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togrowoldinv · 5 months

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The Clubhouse

WandaNat x Female Reader

When the richest members of the country club approach you about joining their relationship, you can’t say no to them.

Warnings: Smut! 18+ please! Kissing, cursing, oral (N and R receiving), strap on sex (R and W receiving), essentially sugar mommies

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“Are you alright, sweetheart?” Natasha’s raspy voice asks.

You barely hear her over the sound of your own heart beating. She is so close to you. Her hand is on your thigh, just a little too high to be friendly. Her nose presses against your neck.

“Yeah. It’s just- this is coming out of nowhere,” you say.

“Is it?” Wanda asks. Her tone is a bit condescending. You can’t help but press your thighs together at the way it makes you feel.

“We’ve been flirting with you for months now,” Natasha says. “You haven’t noticed?”

You shake your head. Wanda grabs your chin a little roughly to force you to look into her eyes. This is way too intimate for a public area of the clubhouse. A corner booth doesn’t offer much privacy.

Wanda and Natasha frequent this bar area often after their visits to the course. You never knew that they paid any attention to you working.

“Use your words, baby,” Wanda instructs.

“No, I didn’t notice,” you reply.

“That’s a shame,” Wanda says. “We thought about you every night. Didn’t we, Natasha?”

“Mhm, we did,” Natasha agrees. She moves her mouth to your neck and leaves a few opened mouth kisses. “Every night as I buried my face in my wife’s pussy I thought about what yours might taste like.”

You bite your lip and can’t help but close your eyes at the feeling of her lips, and her words make you feel unspeakable things.

Wanda presses her lips to the other side your neck, following the same delicate pattern that Natasha did.

“And when I rode her strap, I thought about how good you’d look doing the same. Being so good for us,” Wanda says.

“What did you say, baby? Will you join us?” Natasha asks.

You almost nod without speaking, but you remember Wanda said to use your words.

“Yes,” you breathe out. You’re not really sure why you agree, but you know that you want to see where this goes. “I- um- I don’t get off until 8.”

“I can fix that,” Natasha says. She gets up from beside you. You miss her warmth already.

“Let’s go to the car,” Wanda says. She holds your hand and walks with you to the door. Natasha meets you there.

“You’re free to leave,” Nat says. She places a hand on your back to lead you out of the clubhouse. “And don’t worry, this will be better than any tip you’ll get from these men.”

Outside, there is a car waiting for Wanda and Nat. They help you into the backseat with them. Their thighs press against yours as they sit close. Natasha fields a few calls on the car ride to their house.

When you arrive, the driver opens the door to reveal the absolute mansion Wanda and Nat live in. The two women walk you inside. They share a nod and Wanda walks to the other room. Natasha ushers you into the living room.

“Make yourself comfortable,” Natasha says. She gestures to the couch. You sit and watch as she makes a drink. “Would you like one?”

“I’m okay,” you reply.

“Y/n,” she says as she walks to the couch. She is wearing a fur coat that reveals enough of her chest that you want to see more. Her blonde hair is styled perfectly. “Are you afraid of me?”

“No,” you say too quickly. “Intimidated by you is actually it.”

“Ah, okay,” Natasha says. “And Wanda?”

“Same thing,” you tell her.

“We’re just people, you know.”

Wanda enters the room. She shed her blazer and is now wearing dress pants and a white blouse. Her brown hair cascades over the material.

“I made you a drink,” Natasha says to Wanda.

“Thank you, my love,” Wanda replies. She takes her drink from the table and sits on the couch on the other side of you. “So, what did I miss?”

“Oh nothing,” Nat replies.

“Did you tell her what we want?” Wanda asks as if you aren’t there. Nat shakes her head. “Well, then I will. Y/n, we are very attracted to you. And we wanted to ask you to join us. No strings attached. Just sex. What do you think?”

“I- um-”

“Wanda, don’t scare her,” Natasha jumps in. Her hand rubs your back. “We can take it slow. For example, can I kiss you?”

“Okay,” you agree.

Natasha’s hand comes to your neck as she pulls you in for a kiss. Her plump lips brush against yours softly. You feel your entire body burning with pleasure. She doesn’t deepen the kiss, but it was enough to make you think you’d say yes to anything she asked.

“How was that?” Natasha asks.

“Wow,” you say seriously. The blonde chuckles.

“Wanda, why don’t you try,” Nat tells her wife.

Wanda pulls you her way and kisses your lips much in the same way that Natasha did. She tastes different though. Her kiss is hungrier. You get the feeling this was her idea and Nat is doing it to make her happy. Not that she minds.

When Wanda stops kissing you, Natasha is quick to bring her in for a kiss. The two of them kiss in front of you. The sight of their tongues mingling alone is enough to get you off.

“You like that?” Natasha asks you. She noticed the way you were staring.

You nod. Wanda suddenly leans forward and bites your neck. It hurts but not more than it feels good.

“Words, detka. Words,” she says.

“I’m sorry,” you say.

Wanda seemingly forgives you as she kisses your lips again. Nat moves her deft fingers over your button up. It seems she is magic as she unbuttons all of them by the time Wanda moves her attention to your chest.

The brunette uses her hands to push open your shirt. Your bra falls to the side. You assume Natasha also took that off you when Wanda was distracting you with her intoxicating lips.

“So beautiful,” Wanda breathes out. “I have imagined this.”

Natasha stands from the couch. She opens her coat to reveal she is completely naked aside from a red strap connected to her hips. Your eyes go wide at the sight. Wanda grins. She takes your nipple into her mouth while she takes the other with her fingers.

“Do you want to ride my strap, baby?” Natasha asks you.

“Yes please,” you say.

“Good girl,” Natasha says.

She sits on the couch next to you, pulling you onto her lap. She moves the tip of the strap over your folds. Wanda sits up higher on the couch and takes her wife’s breast into her mouth. Natasha slips the strap into you. You press your forehead against hers as she fills you up.

“Fuck, I knew she could take your cock so well,” Wanda says.

“I know, sweetheart. She is so fucking wet and tight,” Natasha says.

“I can’t wait to taste her for myself,” Wanda says. “To make her feel so good.”

Natasha’s hands move your hips back and forth as she pounds the strap into you. She hits the sweet spot over and over again. You feel yourself losing control.

“Come for me, y/n,” Nat instructs you.

You come hard against her strap, slowing your movements until you fall against her. She kisses your head softly. A stark contrast of how she was just pounding into you. The two women give you a moment to catch your breath.

Nat helps you slip off her strap. Wanda kneels on the floor in front of the couch. She spreads your legs open again before burying her face between them. Nat situates herself behind Wanda. She pulls her pants down her legs enough to gain access to her. Nat presses her strap into her wife.

Wanda groans as she feels Nat bury herself deep into her. The taste of you gets her high quickly. You squirm under her tongue and that spurs her on further.

“So fucking good,” Natasha says, accentuating each word with the movement of her hips.

“Fuck,” you mumble. You won’t last much longer.

You see Natasha smirk as she feels Wanda coming against her. Her pleasure is enough to finish you off. Coming hard against Wanda’s tongue, you fall apart.

The two women stop their ministrations and catch their breath. Wanda takes the strap off of Natasha’s hips. She kisses the woman before directing her to sit on the couch.

“I want to see you eat her out,” Wanda says to you.

“Yes ma’am.”

You stand from the couch and kneel before Natasha. Her strong hands direct you exactly where she wants you. Natasha smirks at how in heaven you look between her legs. Wanda moves her fingers over Nat’s pussy lips to work in tandem with your tongue.

“That’s it, baby. Make her feel so good,” Wanda says. She lifts your head to kiss you before pushing you back to Natasha’s clit. You suck her until her hips stutter beneath you.

“Fuck, I’m going to come,” Natasha says.

Wanda removes her hand to let you have the moment when Natasha comes to yourself. She is so beautiful falling apart underneath you. Once she comes down from her high, she pulls you up into her lap. You rest your head on Natasha’s shoulder.

Wanda sits next to you and the three of you recover together.

“How do you feel, y/n?” Wanda asks.

“I’m good,” you say. And you really are.

“I think this is going to work out just fine,” Natasha says.

After that day, Natasha and Wanda continue to see you at the clubhouse. Whenever they ask you to leave with them, you never turn them down. Why would you? They are absolutely perfect.

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elioslover · 10 months

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Masks On (Harry Styles x reader x smut).

Premise: Harry finally visits a sex club and what are the chances, you just so happen to be doing the same thing.

Word Count: 8k+ / Other Writing

Warnings: Smut from start to finish. P in V, Unprotected sex, literally all the sex things, just pure FILTH. Afab 2nd person (minimal OC description).

Also, shout-out to @justmeinatree for the encouragement and @caramello-styles for being such a sweetheart!

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Harry feels the energy shift as soon as he steps out from the mass of thick, velvet curtain that worked to shield the utter filth that lay just beyond. The club- as referred to, looks more like a converted condo, with walls dyed with deep hues, ultraviolet lights instead of harsh bulbs, and purple and red bounce across the room- the floors, the ceilings.

Though the room is busy, everyone is scattered, and it feels spacious enough. Harry observes the array of beds and sofa’s instead of tables and chairs; people are going at it, moans mixing in with the deep bass emitted from nearby speakers.

Patrons- dressed in only bowties and Grecian inspired masks, carrying trays of beverages and sex toys with a formality that seemed foolish for a play like this. The pretty penny Harry had paid to be here was clearly being put to good use.

The entire thing screamed ‘filthy rich fun’, which, even for Harry, seemed almost awestriking; it was the type of elite secrecy one would never dream of, and if he had any doubt about joining this evening, it was erased the minute a waiter appeared before him, offering up a glass of whisky he wasn’t even sure he had ordered.

To be fair, after such an effort to simply enter this place, plenty of hoops to jump through and many questions to be answered and confirmed, it only made sense that the owners would ensure it was more than worth it.

Harry put the crystal to his lips, downing its contents in an anxious bid for comfortability. Instead, it burned at his chest and sent a long shiver down his spine; he shuddered, his skin sprinkled with goosebumps.

Ridding himself of his blazer, white tank top, leather loafers, and other personal belongings when he arrived, assured they would stay safe in his absence, Harry now stands in only a pair of black briefs. They cling to his thighs, pinching at the meaty expanse of his soft skin, diffing into and trapping a few of the hairs growing at the base of his pelvis.

But Harry could be fully nude for all he cares- the platinum, Phantom of the Opera mask that covers the top half of his face and stops at the bridge of his nose has him feeling invincible and fucking frisky. He feels like the god he impersonates, ready to delve into the mass of bodies stroking and loving on one another, his cock twitching against the restricting cotton as confirmation.

The beds are king-sized, holding space for at least four, and a few are evidently occupied by many more than that. Sheer material is draped across the ceilings like a canopy, creating a cosy and inviting atmosphere. Harry heads over to an empty velvet green chaise lounge, plopping down lazily, his legs spread out, thighs splayed, his one arm resting on the armchair, his other palm laying out across his lower stomach.

He turns his attention to the nearest bed, only a meter away, and begins watching as a throuple of two males and a female are switching positions. The girl lays on her stomach, flat against the bed, ass up, as the first man crawls up, spreads her ass cheeks apart and rubs his cock against her once before thrusting himself up into her. They reach a smooth rhythm, skin slapping as the second man lines up behind them, wrapping his arm around the torse of the first man; with a loud moan, the first man bucks forward, only moaning louder as the second man falls into position and starts fucking into him.

Harry hasn’t noticed the way his hand has lowered, palming himself through his briefs, his body shifting to get more comfortable. On the same bed, another couple goes at it, a woman vigorously bouncing atop the cock of a man donned in a lion mask.

In the midst of it all, bodies thrusting and shifting- you are resting sweetly, sitting atop your folded legs, disguised by a black, sequined silver mask, stopping above the nose, your eyes so sharp that Harry spots them immediately, hooked on the way the fluorescent lights flicker the reflection of filth he has succumbed to. His first thought is about who you are, his second is why you’re currently here, and the third is the only one that really matters; how the hell can he get his hands on you?

Dressed in only your underwear, you have had your gaze set on Harry from the moment the curtains had pulled back and revealed him in all of his glory. He was a mass of chocolate curls and tattoos decorating a chiselled and muscular figure that had you wishing you could get your hands on.

For a while, he had seemed nervous, and that only had your curiosity blowing through the roof, your body aching to wrap around any part of him up for grabs. As he made his way over, your heart was in your throat, attention completely thrown from the couple you had intended to participate with just moments prior. They were going at it regardless, bumping up against you, but your focus would be unwavering, your mouth watering at the view of his thighs, thick and spread out just for you.

He seems to be looking your way- maybe just observing the other couples, but something tells you by the way his body shifts, his eyes hidden but holding your own gaze, makes you feel like he might want you just as you want him.

A woman, her hair long and auburn, hidden behind a green dragon mask, drops onto the bed beside you, her knees softly hitting the mattress as she whispers suggestively into the shell of your ear. Cheeks flushed, your gaze remains on Harry, with the way he managed to stir such wanting in you, all by just sitting across the room.

His intrigue seems to pique, waiting to see what your plan was- were you going to entertain the woman next to you? Her cool fingers tickling their way up your spine, your body an eruption of goosebumps.

And you wish he would just come over or that you had the confidence to greet him yourself, but he seems comfortable and unwavering, leaving you to turn your attention back to something actually tangible; the woman currently pressing her lips to the nape of your neck.

Shifting your body to greet her own, you sit up on your knees and boldly wrap your hands like a chain around the back of her neck. She leans into your touch, anticipating your next move, a soft gasp escaping her lips as yours pressed on firmly, tongue licking into her own.

Your eyes have fluttered shut, your body soothed into the sultry kisses sucking at your bottom lip, but your thoughts wander over to the man on the couch, hoping to some god that he might be watching, that he might be regretting the choice to stay put.

Lips parting for deep inhalation, the woman’s hands are soft and static as they trail the soft mounds of your skin, and when your eyes finally open in the hopeful search of the man, you are more than surprised to find him much closer now, standing at the end of the bed.

His gaze is certainly set on your own, and you want to feel bashful at the circumstances, but the erotic stimulation happening all around you and the way Harry is looking at you hungrily, his muscles flexing involuntarily, only dampens your panties further, has your thighs clenching tighter.

He must notice because his pupils are blown, and he is crawling over now, slowly stalking out his prey, happily trapped in the arms of an auburn woman. He is more than welcome, though, your back pressing into the woman's chest, her lips still tickling at your throat, and when he comes to a halt at the base of your knees, you feel zero embarrassment as they part as a welcoming gift, offering him anything he desires.

“Well, hello pretty girl.” He greets, his cock throbbing as your chest raises and you take a sharp inhale, blinking at him in a way that has him feeling like a sinner- and he hasn’t even touched you yet.

“Hi handsome.” You respond, doing your best to keep your voice from cracking, almost completely distracted by the look of arousal in his eyes that seems to be increasing at just the sound of your voice, like a siren song only luring him further into the ocean in which you resided.

Harry can hardly stop himself from sighing out, from snatching you up and fucking you into submission, instead taking his time in luring you closer, his cock pleased at the ease with which you opened up for him, mind a mess of where to start.

He taps your thigh as an instruction, satisfaction shivering at his spine as you comply, spreading your legs, bum pressed flat to the mattress. Harry can't stop himself from wrapping his palms around your ankles, tugging you forward with enough force to have you exhaling a squeak, the woman’s grip tightening around your chest.

