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starkwlkr · 11 months

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Can I request a protective Max going above and beyond to keep his gf or fiancee (you take the call) safe from a stalker? I'd leave the rest to your imagination on how to make it dramatic cause I love drama.

nothings going to hurt you baby | max verstappen

Y/n was always a private person, but that all changed when she met Max. She was often seen in the paddock supporting her boyfriend. She went from staying in on Friday nights to traveling around the world to watch Max race. She realized how many eyes were on her when her friend sent her multiple articles with her name in bold letter on the front cover.

It was the first race of the season and Y/n was once again in the paddock. This time though she was alone. Her friend that usually accompanied her to the races was busy. As she walked towards the Red Bull hospitality, the usual photographers took her picture. Even after years of dating Max, she was never getting used to the constant flashing lights that belonged to the cameras.

When she reached the hospitality, she sat at a table near the window and took out her phone. It was a regular routine for Y/n now. Stay a few minutes in the Red Bull hospitality, meet up with Max before the race then went up to the paddock roof and watched the race from there.

After spending sometime alone, she put her phone in her pocket and walked out of the hospitality, completely unaware that a man had followed her out. In a few short minutes, she found herself entering the Red Bull garage.

“Is Max in his driver’s room?” She asked Max’s engineer, Gianpiero. He nodded with a smile and continued his work.

Y/n walked to the driver’s room and knocked lightly until she heard Max’s voice telling her to come in. She opened the door and saw Max finishing putting on his race suit.

“How are you feeling?” Y/n asked, approaching Max and giving a kiss on the lips.

“Well since you’re here, I’m feeling pretty good. You know I always do well when you’re here.” Max replied. “I don’t want you to be alone so you can stay in the garage instead.”

“Max, I’ll be fine. There’s going to be people around me so I won’t be alone.” Y/n assured him.

“I don’t think that’s a good idea. Some fan might want to bother you. I don’t want you to be uncomfortable during the race.”

“I’ll be fine, Max.”

Of course that didn’t happen.

During the race, she could feel eyes on her. It was kind of normal since most fans recognized her as Max Verstappen’s girlfriend. But this time, Y/n felt different. Her mother always told her to trust her gut feeling. So in that moment she did. Y/n walked down the stairs of the paddock roof and tried to walk to the Red Bull garage but some man ran into her.

“I’m so sorry. Oh, you’re a very pretty girl. I’m sorry.” He told her.

“Excuse me, I need to be somewhere.” Y/n tried walking away but he blocked her way.

“Where to? You look lost.”

“I know where I’m going so please move.” Y/n started feeling scared. She should’ve listened to Max.

“Woah, no need to get mad. I’m a nice guy. Why are girls always mean to the nice guys?” He asked.

“I’m done talking to you.” Y/n pushed past the man. She had a feeling he would start to follow her so she walked a bit faster towards the garage that only the Red Bull team (including her) could enter. When she arrived, she let out a sigh of relief.

She remained in the garage until the end of the race. Max had ended up on the podium once again. Y/n wanted to celebrate with the team and Max, but she once again had the feeling that the scary man would take the opportunity to find her so she stayed in the garage while the team celebrated another win.

When Max arrived to the garage, he first went up to his girlfriend, obviously confused as to why she wasn’t out in the track.

“I’m sorry. I was scared and I should’ve listened to you and stayed here. I’m so sorry.” Y/n rambled as Max gave her a much needed hug.

“Hey, what’s wrong? I’m here.” Max assured her, pressing light kisses to her forehead.

“On the roof, I had this strange feeling so I was on my way down here and this guy wouldn’t let me walk away, Max. He tried following me so I came here as fast as I could.” Y/n explained. “I should’ve listened to you.”

“You’re okay now. You’re here with me and that’s all that matters. I’m not letting some guy hurt you.”

Max had talked with Christian about making sure someone was always with Y/n during a race. The team leader even made sure the garage had more security. Now, Y/n felt more safe. Every race after the incident, she stayed in the garage and if she wanted to watch the race from a different location, someone was always with her, even when it came to watching Max celebrate on the podium. Max wasn’t going to let anyone hurt the woman he loves.

Right after the podium ceremony, he would make sure to check on Y/n before he was pulled away for interviews.

“How are you feeling?” Max asked Y/n as he wiped his face with a towel. Y/n smiled at him and kissed his lips that tasted like champagne.

“I’m more than okay. Thank you.” Y/n replied.

“I have a couple interviews to do. Sarah said she would stay with you.” Max informed his girlfriend.

“Sometimes I feel like Sarah is my babysitter. I love her, remind me to get her something good for her birthday. I’m thinking a trip to the Bahamas.” Y/n chuckled.

“I think she’ll love that.”

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oracle-of-dream · 10 days

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Now that I know you write for svt can you please do a dom Mingyu x sub male reader smut with size kink?

I'll do you one better.

Photo Finisher

Minors DNI

Summary: Another day, another dick... A photoshoot for Cosmopolitan rolled your way with a promising model. Seventeen's largest member, Mingyu, asked for you by name...

Warnings: (Not Proofread) Male Reader, Size Kink, Massive Cock Mingyu, Creampie, Cockwarming, Carry/Lifting Sex, Struggles of fat cocks, Daddy nickname, Mention of blood (not related to sex), Cursing, Painful sex

Wordcount: 2k

Images flicked by as you tossed through the pages of recent issues of Cosmopolitan magazine. You could tell the photos were taken by professionals but lacked that glow that you enjoyed in your pictures. It just wasn't the same without it. You'd been commissioned by the magazine's owner to take photos for their next cover, apparently, their model asked for you specifically but withheld their identity from you.

Irritated, you walked into the studio, looking around for who your mystery client was. They have some nerve to call for you and not even give you a name. How the hell were you supposed to start and pre-work without knowing your client or studying other photos of them?

Your manager approached you, seeing your expression. "Y/n, I know you're not in the best of moods but let's not do anything to get us fired."

"Fired?" You raised your eyebrow. "Whoever this means so much to the company, I could get fired!?"

"No–" You ignored your manager's horrible attempt at recovery as you marched over to the dressing room door. He stepped in the way, blocking you from entering. "Just promise there won't be any blood to clean!"

"I'll make sure the bleeding will be internal. If you don't move, it'll be you internally bleeding."

They sheepishly moved aside, granting you access. You threw open the door to see a man with bronze skin, broad shoulders, and a military cut. He turned to you with a big smile. "Hello! You must be my photographer. I'm Mingyu, from Seventeen."

"Hi, Mingyu." You slowly entered the room, only the sound of your shoes clicking on the floor. "Why did you hide your name from me in the beginning?"

"I thought you might say no if you knew who I was... I've heard you're very picky with clients." Mingyu's head lowered like a puppy. "I hope that's not too much to ask."

You rolled your eyes. For someone so big, he was so docile... "Don't do that again. It's impolite." He nodded diligently. You sized him up; He was much taller than you, with a bicep the size of your head, and his chest bulged in the button-up he was wearing–the button held on for life. "Let's try and start again. I'm Y/n, and I'll be your photographer."

"I'm Mingyu, from Seventeen. It's nice to meet you." Mingyu stretched out a massive hand to shake yours, which made you feel small as he enclosed it in the handshake.

"Now we're acquaintances. Do you have any questions about my process?" You crossed your arms, trying to appear larger but it was useless against the mountain before you. Mingyu shifted his weight, looking around at the other staff in the dressing room. You scoffed, "Can we have the room please?" The makeup and clothing staff rushed out, relieved to get away from you. "Your questions. Speak."

Mingyu shifted awkwardly again before opening his mouth, "I-I didn't expect you to be so forward about things. I just want to look as good as possible, and you're very talented. So, I'd like to ask for whatever treatment is necessary."

It sounded like he practiced this speech a few times before speaking it. You smirked at the thought of him nervously practicing for you. "Sure. Do you know what you want?"

"W-What I want?"

"Yes. You've got to have something, right?"

"What can I ask for?"

"Nothing too physically damaging, I still need to work. But I want what you want, so tell me what you like about me."

Mingyu's eyes scanned you, as he'd been doing since you'd walked in. He honed in on your waist. "I wanna hold you."

"Okay, that's simple." You kicked off your shoes and waited for his embrace. When Mingyu lifted you off the ground by your waist, you gripped his arms for balance.

"Is this okay?"

"Fine. Just wasn't expecting to come off the ground..." You were level with his face now, about to admire his features much closer. His attached earlobes made his whole ear look larger cutely rounding out his face. But his sharp cheekbones and facial lines made him look more like a man–as well as his impressive figure.

"You're so... small." You'd never been called small before. The way Mingyu experimentally squeezed your sides forced a moan from you. "And you're voice is so... cute." Mingyu pulled you into him, holding you to his chest, you could feel his heartbeat racing.

"You're so excited already?"

"Maybe... I've got a thing for small things." He smirked at you, looking down at you. "When do we... do more?"

"Whenever you're ready. I've already prepared myself, but you may break me anyway..."

"I'm not a kid. I try not to break my toys," Mingyu's low voice rumbled in his chest as he lifted you to his lips easily. His lips engulfed yours as he shifted his arms to your legs, making you wrap around him. Even his tongue was thick when it forced past your lips. You twitched wrapping your arms around his neck to hold him close. Mingyu walked you to a chair, sitting down while setting you in his lap. "Come on, Mr. Photographer. Show me more." The smugness in his voice was completely different from the shy man you were talking to moments ago. You tried to lift your shirt over your head but Mingyu stopped you. "I want to fuck you in your clothes..."

"Fine. That's easier for me, but try not to mess your clothes up."

"I'll have to cum in you to not make a mess."

"Is that you trying to ask or are you telling me?"

"Depends on which one lets me cream you."

"Both do." You giggled as you slid your pants down enough for your ass to hang out.

Mingyu lifted you onto your knees, balancing you on his lap, to smack your ass a few times. One hand focused on kneading your ass while the other unbuttoned Mingyu's pants. Your hands on his massive shoulders, looking so small, Mingyu loved every second of watching you shake over him. When he managed to unleash his cock, he smiled up at you, "You wanna look first?"

You took a glance over your shoulder. It was at least ten inches. Probably–Definitely more. "That's going in me? You'll kill someone with that one day."

"No one's died yet."

"How do you want me?"

"You're gonna ride it."

You scoffed, "Are you serious? How could I lower myself onto that?"

"I'll help you. Don't worry, Daddy's got you." He winked.

"Fuck you." Your tongue poked your cheek as you reached down to line yourself with his cock. Mingyu's hands gripped your waist, their warms making your skin tingle. He held you tightly, ready to control how much cock you'd get at any time. "Just don't slam me down. I'd like to be able to walk for the rest of today."

"I thought I was supposed to get what I like."

"And I said no physical harm."

He nodded. "Of course. You're the boss."

"Sure, Daddy," You said as you slid onto his tip. It was so thick that your hole was already stretching more than you prepared yourself for. "Jesus," You whispered, trying to keep yourself stable on his shoulders.

"Leave on me as much as you need. Take your time, it's no rush."

"Don't piss me off," You grunted through gritted teeth. You were taking your time, but it just kept going. Every time you sank an inch, you used your hand to feel how much was left to go–and it always felt like you hadn't made any progress. "You fat cock, fucker."

"Are you cursing at me?" Mingyu raised an eyebrow.

"No, I was just–Holy fuck!" Mingyu pushed you down onto him, more than you were ready for. "What the fuck!?"

"Don't curse at me. I told you to take all the time you needed, and you're not listening. That's not my fault." You took deep breaths through your nose to keep yourself from crying. The pain raked through your whole body as your hole was still so tight it could barely stretch for Mingyu.

"I'm sorry. I didn't mean to curse."

"That's better. Now, let me help you." Mingyu lifted you, making your eyes roll as your guts moved back into place. Then he lowered you back down, making your nails dig into his shoulders. "That's it, squeeze as hard as you like. I've got you." Mingyu's words were soft-spoken and light as he moved you like a weight at the gym. At every down, he made you take more of him. He continued this pattern until you sat completely on his lap, his entire cock somehow buried inside you. Your mouth hung open but no sound could describe the full feeling you were experiencing. You'd had so many types of cocks, but one like this was different. He was a monster and he was balls deep inside you. "I don't think you can move, so I'll do it for you then." Mingyu used you, like a fleshlight, holding you tighter as he lifted his hips into you.

Your mouth overflowed with drool, dripping down onto your chest. Mingyu leaned forward and licked it up. "Such a mess slut, aren't you? You just use your job to get free cock from idols. Is the 'glow' thing even real, or do you just like getting stuffed?"

As much as you wanted to argue, your brain was full of static. You couldn't work your mouth right, only shallow gasps and soft moans spilled out.

"Let's end this now, we've still got work to do," Mingyu grunted as he stood, carrying you with him. He loosened his grip on you to let you slide until you were perpendicular to his torso. Your legs on his shoulders, his hands supporting your back and waist, and his cock pointing straight inside you. "Try not to scream. And don't bother holding your orgasm back. It's better to watch you cum all over yourself." Mingyu thrust once, forcing a loud moan out of you as your eyes rolled.

You had to focus on not letting your head dangle or you'd choke on your own tongue. But it was pretty difficult with the way you were pushed by each thrust and pulled back in with the momentum of your body. Mingyu moved at a moderate pace, but the strength behind each thrust made it feel like he was drilling you. You were being forced over the edge at 100 MPH.

"Please, cum... fast," You begged.

"For you cutie, I'll do just that. But, it'll be tough, so try not to bite your tongue off." Mingyu smiled as he cocked his hips back further and hit you with the same speed and power, but making more of his dick move. It was enough to instantly force you to cum, making a mess as ropes of cum shot all over your shirt. Your tightening hole made it harder for Mingyu to keep himself together as he went to town on you. His thrust had a moan behind it as his sweat dripped onto your body. "I'm gonna cum–come 'ere," Mingyu pulled you up as he hugged you tightly, fucking you through his high. The way his cock bulged with each wave of cum that passed through his cock was devilish. His whole body was made for fucking and it took you so long to realize it.

When you gained enough sanity to register the rest of the room around you, Mingyu was sitting back in the chair holding you as you laid on top of him–his cock still inside you.

"We've gotta work," You groaned as you tried to climb off. But Mingyu's grip on your body was so tight that you couldn't move.

"Five more minutes. Then work."

Mingyu held you hostage for almost fifteen minutes before you convinced him to let you go. You had to have an intern wheel you around in a chair to get your photos, but you still got them... All while Mingyu had that dumb smirk on his face, as he stared at you through the lens.

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umadosedepascal · 4 months

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O U C H | Pedro Pascal x f!reader | PART VII

Written by Santa Trindade

Banner by @missyorkswhore

Made in Brazil

Pairing: Pedro Pascal x f!reader

Summary: You are at the Golden Globes and meet Pedro over there, he didn’t win unfortunately but still, he is a winner in bed.

wc: 4.1k

rating/warnings: [Smut][Semi public sex] [unprotected PIV][oral sex m/f][Pedro injured] [sex on bathtub] [elevator][Pedro a little dom] [spanking ass] [Hold neck] [Curse words ][nipple play] [making out inside the car][Pedro speaks spanish]

a/n: My fellow followers, we are fast. I know. Pedro does help us imagine these kind of situation EASILY! just because he is HOT, even wearing an arm sling (poor baby). And yes, he is our slut winner always! More to come for the Emmys! 😘 please consider reposting, let’s spread it fucking hard! 🤘🏻

This Sunday was certainly one of the busiest since the year began, you arrived early at the salon to do hair, makeup and nails, it took you a long time to choose the best dress and perfect shoes for the Golden Globes.

