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sorry for liking davejade in 2023 btw its in a cool way though
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#hs#davejade#like that one person said bi4bi cool silly girl and her lame ass court jester bf who enjoy each others company a lot#âits boringâ well not everything has to be conflict sometimes it can be two people really vibing#and being good foils to each other and just sort of being like a lock and key#i dont dislike davekat but i felt like they bickered too much which is Funny dont get me wrong#but i like davejade for different reasons#in that i feel like dave is at his most heartfelt with her#bc jade doesnt do anything to warrant snarkiness. she doesnt make him uncomfortable and that earns his trust like a lot#ppl say its boring cause its a mf ship and they dont get them like i do#and my answer to that as an agender person is who the fuck cares#i hate ppl dismissing mf ships out of hand likeâŚhey bi ppl exist. and even if they were straight they still got a good dynamic#of care and interest towards each other#hes not her knight in shining armor bffr. she has uhhh fucking GUN#they are Equals#jade slaps the shit outta people on more than one occasion lol#they infodump to EACH OTHER and they both listen#remember when jade wanted to infodump to john about physics remember that#dave would eat that up like oh damn that so dope and tie it back to time or whatever. special relativity#since space and time are fundamentally related#sorry im running on fumes rn i didnt sleep last night#ALSO THEY HAVE MATCHING ALCHEMIZED OUTFITS#jadeâs dead shuffle dress and daveâs four aces suited both use a midnight crew poster as ingredients#i should draw them together in that mspa style#maybe theyre not even romantic. who said ships had to be. its short for relationship#well theres multiple kinds of relationships. what if they were queerplatonic
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too sweet (for me)
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18+. mdni. smut. mentions of violence and drugs. eddie is a dick but not when it comes to r <333 :} female!reader
eddie munson had been hardened by life. how could one night possibly demolish all of the walls he had spent so long building?
a/n: sorry for being mia again lol i am trying i swear!! i have another eddie fic coming that i love and probably the other parts to the steve zombie au! iâm usually never busy but these last few weeks have been wild
read part two here.
the club is too loud, too busy and too sweaty. eddie wasnât a fan, never had been.
he squeezes past the crowd, grumbling to himself as he goes. eddie preferred to be in bed by three. his mom was very spiritual and had drilled into him that nothing good could come out of being awake at the witching hour.
something or someone knocks into him, or vice versa, he canât really tell. itâs too dark and heâs had too much to even really care.
âwatch it,â you snap, twisting around to send the dirtiest glare.
âwhat the fuck? you bumped into me,â he shouts over the loud thumping beat. immediately wishing he could swallow his words, noticing your eyes narrow, sizing him up. youâre the prettiest girl in this place, the only one heâs even looked at twice and now you hated him.
âwhatever asshole,â you snarl, before continuing your way to the busy bar.
eddie hesitates for a moment before shoving through the path youâd made, angering another ten people on his way. he didnât care, that couldnât be your only impression of him.
he catches up, squeezing into the tiny space next to you, leaning against the sticky marble as you wait patiently.
his hand brushes your arm, earning another sly glance, face screwing up as you realise heâd tailed you to the bar.
âsorry,â he starts, not giving you the opportunity to tell him to fuck off first. âi wanted to apologise.. i was rude,â tongue resting on his bottom lip, appreciating the new found lighting and how it made you glow.
âyou were,â smiling pointedly, eyes trailing down his chest, âbut you can buy me a drink to make up for it.â
eddie stares, mouth agape at your brutal, up-front attitude before it turns to a tiny smirk, âi think thatâs fair,â honestly he admired it. the only girl in here worth a second glance.
���vodka,â you add, making room for him to order.
he takes one last admiring look at you before turning to the bartender.
you tunnel your way back through the crowd, your friends long gone by now. eddie didnât mind keeping you company, not one bit.
his fingers wrap around your wrist, tugging you gently back towards him. rightfully earning another scathing glare as you stop, inches in front of him.
âyouâre not gonna even tell me your name?â he leans in, smirking as he does.
your lips brush against his ear, name soft as silk as you mutter into his hair. it sends shivers down his spine, wanting your lips on his ear and his neck.
âeddie,â he replies, resting his hand on the small of your back, keeping you close in the packed club.
âare you a dancer, eddie?â the way his name rolls off of your tongue makes him unfathomably crazy.
ânot really,â he mumbles, tongue poking out of his lips.
âtoo bad,â your smirk, pulling towards the bustling dance floor before he can argue against it.
he didnât like clubbing nor dancing but if you insist, he couldnât say no.
the music ripples around him, hazy when all he can focus on is you and the way your hips twist in time to the beat. youâre not even trying and yet heâs completely encapsulated by your body.
thereâs an attempt at dancing along with you, though heâs not any good. itching to just place his hands on your waist and let you guide him.
the purple light catches your eye as you move closer, eddieâs eyes latched onto you the entire time.
âyouâre really not a dancer, are yaâ?â you lean in to whisper.
âcanât help it, iâm distracted,â he purrs, daring to place his hand on the small of your back.
you purse your lips, keeping whatever snarky comment to yourself.
fuck it.
âdâyou wanna get out of here?â eddie asks, âi know a place.â
your brow quirks, âhm? how do i know you wonât kidnap me?â
he tilts his head, meeting your eye, âyouâll just have to trust me,â offering his hand for you to take, eager to get you out of this club.
really, heâd go anywhere if it meant he could look at you properly without getting elbowed in the back by sweaty drunks.
you hesitate for a split second, which he supposes is fair, before placing your hand in his, permission to lead you from the dance floor and out into the chilly night.
your arms wrap around yourself, shivering in the cold.
eddie doesnât hesitate, taking his jacket off and placing it around your shoulders. âitâs not far from here.. we can walk?â
your eyes narrow once more, pulling his jacket tighter, âlead the way, eddie.â
he knows youâre trying to taunt him, maybe rile him up a little and by god is it working. taking your hand once more as you start the walk to his apartment, anticipating coursing through his veins.
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the elevator ride up to his floor is hell, fingers twitching to touch you. heâd do it too, if you were alone. plagued with one of his neighbours just trying to get home as you hang off of his arm.
eddieâs thankful his floor is first, losing the will to not just grab you right then and there.
your mouth falls open, eyes flitting around the apartment he definitely didnât pay someone else to decorate for him.
âyou live here?â
eddie didnât grow up around money. he lived in a trailer for most of his life, cramped into the tiny home with his uncle in some dead end town until he finally found the nerve to move himself to chicago.
there were dreams of a music career that wilted away pretty quickly after he realised that there were a hundred and one other screwed up teens just like him, all wanting the same thing.
selling drugs wasnât exactly his chosen path but heâd sold a little weed in high school and found he wasnât awful at it and now here he was.
with more money than he knew what to do with and a reputation for being a hard ass.
he doesnât entertain your amazement, sidling over to you with his hands already finding their place to your waist.
âthe bedroomâs even better,â eddie smirks, feeling your fingers twist around his t-shirt.
âgo âhead,â half-smile on your pretty lips.
your body brushes against his as you trail behind, not wanting to waste another second. he hasnât even kissed you yet, has no idea how addicting youâll taste, the slight hint of vanilla in your smudged lipgloss.
expertly twisting you around, stumbling over just slightly before he catches you, planting his lips on yours, manoeuvring your entwined bodies around the darkened room.
heâs done this dance a hundred times, but something about you feels different. youâre mailable, trusting in his hands to guide you to the bed while your hands sit atop his shoulders.
falling back onto the mattress, tugging him down atop of your body, fingers clawing at his collar while his hands roam your body, grabbing at your hips and waist.
eddie haphazardly reaches for the lamp, disconnecting your lips for a brief moment before the orange hue fills the room.
you groan in response, sprawled out on the mattress underneath him.
âi wanna see you,â he remarks, taking your bottom lip between his teeth before he kisses you properly again. a full battle between teeth and tongues, barely catching against one another, lips wet with each other.
you sigh softly into his mouth when his hand travels beneath your dress, sliding between your aching thighs, panties already wet and begging to be torn off.
he doesnât though, wanting to draw this out just a tiny bit longer, removing his fingers from your heat to toy with the hem of your dress.
âfuck,â you gasp, breaking away from his lips, âdonât be mean,â swollen bottom lip jutting out to make it all that much worse.
âokay,â eddie laughs quietly, âiâm done,â sticking to his word as your dress comes down in one rough tug, grunting as he does so.
he sits up on his knees, admiring the sight of your quivering body below. âworth it,â he remarks, tearing off his own t-shirt, and launching it across the room somewhere.
his jeans are next, shaking them off of his leg as they land on the floor with a soft thud.
your hand instinctively covers your chest, shying away from his hungry gaze.
ânuhuh,â eddie bites, pulling your arm away, pinning it underneath his as he comes back to your level, hovering just above. âdonât do that.â
you blink, pulling him closer with your free hand. the cat and mouse routine had been going on far too long, even for him. feeling your heat against his cock, almost painful to the touch as it strains his boxers.
âwell if you hurried up..â you start, tilting your chin towards him with a tiny smirk.
eddie laughs loudly, yanking your panties down abruptly, âalright sweetheart, i hear ya,â returning his hand to between your thighs, spreading you open with his middle finger before sliding the digit in.
you huff in response, mouth falling open as that melodic tone heâs been waiting for falls from your lips, dancing around his ears.
your head falls back against the soft pillow, opening your legs further as he shifts fully in between, biting down onto his bottom lip.
âthat better?â pumping his finger between your slick folds, your breath quivering with every move.
you nod quickly, readjusting your grip on his shoulder, taking a deep breath when his thumb finds your clit.
he canât hold off any longer, pulling his fingers out and tugging his boxers down, cock springing up against his stomach.
âmhm,â he groans, teasing your sopping cunt with the tip of his already leaking cock, lapping up every last whine of appreciation you let slip.
eddie slides in, staggered breaths as he pauses, adjusting his position to allow his hand to find your hand, fingers intertwining while you huff into his ear.
âshit,â he utters, slowly thrusting his hips, gripping your hand tighter, pressing you into the mattress.
he wouldnât have fucked around so much if he knew this is what youâd feel like.
your thighs squeeze around his waist, the soft skin encasing him. goading him on with your sweet breathless whines, repeating his name like gospel.
working his way to the hilt, debating why he could just sit there for a while with his cock buried deep inside of you or not.
your fingers twist around his curls, gently tugging on the messy mop atop of his head.
whimpering into the tiny shared space between your faces, your eyes fighting to stay open. cheeks warm and flushed, incoherent babbling trailing from your mouth.
âyou.. you feel fuckinâ insane,â eddie growls, wishing he could swallow that familiar twist in his stomach, keep this going forever and ever.
the air is warm, filthy sounds of his skin against yours fill the room as you desperately move your hips against his. loosely connecting your lips in a hazy kiss, he can feel you tighten around him, whimpers strained and needy as you near your orgasm.
âahh fuck,â eddie mewls, burying his head into the delicate skin of your neck, leaving lazy kisses in the crook. hoping he can hold out for just a minute more while you tremble around him. coming undone right beneath his body.
you hum into his ear, running your fingers along his scalp, pulling gently on his hair.
eddie canât stop himself any longer, pulling his cock out of your cunt before he cums, letting his release cover your thigh instead.
your nails continue to trace through his hair while his mouths babbles a bunch of nonsensical bullshit into your neck, surely condemned by a life in hell for the blasphemous shit he was saying.
coaxing his head out of the comfort of your skin to gaze into his tired eyes, your heartbeats coinciding with one another.
instead of saying anything, you grin, laughing quietly to yourself. eddie thinks youâre crazy and yet, heâs sure he mightâve just fallen in love.
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eddie feels like a creep, watching as you sleep, your leg twisted somewhere between his making him terrified to even think about moving.
he doesnât want to startle you, in fact he doesnât really want this to end. he knows that once you wake, heâll be lucky to see you again.
maintaining relationships wasnât exactly a skill he possessed.
you stir sometime later, feeling your way up his chest as you come around. maybe youâd think he was a freak, maybe youâd regret it and decide to file a restraining order or something.
âmorning,â you croak, lips plump with sleep, eyes barely open as they peep at the other side of the bed.
âhi,â wanting to cringe at his complete lack of charm.
âyou talk in your sleep,â you say pointedly, shadows of a smile on your lips.
âoh really? what was i saying?â
you shrug, âsomething about a fire,â scrunching your nose up. idyllic as you bask in the morning light, a real picture of beauty.
âa fire? thatâs weird, i was dreaming about you,â undecided whether it were too much too soon.
you curl away from him, shying into the pillow when a bang at the door interrupts everything, damn near rattling his entire apartment.
you look to him again, confusion threading your brows together, âwhoâs that?â worry seeping through your tone.
âi donât know,â well, he had a pretty good idea of who it probably was and he most definitely didnât want to deal with that right now.
they bang again, eddie unfurling his arm from your waist, âiâll be two minutes,â frowning to himself as he pulls his boxers on.
as expected, gareth and jeff stand outside, gormless as their eyes fall to his bare legs.
âwoah,â gareth exclaims, eyes wide.
âwhat dâyou two want?â
âyou not gonna invite us in?â jeff presses, still marvelling at his legs.
âno.â
âwhy?â gareth peers into the apartment, âwhoâve you got in there?â
âyour mom,â eddie quips, âwhy are you here?â
the two idiots share a look, half-offended, half trying to figure out if eddie was telling the truth or not.
âwell-â they come closer, âweâve got that shipment.. for the thing,â brows wiggling, âcoupleâa weeks and itâll be in.â
this leads to eddie closing the door further round, in fear of you overhearing. heâs not sure how well received thatâd be on your first morning together.
âshh,â he hisses, looking around the very empty corridor, âyou couldnât have told me this later?â
they shake their heads in unison, âmurray said to let you know, no phones.. no paper trail.â
eddie searches both of their blank faces before nodding, âalright.. alright, you can go now.â
they oblige but not before jeff grabs his crotch, winking at eddie which makes him slightly uncomfortable and letting out an almost inaudible have fun before disappearing into the elevator.
the urge to knock their heads together had never been stronger, returning to his apartment to find you stood in the middle of his bedroom, staring at the pictures on his dresser.
âi used to be cute, right?â he knows exactly which one youâre looking at, startling at the sound of his voice.
you turn, still holding onto the frame, âis that your mom?â
âmhm,â he hums, taking the frame from your grasp, âshe..â clearing his throat, âshe died when i was younger,â tracing his thumb over the image of her crazy hair.
âoh,â you frown, looking at him with pitiful eyes, âiâm sorry.â
he shakes his head, hair falling out of the loose bun heâd thrown up, âdonât apologise,â placing the photo back in itâs rightful place, âshe was sick,â turning to you with his half-moon eyes.
he wishes he hadnât even said it, the look on your face was too woeful, especially after the large grin youâd had plastered on it just this morning.
eddie sniffs, jumping to action, âget dressed,â he practically orders, wanting nothing more than to change the subject, âweâre going out,â telling, rather than asking.
âwhere?â
he shrugs, opening the large closet which mostly consisted of plain black tees and his jeans.
