onto his helm, hips bucking on a breathless cry as you come apart, his head lifting, mouth pressing against your hip. Before encouraging you onto your hands and knees and shifting to cover you. Rutting against you with a growl as birds sing in the trees.

Trailbreaker

• Mouth brushing yours, your jaw, your neck, anywhere he can reach, Trailbreaker groans as you roll your hips. Tightening on his spike with a breathless cry, shuddering and going still before you’re moving again. Straddling his lap, riding his spike. Cupping your cheek as he tips your face up, you tighten on his spike, movements becoming more urgent. Mouth exploring yours, his other hand slides over your hip. Making up to you with gentle touches after your last argument. Wants to do better for you, cut back on the engex. He’s not had a real reason to try in so long, but he wants to for you. And you’re trembling around his spike, mouth opening against the corner of his mouth as you come apart. Servos threading through your hair, he groans and rides it out before rolling you under him, hips rocking urgently. Too close to make it last as long as he’d like and your thighs are trembling against him, mouth open. “I can’t, please, I can’t,” you’re moaning, head back as he drives you to that peak again. Fills you again.

Sunstreaker

• Mouth brushing your jaw as he shifts against your back, spike hard again like he hadn’t just fragged you until you were an incoherent, whimpering mess, he runs the tip of a servo over your bottom lip. And you make a little noise of protest when he lifts your thigh enough to bury himself inside you again, your head pressing back against him when you arch. “Sunny,” you whimper, using Sideswipe’s nickname for him and startling a laugh out of him at the way you tremble. Content to just let you warm his spike for now as his servos run lightly over you. Enjoying the quiet with his brother out on patrol, not having to take turns with you. Not having to share your attention. Able to really relax with you in his arms. Hips lazily rocking against you even though he’d intended to let you get some rest. Wondering what it would feel like if you touched his spark while he was thrusting inside you.

Sideswipe

• Laughing as he catches you around the waist and pulls you into his frame, mouth closing on your neck and denta biting down hard enough to sting, you gasp. Growling playfully when you smack him and he bends you over the little human sized berth he’d convinced Wheeljack you needed. You’ve never actually slept on it, but mass displaced, it puts you at the right height. Pleased you’re naked already even though he can scent Sunny on you. “You been fragging Sunny? Taking good care of him?” He growls, servos finding you and stroking until you’re bucking your hips as he splays his other hand against the middle of your back to keep you pinned. Driving two servos inside you and thrusting them lazily as he rocks himself against your hip. Until you whimper. Slipping his servos free to make you moan a protest before his spike is stretching you and he groans at how you feel wrapped around him. “Gonna be so good for him, aren’t you? Let Sunny spark you.” Hips pumping, his optics shutter. Losing himself in the feel of you, needing to remind himself that there’s a line he can’t cross. That you’re for Sunny. To help heal him and this is all he can have of you.

#transformers x reader #sunstreaker x reader #sideswipe x reader #skywarp x reader #bulkhead x reader #g1 hound x reader #trailbreaker x reader #trailbreaker #g1 hound #tfa bulkhead #sideswipe #sunstreaker #skywarp

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rainytapestry · 1 day ago

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⭑｡𖦹°‧ㅤㅤBLUE ㅤ— ㅤㅤjay x f.reader ㅤㅤ wc 0.7k

where your boyfriend always knows a way to make your worries melt away

★ — hurt/comfort angst estd. relation fluff academic pressure :( jay being the sweetest bf

you looked at all the books and notes spread out in front of you, and the painfully waiting cursor of the blank document, as if urging you to start the assignment. but it felt… all too much, too overwhelming for you to even think about your pending works.

and before you knew it, a tear dropped down on the page, staining your messy handwriting. good here it goes again. you were tired of feeling tensed and worried about your studies.

your thoughts were interrupted by the sound of rapid knocks and the bell. you turned to look at the time, 11pm. who could it even be at this late hour?

sighing, you got up to open the door before the person could ring the bell once more, only to be met with a very familiar face.