Despite being a little cold in Los Angeles, you got a long dress with a naked back and slit in your left leg, perfect shoes, jewelry and hair, you were finally ready for the event.

The traffic of Los Angeles is always chaotic and today it would be no different, otherwise it is worse, there are so many cars, photographers and people. The driver goes near the entrance of the Bervely Hilton hotel, and as soon as you enter you already meet some friends and acquaintances. Your assistant is always pulling you, saying that you have little time as you walked towards the red carpet.

You give some interviews and as soon as you finish your interview with Vanity Fair, you turn around and see Pedro telling a reporter that he is injured because he fell, he hasn't seen you yet.

Pedro goes out in line for the red carpet photos, You are six people behind him, but even from afar you can see how beautiful he looks, black shirt with white details, black pants and equally black boots, you give a giggle when you see that he matched the arm sling with the clothes.

It's your turn to pose for the paparazzi, you position yourself behind the wall, look to your left and see that he is still taking pictures, talking, and even about the countless flashes, you feel his gaze on you.

You smile at the photographers and get close to Pedro, he opens a smile when he sees you, saying your name and extending his hand, pulling you close to him. He immediately puts his hand on your back, feeling your naked skin, his index finger makes small circles on your back while he talks to the man in front of you, you can barely understand what they talk about, it's so much noise and your mind focused only on the feeling of his finger playing with your skin.

Pedro's conversation ends, he pulls you by giving you a kiss on the cheek quickly while saying "See you later" giving a wink, he goes inside with his agent.

Your table is opposite to Pedro's, but you can still see him from where you are. During the awards your eyes meet each other, even from a distance.

He always smiling despite being hurt, he talks excitedly to everyone, with each winner who passes he gets up and greets.

You are so anxious to see him take the stage and receive the prize he deserves.

You already in your third Moet glass, and they finally announce the nominees for best drama actor, when they announce Pedro's name, you can't contain yourself, you get up and cheer for him, as if you were alone in your room in front of him, pleasuring him in the best way, whether about acting or how he fucks you until he leaves you breathless.

Unfortunately he does not win the category, so an idea comes to your mind, you are convinced that you will give him the best night ever.

Even after the defeat, Pedro doesn't stop smiling, you take your phone and send him a message "You are much bigger than any prize dear, let me show you that later?"

It takes a few minutes for him to see message, you look towards his table and giggle when you see him getting in the way holding his phone with only one hand, he puts the phone on his lap and types, a few seconds later his answer arrives, you feel your hands sweaty, a twink in your stomach when reading "I confess that I'm not happy about it, but now I'm very curious about how you will convince me that I'm worthy for you"

You bite your lip as you read and look at him, even a few meters away, you feel that brown sea on his eyes burning you, you just blink and raise your glass in a silent toast.

A few more awards are delivered, speeches are made, and you almost feel bad for not paying so much attention, almost. Your thoughts are in Pedro, hoping that everything ends soon for you to leave, and from what you look towards him, Pedro is not very different from you, his fingers hitting the table, playing with the glass between his fingers.

Finally the last prize is announced and delivered, everyone gets up, celebrating, lamenting. You dodge the invitations to the after party, claiming to have to wake up early for work, you go towards Pedro's table, he is taking some pictures with other people, you stand still finishing your last glass of champagne waiting anxiously to get his attention.

As soon as the last photo is taken, Pedro turns to you, that smile that only he has, stretching out his hand he says excitedly "Shall we go to the after party?" Your smile weakens at the time, you feel a twinge of disappointment, but you try miserably to disguise it, agreeing with your head, he laughs loudly and says "I got you! Come on, let's go to the car, I told you we're leaving" Pedro holds your hand and goes towards the exit, we stop a few times to greet some acquaintances, but Pedro always uses the same excuse -my arm is killing me, I forgot my medicine at home, sorry, next time I will-

Pulling you by the free hand, he always looks at me in the corner, bites his lip trying to hold a smile.

Pedro opens the car door to me and says softly with a shy smile "Can we go to your house tonight?".

You open your eyes and try to remember if everything is tidy and clean at your apartment, after all you remember isn’t that bad. "You got it! I have frozen pizza and beers" he laughs waving his head and raises his eyebrow, you get in the car and Pedro sits next to you, he puts his hand on your thigh and gently smoothes up and down, You look at his face and see him staring at you, eyes so expressive. His hand goes up until he finds the lace of your panties, he releases a cough while looking at the driver who is focused on traffic. You open your legs a little giving him more access to your pussy, you feel his middle finger go up and down pressing your clit, you look at him scared and say softly while you pretend to fix your earring "Are you crazy? El conductor lo verá"

He laughs and points with his head to the button next to you near the window "Press" he says, I press and then a black glass part rises between us and the driver.

Pedro raises his hand to your face, pulling you for a kiss, his lips taste like some strong drink, he sucks your tongue, bites your lower lip and whispers in your ear

"You can't even imagine how much I was waiting to put my hand under this dress." You open your legs, putting one on top of his, giving yourself to whatever he wants.

Pedro plays with the fabric of the dress, until you feel his fingers rub your clit over your panties. You close your eyes feeling him press his finger while his mouth says dirty things in your ear, you let out an involuntary moan, Pedro looks at you and tells you to be quiet, you smile and disguise.

You notice something in his hand that is bandaged, you bend to see and his nails have some kind of sticker, he laughs as you stretch his fingers and read _OUCH_

“What is this Pedro?!” You ask laughing, he answers between laughs "did you like it?"

We both laughed, you say yes, that you loved it, you take your hand out of his and slide on his head, your fingers wrapping in his curls, doing a massage, Pedro moans softly enjoying the massage. You watch his face, eyes closed, mouth slightly open while delighting in the massage, until you stop the movements opens his eyes staring at me. He is no longer smiling, neither you are, the atmosphere has changed, the car seems to heat up, you bring your lips closer to theirs while your other hand squeezes his thigh, going up to his groin, the tip of your nail circling the bulge that begins to harden. Pedro doesn't move, he just accepts your touches, you raise your hand until you find his belt, you open it and pull the zipper down, the only movement he makes with his body and raise his hips to give you access. You slide your hand in and feel his hot cock, you squeeze it and he moans throwing his head back. You raise your hand to the waistband of his boxers and run your index finger through the wet head with pre cum, he lets out a low swear word, when he sees you take his finger on your lips and suck it.

The car stop and you see that you are in front of your place.

Pedro stretches his hand over his thigh, adjusting the pants that shows his cock completely hard, you help him fix his belt and he gets out of the car. He extend his hand to you, you hold it firmly and leave, you take the keychain inside your bag, but it is so difficult to find the right one, because your brain freezes when you feel Pedro so close to your back, his hand playing with your hair, his fingers going up your back to the shoulders where he gently slide his nails, you hum

"This way we won't even get past the elevator Jose" he lets out a low giggle whispering a sorry.

As soon as you enter the hall, you press the elevator button and you feel that it is the twelve longest seconds of your life, the two of you looking closely at the elevator display, the tension is palpable, you look without blinking at the decreasing numbers _19, 18, 17, 16, 15, 14, 13, 12, 11, 10_ you count down mentally and when the ten arrives, you feel Pedro hold your nape tightly, pulling you until you back hits his chest, he runs his nose through your shoulder until he reaches your jaw, where he licks and bites gently

"If that fucking elevator takes five more seconds to open, I swear to God I'll fuck you on that table over there, after all I haven't won my trophy yet" he says that and turns your neck to the side, making you see the little table where the flowers in the hall are.

The elevator warns you that it is on the ground floor scares you, your heart accelerates, you look at Pedro who is still so close to your face and just nod your head towards the elevator door.

As soon as you enter, you press number 24, when the doors close, you ask Pedro to hold your bag, he holds and stares at you, you lean your back against the elevator wall and squat a little and putting your hand under your dress - thank God the side slit helped me - you take off your panties and when tou get up you find his eyes looking at you and looking for cameras in the elevator, you giggle and approach to get your bag while knead your panties in your hand and put them in his front pocket.

Pedro doesn't say anything, the growl that comes out of his throat speaks more than a thousand words.

The elevator warns tou that you are on the right floor, but you still need to look for the key inside the bag.

“Key, right?” He says while you search my bag

_God, I had them in my hand a few minutes ago_

Pedro pushes you against the wall, at the same time he slides his fingers on your lips making you open them, he puts two fingers in your mouth and makes you suck it, he takes out his fingers and holds your chin, making you raise your face more towards him, giving you a quick kiss, he slides his fingers wet with your saliva inside the slit of your dress, his fingers rubbing your clit, sticking two fingers in your pussy.

You let out a low moan and then kiss, your left hand on his chin smoothing his beard while the other still looks for a key inside the bag.

His fingers in and out of you, you suck his lip and move away, interrupting the kiss you raise my hand, shaking the key between your fingers

“Found it!”

He laughs and takes his fingers out of you, and takes it to his lips, sucking. You open the door, Pedro pulls you towards your room, which he is already familiar with, he sits on your bed, takes your panties out of his pocket and extends it to his side and says:

“You did this, can you take off my clothes as well?”

Without thinking, you approach him, you knee down and start with the boots and socks, never breaking eye contact.

You are between his legs and drag your hands until you find his belt, unbuckle and slowly open a button, stop and look at him, as if asking for permission

"Yeah babe, like this" he says with a smile on his face, you open the other button and open the zipper. You hook your fingers into the waistband of his pants and pull his pants so slowly that you can feel the anxiety in the air.

You throw his pants to the side and see how hard he is, you slide your hands over his underwear, his cock is pulsating and hot, kneeling in front of him, you bring your face closer to his cock and run your tongue over his underwear following the entire length, feeling the moisture in the fabric.

Pedro sighs and looks up, murmuring something you don't even understand, you just feel his left hand grabbing your hair, letting out a growl he tells you to get up and sit on his lap. You get up and when you put your hand on the zipper of the dress to take it off, Pedro interrupts me

"Deja el vestido puesto!"

You put one leg on each side of his hip, Pedro moans low when he feels your wet pussy in contact with his thigh, you feel his hand squeezing your nape again, you smile at him while your hands play with the details of the shirt he wears.

"You are so wet babe" without answering you just kiss, your lips touch each other first softly, you feel tickled when the mustache he rubs against your skin, his hand loosens the grip on your hair and slowly goes down your back, the kiss goes wide, you bite his lower lip, pulling between his teeth and licking when releasing,

Pedro never moves his hand away from your body, you feel his thigh press your pussy, you rub yourself feeling the few hairs on his leg in contact with your swollen clit and in need of touch, Pedro lowers his hand to your hip, pulling you down while raising his thigh, you release a moan in his mouth, so what he says is enough for your body to know that he is in complete abstinence "Ride on my thigh... enjoy rubbing against me" Pedro lies on the bed, wearing only his shirt and underwear, you put your hands on his chest and you start rubbing slowly. Pedro doesn't take his eyes off yours, his hand is still on your hip encouraging me to speed up the movements, leading me.

You throw your head back, feeling a heat take over your body, you feel the orgasm rise in your stomach, your clit pulsating, feeling his thigh slide easily in your excitement.

"Come on babe give me, I want to feel you" Pedro begs and squeezes your breast over the dress, you rub harder feeling your orgasm wet his whole thigh "Oh my god Pedro please"

"Yeah babe like that ride me like that" you moan his name, you murmur things that you don't even know what they mean, as soon as you feel your body calm down you open your eyes and there they are, those brown eyes burning me, eqting you alive. You get out of his thigh, dragging you down until you get on your knees on the floor, Pedro runs two fingers on his wet thigh and moans while licking his fingers, as if you were his favorite dessert.

He leans on his left elbow and stares at you you run your nails through his legs, reaching the waistband of his boxers, and before pulling you look him in the eyes and say softly

"Let me demonstrate how important you are my dear"

You slowly pull his undies, his cock jumps hitting his tummy, drops of pre cum flooding his cock head.

You hold his cock by the base and make slow movements from the bottom up, watching the fat drops of pre cum accumulate, wetting your fingers. Without taking your eyes off his eyes you put his cock in your mouth and make circles with the tip of your tongue, cleaning his excitement, you put it in your mouth until you feel the tip of his cock hit your throat, extending your hands and stroke his tummy inside his fancy shirt.

"Help me get this out" you let go of his cock and get up, carefully opening the velcro of his arm sling, you help him take off his shirt throwing it to the side where his clothes turn to a pile. Pedro pulls you making you ride on his lap, you feel his cock hit against your clit, you put your hand between your bodies and holding his cock by the base you fit into your pussy and sit, feeling every inch of it inside you.you both moan loudly, you stand still and help put the arm sling again

"I want you to be safe babe" he laughs and squeezes your ass and moves his hips up entering deeper into you, you push him to lie down and lean over him, gluing your lips to his you bounce on his cock for a while.

"Take off that dress" he says. You get up and pull the side zipper of your dress, Pedro calls you with his fingers and asks you to lie on the bed, he kneels between your legs and stroke your thighs, your belly, circling your nipples.

"I won tonite anyways" he says as he holds his cock by the base and rubs it against your clit.

Pedro slides his cock inside you slowly, taking advantage of every inch, while smoothing the side of your thigh threatening to snap you stretch your hands and scratch his thick thighs.

You feel his nails scratch your thigh and soon the burning of the slap "Come on babe take me all" you push your hips against his, the only sound in the room is your breaths with low moans.

Pedro slides his hand down your neck, squeezing and down until he finds your nipples, he squeezes and rotates between his fingers, making you squeeze his cock with your pussy "fuck Pedro, please I need more" he stop moving, he just keeps looking at me raising an eyebrow while squeezing your nipple between his fingers

"Do you need more? "And giggles

You slide your foot on his tummy pushing him away, you kneel on the bed getting face to face with him, you lick and bite every piece of skin you find, you jerking him off, feeling your fingers get wet with pre cum and your excitement

"On all fours my little bitch" he orders with a slap on your ass, you turn around getting your face pressed against the mattress, you feel Pedro's hand stroke your ass, and then the sound of a slap echoes through the room next to your moan, another slap and you hear him squat, then his lips are in your pussy, his tongue entering you like a cock, he moans against your pussy, making you feel the vibrations of his hoarse voice.

Before getting up you feel his saliva dripping through your pussy, another slap on your ass and you feel his cock hitting your clitoris, rubbing you hard, he moans and curses not being able to have both hands free, Pedro sticks his whole cock into your pussy, taking a loud moan from both of you.

"Fuck Pedro don't fucking stop please" he trust hard, you feel another orgasm forming, his skin hitting against you, his hand passing through your back, scratching your skin.

"Touch your clit, give me one more babe one fucking more" you put your hand in the middle of your legs and it doesn't take many movements to cum on his cock, you feel yourself explode, making you scream the name of Pedro.