âi donât have any clothes.. or my toothbrush, give me an hour and-â
interrupted by a shirt flying over, just about catching it before it lands on the ground, âwear mine, thereâs a spare toothbrush in the bathroom,â eddie nods, sliding into his own clothes.
you stare dumbfounded at the cotton, before glancing back at him, âuh.. i donât- what if people think..â
he turns, smile already peaking through, âif people think what? that we fucked? oh no,â riddled with sarcasm.
âyouâre not funny,â you pout though you shimmy into the t-shirt, âi didnât mean that i just..â trailing off into silence.
eddieâs eyes widen, something about seeing you in his shirt invigorated something within.
âdonât look at me like that,â shying away though there was really no need. heâd seen it all already.
âi canât help it,â he remarks, standing wide-eyed.
your eyes roll in return, turning away to slip into his sweats though that makes everything worse. eddie instantly jumps to grab you, squeezing your arms against your sides, eliciting a high pitched squeal from you.
âmaybe breakfast can wait,â growling into your ear, tripping over your legs as he barrels towards the bed.
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eddie sighs, eyeing the seemingly stagnant clock on the dash. he knows you get off at three, toying with the idea of telling you heâs coming to get you or just turning up outside your building.
he figures heâs close enough that he wonât bother, shifting into drive. youâd only seen each other yesterday but he couldnât get enough.
girls came and went in his life, never sticking around long enough for him to really get to know them. it felt different this time, he was itching to be with you, this constant need to be near you, with you. it scared him deep down, turning his stomach at the thought of someone actually meaning something to him.
he watches the door like a hawk, positioned outside so that you canât possibly miss him.
itâs five after three by the time you emerge from the grand door, closely followed by who he assumes are your co-workers. eyes narrowing at the sight of the spindly guy following behind.
eddie clocks the exact moment you spot him, ducking your head as you break away from the group and slide into the passenger seat.
âwhatâre you doing here?â you flush, though your smile is evident, creeping onto his own face.
âi canât come pick you up from work?â
you shrug, still coy as your co-workers dawdle, staring into the car with eager eyes.
âwhyâre you so shy all of a sudden? not even gonna kiss me?â eddie teases, feeling the eyes of your colleagues hot on his face.
âshut up,â you scoff, rolling your eyes.
he takes this as a challenge, leaning over the centre console to press his forehead to yours, waiting for your approval before embarrassing you any further.
your lips lock onto his before he can think about it, deciding to turn the innocent kiss into what he can only describe as a sloppy, over exaggerated makeout session. something similar to his first attempts at kissing.
you pull back, groaning in disgust, averting your eyes from the nosy gaggle of colleagues that still stood gawping.
mission accomplished.
eddie grins before speeding away, not bothering to acknowledge them another time.
you want to be annoyed, eddie can tell. tutting in your seat as if you didnât enjoy that just as much as he did.
âwho was that? your boyfriend?â only half-joking.
thereâs another sigh, âi wish,â as you mess around with the dials on the dash.
eddie would normally smack your hand away but for you, he couldnât.
an absolute sucker for the way your fingers danced around the tortoise shell interior, making yourself comfortable in his car like you should.
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âyouâve never been to brunch?â you fret, looking at him with pure amazement over the table.
âno,â eddie chuckles, taking a sip of his coffee, âwhy would i?â
âwhy wouldnât you?â smiling wide.
thereâs been a lot of firsts for eddie these past few weeks.
youâd dragged him for a walk around the park in front of his complex, perplexed that heâd never even bothered. heâd been into a florist for the first time, hand picking some overpriced bouquet just for you.
he shakes his head, shrugging. there wasnât any time for brunch when you had to move kilos of cocaine for rich aristocrats.
âyou donât live,â you scoff, sipping on your 11am mimosa as if it were the most normal thing in the world.
itâs ridiculous how soft you make him feel. heâd do brunch in some gentrified neighbourhood every day if it meant you smiled at him like that.
everything about you is too sweet, your clothes, the perfume you doused yourself in, the lipstick stains youâd leave behind on shared cigarettes. even last week when youâd made him stop for some cat food for the tiny stray that hung around your garden. who does that?
âsome of us have to work, sweetheart,â eddie teases, shuffling around on the far-too-fancy chair.
âi work,â you hit back, âonly difference is that what i do, isnât illegal,â whispering the last part of your sentence, smug as you take a drink.
he looks on in pure awe. the fact that you could speak to him like that and yet still end up his favourite person was a miracle in and of itself.
âdâyou want me to pay for your fuckinâ brunch or not?â
âi can pay fâmyself,â you huff.
âbut i donât want you to.â
your eyes glint, pursing your lips to the side, âi donât want to either.â
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eddieâs already trembling in the car, murray droning on about the importance of gloves next to him. this all seemed like a good idea a couple of weeks ago and now his stomach flipped with every turn.
that was before he had something to lose, before he met you.
maybe weeks of you loosening him up had ruined him. the soft life was a dream in comparison to this. the complete fear coursing through his veins was enough to make him never want to leave the serene calm of your arms ever again.
a couple of years ago he was just some kid selling weed to the losers that hung around the block and now heâs clutching a pistol, contemplating whether heâd survive if he just jumped out of the car.
murray wouldnât let him. heâd find him, make him pay for being such a pussy.
eddieâs eyes fall shut, head lolling back against the seat, conjuring up images of you in his head. if he had to do it, he also had to make it out alive.
for you.
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a ringing bellows through his head, fumbling with the keys as his fingers shake.
he couldnât remember if you were at work tonight, hoping you wouldnât have to see this. get pulled into his ridiculous life.
eddie stumbles through the door, making a beeline for the bathroom when your voice calls out from the kitchen.
âeds?â
choosing to ignore it, focussed on the churning in his stomach and the need to empty whatever was rumbling around in there.
it all comes out into the toilet, heaving and retching as you round the corner completely perplexed by whatever was going on.
heâs slumped on the cold floor, gasping for air when you speak, âeddie?â terror in your voice.
âwhat happened?â
eddie barely looks up, focused on not throwing up again. he canât explain it, thereâs no words to tell you what happened without incriminating himself.
your eyes fall to the red splatters on his shirt, the cuts that littered his knuckles and the purple hue that had started taking over his cheek.
any idiot could put two and two together.
heâs been cryptic about what he does for work, never saying too much but just enough for you to understand. he didnât want to tell you, to have to drag you into all this. that wasnât fair.
for a moment, he thinks youâre about to run out of the door and never look back. he wouldnât blame you if you did.
instead, you take charge, stepping into the bathroom with your hands resting on your hips, âget up,â you order, tugging at his arm.
he doesnât. still partially curled around the toilet bowl, confused about your attitude.
âi said get up,â barking again, holding onto his elbow with an iron clad grip.
eddie obliges this time around, shakily standing up. he feels like a child, waiting for you to tell him what to do, to make him feel normal again.
you pull him to the sink, running the warm water, scrubbing his hands with yours. the water runs a murky colour, red and brown alike.
âget under your nails,â you add, lathering the soap on his palms, laser focused on his hands rather than the sorry state that had overcome him.
he does as you ask, scrubbing under his nails. standing aloof when you turn the water off.
your hands find the hem of his shirt, pulling it up over his head, âoff,â nodding towards his jeans.
itâs a little unsettling that you know exactly what to do, but eddieâs not complaining. grateful for your presence, for your forward thinking. who knows what he wouldâve done if you werenât here. he thinks he probably wouldâve handed himself straight into the cops.
you hold a bag open for him, gesturing for his clothes to go in. âweâll.. we can get rid of them tomorrow,â eventually meeting his eyes again.
he nods, allowing you to guide him through to his bedroom. pliable, completely at your mercy. if you told him that jumping off of bridge would help, heâd do it.
you dump the bag of evidence on the floor before pulling out a fresh shirt and sweatpants, flinging them on the bed.
âget dressed.. iâll get you some water,â before flouncing out of the room.
eddie hated himself for dragging you into his life like this. it was always supposed to be something separate, something isolated from your relationship.
heâs barely dressed by the time you return, feeling like a pitiful mess. if the look on your face were anything to go by, he looked like it too.
âeddie,â you begin, that same sad tone youâd had when he told you about his mom, âi donât..â stepping closer, âneed to know what happened- i donât really want to know either but.. you canât let it fuck you up,â looking at him earnestly, which honestly hurts more.
he nods, âi know,â because he did. âiâm sorry for-,â he sighs, âfor getting you involved, i never wanted you to see this.â
you respond by throwing your arms around his waist, squishing your cheek against his chest, âdonât.. donât start with that.â
his chin finds the top of your head, nestling into your hair, wrapping his arms around your shoulders.
itâs a nice type of silence, the air heavy with unspoken words but he thinks thatâs okay.
you understand anyway.
#eddie munson#eddie munson smut#eddie munson x you#eddie munson fluff#eddie munson fanfic#eddie munson x reader#eddie munson x y/n#eddie munson one shot
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college bf! f1 drivers pt 1 â
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summary: college bf! f1 drivers text messages with small written snippets based on the texts :)
warnings: fem pronouns, kys jokes, cursing, mentions of kissing, kissing, slightly suggestive, nicknames (baby, babe, love), typos (?)
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charles leclerc
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you grab a can of grape soda and search for a place to sit. you find a corner near the window, the fresh spring breeze rustling your hair. you sit down and wait patiently for charles. a few minutes later he's walking inside the canteen, towards you. he's smiling big and as soon as he reaches you, he grabs your face, placing chaste kisses on your cheek and lips.
"hey, baby" he greets you. you smile and reply "hi"
he takes a seat beside you and raises his eyebrows, like he's waiting for you to do something. you raise your eyebrows in return. he grumbles out a few words which you cannot decipher. you nudge him softly as you ask him to repeat. "i didn't get my kiss!" he says, rolling his eyes playfully.
"oh you big baby" you say as you grab his face a drop a few kisses on his cheek. your lipstick staining his cheek. you caress his cheek to wipe it away. "happy?" you question him. he nods, "very. afterall, i ditched my class to be here with you."
your smile fades a bit, feeling a little guilty as you had called him so abruptly. you shove him playfully, making him stand up "go back, the class would've just started. you can still make it"
he frowns. he shakes his head, "its not an important class, he's just doing some revision."
"revision is important! i just needed to see my boyfriend for a little boost. i'm good now. go!"
he reluctantly lets go. he places a kiss on your forehead and promises to come visit your dorm later in the evening. you smile up at him and reach for your soda, only to see it in charles' hand. he gives you a wink as he leaves, taking a sip from the can.
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the game had just ended, and you were so incredibly proud of your boyfriend. he had scored a goal for the team. the winning goal. you smiled in excitement, waiting for the team to let go of your boyfriend so you can congratulate him. he spots you standing nearby and excuses himself from his team mates. he walks over to you, picking you up as he reaches you.
you yelp in surprise and hold onto him tight. wrapping your arms around his neck, laughing. "congrats, baby. that was amazing!" he smiles brightly, kissing your cheek. "thank you, mia cara" he says. he puts you down gently and wraps his arms around you.
"you came" he says, kissing the side of your forehead.
"i wouldn't be anywhere else"
after a few seconds, you swat him away. "look at all that sweat. ugh get away from me" you complain, rolling your eyes playfully
he picks you up again, walking towards his car. "put me down, you sick fuck" you wrap your arms around him as he fastens his pace, making you laugh. "now i'm all sweat"
"gives us another reason to shower together" he says, a slight smirk making its way onto his face.
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you pick your phone up as soon as you're done showering and putting on some comfortable clothes. you click on the face time button and set your phone up on the bed, pillows as the support. you wait for lewis to pick, which doesn't take long as he picks up in a couple of rings.
you smile at him "what's up, princess?" the words slip past you automatically, like you've said this to him a thousand times. which you have.
he grunts in mock annoyance. "come save me, i'm stuck here" he says, his face showing how he hated being in that party. you could hear loud snarky music in the background.
"i wish i could, i left my car for service" you smile at him apologetically. he groans and starts walking towards a balcony of some sort, or an open space. it was much more peaceful. you could hear him more clearly now.
"will you please stay with me on ft for a while? until my room mate decides to leave. which will be soon because he's drunk out of his mind." he says, sitting down on a stool. the night breeze making him shiver.
you spoke for a few minutes until his friend decided to leave. lewis said he'd be near your dorm after dropping his mate in the room. he said he desperately needed your hug.
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you shared your live location with george. you were currently walking towards your dorm. you felt his strong cologne engulf you before his arms did. you smile as you walk with george, his arm draped around your waist. "well, hello there" you amuse.
"don't you ever scare me like that. do you know how much i died on the inside?" he questions you, giving your waist a squeeze. you kiss his cheek, hoping to calm his nerves. "i told you, baby! i fell asleep in the library. ms sanders woke me up. i was exhausted after that 12 page essay"
"its okay, i know. you need to rest, love. did you eat yet?" he questions, as you both enter your dorm.
you shake your head, "i had breakfast, slept through lunch"
he looks at you like you've grown two heads. he grabs your hand and starts walking towards the exit. you let out a chuckle "now where are we headed to, girl?"
he looks at you, giving you a mock glare. "girl? what happened to bf, love, baby, cutie?"
he tells you to wait near the exit. a few minutes later, he's there with his bike. he motions for you to hop on. you smile as you get on, getting comfortable behind him. "we are getting some food into that stomach of yours" he says, handing you your helmet.
you wrap your arms around his torso. you knew. you knew, even if he had the most important thing to do, he would drop it to look after you. not because you were his girlfriend. but because you were his priority. because you were important. and he was deeply, madly, desperately, messily in love with you.
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you were in your university park, sitting under a tree. the guy you were supposed to be doing your political science project was doing anything but the project. you were not a patient person, and it was getting harder as the guy even kept touching your shoulder now and then.
to your rescue, your boyfriend was right there. he walked towards the both of you. he took his seat next to you, giving the guy a timid 'pls fuck of soon' smile. he wrapped his arm around your waist, pulling you closer to him. he sat there as you guys actually started to discuss your project.
the guy clearly didn't get the hint as he still tried to make contact with you now and then. the third time, max was done with all the utter bullshit that he was witnessing. he pulled you closer to him
"you know, i would really like it if you got your stupid ass hand off my girl" he says, making the guy frown in annoyance. within seconds, the guy is scurrying off.
you let out a delayed laugh. you look up at max. he shrugs, giving you an innocent smile. "you can't actually say that, max!"
he kisses your forehead, whispering "i just did, baby."
he brushes your arm near the place where the guy touched you. "what are you doing?" you question.
"dusting off his filthiness from you. maybe we should get back to my dorm. shower the filthiness off after i watch you finish on my face." he offers his reply. you shove him playfully. "you're the filthy one"
he stares, kissing your lips softly, mumbling, "you make me."
the end
an: had so much fun making these. hope u enjoy!
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synopsis: The only constant thatâs good enough to distract Pitfighter Vi is calling you when sheâs horny
tags: Soft!dom Vi, CallGirl!reader, sesbian lex mwahahaha, established relationship, slight intoxication (iâm pretty sure sheâs got a high tolerance by nowâŚ), cunnalingus, fingering, nipple play, cum eating, pet names (cupcake, sugar, etc.), praise, vulgar, explicit, smexy i think i hope i pray
wrd cnt : 1.5k
a/n: the wlw in me is awake and ready to scissor i mean succeed⌠i need to be all up in that icing eating the FUCK outta viâs absolutely drowning in thst cupcakeâŚanyways guys iâll excuse myself
extra: also click the title for a song!!