‘jay...? what are you doing here at this hour?’ you asked, unsure of how to approach the fact that your boyfriend was in front of your apartment at near midnight. the said boy who was standing quite tensed your doorstep, visibly frowned upon seeing you

‘yn, i was worried tensed! why did you not pick up my calls? you even left me on seen?! do you know how stressful that was? wait, are you…’ he trailed, finally getting a proper look at your face.

oh shit you had forgotten that your tears hadn't dried yet and he was met with a red and blotchy face.

jay quickly stepped into the apartment, his hands going up to your face, softly holding them.

‘what… happened?’ his voice was laced with concern. ‘uh, you were worried, for me?’ you refused to meet his eyes.

‘of course, babe! you are usually so active and present but all i have got are just a few messages and no calls, i thought you were sick!’ and his eyes held this earnest look, that almost made you want to start sobbing again.

as if sensing your emotions, he engulfed you in a hug and before you knew it, you were in his arms, tearing up yet again, your forehead resting on his shoulder.

‘i… i– i am sick, of this work and study and…’ you spoke through your tears, ‘jay, i don't think i can do this anymore, i feel so-so tired, it's…’ you could feel him rub small soothing circles on your back, nodding to your every word and never interrupting you, as if you could vent out all the frustration and pressure you had building in you.

the steady rhythm of his heartbeat, slowly calmed you down as you broke apart to look up at him, with a small pout. you mumbled a small sorry.

jay broke out in a smile, caressing your cheek, ‘it's okay, yn, you've been so strong and dedicated. it’s okay to let yourself catch a break, hm? it's okay to feel sad and unmotivated sometimes, right? because i know you can do it.’

‘b-but i’ ‘ssh, i trust you.’ and maybe that was all you needed to hear.

you could feel a small smile form on your face, heart a lot lighter than it had been a few minutes ago. and you couldn't thank jay enough for it.

‘okayyy now let's see how my girlfriend is doing, secluding herself like a saint, tell me the last time you had eaten, yn?’ he questioned you in a serious tone. you knew how serious he could get if you neglected your meals.

‘eh, yesterday i think…?’ ‘i'm pretty sure it was ramen.’ you guiltily nodded.

jay shook his head, not surprised but placed a firm kiss on your forehead. ‘ok, so, you, my girl, are going to sit down and relax while i make you something healthy and edible to eat. okay?’ he said, more like commanded.

you blushed at his actions before following him to the kitchen.

it was a common routine you both had fallen into, jay would cook, you would, well… try to assist.

and even though, jay protested about you helping him, you shrugged him off, just happy to spend time with your boyfriend.

‘and from now on, yn, please don't ghost me like this. i'm always here for you, love’, whispered close to your ears, pressing another small kiss to your cheek.

NOTES. hi i wrote this down cuz of the high level of procrastination and unproductivity ive been having despite my finals starting in a month :( it isnt the best feeling and i for anyone else who's going through the same, don't worry we'll get through this rough patch together >< tysm for reading this

div cttoㅤㅤ work belong to @ rainytapestry do not steal

#r★ㅤworks ~#enhypen scenarios #jay x reader #enhypen x reader #enhypen drabbles #enhypen fanfiction #enhypen jay #park jeongseong #jay fanfic #jay imagines #enhypen imagines #enhypen fluff #enhypen angst #enhypen #enhypen fanfic #enhypen smau #jay enhypen #jay enha

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insomniakisses · 11 hours ago

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Showing up to Kate's first game with the Aces and your just so damn proud of her that you know you just have to give her some celebrity head after the game 🤠

Proud

warnings/notes: smut, semi public sex, needy! Kate, omegaverse au, oral kate recieving, hickeys and biting, car sex, knot play, kate has a dick, afab reader, omega reader, alpha kate martin, ass eating, knotting, guiding kate.

It wasn’t the first one of Kates games that you had attended, having been dating for quite some time, but it was her first game with this team. You knew she was nervous, she always was before a game no matter what. But being her first game with the Aces there was an added level of nerve.