"Fuck babe I'm going to fill your pussy" Pedro speed up the movements, his left hand squeezing your hip hard, you feel hot jets of cum flooding your pussy, Pedro moaning your name while slapping your ass a few more times

"Your pussy is milking me you fucking bitch" Pedro throws himself next to you on the bed, breathing with difficulty, he looks at you and laughs and now you realize that he didn't even take off his glasses, the disheveled hair gives an extremely unique look. Him.

"Fuck the awards" he says laughing, panting, you kiss him and say softly

"More awards to come Pedrito, relax" he smiles stretching his hand and slapping you in the ass

"I will win them all! Let's go to the shower"

Pedro stares at you as you undo the velcro of his arm sling “What?" He just smiles saying that out of nowhere, the bathtub is almost full, you enter and feel your feet thank the hot water, you sit down and call him, he approaches and sits behind you, pulling you to have your back glued to his chest, you put your head between his neck and shoulder, stretching your right hand while you play with his hair.

You feel his left hand playing with your nipples, slowly going down yourbelly until you find my clit.

"Hmmm I'm still not happy I need more awards" he says this and puts his leg under yours, making it almost impossible for you to close your legs, the middle and index finger draw circles through your clit, in and out his finger inside you. You tilt your head more looking for his lips, kissing him while you release moans every time you feel him put two fingers inside your pussy.

"I want you to hold my cock with that beautiful hand and put it in that tight little pussy and ride me "

Every word he said was a thrust of his fingers inside you, you turn around and sit on his lap, holding his cock with your right hand, Pedro doesn't wait a second and is already pushing myou down to bury himself inside you. Pedro sucks and bites your nipples, climbs his tongue until he finds your lips, his hand holding your ass tigh, guiding how he wants me to roll.

"Fuck, you're so hot, that pussy squeezes me so hard"

Your moan is loud, your nails scratch his shoulders, your lips meet the skin of his neck where you slide your tongue whispering in his ear how you love to feel his cock all inside you.

Pedro holds the back of your neck making you look into his eyes "Cum on my cock, squeeze me" you grind more feeling your clit rubbing on his lower belly, the orgasm growing inside you, your hands hold his shoulders tightly

"Fuck I'm going to cum"

His hand grabs my neck, squeezing hard as he orders "Now" your moans are weak due to the force he holds your neck, you feel your body tremble

"I'm going to fill your fucking pussy with cum, kiss me please" your kiss is desperate, your moans are loud, Pedro’s hand runs through your body desperate to touch every inch of your skin.

"Fuck, that was much better than any award" he speaks in the midst of laughter you kiss his shoulder and bury your face on his neck

"Always so good... Hmmm pizza and beers?" He laughs loudly and gives you a slow kiss.

"Fuck yeah pizza and beers!"

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Cinema // M. Sturniolo x Reader.

SYNOPSIS: Your boyfriend Matt leaves work early and sees the hot messages you left him, invites you to the movies and returns the trick you made on him.

WARNINGS: Sex in public, masturbation in public, dom! Matt, fingers, oral sex receiving fem!, dirty talk, cute nicknames, Wet kisses.

WORDS: 3.719

NOTES: My first language is not English, so if you find any grammatical errors you already know why :) Avoid making offensive comments about it and if this is too much for you, fuck off. MASTERLIST!!

Matt had finished his work early, He was so relaxed about it, he took his cell phone to send you a text message with the good news, but then he realized he had some messages from you.

He opened the chat and his face transformed, there were some sensual photographs and some audio notes that before playing he lowered the volume enough so that only he could hear it.

His ears were filled with moans screaming his name and asking for attention.

Finally he smiles and decides to send you a voice note as well.

"Good night, precious, dear, darling, little thing" starts your audio message. "It's nice to get out of work, I leave with a smile on my face because seeing you like this and listening to those rich audios, anyway, I don't want to get cloying although I think I already have" He remains thoughtful, before returning to what he was doing. "Well, I'll give you thirty minutes, okay? "I've been out before." He comments with a smile on his lips. "Look pretty, we're going to the movies, or rather make yourself comfortable because it's going to be very hot, "I would wear a dress or something." He rambles and walks through the hallways while licking his lips. "You know I'm capricious, you're going to put on the dress, the white of flowers, nothing else. I catch you ¿Ok? I send a kiss, I want to see you bye" He sends a kiss and sends the audio to his girl.

You were waiting for your boyfriend, you were as he asked you, wearing that short white dress with some scattered flowers.

"But look how pretty my girl is, please" His voice was present and you couldn't help but smile happily. "Hello" He greets you with a long kiss on the lips and before separating he kisses you again, but this time it's a short one. "God" He places a short kiss again and finally distances himself. "Wait, Let me see you."

He scans you completely with his eyes, He had a big smile on his lips and his eyes shone in an unusual way.

"I love it, I love that fucking dress you're wearing." He approaches you again and kisses you, taking your face in his hands to go a little deeper.

You carefully move it away timidly, There were too many people in the place.

"Matt, Please there are people watching."

"Well, "But I do what I can't get my nose into." He says raising an eyebrow. "¿Or are you going to stop me? Come on."

He resumes his position again and kisses you as he pleases without caring about the people around him. It was almost like an intimate kiss, a much needed kiss.

Once he distances himself, he gives you a smile.

"I really wanted to see you" He confesses to you and your heart races because of his words. "Well I would give you the choice, but they have told me about one..." refers to the movie they would see. "Well, I know it won't be your favorite." He laughs guiltily. "But then you can choose where we have dinner ¿Ok?"

"Shots, scenes of war and chases" you roll your eyes knowing what your boyfriend will surely want to see.

"Yeah, shooting, war" list. "You said it" confirm your theory. "It is what it is, it's what it's up to, no... Today no" defends himself. "Today the movie appeals to me, ¿Ok? Then you mistreat me at the dinner you choose."

You hum in response and you walk side by side, Matt looked so handsome today, so damn good.

"How was your day? How are you?" He asks you and then you begin your endless talk of your arduous day in his absence.

You told him about a random situation that had happened that day, until they reached the ticket booth, There was a long line so he asked you to sit not far away while he got them. During his absence you couldn't help but see him in great detail, The view from behind was not unpleasant either. Once he got the tickets he returned to you.

"Yeah, Yeah. I'm here now, Have you had a bad time in these two minutes of absence?" You smile nodding as you stand next to him. "Me too" He smiles and you look at the jar of popcorn along with a soda in his hands.

"How delicious!" You take some popcorn and hold the soda for him, freeing one of his hands.

"It's no big deal, I bought some jelly beans" He looks in his pocket for the package and shows it to you, You smile, excited about it. "Well let's go there, They are in..." wanders looking at the tickets "a side."

"Did you buy the side seats? They are terrible" You pout.

"If I bought them on the side... I like it" He shrugs.

"How do you like them? Seriously, they are one of the worst places in a movie theater."

"Well, because I like. Look from the side, people don't bother you, it still looks good" lists randomly. "That area is very discriminated against." he comments with a frown. "Very much" exaggerates the word. "So today you and I are going to enjoy it."

You sigh heavily and continue your walk towards the living room.

"By the way, you are welcome" You look at him expectantly. "I told you that it was going to be disgustingly hot and in fact it is a little bit hot, a little bit." You nod at his words agreeing with him.

Arriving at the room with the lights off, You look at him waiting for instructions.

"Yeah, go up" points out.

They managed to sit in their corresponding seats and the movie started right on time.

It had been a few minutes since the movie had started, You were overwhelmed with the topic, As your boyfriend had mentioned before, You weren't this style of movies that are about wars and shootings. But he wanted to see her.

"How was the movie?" Matt asked close to your ear.

"Is not my style."

"I already know" makes a face. "Well, it's not that bad actually. No problem...

You raise your shoulders and take some popcorn to taste, then again you listen to your boyfriend.

"Wait let me..." Matt's hand gave your bare thighs a squeeze, They give him a quick slap, but he, without caring, raises his hand running through your skin.

In a desperate movement you try to push his hand away from there.

"Uff love" you look at him. "Pulls out, don't take my hand away, stop" he tells you seriously, but you continue to put pressure on his hand to push it away. "Stop, fuck, be still, Watch the movie."

Your hand left his and finally made its way between your legs, can feel your heat. You look around, The people who were present were looking at the big screen.

"Stop Matt." you beg him.

"That no one is looking at us, fuck, you to yours" He murmurs and continues rubbing your intimacy. "The only one looking at others is you." He caresses your legs again, you can feel your skin boiling at his touch. "God, I love touching your legs, they are so soft..." your eyes meet Matt's. "You look ahead, Don't worry" He whispers, trying to calm you down.

He continued caressing your thighs with a slow rhythm, He was with his eyes on the screen, so you just do the same thing he does.

The movie was extremely boring. not just because it wasn't to your liking, it really sucked.

"It's going a little slow, right?"

"What do you think?" You respond, annoyed, Matt laughs silently.

"You don't know how much I love that you come here like this." your eyes leave the screen and look at him, He had a silly smile on his lips. "Come here" He breaks the short distance between you and put his tongue in your mouth, forming a warm kiss. "How delicious you taste, love" He says on your lips as he kisses you needily, His hand on one of your thighs begins to exert pressure and that makes you open your mouth even more. "I love holding your thighs tight while we're not kissing... Shit... Whore movie. When are they going to start shooting?"

You look at him confused by his annoyance..

"Because you said so?"

"Not for nothing" sighs, seeking to regulate his breathing. "Don't worry."

We returned to our positions to see the screen, There was not so much popcorn left in the jar and the movie seemed to be taking flight, An action scene was shown on the screen.

"Come on! Run, run, run!" shouted one of the military actors.

"Brian back!" shouts one of the soldiers who appear on the scene.

"Get in the car!! Get in the car!!" responds the other actor.

My eyes were on the scene, it was so confusing... Matt leans close to my ear and whispers.

"A chase."

He put his hand awkwardly in the popcorn jar, but I ended up throwing what was left of you on the ground.

"Damn...! Shit..." He curses and my attention goes straight to the jar on the ground and the popcorn that is scattered.

Matt leans over to grab the jar and scoop up some popcorn, intending to clean up the mess he made, Or that's what I thought he was doing because suddenly I felt his hands go under my dress and pull away my underwear.

By reflex I look around and cover my pussy with my hands, Worried that someone might see us.

"Take your hand away, Stay still, Stay still Fuck!" he scolds me in whispers, taking my hands out of the way, He buries his face between my legs and leaves a wet kiss on my pussy.

Start giving one, two and three kisses right in the center of my pussy, I increase the suction on each one.

"Matt they're not looking! Stop!" I whisper loud enough so only he can hear me.

"No shit! Nobody sees us!" use my same tone. "I'm collecting the fucking popcorn!" uses an almost ironic tone.

Hold my knees with your hands, exerting a little pressure.

"Spread your legs a little more darling, open them."

I timidly open my legs little by little, this seems to exasperate Matt, because his hands pressed their grip on my knees and spread them apart without fear.

He gets closer to my pussy and spits on it to lubricate it more. His lips close on my clitoris, They open again and his tongue gives it some stimulating strokes, repeat the sequences a few times, varying speed and intensity.

His hands go up from my knees to my thighs, caressing and squeezing them hard.

My hand was restless, I was too afraid that someone could see us or even hear us. Because from my position on the padded seat with my legs spread wide, I could hear some faint lewd sounds that Matt's mouth was making sucking my pussy. They were slightly muffled by the film shots.

"Give me your hand darling."

Matt lets go of my thigh and reaches for my hand, I tremblingly hold it, He presses my hand with his, giving me confidence.

His kisses became wetter, maybe it was because my pussy was already excited enough.

"Matt... Stop, They can seriously catch us..." My legs try to close, but he grunts against my pussy and lets go of my hand to spread my legs.

"No one sees us, shut up!"

I have some moans between my lips, this felt really hot. I don't know if it's because Matt really knows how to get on my nerves or because we were in a compromising situation.

"And cover your fucking mouth." Matt orders me from between my legs.

Matt's fingers penetrated my pussy and I swear to God I had to put my hand over my mouth to keep from screaming in that damn movie theater.

His fingers entered my wet pussy and withdrew with the same speed, god, this was being too much, I wasn't sure how many fingers were inside me, but damn, it feels so good. My eyes wanted to focus on the movie, but God, that was impossible.

His damn fingers moved frantically inside me. My eyes connect with Matt, his mouth was half open, I could swear I heard him moan.

The noise of the siren of patrol cars and ambulances were present, thanks to the film.

Matt's fingers left my pussy, but his lips quickly took their place again.

The chase was culminating, Matt continued with his face entertained in my pussy, but I could see his hands carelessly putting some popcorn into the jar.

When the sirens stop wailing and we enter a quiet scene, Matt returns to his seat with the jar of popcorn in his hands.

He clears his throat as he settles back into his seat. He puts the bottle aside and looks at the big screen, while he runs his hand over his mouth to clean himself.

"Damn... What a disaster..."

My legs close, feeling the absence of his fingers inside me. My gaze was fixed on the screen, Matt got close enough to my ear to whisper.

"Damn darling, if the chase lasted a little longer I would stay down there... I already told you that you were going to be hot." Matt makes fun of me. "You know I love the taste of your pussy, you know that?"

I felt like I was shaking because of his dirty words, it's doing hundreds of things in me right now.

"I want to share it with you, come give me that tongue."

I turn my head towards him and my mouth opens timidly, my tongue peeking out, which instantly meets Matt's tongue. A dirty game begins between them, hitting each other, Matt's lips catch my tongue and I felt my pussy get wet from that hot action.

My hand searched for his belt buckle, but I went down a little further, rubbing his clothed and bulging cock. The kiss breaks and Matt removes my hand from his cock.

"Stop, darling, stop, stop, don't touch me." I hold my hand tightly. "Don't fucking touch me, stay still, stay still.

He sighs heavily, I guess he was looking to control himself a little more or I just saw we wouldn't be fucking right there.

"Did you like how I ate your pussy?" Matt asked in a whisper.

"Language."

"Yes the pussy, fuck, your fucking pussy" breathe loudly. "God... I'm breathing and I can still smell the smell... I hope they shoot again soon, because I want to go down there again and eat it."

My thighs collided with all the force I could muster, my pussy was completely wet, eager for attention and not just any attention, Matt's attention.

"And that you leave my face, a Christ for your fluids..."

He breathes hard again and his hand is placed on one of my thighs.

"Meanwhile, keep opening those legs for me because I want to reach out and grab those thighs that are mine."

My legs open and he holds my thighs from the inside, giving it a strong squeeze.

"Let's continue watching the movie."

The following scenes were extremely boring, these types of movies were obviously not my favorites. Even right now they seemed twice as boring to me, perhaps because I was anxious for Matt to come down and pay attention to me...

It seems that Matt noticed my impatience about it.

"Do you want me to come down again?" His question forced me to look at him eagerly. "Wait, wait, you already got dirty..."

The engine of a motorcycle was present and my legs moved impatiently.

"I can't go back down there" He looks at me and has a desperate expression. "No... I can't come down and eat your pussy now... As long as it's not too loud a scene, I can't."

Let me explain and the scene at this moment consisted of a conversation between two men arguing.

"But... Taking advantage of this..." His hand, which was on my thigh, pulls my underwear aside and rubs my g-spot with one of his fingers. "Yes I can..."

Two of his fingers enter me inside and my teeth catch my inner lip, thus holding back a moan.