He looks at you like you are supper, his hands trailing their way up your calves, stroking slowly; as he reaches your thighs, he gives them a selfish squeeze, crawling his way over until he is almost face-to-face with the white lace of your panties.

His breath is cool as it fans over the heat of your lower abdomen, legs threatening to quake, and his grip only tightens, his stern stare never wavering, watching your every breath, the way your chest rises and falls in anticipation.

With the gentlest of kisses to your panty-clad crotch, you cannot withhold the deep sigh that slips past your lips, a keen whine whistling its way over to him, his stomach clenching, blood rushing to his cock. Harry’s tongue slips past his plump lips, licking a firm strip up your damp lace, his mouth watering in synch.

His left hand finds a firm home on your hip, helping to keep you pinned between the bed and his touch; his right-hand trails tauntingly along your sternum, fingers dancing into the dip of your belly button, playing your hipbones and pelvis like a harp before a sudden gush of coolness catches you off guard and his thumb hooking into the slit of your panties, tugging them aside in one firm go.

Your eyes widen with lust, unable to look anywhere but at the holy sight below you; the woman cradling your torso presses her lips wherever space omits, travelling in search of the mounds of your breasts, and your entirety is begging to turn to mush in the arms of pleasure as Harry leans forward and gives your pussy the gentlest of kisses, your eyes fluttering shut as he presses another, then another, his tongue joining in to lap at you, dipping into you.

He holds you in place with ease- where the hell would you rather be right now? And as the auburn woman latches her teeth around your pebbled nipple, your leg’s part even further- if possible- prompting Harry to release you from his prior grip, to hold you at the waist, his body pressed into the mattress, his cock flush and swollen from even the slightest of friction.

He can't stop from thrusting forward as a soft mewl slips past the gaps in your teeth, tongue pressing into you, gliding up your slit, flicking at your clit before his free hand cannot help but join the mix, massaging at your inner thigh, teasing at you as you buck your hips up in anticipation.

It's difficult to keep from sighing out in pleasure, but you try your best, harshly capturing your bottom lip between your teeth, tugging harder as Harry continues licking into you, flattening his tongue, flicking it against your clit, dipping into your entrance.

He has died and gone to heaven; his chin is coated in you, glistening under the neon lights, and with one hand still stroking and squeezing at your inner thigh, Harry uses the other to hook into the bands of your panties, hastily guiding them down the hills and valleys of your body and you assist, ass raising from the mattress, balancing on one leg as he slides the material along and off of your skin.

Discarded and dismissed, you are bare and spread for him, a sight Harry will be committing to memory, and he looks at you hungrily- you’re ready to be ravished.

Your pussy is practically dripping, and Harry’s hand must be possessed because it reaches out, and his finger glides through your slit, quickly dampening. The sigh you release is almost sinister, and Harry has his face buried between your thighs in an instant.

With his tongue licking at you, the almost forgotten auburn woman is still trailing kisses along your neck, her fingers tweaking and squeezing at the skin of your breasts. You are officially a mess of pleasure, ready to beg for more- anything- all of him.

It’s like he reads your mind as his fingers start to tease at your pussy, rubbing back and forth, his tongue focusing on your clit, swirling circles, his middle finger slipping past your entrance with such ease that Harry mutters, “fuck me” and lets it slide all the way in, curling upward. With such positive reception from yours truly, he keeps at it, all of his focus dedicated to pleasing you.

With the way his one finger becomes two, pumping into you with such vigour, you are writhing beneath him, thighs threatening to clamp around his head like earmuffs, blocked by his one hand keeping you put.

Your head starts to lull back into the auburn woman’s lap, but Harry is quick to correct this, pulling out his fingers completely, sticky and wet, his mouth changing from loving on you to scolding,

“Uh, uh.” He taunts, his brows furrowed, “Eyes on me, princess.”

You do everything in your power to comply, staring at him with all your might as he gets back to work, a satisfied smile still lingering on his lips as his tongue laps at your pussy, his fingers fucking back into you, curling, picking up the pace.

His fingers are in complete rhythm with his tongue- they are on a mission. And by the sounds currently escaping your lips, chest rising and falling needily, Harry is certainly succeeding.

But each moment that passes is becoming agonizing for him, desperate to substitute his fingers for his cock, currently aching to bury itself inside you.

Harry tries to pacify his cock by grinding up against the mattress, but this only has him moaning against your pussy, which in turn has you doing the same, your hands fisting the sheets.

He can no longer hold on, flattening his tongue to give you one last good licking before he removes his fingers and then himself, leaving you in absolute awe and confusion- a spark of panic flashing across your features.

Harry doesn’t want to startle you, but you can't stop the yelp that escapes you as his hands wrap around your ankles, and with one tug, you are before him, his face aligned with your torso.

He stands, holding out his hand to assist you in doing the same. You do, and once your feet are safely planted on the floor, Harry’s hands are kneading at your waist and hips. He permits you a moment to stabilise before his hands find the back of your thighs, and he hoists you up into your arms, legs wrapping around his waist.

Pussy bare and pressed against his torso, the five-step walk over to the sofa feels endless, so when he finally sits, safely cradling your back, you lower with him, coming to a rest atop his cool thighs, knowing he will be slick with wet by the time you’re finished with him.

Arms wrapped loosely across his shoulders, your fingers play with the loose curls at the base of his neck, and you lean, the outline of your mask bumping up against his own as you finally retrieve what you’ve been after all along, pressing your lips to his, tongue taking out all of your prior frustrations as it tangles with his own, scrapes along his teeth, traps and tugs his bottom lip until he is left begging for breath, lips plump and freshly-stung.

Going in for more, your palms find the sides of his face, sandwiching him between lustrous kisses, your chest pressing to his own, a whine bubbling at your throat when his grip tightens, holding you hostage and creating a gap just small enough for his hands to slip from their place on your back and to cup your breasts, squeezing and palming them as his tongue continues to lap at your own.

With the feeling of your nipples perking up so nicely beneath his thumbs, Harry cannot resist the urge to start trailing sloppy kisses along the nape of your neck, your clavicle, his open mouth leaving a trail as it makes its way down your chest, his tongue licking at the valley of your breasts before his lips finally catch your nipple, flicking at it, your body arching back desperately, pleading for more.

With a harsh nip, his tongue soothes your swollen skin, his hands squeezing at the mounds of your breasts, and your body has a mind of its own now, jutting up against him, your pussy sad to be met with only the friction of his briefs, desperate to grind your wetness across his cock, feel him slipping between your folds.

After the third time, your body glides down into contact with his own, a frustrated sigh slipping past your lips; Harry seems to catch on and woefully unlatches his mouth from your skin, but with more than just happiness, he shifts beneath you- and you also shift to allow him better access- his fingers hooking into the bands of his briefs, tugging them down in one swift motion to settle around his mid-thighs.

His cock springs up, swollen with relief and flush with freedom. Your gaze never wavers, hyper-focused on how pretty the man sitting beneath yours truly is- all of him is just too good to be true at this point.

You want to spend eternity, or at least a moment, marvelling and taking him all in, but he is closer than ever, and your pussy is clenching at just the sight of him- practically screeching to have him buried deep inside you.

With that, you reach out and give him one mandatory stroke, to soothe both him and yourself, and by the way his mouth parts, his eyes hooded, body jolting and then relaxing back into your touch, you sling your leg over his lap to straddle him, his face level with your chest, his hands instinctively coming to a rest on the pillows of your hips.

Your arms become a noodle around his neck like in preparation for dancing the salsa, your hips rocking forward without hesitation, pussy skating along the length of his shaft, leaving him slick with just one stroke.

Harry doesn’t even try to stop the string of mutters he sings out into the crevasse of your breasts, breath fanning chills all along your skin just as your hips buck again, sliding up against him, squeaking out as the tip of his cock rubs up against your clit.

You push on into an agonisingly slow rhythm, dragging out each stroke until Harry is so frustrated that he works extra hard to avoid rutting up into you- oddly satisfied letting you take the lead- so his mouth begins leaving sloppy kisses along your chest, your shoulders, the creases of your neck. And whilst the idea of holding onto this sense of control was something you really wanted to indulge in, you cannot stop your body from picking up speed, ever so slightly upping the rhythm.

Harry is struggling to keep himself from turning the two of you over and fucking you into the sofa cushions, taking out his agitation by unexpectedly spitting on your chest, and both of your gazes drop to watch as the dribble of spit travels like a delicate stream down the valley of your breasts, meandering towards your bellybutton.

You rut up against him with force now, pupils swelled and hungry. At the last minute, Harry commands his pelvis not to thrust, taking a section of skin on your breast between his front teeth, nipping and sucking at it until it stings, giving you one last tug before pulling back, his tongue slipping out to softly lap at the blooming bruise. Tiny and speckled with red and purple, this mark will serve as a reminder of the scandalous events of this evening.

More so, this mark is the last straw, your lips angrily finding his own, tongues arguing for domination- Harry’s succumbs the second one of your hands reaches down between your laps, grabbing at his cock and guiding him into you without a second thought.

You take him in with ease, but he is a stretch the further you slide down on him, your belly feeling full as your body finally comes to a sitting on his cock. Harry’s head has tilted back, his eyes fluttering open and shut.

He wants to thrust up, he wants to watch your breasts and body bounce about atop of his cock, needs to see the way your skin jiggles and stretches for him, the way your face crinkles up in pleasure and satisfaction… but Harry lets you do anything you want, lets himself be at your mercy.

And fuck, you make the idea of losing control feel really good, raising your body until only his tip remains inside of you, threatening to leave him out in the cold, but at the last moment, you grind back down, letting him fill you up gluttonously, easily finding a groove, your backside slapping against his thighs, skin-to-skin creating the beat of a drum, and with each smack, you only want to go faster, harder, unable to resist the need to tease and drag things out.

Harry is a mess of moans, only making you feel like you are being cheered on during a marathon, encouraging you to up your stamina and reach the finish line in record time. His hands are all over you, tugging you closer, one hand wrapping tighter around your waist, guiding you up and down his cock, desperate to hear you whine louder, to let others know how good it felt to be riding him. And you want everyone to know, too; you want them to know that they could all leave, and you would be more than happy to just let Harry spend the rest of the evening fucking you into a semi-permanent coma.

Harry shifts, spreading his legs to offer you a new angle, ready to drool as a dragged-out sigh slips out from deep within you, and he knows he’s just hit a good spot.

So, as any good boy would, Harry bucks up into you again and again, motivated by each moan, putting his all into making you sing for him, your hand digging into his biceps, then his back, down his torso, squeezing at his thighs as your stomach starts to clench, heart rate picking up and when you start to feel lightheaded, you welcome the wave of euphoria threatening to wash over- you hear nothing but the soft praises Harry mutters for your pleasure, your body grinding down on his pelvis desperately chasing your high, whining out as his hand spreads your cheeks, guiding you through a long-anticipated orgasm.

Coming down, your head slumps against his damp shoulder, cheek pressing into his warm, soft skin. You can hear his heartbeat; it’s as fast as your own- if not faster; his breaths are scattered, and Harry wonders what will happen next.

He wants to revel in the moment but is hit with disappointment as you slowly and carefully guide him out of you, and he wants to hiss out at the cruel loss of contact.

Your leg swings over and off of his lap, standing tall and gazing down at him with a curious brow furrow that has Harry ready to question his entire existence, but when your arm extends out to him, offering to wrap his hand in your own, Harry feels butterflies beating at his belly, and he accepts in an instant, ridding himself of his briefs, tossing them aside with little to no regard before grabbing your hand, feeling fuzzy at the visual of how small it looks cradled in his own.

Trailing behind you, willing to let you drag him just about anywhere, it seems you have targeted a bed sitting empty in a quaint corner of the room.

But your ass is bouncing with each step you take, and with gravity offering him such a gracious gift, Harry's hand reaches out with the need to grab, settling with a soft slap to your left cheek, a chuckle slipping past his lips as you let out a little whimper of surprise, body jolting forward, thighs jiggling for his absolute pleasure, and all thoughts of the bed are forgotten as Harry pushes your bodies into the nearest pillars. The look in your eyes adjusts from surprise to arousal at the newfound feeling of your body being backed up into the icy marble, turning into a tornado as Harry's simmering skin keeps you mounted like a shiny trophy.

Harry thinks he's really got you now, your skin so silky, your muscles contracting against his own, keening into his hold, lashes batting up at him like he holds the keys to the garden of Eden; with softness, he presses a breathy kiss to your own parted lips, and now that he has you so perfect and patient, he hasn't the faintest clue where to start.

It would be polite to give him a moment to gather his thoughts, perhaps plot his next move, but you know exactly what you want- no, need- next, and with Harry's head so preoccupied with the idea of you that his hold isn't strong enough to stop you from slipping out from his trap, turning around, your palms pressing flat to your chest as you gift him a gentle, but firm push, his back smacking into the same marble you had just escaped.

Harry feels awestruck, unsure what to think, but his cock is certainly pleased, throbbing at the unfamiliar shift in dynamic, desperate to see what you might do next. And when his eyes, swollen with lust, focus on your own, there is a glimmer of certainty that has him almost keeling over; the need to get on his knees and beg for you is killing him.

But it seems that you are the one who will be on your knees as you keep one palm against his chest, unsure of whether he's willing to stay put, and your body drops to the floor, knees happily greeting the tiles.

With your left hand still holding him in place and your right hand coming to a rest on his waist, fingers squeezing into his fleshy cheeks, Harry's head lulls black in bliss, throat bobbing, both of his hands casting a shadow over your own, wrapping around your wrists like pretty bracelets.

Leaning forward ever so sweetly, your lips pucker and place a polite kiss on the tip of his cock. Harry's hips buck forward without his consent, and your hand leaves his chest, gliding lazily down his torso until it comes to rest on his shaft.

Thoughts of how perfectly he fits between your fingers are blurring your vision, but at the sound of Harry pathetically hissing from above, your grip tightens, body shuffling closer, his own hand settling like a scarf around the back of your neck. His hand stays statuesque, unsure of pushing your boundaries and frightened of catching your hair in one of his many rings. But when you reassuringly nuzzle your crown into his palm, Harry finally relaxes, his fingers- still carefully- slip into and massage the hair at the base of your neck.

You’ve got him right where you want him, and there’s no time to waste as you close the last of any remaining space, bowing forward and closing in like at communion, mouth opening, ready for the catholic wafer but instead closing your lips over the tip of his cock, your tongue darting out to swirl at his head and loving the way he tries to resist bucking into you, stop himself from hitting the back of your throat.

Just the idea has you dripping, fulfilling the desire to take him further in your mouth, your free hand slowly pumping his cock, holding him in place as you suck him, slowly taking in as much as you can manage before slowly pulling back, letting your tongue trail along his shaft in your wake.

Right as Harry begins to fear that you might release and leave him high and dry, you swallow him again, bobbing and creating a rhythm, a small sliver of spit slipping past your lips as you take him as far as your mouth will permit, tongue lapping at him, your hand pumping the base of him as Harry huffs and puffs above you.

And when you can’t help but glance up at him from beneath hooded lashes, the way Harry cusses out and rolls his head back against the pillar is enough to have you picking up the pace, swallowing him with vigour, desperately trying to fit as much of him possible into the hollows of your cheeks.

Slowly, your head begins to bob, taking all of his cock in before pulling back, then again, and again, your hand still pumping him, spit gliding along his shaft and soaking your fingers.