It’s why you wanted to make today extra special for her, dressed in her jersey with her number delicately painted on your cheek you watched her move about the court in awe.

You always admired her when she played, always so in her element so at ease yet so aware of what was happening. It was like watching an animal hunt the way she skilfully moved about with the ball.

She plays well the entire match, no suprise because she always plays well. So well. Which is why she deserves the special treat you have for her tonight.

“How’d I do baby?” She grins, wrapping her arms around you and pulling you into a sweet kiss.

“Amazing as always” you grin up at her, pressing a series of kisses to her jaw and palming her through her shorts.

You can’t help smirk at the soft gasps and groans that she releases, eyes flickering shut as u trace her bulge. “Home?” You hum and shes immediately nodding following you eagerly to the car.

Once you get home u take her hand leading her up to the bedroom, laughing at her hurried footsteps behind you. Your wife all too eager for her reward.

As soon as you both enter the bedroom she’s dropping her shorts and throwing off her hoodie. She starts jerking herself as she sits on the bed waiting for you.

You hum stripping yourself and sinking to your knees in front of her. Your hand replaces hers as you teasingly jerk at her tip, your mouth busying itself with her balls.

You suck on into your mouth gently tugging as you suck at it, running your tongue against it not caring that she’s still sweaty from the game.

You spend some time like this alternating between her balls sucking gently as you play with her tip. Relishing in her moans and whines of “Baby please” as she shoots a load onto her tummy. She whines at the sticky feeling but you pay her no mind, simply sucking more eagerly and jerking her full length sending her quickly into another orgasm.

Cum shoots onto her abs once again as her legs shake and she gasp throwing her head back. Reduced to moans and whines.

You pull away and tease her growing knot with your hand as you lick and nip across her abs cleaning up the mess she made.

She blushes red and whines in embarrassment and need as you continue to tease edging her to near orgasm before placing a soft kiss to her now clean abs and get up guiding her to all fours. You chuckle when she groans in embarrassment face shoved into a pillow as u spread her cheeks and lick at her little hole.

“B-b-baby-“ she whimpers legs shaking and ass drooling pre onto the sheets, you hug giving her ass cheek a teasing bite before you go back to her hole.

Rubbing her thighs you softly lick and suck at her ass, gently prying her open with your tongue loving the deep needy moan she mets out.

“That’s it kate, that’s it baby just relax and enjoy it” you coo reaching to squeeze and jerk at her knot as you eat her ass. Her body shaking at the rough pace on her cock and the wet soft feeling of your sucks, licks and tongue prods to her ass.

“Shit shit shit baby i-“ she yelp as she shoots a large loud right onto the sheets, body shaking at the intensity of her orgasm.

“I’ve got u baby” you reassure, softly placing another kiss to her cheek and guiding her to lay on her back.

“Kn-not please” she whimpers grabbing at ur hips and you nod, helping her push into you as you softly ride her.

She goes limp under you, blinking up hazily at you and u kiss her gently. Softly making out till you both cum again and you sink down on her knot feeling her pass out under you. Her arms tight around your waist as you settle against her kissing her jaw as you lay on her chest.

“That’s it baby, just sleep”

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foggieststars · 2 days ago

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feed me please.

for you my love... thank you for all of your wonderful art i hope u know how much i appreciate u!!!! pls have some girl charles getting fingered at the FIA gala for your efforts <3

Charles doesn't think anything of it at first, when Max's hand brushes against her knee. They're packed in like sardines around this table, and she thinks he's just adjusting his chair, or something.

At first.

They're awarding some of the junior categories right now, fresh-faced F1 hopefuls bumbling their way through grateful speeches. Charles remembers when that was her, looking out across a sea of faces, searching for the F1 drivers, hoping beyond everything that one day it would be her.

And now it is. She made it to F1, she's here to collect her runner-up trophy, and underneath the tablecloth she's got her biggest rival's hand inching steadily up her thigh.

Charles stiffens when Max's hand reaches the hem of her dress. She turns towards him under the guise of a joke, leans in as if she's trying to be heard over the voice of the announcer.