"Look at the bitch face you're giving me, you're serious..."

His sentence is cut off because the scene changes to a quieter one. Still Matt's fingers kept moving between my legs.

"Spread your legs a little love."

My legs spread wide without any shame. He had his hand between my legs with his fingers buried in my pussy, and his head near the crook of my neck whispering dirty things to me.

"God... Her pussy is soaked babe, her pussy is in a fucking fountain."

This moment was being too hot, my pairs closed around his fingers, my lips parted and a moan of excitement escaped me.

"Cover your damn mouth, because I'm going to put another finger in you, honey."

I bite my lip hard, his fingers moved so well inside me, I wanted to just get on top of him and jump on his damn cock while he spanked my ass.

"How perverted you get sometimes..."

The speed at which his fingers were buried in my pussy increased, it wasn't the next thing I could go, because if he exerted more speed against my wet pussy the friction and splashing would be heard.

But I squirmed subtly in my seat, and some grunts escaped me uncontrollably.

His fingers stop suddenly, and it frustrates me.

"Cover your fucking mouth, when you don't cover your fucking mouth and don't stop making noise I'll stop" that threat from Matt turned me on too much.

I shake my head, nodding and pressing my lips together as a sign that I would keep my mouth closed.

"That's it, good girl... I'll think whatever the hell you want, but let me continue enjoying this pussy with my fingers."

His fingers resumed their movements, entering and leaving without any concern, little by little adding speed while being careful not to make lewd noises.

"God, he's soaked..." my fluids were dripping down his fingers. "Let me see that neck, while I continue touching you."

He stretched my neck giving him access and he breathed against my skin, almost caressing the skin of my neck with his nose.

"I love the way you smell honey."

He began to leave wet kisses down my neck, with his fingers still penetrating my pussy with precision.

"I'm sure right now you'd like me to spread your legs and shove my hard cock into you."

"Faster Matt... Please."

"I can't speed up, I can't, your heart is soaked. Everyone will hear you" I knew perfectly well that he also wanted to speed up. "Get ready because in the next action scene... I plan to spank that pussy with my fingers."

This was torturing me in an impressive way. Even Matt was looking forward to this damn action.

A small fight scene appears on the scene, my eyes meet Matt's.

"I can't take it anymore, you're going to take advantage of this noise to put your fingers in, you son of a bitch," he accelerated his fingers, God this is so good.

"Matt... This feels too good" my legs move.

"Fuck, fuck, fuck."

The scene stops and Matt's fingers stop dead, she huffs in annoyance at this.

"Damn it, shut up," he orders me.

He moved his fingers carefully so as not to make much noise, but it was so slow that it tortured me.

"Matt, move them now...."

"But what the hell do you want me to do if the fucking movie doesn't make any noise?"

"Then stop..."

"I just don't want to stop touching you..."

Some shots appear on the screen.

"Damn! Are you ready?"

""I'm ready Matt."

His fingers enter and exit at the speed he was longing for, My legs tremble and close little by little.

"Spread those damn legs."

My mouth opens wide and my eyes close, Some heavy sighs come out of my mouth.

""You're going to make me put my fucking hand in that fucking mouth of yours to make you shut up."

His fingers move desperately, almost searching for my organ with precision.

"Matt, I'm going to run right here, if you don't stop."

"I don't care, give it to me, cum for me honey."

He accelerated his movements and his fingers went deeper inside me, my lips were trapped between my teeth, he could feel that he would cut them off from the force he was using.

I close my eyes and my body relaxes completely, I had reached my orgasm, My legs were shaking and Matt's hand kept moving inside me.

A few seconds later he removes his fingers from my pussy and pats me a few times to calm my spasms.

"Kiss me darling."

My eyes meet Matt and he brings my face closer to his, my mouth meets his with total desire.

My hands catching his hair to further intensify our kiss, with his hands squeezing my thighs.

"Shit... I have a cock that fits in my pants right now, but get ready in the bathroom, because when we go out I plan to use you."

"But Darling..."

""I don't care, I think that in about a minute when I put it in your pussy, I'm going to cum like a beast."

"I loved this" I left a kiss on his lips.

"I'm glad you enjoyed it" matt looks at the big screen and frowns. "I'm going to have to come see the movie again because I haven't found out anything."

"Yeah" I laughed about it. "I love you."

"I love you too honey."

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prince-kallisto · 2 months

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I wonder why each little bird has someone to sing to, sweet things to, a gay little love melody (*´∀`)♪🎶

This drawing is a little celebration for Crowley’s card that will be dropping soon on the 19th! The lyric above is from Sleeping Beauty 🎶 Crowley and Lilia give me the vibes of those older couples who always like to dance or sing along to music, no matter how bad or good they may be at it. The Magical Gramophone is in the background, which can apparently play any song from memory. What song would they listen to? 🤔

(More headcanons and reference image credits below the cut! ^_^)

Ever since the Crowley-Levan theory became more well known, I heard many say that it meant that there would be potential romantic undertones (past or present) between Crowley and Lilia, and…I genuinely thought that was part of the appeal! ｡ﾟ(ﾟ´ω`ﾟ)ﾟ｡ Levan theory or not, I really like them. What is their ship name? Crowlilia?? If anyone knows, please let me know!🐦‍⬛🦇 Crowlilia nation where are you…

I don’t really think about headcanon stuff that often, so I thought it would be fun to think of some random headcanons as I went along with the drawing!

It would be fun if Crowley had feathers on his body that are usually covered up by his suit (I absolutely adore Falin from Dungeon Meshi). I see some incredible JP artists draw Crowley with these puffier sort of pants, which I also love. I think it would be interesting if Crowley had a sort of greyed-pale, slight splotchy purple and yellow skin tone, like a deceased body that has reached the pallor mortis stage? (*ﾟ▽ﾟ*) It causes an uncanny and uncomfortable feeling whenever most students look at him…there’s just something wrong with him and no one wants to ask NAJXJSJD (I’d like to think that it’s blot related, and his long-term exposure to it has Not Been Good for him 💀)

For Lilia, I think he deserves some bat-like ears ^_^ I imagine him to have scars all over due to his past as a General. I ended up drawing his torso and legs less as thin as they are in canon by accident, but I kept it because I think he’d have a better diet now than his General days as well! (*ﾟ▽ﾟ*) I am jealous of Lilia,,,I’d like to dance with Crowley! (● ˃̶͈̀ロ˂̶͈́)੭ꠥ⁾⁾

I’m really no good at thinking of relationship headcanons haha, so I’d love to hear everyone’s ideas about them! Even though their silliness would technically be combined in a relationship, I feel like Crowley and Lilia could balance each other out? Despite all the antics they would certainly get up to, there’s a mutual acknowledgment of each other’s life experience and age. I can imagine them idly talking about parts of their own pasts over tea or a stroll in nice weather…maybe not huge chunks of backstory, but just little moments from their long lifespan that has stuck with them since. Crowley could potentially become more responsible because he’d be fretting over Lilia’s gaming time ANJDJXBD. Crowley would absolutely eat Lilia’s cooking and to him it would taste good…crows/ravens can eat pretty much anything like meat, berries, garbage and carrion so I don’t think Crowley would be upset about the chopped liver randomly inserted into his meal 😭 Even if they don’t really look it, to me they really give off the vibes of the typical image of an older couple! 🤣🐦‍⬛🦇

Reference Image

Models: Suzy Parker and Robin Tattersall

Photographer: Richard Avedon

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teasteeper · 3 months

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18+ minors dni, f!reader, emotionally unavailable!reader, ex-boyfriend!kun, cheating, choking, smut, angst

"look at me"

his voice is deep and calm, amused almost. even with your eyes squeezed shut you can see the smirk on his face, the flash of perfectly white and straight teeth that a dentist would get off on. they aren't just burned into your mind, but all over your body, the perpetrator of bite marks and deep bruises on your shoulders, trailing across your collarbones and up your neck. your bitten and broken skin burns hot as a big hand encircles your neck, squeezing the sides of your throat. he's playing with you, watching how a fraction of his strength has you wheezing and scratching your nails down his forearm.

"ah, c'mon. scared of me?"

even if you could speak with him choking you, you wouldn't know where to start. to be scared of him would mean that you weren't used to this - this being your ex-boyfriend slinking back into your life for the umpteenth time, showing up as soon as things with a new guy were going well. as soon as you could see your life without kun in it, his texts came right on cue.

'can't stop thinking about you. i need to see you'

'it couldn't have all been for nothing, let me fix it, baby'

'please come over. we'll talk'

and every time you're the fool, telling yourself that kun is capable of talking and nothing more. but it's like the time you spend apart makes him more insatiable, unable to have you alone in his apartment without losing all restraint. it frustrates you that you're no better, letting his tall frame shadow over you as he circles your waist in a hug as you stand in the doorway, placing your hands on his buff shoulders and breathing in the familiar scent of his cologne.

“you came" he sighed, pulling back to show you big puppy eyes and his plump lips in a lopsided smile.

you're no better, falling into routine and following him straight to his bedroom that looks just how you remember it - dark blue sheets fixed neatly on his bed, photographs he took framed and hanging on the walls, albums and figurines lining the shelves and his computer desk sitting in the corner.

you're no better, laying down next to him as he spreads out on one half of the bed, fluttering your eyes closed as he brushes your hair from your face and cups your jaw in his palm.

you might actually be the worst for letting it get this far, head empty of any recollection of the new guy you've been seeing as your clothes now lay all over the floor of kun's room, eyes shut tight as he ruts into your embarrassingly wet cunt. he's big and thick, splitting you open over and over and making you so full and overwhelmed, tummy bulging, head dizzy and chest swelling with emotion at the thought that you want this all the time. you want him. yet every time you're under him like this, like a choking, sobbing, stupid little doll spread out on his bed, you aren't his. once again you've given yourself to someone who you can barely remember the name of right now.

"baby?" kun coos, moving his hand from your throat to tap on your cheek, slowing his thrusts, "where are you, pretty girl?". you wish you kept your eyes closed as you blink up at him, met with him looking down at you with heart eyes, wiping your tears with his thumb.

"i-i'm here. please- keep going"

and he gives you that pretty lopsided smile before burying his face in your neck to press his swollen lips back to your skin as he speeds up his thrusts.

this time is no different from all the other times he's lured you back in, fucking you as if you won't silently roll out his bed and put your clothes on at 4am to go home, because maybe you won't - not if he fucks you good enough. so he swallows his emotions and puts on that pretty smile, watching you squirm and go dumb on his cock, pounding hard when he hits that spot that makes your gaze go unfocused and dumb, looking so soft and broken for him, looking like you love him.

"how does your pretty pussy take it so well? squeezing me so tight"

"i'll give it to you everyday, baby. anything you want, it's yours"

"y'look so damn pretty on my cock. prettiest girl in the world"

#kun #qian kun #nct #wayv #kun smut #qian kun smut #kun x you #kun x reader #nct smut #wayv smut #nct hard thoughts #nct hard hours #wayv hard thoughts #wayv hard hours #mine

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theglassofmiddleearth · 6 months

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I'm Always Funny. You're Just Not Smart Enough To Keep Up. (Teaser!)

Max Verstappen X reader

Danny Ricciardo X reader platonic.

Not sure if anyone here is an F1 fan but I've recently gotten into F1 and I've started writing a small fanfiction of Max Verstappen Fake relationship Au! Please tell me if you like this and want the rest of it! Enjoy~

Max had just broken up with his long time girlfriend Kelly Piquet.

They had disagreed on their future plans and had decided it would be better to part ways. It was an amicable split and Max still visited Penelope. However, the media wasn’t kind to him, not that it usually was.

Fans were in a roar over the split calling him all sorts of names for the past seven months.

It wasn’t too bad until the sponsors started to look a bit concerned over the state of the media.

Y/N, being a small town girl from Perth Australia, knew Daniel Ricciardo from when she was younger. His sister Michelle would babysit Y/N from time to time and that's how she came to meet the ever enthusiastic personality that was Daniel.

Daniel, alongside Michelle, had been like an older sibling to Y/N. He would always visit her or text her to catch her up on his state of affairs.

After his ill-fated departure from Mclaren, to which Y/N was still fuming over. He had spent two months back in Australia, lounging around before Y/N and Michelle told him to get back into what he really loved.

Sure enough, Daniel returned to RedBull as a reserve driver alongside his old teammate Max Verstappeh and Sergio “Checo” Perez.

It was at this point Max had been receiving scalding comments and the Public Relations (PR) Manager had decided it would be a good idea for Max to date someone new with good media presence. Someone who the fans were bound to like.

That is exactly where Y/N came in. She had been featured on Daniel's social media before and made small cameo’s on RedBull and Mclaren videos, wishing Danny luck in his races or even supporting him in person.

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Max walked alongside Y/N at a brisk pace. They were wading through the crowd of press just before the paddock and after the car park. Y/N was slightly uncomfortable with the firm grip that Max had on her hand but refrained from speaking up. He, after all, was paying her salary, so to speak.

“Smile,” Max grunted out. Nodding at the press and giving half smiles in a seemingly out of character style.

Y/N, who was already smiling hissed through her teeth.

“The hell you think I'm doin’ mate?” She then turned slightly away to wave at the photographers,

“Morning! Hope you’re all well rested! Make sure to drink enough water too!” She called out to the mass of people. Y/N understood that these people had to make a living and if you were nicer to them, they were bound to return the favour, although that was easier said than done.

Verstappen kept a pleasant expression as he continued to walk past people, signing hats along the way.

“When can we stop this damn circus act?” He hissed into her ear, his voice sounding like the grind of gravel.

“Whenever your PR Manager lets us.” She replied, her smile unfaltering as she kept walking beside him.

“This is all a stupid waste of money and time.” He grumbled under his breath. “This whole relationship thing and the sponsors.” Y/N cocked her head knowingly and replied,

"You need those sponsors and so does RedBull. Anyways, don’t give me a hard time because of it, yeah? I’m just doing my job to the best of my ability.” It wasn't as if she didn't want the money, however she also did it to help out Danny. Apparently the situation had made Max a little crabby.

Max sighed, “You have no idea who many different people we have to play happy couple for to satisfy the sponsors.” to which Y/N smirked and retorted with.

“I dunno, maybe the whole world, Mr Formula 1 World Champion?” Max rolled his eyes dismissively, effectively losing his facade.

“Do you know how much the sponsors pay me to keep you around? Don’t smart mouth me man.” He spat out, scowling and crossing his arms defensively. He pointed at the camera’s who had now turned back to you at the suddenly escalating conversation as moths were drawn to light.

Luckily they hadn’t heard the conversation, only seen the wild gestures that Max had thrown out in exasperation.

Y/N, being the quick thinker she was, gently patted his shoulder and stepped closer to him,

“Calm down mate, they’re looking at us. Let’s just get inside the paddock yeah? Then we can argue when we get to the motor home.” She whispered slowly, hoping to ease his stress.

“Whatever, " Verstappen muttered, his voice ever harsh and monotonous.

He led her by the small of her back past the photographers and past the gates and into the paddock. He kept you firmly by his side while remaining silent. It seemed like he wasn’t going to talk until they were both tucked into a private building. Or as private as it would get.

As they briskly walked by, they passed some children who were staring in awe at Max. Y/N smiled at the children and tugged on his short sleeve gently.