Fight Drink Fuck.
The usual cycle for most Zaunites, especially one of your frequent callersâŚ
You give her the benefit of the doubt- Until sheâs calling you at 2am, clearly drunk in her own wallow and whiskey.
Once you make your way up the rusted stairs to Viâs corner apartment, you knock just once and hear a rustling of clanking bottles and shuffling bedsheets.
The door swings open and you find a wide smiling Vi, a hand reaching for the back of waist to pull you in.
You know the place quite well and itâsâŚphysical restrictions with the lack of space.
âMake yourself at home cupcakeâ. She says, taking a seat on the edge of the bed as you follow, sitting on one of your legs.
âYou need to be more careful in the pitâ You mumble, your fingertips grazing over her bandaged chest, suddenly stopping as Vi feigns a painful wince.
âJust kiddingâŚâ She says while smirking, enjoying the concern on your face.
âYouâre an asshole.â You say, planning to get off the bed, but you feel her calloused hand grab your forearm to pull you back into place on her lap, straddling her.
âRelax hunâŚâ She coos, âIâll be fine, especially with you hereâ She says, rubbing your back softly as she shifts you closer to her, feeling her nose graze the side of your neck as her chin hits your shoulder.
âMmmâŚsmells goodâ, you hear her say muffled into your neck.
âYou smell like tequilaâŚâ You blurt out, earning a chuckle and a nod from her.
âYeah not like itâs the first time.â She replies, fingers stroking up the sides of your torso, her eyes glued to yours.
âYou look like you should sleep instead- your eyes have bagsâ You point out, touching her under eyes and finding your index covered in black paint.
âI sleep enoughâ She mumbles, raising her knees up and hoisting you high up in her lap, hands moving down to hold your hips in place.
âIâm suprised you answered my call, itâs past your bedtime.â She adds snarky, referring to your strict business hours as her attention is much more centered at softly squeezing your thighs.
âFunny for you to say.â
She rolls her eyes, running a hand through her disheveled hair and scoffing.
You roll your fingertips together, smearing the paint off your hands and into your clothes.
âSeriously though, heard you got your ass kicked tonightâŚis that why youâre especially a sore loser right now?â
You hear her chuckle, rolling away an empty bottom under her feet, âIf I was such a sore loser whyâd you show up? Seems like you donât mind my drunken escapades.â Her eyes glint, enjoying the little back and forth.
ââŚBesidesâ She continued, âDonât you like it when I call? Or is it all justâŚbusiness?â She whispers, holding your chin in place to look at you as she tilts her face to get closer.
You feel a slight ache in your chest, a torsion in your stomach as she brushed a thumb across your bottom lip, her grey orbs looking into yours as the faint streetlights from outside seep into her small bedroom.
âViâŚitâs never just business with youâ. You answer.
Her lips curved into a slow smile, and she leaned in closer, her breath mingling with yours. "Prove it," she whispered, her voice low and playful.
Your hands tightening slightly as they rested on her shoulders, feeling the firmness of muscle beneath the rough fabric of her shirt.
"How?" you asked, your voice barely audible.
She didn't answer right away, her eyes flicking down to your lips before returning to meet your gaze. "Kiss me," she breathed, the command hanging in the air like a challenge.
The distance between you seemed to shrink, the walls closing in until there was nothing but the two of you in this cramped, chaotic room.
Unable to resist, you leaned in, your lips brushing against hers in a tentative, almost shy and longing kiss.
Vi responded immediately, her lips pressing firmer against yours, hand sliding up to tangle in your hair as the other grips your hip, grinding you down onto her.
You parted your lips slightly with your thumb, allowing her to deepen the kiss, her tongue darting out to tease yours. The taste of tequila entering your senses
"More," Vi murmured against your lips, her voice hoarse with want.
You pulled back slightly, your eyes dark with desire as you looked down at her.
Her pupils were dilated and hungry, ripping away layers and layers of your clothing.
It wasnât long until she satiated herself.
Big and rushed hands cupping your now bare breasts, thumbs brushing over your nipples until they hardened under her touch.
You couldnât stop yourself from moaning into her mouth, arching into her hands as pleasure shot through your body.
âFuck⌠youâre so beautiful,â Vi whispered, her voice shaking with emotion.
You didnât respond with words, instead choosing to show her just how much she affected you. It was never just business.
Your hands slid down to her belt, fumbling with the buckle as you tried to free her from the constraints of her clothes.
She helped you, quickly unfastening the belt and tugging her pants down below her hips and thrown somewhere in the small room.
The sight of her bare skin, the smooth expanse of her abdomen made your breath catch in your throat. You wanted to devour her, to lose yourself in the sensation of being so close and filthy.
She scooted back, moving you with her until she pushed you flat on your back, head on the big flat pillows near the headboard.
âVi- waitâŚâ You whisper, getting glimpses of her bruised knuckles.
âYeah, cupcake?â She asked, her body hovering above yours with her hands on each side of your head.
You stammer about, ââŚare you sure? Maybe we shouldnât-â
You get shushed pretty fast, feeling as Vi shifted her weight, allowing you to feel every inch of her against you. "Don't you dare overthink this," she whispered, fingers tangling in your hair as she tilted your head back, exposing the delicate curve of your neck. "Just feel."
Your brows contort in pleasure as you feel her lips kiss and nip at the canvas of your neck, leaving violet marks along your skin as her fingers danced down your stomach to the hem of your panties.
âAwwâŚthese are pretty cute.â She remarks with a sweet chuckle, watching you get embarrassed before pulling them down your legs as she crouches to lay between your legs.
Even after so many times, you feel like youâre getting put under a spotlight every-time Vi scans her eyes over your wet cunt, fingers messily playing with your folds and rubbing your inner thigh, never giving it to you off the bat.
You feel the glare of her eyes on your slippery skin, her breath so close and tantamount to torture.
âStop staringâŚâ You mumble, hands coming to hold her hair, hearing her chuckle again.
âSo impatientâŚâ, she whispers before finally dipping into you, her tongue tracing up your slit to taste you.
You feel your body burn up, undeniably excited for more.
As her tongue flicked against your most sensitive spots, all thoughts seemed to blur into a haze of wanting- needing more.
Her hands grounded you firm, fingers curling against your inner thighs as she effortlessly held you in place, all the while eliciting sultry sounds from you that only turned her on more.
âVi moreâŚâ You breathed out, ragged and needy.
âTell me what you want, cupcake,â she murmured against your skin, her voice low and sultry- a smirk playing on her lips.
âPlease, ViâŚyour fingersâ you managed to breathe, feeling vulnerability wash over you but diluted in your carnal desire.
âSee? Not so overthinking now, are we?â she teased, her fingers joining the fray; curling and stroking the spongy spot in your core with precision, back arching instinctively as a primal need surged through you.
âGod, ViâŚâ you moaned, lost in the haze of pleasure she was gifting you, your skin aflame with every touch, every caress that had you spiraling closer to the edge.
And even when you reach it, it wonât be enough, not for her.
âStay still for me babyâŚjust need sâmoreâŚâ She huffs out, palms pressing down on your inner thigh to open you up as she presses a flat tongue on your clit.
You groan lowly, feeling her fingers digging into your skin just enough to feel good.
âVi- I canât-â
âYes you canâ She groans into your wet lips, âYou can take it, sugarâ.
You gripped the sheets, feeling your fingernails dig into your own flesh from between the fabric, hips rolling up toward her face as she greedily laps up all the essence spilling and spilling out of your swollen cunt, swallowing up her groans as Vi continues to make you shake and writhe.
Youâll pick up tomorrowâs call too, wonât you?
whimsic4alwasab1 ⢠- do not copy, translate, modify, or claim any of my work as your own.
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hello! I recently got into fanfics again and youre such a talented writer đ i was hoping to get theo or/and mattheo w a Hufflepuff reader whose been acting really bratty so they put her in her place đđ i hope its not too much for u n if u dont feel like it thats totally fine too! đ¤
Yes! I didn't specify the house, but I hope this works!
Attitude
Theodore Nott X F!Reader
Warnings: Orgasm denial, unprotect sex, creampie, cussing.
18+ Minors DNI!
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You normally were so sweet. Never really had much of an attitude, or at least, if you did, it never lasted long. However, today, you were moody and short with people, especially to your sweet boyfriend Theodore. He was trying to figure out what you needed all day. Getting you food and sweets, trying to give you affection, trying to give you space, trying to make you laugh. None of it was working. He was losing his patience.
It was just before dinner when you decided to say another snarky thing to him while you were sitting with the boys. He snapped and dragged you over to the bathroom. You thought you were gonna get a lecture about talking to him disrespectfully in front of his friends. Instead, he had you bent over the sink, panties around your ankles while he fucked you from behind.
âYou need to drop the attitude, cara mia.â He said, watching your face in the mirror. âIâve been very patient with you today.â
âJust shut up and fuck me.â You moaned, gripping onto the sink.
Wrong choice of words because he pulled out and turned you around, gripping your waist tightly. âIs that how you talk to me?â His voice was low and stern.
âCan you please just fuck me, Theo.â You whined.
âWhat did I say about the attitude?â He warned, tilting his head down slightly.
âDrop it.â You said, huffing.
âExactly.â He said, his tone a little softer. âSo, how about we try that again?â
You rolled your eyes and before you could say anything, he grabbed your face with one hand.
âWithout the attitude.â
You sighed, letting your body relax. âCan you please fuck me, Theo?â
âMuch better.â He said with a small smile.
He lifted you up onto the sink and pulled your panties off your ankles as he stepped between your legs. He teased your entrance before thrusting in, making you both moan.
âGive me attitude again and Iâll stop, you understand?â He asked, taking your chin in his fingers to tilt your head to look up at him.
âYes.â You nodded.
He started thrusting, holding onto your hips tightly. You held onto the sink as you tried staying still from his thrusts, moaning his name.
âYou gotta be quiet. People will hear.â He warned.
You nodded, biting down on your lip to try to quiet your moans.
He smiled at your attempt and moved one hand to rub at your clit, causing your moans to get louder as you threw your head back. You brought a hand to your mouth, covering it to muffle the moans.
âJust needed to get fucked to lose that attitude, huh?â He teased, leaning in to kiss your neck.
You were so close, your pussy clenching around him as you cried out into your hand.
Then he stopped, ripping a whine from your throat.
âWhat?â You asked, moving your hand from your mouth as you tried moving your hips to get some of that feeling back.
âYou didnât think Iâd let you cum that easily with that attitude?â He said with a smile as he leaned back to look at you.
You groaned, leaning your head back. âPlease, Theo. I was so close.â
âNext time, I wonât be so nice, principessa.â He said before started to thrust again, rubbing at your clit.
You had to cover your mouth again, moaning loudly, eyes rolling back. Your orgasm was building up again almost as fast as it had left. You came around him with a cry of his name into your hand, trembling as he came too, spilling his cum into you. He pulled out and pulled yourÂ
panties back up onto you.
âGotta keep that in. Think of that every time you wanna act up again, hm?â He smiled before helping you off the sink.
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TAKING CARE OF YOU!
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CONTENT: Fluff, Crack, Domestic Life, Timeline was two years after the final battle, Sexual Themes, Sanemiâs vulgar mouth (lmao)
PAIRINGS: Sanemi Shinazugawa x Fem! Reader
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Sanemi hummed deeply as his calloused fingers tossed the pale yellow rice in the hot skillet.
You nuzzled your worn body against his back and inhaling the comforting scents of ginger and soy that rose from the pan. Wrapping your lone arm tightly around his waist, you pressed a gentle kiss between his shoulder blades and let out a contented sigh.
âYou alright, love?â
Sanemi questioned upon hearing your weary exhale..
âA little bit tired...â Sluggishly, you tried squeezing him closer to convey your meaning, but your grip had slackened.
Concern rippled through Sanemiâs frame at your words. âRest then,â he replied gruffly.
âBut I wanna help,â you protested weakly, lifting your head with effort. Shifting to peer over his shoulder, you pulled your best pouting expression, though your exhaustion likely dulled the effect.
Sanemi huffed a sigh and rolled his eyes at your attempt.
âIâve got this covered. You need to recover your strength,â he insisted, free hand rising to card through your disheveled hair in a rare gentle gesture, he frowned slightly as he saw that your usual radiance was muted, lovely eyes dull with exhaustion.
His eyes swept to your leaning form with a inspecting gaze that lingered on the space where your other arm had been.
âYou canât just expect me to let you cook and clean the house on your own when you only have one hand,â Sanemi muttered gruffly, turning back to the yakimeshi.
âRest. You need it.â His voice was gentle as he tenderly ran his fingers through your hair, planting a soft kiss on your temple.
You furrowed your brows, a mix of exhaustion and defiance in your eyes as you stared at him. Your protest was on the tip of your tongue, but as Sanemi shot you a firm look, the words died down in your throat.
âNow.â he repeated, his tone leaving no room for argument.
With a defeated sigh, you begrudgingly pulled away from him, elbowing him lightly in the side as you did so. Sanemi let out a grunt of irritation, his eyes rolling in response to your brattiness.
âJust go rest, for me, darling...â
âSay please first.â
Sanemi shot you an exasperated glare, the lines on his forehead deepening in irritation.
âJust go and rest, for fuckâs sake, woman,â he grumbled, shaking his head in frustration and fondness.
âNuh-uh. Say pretty please fâme, Nemi~âÂ
You couldn't help but taunt him further, a sly smile curling at the corners of your mouth.
âSay pretty please or you have no ballsâ you quipped, knowing exactly how to push his buttons.
He deadpanned at you.
âMy darling [Name], my love, my soul, you let me fuck you senseless most of the time and you have the audacity to say that?â Sanemiâs voice was laced with disbelief, his narrowed eyes locking onto yours.
âwhat even is the connect of you having no balls to that...â
You muttered, weirded out at his bluntness as your smug facade crumbled under his scrutiny, a sudden rush of uncertainty creeping into your mind.
Before you could come up with a retort, frustration bubbled up within you, culminating in a defiant gesture as you raised your middle finger and stuck your tongue out petulantly.
âRest now.â he commanded, his tone brooking no argument. You opened your mouth to shoot back a snarky remark, but his next words stopped you in your tracks.
âOr maybe I'll just fuck that attitude right out of you, and make you beg for rest,â he declared bluntly, a hint of amusement dancing in his eyes despite his bold words.
âYou disgusting freak.â
A frown marred your features. You knew all too well that he wasn't one to make empty threats, his actions always speaking louder than words.
âYeah, yeah, i am a disgusting freak. Now go.â He shooed you away.
âFine,â you grumbled under your breath, not really in the mood for it, and casting a final eye-roll his way before reluctantly making your way back to your shared room.
âHmph.â Sanemi scoffed.
As you left, Sanemiâs gaze lingered on you for a while before he went back to cooking again.
It has been two years since the demon slayer corps was disbanded.
And you and Sanemi now found solace in each other, joined as one in marriage â Just like the two of you had always dreamt off in the past â getting married together and making a family.
It was a bit tough for you two, since the both of you are technically amputees because of the final battle, but you two managed to make it work.