"What the fuck are you doing?" she hisses into Max's ear, smiling when she pulls away. Max's hand tightens around her thigh in response, thumb brushing over the sensitive skin of her inner thigh. The hair on Charles’ arms stands on end.

“What do you mean?” Max asks, and Charles dares a glance around them. The cameras are focused on the stage for now, thank god, but she knows they’ll be doing a sweep of the tables soon, trying to grab reactions from relevant people. There’s hardly anyone more relevant here than Max.

“Your girlfriend’s here,” Charles reminds him through clenched teeth, though she doesn’t know where the delightful Eloise has run off to.

Max shrugs, hand travelling higher, thumb continuing those gloriously broad sweeps of skin. “So’s your boyfriend.”

Charles hasn’t even seen Louis in half an hour. He’ll be in a corner somewhere, schmoozing with anybody who looks like they might be important.

Charles can feel her heartbeat loud in her ears, a warmth spreading through her body. Max’s hand doesn’t stop moving, pausing at the very apex of her thigh.

Anyone could see them like this. Anyone at all. The thought shouldn’t make Charles’ cunt throb.

“Besides,” Max says, voice low, so as not to catch the attention of Lando, only two seats away and looking terminally bored. “You like this, yes?”

Charles bites down on her bottom lip, wondering if any of her lipstick will transfer to her teeth. She doesn’t say anything, just blows out a shaky breath when Max’s fingertips move further, searching for something he’s not going to find.

His fingers still when they reach the damp heat between her thighs. “Are you–” he chokes, a gentle colour rising in his cheeks.

“You cannot wear underwear with this dress,” she mutters defensively, trying not to hitch her hips up into the barely-there sensation of his fingers.

Max snorts, shakes his head in disbelief. “Whatever you say.”

Charles is about to snap something at him, and then his thumb finds her clit. She shuts her mouth so sharply her teeth click together. She has to, otherwise she might scream.

It’s not that sex with her boyfriend is bad, per se - it’s just lacking. In what, Charles doesn’t know. Louis is good with his hands, with his tongue. There’s just no passion. Louis likes candlelit dinners, nights snuggled up on the sofa watching a terrible movie.

It’s the opposite of the way Max makes her feel. Basically all the two of them have is passion. Charles struggles to imagine Max wanting to go to her mother’s apartment for brunch on a Sunday, taking long walks by the sea.

As Max grins at her and rolls her clit with his thumb, Charles struggles to remember why that’s supposed to be a bad thing. It must be a bad thing, because otherwise there’d be no reason to keep it such a secret. But with his hand between her legs coaxing pleasure out of her, Charles can’t bring herself to feel even a little bit bad about it.

“Fuck,” she whispers, aware of the way her face is heating up. Her eyes dart up to the stage, where they’re no longer handing out awards. Instead, it’s the chaos of category change, trophies being carried on and straightened up. The cameras are on the hosts of the event.

Charles slumps down in her seat slightly, creating a gap between her lower back and the seat. It’s uncomfortable, but the access it gives Max to her cunt makes it worth it.

He takes the opening she’s given him, slides his index finger into her pussy with zero warning. Charles can’t help it; she lets a moan slip free at the sensation. It’s a toe-curling feeling. Fingering doesn’t usually do a whole lot for her on its own, but it’s the context. She’s surrounded by important people, men who could make or break her career with a snap of their fingers, and she’s letting Max finger her in front of them.

She reaches for the glass in front of her on the table, picks it up with a slightly shaking hand. The water is cool and refreshing, and nowhere near enough to douse the growing fire inside of her.

Max slips another finger in, and Charles jerks in her seat, water spilling down her wrist. Lando raises his eyebrows in her direction, but turns back to talking to his neighbour pretty quickly.

“Max,” Charles hisses. “You can’t - oh, fuck,” she moans, when his fingers curl inside of her. It’s too much, here, now.

“I can’t what?” he asks, voice slightly too loud for her liking. “I can do anything I want. You’ll let me do anything to you, won’t you?”