“Max, give them an autograph! Look, they're so cute. This one’s wearing a mini version of your race suit!” She exclaimed, clearly taken by the children who were bubbling with energy.

Max, as a result of Y/N’s excitement, stopped walking and looked over at you with his signature grim expression before seeing the children. His eyes shifted and his expression became light hearted and almost charming.

“Yeah, alright I’ll sign a few things for you guys.” He grinned at the kids that had gathered around began thanking him incredulously in adoration as their favourite Formula one driver signed their shirts and caps.

Max suddenly turned to you with a small smile,

“Here,” he said, handing her a sharpie, “You should sign one too. They’ll like it.” Y/N shook her head, shy from the sudden attention.

“But I’m not famous like you. They don’t know me.” She turned to the children, sheepish, waiting for them to collectively agree. Yet, to her surprise one of the younger girls reached out to hug her and exclaimed,

“I know you! You’re Max’s girlfriend! My older brother says you’re pretty!” The little girl beamed up at her and pointed at an older male of similar facial structure who was blushing.

Y/N laughed in surprise and smiled brightly at the young girl.

“Hey love! Would you like me to sign your shirt?” She kneeled down to face the girl and all the younger kids. The children that were now surrounding you went crazy, screaming “Yes!” and “Please!”

They held out their belongings for her to sign, clearly overjoyed. She laughed in delight while Max looked on, while chatting to other young fans.

Y/N gave each of them a hug before signing their shirts.

“Oh and here!” She took out a large ziplock bag that was filled to the brim with friendship bracelets she had made for the fans.

“Take these! There’s enough for all of you.” She ruffled the closest childs hair. Max watched in amusement as the children who were absolutely beside themselves, trying on their new bracelets.

“You’re good with the fans,” he said, actually sounding genuine and kind for once. Y/N shook her head, smiling and waving at the children still as they walked away.

“Nah, I just love the kids. I want them to have good memories that build into hope and motivation.” She looked at Max and gave him a small smile.

“That’s very kind of you.” Verstappen replied, sounding surprisingly sincere. They both walked towards the motorhouse and as they reached the entrance Max opened the door for Y/N and signalled for her to enter.

Y/N walked through, thanking him on the way and waved hello while passing all the staff and volunteers of the Red Bull team.

The pair made their way, through all the greetings and then into Max’s room where Max closed the door behind them both and then turned to face Y/N.

“Alright, no more fake smiles or pleasantries. He sighed, “Do you know how long we’re stuck with this whole fake relationship thing?” He asked while plopping down onto his bed, unceremoniously to which Y/N shook her head. She herself was unsure.

“Nope. I was hired for a year-long contract but it wasn’t definitive,” She sighed and sat down on his chair and spun to face him.

“I think it wouldn’t be too bad for us to be friends Max.” She sat forward with her elbows on her knees.

“It’s not like we’re attracted to each other. It would make life easier if we got along, no?" Max stared at her, inquisitive.

“Friends.” He said slowly, almost as if tasting the word before he tilted his head to say,

“Friends don't usually get paid to be with one another.” Max raised his eyebrows.

“But, I guess being friends wouldn't be too bad. It’s not like anything would happen between us anyways.” Y/N nodded and chuckled,

“I mean, I get paid to pretend to be your girlfriend. We could totally do it from afar y’know?” she shrugged, smiling.

“That sounds like a great idea.” Max said sarcastically.

“I’ll just yell ‘I love you’ through a megaphone at you from a distance and we’ll keep it going that way.” He smirked mischievously, crossing his arms to which Y/N burst into laughter in sheer surprise.

“Right! That would get all the fans roaring.” She chuckled loudly, enjoying his dry humour. She gave him a genuine smile before asking,

“You’re really funny when you want to be huh?”

Verstappen rolled his eyes with a subtle upturn in lips at your amusement. Y/N had an instinct that he was proud of the reaction he got out of her.

“I’m funny all the time.” He retorted, “You’re just not smart enough to pick up on it.” He said with a cocky smile.

AND THATS THE TEASER! please comment if you'd like the rest!? Thank You for reading!

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campingwiththecharmings · 22 days

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for minigirl87

Hi, congratulations 🎊 on your 1 year anniversary. Could I request, please. Poe Dameron and the AU firefighter. I used to clean in a fire station and have a thing for firefighters, plus I could could easily see Poe as a fireman, lol. Take care ❤️

Some Like it Hot

For @minigirl87

AN: Another fic-aversary request! I know you sent this to me via messenger AGES ago and you probably don't even remember doing it but I need you to know that Firefighter!Poe has had me in a chokehold ever since lol. THAT SAID, I have no idea if this is what you were looking for but my muse is a whore (esp for Poe) so here we are. Absolutely shameless smut, very, very little plot. Hope y'all enjoy 😌❤️

(Un-beta’d)

Rated: M+ (this is smut so, i mean, you’ve been warned?) Words: 1,297 Pairing: Firefighter!Poe Dameron x Photographer!F!Reader Warnings: PWP, p in v, strangers to lovers, praise kink, please let me know if i missed anything. AO3

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Somehow, you’d known that it would end this way.

Well, maybe not this exact way—with you fucking a smoking-hot firefighter in the dark room of your studio—but the second he’d walked into the room, you’d known something was bound to happen. Granted, you’d been thinking more along the lines of a coffee date or, if you were really lucky, dinner.

The Universe had other plans, it seems (and who were you to argue?).

His strong fingers grip you tightly as he fucks into you from behind, every powerful thrust of his hips all but knocking the breath from your lungs. A choked moan escapes you as he hits one of your sweet spots, cunt clenching around his (considerable) length and pulling a groan from between his lips. You feel so good, so full, the pleasure zinging through your body as he drags himself in and out of your slick heat.

You don’t normally do this—this being fucking someone within hours of meeting them, without even knowing their full name—but there’s just something about this guy—Poe—that makes you wanna give him everything.

It had started innocently enough, just lingering glances and a bit of flirting, but the tension had grown between you the longer the shoot went on. More than once, your gaze had lingered, unable to stop yourself from admiring him—with his leanly muscled body, chiseled jaw, deep eyes, and that stubborn curl that kept falling across his forehead. He could tell you were into him; you’d known by the way he’d looked at you.

Normally, you were more professional while you worked, more respectful of the vulnerability of your subjects as you shot them. You’ve never felt this before though, this pull, this need, and it surprised you how quickly you’d thrown out all your principles for what you assumed was just a one-time thing.

“Taking me so well, sweetheart,” Poe slurs, the pace of his thrusts faltering slightly as you flutter around him. “Fuck, feels so good.”

You can’t help the whine that escapes you at his praise, your fingers gripping the edges of the counter he has you pressed against. You kind of wish you could see his face (you bet he looks stunning when he comes), but he’s hitting you so deep like this it’s a little hard to complain.

He grunts when you flutter around him again, your fingers aching as your grip on the counter tightens. You’re so close, can feel the tension coiling inside you as he spears into you again and again. You push back to meet him and he moans, his cock somehow reaching even deeper inside you, electricity zinging up your spine.

“Please,” you breathe, unsure exactly what you’re asking for.

He seems to know though, adjusting his thrusts so he can lean forward and slip his hand between your thighs, calloused fingers immediately finding and circling your clit. You whimper in pleasure as a myriad of sensations race through you, your arms shaking as your body is pushed closer and closer to the brink.

“You’re right there aren’t you, sweetheart?” he murmurs, his voice thick with his own pleasure. “You’re so close, squeezing me so tight—”

All you can do is moan in pleasure, in agreement, the combination of his cock and his fingers making you feel almost drunk.

“Need you to come for me,” he pants, more of a plea than a demand. “Need to feel you.”

Without warning, Poe pulls you up from the counter so your back is flush against his chest. Your mouth falls open in surprise, a noise somewhere between a squeal and moan escaping as he grinds up into you, his thrusts slower now but no less devastating.

“Oh fuck,” you gasp, head lolling back against his shoulder as he groans in agreement.

He’s just as far gone as you, it seems, his thrusts a little sloppier now as he nears his peak.

“Pussy feels like heaven, sweetheart,” he slurs, his mouth and tongue molten against your heated skin.

You feel like you're drowning, like he’s suffocating you with pleasure. You need something, something to hold onto, something to keep you grounded. You reach back, plunging your fingers into his soft curls, gripping them for dear life. You’re so close, right there at the edge, the tension inside you wound so tight you feel as if you might burst.

Another brush of his fingers against your clit is enough to send you soaring over the edge, your body shaking in his arms as your release slams into you. Poe’s groan is choked as you convulse around him, but he fucks you through it, mumbling words of praise and encouragement in your ear as waves of pleasure surge through you (“That’s it, baby, soak my cock. Oh fuck, yeah, just like that, oh good girl—”)

He stills a moment later, spilling his thick, hot cum deep inside you, his strangled moans muffled as he buries his face in your neck. You relax a little as you come back down, the solidity of his body against yours comforting. You stay like that for a moment trying to catch your breath, the two of you panting and half naked in the middle of the room. After what simultaneously feels like two seconds and an hour, he pulls back a bit from your neck, leaving a gentle kiss at the top of your spine that makes something in your chest ache.

“Okay?” he asks, his voice soft and a little raspy.

You hum, nodding as you allow yourself to melt into him a little, your body going limp in his hold. He chuckles softly, tightening his arms around you and pressing another kiss against your neck. For a moment, you let yourself pretend, pretend that the two of you aren’t strangers, that this isn’t a one-time thing, that he’s yours (and you’re his).

He slips out of you with a hiss, the loss of him dragging you back to reality. Your legs feel like jelly, but you manage to stand on your own, shakily pulling your clothes back on before turning to face him. Considering the position you were just in, it’s silly how awkward you suddenly feel. You lean against the counter behind you, chancing a glance up at him; the soft smile on his lips makes your heart skip a little.

Ugh, he looks just as gorgeous in the red light of the dark room as he did when he’d waltzed into your studio hours ago. A part of you kind of hates him for it.

Before you can say anything, he leans in, capturing your lips in a soft kiss. You sigh, eyes fluttering shut as you kiss him back, your arms winding around his neck. His hands settle on your waist, pulling your body against his as he licks into your mouth. You moan softly, completely lost in him, in the way he’s making you feel. When you part for air, he presses his forehead against yours, your pants mingling in the small space between you.

“Go out with me,” he breathes, his nose bumping against yours.

You huff a laugh at the request (demand?), fingers tangling in the curls at the base of his skull. He smiles again, his lips brushing over yours.

“Probably should’ve asked that before, huh?”

You laugh again, still breathless. “Better late than never.”

His laugh is husky and the sound of it makes something warm settle in your gut. “I appreciate you being so understanding.”

You bite your lip, smothering your smile. “I know you’ll find a way to make it up to me.”

He hums in agreement, a playful gleam in his eyes as he leans in to kiss you again. “I’ve got a few ideas.”

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7ndipity · 1 year

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Dating Jin headcanons

Seokjin x Reader

Warnings: swearing, teeny bit suggestive

A/N: More headcanons because they're fun and I can't sleep🤷. Working on these lists is making me so soft for the members all over again, it's crazy. Anyway, hope you like them!

Masterlist

Requests are open

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Dating Jin is like dating your best friend.

Cause, I mean, you basically are.

He is a hopeless romantic, in every sense of the phrase.

A Classic Gentleman. Opens doors for you, holds your hand on the stairs, shows up for your first date in a suit with bouquet of flowers(even though your just going to the fair or smth)

So awkward when you first start dating, his ears probably stayed red for a solid three weeks.

Does that blushy, flustered laugh thing anytime you complement him. Like yeah, he knows he's Mr.WWH, but hearing it from you just hits different, man.

He admitted before to getting so lost in daydreaming about his future s/o that he's burned food, and I think that would still happen(hopefully to a less severe degree) now that he has you.

Like, you'll be talking about something and look over at him, and he just has that distant look in his eyes. And you're like "Hello?" And he just blurts out something like "We should get a cat." "What?!"

You've heard his dad jokes, now get ready for the cheesiest, cringiest pick-up lines ever.

"I'm not a photographer, but I can picture me & you together." "Please stop." "Are you from Paris? Because Eiffel for you." "That doesn't even make sense!"

His flirt game is actually pretty good tho, he's just so nonchalant about it, that it tends to catch you off guard.

You:*walks in room* Him: "Wow." You:"What?" Him:"I just forgot how gorgeous you were."

Likes taking you on fancy dates, but usually prefers cozier, lowkey dates with you.

Like, one day he'll take you to the nicest restaurant in town, the next, he's dragging your ass to some lake to go fishing.

Cooking dates that start out pretty cute and sweet, but become increasingly unhinged as time goes on(there's a korean youtube channel TryToEat, that I swear is what he would be like)

Calls you things like 'Jagi' and 'Honey', as well as more weird, Jin-esque names like 'Bubble'(he thinks it's cute, just go with it)

Couples outfits that range from matching sweatsuits to those t-shirts that say "if found, please return to Jin" & "I'm Jin".(He claims it's for safety reasons because what if he loses you at the mall or smth?)

Y'all pick on each other constantly.

"You look like a Pokémon." "Big talk for someone built like fucking Dorito."

Like, you've seen him with Jungkook, he's a menace. But now, he's your menace. (Imma pray for you)

But he's the only one allowed to pick on you. Anyone else who tries is in for the cussing out of a lifetime.

House Husband Vibes.

Takes pride in looking after you, whether that's taking care of you when you're sick, or just making dinner on a random Wednesday. It makes him feel needed.

Speaks as if you're already married.

"Think about the kids." "What kids?!" "The cats!" "We don't have cats yet!" "Aha, yet! So we are going have some eventually!"

Has the tendency to finish every conversation by giving you a lil smooch. (Doesn't matter if he was talking to you or someone else, you're getting kisses)

Needy

Literally hangs off of you whenever he's tired or wants attention.

Long, drawn out kisses where he backs you against the wall or counter that can make you forget about anything else other than him.

Likes to lay on you rather than with you. Like, you are his favorite pillow, and he will whine if you don't let him have his pillow time, cause he's a dramatic mf.

"AGH, Y/N-AH LOVES ME NOT! HOW WILL I GO ON?!

The other members don't call him the actual maknae for no reason, he's kinda baby.

You're one of the only people who get to see his more serious sides though, however brief their appearances may be.

Argues with you over the dumbest shit, but avoids actually fighting with you like a plague.

Overall, he's very sweet though and would do anything for you. Idk, he's just so, 💞ugh, yeah Imma go now.

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meryldian · 11 months

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★ Dating 2023!Bill Kaulitz ★ (Fluff overload)

AN: Oh boy, I never thought I’d actually post some of my hcs, let’s see how this goes. I’m typing this half-asleep on my phone so I apologize for any grammatical or technical mistake, please let me know if anything!!

Let’s start with setting something straight, Bill does not fall for someone easily nor does he like to sleep around, as he’s said himself. If he’s actually decided on dating you it is a synonym for “I can see an entire future with you and I have probably thought of marriage plans”

No matter how you guys met; whether it was through mutual friends, by chance or were childhood friends, it would take you weeks, months or even years of forming a strong bond before even considering the first date.

Bill has said many times that he believes in love at first sight and probably still does, but fame and people have definitely left him with some major trust issues.