You release his cock from your mouth, still gliding your hand back and forth, pumping him and peering up at him with doe-like eyes.

“Fuck.” Harry whines, the back of his head bumping against the pillar, “Y’gonna be the death of me, sweetheart.”

With a mischievous grin, you place a gentle but menacing kiss on the tip of his cock before flattening your tongue and licking his shaft from base to tip before taking all of him in your mouth once more, creating the perfect rhythm, your other hand leaving his thigh and cupping around his balls, massaging him, head grooving up and down his cock. Harry is a complete mess, his muscles flexing with each suck and release.

You guide his cock to the hollow of your left cheek, brushing him against your mouth before ever-so-softly gliding his head along your bottom teeth and rubbing him against your right cheek. He is still moaning above you, and when you suddenly tilt forward and take him so deep that his cock brushes the back of your throat, Harry is cussing out, his hand tightening around the base of your neck.

You lean your head back into his palm as a form of encouragement, and Harry thinks you may be the most perfect creature of planet Earth itself. He cautiously begins guiding your head, testing the waters as he becomes a guide for his cock, sliding into your mouth.

Happy to oblige, you try to remain as still as possible, your pussy throbbing each time he brushes against your throat, and when you almost gag, Harry has officially died and gone to heaven. His pace quickens, forcefully- but so carefully- bucking into you, loving how soft and plump your lips are, how well you take him- how deep.

The thought of his cum dripping down your chin has him in utter shambles, and that is not how he wants this evening to go- yet. So, with one last thrust and grunt, he ruefully removes himself, hissing at the rush of cool air that greets his tip and almost crying at the sight of the string of spit connecting from your lips and his cock.

Using the back of your hand to dismiss the spit, you peer up at him curiously, rather proud of your work but still hoping to have more of him.

Harry guides your head as a gesture, hissing at the rush of air that greets the tip of his cock, and this only causes his impulses to increase- so, as soon as you have found your feet and are looking up at him with blown-out pupils and puffy pink lips, Harry finally reclaims control, his hands wrapping you up and spinning you around in one swift motion and you are now facing the pillar, your palms pressing flat against the cool surface.

His hands find your hips, thumbs pressing into your fleshy skin and, on instinct, your back arches, ass desperate to press up against him. Harry releases his right hand from your hip, wrapping it around his stiff shaft and guiding it towards your entrance. Ass up, spine curved, your breasts press into the icy pillar, your body scooting up against the pelvis, and when the head of his cock glides along your pussy, just stopping short of your entrance, you moan out enthusiastically.

Harry gives you one last tease, his tip slipping into you before pulling back out, but before you have the opportunity to whine out, he thrusts into you, and instead, you arch out for him even more, sighing out, breasts squishing into the pillar.

He guides his cock in and out, painfully persevering, taking his damn time, but after a third deep and forceful thrust, you shuffle back into him impatiently, and Harry wants to chuckle aloud at your lack of patience now that he has you pressed up against him.

But your neediness is too tantalising to resist; Harry can’t stop his hips from bucking up into you, almost drooling at the hum of satisfaction you reward him with as he thrusts again, this time harder, his arm reaching around to rest his palm on your stomach, keeping you pinned as he proceeds to fuck into you.

Harry keeps going, huffing in sync with each thrust, his stomach clenching as you mewl against him, your palms pressing into the pillar and holding on for dear life. His hand slides down from your stomach to the back of your right thigh, raising it until your knee bumps up against the marble, and when he’s certain you plan on keeping it there, he releases your leg and proceeds to pound into you, his hand snaking around until it finds your pussy, fingers gliding along your wetness, seeking out louder moans, desperate whines.

And you are- unable to hold yourself back any longer, overcome with the electric current coursing through you with each thrust, each time his thumb brushes against your clit. You are chasing another orgasm, pushing your palms against the pillar in an attempt to get closer to him.

Harry kindly obliges, pressing his chest into your back, pulling you flush against his damp and flexed torso as he keeps at it, bucking up into you with all of his willpower, hands grabbing at you, adamant to have you as near as possible.

Right as you feel yourself about to tip over the edge for a second time in just minutes, Harry interrupts by pulling out and wrapping you up in his arms and hastily turning you around to face him. Concern flashes across his features as your back bumps up against the pillar, but when you only whine out, your left leg lifting up, calf wrapping around his waist, Harry guides his cock back into you, bucking up with commitment and determination to have you come unravelled against him once more.

And you are unravelling, chemistry at play as your body becomes a mix of ecstasy and euphoria. You are grabbing at every part of him, never wavering for too long, tugging at his hair, squeezing at his biceps, pressing your pelvis up against his own. Harry is doing the same, feeding off of your needy whines, unsaid pleas for him to keep going, and when you can’t help but turn them into verbal pleas, asking him so sweetly to fuck you “just like that”, he is in an absolute state,

“Yeah?” He confirms- only for the sake of hearing you speak up again,

“Yeah.” You stutter out, nails digging into the nape of his neck, scraping along his shoulder.

Harry is enamoured, you’re being such a good girl for him, and he wants to reward you for being so. But he also wants to be a little testy and has the urge to see how much nicer you’re willing to be for him, so he deems it necessary to hold out on you a tad longer.

He wraps his arm around the middle of your back, pressing you into him, and he bows his head and leans in as close to your ear as possible, his warm breath fanning over the nook of your neck and clavicle, ensuring you hear him loud and clear,

“Ask me nicely.”

Your head snaps up, looking at him with incredulity, but too desperate to do anything other than give him what he wants. One of your hands finds his torso, palms trailing along his chest as your other hand tightens around his neck in physical protest, which is the last thing that would ever slip past your lips. Trying your best to give him your politest plea, your mouth plump and puckered, mousey eyes flickering playfully up at him,

“Pretty please.”

And that’s all Harry needs, thrusting into you with repayment, revelling in the way your body accepts his reward so enthusiastically. He picks up the pace, pounding into you and making certain that you are more than welcome to come undone all over him,

“Such a good girl for me.”

You’re nodding at him desperately, body crumbling with each praise he is granting you, and when his palm slips down between your bodies, landing on your pussy and lazily swirling loops atop your clit, you are a shaking mess- in a frenzy and falling over the edge, coming all over his cock, softly chanting, “yes, yes.”

“So, so good.” He reminds you, holding onto you, keeping you secure and satisfied. He can feel the familiar stirring in his stomach, his cock twitching and tempted to come all over you.

But there’s no way he’s done with you, and he cannot fathom finishing now.

Your bucking has slowed, head lulling into the crook of his neck, trying to steady your breathing, and instead of giving in to an impending orgasm, Harry pats your bum firmly, wrapping an arm around your thigh, encouraging you to jump up into his arms.

He is still fully inside you and doesn’t plan on changing that, effortlessly guiding you up into his arms, one of his hands still on your backside, the other cradling your back. With great care, Harry starts to walk, staying slow and peering over his shoulder to make sure he’s going in the right direction.

Thankfully, the pillar was already the halfway point to the bed you had targeted earlier, and with your lips lazily trailing kisses along his torso, your nails digging into his back, Harry was overjoyed when his feet bumped into the base of the bed.

Impressively, he bows forward- your bodies still bound- his knees denting the mattress, lowering your bodies onto the bed until your back is pressed into the sheets and Harry is hovering over you, balancing on his forearms, his forehead brushing against your own.

“Ready to go again, princess?” His cool breath fans across your features, and you are nodding as if your life depends on it, your pelvis bucking up against him.

Harry’s brows furrow in amusement, his head bowing, lips brushing up against the shell of your ear, “Use your words, lovely.”

“Fuck.” You huff out, your right leg tightening around his waist, one of your hands digging into his bicep and the other tugs at his hair, “Please.” And just so he really gets the message, you add, “I want you.”

“Want me to what?” He drawls, tongue tickling your neck as one of his hands massages your breast.

“Fuck me.” Your reply is emotionless, stern and impatient, “Want you to fuck me.”

“Sassy little one, aren’t you?” Harry chuckles, squeezing your thigh endearingly.

You roll your eyes as if he hasn’t just stated the obvious, lifting your pelvis up to rub against him. His pupils are blown, and you want him inside of you- now.

“Are you gonna fuck me?” you ponder, nails dragging along his shoulder, “Or do I need to find someone else?” there is nobody alive that you could want more than him; he should know this from the way you are so eager to please him, but the mere suggestion has Harry thrusting into you mercilessly.

You whine out in both stupor and ecstasy, your back arching off of the bed, your breasts pressing into his chest. With one of his arms still holding him in place, Harry’s free hand comes up to cradle your face, your foreheads slick with sweat and sticking together.

His hands are about as big as your head, and that alone contributes to the next sigh you release, bucking up into him, meeting his thrusts in the middle, your pelvises slapping into one another.

Harry marvels at the way your bodies seem to so easily find a rhythm each time like you were made for him, and he for you. His thrusts are deep and with intention, stretching your pussy with satisfaction.

“Christ.” He huffs in astonishment, “Y’ feel so fuckin’ good.”

You can only moan out in agreement, at a complete loss for words. The only thing you feel is satisfaction sparking throughout your wholeness, and the only other thing you can think about is how badly you wish you knew his name- hoping to call it out to him as he pounds into you, desperate to reward him for doing such a good job.

Harry can't remember ever feeling so engaged in fucking someone- was there a time? Nothing before or after this moment matters; he could now die a happy man. You feel so warm and worked-up, pressed into him, grabbing at any part of him available for the taking.

He wants to let you, doesn’t mind if you spend hours or even days exploring him, poking and prodding his limbs and skin for reactions, having him like putty in your hands- all yours.

“More.” You huff out when it seems that Harry is getting caught up in his thoughts, and he thrusts into you so generously that your head lulls back to greet the mattress.

But now you are too far away for Harry’s liking; he needs to see those pretty eyes and pretty flushed cheeks, needs to see how good of a job he’s doing at pleasing you. His hand cradles the back of your neck, guiding your head back up, his lips waiting to latch onto your own.

Breathy kisses become open-mouthed ones. Harry’s tongue is dancing all along your mouth, biting on your lip and sucking on your tongue. Still, in a battle of kisses, Harry’s hand sweeps along your face and his pointer finger slips into your mouth. You suck on him like you were born solely for this purpose, and it’s Harry’s turn to stop his head from rolling back.

He keeps on at it, licking into your mouth while his cock rams into you relentlessly, each thrust accompanied by skin slapping, deep moans, hums of satisfaction and a stirring in your chest that only increases as Harry bends your leg and pins it to your chest, fucking into you from an angle that feels so good that you begin slipping away into a realm of pure pleasure.

“Like that?” Harry pants out, each thrust more purposeful than the last.

“Just like that.” You nod vigorously with gratefulness.

“Good girl.” He praises with a sloppy kiss, “Look so good like this.”

Harry keeps thrusting, and it’s not long before the look on your face starts morphing with frustrated delight, your eyes threatening to squeeze shut. But you don’t want to look away, instead glancing between your grooving bodies, in awe of the sight of his cock coated with all of you, pumping in and out so gracefully.

“Are you gonna be a good girl and cum for me?” He is kissing your neck, tongue wet and trailing along your skin.

And that is all you need to guide you back into another orgasm, your hips raised off of the bed and grinding up against his pelvis in a circular motion, hands holding onto him for dear life.

Harry groans, almost growls out, pushing into you, trying to pull you closer than physically possible, “Just like that, sweetheart.” You are definitely a sucker for his praises, desperate for more, and he obliges, “So good for me.”

With a surprising twist, Harry is forced to confront his impending orgasm as you pose a rather prolonged request, “Want you to cum for me.”

He wants to panic, the thought of this being over is simply heinous, but you only chuckle at the obvious distress beginning to warp his features and reassure him, “I still have plenty in store for you.” And for good measure, you add, “Unless you can’t… keep up.”

Harry knows you’re only taunting him for the fun of it, but the suggestion is obscene, and he seeks to prove you wrong. You are still grinding up against him, whimpering at the sensitivity, nevertheless needy for more, so he picks up the pace, ramming into you with everything he has to offer, his arm bending further into the bed to get closer, and your arms wrap around him to assist, tugging him flush against you, teeth nipping at his neck.

“Gonna let me swallow you, pretty boy?” You blink up at him innocently, “Wanna taste you so badly.”

His thrusts are getting sloppier, slower and more determined. Now that the offer of an orgasm is on the table, lying beneath him, so pretty and so tasty, Harry can’t resist pushing into you harder, deeper, grunting and huffing along, skin shivering at the feel of your nails tickling at his torso.

And when you tilt your head and aim your teeth for his ear, nipping his earlobe only to soothe it with the flick of your tongue, you ask one more time, “Pretty please.”

“Fuck. Fuck.” Is all Harry can muster in between a mess of moans, struggling to keep his weight from coming down on you, his free hand wrapping around your waist to hold you still, his cock wailing for release.

And he gets exactly what he’s been searching for, thrusting into you once more, treasuring it as he pulls out, stroking at his cock as the two of you shuffle around and you are quickly on your knees, mouth spread wide, tongue flat and pushing past your lips.

Harry doesn’t think he has ever seen something- someone- so beautiful, and he doesn’t stop thinking this as he starts to cum, spilling onto your tongue, his cock throbbing at the sight of you swallowing him so kindly, at the glistening of your swollen lips, the bobbing of your throat.

You wear your satisfaction with pride, and for the first time, you wonder if Harry actually can keep up. He hadn’t said so, in words, at least. But he is still close and starts edging closer, desperate to have his hands back on you. He gets what he wants, and you shuffle closer, following his gaze as it shifts to the nearest patron, using his free hand to gesture for their attention.

Before you get the chance to get too confused, the patron steps closer, and you can now clearly see the contents of his silver platter. Staring up at you is an array of toys, small and large, feathered or leather or even metal. You don’t even need to glance over at Harry to tell him you are definitely game, instead reaching out with an item already in mind.

Harry watches as you select your weapon of choice, turning back to him with satisfaction and a cheeky smile, the chosen toy on display is just begging to be played with, and it seems that both of you are ready to oblige.

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Forgive me for I am a sinner and I feel zero regrets. Hell can have me because I am DONE. I hope you guys enjoy this one! It's been a while since I've blessed the children with smut and I hope I have succeeded lmao. - Emmy. xo 💞

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barbielore · 11 months

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Barbie first explored her political aspirations in 1992, when she ran for President for the first time.

The original Barbie for President gift set came packaged with both a long star-spangled costume dress and a more professional red skirt suit to campaign in.

She was not a candidate in 1996, but since returning to the campaign in 2000, has run in every election since.

In 2000, Barbie again had two outfits: a blue blazer and skirt for the campaign trail, and a purple/pink formal gown, presumably for celebrating her victory. Note that unlike the 1992 Barbie, this Barbie is wearing her campaign outfit and her celebration dress is boxed separately.

2004's candidacy was the first time Barbie wore trousers on the campaign trail, and also had a more feminist-marketed slogan with the new tagline, "Go Vote, Go Run, Go Lead, Go Girl!". This was also the first candidate who came packaged with only one outfit.

Come 2008, Barbie needs a cell phone to help her with her campaigning. She is back to wearing a skirt on the campaign trail, back to having a second outfit for celebrations - this time a tasteful pink number. Barbie's suit is itself spangled now, to add a bit of pizzazz to the electoral race.

2012 Barbie is has elbow length sleeves on her pink blazer, and a little dog in a secret service suit hiding behind her so she's a real frontrunner. This particular doll is advertised as "stands on her own - literally", so you know that Mattel knew that was a little on the nose.