Though Sanemi had lost several fingers in the battle, your wounds ran far deeper â your left eye was gone, as was your left hand â it got sliced when you were fighting with the uppermoon one on the infinity fortress
It was tough being like this, but with you, he was happy.
After finishing cooking and preparing the fragrant yakimeshi, Sanemi hurried to your shared room and carefully placed the steaming tray of food on the polished wooden table, the aroma wafting through the air.
As he expected, you were not peacefully resting but reclining on the bed with a pout on your face â still seemingly bitter about him previously telling you to let him do all the work.
âHey... Food is ready,â Sanemi announced, observing your reaction as you turned towards him, a hint of irritation in your expression.
âAre you forgetting something?â you questioned, arching an eyebrow expectantly.
What did you mean by that..?
Oh.
Oh..
Sanemi rolled his eyes before gracefully picking up the tray and lowering himself to his knees, presenting the delicious meal to you in a humble gesture.
âHere you go, your majesty. Your feast awaits,â he declared playfully, a smile tugging at his lips as you couldnât help but giggle at the theatrical display. âGood, you may rise now,â you commanded in a regal tone, attempting to sound majestic, which only made him chuckle at how stupid you sound.
You curled your fingers around the smooth porcelain bowl, feeling its cold edges press into your skin as you lifted it from the tray.
Sanemi took the tray and placed it back on the table, as he kneeled before you once again.
âCan you eat it alone?âÂ
he asked, purple eyes searching your face.
âOf course I can,â you replied, feeling a small twist of irritation.
âIâm not paralyzed.â
âJust because Iâm missing one hand doesnât make me helpless.â
âI know that,â he grumbled, voice low. Reaching out, he cupped your thigh in one hand, calloused fingers brushing your skin in idle circles.
âBut let me care for you, just this once,â He continued.
âLet your husband take care of you, just for once, hm?â
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HII... hear me out. Pool sex with katsuki..??
I know you want pool sex but honestly sex in one of those hot springs sounds so much better
â Warningâ
18+ content
Bakugo being a simp but refusing to admit it
Pet names (princess, angel, babe, etc)
Some slut shaming but it's fine
Chubby reader
Bakugo is 6'4
Reader is goth
Marijuana
Reader has the ability to sonic scream similar to black Canary
Side note I am taking more requests if anyone is interested
After UA everyone is class 1-a kept in close contact. Coincidentally both you and Bakugo are in neighboring agencies and see each other quite often at mixers and group parties. One day both agencies claimed that after the most recent villain attack that everyone needed to take a break so each company decided that every hero draw a number and the two heroes that drew the same number would leave for a week to go to an all expenses paid spa with traditional rooms and a private hot spring bath. Today was no different, everyone is lined up and as one of the assistants comes along with a jar everyone grabs a piece of paper, today's number was 78, unfolding your little piece your heart stops, 78 in bold is staring back at you, stepping forward claiming the first spot wondering who you'll be going to the resort with. The agency is on FaceTime and you watch as Bakugo steps forward on the screen holding the same number as you and you feel as your stomach flips your going to be alone with him for a week, he'll be in one of those kimonos and as you imagine it your face heats up. You've been in love with this guy ever since your days at UA he'd never see you that way of course you may be smart and have a sonic scream but you're also a slacker pot head from the US. You hear as everyone cheers for you and congratulates you on being able to take the week off with Bakugo no less. Finishing up the rest of your shift trying to ignore all the comments everyone is making some rude or snarky, your friends however made encouraging remarks and how this could be your chance to seduce him. As your day comes to an end your phone vibrates looking at it your heart races
Bakugo: Guess you're gonna be in my space for a week huh?
Reading the message you laugh he hasn't changed really
You:Yeah I guess so huh you'll just have to forgive me
You reply attempting to be a little flirty but also keep the same energy
Bakugo: I'll find some way you can make it up to me don't worry
Reading that your heart is basically in your asshole I mean how are you supposed to respond to that. You're going to be alone with him and now the entire time this will be all you can fucking think about.
You: yeah you do that lol
You reply trying to defuse the situation and not think about having the best sex life could possibly give you
Bakugo: oh don't doubt me I will
You have no idea what to say simply telling him that you'll see him in the morning and to sleep well.
--next day
You make your way to the agencies where they have a company car that they'll give you unfortunately you don't have your license so that means Bakugo will have to drive he just scoffs at that but you smile
Putting your things in the trunk you're kinda nervous honestly the only bathing suit you have is a bikini with mushrooms that is kinda low cut. Grabbing the special blanket with dragons on it that you've had since high school and need with to sleep successfully, slipping in the passenger seat getting comfy. Bakugo seeing this and scoffing again before saying
"Look at you fucking passenger princess ass" you blush at that he wasn't being mean or rude
"It's a three hour drive bakugo I wanna be comfy"you say shyly holding your blanket close to your chest
"Yeah yeah whatever get comfy then princess it's gonna be a long drive" he says placing the car in reverse putting his hand on the back of your seat watching as he turns his head to see where he's going before pulling out of the parking spot once he's out he puts the car in drive and your face goes red not only did he just call you princess but he did that thing when driving too not realizing the smirk on his face as he pulls on the highway the smirk of victory.
Bakugo has been thinking about this since yesterday morning he's going to get a week with you alone completely. He's basically been in love with you ever since you transferred to the hero course here in Japan. You're smart, kind, beautiful, and you rarely care what others think of you and he loves that. He's aware you smoke it helps with your quirk apparently. He has discovered that he has quite a thing for watching you smoke. The way you purse your lips and inhale, the way you lick your lips when dry, the way the smoke escapes past your lips. Fuck he needs to focus on driving he can't be hard right now. Taking a quick glance towards you he sees you cuddle up with said blanket, only one earbud in with something playing on your phone, you however seem interested. He doesn't want that. He wants to talk to you, he wants to be at the center of your attention. He knows its toxic and crazy since he himself needs to focus on driving but that doesn't mean they can't talk. Right?
"Put your phone down and talk to me. If I fall asleep at the wheel it's your damn fault." He says glancing in your direction.
"If this is your way of asking for me to start a conversation with you then I definitely feel like you could have done that differently but okay" you say huffing out a laugh before continuing the conversation
"What's the first thing you want to do when you get? I know personally I want to soak in that gorgeous hot spring maybe smoke a little joint, if its okay with you of course." He watches you say that with a cheeky smile. Maybe he'll join you this week is after all supposed to be relaxing and that does sound quite nice.
"what a dumb question of course imma see if they have a gym" you rolling your eyes thinking naturally
"Then find some to eat maybe and maybe in between everything I'll join you if I feel like it of course." He says side eyeing you with a slight smile only to catch that you're sporting a similar cheeky smile with pink cheeks. And that's how it went for the next three hours idle chit chat and stupid questions mostly. So when he pulls up to this large log house that has steaming chimney your pupils basically turn into hearts. It's gorgeous the way the sun hits against the large mountains and shines through the trees god you never want to leave and you haven't even stepped into the building.
Once you've both registered with secretary and got your room key (turns out its one of those two in one rooms with a single bamboo room divider) but bakugo opted for just opening the divider doors claiming they'res just more space this way they would have had to share the hot spring anyways since it's a connected room and all. Most of the time they were assigned to people with relativity large families or two pro heroes on vacation. He watches in amusement as your eyes light up again before turning back around and clapping your hands together exclaiming 'right' turning your head to face him giving a soft smile
"I'm about to pack a cone and change into my bikini would you like to join me for a soak and smoke if will" He rolls his eyes at that god you can be so corny sometimes but he listens as you go on
"Then we could find some place to eat or order in either or I don't care"
"yea whatever just let me know when you're done I'm not gonna sit around in my damn trunk" He says with a slight blush thinking of the two of you together alone in a steamy bath while you wear a bikini, fuck he feels like a teenager again and he hates it. He manages to busy himself which in hindsight could have been a mistake because when he hears you clear your throat, whipping his head around he's faced with you in a mushroom styled bikini top that hugs your tits perfectly, realizing just how big they are considering you usually wear large/baggie t-shirts, and a simple pair of black bottoms that hug your ass perfectly, letting a groan slip past his lips as he stands up quickly
"Jesus woman you scared the shit out of me, just wait for me outside I'll be out there in like 10 minutes" he says not making eye contact with you as he walks away. You step outside washing yourself off before heading over and sitting at the edge with your feet dangling into the water, gently moving your feet back and and forth in a swishing motion making sure no water actually splashes up at you, not yet at least, lighting a joint with wet hands is a real bitch, your thoughts only really stopping when you hear the pitter patter of bakugos bare feet against the smooth rock turning your head you give him a smile
"Hey I waited for you before smoking I wasn't sure if you wanted to or not but if you did we could share" You say with that stupid smile while holding up said joint and an ORAGNE lighter he doesn't know why but it makes his heart jump at the thought that maybe you bought it thinking of him little does he know how right he actually is.
"Okay jesus let me rinse off first before you start rushing me" Rolling your eyes at this but giving a slight okay anyways. You can't help as your eyes follow his every movement watching as his back muscles flex and constrict due to his movements. Blush enveloping your face and a little of your neck god your going to be spending a week here with this man. Bakugo being a little tipsy as he took some shots of Soju to help calm his nerves but its doing the exact opposite maybe smoking will help he thinks when he smells it, the potent stench of marijuana. Turning his head he watches as you stand up water splashing as you walk towards him with the joint between your lips gently sucking and exhaling the smoke, he watches as your hips sway walking towards him, getting close to his face pushing said joint up against his lips as a silent plea to open his mouth and when he does you get a full whiff of alcohol and you take a step back as you look at him
"Were you in there drinking? Whats up? You know you can tell me anything right?" You say leaning down a little to make sure you force eye contact since he's been avoiding it. You watch as he groans and takes a hit before coughing slightly and handing the joint back to you without saying anything he steps into the water submerging himself halfway into the steaming water before looking back at you as a silent way of asking if your coming or not and you do walking over and you sit next to him smoking the joint a little, looking at him as he scratches the back of his neck almost ashamed, opening his mouth but he doesn't say anything so you hand him the joint again, he's clearly nervous, taking it from your hand he inhales harshly handing it back to you as he falls into a small coughing fit. Watching as he sputters a little, laughing at him a little amused, getting in closer to gently rub his back and help calm his breathing again. Not realizing that in getting to close your breast have pressed up against his side in hopes of calming him down
"Okay i'm fine now so you can move" He says shifting away from you and you smile a little giving a short 'sorry' you say looking at him in hopes that since you moved away he would tell you whats wrong with him
"Okay so we met in ua and you've always been so annoying with that damn smile of yours and the way you laugh,being able to light up a room with a single twinkle from your eye and that isn't even your quirk, I remember thinking for a split moment that maybe you were just like icy-hot with two of em but no and even after all that your damn smile was still to bright. Then we got put in neighboring agencies and we drew this dumb fucking lottery" And threw this whole interaction you could tell he was getting frustrated and you weren't entirely sure where he was going with this but it clearly has something to do with pent up feelings so you grab his hands taking a leap of faith pushing them against your chest getting closer looking at him with pleading eyes
"Please don't stop. I want to hear what you have to say. All of it." You say holding his hands tight against your breast and you watch as he looks away a blush spreading to the tip of his ears
"Fuck I just- I don't know I'm still trying to figure how to say shit" he says quickly and you realize that's true he's always been a man of action
"Well don't say anything then" you say gripping his hands pressing your breasts harder into his arm getting closer, he looks at you thinking that maybe it's the alcohol or the weed but whatever it was he could feel his inhibition lowering along with his head as his lips connect with yours, groaning as you push your chest up against his, slipping into his lap as his arms wrap around your waist possessively squeezing you tight, pulling away you giggle at his possessiveness
"Why you squeezing me so tight?" You say laughing a little more and he hides his face in your breasts before mumbling something and you grip his hair a little which seems to get the memo as he pulls away
"Like hell I'm letting you go now" he mumbles hiding his face in your neck as his hips rut up against yours causing you to gasp out changing angles which puts his face right in between your breasts as his grip on you tightens and his rutting becomes rougher the water begins of the hot springs sloshing with his movements as you grip his hair grinding down and meeting his thrusts until he suddenly stops causing you to let out a whine and he pulls away from your chest much to his dismay chuckling
"I'm not cumming till I get to feel that pussy wrapped 'round me" he says almost slurred as his eyes droop grabbing your ass roughly as he picks you up sitting you on the stone side and you shiver arching your back against him
"It's cold Suki" you say whining as you feel goosebumps spread across your body and he just rolls his eyes
"You'll be fine. I gotta open you up baby" he says and you blush you've only had sex three times neither of them enjoyable which is something you should probably admit but you don't want to ruin the mood because you want to be with him and you can feel your mind running
"Hey speak up tell me to stop" he says and you grip his hand
"No! God no please. I want to be with you but I've only done this a couple of times and none of them enjoyable so I don't want to disappoint you with my own inexperience. But it's not like I think this will be bad or anything and that's another reason I'm nervous" you say but realize that you've been rambling quickly but you see as his eyebrows scrunch
"So you're worried that you won't be able to keep up and that basically I'm going to fuck you like no one else could?" He says kinda nonchalant and a blush spreads across your face at how he could simplify your insecurities in a crude way. But you giggle
"Yeah I guess kinda. I mean everyone talks about how good it can feel like leg shaking and it's scary and what if you leave after or think I make a weird face" you say giggling a little throwing your hands up in defeat
"Well I want to do with you no pressure, obviously, but I can also guarantee that I will make you feel good and like hell I'm leaving your ass I already got a taste of you." He says with a smile leaning in between your legs nibbling at your left ear
"You promise" you say a little wobble to your voice. His hands are exploring your thighs gripping, squeezing and even pinching at your thigh
"Trust me baby I fuckin promise you're stuck with me now." You giggle a little and he leans in kissing your cheek
"Okay well I'm done over thinking. You gonna fuck me now?" At that his lips connect with yours, his hips slotting between your thighs as one of his hands slips behind your back grabbing one of the loose strings pulling it untying the top. Once untied he slips the straps down your arms throwing your top somewhere, pulling away licking his lips as he grabs at your boobs kissing your chest before he moves his way down to your right breast. Holding your right breast up he gently suckles on the nipple as his left hand tugs and pinches at your other one. Feeling as he nibbles and bites at your nipple tugging with his teeth causing your back to arch and grip at his hair feeling him still grounding down on you. His left hand travels down your stomach and slips into your bottoms as his head moves towards your left nipple giving it the same attention and hickies. He pulls away slipping his hand out your pants causing you to whine in an exaggerated manner to show your disappointment.
"Cmon don't be a brat I gotta get you out of these" he says referring to your bottoms and you blush as his hands grab at the hem of them looking at you to indicate to lifting your hips up and you do listening happily at the implications. God the man you're in love is about to finger you and it turns out he feels the same way I mean like what? That's crazy?
"Mhm damn look that pussy baby"he says with a wicked grin leaning down getting into the water until he's face to face with your pussy feeling as it throbs while it clenches and unclenches around nothing covering your face in shame because you just know he can see it happen and judging by his laugh you're right.