Won’t give you a house key or ask you to move in till he’s completely certain that you’re fully trust-worhy, but he loves having you over with him.

Now that you guys are together, he is the sweetest person on earth, will worship you like you’re a divine creature that landed on earth. He would worship the ground you walk on if he could.

Never-ending honeymoon stage kind of relationship not going to lie-

Will take you out to theme parks, rent out movie theatres, take you on hikes and long walks on a deserted beach.

Don’t be surprised if you ever wake up to a screaming Bill, all hyped because he decided that you’re spending your weekend at Disney.

He is so cheesy but it’s so sweet to see. He’s at a point in his life that he just wants to love and be loved. Kisses on the cheek, opening doors for you, pushing your chair at restaurants. He’s a gentleman.

Till it applies to his fashion. You ARE doomed to help him out of his outfit when he decides to be a bit more daring. Just like he does with Georg and Tom he will do it with you. “y/n you know the drill. When my assistant is not around you’re my assistant now help me out of these shoes”

Speaking of shoes, he is almost 2 meters (and sometimes more) when he wears his platforms and he absolutely loves towering over you. Bill loves to see you reach for a kiss. He will also walk behind you and ruffle your hair to annoy you.

This man is so whipped. He can gush about you for hours on end in interviews, his socials or his podcast.

He would also expose you a lot on Kaulitz Hills because that’s what he does.

He loves physical touch. When you’re walking in downtown LA he will always have an arm wrapped around your shoulders or waist, holding your hand or linking your pinkies.

He has the sneakiest of hands, it’s even worse than Tom. Bill always finds a way to have hand under your shirt or skirt if you happen to wear them. He can’t help it, he loves to feel your skin on his hands.

Back Hugs !!!

You will become his muse. He loves to dress you up however he pleases, you just look so good in everything! Bill will spend so much cash on designer sets to match with you. Only the best for his beloved.

He mostly calls you by your name in public but behind closed doors he would address you by the sweetest names like “My love, Darling/liebling, Pumpkin”

You guys are always out to eat

And at coffee shops

You’re each other’s personal photographers. Plus he absolutely adores to show you off on his instagram

I can see him as the type to start a vlogging channel just to show off how in love and happy he is with you.

Prepare yourself mentally to be woken up early to walk the dogs and drink sour green juice. Bill used to be a tremendous sleeper when he was young but those days are way behind.

When you wake up together, it is the best. He tends to wake up first and will stay in bed just admiring how beautiful you are. Tracing your features with his fingers. He wants to memorize every inch of your skin.

If you take too long though, he will get up and go prepare breakfast. Yes it includes celery juice.

You guys are always hanging with Tom & Heidi! You get into the craziest adventures

Heidi would love you so much, so would her kids. You and Bill are the cool relatives.

#bill kaulitz x reader #bill kaulitz #tokio hotel #gustav schäfer #tom kaulitz #georg listing #tom kaulitz x reader #tokio hotel imagine #tokio hotel x reader #georg listing x reader

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darlingmbappe · 1 year

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Begging | Kylian Mbappé x Fem Reader

—Click here for part one!—

Summary: You master plan worked and Kylian needs you now, you need him just as bad. Ditching work is so worth it.

Warnings: SMUT! SMUT! MINORS, GO AWAY. Slight begging, fingering, oral (male + female), pinning, rough but lovey-dovey sex, p in v, cussing, pet names, google translated French, English is not my first language! Let me know if I missed any.

The drive home was an antsy one. You kept shifting in your seat with excitement, your mind flooded by filthy thoughts. You got off of work early and it’s so you can go fuck your boyfriend, the sexy Kylian Mbappé? The stars must have aligned for you today, or maybe the gods have taken pity upon seeing how desperate and horny you had become on the inside.

Your apartment was on the way to Kylians and you knew you had to show up in the infamously photographed lingerie. You knew he wouldn’t say anything if you didn’t, but if you did — god. You needed him so bad. Kylian had obviously been stalking your location because the second you parked your car he sent you a text.

Kyks <3: what are you at home for??

Kyks <3: im not beyond begging bebe

Kyks <3: i’ll beg if you want me to….

You roll your eyes and giggle, changing quickly after sending him something back

You: trust me kyks. I know you’re a beggar ;)

A rush of hot memories came to you. Kylian whined and pleaded with small whimpers and grabby hands. The smallest “please” would always escape his lips unwillingly whenever you teased the poor man, followed by every pet name and groan that his body could forge. These memories made you feel even more needy for his touch, so you snatched your things quickly and sprinted out the door.

When you reached his front door, he swung it open. Kylians eyes were dark, lustful. The stare he gave you almost made your knees buckle, it was like he was a man on a mission, finally setting eyes on his target.

You approached slowly, your lip taken between your teeth. “Hey there, Mbappé.”

“Shut up and get the fuck in here.” He growled. His long frame leans against the door, eyes raking every inch of your body.

You took your time, but as soon as you got close enough, he grabbed your arm, dragged you inside, shut the door and slammed your body against it — all in one swift move. He kept you pinned, his forearms pressed against the wooden door, his face so close to yours. He stared into your needy eyes until he couldn’t hold himself back anymore, kissing you so forcefully that your knees actually did buckle this time, one of his hands immediately coming to rescue you, firmly squeezing your ass, holding up your body.

God, what you were feeling was absolutely primal. This was past a pleasure or a want… you needed him. He showed you he felt the same by the way his tongue rolled over yours, then kissed you from your cheek to your neck, breathing in deep, hips grinding so you could feel how hard he was already. His thigh was perfectly slotted between your legs, giving you just the right amount of pressure. You needed more before you passed out from the desire.

Sliding your hands down to his shoulders, you pushed him back to free your lips to tell him you have to have him right now. He looked at you lustfully, bit his lip hard and let you back on your feet. Kylians big hands grabbed your face longingly but with a much more tender touch. “Mon bébé,” he sighed, barley having to lean in to gently nibble on your lower lip, “I’m taking you upstairs.” He growled, reading your mind.

Kylian stepped back and grabbed your hand, beelining to the stairs. Though the pace was fast and urgent, the feeling of his fingers wrapped around yours was comforting… romantic. Something about how he looked back at you had your heart skipping — and not just because of the making out.

He opened the door for you, watching you with intent as you make your way to sit on the edge of the bed. He shuts the door with a slow hand before he begins to saunter over to you.

“Mon Dio…” my god, he mumbles under his breath, getting on the ground right as he nears you, looking up at you with his thick eyelashes, opening your legs for him to slot between them. His hands travel from your jean-clad ankles to your waist, hooking his fingers into the loops and tugging down. You help him out by unbuttoning and unzipping them, he immediately tugged again. Your jeans were so tight that it knocked you on your back from the effort, allowing you to lift your butt to so he’d slide them off and throw them aside.

Kylian hummed at the lace covering the small bit of your skin, but the skin he wanted to see oh so badly. You took off your tank top, tossing it to the side, propping yourself on your elbows when you felt Kylian kiss both your knees, slowly going up inch by inch, alternating between legs.

“Fuck, Kyks. Will you hurry up already?” You groan, biting your lip and watching him behind hooded eyes. He looks up at you, biting your inner thigh, so close to where you needed him to be. You hissed, he smiled.

“No, no.” He tusks. “Not tonight. I’m taking my time with you, bébé.” His lips kissed then licked the bite tenderly, fingers slowly tracing the pattern on the hem of your underwear, sending goosebumps to your entire body. “This new set is doing things to me.”

“Got it just for you.”

With an ego boost and a smirk, he attached his lips to your clothed heat, sending your head back with a small moan. Your hand wrapped around the back of his head, holding him in place as he licked stripes up and down.

“Je suis tellement chanceux…” I’m so lucky, he hummed against you, his fingers finally hooking under the fabric, pulling them down painfully slow. You sat up more and he began to gently knead your upper thighs, thumbs closing the distance to your wet core. You jut your hips toward him, making him chuckle. “What is it, bébé?” His eyes met yours. “You want me… here?” His thumb gently pressed on your bare clit, making you gasp and bite your lip to keep the biggest moan from coming out. “Answer me, bébé.” He demands.

You nod quickly, gulping. “Yeah.” Your voice was breathy. “Yes, please Ky. Right there.”

He smirked, locking eyes with you as his thumb rotated in a slow circle, dipping down to collect more of your juices, then back to circling. You moan out his name, pushing your hips towards his mouth. His breath was fanning you, his face so close to where you needed him the most.

Kylian got the hint, desperate to taste you himself. Without breaking eye contact, he latched himself to your clit, sucking gently, flicking it with his tongue.

“Oh, fuck.” You exclaimed, eyes rolling back as your arms gave way. You grabbed the back of his head again, making him give you quick kitten licks. “God, Kylian, you—oh!” He pressed his tongue flat onto you with more pressure, shaking his head back and forth, lapping up and down.

He moans against you, sending sweet vibrations through your body. “We are never waiting this long again.” He replaces his mouth with two fingers, teasing your entrence. “I’ve missed hearing you beg.” You propped up again, jutting forward again as a way to get him to do something with his lingering fingers.

“Don’t tease, baby, come on.”

“You started it.” He grinned, using his pointer finger to barley poke into you, then taking it back out. “Do you want it or not, amour?”

You huffed and let out a whine. “Fine, Kylian. Please…” He quirked an eyebrow, retreating his finger. “No! Okay, okay. Seriously, I’m begging you. Please. Do whatever you want to me. Please.”

His lip quirks and places a kiss and a lick on your clit again, then inserts his two fingers inside. You moan his name loudly, fisting the sheets next to you. “Feel good, baby?” He kisses you there again, then crawls up to be face to face with you, kissing your heaving mouth.

“So good, Kylian.” He curls his fingers up, looking into your eyes as they roll back in pleasure. “So fucking good.”

“Yeah?” He latches on your neck and you give him more space to kiss you. You feel him start start sucking on your sweet spot, just behind your ear, his fingers continue to graze your g-spot. You lift your hand and palm him through his grey shorts, making him bite your neck gently. “Putain, ma chérie. Tu vas me tuer.” Goddamn, sweetheart. You’ll kill me, he moaned, using his thumb to rub your bundle of nerves. He muffled your noises with his lips on yours, you tasted yourself on his mouth.

You felt the warmth pool in your stomach, knowing you were close. “Ky, I’m gonna… ah, Jesus Christ.” He circled his thumb quicker, going back to bruising up your neck on the other side. He quickened his pace and you felt your legs start to shake. “Oh, I’m so… close…”

“Let me feel you cum, bébé. Cum on my fingers.” He nudged your nose with his to get you to look him in the eye. You felt the words ‘I love you’ get lodged in your throat as his fingers kept abusing your pussy, sending you over the edge with a borderline scream of a moan. The orgasm felt like it had been building for weeks. Behind the ringing in your ears you heard his low ‘that’s it’s and ‘just like that, baby’s.

He kept quirking his fingers until you had to push his hand away. Immediately, you sat up on your shaking legs, taking advantage of his awestruck demeanor and flipping him over as you straddled his lap, now kissing his neck, grinding your naked core on the tent that’s formed in his shorts. You pull away and rip his shirt off, meeting his mouth again as you ran your hands all over his chest.

Kylian couldn’t take it anymore, flipping you back over again — clearly wanting to be in charge — standing up as your head landed on his silk pillows. You watched as he shook his shorts off, leaving him in his briefs. You rolled onto your stomach, reaching your hands out to him. Grabbing the hem, you rolled them down, watching as more and more of his length was revealed until eventually, it sprung free. Big, and large, and thick, all for you. Sitting up, you grabbed the base, earning a needy noise from the man in front of you.

“You gonna beg for me, baby?” You stared up through your lashes, tracing the base gently with your finger, watching it twitch and bead with precum.

“Allez…” Come on, he whined, biting his lip. “Please, bébé.” He runs his fingers through your hair. “Please, I need your mouth so bad. So bad.” His body unwillingly pushing toward you.

You let your hand grab him fully, keeping your eyes on his and you licked the drop on his tip, tasting him, slowly putting more of his thick cock in your mouth. His stomach moved with his shallow breaths as you swirled your tongue, hollowing your cheeks as you took him in deeper.

“Mhm…” you hummed. Kylian groaned, fisting your hair in his hands and pacing your movements.

“Fuuuck.” You reached one hand back, unclasping your bra for him. Kylian wasted no time pulling both straps down and discarding of it, using the hand that wasn’t tangled in your hair to squeeze your bare breasts. “Parfaite…” Perfect.

The back of your throat closed up when you had him about halfway down and caused you to gag (caused Kylian to moan), your hands taking care of the parts your mouth couldn’t reach. You hollow your cheeks, tracing the vein with your tongue.

“Fuck.” He repeated, pulling you off of him and pushing you back on the bed. He crawled on the mattress, kissing up from your navel. His hands tweaked your hardened nipples, twisting and pulling with just the right amount of pressure. He replaced his right hand with his mouth while you were a moaning mess under him.

When he pulled back with a loud pop, he smiled down at you and lifted your legs so they’d wrap around his waist. Grabbing his cock, he moved it on your wet core, and you watched with your mouth gaping, feeling his tip tease you painfully well. “Please, I need you inside.” You begged without being asked, and he did as you told him to, prodding you open with his thick mushroom head. “Oh, Kylian.” The stretch was euphoric, the familiar feeling brought you the comfort you’d been craving.

He intertwined your hand with his as he rested on his forearms, kissing your cheek, you felt his breath in your ear. “Always so tight for me, amour.” He slowly let you adjust, moving slowly about halfway in.

After a few seconds, your legs tighten around him, asking him to go deeper, to go faster. It was perfect that he knew exactly how you wanted to be pleased. He listed to your physical hints like a well trained puppy, so eager to please.

The noises you made when he picked up the pace were straight out of a porno. He heard every sound from the comfort of being buried in your neck, your mouth grazing the shell of his ear was sending goosebumps down his arms. He nipped at your collar bone, sporadically going back to feel your tits, a moaning mess himself as he found the right rhythm.

You felt him inside your stomach, poking and poking and poking… it was blinding. Somehow your accidental dry spell made you feel everything more. The vein running down the side, the the slight upward curve, it was all elevated for your maximum pleasure.

He continued holding your hand, fingers stretching and squeezing, eventually pinning it by your shoulder. He pecked your lips over and over again, some of the kisses lasting longer than others. On the last one, he dipped his tongue in, his pace faltered a smidge. “I’m so close. Fuck, I’m so close.” He muttered, breathy and dripping with affection as he looked into your eyes, squeezing your hand inside of his.

“Me too.” You stared back, focusing on his pelvic bone driving continuously on your sensitive nub. “Don’t stop — shit, Kylian.” You moaned his name, digging into his back with one hand while your other clasped his knuckles.

Kylian cussed against your neck, kissing the same spot, giving you just one bite before pulling back. His eyebrows furrowed while he looked at every detail of your face. “I’m gonna cum, bébé. Ah, dieu…”

“I’m right there,” you wrapped a hand around his neck, breathing into his mouth, indulging in the feeling of his fingers pushing you toward the edge.

His eyes screwed shut, strides hesitating, lips messily falling onto yours as he moaned out, cursing out your name. His fingers crushed your hand, but you honestly didn’t notice. Upon feeling his release, yours were right behind him.