Her 2016 candidacy had another step forward: now Barbie is packaged alongside her Vice President, and is advertised as being on the "first all female ticket". She was released in different variations, so different styled dolls of different appearances would appear as either President or Vice President.

The 2020 election contained a whole campaign team, ranging in formality from presidential candidate in a pink blazer to one of her campaigners in jeans and a t-shirt. You can see as well that Mattel has made use of different body types: one of the dolls is more petite than the others, and one uses the curvy body model.

#barbie #barbie lore #barbie for president

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navybrat817 · 9 months

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Negotiations

Pairing: Sugar Daddy!Andy Barber x Female Reader Summary: You meet with Andy to discuss the terms of your potential contract. Word Count: Over 4.2k Warnings: Slow burn, reader is broke (is that a warning?), sugar daddy offer, tension, slight insecurities, negotiations, inner monologue, Andy Barber (he's a warning, okay?) Graphic talent and thanks: Banner - @sgt-seabass, Divider - @firefly-graphics , Header - yours truly A/N: Welcome back to my Terms and Conditions AU! Beta read by the lovely @whisperlullaby (thanks!), but any and all mistakes are my own. ❤️ Please follow @navybrat817-sideblog for new fics and notifications. Comments, reblogs, feedback are loved and appreciated!

Work felt like the longest shift even though it was only a few hours. You saw the customers through a different set of eyes as you served them. You wondered how many of them struggled like you or what they would do if someone like Andy entered their lives. If you came to an agreement with him on everything, you weren't sure if you'd ever step foot in the diner again after you quit. Not because you were embarrassed.

It was merely time to look forward.

And look my best.

You turned to the side when you checked your reflection. Estelle had way too much fun picking out an outfit for you. After carefully searching and sneakily looking at the price tag so she didn’t splurge, you opted for a sleeveless, blazer style dress. Nothing over the top or too fancy. You still wanted to look like you while looking professional.

Though she insisted it was your birthday gift, along with the surprisingly comfortable black heels, you planned to pay her back. Whether from the money Andy gave you or once you got your paycheck months from now at your new job. If she refused, you’d tell her the only gift you needed was her support and she gave that to you. Like she knew you were thinking about it, she messaged you.

“Good luck! I know you look hot! Knock his socks and pants off! He better give you everything you deserve!”

You had to smile at her enthusiasm. “It’s his office. His pants are staying on.”

“You say that now, but he’s the boss. You’ll change your tune once he has his hands on you.”

Laughing as you tucked your phone away, you couldn’t completely disagree with her. Andy robbed you of your breath whenever you saw him and it surprised you that you could maintain logical thinking when he was close by. You had to maintain that rational headspace today. He was a man used to people telling him what he wanted to hear. As an ex-lawyer and businessman, he could sway things in his favor if you weren’t careful.

Considering what he was offering you, it didn’t once feel like he was taking advantage of your misfortunes.

You stopped yourself from messaging Andy that you were on your way. He was a busy man with more important stuff to deal with than a check-in from you. It would be one of the topics of discussion shortly anyhow. Would he want to know where you are at all times or would he be content with the occasional message?

How much control will he want over me? How much do I want to give him?

Thanking and paying the cab driver as you arrived at the building, you didn't feel as out of your element the way you did at the restaurant. The office setting was familiar. It was bittersweet going inside though for something that wasn't work or an interview. Maybe this was better.

You held your head high as if it was.

I can do this.

You handed your bag over for the security officer to check while he verified your identification. Satisfied once he double checked your name and ID, he handed you a guest badge and allowed you to go to the elevators. It comforted you that Andy and his employees were safe when they went into his building. You wondered how often you'd be here or if he'd keep you away from his office outside of functions.

You avoided looking at anyone as you got into the elevator, though you felt the eyes of a couple of men sweep over your body. It didn’t matter what they thought. Andy was the only one you wanted to look good for. As you passed by each floor, the more you worried about breaking into a sweat. You shifted back and forth until the door opened.

One step closer.

It took you a second to move your feet forward and turn down the hall. It seemed to stretch on for miles, the door at the end of it was large and daunting. It was like entering the lion’s den, but you weren't afraid. Even if you did pause again before you turned the handle and walked in.

An older woman, Irene according to the nameplate on her desk, sat outside of a set of double doors, giving you a kind smile as she looked up from her keyboard. You didn't let her appearance fool you. Anyone who worked for someone as powerful as Andy likely had thick skin and a "take no crap" attitude.

"How may I help you?"

"Hi. I'm here to see Andy Barber," you replied, giving her your name and inwardly wincing. Of course, she knew you were there to see him. Why else would you be there?

"Yes, Mr. Barber is expecting you," she smiled, pressing the intercom on her desk. "Mr. Barber, your 4pm is here."

"Send her in, please."

It isn't fair that he sounds sexy through a speaker box.

"May I get you anything to drink?" she asked.

"No, thank you," you smiled, following her as she opened the double doors.

This is it.

The office was just as you imagined, the walls lined with a mixture of art and accolades. A small table and chairs sat on one side with a couch on the other. It was elegant, but the man behind the desk drew your attention. Sunlight filtered in through the floor to ceiling windows behind Andy, casting a halo around him as he stood up. A symbol of power and authority in his black suit with the skyline behind him, you found it difficult to take your next breath.

He looks like he was born to be in charge.

"It's good to see you again," Andy smiled, walking around the desk and gesturing to the table. "Why don't we sit over here? Did Irene offer you a drink?"

"Of course, I did, Mr. Barber. And before you remind me, I know to hold your calls," she chastised him, which only made him chuckle before she smiled at you. "I'll be just outside if you need anything."

I knew it. Take no crap.

"Thank you," you said, giggling as you walked to the table. "I like her."

"I do, too. She keeps me on my toes," he said as he pulled out the chair for you. "How was your day?"

"Uneventful," you replied, setting your bag beside you. It was nice that he asked. "How are you?"

"My day was just fine," he said, taking a seat. He had a notepad waiting there, similar to yours.

"That's good."

He gave you a half smile and you debated whether or not to continue with small talk. "Nervous?"

“A little bit,” you said, refusing to lie to him. It wouldn’t start things off on the right foot if you did. “I didn’t have ‘Sugar Daddy Negotiations’ on my BINGO card this year.”

He chuckled, the sound beautiful in the large space. “If it makes you feel any better, I didn’t either," he joked. "And you don’t look nervous.”

“It actually does,” you smiled. “How do I look?”

“You look beautiful.”

“Oh,” you said, your cheeks growing warmer the longer he gazed at you. While you wanted that to be his reaction, it was somehow unexpected. “I wasn’t fishing for a compliment, by the way.”

“And I wasn’t taking the bait. I’m telling you what I see.”

“Thank you. This was a birthday gift from Estelle,” you said, smoothing out the dress even though you were sitting. Why you felt the need to tell him, you weren’t sure.

“It’s a beautiful dress, but I was talking about your smile,” he said, his lip tugging in a small smile of his own before he cleared his throat. “As much as I’d like to sit here and continue to shower you with praise, maybe we should save that for another time.”

Your throat went dry at the implication, but you didn't want to get ahead of yourself. “Of course."

"Today is about figuring out our terms and setting expectations. I plan to take notes as we go along, if you don't mind."

"That's fine because I plan to do the same," you explained as you took out your notepad. "I’ve made a list of things I believe we should discuss and agree on before moving forward."

“You’re prepared,” he said, a hint of pride in his voice. "And getting down to business like last time."

“I do what I can,” you said, glancing at the first item on your list. “First thing is the length of our contract. You mentioned Mr. Huffman’s merger could take a few months, but there’s no definitive timeframe. My proposal is six months or when the job becomes available, whichever comes sooner.”

He considered your words carefully. “I spoke with Scott again and a merger like this may take a minimum of six months due to the range of variables. I propose a year or when the job becomes available. It hopefully won’t take that long, but I’d feel more comfortable if we have more time as opposed to less.”

A year was a long time, but you understood his perspective. “Why don’t we meet in the middle? Nine months.”

“Nine months, but if the merger is still pending at that time, we can revisit the contract and extend it if needed,” he proposed.

“Agreed,” you said, jotting down your notes on your pad while he did the same. “My job. You said I would need to quit and I’d be unable to take another position while under contract. I have no objections to that, but I won’t flat-out quit the diner. I’ll put in my two week notice. If they tell me not to come back, that’s on them.”

“I think that’s the respectable thing to do,” he said, nodding to your pad. “I don’t know where living arrangements are on your list, but I’d like to discuss that next.”

You wanted to discuss your free time since you wouldn't have a job any longer, but you would circle back to that. “Okay. You said over lunch that you’re not comfortable with me staying in my current place.”

“I did and I stand by that. I understand that my building doesn’t guarantee complete safety over yours because anything could happen anywhere at any time, but knowing you’re close by would help put me at ease. I have a loft ready to go and you can treat it as your own place. If something isn’t to your liking, we can change it within reason.”

“Within reason?”

Andy smirked slightly. “I can’t exactly take a sledgehammer to the wall if you want to make the space bigger,” he said, taking out his phone and pulling up an image. “But it’s a nice place. Feel free to swipe through it.”

The photos were beautiful and the living room alone looked larger than your entire apartment. “Is spending time at your place an expectation?” you asked.

“I’d like it if you did for an occasional dinner, but I understand if you'd rather not. I'd also like to meet you once a month outside of contractual obligations to talk.”

Sounds like a date. Is it though?

“I agree to the loft, the occasional dinner, and meeting with you once a month," you agreed. It wasn't overwhelming or demanding. You'd still have a sense of independence. "But I’d like to keep my current apartment. If I take this job in the upcoming months, I can't expect you to cover the loft anymore and I doubt I could afford it even with a decent salary. I’ll need a place to go back to until I find something better.”

"I own it," he said. He wasn't bragging in your mind. He was stating a fact.

"I doubt I could afford your rent then. I keep my apartment."

“Done,” he said after a moment. You were glad he agreed. Your apartment was still yours. “Which is a good segway into expenses. As a reminder, I plan to cover the rent for your current apartment, along with any bills associated with it such as cable or internet. If you prefer to shut those off during the contract, we can. I’ll also cover your cell phone, insurance, credit card bills, student loans, any debt you pay on a monthly basis. Oh, and groceries.”

Tears filled your eyes as he opened his mouth to continue. The more you tried to compose yourself, the more your face scrunched up. “I’m sorry,” you whispered. You hadn't expected to get emotional, but actually hearing him say he’d cover your monthly bills and help you stay on top of everything was unreal. You'd sleep better at night knowing you had nothing to worry about.

I probably look ridiculous.

“Don’t be,” he said gently, handing you his handkerchief so you could dab your eyes.

“I’m just,” you stopped to take a breath. It was okay to be vulnerable. That was part of communicating. “I’ve carried this stress on my shoulders and knowing that you’re going to take some of that weight away is… I’m never going to be able to repay you for that or thank you enough.”

“I don’t expect a monetary repayment nor would I want that. I told you, honey. You're an honest and kind person. Your company is going to be more than enough.”

He sounds too good to be true.

“You say that now, but you'll grow tired of me,” you teased, holding out your hand to give him the handkerchief. “Thank you.”

He shook his head and refused to take it back. “Keep it. And considering I offered a year for this, I know I won't grow tired of your company,” he said, a bit of concern in his eyes as you sniffled. “Are you okay to continue? We can take a break.”

“I'm fine,” you promised, straightening up and feeling lighter, like the weight was already gone. “We were discussing expenses.”

“Yes,” he smiled, gesturing to your outfit. “I plan to take you shopping so you can have a few outfits, jewelry, shoes, make-up, and whatever else you need ready for the planned upcoming events, as well as some dressed down outfits so you’re comfortable when we travel and to spruce up your wardrobe if you’d like.”

Careful. You’re going to spoil me.

“I’m also going to deposit two thousand dollars into your account each month for your leisure,” he added, writing it on his pad as if that was the final say in the matter.

“Two thousand dollars?!” you nearly shouted. You weren’t trying to sound hysterical, but you failed. “I’m sorry, but who spends that much on clothes each month?!”

Andy looked like he was trying not to laugh at the incredulous look on your face. “You don’t have to spend it on clothes. It’s for you to use as you wish.”

“But you’re already buying me a whole new wardrobe AND covering all of my bills and expenses for nine months. I’m assuming you're covering travel expenses, too?”

“I will,” he confirmed.

“Then there’s no reason why I’d need that much money,” you said with a shake of your head. Estelle would probably tease you for not agreeing, but it was too much. “I can’t possibly need more than five hundred a month.”

“One thousand,” he said firmly as you narrowed your eyes. “Humor me, honey. Please?”

You tapped your pen against the pad as you thought it over. You really didn’t see a reason for that much, but you could put any leftover funds each month into savings. It would be good to pay Estelle back.

Plus, how could you argue when Andy gave you a sweet smile?

“Fine. One thousand each month,” you said, ignoring the look of satisfaction in his eyes. “Okay. We’ve discussed the length of the contract, my job, living arrangements, expenses, which includes traveling. How about traveling itself?”

“Is your passport current?” he asked.

“It is.”

“Good. Some of the traveling will require us to go out of the country and you’ll need it handy. We’ll need to coordinate our schedules so you can block off dates in your calendar. We’ll most likely share a suite for any non-local events, but I’m not going to make you share a bed with me. You have my word.”

You nodded as you wrote that down. It was a bit of a surprise that he didn’t expect you to sleep with him. “Thank you, Andy,” you said, pointing at him with your pen. “But I’m planning to tell Estelle about every function, big or small, so she knows where I am. I won’t budge on that.”

“You’re allowed to give her the details. You said you trust her and that she can be discreet.”

You could never picture Andy as a creep, but the confirmation that he wouldn't force you to sleep with him and that Estelle would know what's going on helped you relax. "If I'm not working or going to functions with you, what am I doing with the rest of my time?" you asked.

Does he expect me to be at his beck and call?

"I'm glad you asked. It's your time to do what you want. Relax, hang out with friends, pamper yourself. Minus the days you'll have blocked out in your calendar, the time is yours," he explained, lightly twirling his pen in his hand. The motion momentarily distracted you. "I only ask if you plan to leave the city to tell me, that way I know you're unavailable if anything last minute comes up."

You weren't sure what you were going to do with that extra time. While a nine month long vacation sounded nice, you didn't want it to be all leisure. You needed somewhat of a routine. Maybe you could take some self development courses to prepare for going back to the office.

"That's fair. I don't have any plans to leave the city, but I'll be sure to let you know if I do," you said, hoping you weren't missing anything as you looked over what you had written down. "What if I’m sick or there’s an emergency and I can't be with you?”

“Then you won’t go," he said as a matter of fact. "I’d never ask you to choose between this arrangement and your well-being or family. Depending on the situation, I could miss it to help you.”

That was unexpected. Andy shouldn't have to put you ahead of any of his obligations. The offer though, even if it never came to fruition, warmed your insides. "That's kind of you, Andy," you said softly before you cleared your throat. “The last topic I have written down is sex.”

“No,” he said, something unreadable in his eyes at the suggestion. “Sex is not on the table because I’m not going to pay you for that.”