"Mhm look at this desperate pussy clenching around nothing you're so desperate aren't you baby?" He asks clearly rhetorically since he doesn't wait for you to respond before he slips his pointer finger inside curling it up searching for that spongy spot inside and he can tell instantly when he finds it based on how you whine and clench your thighs around his head that was barely a breath away from your pussy almost feeling his breath fan against your most sensitive area. He laughs at your sensitivity deciding to add his middle finger repeating the same action curling his fingers upwards. Feeling his breath get closer and closer until you feel his tongue lick at your clit. Your head throws back, grabbing a fist full of his hair from the intense stimulation finding ground yourself to something as you feel his fingers move curl non stop and his lips suck and lick at your clit. Feeling as not only your thighs clench around his head but the knot in your stomach as well. Back arching deeper as his fingers do the same inside you so desperate to make you cum
"I'm-im gonna cum Suki fuck I can feel it!" You exclaim as your back gives out falling back against the stone as you cum on his face thighs shaking and convulsing as his fingers milk you for everything your worth. You feel as his fingers gently pull out whining at the loss. Whining about the stones being cold Bakugo laughs at you calling you a baby and you watch as he licks his lips as he grabs your wrists pulling you back into the water as he sits down on the middle step pulling you down with him landing on lap realizing he must have ditched his swimming trunks at some point looking down in the water blushing god he's so big
"Like what you see baby? This is what's gonna go inside you baby." He says whispering in your ear as he grinds his cock against your bare pussy. Gasping as you wrap your arms around his neck tight clearly nervous at the anticipation
"If you want to stop we can" he says clearly being able to sense your nervousness. But you pull away quickly
"No! I mean no. *you say gasping trying to keep your cool* I don't want to stop I'm just a little nervous. So please just be gentle with me" you say seductively grinding down and he groans
"God damn you're gonna be the death of me you know that?" And you giggle at the comment. Kissing his cheek
"Alright princess take a deep breath" he says lovingly as you feel him lift your hips gasping as you feel his cock rub at your clit before poking at your entrance
"Told you to breathe damnit" he says as he pushes his hips up against yours. Your head throws back again to the feeling of him stretching you open, his hands grip at your waist pushing you down as well to meet his hips until he's completely bottomed out inside you. He can feel as your breath hitches and your heart quickens
"Calm down" he says as you feel his right hand rub circles into your lower back. There's a proud smile on his face as he realizes that almost instantly you try to regain control of your breathing. God she's such a good girl he thinks. Feeling as you begin to move your hips grinding down slowly.
"Yeah baby? You gonna use me and my cock to please yourself?" He asks as he buries his face into your breasts sucking hickies into your sternum as his own hips begin to move. Water sloshing with the movement of both of you.
"Mhm you feel that baby? Are your thighs shaking for me?" He asks clearly proud of himself you both keep a steady pace as he fucks into you and you meet his thrusts feeling the pressure build again as your thighs do shake from the pleasure but they're beginning to burn your so fucking to close to cumming again you just can't keep going fuck
"Please- please *gasping* I can't keep doing it my thighs burn help me" you whine burying your face into his neck as you suck your own bruises into the skin. He groans at the feeling but you feel as his hand grab at your ass cheeks pulling them apart slightly as he begins fucking up against you roughly hitting your g-spot perfectly as his other hand slips between your bodies finding your clit and begins to play with it.
"Mhm damn I can you clenching around me love. You gonna cum. Yea fucking cum do it for me. I'm so close too." He says hips moving more erratic so desperate to make you cum first. And his efforts begin to pay off as he feels you clench around him the same as you did against his fingers.
"I can feel you clenching. I know you're gonna cum just do it." He says and that's basically all it takes before you're cumming around him but that doesn't stop his own thrusting. You feel as he picks you up sitting you against the stone as he fucks into you harsher cumming inside you as he pulls out you whine and he laughs
"Why did you put me back on the stone? It's cold." You whine as he rolls his eye
"I didn't want to cum in the water. Don't want to ruin the hot spring do we? Still wanna be able to use it yeah?" He says kissing you and you blush cause he's right god how embarrassing. He picks you up and takes you to the bathroom sitting you on a stool that sits in front of the shower head.
"Alright love let's get cleaned up then we can smoke a little more and cuddle. Yeah?" And you blush at that cuz fuck yeah that sounds amazing. The fact that he fucked your brains out, is gonna bathes you and then smoke with you while watching TV god you really are in love.
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Based on a req for reader n Matt having to share a hotel room/bed together, enemies x lovers, dom!Matt, some degrading
NSFW below, leave if youâre a minor (or that bitch from Wattpad you can gtfo)
Finding a hotel this late at night with available rooms was almost impossible, but we got lucky - until Nick announced Matt and I would be sharing a room.
âYouâre fucking kidding right? Thereâs no way Iâm sharing a room with himâ I yell, glaring at Matt.
âListen I know it isnât ideal but itâs just how weâre gonna have to do it. Itâs one night youâll both be fineâ Nick sighs.
âAbout to be the worst night of my lifeâ Matt grumbles.
âJesus Christ I canât listen to you two any longer, letâs just all go to our rooms and weâll leave early tomorrow morningâ Chris says.
Everyone nods while Matt and I continue giving each other the death stare. Making it to our room, opening the door and both of us putting down our stuff, pure silence taking over.
âIâm going to changeâ I announce.
âGood for youâ Matt mumbles.
I change in the bathroom into a simple t shirt and shorts. Walking out I feel Mattâs eyes travel up and down my body but choose not to comment on it but notice he had changed as well, leaving him without a shirt on.
Sighing as I got into the bed, I was already annoyed at how much space Matt was taking up.
âMove over for fuck sakes, and stay on your sideâ I say.
âTrust me I will, I donât want to be any closer to you than I need toâ He shoots back.
Matt glances over at me again before shuffling over, turning the lamp off and getting himself comfortable. I turn so my back is facing him, before attempting to fall asleep myself.
Unaware of how much time had passed, I wake up to Mattâs hand on my hip, his body right against mine. Why the fuck are we even in this position?
âYou wouldnât stop moving your fucking hips and I was freezing so moved overâ He grumbles, clearly aware of the fact I had woke up.
âAlright, no need for the fucking attitudeâ I reply.
âMaybe if you werenât basically grinding against my dick and giving me a hard on I wouldnât have to give attitudeâ He snaps back.
My breath hitches in my throat hearing him say that. Suddenly becoming extremely aware of his dick pressed against my ass.
âSounds like a you issueâ I mumble, glad it was dark so he was unable to see the blush that formed on my face.
âKeep it up and youâll be a whimpering mess beneath meâ He replies.
All it took was that one sentence for me to feel an ache forming between my legs.
âWhat no snarky come back? Too affected by what I said?â He asks.
âFuck off and let me go back to sleepâ I grumble, refusing to admit that he was having an affect on me.
Turning back over and closing my eyes, I feel Mattâs hand fiddling with the waist band of my shorts. My breathing becoming heavier as I try to ignore the growing sensation of need forming.
âIf youâre trying to pretend you arenât turned on, youâre doing a shit jobâ He whispers in my ear. His lips trailing down my neck.
Tilting my head back slightly, giving him easier access to my neck, I let out a gasp as he nips slightly at the skin on my neck.
âMattâ I groan, the wetness growing in my panties.
âHm?â He replies, his hand now cupping my clothed pussy with his fingers tracing small circles, âSpit it out, youâre already soakedâ
âPleaseâ I whine.
âPlease what?â He asks.
âFuck sakes Matt. Touch me pleaseâ I grumble.
âThere you go, wasnât so hard to use your words was it sweetheart?â He replies.
His hand moves under my panties, his fingers now rubbing circles on my clit, as I let out of moan. My legs spread wider as I feel his fingers move towards my entrance, tracing circles around it.
âI - Mattâ I whimper.
âYeah? Tell me what you wantâ He says.
âStop teasingâ I whine, my core aching for his fingers to be inside of me.
âMm but you sound so good begging for me, like a desperate whoreâ He replies.
âPlease I need itâ I again whine, his teasing driving me insane.
âAlways knew you were a little whoreâ He responds before pushing two fingers inside of me, curling them slightly.
âOh my godâ I moan.
He says something that I couldnât hear, too focused on how good he was making me feel and the growing knot in my stomach.
âAre you listening to me?â He asks, snapping me back to reality as he grabs my face turning it to look at him, taking his fingers out of me.
âI - what? What are you doing? Why did you stopâ I stutter, the lack of his fingers inside of me frustrating me.
âGod you need to learn how to fucking listenâ He growls, his hand moving to my neck and squeezing, âI said youâre gonna ride me so I can see how good of a slut you can beâ
âFuck - yes okayâ I reply.
I watch as he shuffles to removes his pjs and boxers, my jaw dropping at the size of him as it sprung out and smacked his stomach.
âGet your shirt offâ He demands, watching as I removed it before taking both breast in his hand and toying with my nipples, moans escaping my mouth as he did.
âLet meâ I beg.
âLet you what?â He responds.
âRide you, please I need youâ I whine.
My eyes follow his hand, watching him spit on it before starting to jerk himself off.
âYou think you deserve to? I could just keep getting myself off insteadâ He says.
Almost mesmerized as I watch his hand move up and down, my pussy throbbing for him, I manage to choke out, âMatt fuck come onâ
He smirks before replying, âSo needy, get onâ
Moving so he was lined up with my entrance, I begin lowering myself, wincing as my pussy stretched due to his size.
âYou can take it, donât pretend you canâtâ He says.
My hands on his lower stomach for support, a growl leaves his mouth, and a moan from mine as heâs fully inside of me. Moving myself up and down, my pace fastening as I continued I watched as his eyes repeatedly trailed up and down my body.
âFuck me you really are a whoreâ He groans, âSo fucking tightâ
âFeels - feels so goodâ I whimper.
My pleasure only increases as Matt begins to thrust his hips up, matching my pace and meeting with mine each time I went back down.
âMatt fuck Iâm going to comeâ I whine, his dick hitting my g-spot and sending shivers down my spine.
âNot yet youâre notâ He says.
âWhat?â I reply.
âYouâre gonna wait till I doâ He groans, thrusting his hips harder now.
âI canât hold itâ I whimper.
âYou can and you willâ He says.
A whimper falls from my mouth as my head falls back, using everything in me to follow his instructions. The continuous sensation of his dick slamming into me making it nearly impossible to control myself.
âOh fuck, fuck Iâm coming donât even think about stoppingâ Matt growls, his eyes squeezing shut as I feel him release into me, the sight only making it harder to not come.
âPleaseâ I beg, unsure if I could even hold myself back any longer.
âSuch a whore, needing to come so badlyâ He groans, âCome for meâ
Moans flow from my mouth as my climax takes over, my legs quickly growing weak as pleasure consumes my body. My body going limp as my high came to an end. Lifting myself up off of him and basically collapsing onto the bed.
âThat was -â I begin.
âSo goodâ He finishes my sentence for me, âIâve never doubted for a second that I could have you begging for meâ
âJesus Christ you couldnât just not be cocky for 5 minutes?â I mumble.
âNope, itâs in my natureâ He shrugs.
âFuck youâre so annoyingâ I say.
âYou didnât seem to think I was annoying when you were moaning out my name and begging to comeâ He smirked.
âYeah well you are nowâ I reply.
âWhatever you say, just wait, Iâll have you begging again soonâ
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First Kiss With Logan:
Pairings: (DP3 Vers.) Logan Howlett x reader
Summary: After a shitty date, you seek comfort from Wade who threw you a âCherry Poppedâ party. It ends up making you feel worse, which leads you into the arms of a man whoâs grown fond of you. Logan.
Warnings: Kissing, talking about bad date, cursing, brief mentions of drinking, innuendos to "cherry popping", use of the word virgin. Self-deprecating talk in some areas, from both reader and Logan.
Genre: Angst, Fluff
Word Count: 2,388
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You hated that you found yourself, seated across from a man who, frankly, hadn't asked you a single question about yourself all night. You also hated how much this man yapped. God, all he did was talk and talk without even the slightest breath. And you hated that you continued to stay seated. Perhaps you were too kind, or maybe you thought you had no right to leave. After all, the man was buying you dinner. It was hard to shake that kind of guilt. You knew you owed him nothing, that it's okay to leave a shitty date- but a part of you wondered if this was all you had going for you. A shitty date, with a shitty man on a shitty afternoon.
As you spaced out your thoughts drifted back to Logan, you wondered if dates with him were like this. What if they weren't? What if he was kind? Well, slightly kinder than normal. He didn't strike you as the pull-your-chair-out-for-you kinda guy, but you had a feeling he would ask you questions instead of yapping your ear off. Maybe he would ask about your day at work, or what you like to do in your free time. Possibly he'd like to hear funny stories about your family. No, that felt too intimate for a first date. Maybe on a third date you'd share those stories with him.
God, what are you even on about right now? You're on a date with a man buying you dinner and you're thinking about Logan! As your eyes looked over the man, you finally tuned back into what he was saying.
"My ex was fucking crazy! That bitch-"
Aaanndd, you lost interest immediately. The more this dude spoke, the more of a dick he sounded. You couldn't help but feel thankful when the date ended. However, the chime of your phone caught your attention during the walk back to your apartment.
'Hey, sugar tits.' Wade's text read. 'Come over, we're celebrating you getting your cherry popped!' That dick knew you weren't a virgin, he just wanted a damn reason to celebrate. What better way to celebrate then partying over your friend not getting laid? It was a cruel joke you really weren't in the mood for but the image of Logan blowing up balloons with Blind Al, a smile just barely tugging at his usually grumpy face...it was hard to say no too. And Wade knew that- its why he sent you the picture after all.
"Fucking dick." You murmured to yourself as you wrapped your cardigan around you tighter, pushing the front door to Wade's apartment open as you did so. The sight was ridiculous, balloons, streamers, wall decor, banners that read 'Pop That Cherry!' draped off the ceiling. You took a mental note to punch Wade in his smart-ass lip later. But, for now, it was nice being in the comfort of your friends. Yes, even the snarky teenager Negasonic and her girlfriend. You were a teenage girl once, but it still didn't stop you getting annoyed when she nitpicked your outfits. It isn't your fault baggy sweaters and legging were literally a godsent.
You trudged your way through the crowded apartment, hand adjusting your white sweater to cover the tank top under it a little better. As you approached Logan and Wade, you grew more aware of the length of your skirt. Was it too long? Too short? Would Logan think it looked good? God, why did you even care what Logan Howlett, labeled the worst wolverine, thought of you? You didn't think he was the worst wolverine. You'd never say it, of course not, because then he'd know you actually liked being around him! Perhaps it was selfish of you to keep yourself so guarded around him, but you couldn't shake the fear of letting down your walls and risking getting hurt. It was scary. Losing that much control. And over what, a feeling?
A hand extending towards you caught your attention, it was Logan, offering you a drink.
"Thank you." You spoke to him, voice quiet compared to the blaring pop music Wade was playing. He grunted in response, but you swear you heard a 'you're welcome.' You brought it to your lips, casually slow sipping the alcohol over the course of the night. It was fun to dance with Vanessa as Wade and Peter tried to convince Logan to join the group. You couldn't help the laugh on your lips when Wade made a snarky comment about Logan's panties being in a twist, earning a threatening unsheathing of claws from logan. You never fully understood the shame Logan felt, even though you tried incredibly hard to. To you, he was amazing, he was strong, he was...well, to say you only admired him would be a lie.