“Oh, god!” You squealed, quivering, pulling his face deeper into your neck, your hand ripping away from his to hug him closer. He slid his now free hand under your arched back to do the same. Your bodies couldn’t be closer if you tried, but it felt like you couldn’t hold each other tight enough. The crushing sensation from Kylian only felt comforting, it felt right.

He continued to groan into your shoulder as he came down, his thrusts slowing until they just stopped.

Both of you were panting in sync, now just embracing each other as if it might not happen again, catching your breaths together.

He kissed your shoulder. “Damn.” He grumbled, looking up at you, brushing away a strand of hair from your face and tucking it behind your ear. His forefinger lingered on your jaw, he lifted it and tapped your lips, breaking out the biggest smile. “Damn…”

You both laughed together at how exaggerated his tone was, he traced your lip with his thumb, humming. You leaned up and kissed him sweetly, holding his face before he pulled away, hissing at the feeling of not being inside of you anymore. You continued to face the ceiling while Kylian laid on his side, staring at your profile — he swore he knew every detail by memory. Every birthmark, every curve, where your eyes wrinkle when you smile, how your eyebrows react to any situation. Sometimes, he feels as if he’s out of ways to show you the affection he hold for you, and just holds your hand instead. There isn’t enough words in any language to tell you how he feels.

“How was work?” You offered once your heaves settled. Kylian just shrugged, a tiny grin etched on his features. “Me too.”

You traced your thumb on the back of his hand, lifting it to your lips to kiss it. You continued to chat, pillow-talk eventually just turning into conversations about paying the gas bill, pondering what you should snack on later while you binge watch some random crime series on Netflix. He suggested The Devil Next Door and got pouty when you told him you’d watched it last week without him.

You’ll never get tired of these comfortable moments with Kylian. Sure, he’s busy, sometimes forgetful when he has a lot going on — but, part of loving him is accepting where he falls short. It’s hard work, but looking into the eyes of the man you love and seeing that love reciprocated is the most freeing, undeniably addictive feeling. How lucky are you to get to spend your life with this human, the gods definitely are on your side.

— A/N: Thanks for all the love on my first Mbappé fic! I really wasn’t expecting to get so much positive feedback. My English has improved so much in the past couple of years and I’m lowkey so proud of myself :,) —

— Requests are open for Mbappé! —

Taglist: @kymb-10 <3

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jaded-jezz · 1 year

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Jack Champion x Photographer!Reader

Part 1/?

☁︎ Fluff

Summary: y/n is a photographer for the new scream promo and Jack thinks she belongs in front of the camera rather than behind.

"Y/N did you double check the SD card was empty?" My best friend and work partner, Leah, shouted from down the hall. "Yeah it was the first thing i did this morning,"

Leah and I have been working together ever since college where we met during our photography course. We have been inseparable since both landing a job at a highly praised magazine company.

Today is going to be a great day as we have been given the front cover photoshoot with full creative control too. It has been my childhood dream to have even a small picture but another front page? The feeling never gets old.

Leah and I finish packing all of our equipment into the car and we start the drive down to the studios in LA. As it’s kind of a long drive Leah starts our little road-trip with our favourite song. We scream the lyrics and laugh when the people, in the cars that pass us, give us strange looks.

To save our voices from any extreme damage, we put on some less energetic music and go over the plan for the day. “Wait, have you seen the cast for Scream 6?” Leah suddenly asks.

“Yeh like sorta… no not really” I answer scrambling for my phone. “Well we know Jenna from the Wednesday shoot so that’s less worrying right?” I say as I wait for the list to load.

“Oh yeah I forgot you did that! Do you think she will remember you?”

(Scream VI Groupchat POV)

Jenna- how close is everyone to the studio?

Devyn- I’m parked outside

Melissa- the shoot starts in half an hour

Devyn- I LIKE TO BE EARLY OK?!

Jasmine- YOU DIDN’T HAVE TO BRING ME THIS EARLY TOO THO

Liana- wait you guys drove together? You could’ve invited me 🥺

Jasmine- use that emoji again and I will become ghostface

Liana- 🥺sowy🥺

‘Jasmine’ has left the group chat.

Mason- Jenna this is your fault

Jack- What the hell did I just miss?

Jenna- HOW WAS IT MY FAULT?

Mason- YOU ASKED THE QUESTION

Jack- Jenna, Mason is the reason we are running late please don’t kill us.

Jenna- thanks for actually answering jack, mason I’m going to kill you

‘Devyn’ added ‘Jasmine’ to the group.

Devyn- see you guys soon!

(Y/N POV)

“ I doubt she will remember, I didn’t really speak” I answer, as I start to cringe over my previous shoots without Leah. Leah is literally my rock, and she knows this as she looks over to me. “You will be great, I’ll be there if things get too awkward, and you have all your notes on your phone and in your notebook.” I give her a smile as I reach for said notes to calm my nerves.

When we arrive at the studio I already see two of the actors and they wave as we walk past their car. I feel a lot less stressed as I see that everything is clean for us to set up our equipment. Leah and I finish in a record time thanks to my meticulously drawn plan of the placement for lights and tripods.

One of the producers walks in to check if we are ready. He lets us know that two actors are going to be late but it won’t ruin the shoot. As he leaves to alert the cast Leah stands next to me to make sure I don’t run away.

“OMG it is you!” I hear a voice come round the corner. “I thought I recognised your name, guys this is the talent who created all the Wednesday promo!” Jenna exclaims to the group before walking over to hug me.

“It is great to see you again Jenna! And it’s lovely to meet all of you too.” I say to the room. “I’m Y/N, this is Leah and the stylists are in the other room.” I start to explain the plan for the day.

“So any questions?” I ask after I realise I’ve been talking rambling for too long. “Oh last thing, sorry, if at any point you feel uncomfortable or awkward in a pose or something, just let me know and I will sort it as fast as I can.” I let the cast go to their stylists, who they knew from set, and walk towards my camera and laptop to make sure everything is loaded up and ready to go.

“She did remember you.” Leah said in a hushed giggle as my face starts to go red.

(Jack’s POV)

We are late. Mason is late. So I’m late. I hate being late to these things. Especially when it’s people I’ve never worked with before, although I think I remember Jenna saying she’s met one of the photographers before but that doesn’t calm me down one bit.

“Hey man, chill out” Mason interrupts my internal panic. “They won’t mind, you can charm them with your good looks yeh?” He suggests. I widen my eyes to show I don’t agree. “Fine, I’ll apologise in my own way and you do it how you want too.” He sighs, jokingly.

When we finally arrive we are pushed into the changing rooms so fast that I don’t get to apologize for our lack of punctuality. I quickly change into my costume before jumping into the makeup chair, next to Mason. Once the artist has finished I text my mum to tell her I made it and left it on the vanity. I headed out to the studio once Mason was done too.

"Look who decided to show up!"

Part Two will be their meeting! Or should I say meet-cute?

Also (shameless plug) I really want to be a photographer so I would mean a lot if you followed/checked out my Instagram:

@/no.stress_jess

Please do not repost this, reblogs are appreciated.

#actress #actress reader #fluff #im so alone #jack champion #jack champion x reader #jaded jellyfish sting #marry me jack champion #oneshot #x reader #photography #photographerslife #photographer reader

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crepesuzette2023 · 4 months

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Beatles Books as vaguely defined friends and relatives at a party you attend with a new crush, whose name you keep mispronouncing.

The longer you stay, the more trouble you have remembering what the occasion was.

The lights keep changing. Shortly after you arrived, your crush shrunk to the size of a mouse, and scurried away. You’re on your own.

The Beatles (Bob Spitz) greets you, an attractive silver fox who seems to be shunned by most of the others. You wonder why. It’s as easy to imagine him as a crying wreck as it is to imagine him on a golf course. Here, There, and Everywhere (Geoff Emerick) disrupts your musings by pulling tapes from his mouth. Seeing your discomfort, he stops and hands you a photograph of John Lennon and Paul McCartney singing into the same microphone. As he does, his pupils take on the shape of hearts. Someone called George announces his intent to poison him.

Anthology (The Beatles) saunters in, puts eight arms around you, and promises to tell you the whole story. They proceed to speak in tongues, and throw popcorn at you. Stu Sutcliffe jumps from a pendant around their neck, lands on the floor, and scurries after your crush.

“It’s always like this,” says Body Count (Francie Schwartz). “I assume you don’t want to listen to my story about a gifted woman who got locked up for depression? That’s fine, I can also talk about frottage, and a certain man’s curves.”

“Oh, stop it,” says John (Cynthia Lennon). She turns to you. “My advice is: Turn around and run as fast as you can.” She demonstrates what she means by disappearing, leaving behind a purse filled with cheerful letters and drawings of herself getting married and giving birth. Everything smells of olive oil. Francie spots Loving John (May Pang), and rushes to her, greedy for gossip. Loving John (May Pang) is everyone’s favorite, because she doesn’t really know anyone very well, but she knows how to make everyone feel comfortable by saying things that make sense in the moment.

Living the Beatles Legend: The Mal Evans Story (Ken Womack) ends up taking her home; they both live at The Fringes. Her home is a little further than his, which is just this side of Weird whereas she’s all the way in Montauk, but he’ll make sure she gets there safely.

To make up for the disappearance of your crush, Remember (Mike McCartney) cuts your hair. Each snip of the scissors slots a black-and-white picture into your field of vision. Windows in time blow noise and heat in your face, and visions of a screaming band that looks a bit like the young Beatles. Then there’s the quiet heat of summer, towels rippling on the line, and a drain pipe screwed to the wall of a house. He talks about childhood, and you’re almost there, but you never will be, because he won’t let you in. His more verbose twin, The Macs (Mike McCartney), recites letters his brother and John wrote from Hamburg, but you can barely understand what he says, because he stuffed a tissue into his mouth.

“It’s only a story,” says The Lyrics (Paul McCartney). “Pleased to meet you. I’m a storyteller myself.” He sings a love song. “I must have thought about these things when I wrote it,” he muses. “Interesting. What a mind, as Linda used to say.”

He tears a few pages from a diary he kept in Paris in 1961 and hands them to you without comment.

At this point, the party is dissolving. Crocheted furniture floats away and stretches.

“Am I too late?” Skywriting by Word of Mouth (John Lennon) squeezes himself out of the lowest drawer of an antique desk, where, judging from by his crinkly pajamas, he slept. “I’m in pieces. Mend me with glue.”

“I will, I will!” Tune In—All These Years, Vol I (Mark Lewisohn) yells ecstatically. “I’m so glad you could make it Sit down with me and celebrate the heritage of Liverpool.”

Skywriting drapes himself around Tune In, who starts purring and rutting against him.

“Excuse me?” It’s The Fifth Beatle: The Brian Epstein Story (Vivek Tiwary), torero boots clicking on the invisible floor as he strides towards the couch. A spotlight follows him. “I’m managing this show, and I insist on expanding the scene.” Around them, a hotel room forms.

Skywriting lights a cigarette. “Join us in bed, Bri.”

“Yes,” moans Tune In. “I’m so lonely. I’m the oldest of a triplet, or so they say, but the other two haven’t been born yet.”

The Fifth Beatle sits down and observes the unhinged biography losing himself in the friction of rubbing against the shapeshifting Skywriting. Finally, things reach a conclusion.

“And so,” says The Fifth Beatle, “what partially was, finished.”

“Stop repeating lines from a bad movie, Brian," says Skywriting, "you’re better than that.”

As you try to plot ways to escape through the skylight, The McCartney Legacy, Vol 1 (Sinclair & Kozinn) slides out from under the bed, a broad-shouldered lady in a bright red dress. A half-hatched alien with long legs and sunglasses squirms between her breasts, and makes mouth percussion sounds.

“Gentlemen.” The McCartney Legacy retrieves a very, very long rosary from her pocket. “Is anyone interested in an exquisitely crafted, finely wrought chronology?”

At the sound of the word “chronology,” The Beatles (Hunter Davies) crashes through the ceiling.

“Don’t fall for it!” The Beatles snatches the vocalizing baby alien from The McCartney Legacy’s chest, and kills it by wringing its neck. “Time stopped in 1968. The only valid extension are my own salacious additions. Strictly off the record.”

“I’ve been meaning to talk to you about that,” says The Fifth Beatle.

You exchange a glance with Skywriting, who is plucking pieces of Tune In from his body like children snatch pieces of dough, and sticking them in his mouth.

A camera clicks.

“Excellent.”

The Eyes of the Storm (Paul McCartney) lowers the camera, and changes into a suntanned, gleaming likeness of George Harrison. Then he changes into a fish.

“Everyone looking at the pictures will think they know,” the fish says. “They’ll have no idea!”

The floor dissolves under you. You fall into a pool, just in time to save your crush from being sucked into the drain, and after a barely audible edit you find yourself back home, with no memories at all, the taste of chewing gum in your mouth, and wearing matching tops saying, I visited Fellini’s Satyricon, and all I got was this lousy t-shirt. (ETA: I can't believe I forgot about Dreaming the Beatles (Rob Sheffield). I guess I'll have to include him in the inevitable sequel to this...thing, as the +1 of John and Paul: A Love Story in Songs (Ian Leslie).)

#Beatle books #the beatles #just me writing #my fic #(sort of)

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half-oz-eddie · 18 days

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Thank you @shieldofiron for passing the baton my way ♡

here's my contribution for the @harringrove-relay-race!

There’s never a dull moment at 1566 Main Street, where Neil Hargrove is a slumlord. He owns a shitty building that’s hanging on by a thread and he’s too cheap to pay for the upgrades. But he wanted that ceiling rent, right? Cheap Bastard.

More often than Billy would like, his phone rings, because this or that is busted and fucked up, and Neil just leaves it all on Billy’s shoulders to get it done, and do it right or else.

He didn’t give a shit that he’d left Billy with such a mess. Their handyman quit months ago, and it was up to Billy as the superintendent to make sure this shit show of a building was running just enough to not end up with an investigative reporter exposing them on the channel 7 news.

Billy sat up, groaning in annoyance when his phone rang again. It was the new tenant down the hall, calling to tell him that his lock was broken.

Billy dragged himself to 3F, knocked on the door, and a preppy, bright-eyed pretty boy answered with a welcoming smile.

“Hey, thanks for coming so quickly. I was afraid I’d have to miss work.”

“Not a problem.” He assessed the lock. “This is a shit building anyway. My old man doesn’t do what he should for the tenants.”

“Well at least you care about the tenants, right?”

“Guess so.” He mumbled back, focusing his attention on the door.

The lock was a quick fix, only taking Billy roughly 10 minutes. Thankfully, he had all the right tools on hand.

“Finished already?” The tenant asked.

“Yeah. Y’mind if I use your bathroom to wash my hands?”

“Go right ahead!” He said welcomingly. “It’s uh—“ He stopped himself with a laugh. “You probably already know where it is.”

Billy nodded, inviting himself down the hall. He caught a brief glimpse into the bedroom, spotting the curtain sheet and mattress on the floor as he passed by.

He washed his hands and headed back to the door, preparing to let himself out.

“I’m right down the hall in 3A, so, if you need anything, you can just knock on my door. Like I said, this place is a shit hole, so…I’ll expect to hear from you again.”

“I’ll probably uh, call first.” He nervously chuckled.