“Fuck you,” Charles grits out. She takes a deep, steadying breath through her nose.

Unfortunately, he’s kind of right. Charles does things with Max she’d never dream of letting another guy do to her. She demands a high price in return; she’s pretty sure Max has never let any of his wispy little girlfriends fuck him with a strap-on. There’s nothing she won’t let him do to her, nothing he won’t let her do to him.

Charles blames this horrible, animalistic thing that lives between their bodies. It’s like a livewire, electrifying and deadly to touch. Most men fall at her feet, but Max makes her crawl.

His thumb finds her clit again, scissoring his fingers simultaneously.

Charles bites down on the inside of her cheek so hard her mouth floods with the taste of metal. It’s better than screaming.

And then, a man’s approaching Max, clapping him on the shoulder. The shoulder attached to the hand that’s currently inside of her. Charles thanks the lord for long tablecloths.

“Max!” the man’s saying. “I’ve been looking for you all night.” The man looks vaguely familiar when he smiles in her direction. Charles grimaces back at him, fully aware of the hot flush on her face.

“Hello, Robert,” Max greets warmly, no indication that he’s currently fingering his rival under the table. “How are you doing?” He reaches for a handshake with his free hand, and Charles wants to die.

They lapse into boring chatter, nothing that Charles really pays attention to. It’s not like she even can. The scope of her world has narrowed down to the feeling of Max’s fingers moving inside of her, the continuous pulse of her cunt, the wetness between her thighs.

“And what about you, Charles?” the man asks, and now she wants to die even more.

“Sorry?” she asks, smiling weakly. Max’s fingers start to move faster inside of her, his thumb circling her clit in a steady, unrelenting motion. “I was a bit - mm, lost in thought.”

The man regards her warily. An FIA official, maybe? Charles can’t place him.

“I was asking how you are enjoying the evening so far.”

Oh, god, Charles can’t do this. There’s arousal building in her stomach, a tightening in anticipation. Clear evidence of it is running down her thighs.

“Oh, you know,” she says, voice shaking. “Free food, free wine, a trophy. What is not to like?”

The man laughs, and Max smirks, crooking his fingers deliberately. The motion is obscene, a stroking motion right against that spot inside of her that makes her feel all twisted-up and squirmy. And also like she needs to piss.

Christ, that’s all she needs - the first time in her life that she squirts, and she does it at the FIA gala. All over the world champion’s suit.

Maybe that would finally encourage him to buy a new one.

The man keeps talking to them, and Charles mostly gets away with smiles and nodding. He leaves, finally, with another clap on Max’s shoulder, a polite nod in her direction.

“Fuck,” Charles whispers. “Jesus, Max.”

Max’s thumb starts moving faster, tight, quick circles against her clit, drawing her to the edge. “Come on,” he grunts. Maybe his wrist is starting to hurt. Good.

Charles moves her hips in tiny, aborted motions. She needs to do something to get the energy out, the fizzing anticipation racing through her bloodstream. It makes the tablecloth move, but Charles doesn’t have room left in her brain to care.

Charles’ hands curl into fists, nails cutting into her palms. The pain of it is clarifying, just in time for her orgasm to hit her like a freight train.

Charles hitches forward in her seat, the feeling too much for her to cope with. She can’t hide her small moan of pleasure, the expression on her face. She ducks her face and fumbles for the buckle of her shoe, pretending to be fixing it, as the pleasure washes over her like a wave.

The movement dislodges Max’s hand, practically flattens it against the seat, but Charles doesn’t care. She keeps it locked between her thighs even as he tries to withdraw, grinds out the aftershocks against his palm. Her cunt’s so slick with desire that there’s no resistance, just the smooth glide against his hand.

“Charles,” Max says. “Can I have my hand back?” he sounds far too composed for her liking.

Charles shifts, allows him to withdraw his arm. She can’t speak just yet.

When he pulls his hand out from between her thighs, his fingers are glistening. Wet with her. He wipes them off on the tablecloth. It shouldn’t be hot, the thought of Max dirtying up these no doubt very expensive tablecloths with her desire, but it is.