You wished you could show Logan the way you saw him, the way the world saw him. Sure, he was hot, unnecessarily hot, with large biceps and shoulders that went for days. But he was more than that. He was a grump who pushed people away out of fear of hurting them. And to prevent himself from getting hurt. It was ironic, really. Perhaps you and him were more alike than you thought. After a while in the overstimulating party, you slipped away, moving to stand on the balcony. You hadn't been there long, probably thirty minutes? It was nice, listening to your friend's party as you took a break to look at the city.
"Thought I'd find you here." Logan's rough voice spoke as he walked out onto the balcony, shutting the door behind him.
You hummed in response, flashing him a smile as you looked away. Logan could feel his heart skip a beat at your smile- it was always nice when you graced him with it. He'd give anything to see you smile. Hell, he wished he could make you smile and laugh the way Wade and Vanessa did. They matched your morbid sarcastic humor easily. Something he struggled to do. He approached you, leaning onto the railing beside you.
"Congrats on the...uh..."
"I'm not a virgin."
"Oh..."
The silence was awkward between you. You had to purse your lips to prevent you from bursting out in a laugh. You found it hilarious how just one statement suddenly made him go quiet.
"Wade had-" You spoke, trying to stifle your laugh with your hand. "Wade thought it would be funny to throw a 'cherry popped' party because it's been forever since my last date." You revealed, not able to contain your laugh any longer. "It's actually kinda sweet. In a weird way, ya know, Wades weird way." The corners of Logan's mouth lifted slightly at the sound of your laugh. It had always been his favorite sound after meeting you.
"Guess so." Logan contributed to the conversation, bringing the glass beer bottle to his lips. You looked at logan watching as he looked over the city, your eyes analyzing him. His jaw, his hair, the crow's feet by his eyes from his constant state of scowling. Maybe it was the liquid courage you had drank. Or you finally just decided to give Logan a sense of affection. You loved to shower your friends with affection, often times holding Wade as you two watched tv, or Vanessa sitting on your lap as you gossiped. Logan had seen it plenty of times. God, sometimes you even gave Peter affection. Each time he felt a twinge of jealousy, he wanted to be the object of your affectionate touches. Or the way you murmured praise directed at them after a task- he wanted that.
Your hand reached up, gently soothing out some strands of his beard that were in disarray. Logan tensed under your touch, and you immediately pulled away, guilt and embarrassment swarming you.
"Oh, sorry, I didn't mean to make you uncomfortable." You adamantly apologized, face heating up.
"Don't worry about it." Logan roughly said, silently regretting the way you withdrew so quickly. He watched as you tried to subtly put some distance between the two of you- the sting of rejection clear as day on your face. He hadn't meant to reject you; you were reading too much into it. His mind sidetracked as he looked away, maybe he was the one reading too much into it? "How was your date?" He settled on asking, bringing the beer to his lips.
"Shitty." You sighed, frowning.
Logan nodded, waiting for you to continue. Silence falls between you two and he flashed you an expectant glance. You hadn't realized he wanted you to keep talking until he looked at you.
"Oh, uh, there isn't really much to say." You shrugged, looking away. "He didn't ask any questions, just talked about himself the whole time. Was super annoying too." Logan couldn't help the satisfaction that welled in his chest upon hearing your defeated words. It sucked for you, of course it did. But Logan was so glad the date was bad- that way no one could come in, sweep you off your feet, and away from him. He hadn't made a move on you, and he couldn't decide if he ever would. He didn't want to risk hurting you like he had done the others he cared for.
However, the glance of tiredness in your expression when you had looked at him momentarily...he hated it. He hated himself for being so happy your date was bad, and he hated that he wasn't the one you wanted to sweep you off your feet.
"Like...it isn't hard to make a girl feel special. To make her feel like a princess." You laughed with a shake of your head. "I dunno, maybe I'm just expecting too much?" You looked at Logan as you asked, a need for reassurance present.
Logan stared at you; brows furrowed as he analyzed you. The scowl on his features prominent. Believing you had said too much, or you annoyed him with your ramblings, an apology escaped your lips.
"Fuck, sorry, I shouldn't have-"
"Princess." Logan's comment snapped you from your rushed apology. "Relax." He had taken that brave step closer to you, facing you fully as his side and arm holding the beer leaned against the balcony railing. He was glad you were comfortable enough to unload that on him and he was determined to keep it that way. "I don't mind." You looked up at him, eyebrows furrowed, lips slightly pursed as your mind ran. That was another thing he liked about you. It was so easy to tell if you were thinking. Your eyebrows always furrowed, your lips pursed into a line, and your eyes always spoke a thousand words.
Despite his better judgement, his hand rose, gently flattening the skin between your eyebrows. The gesture was small, yet it held so much intimacy. You had always been picky about who could touch you. You loved to shower your friends with affection, but rarely ever let anyone reciprocate it back. Logan wondered why that was. What had affected you so much that you refused to let anyone even shake your hand. Here he was, though, thumb moving from the area between your eyebrows to his hand cupping your cheek. Your eyes were wide, your throat dry. You had never expected this from him. This gentleness, the way he had observed your furrowed brows...you leaned your face into his hand, unable to help the way you melted into it. It was a chilly night, and, God, was he warm.
Logan closed the distance between the two of you, now standing directly in front of you. His thumb caressing your cheek. As he stared into your eyes, his gaze couldn't help but flicker down to your lips, a red faded stain on them from the lipstick you had worn to your date. They looked so soft, so enticing. And he couldn't help but wonder if that peppermint chapstick you wore 24/7 worked. He had never been one for chapstick, but you seemed obsessed with it. Logan's thumb slipped from where it rubbed your cheek to your bottom lip, slowly tracing it. You subconsciously licked your lips as he traced them, your chest tight. Why was it suddenly so difficult to breathe? Your throat was beyond dry, your face paled under his gaze yet somehow it felt like your blush deepened. The way his eyes analyzed your lip, your eyes, your nose, that mark you had since you were a child...It was like he was memorizing you.
You wanted to say something, anything. Preferably something sarcastic and witty. No words came to your lips regardless of the fact that your mind was working overdrive. Time slowed as his thumb gently pulled your lip down, encouraging your mouth to part as his hand cupped your chin now, guiding you closer to him. He leaned down, face inches from yours. He paused there, however, waiting for your permission because he knew that you needed that variation of control to feel safe. He wanted to make you feel safe, he wanted you to know you were safe. That he had you. You brushed your lips against his, slightly closing that gap between you two. He took that as permission as he pressed his lips to yours fully. It was gentle at first, as if he was scared that at any moment you'd disappear. Or worse, break.
Your arms moved to wrap around his neck, pulling him close as you held onto him. His hands finally rested around your waist, the kiss growing stronger as he deepened it. People claim that you would feel fireworks during a kiss, but that wasn't the case at all. You felt electricity against your skin that was against him, but the most powerful feeling was how right it felt. Like you were meant to be there, in his arms, kissing him, holding him. He had broken the kiss, opening his eyes to stare at you.
Logan wondered if he'd ever be able to let another person get close to him. He was certain Wade would've been the only one- a victim of the circumstance's kind of thing. But he sure as hell was glad that today he was the one who held you attention as he pressed another kiss to your lips.
#logan howlett x reader#ansgt#fluff#kiss#wade wilson#wolverine#wolverine x reader#deadpool and wolverine
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Hi, jade! I have a request a smut about possessive!professor spencer x innocent!reader. Thank you!
Lessons
Summary: Youâre auditing Professor Reidâs class for obvious reasons. He noticed you werenât paying attention so he asked to meet in his office so he could teach you a lesson.
TW! MDNI Lots of dirty talk, spencer being possessive, age gap but itâs legal, facial, loss of virginity, p in v, protected sex, anything else I missed.
Pairing: Possessive!Professor!spencer x innocent!reader
A/N: I hope this doesnât absolutely suck. Send me req for any other fics yâall want!! Also- writing this in first person pov.
You sat in the second row of Professor Reidâs lecture. You were dazed off, consumed by your thoughts. He was in front of the class blabbing on about something you didnât care to listen to, since you just audited this class.
You were jerked from your thoughts when Professor Reid walked closer to your chair, ây/n? Do you want to join the lecture?â He said snarky like.
âOh Iâm sorry Professor Reid. I was spaced out.â You say looking up at him and give him an innocent half smile. He starts to turn around before turning back to you, âcome to my office after classâ he said walking back to the front of the room.
After the lecture had wrapped up you walked quickly to his office. He wasnât in there yet so you took a seat in front of his desk. As you sat there your mind trailed off, thinking about him, the way he always looked at you. The way he speaks about things.
You were jerked from your thoughts when you heard the door open. Professor Reid walked in and took a seat at his desk. âSo, y/n, what was up during the lecture, I know youâre just auditing my class, but youâre usually more interactive.â He said looking at you sternly.
âOh Iâm sorry sir, Iâve just had a lot on my mind.â You said. He looked at you nodding your head. âWell. From now on I expect to have your full attention.â He spits out at you. âOkay sir Iâm so sorry agai-â he cuts you off.
âMaybe I should teach you another lesson right here.â He says standing up and coming to stand in front of you. âTeach you to pay attention during lectures and to think before you prance into my class with one of your mini skirts.â He continues gripping your jaw slightly. You stand up slowly.
âIâve never done anything before.â You say putting your head down in embarrassment. He brings his hand to your cheek. âIâll teach you, weâll go slowâ he says leaning to kiss you.
After a few moments he pulls away. He grabs your hand and sits down at his desk. âSitâ he spits out patting his lap. You sit, putting your legs on either side of his waist. He puts his hand behind your head pulling you in for a heated kiss. He slips his tongue past your lips.
Spencer puts his hands behind you to lift up your skirt in the back, he grips your ass slowly massaging it. He snakes his hand between the two of you and starts to slowly rub your sensitive clit through your underwear.
âOh Spencer that feels so goodâ you say moving your hips to feel more pressure on your clit. âIâm going to slip a finger in your pussy. Is that okay?â He questions with his hand resting on your cheek.
âOkayâ you say moving in for another kiss. He slips his hand beneath your panties and teases your hole. He slides a finger in slowly pumping it in and out of you. âMore, Spencer please!â You shout. He obliges and slips a second finger in your tight hole.
He continues to kiss your soft lips. You put your hands on his shoulders gripping them for support. Spencer can tell youâre close, âcum on my fingers y/nâ And with that you came. He brings his fingers to his mouth sucking your cum off of them. âYou taste so good darling.â
âFuck meâ you say with pleading eyes. âStand up pretty girlâ he says. You stand and slip your skirt and underwear down your legs. He slips off his slacks and boxers. âBend over my desk.â
You obey him leaning over his desk. He grabs his semi hard cock and pumps it in his hands a few times. âAre you ready?â He asks you leaning down over your shoulder. âYesâ you say.
With that he teases your slit rubbing the head of his cock over you. He slowly slides inside of you. âSpencer oh godâ you moan out. âDo you feel goodâ he says cockily. âMmmâ is all you managed to get out.
âYou feel so good around my cock, youâre gripping me so hardâ he says his hand landing on your ass. âFaster. Pleaseâ you say. With that he starts fucking your pussy at an inhumane pace.
âOh my godâ you say. âIâm so closeâ you moan out. âCum on my cock then turn around. I want to paint your faceâ he spits out. And with that you cum around his cock.
He quickly pulls out of you. You turn around getting on your knees and he pumps his cock just a few more times then his hot cum shoots on your face. âY/nâ he moans out. After you both compose yourselves he gets a paper towel on his desk so you can clean your face off.
You put your clothes back on and he does the same. After youâre both dressed he comes over to you, âanytime you want to learn anything further in the class Iâm a text away and my door is always openâ he says.
âIâll remember thatâ you say grabbing your bag and coming to rest your hand on his chest. He leans in to give you a peck. You turn around going to the door. You unlock it and turn back to look at him shooting him a quick smile.
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edging with choi soobin !
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đđ warning(s). pure FILTH, edging (duh), fluff, cursing, combination of praise and degradation, switch!soobin, yn is a little mean :(, soobin is a mess, cum eating, sloppy bj, soobin begs like⌠ALOT, intentional lowercase - lmk if i missed anything !
đđ switch!soobin x switch!afab!reader
đđ song rec(s). if you think im pretty - artemas, mmmh - kai
đđ wc. 1k
đđ note. yes this is absolute filth, no i am not ashamed. enjoy! ૮âËś â˘. ⢠â
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âf-fuck!â soobin whimpers as you pull your hand away for the nth time today, âbaby pleaseâŚâ he breathed, âlet me cum, pleaseâŚâ you give him a sly smile, earning a frustrated groan from him.
âyou wanna cum?â
his head immediately snaps back to you, adamâs apple bobbing as he swallows. ây-yes..â you grab his dick again, angry red from all the stimulation- or lack thereof- it's been receiving.
soobin moans, the back of his hand placed on his forehead while the other grips the sheets beneath him. his chest heaves, entirely naked as youâre fully clothed. at first he thought it was unfair, but right now thatâs the least of his worries. he just wants to cum.
he doesn't know how long youâve been on your knees, or how long heâs been sitting on the edge of the bed; all he knows is that the familiar coil is building up again. ât-thank you ⌠princess!â soobin strains, violently shaking as his orgasm is right around the corner. within reach. itâs right thereâŚall he needs to do is-
you take your hand away.
he pouts.
âwhat the hell-!â
âi didnât say i was going to let you cum, i simply asked if you wanted to cum.â
soobin scowls at your snarky remark, both hands gripping the grey sheets, knuckles turning white.
you snort, âso pathetic.â his cock twitches as he whines, âsuch a whore.â you grimace, slapping his cheek gently. with your fingers now digging into both sides of his face, you smash your lips together, drinking up every unholy sound shared in between.
to say you were taken aback was far from what you actually felt. your boyfriend - now reduced to a moaning, drooling mess- didnât believe you could get him to this stateâŚoh he was terribly wrong.
âyou ⌠what?â
âi want you to take the lead today, yn.â soobin stared at you with intent, âi want to see what you can do.â he smirks, leaning over the table, dinner long forgotten.
âare you underestimating me, choi soobin?â
âhmmm, maybe? but you can always prove me wrong..â his eyes travel to your shared bedroom, jutting his chin towards it.
and thatâs how you ended up here, straddling him as his hard on rests on your stomach, standing tall and proud as it desperately awaits its release.
âbaby - mff - pleaseâŚâ tears are brimming his eyes.
âhm? please what?â you taunt him, you always taunt him, and he curses himself for liking it more than he could admit.
âi need it ⌠please.â soobin hiccups, tears now falling from his lash line. you bite your lip as you feel his hands squeeze your ass. he just looked soâŚfucking good.
disheveled blonde hair, a sheer coat of sweat covering his body, and drool pooling at the corners of his mouth. just a mess. a moan inducing mess. youâre nothing away from handing him the reigns and letting him use you however he damn well pleased.
you sigh, âfine. fine! iâll let you have it just this once.â he eagerly smiles, hugging you tight as he presses his face into your chest.
âthank youâŚâ soobinâs tears seep into your - his - shirt, making you shudder as they made contact with the skin underneath.