“Oh,” you said, quickly scratching it off your list. It was admirable on his part, but also slightly disappointing. Clearly you misread some of the signals. “I’m sorry. I didn’t mean to imply-”

“You have nothing to apologize for,” he assured you, placing his hand over yours before you could pull it away. “If I sounded harsh, I’m sorry. I understand sex is an expectation for some arrangements, but it isn’t for me and I would never want you to feel pressured to be physical with me. I also have no judgments against anyone who pays for sex. My preference regarding intimacy is for it to happen organically.”

“I appreciate the explanation,” you said. This was a business transaction to him. That much was clear. But knowing his reasoning behind it did help. “As far as being affectionate at functions, what’s your take on that? Or going on dates?”

“I may have my arm around you or keep you close to my side, but nothing more if you’re uncomfortable with that. If you are, please tell me and I’ll stop immediately,” he answered before a moment of silence stretched on. "You're asking if we're going to go on dates?"

"You mentioned meeting once a month. Is that a date?"

He waited a few seconds before he answered. "It's a chance for us to meet up and talk. I don't want to demand a title for those moments. That isn't fair to you."

It wasn't a "yes" or "no" answer. Maybe after his divorce and not knowing if people genuinely wanted to connect with him, he wasn't interested in the dating scene. "Okay."

He leaned back in his chair with a hum. “You deviated from the sex discussion quickly.”

“You said it wasn’t on the table,” you reminded him. You weren't about to make a fool of yourself by pushing.

“I said I wasn’t going to pay you for sex. I never said sex wasn’t on the table at all,” he pointed out. You jumped to the conclusion that he didn't want it because it wouldn't be part of the contract. “Any discussion we have regarding that, I’d prefer not to be in a contract form.”

“So if it does happen, we’ll work through it together naturally?” you asked, not wanting to get your hopes up.

His gaze softened considerably. “Yes, we would. And I’d hope you’d trust me enough to know I’d treat you well and take care of you.”

"I do," you said.

"But sex and a relationship aren't expectations of our agreement or outside of it," he said, taking his hand away from yours. "I want to make that clear."

Andy driving the point home was what you needed, as saddening as it was. At the end of the day, it was a contract. He was paying you for your company. Surely he didn't want anything else. "Thank you for reiterating that. Is there anything else you wanted to discuss that I missed?"

His expression remained neutral, but you imagined it disappointed him that you shifted the conversation back to business. Wishful thinking on your part. "Yeah. The only other thing I wanted to discuss is the possibility of you having a driver."

"A driver?" you asked. Wasn't that a bit much? "I don't mind taking cabs or Ubers."

"I understand that, but I'd prefer if you had a driver. If you have to meet me for an event and I can't escort you myself, they will know exactly where to go. You also won't have to pay for someone to drive you around if you want to go anywhere."

"But you're paying them," you said.

"My job is to cover your expenses," he shrugged, leaning his head back and reaching up to loosen his tie. You stared for far too long. "Told you I want to take care of you, honey."

You shifted in your seat, hoping he didn't take any notice. "I want to pick the driver," you said, a little more breathy than before.

That poor driver is likely going to be bored for the next three quarters of a year being my chauffeur.

"From a selection of my choosing. They're all trustworthy."

"I'm giving Estelle the details of that, too," you said.

"I expect nothing less," he smiled, catching your eye. "Is there anything else you'd like to discuss?"

"Not that I can think of," you said.

He tapped the notepad with his pen. "I'm going to have a contract drawn up, but I won't ask you to sign it for a week. This will give you time to back out if you need to and it will also give you a few days to contact me should you think of anything else."

"One week," you whispered. Could you wait that long? What if you did think of something else?

"Until then," he said, standing to walk back to his desk. He came back with a letter sized envelope. "So you know I'm serious."

Your eyebrows shot up when you opened the envelope. It was a cashier's check for two thousand dollars made out to you. He had it ready for you. "Andy, this-"

"I know we agreed on one thousand, but I was set on two thousand before we talked it over. Even if you decide not to move forward with this, I want you to take it."

Afraid you might cry again, you set the check down and stood up to hug him. He stiffened in your hold and you wondered if you overstepped before he exhaled and wrapped his arms around your back. You thanked him already with your words, so you wanted to do it again with a hug. The way he held you in return, it felt like was saying "you're welcome".

And that you weren't alone.

"I wish we could have that dinner tonight," he whispered, his mouth close to your ear. You shivered before you reluctantly pulled away. "Unfortunately, I have to get drinks with a few executives."

"That sounds terrible," you teased, drawing a chuckle out of him. "I should get going then."

"It is terrible," he agreed, making sure you had the check and your other things as he led you to the door. "I'll see you back here in a week at the same time."

"And I'll hopefully speak to you before then," you said, not wanting to sound clingy.

But the smile he gave you was a sign of hope. "I'd like that."

This is going to be the longest week ever.

I don't need to wait a week. I'm signing on the dotted line! Love and thanks for reading! ❤️

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mistvy · 9 months

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University Lookbook: Female

A lovely anon requested a university style lookbook, and it was so fun to base this on outfits I’ve worn when I was in school! (Male counterpart coming soon!)

Model: Selina Treasure by the incredible @teddybearwhims - you can download her here ♡

Look One: hat, sweatshirt, leggings, sneakers

Look Two: sweater, backpack, leggings, socks, uggs

Look Three: sweater combo, backpack, jeans, sneakers

Look Four: hat, blazer, bodysuit, sneakers

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yellowbunnydreams · 4 months

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(Part 1) ~ William Afton/Steve Raglan x F! Reader

~Hello lovies, I'm aware I'm like....four? Uploads behind schedule, but I have been visited by the idea bunny again and I couldn't not write it now! It would be rude!. This is a slight Mechanised Devotion style, so if you enjoyed that, you may enjoy this too.~

Taglist: @ruh--roh-raggy

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CW: Minors DNI, (18+ ONLY), Female Reader, legal age gap (Reader- 20's, William - 50's), mention of crimes and violence, blood, mentions of child death (it's FNAF, what did you expect?), past trauma; abusive relationships, stalking, angst

The waiting room for a career counsellor was all too bleak, but you supposed when somebody had reached the point of seeing one, most of the hope from their life had gone and didn't leave much room for colour. But you supposed there was a desperation to your reason too.

After you'd moved half-way across the country to be with a long-distance partner, you'd found yourself in a small, remote town with nobody and nothing, and your boyfriend disappeared with nothing more than a 'sorry, I couldn't wait for you'. You'd spent two days crying in the small apartment you'd rented for the both of you on your limited budget, but now the bills were threatening to catch up with your savings and leave you with not even a roof over your head.

Something about the town was familiar however, although you couldn't place it as you walked around, it was like you'd been there before in some sort of dream a lifetime ago. Though you supposed that everything was relatively easy to find, despite the de-ja-vu you felt constantly plagued by.

You were snapped from your thoughts when your name was called, making you look up from your worn out yellow converse and towards a slightly plump lady who sat behind the reception point. Silvery hair neatly curled and a warm smile on her face as she pointed down the hall as you approached.

"You're seeing Mr. Raglan, down the hall, final left. Good luck sweetie."

"Thank you ma'am." You smiled back at her, making the older woman beam at your manners as you headed off. Adjusting the ill fitting blazer and pencil skirt as you walked, trying to not give off the impression they were from a thrift store solely for the purpose of the interview, despite the fact that was exactly what they were. You'd supposed you never thought about smart clothes when you packed everything.

The hall dragged on forever, but finally you found the door you needed, knocking brightly if nervously.

"Come on in." The deep voice called, surprising you with the brightness to it despite the baritone, nervously writing your hands together as you opened the door and smiled warmly, hoping to make a good first impression.

The man sat at the desk looked up, smiling back at you and stood up to greet you, immediately towering over your smaller frame as he extended a large hand to shake. The rough callouses along his fingers catching you off guard slightly for a man in a yellow and purple pin-stripe shirt and purple tie. The bagginess of his clothes betrayed his frame slightly, as you could tell that whilst perhaps he was a little softer with age, the grip in his hand and the way his forearm twitched told you that he was strong.

"Please, take a seat, I'm just reading the resume you provided for us."

"Thank you sir, it really means a lot that you could fit me in on such short notice." Seeing the man raise a greying eyebrow as he peered through his gold-wire aviators at the manilla folder in his hands, nose scrunched up in concentration slightly.

"It was a little inconvenient, but you seemed like you'll be an easy case. Young lady with a gold-standard work history, fairly educated too from this." He said, gesturing to the folder. You weren't sure on how to feel about the back-handed compliment, whilst you were glad he seemed optimistic about your prospects, it still stung to be called inconvenient. Shuffling in the too small office chair as you waited for him. "So what brought a little thing like you to a place like this?"

"Oh I um.. I would prefer not to disclose it all, but I moved here recently for...Promises." The defeat crept into your voice towards the end, shoulders slumping as the man looked up at you. Missing how his silvery eyes raked over you assessing how you presented yourself. He'd already read the file, but people lied a little too easily when it was on paper, and reading people was all too easy for him.

"Promises? Promises don't provide I'm guessing." He muttered, making your cheeks flush as you nod in agreement, turning a paper over in the folder and humming in thought before he snapped it shut, making you jump slightly as your attention landed back on him. "Coffee?"

"I'm sorry, sir?"

"Would you like some coffee? I've got some brewing." Gesturing to a small coffee pot that you hadn't even noticed in the small office space, pausing before nodding slowly at the prospect.

"Please."

"Now I don't have cream and sugar, I forgot to stock up, you seem like the type who usually has those fancy flavoured things that cost, what...Seven bucks each?" Making you wince again at the back-handed compliment as you chuckled through your nerves, swallowing dryly.

"I mean, I'm flattered that you think I look that rich, Mr. Raglan." Watching his pour the coffees into the mugs beside the pot, the one in his hand looking almost comically small in his large hands as he handed you yours. Muttering your thanks as he stood over you for a second, seemingly lost in thought as you sipped at the drink. Scratching through his salt and pepper beard, the grey concentrated on his chin predominantly, matching his greying hair as you got a chance to look over him a little more.

"Just an observation I've run into with most people your age." Taking his seat again, he opened a different folder and hummed as he thumbed through it quickly, sipping his coffee between pages as you waited nervously for whatever he was about to say. "Welp, it looks like I haven't got much for you."

You sat stunned for a moment, blinking rapidly as you looked at Mr. Raglan and felt your heart begin to pound inside your chest as your stomach sank through the floor. Knuckles turning white as your gripped the coffee cup in your hands tighter, feeling your breathing hitching as Raglan watched you neutrally.

"Y-You're sure? I mean... Nothing?" Feeling that sinking feeling get lower as he simply shrugged his shoulders and offered a sad smile as if condolences were being passed by a stranger at a wake.

"It looks like everything's been assigned and waiting for confirmation of continuation or for somebody to come back here after getting fired." He shrugged, watching your face turn pale as you soaked in the information he'd laid onto you. How your last lifeline had been snapped right in front of your eyes.

"Thank... Thank you for your time then, Mr. Raglan." You breathed eventually, placing the cup on the desk and standing slowly, leaving him sat at his desk and leaning forwards on his elbows, head resting against his hands as he watched you walking towards the door. So mild and complacent with his words.

As you opened the door, he spoke again, giving you a moment to pause.

"If anything comes up, I'll give you a call?"

You nodded, heading back out before the tears took over and made your hot eyes prickle painfully. Taking deep, shaking breaths as you could only hope that something came up right for you for once since you'd moved to the stupid town in the middle of nowhere.

You were eating instant noodles from a folded foil lid-cup when the phone rang, carefully answering it as you put your food down. Heart pounding as you imagined the sound of a rep telling you your water or heat was about to be cut, or worse, your landlord.

"Hello there, have I got the right number for," you heard papers shuffling before your name was said. It took a second for you to register the voice on the other end before you spoke cautiously.

"Yes, this is she. May I ask who's calling?"

"Steve Raglan, from the careers office. I said I'd call if I had any updates for you?" You felt guilty for felling suspicious of the call initially, perking up slightly as the prospect that this was a good phone-call.

"Oh of course! Does this mean you have good news, sir?"

"Well, good is subjective, but I do have news," he began, more shuffling in the background before you heard him having a sip of something, presumably his coffee. "there's a job. Nightshift, security gig. Pay's bad, the hours are worse, but no people to deal with." He quoted to you, making you wince as you thought about how poor the pay potentially was, if it would be enough for what you needed to survive.

"Where is it? And what's the details?" Hearing a small chuckle on the other end as you waited for his reply.

"It's an old restaurant from the eighties and nineties, Freddy Fazbear's Pizza." The name rung a bell somewhere in your mind, although it took it's time coming back to you as to why it was familiar. Steve Raglan continued to talk as you were lost in your own thoughts. "You'll be expected to look after the place and tidy up, make sure nobody breaks in and destroys stuff. The owner's a sentimental guy, but you could start tomorrow night if that works for you?"

"It's perfect. I'll take it." Barely able to get the words out fast enough and feeling your cheeks heating up as you heard the chuckle on the other end of the line. Heart pounding faster as you felt a smile creep onto your own face.

"Great, just collect the keys from the reception and we'll have a catch up in a week to review how you're doing. Of course, you can always call if there are any issues." The click of the phone being hung up settled the matter with some finality, but left you with something dangerous in it's wake.

Hope.

Looking down at your clothes and realising you were still in your pyjamas, you decided to take the day to unpack a little more and prepare for your new job the next evening. A little excitement for a job and a potentially stable source of income, as well as a small part of you wondering if you would have that same sense of familiarity about everything when you arrived at Freddy Fazbear's Pizza.

As you stood in front of the old building with the dilapidated neon sign, skeletons of old ivy clinging to the outside of the building telling you that nobody had really taken care of the building for a long time. The smiling bear on top of the building only built the nostalgia in your stomach, forcing you to take a deep breath before you walked towards the front doors and allowed yourself inside the belly of the beast.

The archway with the word 'Welcome' printed neatly above it was what first tickled the sense that you'd been there before. Blinking as each step became measured as controlled, trying to get ahold of your senses, but your body seemed to have a mind of its own as you ran forwards into the darkness, clicking on a flashlight that had been provided for you and staring at the inside with a sense of awe.

Though the colours were muted in the low light, nostalgia hit you like a train and threatened to take your breath with it as suddenly memories of children screaming in the same area came through. Screaming as they ran to play on the arcade machines, games of tag and arts and crafts going on in the remote corners. The now dusty prize-counter that had always been crowded with kids and grown-ups alike trying to pick prizes.

The animatronics. You remembered them too. Heart pounding loudly in your ears as you made your way to the stage, pulling back the curtain and gasping loudly in surprise to see the worn and well kept fur of a purple bunny first, then a brown bear and finally, a yellow chicken holding a cupcake. A wide smile split your features as you recalled everything suddenly, a wave of long forgotten, fond memories that you weren't sure why you'd left them behind until now.

Cautiously, you waved to the inanimate objects, whispering as if somebody might hear you despite being alone.

"Hi Bonnie, hi Freddy, hi Chica. Is Foxy still around too? I can't believe you guys are still here!" Excitedly whispering as you gave them a final wave and allowed the heavy red velvet to fall back into place before you spotted the purple starred material around a smaller stage set to one side, eagerly jogging over and waving to Foxy behind it. Though you had less memories of him, you knew that he hadn't been your favourite growing up, but still wanted to say hello. You felt childish, like you'd been transported back to your childhood as you wandered the halls in search of the security office.

Once you'd found it, throwing on the breaker was easy, hearing the sound of things warming up and sputtering to life in the main hall as you settled yourself down in the office chair, ready for a long night of watching what appeared to be an ancient, grainy camera system that was probably installed when the building was originally constructed.