“You are a fucking bastard,” Charles tells him, and Max tosses his head back, laughs like he knows.

Suddenly, there’s a harried looking production assistant at Charles’ shoulder, nudging her.

“Yes?” Charles frowns at the woman, who smiles at her nervously.

“You need to be backstage now.” She checks her watch. “Well, two minutes ago, actually.”

“Oh,” Charles gasps, all too aware of the frantic throbbing of her heartbeat, the matching pulse in her cunt. “I’m sorry, I didn’t know it was our time so soon.”

“That’s why Robert was over here, you know?” Max smiles at them politely. “He gave us a five-minute warning. You cannot have forgotten this already!” He laughs, and the assistant laughs too, though hers is tinged with panic. It can’t be a great time, rounding up disgruntled celebrities.

Finally, it clicks where Charles knew the man who’d come to speak to them from. The fucking program co-ordinator, the guy who’d explained to them when they’d arrived how the trophies would be handed out and how much time they had to speak. Fuck.

Charles is going to fucking kill him.

She gapes wordlessly at Max, adrenaline rising in her body until she’s not sure whether she’s going to punch him in the face or start sprinting for the exit. He keeps smiling at her until she stands on shaking legs.

Charles wishes she had a witty rejoinder to leave him with, something to show that his victory isn’t as complete as he’s imagining it to be. There’s nothing, nothing in her head.

She turns and follows the woman on shaking legs, positively soaked between her thighs. She’ll be lucky if that doesn’t show up on camera, the bright lights reflecting off her skin when she crosses the stage to accept her third-place trophy. Maybe people will think it’s body glitter, or something.

Louis appears out of nowhere, slings an arm around her shoulder, gives her a tight squeeze.

“Good luck,” he tells her, pressing a kiss to her cheek just before the aide leads her backstage. “You’ll be wonderful.”

Charles smiles wanly in his direction, guilt roiling in her stomach. She’d actually… forgotten he was even here tonight.

She’s led backstage, and before she hands her purse off to the woman, she fumbles in it for her phone.

“So sorry,” Charles tells her with an apologetic glance. The woman looks like she’d happily slit Charles’ throat right now, but Charles ignores her.

She pulls up Max’s contact, thumbs flying over the keypad.

Meet me in the bathroom once you have your trophy.

Max’s reply is instantaneous.

Why?

Charles doesn’t bother to reply, hands her phone to the assistant. Max will do whatever she tells him to, even if he’s got to make an awkward excuse to his girlfriend. Charles plans to repay the favour.

If she blows him after reapplying her lipstick, there’s no chance she doesn’t leave a ring of red around the base of his cock. A present for his girlfriend to find later.

That’ll teach him not to fuck with her.

#my fic #set in the same universe as the world was built for two... dont ask me when

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Fool's Heart - Liam Mairi

summary: reader has always brushed off Liam’s flirting, knowing he never stays with one girl for long—but when she finally admits to herself that she wants more, she finds him with someone else. Heartbroken, she avoids him until he confronts her.

pairing: liam mairi x fem!reader warnings: angst word count: 1.8k

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Y/N sat on her bed, staring blankly at the stone wall across from her, her mind a tangled mess of emotions. She hadn't meant for this to happen. Falling for Liam Mairi was never part of the plan. He was a flirt, a charmer, someone who never stuck with one girl for long. And yet, here she was, her chest tightening at the thought of him with someone else.

Y/N had never cared about Liam’s reputation. At least, that’s what she told herself. He was the golden boy of their squad—brilliant in battle, effortlessly charming, and infuriatingly attractive. But he was also a flirt, one who never lacked new romances. Twice a week, without fail, another girl would slip into his room, and twice a week, Y/N would bury herself under her blanket, pretending she couldn’t hear the muffled giggles or the sound of a door shutting a room away.