âi was going to walk out on you just like you do to me, but iâm feeling generous today.â he playfully gasps as you reveal your initial plan, kneeling down between his thighs once more. you quietly wince as the pain flourishes again, spreading along your leg muscles considering youâve been putting pressure on them for hours.
you grab his dick, heavy and hot in hand. one thing about your boyfriend, heâs big. likeâŚbig. making space for him in your mouth was always a challenge no matter how many times youâve done just that; youâre beyond grateful that he guides you through it with small, breathy praises and coos.
âyeahâŚjust like thatâŚcarefulâŚâ soobinâs voice turned husky, propping himself on his elbows as he watched you bob your head. his eyebrows knit together in pure concentration, relishing in the intense pleasure. teeth sink into his swollen lips, holding any and all noises from slipping.
you pop him out of your mouth, âdonât hold back, you havenât until nowâŚâ his cheeks turn bright red, nodding obediently.
âgood boy.â soobin gulps, following your every movement. you wrap your lips around his shaft, âah!- be careful iâm sensitiveâŚâ he utters, body continuously shaking as you sink your head until your nose taps his pubic bone.
âf-fuck im closeâŚâ
you hum in approval, greedily ripping a loud hiss from his throat. âyouâre s-so fuckingâŚâ he starts, head falling back, âso fucking good, babyâŚâ hand flying up to your head, he pushes you down, gag emanating from your sore throat as more saliva dribbles down your chin and onto his base.
you swirl your tongue, feeling every prominent vein that basically pulsates to the touch. ââm cummingâŚ!â soobin announces, trembling as his orgasm hits him like a wave. incoherent words that you doubt could ever become proper sentences.
you smile as his load hits your throat. âdonât swallow, dollface.â he leans forward, cupping your cheeks, âopen.â the blonde haired boy demands, âmmmh.â he smiles, kissing you passionately. the older male smirked against your skin as his juices fall on his tongue. the whole act of cum eating was so intriguing to him- beyond arousing, he thought.
âcâmere.â he wraps his arms around your waist, manhandling you to sit on him again. âitâs your turn, yeah?â your boyfriend says, eyes zeroing in on your neck, then your collarbones. âby the way, you look so sexy in my shirt.â he connects his lips to your supple skin as you feel yourself relax under his hold.
âsoobin?â
âhm?â
âi love you.â
he pulls back, beaming smile tugging at his lips, âoh, baby, i love you more.â he gives you a quick peck.
âhere, lay down,â he instructs.
âwhat are you planning?â you frown, brows quirking up in wonder.
âi want to return the favor.â
you shake your head, âno baby, itâs okay. i did this out of pure pleasure. i donât expect anything back.â
âyou sure, love?â
âyes, soobinnie. i want to cuddle.â
he lays in bed with you, completely disregarding the fact that heâs sweaty and naked. but you didnât mind as you lie your head on his firm chest, falling asleep to his steady heartbeat.
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đđ this was mainly a smut practice, im not the best at it just yet but i do intend to practice more. also im sorry if the ending felt rushed đ i wrote it in a hurry!!! please like, comment, and reblog. i would highly appreciate that đŤś.
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Boundaries
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Astarion x gn!reader
Summary: A stranger approaches Astarion in your favorite tavern
Genre: slice of life, little bit of angst, mostly fluff
The tavern is cozy. Loud and lively and warm. Thereâs a fire in the fireplace. The bartender keeps the alcohol flowing plentifully. And youâre seated at your favorite tableâin the corner, against the wall but still close enough to the action to enjoy the tavern atmosphereâwith your favorite cold-blooded company.
Astarion has dragged his chair around to your side of the table, and heâs sitting close enough that you can feel the chill from his skin.
Youâre comfortable, a drink in-hand as you both watch the tavernâs small stage. Thereâs a musical group clustered togetherâa fiddle player, a flutist, a man with a hand drum, and a woman playing a hornâand there are people dancing just in front.Â
Overall itâs joyous and raucous and fun, and though youâd originally had to practically bribe Astarion to come with you tonight, you can tell heâs enjoying himself all the same.
You both cheer when the band ends a song, and when they take a small break to chat with the crowd around the stage, Astarion leans back to say something to you.
But you never get to hear what he has to say, because at that exact moment, a man appears in front of you both. Heâs handsomeâstrong jaw, piercing eyes, youthful energyâand his smile, though enticing, is predatory. A cat who has sighted a dove.
The man sizes you up briefly before turning his attention to Astarion. You can tell that the vampire knows whatâs coming based on the way he tenses up. The stranger either doesnât notice, or he doesnât care, because he continues on without a care.
His opening line makes you roll your eyes. Itâs cheesy and basic (âI saw you from across the room and I just had to come over and say hello.â) and he looks proud of himself when Astarion laughs and says âOh, how positively quaint.â Poor sod canât even tell when heâs being made fun of.
Heâs shockingly persistent, asking questions, asking if he can buy Astarion a drink. For the most part, youâre sitting there, both offended because hello youâre right there and amused by Astarionâs polite but increasingly snarky responses. Â
Around the third time the man asks to buy Astarion a drink, things start to get significantly less polite. And when the band starts up again and the man asks Astarion to dance, the vampire practically growls out âNo. Thank you, darling, but Iâm much more comfortable here.â
As heâs saying it, Astarion shifts slightly closer to you, as if heâs trying to get physically away from the stranger. You can tell heâs annoyed from how tense his jaw is.
âOh, come on. Have a little fun.â The strangerâs persistence has finally pushed you to your limit and you snap âGods above, he said no. Take a hint and fuck off.â
The stranger scowls, but ultimately, he does leave, and you follow him with his eyes as he weaves through the crowd and out the door of the tavern.
After a moment, Astarion stands, moving his chair back to the other side of the table. âI can handle myself, you know.â His voice is soft, but you can hear the hurt in it. âI know you think Iâm just some pitiable creature that canât set his own boundaries, but I assure you, I can manage on my own.â
You frown. Of course, you donât think that. And of course, you know he can handle himself. You were trying to help. But when you go to say that, he shoots you a firm glare, and your words die in your throat. Instead, you simply say âIt wonât happen again.â
You leave shortly after, the band no longer holds your attention, and you want to give Astarion some space. So you head out into the night.
Bloomridge is the nicest neighborhood in the Lower City. The City had gifted you the house after everything, and while at first, youâd chafed at the idea of living in the quiet, sweet, more affluent part of the city. But youâd both grown to love it. The view over Grey Harbor is unparalleled, and itâs shockingly nice to have somewhere quiet to settle down between adventures.
Your feet have carried you home, but you donât really want to go in yetâthe night is covered in a beautiful, light fog, and thereâs a lovely breeze coming in off the harborâso you sit on the front steps and lean your back against the door.
Itâs only a few minutes later that you see Astarion picking his way back up the stairs along the side of the city wall. He pauses in front of you, and you can see the pain in his crimson eyes before he sighs and sits beside you.
âIâm sorry,â you say softly.Â
Beside you, Astarion stiffens and inhales sharply. âWhy are you sorry?â
âYouâre right. I should have let you handle it. Youâre more than capable.â
âIâŚâ He deflates a little, and a confused frown creases his forehead. âI appreciate that you stepped in. Sometimes⌠sometimes itâs still hard toâŚâ
He trails off, but you know what he means. Sometimes itâs still hard for him to enforce his boundaries. He tries, but 200 years of Cazadorâs reign of terror donât go away in a year. It can be difficult to walk the line between being firm and being outright rude (and as snarky as Astarion can be, he doesnât always want to be rude).
These things take time.
You reach out and squeeze his hand, wordlessly telling him that itâs okay, that you get it, that heâs done nothing wrong. Youâll work on his boundary enforcement together. You have a lifetime together to do it.
#astarion x reader#astarion x gn reader#astarion x tav#astarion#astarion fluff#astarion fanfic#astarion headcanons#astarion fic#astarion romance#bg3#baldur's gate 3
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Saw your ask about Logan calling you daddy, and yeah, I want that 𼚠heâll be bratty and snarky but Iâll put in him in his place until heâs begging to be touched
minors dni I stg
look. him being so pussy drunk on you all he wants to say is yes yes yes. youâve been teasing him all day, bending over while wearing those jeans he loves, getting all up in his space and then retreating when he reaches out to touch⌠heâs like a feral animal by the time he gets you cornered, blood running red & hot. you can feel it, taste it when you run your tongue over the racing pulse his neck.
still though, you want a little more.
make him strip as you take off your jeans, have him lay down on the bed and watch the way his cock bobs against his happy trail. sit on his face and deny him the pleasure of properly tasting you, make him eat you out with a scrap of silk in between you both; he moans as his tongue tries to fuck up into you. poor desperate little puppy. he tries to suck your clit but canât get good purchase so he just has to do what he can, licking along your panties but not getting to enjoy you like he wants to.
he does it until you come then you ride his face in earnest, holding his hair as your drag your cunt along him until heâs moaning when heâs allowed up for air. his fingers dig into your thighs in a way which will leave bruises. how you wish you could mark him with more than lipstick, with more than your slick in his beard. ah well. youâll have to just leave something seared in his mind if not on his body.
when you pull away he goddamn moans, hands needily chasing after you. you tap him on your nose. you really want him to humiliate himself a little, only because you know he gets off on it, he gets off on how much control you have over him. a dog on a short leash which you love to pull. heâs putty in your hands and heâll put himself directly in your palm to feel your grasp around him.
you shift off your underwear. he whines. the scent of you is intoxicating.
âyou wanna get off, lo? hm?â
âyes. please. yes baby, fuckâŚâ
âawww, look at you, using your nice words. youâll do anything i say?â
âanything.â
you drop down, hands on his pectorals, mouth at his ear as you make your demand.
âcall me daddy, lo.â
any other time? heâd scoff, tell you where to shove that idea. but oh he is so obsessed with the soft grip of your cunt, so tantalisingly near, dragging up and down his dripping shaftâŚ
âdaddyâŚâ
âwhat was that, baby?â
âdaddy!â he chokes. you grin, finally sinking down on him, and he almost comes just from being fully sheathed inside. you slowly rock your hips. his fists ball so tightly he shreds the bedsheets. all he can do is lie there as you ride him, tears of pleasure and overstimulation welling up in his eyes, chanting your name like a prayer.
he comes with the word âdaddyâ at the tip of his tongue, being kissed right out of his mouth.
you hold him tight after, carding your hands through his hair. his bravado returns and he gets a little huffy about what he was willing to say in the moment. but secretly? giving up control to you is his favourite thing, because he trusts you to look after him.
youâll never let him down.
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you reposted a video of trump saying âyou want me to go swimmingâ
and i just want to take a moment to recognize how actually insane that is.
like thatâs how our president responds to tragedy? with no empathy?
the presidents role is to be the face and voice of america and her people, and for every loss of life, for every tragedy, and for all the pain her people must go through, the president must feel it. that is a heavy burden, but it is one our president must carry. our president represents us. there should be a level of class, of respect, and dignity in a president, that our current president does not fulfill
he is a sorry excuse for a leader, a role model, a human being, he is above all, a pathetic man who should not have the privilege of speaking for america and her people.
and even if you agree with his harmful policyâs, how dare you let our voice be so callous about lost lives? about children? it is disgusting. a president should have a level of poise when they speak, strong encouraging words instead of unintelligible insults
and the tiniest bit of hope i had, the smallest shred that this wasnât all bad, has been ruined and tarnished, because excuse me for thinking that perhaps our leader would respond with even the smallest bit of empathy instead of placing blame everywhere else
he makes me sick.
THIS!!! EXACTLY!!!
(i promise this anecdote below is relevant to this bear with me)
when i was in high school, i was part of a very very good band program. there were a lot of talented people and we managed to take up a huge chunk of the school population. it was guaranteed to have at least two band kids in a class, and this was a AAA school. this is important because our reputation as band kids... was that we were always going to be the best students you had. not because of grades, but because of character. the same went for the many programs that we went to. if we were at a district competition, we were quiet when we had to be, we cheered for other bands, we would lend our equipment, etc etc. i can't think of any instances not only in my time there but before or after where people would groan when they thought about us coming to their event. because there were no incidences that made people think twice about inviting us
how we got that kind of reputation? my band directors built an environment in the band where we wanted to do great. "character, commitment, competence, capacity" were the 4 C's that were put on the wall. this is the best example that I could find, where I think communication and commitment are the same:
every student took up a leadership role even if you weren't handed a title like "drum major" or "section leader". we learned about how to represent ourselves and the people in our community, and we were proud of that. like yeah we might have sounded like a bunch of fucking nerds, but it was a good place to be.
often we heard adults wondering how the hell our band directors managed such a feat. it was such a large band that there should have been at least one group of teenagers that acted out or something. but that was incredibly (and i mean incredibly) rare, and were never so bad that it couldn't be immediately fixed.
it was possible because we had good role models!!
our band directors worked with every teacher on campus, brought us to community events, they had food drives and toy drives, etc etc. they were funny but they knew when to get work done, they created a space where we felt comfortable with them and wanted to make them proud.
i don't see anything like that when i see Trump, nor do i see it in people that voted for him. his Character is not just rude but nasty. his attitude towards the people he's supposed to be representing and caring about was absolutely intolerable. when asked if he cared about the lives of these people (WHO BY THE WAY, DIED MINUTES AWAY FROM WHERE HE IS RESIDING), he was a snarky fucking brat. he was childish and replied with THAT? "You want me to go swimming?"
I'M SORRY??
that was the most WILD, out of line shit i have heard him say in a minute. that was blatant disrespect on the lives of the people that were lost, their families that have to live with the grief for the rest of their lives, and to the American people that were hoping something would be said to comfort and ease our minds.
his statement was read off of a paper that someone else 100000% wrote for him. and then he went out of his way to say that DEI is responsible for it?????? THE DEI??????
you know why he said that shit? because it was his fault! he is directly responsible for air traffic control not having enough people that night. he fired 100 FAA senior officials, there was the hiring freeze that HE demanded, the Aviation Safety committee was disbanded, demanded for existing employees to leave, offered the buy it out. and then that plane went down- the worse air collision in the US in 16 years.
he can't take responsibility. he won't do that, because he would have to admit that it was his fault. that's a pretty trick that narcissists love to do. they come up with excuse after excuse for why something couldn't be their fault, it always has to lie with someone else. and he chose to blame... diversity?
the thing that really gets me about this DEI shit is that most of these people will argue that we need to get rid of it because people should be hired for their merit and not because of the color of their skin or gender. THAT'S WHY THE DEI EXISTS. because if it DIDN'T, only white men would be hired- for the color of their skin, because of their gender, and NOT because of their merit. diversity in our workplaces is how we end up being able to see different perspectives. the US is a melting pot of cultures and that's supposed to be a beautiful thing. the fact that we are still having arguments about it is because there are still people in power who do not want us being unified as a nation. they directly benefit from us believing that "the black man/ the latino man/ the white man" are the enemy. the enemy isn't the person who looks or acts different to you, the enemy are the people who are supposed to be representing us that are only acting out of their best interests.
Trump will never admit that he was wrong about something. It's not in his character. He is not a giving, caring man, who wants the best for the people. He is a lying, cheating, scum of the earth that sits on a "throne" built on the backs of people that do the work for him and who he has divided using hate and envy, then he props his feet up on a footstool made of his ugly pride, and he sticks his big fat thumb in his mouth, taking up all the room for that silver spoon.