You weren't sure how long it had been before you heard something moving. Curiously peeking your head out of the door and staring into the now partly lit dining room, eyes narrowing suspiciously as you tried to reason with yourself that it was possible just old creaks from the concrete of the building. Turning back to the cameras, your stomach sank through the floor as you realised that Bonnie was gone from his spot on stage. Swearing profusely as you grabbed your flashlight and headed out into the dining room with a sense of urgency, hoping that he wasn't being taken apart by metal scrappers.

Now the room was full of light once more, you could really see the memories that had come back. Bright lights and kids, the arcade cabinets bleeping and blaring when somebody had hit the jackpot for the machine. Employees in confetti print tops and red vests that would run around the place with a sense of urgency.

You were a Freddy's kid.

"Hello? Anybody there?" You called, quickly moving to check the stage and wondering how you hadn't heard or seen somebody moving a several hundred pound animatronic, or at least, you had presumed somebody must have moved him. Did you hallucinate that he'd been there?

Just as you turned around to check other places, you bumped into something heavy and soft at the same time. Gasping as you blinked and took a step back, trying to make sense of what was happening as you realised that you were looking at pale purple fur. Blinking more as you looked up, finding the soft curves of a purple bunny face staring back at you with dead eyes. Head tilted to one side curiously as it stared at you.

"Bonnie! How- You- But that's not-" You kept cutting yourself off with your train of thought as your mind moved at a million miles an hour, looking back at the stage and the animatronic, trying to figure out how it had moved. And so silently at that. "Did you get stiff joints? I would too if I stood up for so long too." Laughing as you realised you were talking to a machine, but it simply felt right as the animatronic cocked his head the other way.

The whirr and hum of other things moving caught your attention and you turned to spot the other three animatronics moving, a careful shuffling step and a head tilt as they regarded you. Ears and eyebrows moving as if testing the motor functions still as they woke up. You guessed it was the animatronic equivalent of a stretch as you found yourself grinning widely that these things were still functional after all these years.

Some faint, half-remembered dream of being a young girl and wishing you could have sleep-overs with the animatronics came to you, and you squealed in delight. Freddy's eyebrows shooting up in what you interpretted as a confused expression.

"You guys can move! Oh my god, this is amazing! Can you communicate? Do you move every night? Oh! I need to introduce myself, I've been here before, but you probably don't remember me." Offering the mascots your name as they stared intently, seeming almost like they were thinking of something before they slowly began to move again. Heading off into different parts of the resturant and leaving you alone in the dining room once more.

"Oh of course, gotta stretch those legs! Well, you can stop by my office when you like! The door's always open!" Laughing as Foxy seemed to give you an acknowledging nod, heading back to the office filled with glee that such important things to you still existed, although, you felt a little sad that there wasn't something else there. You weren't sure what, but you were sure it would come back to you eventually.

Settling into the seat back in the office, you were unaware that you were being watched. The man behind the cameras cursed that they weren't equipped for audio, so he couldn't make out what you'd said, but he was curious as to why the children had simply acknowledged you. They'd been so good at taking out the nightguards usually, although the last one had been rather witty to say the least.

His curiousity piqued, he decided to observe some more before he made a move. Wondering what the smiling face on the camera was thinking about as you seemed to regard everything around you with a child-like wonder.

Perhaps it was time for the yellow rabbit to make an appearance once again and teach his children compliance once more.

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crush into you // myung jaehyun

When you literally crush into Jaehyun on your way to an interview, the boy manages to spill iced coffee on your blouse. That's how you end up wearing his own blazer to the interview to cover up the spot, and the rest is history.

➳ Characters: uni student!Jaehyun x uni student!female reader/you

➳ Genre: meet cute, slice of life, uni au, fluff

➳ Words: 3k

➳ Warning: mentions of foods

➳ A/N: This story had the second most votes in my recent poll, so here it is. I'm really enjoying their comeback, so it was very easy to write a story about Jaehyun. I hope you enjoy it as much as I enjoyed writing it! ❤️

➳ Taglist: @s00buwu, @dat-town

Your days were carefully planned out with written to-do lists, calendar apps filling up your phone, and multiple scenarios made up with every plan that you might have. Just like today when you were about to go to an assessment centre as part of a job interview: a 3-hour selection process with an hour of group work, an hour of one-on-one interview with the hiring manager alongside an HR specialist and an hour for individual tests. You planned out when to leave the flat, when to get on the bus, which bus to take in case you didn’t manage to get on the exact bus you wanted and when you could possibly leave your neighbourhood the latest in order to still get to the company in time.

Myung Jaehyun’s days, on the other hand, were a hot mess. He was frequently running late from classes, group work meet-ups and dance practices, high on adrenaline and energy drinks. No one blamed him because the moment he flashed a smile, it was game over for them. Taesan might have given him a bombastic side eye for such a comment, but it was rare that anyone really reprimanded Jaehyun for being a bit too hyper, a bit too all over the place and a bit of a kid at times.

So when you literally crushed into him as you turned a corner towards the company and he was running around with his iced coffee in hand, trying not to be late from a class, on his part, the collision wasn’t that unexpected.

On your part though, it totally was.

“Oh my gosh, I’m so so sorry,” the boy exclaimed first things first just at the same time as you started apologising to him, but when you felt an odd cold sensation around your abdominal area, you immediately looked down at your white blouse, your lips parting in disbelief.

“Oh nooo,” you pouted, looking at the brownish spot on your white blouse caused by his coffee, multiple scenarios crossing your head as to how to fix this. You didn’t have enough time to go back to your flat to change, you weren’t familiar with the area, so you didn’t know whether they had a clothes shop around, and you didn’t know whether trying to get the stain out would only make it worse and the spot more noticeable or not.

“Oh. My. Gosh. I’m so… very… sorry,” the stranger reacted more dramatically than you would have thought so, all wide eyes and exasperated expression tinting his otherwise boyish features, messy jet-black locks falling into his eyes. As opposed to your business casual style - white blouse with black cotton pants and high-heeled sandals -, he looked more like a sophisticated yet fashionable guy around campus with his burgundy sports shoes, leather pants, a simple white tee, a black blazer and multiple accessories crowning the look from rings on his fingers to necklaces gracing his skin. You couldn’t have looked any different at that moment.

“I’ll make it up, I promise. Are you in a hurry, are you heading somewhere?” He asked nevertheless, his puppy eyes also in contrast to his whole appearance.

“Well, yeah, I’m going for a job interview. I’ll have to be there in 15 minutes, and it’s still like a 5-minute walk from here.”

“Oh no, that’s not good,” he shook his head, and with the hand that didn’t hold the half-empty cup of the rest of his coffee, he scratched the back of his neck. He bit down on his lower lip, clearly in deep contemplation, and you were about to end this whole conversation when his actions made you freeze on the spot. In a whirlwind moment of events, he threw his cup into a nearby trash can, got a tissue out of his pocket to clean his hand that the coffee also spilled onto and slid the blazer off himself to reach it out to you. “Here, take this. It might be a bit big on you, but it will cover up the spot nicely, and I think it will go well with your outfit.”

“But…”

“Please, take it. I don’t really know what else to do right now, and you have a job interview in 15 minutes, and I’m terribly sorry, and I don’t want you to mess it up because of me. So it might be worth a try? I don’t know, I just…” The boy kept talking on and on, his voice cheery yet also filled with guilt, and seeing his puppy eyes shining with genuine care, you didn’t have the heart to say no. What could possibly go wrong about trying it on either way?

“I was about to say that it’s actually a pretty smart idea,” you pointed out as you reached out for the blazer, and the boy’s face lit up fully when you complimented him. He flashed you a wide, toothy grin, his smile pushing his lips closer to his eyes, so much that his eyes almost disappeared while he was smiling at you.

The boy even offered to hold your bag while you put the blazer on, and since it had two buttons on the bottom, it allowed you to fully cover up the spot as if it had never been there. He was right though, it was big on you, but oversized was in fashion these days, right?

“Oh my gosh, it really does fit you,” he pointed it out in a similarly excited manner as before, and you smiled back at him, forgetting for a moment why you had even been wearing his clothes. Just for a moment though, you were back to your planning self within a second.

“Thanks for your help, but I really need to go now. Would you give me your number, so I can give it back to you later on?”

“Yeah, yeah, sure,” he said as he fished his phone out of his pocket to exchange contacts with you. As you locked your screen after saving his number, you looked up at him, into his shining jet-black orbs, and for a moment, you didn’t know what to say. Gosh, your days were always so planned out, plan Bs and Cs tucked into your mind with every scenario that you could imagine, yet this, this was exactly the kind of thing you could not prepare yourself for. No wonder you were awfully unprepared for what to say.

Luckily, he was the one who woke up from his stupor first as he announced:

“Let me know how the interview goes. Good luck! You’ve got this!” He cheered you on as he threw his balled fists into the air, and off he went, the picture of his wide, toothy smile and his shining eyes difficult to forget even if you had more important things to concentrate on.

You agreed on meeting at a café a few days later. Those few days were enough for you to wash and dry clean the blazer, and to get a gift bag, so you could give it back to the boy (Jaehyun based on his KKT ID) in a presentable manner. You were supposed to be early for your agreed meet-up as you made your way to the café 10 minutes earlier, but you already found Jaehyun sitting at a corner table, scrolling through his phone and occasionally laughing out loud at whatever he was watching.

Jaehyun was not supposed to be early for your agreed meet-up, but given your well-prepared state the last time you had met, he started wondering where you could be at 15:15 when he had thrown himself into the café, totally panicked that you must have already been sitting there. Only to realise upon checking your messages with you that you had actually agreed on meeting at 15:30, meaning that he was actually 15 minutes early, not 15 minutes late. Not too bad for someone like him though.

So when you walked up to him and your voice dragged him out of his mindless scrolling, he flashed a wide smile at you, the one that had been engraved into your memories since your first encounter.

“Hey! Have you been waiting for a long time?” You inquired curiously as you hopped down on the chair on the opposite side of the table. Jaehyun let out a semi-embarrassed chuckle, one that made you furrow your eyebrows in question, although the smile was still playing on your lips.

“Well, that’s a funny story,” he started with a scratch on his neck before he continued with the story. “I thought… no, I was convinced that we were supposed to meet at 15:00, and so, I was fashionably late as usual. You know how I said that I’m usually late, but I’ll try my best to come on time. When I didn’t see you here at 15:15 when I got here, I checked our conversation on KKT, and it turns out we were supposed to meet at 15:30, so I was 15 minutes early.”

“Oh my gosh,” you couldn’t hold back your laughter as you were listening to his explanation, and the way he told the story made everything ten times funnier. He used wide hand gestures while speaking, and he played with his tone to deliver the parts of the story even more clearly. The boy laughed at himself too, so it didn’t feel weird laughing at his antics, something so unlike yours.

After pulling yourself together, you gave him the bag with the clean blazer, yet, he insisted that you shouldn’t have cleaned it yourself and bought a gift bag for him in which you delivered it. Hearing that, you insisted that crushing into him was partly your fault, and he did save you from having to sit though the 3-hour selection process with a visible coffee-stain on your blouse, so this was the least you could do. Plus, even though you didn’t say it out loud, you found it cute how he had asked about your interview afterwards on KKT (what position it was for, what company it was and how it went), and how delighted he had been when you had told him that you think you had done well. He had sent some encouraging memes in return (like the kid with his balled fists and a determined face), and just the thought that pretty much a stranger like him could be so happy and cheer you on eased your frazzled nerves post-interview.

You ordered your drinks while he was asking about your days and how you had been since you had last met. That’s when your phone buzzed, and seeing the company’s name on the screen that you had interviewed for, you immediately reached for it. Swiftly, you unlocked your screen and opened the message, only to let out a little bit of a squeal when you saw that you had gotten in.

“Oh my god, what is it?” Jaehyun asked, and his confusion was written all over his features when you looked up from your phone.

“I’ve got the internship! I’ve got in!”

Immediately, the boy’s features softened, and his lips pulled into a genuine, wide smile that could outdo the sun, his jet-black orbs twinkling with joy.

“Wow, congrats! That’s so cool!” He beamed, practically as excited as you, and clapped his hands enthusiastically. You could see from the corner of your eyes that you got some stares from the people nearby, but you couldn’t care less in your state. Finally, you landed an internship offer! “It’s totally the blazer’s doing though,” Jaehyun added cheekily, his smile turning into a crooked, almost cocky one.

“Yeah, totally, me and your emotional support blazer against the world,” you replied in a similarly teasing tone, and let out a laugh at the same time as the boy did. Gosh, who would have thought that you would meet him for the first time on the day you interviewed for the company, and you would meet him again when you were notified of your result?

Maybe he was really your lucky charm.

“You gotta celebrate though. Let’s order cake! I think I saw some cakes on the menu, and before you object, it’s on me,” the boy announced matter-of-factly, and grabbed a menu from a nearby empty table. You shook your head, seeing his pumped up state, since you couldn’t believe that he was so supportive of you. After all, you had barely met a week ago, and still, he acted as if you had always known each other, and it warmed your heart.

In the end, you did order some cakes (and you let Jaehyun pay for them), and while you were munching on them, you talked… and talked… and talked some more since it seemed that you could never run out of things to share. First and foremost, Jaehyun always had a story to share - mostly chaotic, yet partly cute ones -, and even if he didn’t, he always asked about your side, and it was just so easy to talk to him. Usually, you needed some time to open up to people, but he made talking to him feel so easy, so light, so comfortable.

Your favourite was when he insisted that he looked like a wolf, and pouted when you agreed with all his friends who said that he looked more like a puppy. When you added that if not a puppy, you saw him as a bunny, he perked up because that was the first time he heard about it. Never have you ever thought that a boy like him could get so specific about the animal he resembled, but you let him talk about it all he wanted to see those eyes shining so bright, to see that smile stretching so wide.

You packed up only when the waitress came by to tell you that you were nearing closing hours, and if that wasn’t a sign that you did lose track of time beside him, you had no idea what could indicate it more that beside him, you wanted to stop time, not wait for it to go by faster.

You had one crush in your whole life, and that had been when you had been 12, and the new kid had entered your class, and he had sat beside you. Said kid had turned out to be a total nutcase when he had opened his mouth, and you had officially dropped your crush 3 weeks into the new school year, and ever since then, you had never felt butterflies in your stomach, let alone declare your love for someone.

Until him.

Jaehyun had too many crushes in his life to count. His heart was just as erratic as his life, and it’s not that he was playing with others’ feelings, it’s more like he had too much love and joy to give others, but they didn’t always appreciate it. He fell in love easily, only to have his heart broken even more easily because his crushes had never liked him back.

Until you.

At first, you didn’t know if he felt the same way because he seemed so casual, you found it hard to believe that he could see you as more than a friend.

At first, he didn’t know if you felt the same way because you seemed so cool, so put together, he found it hard to believe that you could see him as more than a friend with his very different (and very chaotic) self.

Then, you started picking up on the signs: the way he showed you his dance practice routines to ask for your opinion when it was just the two of you at the dance studio he attended; the way he was ever so oblivious to the barista girl at a café because he only had eyes for you; the way he always asked about your day on KKT and sent memes to match your mood; the way he remembered every little thing - the date of your first 1-on-1 with your manager during your internship or when you would go to the dentist - despite telling you that his memory was terrible, and when he sent you photos of clothes that he thought you would like when he was shopping.