Earlier that day, they had been in the training yard, catching their breath after sparring. Liam leaned against the wooden post, his shirt damp with sweat, a lazy grin playing on his lips. "You know, Y/N, if you keep looking at me like that, I’m gonna start thinking you like what you see." Y/N rolled her eyes, crossing her arms over her chest. "Liam, I could be blindfolded and still land a hit on you. Maybe focus on your footwork instead of flirting?"

Liam let out a dramatic sigh, pushing off the post to step closer. "You wound me, truly. Here I am, offering you the privilege of my undivided attention, and you just throw it away." She smirked, shaking her head. "Undivided? You were flirting with that second-year cadet not even five minutes ago." Liam chuckled. "Jealous?" Y/N scoffed, shoving his shoulder lightly. "Please. I just think it’s funny that you recycle the same lines. You should at least try to be original."

His grin widened. "Oh, but I am. See, the thing is, none of them get the same treatment as you.” She felt her stomach flip at his words but masked it with an unimpressed expression. "So, what you’re saying is, I’m special?" Liam leaned in slightly, his voice dropping to a teasing murmur. "Very." Y/N stared at him for a beat before shoving him again. "Go shower, Mairi. You stink." His laughter echoed as she turned on her heel and walked away, but she couldn’t shake the warmth spreading in her chest.

A knock on her door snapped her out of her thoughts. "Y/N? You in there?" Violet’s voice was gentle, but firm. Y/N hesitated for a moment before sighing. "Yeah, come in." Violet stepped inside, closing the door behind her. She took one look at Y/N’s expression and raised an eyebrow. "Okay, spill." Y/N groaned, running her hands over her face. "It’s nothing." Violet snorted. "Bullshit. You've been weird around Liam for weeks. And before you say anything, I've seen the way you look at him. What’s going on?"

Y/N bit her lip, hesitating. Then, before she could stop herself, the words came tumbling out. "I think—I know—I have feelings for him. And it’s driving me insane because he’s Liam. He’s never serious about anyone." Violet nodded slowly, as if she had already known. "What changed? You guys have always been close, but something’s different now." Y/N exhaled sharply, her mind flooding with memories. "It’s always been there, I think, but I just ignored it. I didn’t want to acknowledge it because I knew it wouldn’t matter. He flirts with everyone. But lately... lately it’s been different."

Violet crossed her arms. "How so?" Y/N let out a humorless laugh. "It’s the little things. The way he always makes sure I have my favorite seat at the table. How he somehow remembers the exact way I take my tea, even though I only drink it when I’m sick. The way he teases me, but it’s never too much. He always knows when to stop, when to be serious."

She swallowed hard before continuing. "A few weeks ago, I was freezing after drills, and he just—he just wrapped his jacket around me without saying a word. He didn’t make a big deal out of it, didn’t expect anything in return. And then there was that night after sparring when I was exhausted, and he just sat with me in the common room, letting me rant about how much I sucked. He told me I was strong, that I was getting better. He said he believed in me." Y/N let out a shaky breath. "It’s stupid. I’m being stupid. He is just a friend."

Violet shook her head. "It’s not stupid, Y/N." "It is," Y/N insisted. "Because at the end of the day, he still has a different girl in his bed every other night. And I’m just another cadet in his squad." Violet studied her best friend for a moment before sighing. "Look, I won’t pretend to know exactly what’s going on in Liam’s head, but I do know one thing—he cares about you. I see it. We all see it. And maybe, just maybe, he’s been waiting for you to see it, too."

Y/N shook her head. "And what if he hasn’t? What if I go to him and he laughs in my face? Or worse, what if he doesn’t even care?" Violet grabbed Y/N’s hand, squeezing it. "You’ll never know unless you try." Y/N hesitated, her heart hammering in her chest. And then, with a deep breath, she stood. "Okay. I’m going to talk to him."

By talking to Violet, she had found the courage to do something about it. To go to him. To knock on his door and tell him that she—The sight of him stopped her cold. Liam was leaning against his doorway, shirtless, his pale skin illuminated by the flickering hallway torches. And in front of him, pressed against his chest, was a girl.