He has no commitment to us as the people (even the ones that voted for him) nor to the people also in power that are loyal to him. I believe that in no time at all, he's going to get greedy and they're going to eat him alive, because Trump isn't even smart enough for any of this, there's someone else pulling the strings. He is an incompetent man child with no accountability for his actions, he has failed nearly every business that he touched and only has his money because of what his family had built before him. And he has no capacity for greatness nor does he have critical thinking skills. He props his words up with fluffy decorations and lies right through his teeth, and the people that voted for him are lapping it up like dogs starved. People are about to find out real fucking quick that Trump has been playing it easy and using the benefits of other people's work before him to make himself look good.
And they're not even going to get their eggs.
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Could we possibly get a spanking blurb I donât care which Eddie I just need him to beat my assđŠ
sure why not lol. for freaky friday. this was longer than i meant it to be lol.
thinking of going with the classic, dom!eddie. smut ahead. minors dni.
"Grab some plates." You nod towards the cabinet, steam lifting from the pot of pasta boiling on the stove beneath you.
"Plates?" Eddie hummed, tone lilting in a playful way, hand sliding over your hip when he passed you. "Plates for mac and cheese?"
"Yes," You huffed, fighting back an eye roll. You knew he was watching you, itching for you to slip, give him a reason to punish you.
You were so close to winning. Tomorrow, you'd wake up victorious in your little bet with Eddie. A silly bet that started playful until both your competitive natures turned it to something more.
"You couldn't act right if your life depended on it." Eddie scoffed, rolling his eyes at you. "I think it would actually kill you to be sweet for a few days. Not be bratty for once in your life. No way you could do it."
"Please," You huffed back. "I could do it, but you piss me off. Get me to that point."
"That right?" Eddie hummed, tongue rolling down his cheek.
"You know it is." You lifted your brows. "You can't help it. You love it too much. Just push me to my limit where I snap."
"Care to make a little wager?" Eddie's eyes dazzled, bright with excitement that left your tummy flipping. "Four days. I won't provoke you, you don't brat to me. You make it the full four days, you win. If you don't, I win."
"What do I win?" You chirped smugly. "Because I will win."
Eddie bit back a grin. It was going to be too easy. You couldn't help it. "Loser has to do whatever the winner says for a whole day." Eddie shrugged.
"Anything?" You lifted a brow.
"Anything." Eddie nodded.
"Non-sexual too?" Your eyes narrowed towards him.
"Sure. Why not." Eddie shrugged casually, sticking out a ringed hand towards you. "We have a deal?" Your hand in his, the two of you shook on it. A done deal.
Eddie expected you to break by day two. He knew you'd be on your A-Game for the first day, wearing thin on the second. Eddie's eyes would widen with excitement every time your breath would hitch, a snarky comment threatening to roll right off the tip of your tongue, only for a sweet remark to come out instead.
Now, as day four was drawing closer to the end, Eddie had accepted you as the winner. Not that he minded. This was the one bet he could lose and still end feeling like a winner.
"Could just eat it out of the pot." Eddie shrugged, swiping the two plates down from the top shelf. "Less dishes to wash."
"No." You tried to keep your tone light through gritted teeth.
"Just sayin'," Eddie shrugged, pulling the colander out from under the sink, placing it in the sink for you. "I used to do it all the time. We can get two spoons, share it." He grinned at you.
"You don't wanna share a pot with me, hm? Just like we do with popcorn at the movies, but better because it's mac and cheese, and-"
"-That's the stupidest fucking thing I've ever heard." You huffed, throwing your hands up. "That's so messy and disgusting, and you'll end up hogging the whole thing just like you do with the popcorn. We can eat it off plates like normal people do."
The kitchen fell silent, the hiss of the vent the only sound filling the space between you. Your chest settled, days of building agitation replaced with sudden dread. Eddie's eyes wide, gawking at you in disbelief, slowly spreading into a smile.
"You-" Eddie pointed at you. "Holy shit, you lost." He barked out a laugh.
"I did not." You hissed. "You-You pushed me to it!"
"Nuh-uh, don't even try that with me, baby." Eddie shook his head. "You and I both know I was not trying then. That was all you."
Your shoulders slumped in defeat, lip jutting in a furious pout. He was right, and you knew it. You hated it, but you knew it. Eddie had won.
"Fine," You huffed, flicking the stove eye off, moving the pan to the other eye to cool. "You win. Guess we'll be eating out of the pan tonight then?" Your lips curled in a bitter snarl.
Eddie fought back a smirk, lips pressing together smugly. "No, wanna save it for tomorrow. Really get a whole day out of it." He hummed, pulling the drawer above the sink open.
You rolled your eyes, grabbing the pot holder, wrapping it around the hot metal handle to strain the noodles. "Just leave that there." Eddie nodded towards you. "Don't want it to get cold."
"What?" Your brows pinched together in a furrow.
"My victory day doesn't start until tomorrow, but," Eddie pulled the wooden spoon out of the drawer, satisfied with how your eyes widened, your face falling at the sight. "Gotta fix that attitude real quick."
"Eddie," You whined, squirming under his darkened glare.
"Don't even try it, sweetheart." Eddie shook his head at you, taking in a step to close in the space. "You know better than that."
Your cheeks blistered with embarrassed heat, sulking towards the kitchen table, bending over the wood. You pressed your thighs together, a desperate attempt to dull the throbbing between your legs that only intensified as Eddie got closer.
His hand shoving down your little cotton shorts onto the floor, anchoring his free palm onto your spine, before the first hit fell. Your lungs squeezed out a startled gasp of a breath, raising on your toes at the impact. It burned, settled into an achy sting that had you whimpering- still you had to swallow the moan that threatened to follow, lifting your hips back into place, eager for another.
Eddie didn't remark, though he didn't miss the tiny whine that feel from your lips. Instead, he let the spoon rain down in sharp, quick successions all over your cheeks. A steady rhythm of wood snapping against your skin, the table creaking with every squirm.
You knew you'd welt, have round shaped marks that you'd frown at in the mirror tomorrow, running your hand over them and try to ignore the throbbing that'd begin all over again.
For now, Eddie's hands sunk into your hips, a hard hold on them as he used you, rocked your body back and forth, up and down his length. Drilling you over the table, hip bones snapping into the hot skin of your ass as you clawed into the wood of the table.
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đ§´-bodyguard els!
summary: in which the reader's father is a celebrity, so he gets reader a bodyguard for protection! ellie sees through the protests and rebellion, and she knows exactly how to get you to admit what you want.
warnings: MDNI!!!!, bratty!reader, lowkey spoiled!reader, brat tamer! ellie, smuttt, nipple play, degrading, nipple piercing, bodyguard!ellie, bdsm, power dynamics, teasing, lowkey daddy issues!reader, probably more that i forgot to list
the people have spoken! most requested from my last pollđ
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"what the fuck do you mean I'm getting a bodyguard!? you can't be serious!" you scream, fuming at your dad for his latest antics. you usually keep your cool, but he's never said anything this stupid before.
a bodyguard? what for?
you're so annoyed he's taking this step, sure he's famous and you're pretty reckless- so what? you're not a small child, you're grown and you can take care of yourself!
your father, on the other hand, seems not to care- like usual. he keeps that same blank stare as you unleash your rage, and once you pause to catch your breath, he excuses himself.
too busy with the next brand deal, or advertisment, or magazine column. soo frustrating!
you can't believe him, buying you some guy to follow you around and make sure you live the dullest, most monotone life possible! this is truly a nightmare!
before the bodyguard even arrives, you're thinking of ways to scare him off. you could completely torment him, maybe bring as many girls home as possible and get touchy. or maybe you could pretend like he hurt you! that would rile your father up!
by the day you finally meet your new incarcerator, you're sure you'll have him gone in less than a month. you know it won't be long before it's back to programming as usual.
except, something unexpected happens. you're introduced to the bodyguard, and instead of some pervy, buff man, you find a woman standing before you.
a very pretty woman.
you didn't plan for this, and it frustrates you even more that you father somehow managed to be one step ahead this time. this woman made you nervous before you even knew her name!
you have to keep your mean façade up, though, so you make sure to say something snarky. "so you're the woman who signed up to act like my babysitter.. how much is he paying you, huh?", you snicker in her face, and she just smiles.
"good money, that's for sure. my name is ellie, what's yours?", she says, walking you into your apartment. you don't even want to look at her, because it gets you all flustered.
you're surprised she doesn't say anything about your silence- she's not trying to control you yet. you're tired of the quiet.
you run into your bedroom, flopping on the bed and groaning in annoyance at the sight of ellie in the doorway. "my room doesn't even have windows- what could even happen?! can I get some space!" you yell out into the doorway, and ellie just nods before walking off. what?
she... listened?
the next few weeks are beyond what you could ever have imagined. ellie doesn't invade your privacy, she barely even bothers you, and she's discreet whenever you both go out.
it starts to annoy you how well the whole bodyguard thing is working out. because it means your father was right about this being a good choice, and you can't stand for your father to be right.
so you get even more reckless. more drinking, more nights out, more ellie having to drag your sloppy drunk self home. even so, you never heard a word of complaint- in fact, she took any chance she could find to get closer with you. it was getting irritating.
but if you couldn't take ellie down, the least you could do is a big fuck-you to your dad. let him know you can never let him win!
the press has had a field day with the relationship between you and your father, and the many rebellious stunts you've pulled before. you've gotten tattoos, some facial piercings and you weren't against most body mods.
however, you'd never done anything really scandalous. nothing like getting a nipple piercing.
you were fairly drunk one night, stumbling home with ellie's arm just barely propping you up, when you passed by your favorite piercing store. you were the most impulsive when you were drunk, and as soon as you saw that shop, you floundered right over.
so many kinds of piercings, but all you wanted was a nipple piercing- and you wanted it bad.
so bad, that ellie couldn't stop you when you got it done. she defeatedly paid before taking you home, but you noticed a glint in her eye.
the next day, ellie sat you down on your bed after your shower, and asked about the piercing. "does it hurt? is it sensitive?" she asked in a careful voice. you wanted to give her attitude soo bad, but not when she acted so caring.
you tried to just brush her off, but eventually she cut to the chase. "listen, you know im here to protect you, right? it's really not safe to... be so impulsive. i know you find me irritating. but please, just let me help you... you can listen this one time?" she says, with such saccharine eyes you couldn't help but melt.
"right! yeah, sure, just... what- what do i need to do?" you asked. she was just being so nice, it made you so flustered....
thats why you listened when she asked if you could let her see the piercings. even though letting her see your bare nipples was... humiliating, warmth was spreading in your underwear as well on your face. shit- you were aroused?!
ellie seemed so kind, gently inspecting the piercing. your nipples had always been sensitive, so they were even worse pierced. just feeling them rub against your shirt made your body tingle.
"there we go, you're going to let me help you clean 'em, right?" ellie said, voice nearly a whisper. you were willing to let her do anything- so you nodded quickly.
ellie used some cotton pads that were wet with saline solution, before just feeling your nipples with her soft fingers. she noticed the blissed out look in your eyes, and that's when she decided to stop. "alright, you're all clean! you did such a a great job, y'know.." she said, in a whispery voice.
you wanted to scream. you wanted to whine, beg for her to keep touching you, but you started to feel bad. she was just trying to help you clean the piercing, wasn't she?
"wait, what's wrong?" ellie says, pausing in the middle of putting the supplies back. "did I hurt you?" she asks, and your brain begins to short-circuit. this much affection from a girl has been previously unheard of, and it just all feels too good... your brain is so fuzzy...
ellie understands when a small whine escapes your lips. "wait... something going on here?'" she says, narrowing her eyes. she has you right where she wants you.
you stumble over your words, trying to make excuses for your flusteredness, but ellie doesn't hear any of it. "what, you really feel that way about your bodyguard?", she leans in and whispers.
you can't deny the attraction you've had to her for a while. anyway, you won't get what you want if you do.
"that- right, I'm sorry, just let me deal with this really quick," you say breathlessly. you can't bear to tell her what you really feel. it's too bad, then, that she has every intention to make you.
"no, don't worry... I can help you. just say it. tell me what you want me to do..." she whispers, before getting up from the bed with a cocky smile you've hardly seen before. you can tell she's waited all too long for this.
"ellie... els, shit, I... need you to help me over here..." you whine, hand resting on your soaking cunt. you just want ellie to fill you up.
luckily, she takes that as enough begging. you don't even realize it when your clothes are gone, or when she has you bent over the bed.
her fingers slip in and out of your sticky folds, lighting your skin on fire. all you can think of is how bad you want her.
her warm tongue abuses your clit, her hands have a bruising grip on your thighs. she has your legs shaking and your head spinning.
"js'sso pretty down here, right sweetness?" she mumbles, giving your ass a light slap before getting up and undressing herself. a thick, 8-inch marbled strap made its way out of her boxers, and you practically drooled.
but you'd taken many straps before, 8 inches wasn't too bad for you. so you got cocky. "what, only 8? you sure you don't have something bigger?" you sneered, and a look flashed in her eyes.
"there she is, the brat is back isn't she?" she chuckled. her hand snaked down your back teasingly, before pressing your back into a deeper arch. you groaned at the pressure, but it wasn't too much.
"you gonna p-put it in already?" you say, voice wavering. ellie looks kind of scary, like she's been waiting for you to say something distasteful.
her hands grip your hips, and you feel the strap slide in. it's definitely got some girth to it, but what's really shocking is how quickly ellie slams it in. so fast, you feel like you can taste her in your mouth.
"come on, where did the attitude go? i thought 8 inches was nothing for you?" she whispers in your ear, sliding in and out at a harsh pace. you can't even speak, body shaking as she fucks you relentlessly.
one of her hands is playing with your nipple, and the other is gently rubbing circles on your clit. "els- ellie, please.." you choke out. she's going so roughly, but you feel like you're about to cum all over yourself.
"you know, you act so insufferable... celebrity's daughter, thinking she can treat people like shit, because what? 'cause her daddy doesn't pay enough attention to 'er?" she says, groaning at how tight you're squeezing the strap.
" 'm so sorry els- shitt, ellie, please..." you whimper, but she just gives your thigh a light smack. "you're sorry, huh?" she mocks, before grabbing your face and kissing all over your lips. "you gonna be good now, right? 'cause bad girls don't get to cum!" she grunts, slamming her hips into yours even harder. your cum is running down your legs, a creamy mess that gets your thighs all sticky and tacky.
"mhm, m'gonna be so good for you els! please, please just let me cum..", you mumble, shoving your face into a pillow because you're just so needy that you put your defenses down.
"good- shit, good fucking girl." she coos, giving your sloppy wet cunt multiple light slaps. "you gonna cum? come on baby, you can do it..."
for a second, everything is misty. your legs shake and go weak, stuffing you even fuller of ellie's thick strap. creamy, sticky squirt sprays all over the bed, while ellie's grip on your hips tightens.
"shit, you- you feel so good..." she mumbles, before nearly collapsing on top of you from the intensity of her own orgasm.
you lay on the bed, out of breath, when suddenly she leans in close from behind you and whispers something.
"round two?"
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