Then, he started picking up on the signs: the way you always gave him a detailed feedback on his choreographies when he asked you to even though you said you didn’t know anything about dance; the way you totally didn’t want to acknowledge that a guy was trying to flirt with you when you went to the cinema together and said that you were with Jaehyun as if to signal that there was no room for anyone else (his heart did a thing there, he couldn’t lie); the way you always knew what to say when he doubted himself or he was under the weather and sent him songs to make him feel better; the way you remembered every little thing - his favourite colour, the brand of his favourite snack and the plushies he wanted to win in the arcade game -, and how you kept bringing up his emotional support blazer because this was your little joke, this was your little thing.

No wonder this was how he confessed: buying you the exact same blazer in your size, and saying that you could think of it as your own emotional support blazer from now on or a couple item, you could choose.

And you would be foolish not to choose the latter.

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apple pie (part 2)

pairings: yandere!austin!elvis presley x female reader

summary: it’s been a year since elvis took you from everything you’ve ever known. he keeps you trapped in graceland as his perfect little housewife, knocked up and docile, just the way he likes. as your baby’s arrival date comes closer you become determined to get your child away from your monster. whatever the cost may be.

warnings: rated M for yandere themes, dark themes, obsessive behavior, abuse of power, age gap, elvis is in his early-mid 30s, reader is in early 20s, elvis is mysognist in this, mild smut, oral male receiving, spanking, daddy kink, reader calls elvis daddy when he’s angry, belting, pregnancy, escape attempts, murder, violence, unhealthy relationship, branding, toxicity, abusive relationship, graphic content.

note: there is smut in this one and mentions of vomiting in the past! remember i do not condone any of this behavior in real life and all of this is just fiction! how you all enjoy and let me know if you want part 3.

word count: 2,776

part one

two weeks.

that’s how long it had been since you sold your first slice of pie, two weeks.

you ended up making pie almost every day. if there were leftovers, you’d store them in the oven and then heat them up the next day to sell.

depending on the day you made as much as 75 cents an afternoon. you only had 2 dollars left to make before you could finally get that train ticket and run.

and it had to happen fast. your stomach felt heavier and heavier as every day went by. your sleep was interrupted every night by feather light kicks in your tummy, always reminding you of the life that was growing in there.

elvis was particularly excited for the baby to arrive. he had helped set up a nursery, built a crib, he had even picked a customized onesie with his initials imprinted on them. he was excited to be a father…or maybe he was excited to have something to tie you down to him.

however you wouldn’t let him do that. you and your baby were going to get out of this hellhole no matter what.

today you made 50 cents. it was a good profit considering some days you didn’t make any money. after serving the children their pie you took the money and buried it underneath the soil of a houseplant in the kitchen. that’s where you kept all of it. you knew it was somewhere that elvis would have absolutely no reason to check.

after washing your hands to rid them of the soil, you decided to pretty yourself for when elvis got home. he liked it when you put effort into your looks for him considering he was always well dressed wherever he went, and the happier you made him the less suspicious he would be on you. so you untied your hair and styled it and put on a dress that you had not spent the whole day working in.

you weren’t able to do much more so you patiently waited in the living room preparing to greet him when he got home. it wasn’t long until the door finally opened.

“i’m home darlin!”

you got up from your spot and hurried to the door, it was never a good idea to make elvis presley wait.

“welcome home,” you say softly with a kind smile. the expression you were trained to have when he came home. one of happiness and relief. you swiftly take his blazer off of him. hanging it up in the closet near the door before coming back to give him a kiss.

“i missed you…”

he gives you a warm smile and kisses you back. a sweet deep kiss that makes the hairs on his side burns tickle against your face.

“i’ve missed you too, baby girl.”

once you two have released, he sighs and cracks his neck before walking over to the sofa in the living room.

“doll c’mere,” he says to you, motioning over to come with his finger.

of course, you comply. walking over to him and sitting on his lap.

his hand immediately goes to your swollen belly. rubbing smooth circles on it with his thumb.

“the little one will be here any day now i reckon…” he muses with a fond smile. “i bet it’ll just be as pretty as it’s mama…well, i don’t think anything could be as pretty as it’s mama…” he says with a dangerous lust beginning to fill his voice.

a large hand begins to move up your body to a swollen breast where it squeezes the doughy flesh. your face goes red and panic begins to rise in your chest. “you’ve grown so much here…s’pose it’s natural for a mother though…i bet they’re all nice and full with milk hm?”

“e-elvis…”

the king smacks your thigh, a warning. “settle.” he says firmly. and by instinct, you do.

his hand makes its way to your mouth. his thumb begins to toy with your lower lip and soon, it begins to put pressure on it, a request to go into your mouth. you hesitantly open and his thump begins to run over your tongue.

“y’know baby, i was thinkin’ at work today. we haven’t had sex in so long, seeing as we’re expectin soon n’ all. i know the doc said that we should avoid doing anything down there, but he never said anything about your mouth.”

you look back at him. your face begging him not to. he grabs your face with his thumb and forefinger and growls.

“now baby…that ain’t no way to treat your husband is it? i’ve been so patient. i’ve given you your space, i’ve gotten you your medication, hell i’ve held off from enjoying that sweet lil pussy of yours which has been no easy task. i think a little blowjob is the least you could do for me…don’t you?”

you shake a bit and look down but eventually you nod.

“yes elvis…”

he smiles in satisfaction. “that’s my good girl…now, on your knees for daddy.”

you obey. carefully getting on your knees. your pregnant belly resting on them when you do. you look up at him and a calloused hand caresses your cheek,

“go on baby doll, you know what to do.”

you shiver but begin to delicately pull him out. gently fingers pulling down his zipper and popping the buttons on his pants. careful hands pulled out his member, handling it like it was a fine piece of gold. from there your tongue was in charge.

elvis simply was enjoying your show. you were just too cute when you were being so careful, like a little bird scared to fly in fear of falling.

you began by carefully licking his tip. the familiar taste of precum hits your tongue. small kitten licks are left around the head just the way he liked it. after a small while of this the man was beginning to grow impatient. he grabs your head and pushes you onto his tip.

you’re immediately reminded of how big the man is. your jaw already aches and it’s only been a few seconds. he was quite girthy and decently large. he never failed to make you feel full.

as the king pushes you further and further on his member you feel a familiar vein on the underside of his cock slide along your tongue. you massage it with your tongue and the man above you groans in satisfaction.

“fuck baby! that’s it…just like that pretty girl.” he groans, as the hand that’s in your hair pushes you further down on him.

you hate this. you want it to be over. you feel salty drops of precum drip down your throat and shudder in disgust.

“just get it over with,” you think. “just get it over with and then you can be alone.”

he forces his cock into your throat. he’s done this so many times, however you’ll never get used to it. the only thing you could absolutely not allow yourself to do was vomit. once you had vomited on him and he gave you one of the worst spankings you’ve had since you got here. your rear was red and blistered for almost a week and sitting became a awful task.

your throat convulses around his shaft and you focus on keeping any bile that may threaten to come up, down. once your nose is nestled into his pubes and you can feel his balls against your chin, he begins moving your head up and down his shaft.

hot tears stream from your eyes but you take it. there was simply no other option after all. not as long as you were elvis’ wife…

“well ain’t this a pretty picture?” he says with a smile, thumb brushing away tears. “you look so beautiful like this satnin…all knocked up and docile…i knew that this was the life that was meant for you, i knew from the very moment i saw you, i needed you to share my last name. i’m glad your finally acceptin’ it yourself.” his electric blue eyes look into yours so lovingly, like they didn’t even see what was going on.

you sniffle and continue sucking, hoping to finish this quickly.

“atta girl…just-hng! j-just like that baby!” elvis groans, thrusting deeper and deeper into your mouth every stroke.

you don’t know how much longer it goes on for but it feels like an eternity. your jaw is sore and your throat feels raw. hot tears constantly spill for your eyes until eventually elvis cums. he pulls out just enough that all his cum lands on your tongue. this made what you were meant to do next even more obvious.

elvis grunts as he shoots his load, painting before pulling out of your mouth. “you know what to do darlin’...” he said through staggered breaths.

you look away from him and swallow his cum. it’s hot and feels slimy going down. once it’s all gone, you open your mouth to show him what a good girl you had been.

he looks at you with a pleased smile on his face. a look one would give to a beloved pet.

a large thumb brushes the side of your mouth and scoops up a little bit of semen that had leaked out. he brushes it on your tongue and watches as you swallow the very last drop of his load.

“good girl baby…such a good little girl for me…” he praises as he puts himself back into his pants and stands up.

he holds out a hand to help you up, which you gladly take as your heavy stomach makes things like standing up exponentially harder.

“what you are gonna make for dinner tonight darlin?”

“chicken and dumplings…” you say looking at your feet.

elvis smiles and kisses your head, “sounds good pretty doll. i’ll leave you to it.” he says with a smile. he yells, “call me when dinner’s done!” as he ascends up the stairs and disappears into his home office to get on a conference call with the colonel and other people that worked for him.

you sigh as you watch him leave.

you had to get out.

you had to get out fast.

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it has been five days since the blowjob.

you count the coins in your palm…28 quarters.

seven dollars…

you had done it.

you feel so happy you could almost cry. you counted the coins over and over again. 28 quarters very single time you counted.

you tearily smile down at your stomach and rub your belly.

“mama’s done it…mama’s gonna get us out of here.” you whispered through misty eyes.

you’d buy the ticket tonight, pack a bag while elvis was at work, a leave before elvis could ever get home. you’d figure something out when you got to mississippi. all that mattered was that you weren’t in this mansion anymore.

you quickly shuffled the quarters back into the pot and cover them in dirt.

you didn’t want any complications tonight. you were going to be perfect. elvis would come home tonight to a happy loving wife, a warm meal on the table and a freshly baked apple pie.

his favorite.

you giggle to yourself as you begin preparing for when he finally gets home.

at 6:15 the door of your home opened and elvis walked in. he was immediately greeted by two things, a smiling wife and the smell of apple pie right out of the oven.

the man was clearly shocked. you never smiled when he got home. maybe you had finally decided to accept that you weren’t leaving and didn’t want the baby to grow with a mommy and daddy that don’t get along.

“why darlin, i haven’t seen you smile that wide since the day we first met.” the man returned your smile when you swoop in to kiss him he happily kisses back.

“welcome home elvis.” you say cheerily. you take his blazer just like you do everyday and hang it in the closet. “i suppose i’m just in a good mood today.”

elvis chuckles, “i oughta find a way to put my baby in a good mood everyday.”

you smile and take his hand and walk him to the table. you had made his favorite, and of course you had made him an apple pie.

elvis’ eyes widen and he smiles, “dear god what is goin’ on in that pretty little head of yours huh baby? i’m bein’ treated like it’s my birthday.”

the two of you continue to have a lovely night. you serve his every need attentively and he treats you with kindness in return. you have to hold your tongue when he makes comments about what a good little wife you are, but you remind yourself that it would be all worth it when you were on the train tomorrow on your way to mississippi.

that night you two go to bed. elvis falls asleep slowly. you lie completely awaken bed as you wait for the mad to begin snoring. when you finally hear the snores begin, you ever so delicately lift the covers off yourself. you move the pillows to create an illusion that your body was still there and you carefully tiptoe down the stairs.

right before you go to open the door you hear a groggy grumble.

“where’ya goin’ baby?” elvis asks, clearly half asleep.

your heart ponds and your throat goes dry. you manage to squeak out, “just to the bathroom honey…i’ll be right back.”

elvis grumbles and puts his head into his pillow, “hurry back satnin…” you hear him say and soft snores tell you that he’s gone back to sleep.

you genuinely can’t believe that works. relief floods through your body and you slowly and carefully make your way downstairs.

you carefully take all twenty eight of your quarters out of the flower pot and put them in your pocket. not daring to drop a single coin.

you walk into the kitchen and move the pie from the window you had convinced elvis to leave open. “so the pie stays good…”

you knew full well that the pie would be fine sitting on the counter, however you convinced the man that you had read in the women’s newsletter that leaving a pie in an open window kept it fresh longer.

the truth was you simply needed a way out that night.

you take a deep breath and move the pie from the windowsil and carefully climb out. bare feet hit the dirt ground. you wiggled your toes at the foreign sensation.

you hadn’t been outside in so long…

you reminded yourself of the task at hand and began walking to the train station. it was hard to miss, smack in the middle of memphis. you ran up to the 24 hour ticket booth and knocked on the window.

a clearly tired man with a large mustache appeared in your right after just a couple of seconds. “hello miss, how can i help you…” the man said groggily.

“a ticket for 1 to mississippi please.”

the man sighed, clearly confused to why someone was awake at this hour and forcing him to do his job.

“that’ll be sevn’ dollars please.”

you took the coins out from your pocket and placed them on the counter.

the man slid your coins over to him. he began counting.

“twenty six…twenty seven…twenty eight. yup all there.” he sighs and puts your coins into his cash register. you hear the ripping of paper and the man hands you a white slip with writing on it.

“yer’ train rides at 1 o’clock tomorrow. don’t be late.”

you look at the ticket and then back at him. you feel so happy you feel like you could be floating.

“y-yes! thank you sir! have a good night!”

you run home with your prize. tears of joy stream down your face. you were finally free!

you got to the house and began climbing back into the window quietly. what should you pack? a blanket for the baby surely…maybe a gun for self defense? some food to hold you over until you found work? and what about clothes for the-

your thoughts are interrupted by a familiar whistle tune and you freeze.

the glow of a freshly lit cigar fills the room. once the tune is done, the man who lit it takes a drag from it.

your heart falls into your chest.

“openin’ the window keeps the pie fresh huh…” elvis asks from across the kitchen, taking a long puff from his cigar then blowing it out through his lips.

“baby you must think i’m a damn fool.”

to be continued..

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r-anela · 1 year

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A ring for happiness and eternity E.M×Female!Reader

Summary: this Easter is very special for you and Eddie, he has a big surprise for you ❤️

Warnings: none, this is pure fluff!

Thank you to @sleepy-wyvern for proofreading!💚

Eddie planned it for months, he wanted to do it on a special day, but not on New Year's Eve or Valentine's Day because that is totally predictable and a cliché.

He finally decided on Easter because it was close to your anniversary and he didn't want to do it then either because that's also stereotypical. This way he could already be calling you his fiancée on your 5th anniversary and Easter is the feast of the resurrection, so basically the celebration of a zombie. You can't get more metal than that!

Actually, you two never wanted to marry. You had agreed that it is much more metal and against society if you live together without getting married. But when he heard how the old neighbor always called you Mrs. Munson and you always blushed slightly, he knew for himself that he really wanted to make you Mrs. Munson.

His idea was to make a kind of scavenger hunt at Easter instead of the usual egg hunt. And since it should not be obvious that you would have a special search, he had thought that there would be three different treasure hunts. One for you, because you were his girlfriend. Then one for the Hellfire guys to find out about the new campaign, and finally one for Steve, Robin, Jonathan, Nancy, Max and Eleven, because they didn't know much about D&D, they would get a classic scavenger hunt.

As a starting point he had chosen Steve's garden, there would be the first clue for each group, hidden under normal Easter eggs and sweets. After that each group would do a little tour through Hawkins, with the goal to arrive at the end together at Lovers Lake where an Easter fire was planned and you would find your last Easter egg with the clue.