Blonde, beautiful, draped in nothing but one of his shirts. His hands rested on her waist, his head dipping close as he whispered something that made her giggle softly. Y/N’s stomach twisted violently. She should move. She should run. But her legs refused to work. All she could do was stand there, helpless, as Liam’s lips found the girl’s neck, as she curled into him, as his door clicked shut behind them. And just like that, everything shattered.

A sharp inhale burned her lungs. She pressed her fingers against the cold stone wall, willing herself to breathe, to stay upright. But it was impossible, because the truth had never been clearer. It had never been her. Not really. She had let herself believe in something that was never hers to have. That she was somehow different. That the way he looked at her meant something. That she wasn’t just another girl who could be so easily forgotten in the morning.

Gods, she was an idiot. A broken laugh escaped her lips, bitter and self-deprecating. Of course this was how it would end. Of course she would be the fool who thought Liam Mairi could be anything other than what he was. Swallowing the lump in her throat, she turned on her heel, her vision blurring as she walked away. She would be fine. Eventually. But tonight, she let herself grieve the fantasy she had so stupidly let herself believe in.

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Y/N spent the next week and a half avoiding Liam like the plague. She skipped meals when she knew he’d be in the dining hall, trained at odd hours to avoid crossing paths, and stuck close to Violet or Rhi whenever she had to be in the same room as him. But it was impossible to avoid him forever, especially when they were in the same squad.

Liam noticed. At first, she thought he might not. He had enough distractions—flirtations, fights, responsibilities—to keep him occupied. But by the end of the second week, it was clear he had run out of patience. His stares had become more pointed, his usual teasing remarks absent, his frustration simmering just beneath the surface.

That evening, as she tried to slip out of the training hall before he could catch her, a strong hand wrapped around her wrist, stopping her in her tracks. The warmth of his touch sent a jolt through her, but she forced herself to stay rigid, unreadable. “Alright,” Liam’s voice was low, rough, tinged with irritation. “What the hell is going on?” Y/N’s breath caught in her throat as she turned to face him. His piercing blue eyes bore into hers, full of confusion, frustration, and something else she couldn’t name. Her pulse pounded, her instincts screaming at her to run, but his grip on her wrist—firm, steady—held her in place.

“Nothing,” she muttered, attempting to tug her hand away. He didn’t let go. “Bullshit.” His voice sharpened, his brows drawing together. “You’ve been avoiding me for days—weeks, actually. You barely look at me, you leave the second I walk into a room, and don’t even try to deny it because I see it every damn time. You won’t even spar with me anymore. What did I do?” His voice softened just slightly at the end, the frustration laced with something dangerously close to hurt, and that nearly broke her. But she refused to let him see how much this was tearing her apart.

Y/N clenched her jaw, anger bubbling up—not at him, but at herself. Anger for feeling this way. Anger for thinking she had been special. Anger for hoping. “You didn’t do anything, Liam,” she snapped, her own voice betraying the turmoil inside her. “That’s the problem.” His brows furrowed, his head tilting slightly as he tried to piece her words together. “What the fuck is that supposed to mean?”

She let out a sharp exhale, shaking her head. “It means I’m an idiot,” she bit out, her chest tightening with every word. “It means I let myself think—just for a second—that maybe you were different with me. That maybe I actually meant something to you.” Liam’s grip on her wrist slackened slightly, his expression shifting from frustration to something raw—something she couldn’t bear to see.

“Y/N—” “I saw you,” she cut him off, her voice cracking despite her best efforts. “That night. With that girl. And I felt like a fucking idiot because I actually thought—” She let out a humorless laugh, shaking her head at herself. “Never mind. It doesn’t matter.” Liam’s lips parted as if he wanted to say something, but no words came out. And that silence, that hesitation, was worse than anything he could have said.

Her throat burned as she swallowed against the lump forming there. “I have feelings for you, Liam,” she admitted, the words barely more than a whisper. “And I hate myself for it.” Then, before he could say anything, before he could see the tears welling in her eyes, she yanked her wrist free and turned away, walking off before the weight of her own words could crush her completely.

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