The others knew about it and had also taken on a role or two in the whole affair. Jonathan would take pictures of you after and before you found your last clue, Steve had the ring stored at his house and would slip it to Eddie in the morning. Nancy, Max and Eleven had been given the task of making you look extra pretty and the Hellfire boys were to distract you as their paths would cross yours often to take your mind off the situation.

While everyone was searching he would set up the Easter fire and anything else.

Once it hit 8:00 in the morning your alarm clock rang. You had been awake for half an hour and had gotten dressed, put on makeup and done your hair. Because today was the big Easter scavenger hunt from Eddie and he had specially noted that all who participated should dress nicely, for whatever reason was not clear to you, but it was Eddie, his game, his rules. Whether in D&D or elsewhere, if he was planning then everyone would have to follow his rules.

Robin, of course, was only semi-enthusiastic about the idea of making herself pretty, but Eddie had encouraged her that she could wear what she wanted, he and she being different in their own way and style technically in the minority. Robin had gone shopping with you, El and Max, but Nancy had no time that day, and promised to take you to the hairdresser and nail salon a few days later.

At the mall there was a beautiful dark green dress you picked out. And for Robin, a new blazer, while El and Max both picked up a new pair of shoes and some jewelry.

At the hairdresser you had your hair cut a little and at the nail salon you had your fingernails painted to match the new dress.

Looking at these dark green lacquered fingers, you now tightened the bow of your boots. Eddie had recommended comfortable shoes, you would have to walk a lot today.

A look at the alarm clock told you that you still had 40 min of time before you had to go, enough for breakfast.

Well fed and excited you arrived at Steve's, Robin and he were visibly discussing something you couldn't understand what they were talking about. Only that they were very much at odds about whatever it was about.

Less than ten minutes later you were all standing in Steve's backyard and Eddie was explaining in his Dungeon Master Narrator voice the rules and how it would all go down.".... Each group has been assigned a specific color, if one group encounters clues from another they are required to ignore the clue or help the other group find it. No direct transfer of clues is allowed. Also, an update is to be given via the walkie-talkie every half hour to hour regarding which clue you are on. So that no one gets lost on me here!"

"At the end of the search, everyone should meet again at the same point, this is where we will have an Easter fire and let the evening wrap up. If someone has difficulties, the walkie-talkie may also be used in an emergency. The first clues for each group are hidden here somewhere in the garden, after that you will go different paths, see you later! And with this, let the games begin!" a smile flitted across his face which immediately made you blush and spread warmth throughout your body.

He gave you a heartfelt kiss and a tight hug, after which he spoke in a lowered voice just to you, most of the others were already wandering across Steve's garden in search of the first egg. "Since I'm about to leave you alone, I've arranged your search so that you'll go to the same places as the others now and then. I just hope they do not act totally stupid and you really meet in between" at his last statement you had to laugh for a second. "Eds I'm an adult too, we're all not children anymore" and with that you gave him one last kiss on the cheek and walked briskly out into the garden.

Your plastic eggs were none other than green, of course. There were also yellow and red. All the other colors from the mix bag Eddie had hidden around the garden as well, but these would contain candy or snacks, you knew. You had actually helped him two days ago to fill the various colored eggs.

So far no one had found their clue, but they already had some other eggs. You had a suspicion where your clue might be. Whenever you are in Steve's backyard, you sit on the same chairs by the pool. Lo and behold, there was a green egg taped under the first chair.

Clue after clue led you through Hawkins, to all the different places Eddie connected you to. But you didn't know about that, because all those places were like a second home to all of you; Benny's Burgers, Family Video, a park bench by the library, and even at Hopper's. So far, you had met the others five times and should have only a few more clues ahead of you because in an hour the Easter Fire was supposed to start.

You found your last egg in your parents' front yard, you had moved out a few years ago, but you and Eddie came over regularly for dinner. Inside the egg was a small rock you had given Eddie two years ago when you were at Lovers Lake, it was shaped like a heart. Attached to it was a little note that said "Your last journey will take you to the place where you found me". So you knew right away where to go. After giving Eddie the update, you set off.

When you arrived at Lovers Lake you saw the Easter fire already set up and Eddie waiting for you and the others. Now that you had arrived at your destination, you expected no more than to just sit around the campfire and have a picnic.

Since the Hellfire boys were still missing, you helped Eddie light the campfire and told him how great you found his ideas and the whole scavenger hunt.

When the Hellfire Guys arrived, Eddie rounded up everyone and announced that there was one last egg for each group to find on the beach. What you couldn't guess was that Eddie had actually told the others that there was only one egg left for you to find and where it was hidden. But they should act as if they would search and then go to their designated places.

After what felt like 10 minutes of searching you finally discovered the egg, it was stuck in a tree stump. If you remember correctly, it was the tree stump you had been sitting on when Eddie asked you to be his girlfriend.

You held up the egg triumphantly and *click* Jonathan took your picture. Which was not unusual, he often took pictures of all of you. Today, too, he had taken photos of all of you at one time or another throughout the day.

When you opened the egg, there was a small box inside and in that box was a note. The note had read "a ring to promise you eternity, a ring to promise you happiness, in the dark as well as in the light and also in the land of Mordor, where the shadows threaten"...

And when you wanted to put the note aside with tears in your eyes, Eddie knelt in front of you, a ring in his hand and asked, "Would you be willing to marry me?

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callisto-corner · 19 days

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Sensual ° Kurosaki ichigo

Synopsis. Following an enchanting anniversary dinner filled with captivating conversations over exquisite cuisine and drinks, Kurosaki escorts you back to the luxurious confines of your hotel suite. As the night unfolds, the intimate connection between you two ignites, sending sparks flying with each tender touch of skin against skin.

pairing: Kurosaki Ichigo x female reader

Warnings: Heavy nsfw, dick drunk reader, belly bulge, oral sex, squirting, praise kink, established relationship, anniversary vacation

Note. This is my first smut.

The soft glow of candle lights flickered against the walls, casting shadows that danced seductively across the suite. The air heavy with the scent of jasmine and sandalwood, intertwining with the subtle aroma of his cologne. The satin sheets on the bed beckoned, their smooth surface inviting exploration of otherworldly sensations.

Married life with Ichigo was a dream come true. You breathed deeply, reveling in the sensation of his gentle kisses tracing along your torso, chest, and around your breasts, peppering your face with a fervent passion. With expert precision, he lavished attention upon you, ensuring your utmost pleasure. Positioned between your thighs, his touch sends shivers down your spine, each caress feeling ethereal yet electrifying. Lost in the ecstasy of his embrace, you found yourself on the brink of losing all sense of reality as he whispered, "Where do I go next?"

As you opened your eyes, you noticed his ginger hair, meticulously styled for dinner, had lost its volume, succumbing to the humidity of the moment. A curious longing to meet his gaze washed over you, intensified by the obstruction of his hair, which seemed to heighten the desire for that elusive connection. With a swift brush of your hand, his eyes became visible, and with them, an innuendo seemed to almost pour out, unspoken yet palpable in the charged atmosphere.

Ichigo's touch enveloped your arm, his hand tenderly cradling yours against his cheek, his lips leaving a trail of soft kisses along your wrist, each one igniting a spark of anticipation. As his affectionate gestures ascended to the curve of your neck, a subtle shift in position revealed the unmistakable presence of his desire, a sensation that pulsed with a tantalizing energy, drawing you deeper into the intoxicating moment.

You savored a sigh that escaped your throat, a subtle exhale of pleasure, as you shifted slightly, purposefully creating friction against him. The tension between you crackled with each movement, heightening the intensity of the moment. His brief groan hinted at a surge of pleasure, perhaps too fleeting, as if he had restrained himself.. The night remained young, filled with possibilities. While he undoubtedly had the ability to please you, impatience began to stir within you, a growing desire for more.

Your nails trailed sensuously along the contours of his abdomen, gliding seamlessly to the waistband of his suit pants, a perfect complement to the long-gone blazer, white shirt, and tie. The contrast of your touch against the fabric heightened the intimacy of the moment, each movement laden with the promise of what was to come.“Why dont you take it off”

His fingertips danced along your thigh, eliciting playful squirms and small giggles from you. "Is that a question or an order?" you teased, the mischievous glint in your eyes matching the playful tone of your voice. You pushed him gently, and he settled himself into a seated position, his aura daring and vixen-like. "What do you think?"

You sat comfortably over him, admiring the beautiful pink hue that flushed his skin. His eyes followed your every move as you showered kisses upon his chest, each one igniting a spark of desire that led to more. With each kiss, you left behind small bruises, marking his upper body with a trail that led to another path.You continued as you dragged your fingers to his pants, gently squeezing the bulge beneath and in a swift motion you were down to the final material, his breathing grew labored, his touch intended in smoothing your hair, a silent acknowledgment of the intensity of the moment.

The last fabric-like barrier, tinged with arousal at the top, was swiftly discarded nearby. You relished the underside, trailing kisses along it before teasingly licking the slit at the top with a pop. You reached for the lubricant nearby and dropped an ample amount on him and shiver escaped him. You began a simple rhythm with one hand, slipping over the slit ever so often. Soft groans grew bolder as you added another hand, twisting up and down, causing his eyes to dart in and out of focus. His voice laced with pleasure and a hint of teasing, acknowledging the intensity of your touch.”you're enjoying a bit too much tonight”

You tenderly stroked the top, your touch deliberate and enticing. "Why not tonight? I'm even wearing something pretty," you teased, eliciting a curse from his lips with gentle squeezes and firm strokes. you took him in, swirling your tongue around him as he softly groaned, his hands gently guiding you. You hollow your cheeks, bopping your head with a hum.

Your efforts had left an indelible mark on his consciousness, a fleeting dance between presence and absence. With a forceful gesture, he removed the stimulus, revealing a mixture of desire and exasperation in his eyes. You met his gaze with a knowing smile, a silent acknowledgment of the game you both played. His voice was a blend of longing and restraint, echoing the tension that hung heavy in the air. “Don't tease me”

With a swift motion, you found yourself flipped onto your back, as if he had reclaimed control, stripping you of any advantage. He positioned himself between your legs, his broad shoulders supporting your thighs, enveloping your most intimate area. Pulling back the skin, he teased the small bundle of nerves, savoring the electric shocks and tingles that coursed through your body like a symphony of sensation as he occasionally sucked and even when doing so he never broke eye contact pressuring you to keep your legs spread despite the familiar sinking tingle at your core. Your legs remained open despite your reflex to close them, drawled moans and drifting vision meant nothing to him. You tapped on him a warning that landed on dead ears then everything stopped abruptly.

As your question teetered on the brink, a plea took its stead. The air thickened with anticipation, the palpable tension boring into your eyes. With a deliberate motion, he began to slide himself into you, each inch of his dick stretching and filling you with a delicious ache. The physicality of his dick inside you sent electric jolts racing through your body, amplifying every sensation. Inch by inch, he plunged deeper, the pressure building until he continued to fully fit himself. Overwhelmed by pleasure, curses spilled from your lips while your hands instinctively pressed against his abdomen. He upheld your legs with his hands, applying pressure with his own body weight placing a light kiss to your forehead which was forgotten as you tried to accommodate the intensity of his presence at the hilt of your womb.

“Fuck” you drawled.

He pressed down on a specific area of your stomach, eliciting a froth of whines from your lips. His movements, steadily switching from one tempo to another, sending a new wave crashing over you, ecstasy coursing through your body with each rhythmic shift. As Ichigo rose up off you, his eyes raking over your trembling form, a devilish chuckle escaped his lips. "I wanna ruin you tonight," he murmured, his voice laced with desire. "You're wearing something pretty, aren't you?"

Your face pressed into the pillow and your hips pressed onto his pelvis. He peppered kisses and bites along your back, slipping a pillow below your hips. “Spread for me”

Once you did he slowly plunged his fingers in you rekindling the flame within your stomach constantly curling on the spot that made you shake. “you like it that much, hm”

A startled yelp escapes your lips, punctuated the air as a sudden surge of pressure tightens your abdomen, urging you to flee. "Wait, wait—" you implore, desperation lacing your voice, but his hands grip your hips with unwavering strength, rendering escape futile. Panic grips you as you realize there's no reprieve, his touch both commanding and intoxicating, engulfing you in a whirlwind of tingles right down to flat of your feet.

The sharp sting of the slap against your flesh ignites a primal response, a moan slipping from your lips before you can restrain it. The sensation sears through your skin, leaving a tingling heat in its wake, betraying a heightened sensitivity that catches you off guard.

Your body surrendered to the waves of pleasure one by one, muscles relaxing as the intensity grew. Your arms, once strong, now faltered, unable to bear the weight of your trembling form. Every movement seemed to draw you deeper into a whirlpool of sensation, curling you tighter until your limbs felt like they belonged to someone else. Reality blurred at the edges as your mind raced, each heartbeat pounding in time with the rush coursing through you. In the haze, splashes of color danced before your eyes, a kaleidoscope of sensation. " ‘m gonna pee" you managed to gasp digging your nails into his arm, a symphony of strained cries and moans, punctuated by an unexpected hiccup. And then it happened—a torrent of liquid escaping your quivering body, a release that left you breathless and utterly spent.

Ichigo cursed softly, his eyes tracing the tremors coursing through your thighs. With a playful slap to your rear, "Look at this mess" he dragged his fingers across your acheing pussy, series of aftershocks burning into you. As he moved closer behind you, he pressed the head of his dick against your entrance, his hot breath fanning against your nape a swarm of tingles erupting in effect to his husky whisper, "You can do it again, can't you?"

Your eyes widened, and you buried your face into the pillow, overwhelmed by the intensity of the experience. The rush, the depth, the pressure—it was all so unfamiliar, and you weren't sure how to process it. Squirting was something you hadn't experienced, and the thought of it happening again felt uncertain. "I don't… know," you mumbled, your voice muffled by the fabric.

"You've done so well," Ichigo reassured you, his lips brushing against your back as he spoke. "I'll take care of the rest."

Gently, he guided you onto your back, adjusting your position to make you more comfortable and at ease. You instinctively hooked your arms around his shoulders drawing him closer as the sensation intensified the filling feeling returned pressed even deeper than the last. “Feel so good,” he groaned. Planting a tender kiss between your brows. He further pried you thighs apart making his goal to definitely break past your cervix and not long you were a moaning mess, eyes rolled to the back but a tap to cheek brings you back as his pelvis meets in a sensual composition.

He moaned deeply, "God, you're incredible." Driving himself in with a powerful thrust and then withdrawing slowly, a wave of pleasure scorching the core of your stomach. Another strange tingle arises and almost instant your husband picks up on this. "God, you love it like this, don’t you?” You yelp as when you thought he couldn't get deeper, a larger sensation silences you causing you to squirm beneath your brows pulling together in response.

He leaned forward, cradling your head. Barely able to comprehend the angle, you clawed at his back, the depth of his thrusts driving you to new heights of pleasure. Liquid gushed onto your stomach, your head feeling light as a feather, your breath labored and heavy in your ears as he relished in a moan of his own, continuing the pounding rhythm until finally, with a curse, he clutches onto you with a stuble shake a warm feeling settling deep inside you.

Once you had calmed from your high he gently withdrew himself, leaving a shivering effect on l your body which was tingled for a while with the aftermath of sensitivity. As he caught sight of your spent figure, eyes threatening to close and limbs limp he fetched a basin and cleaned you and himself. Afterward he pulled your body closer your cheek smushed against his chest. Carefully snuggling you to keep your body's close to one another in peaceful rest.

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