“Whatever floats your boat, Mr. Harrington. See ya around.”

“Wa-wa-wait!”

Billy turned back.

“I’d love to thank you. My friends say I make a mean cup of Joe.” He persuaded with a smile.

Billy shrugged. The neighbors weren’t usually so friendly, so this was a change of pace. “Why not?”

He was offered the only chair in Mr. Harrington’s apartment at a wobbly little table.

A few minutes later, Mr. Harrington joined him at the wobbly table, offering him his only good mug, keeping the mug with a broken handle for himself. He sat on a storage box, his chin meeting the tabletop.

“So, Mr. Hargrove—“

“Please call me Billy. My dad’s Mr. Hargrove.”

“Only if you call me Steve.” He grinned.

“Deal…Steve.” Billy charmingly enunciated his name.

“So, Billy,” he continued “have you always lived in Los Angeles?”

“No. Lived in San Diego most of my life. My gramps left this building to my dad about 4 years ago, and he made me the super.”

“Oh, I see. I kinda moved out here on a whim.” Steve shrugged. “I was staying in a shitty motel for a few days before I secured this place. My dad’s not too happy I’m here, so we’re not on speaking terms.”

“What’s he got against LA?” Billy curiously asked, eyebrows raising as he sipped the surprisingly delightful cup of coffee.

“Nothing, I don’t think. He’s just pissed I didn’t wanna join the family business. I wanted to give modeling a try.”

“Modeling?” Billy snorted.

“Y-you don’t think I can?”

“Pretty boy like you? You could definitely be a model.” Billy nodded.

Steve hung his head down, hiding a blush. “You’re uh…you’re a nice looking guy yourself. You’ve never considered modeling?”

“I did once, but the photographer said I’m…difficult to work with.” Billy smirked mischievously, causing Steve to laugh. “I just don’t like people telling me what to do. Stand like this, stand like that, poke your cock out a bit.” He joked. “Not my thing.”

“What is your thing?”

“Surfing, swimming, cars, I dunno. If I could do all 3 for the rest of my life, I would. But I’m stuck here, fixing shitty locks and making sure my old man doesn’t get sued.” Billy glanced at his vibrating phone and stood. “Gotta go. Thanks for that…mean cup of Joe.” Billy smiled. “See ya around.”

“Bye!” Steve waved, a wide smile on his face. He let out a happy sigh. Maybe living here wouldn’t be so bad, after all.

A week later, Billy received a call after hours. It was Steve Harrington again.

“Hey. You having some kind of emergency? I’m…sorta off the clock.”

“Yeah I—shit—sorry! Something happened with one of my pipes and now there’s—ah! God dammit! There’s water everywhere. Couldja help me?”

“Be right there.”

Billy sighed and put his shoes back on. “I’m so tired of this shitty fucking building.” He grumbled. “Something’s always fucking fucked up.”

He swung his door open in annoyance, locked it swiftly and headed down the hall.

He gave Steve’s door a harsh knock, his eyes narrowing at the wet idiot standing before him.

“I uh…” He exhaled. “I tried to fix it myself, but I made it a whole lot worse.”

Billy rushed in, groaning. “Jesus, Harrington, What did you do?”

“I-I dunno!” He exclaimed worriedly. “I just—I didn’t wanna bother you after hours.”

Billy was so irritated, but he couldn't find it in his heart to shout at the pathetic, sopping wet dumbass. One look in those shameful, doe eyes behind those dripping bangs, and Billy simply had no fight in him. It was pretty sweet of Steve to think of him by trying to fix the pipe on his own. But jesus, what a mess!

“This place is hanging by a goddamn thread, Steve.”

Billy went to work fixing the pipe, water splashing all over him in the process. It took him twice as long as the lock, but he was able to fix the problem before the kitchen began to flood.

“I’m really sorry.” Steve apologized, handing Billy a towel. "I'll clean everything up."

Billy took off his shirt and rung it out in the sink. “Just…promise you won’t try to fix anything else by yourself, okay?”

Steve slowly nodded, as he was too stunned to speak. His eyes were glued to Billy’s wet, chiseled body, following the water droplets that fell into his jeans.

“Uh—I—yeah. Yeah I promise.”

“Is there anything else you need fixed before I go?” Billy asked.

“N-no. Nothing else. I’ll let you know. I promise.”

Billy gently patted Steve’s shoulder and let himself out.

Billy returned to his apartment and opened up a can of beer, aggressively chugging it as he fought back the tears in his eyes.

Crisis fucking averted. He couldn’t imagine the world of pain his father would bring upon him if Steve’s apartment flooded.

He didn’t blame Steve. It wasn’t his fault. It was all Neil. Neil and his shitty expectations. His shitty demands and his shitty fucking building.

Billy wanted to get out of there more than anything, but his father controlled his life for so long, he didn’t have anything to his name. He barely paid him a decent wage for being the building super. What was the fucking point anymore? Billy was destined to be alone and miserable in this dreary building.

He cried himself to sleep.

Another week passed. There were only 2 repairs needed in the building, and things felt fairly calm these days. Billy and Steve would catch one another in the hallway. Steve would always wave, and Billy would make a joke about Steve swimming in his indoor pool.

One afternoon, Billy was on his way down to check the mail and Steve was waiting for the elevator.

“What’s with the big boxes? Moving out already?” Billy smirked, causing Steve to laugh.

“No, no. I bought some new furniture.”

Billy got a closer look at the boxes. Those were some pretty high end brand names. Looks like Harrington came from money. He wouldn’t have moved to an awful building like this, if he were Steve.

“D’you need some help assembling the furniture?”

“Really?” His eyes widened in surprise. “You gonna charge, like, an assembly fee?”

“I won’t. Just being friendly to a tenant and neighbor.”

They exchanged soft gazes and sweet smiles.

Steve accepted the help. “That’d be great. I really wanna get this table together before my friend comes to town to visit me this weekend. She’s gonna bring her girlfriend and her girlfriend really doesn’t like me.” Steve confessed with a laugh.

“No? How come?”

“She thinks I’m stuck up or something, I dunno. I guess it’s because I was an asshole in high school.”

Billy shrugged. “Yeah me too.”

“I’m gonna bring these boxes down and then we can put together my furniture now, if you can.”

“I don’t have anything else on my schedule. I was gonna grab my mail and binge watch something.”

“Sorry for ruining your plans.” Steve teased as the elevator door opened.

“You’re not sorry.” Billy softly chuckled.

They returned to Steve’s apartment together and assembled his table.

“Finally, it’s not a piece of shit little table like the last time you were here.”

“Yep. An actual decent table with some nice chairs.” Billy nodded satisfactorily. “Looks pretty good.”

“You wanna stay for dinner? A-as a thank you. I’ve got a lasagna prepped, if you’re hungry.”

Billy paused before accepting the invitation. “Sure. I could eat.”

Steve popped in his lasagna and toasted some breadsticks, then made 2 plates for himself and Billy.

“Looks damn good, Harrington. I didn’t know you could cook.”

“My mom was always cooking and baking for charity events and dinner parties so I helped out in the kitchen here and there.”

Billy took his first bite, a moan nearly slipping out of his mouth. “Jesus, this is the best food I’ve had in a long time.”

“Really? I-I’m sure you probably cook quite a bit yourself.”

“I don’t cook at all. No idea how.”

“Really? W—I could teach you, if you want. A-and we could eat a few meals together, if your schedule’s free.”

“I live where I work and I have all my meals alone. It’d be nice to eat with someone for a change.”

“You uh…want some wine? I dunno if you drink or—“

“I drink. I’ll take a glass.”

Steve poured a glass of wine for each of them, and they continued to chat into the late hours of the night. Steve fell asleep on his new couch and Billy washed the dishes before leaving Steve’s apartment and heading to bed.

His heart was racing practically the entire night and he couldn’t understand why. What was so great about the hot neighbor-slash-tenant with his soft, fluffy hair and his smooth voice and his stupid smile. Yeah, okay, maybe he looked sexy in an apron and knew his way around the kitchen and he was like a wife, who could also be a husband and he was every goddamn thing Billy wanted—but what’d that matter? He was damned to spend his life alone in that shitty building until Neil died and he was free to demolish it someday.

Only then would he be free.

A month passed. Billy had dinner with Steve at least twice a week. Sometimes their dinners would turn into movie nights. Steve even invited him over for party games when his friends came into town to visit.

And each moment they spent together, only caused Billy to fall deeper in love.

Steve had to work, so there wouldn’t be any dinner that night. He made sure to give Billy some leftovers from the night before, so Billy heated them and ate them before going to bed early.

He groaned in annoyance when his sleep was disturbed by a late night phone call.

“Another emergency?” He wondered, when he noticed Harrington’s name on the screen. It was 9:52 PM. Did his pipe burst again?

“Hey, Steve, what’s wrong? Is it the pipes?”

“No, but, I do need something repaired. Could you come by for a moment? If it’s not too much trouble.”

Steve was more of a treasure than trouble to Billy. He was the only sense of life in his dreadful world. He would come anytime Steve called, no matter how late.

“No problem, be right there.” He responded cooly, concealing his excitement to see Steve again.

He grabbed his tools and headed down the hall. Steve opened the door before he could knock.

“Alright, show me where the problem is.”

“It’s uh…not something you can use tools for.”

Billy raised a brow in confusion. “What’re you talkin’ about, Harrington?”

“Can—can you fix a broken heart?”

This is what he called me over for?

Billy laughed. “If I knew how, I’d fix my own.”

“Whenever I catch a glimpse of you around the building, you always look so sad and alone. I just…I hate seeing you like that.”

“I’m not like that when we hang out, if that makes you feel better.”

“It does. Because I feel better when I hang out with you too.” There was a long pause as they averted each other’s eyes. They could feel their hearts nearly beating out of their chests. "You like my coffee, you-you laugh at my jokes. You support my ambitions. Even my friends like you!"

"Yeah, your friend's girlfriend seems to like me more than she likes you."

They shared a laugh, and Steve's smile slowly faded as his gaze turned serious.

“W-what I’m saying is...” Steve clenched his sweaty fist “I think…I think I’m falling for you.”

Billy gasped upon hearing the confession. Was this a dream? Was he still in his bed, fast asleep? Maybe he should pinch himself to find out.

“You sure you’re not just trying to get a rent-free apartment?” Billy joked.

“Is uh…is it working?” Steve replied in jest.

Billy nodded. “Yeah. A little bit.”

When Steve gently pulled Billy into his arms, embracing him, Billy knew for sure this wasn’t a dream. He hadn’t been held like this in forever, maybe never. His mom used to hold him tight, but that was familial love. This was…a new and unexpected romantic gesture.

Billy did everything he could to hold back his tears.

Steve gently pulled away, looking into Billy’s cloudy eyes with his own.

“You really can fix anything, can’t you?”

“I dunno if I would call this fixing, but I’m definitely building something new with you.”

Steve kissed him softly, and Billy melted into his arms. For a split second he imagined merging with Steve and never parting with him again.

“One day, you and me, we’re gonna get the hell outta here. We’re gonna do everything we’ve ever dreamed of, and we’re gonna be happy.”

“Steve, this is the first bit of happiness I’ve felt in a long time. I’m almost satisfied with this.”

“You don’t have to settle, babe. We’re gonna have a beautiful life together, and you’ll never have to fix some shitty pipes ever again.”

“I’m holding you to that promise, pretty boy.”

They sealed the deal with another kiss.

And Steve did keep his promise.

Thank you for reading! Please look forward to something incredible from @adelacreations ❤️

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The Red Means I Love You | Prologue

She treats him differently, she doesn't make fun of him or call him names. She was nice, she was pretty, she wasn't very smart but that's okay, he'll help her study. She was becoming someone who he couldn't let go of, he refused to let her go. She was his source of light... she was his everything and he'll protect her forever.

🎤 PAIRING: yandere!ni-ki x female!reader (Kurasawa Rin)

🎤 GENRE: yandere au

🎤 AUTHOR'S NOTE: this story is inspired by the song 'The Red Means I Love You' by Madds Buckley and the Japanese horror movie 'Liverleaf', the story is quite similar to the movie as is it heavily inspired by it.

🎤 CHAPTERS: 1

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"There's a fresh face joining us today." "How did you find out?" "Word's been spreading like wildfire." It was odd, hardly anyone switched schools at this juncture. With high school nearing its conclusion and exams looming large, anyone making such a move must possess remarkable intelligence.

“Alright everybody, please give our new classmate a warm reception," the teacher announced, prompting applause from the students. The newcomer appeared visibly anxious, hands trembling as he clutched a camera hanging from his neck. Avoiding eye contact, he sought out a seat at the rear of the classroom.

Choosing the middle row at the back, he sensed the weight of curious gazes upon him, feeling as though he might be consumed at any moment. Attempting to return some of the looks, it didn’t help that he was the tallest in the class but thanks to his long fringe, no one knew who he was looking at.

Finally, school ended. The relentless stares had become overwhelming. Though it was normal for this school, it was located in the mountains. Barely anyone wants to deal with having to walk so far, even if they catch the bus, they still need to walk up the mountain so it was normal for them to be surprised that there was actually a new student. People in this school were either born around this small town or didn’t have enough money to send their kids to a better school.

He liked it. The school's entrance was adorned with an array of flowers, among which the spider lilies stood out, their vibrant red akin to the sun. With his camera slung around his neck, he couldn't resist snapping a photo, he loves taking pictures of pretty things.

“Oi Rin-chan, don’t forget to do the homework for Japanese!” “I know, I know,” Rin replied, unlocking her bike and wheeling it out of the school gates. Just before she set off down the road, she noticed the new student engrossed in photographing the flowers. Amused by his comical poses, she couldn't help but chuckle, causing him to straighten up abruptly.

“Sorry, didn't mean to disturb you. I was gonna walk away but couldn’t help but notice you.” She chuckled once more. “It’s alright…” his voice barely audible over the wind. “Everybody loves making fun of me anyways…” he mumbled, though Rin caught every word. “I just thought you looked adorable trying to find the perfect angle," she reassured him with a smile, but he averted his gaze, embarrassment flushing his cheeks. The red started to spread on his face and he wanted the ground to eat him alive.

Trying to maintain his composure, he returned to photographing the flowers as Rin approached, still holding her bicycle. "Mind if I take a look?" she asked, surprising him with her friendliness. "I'm Kurasawa Rin by the way, but you can call me Rin."

The boy nodded before handing her the camera, the strap was still hung around his neck so she had to move really close in order to see the pictures. His face started to betray him once more, his cheek was now hotter than ever.

“You're quite the photographer, Riki, was it?” Rin inquired, double-checking the name she heard from the teacher, she wasn’t really one to listen. “Y-yeah, I’m Riki… but I would prefer if you call me Ni-ki instead…” He stammered.

“Sure,” Rin agreed cheerfully, noting Ni-ki's curiosity. Most people would question his preference, but she accepted it without hesitation, which both intrigued and unnerved him.

“Well, I should head home now. It'll be dark soon. You should go too, Ni-ki," she advised before walking away with her bike, and as she walked down the road he couldn’t help but grab the camera and attempt to capture the figure. It was a pretty scene, the path she was walking revealed the town's structure which was breathtaking. He thought it was a perfect addition to his 'Movie Scene' collection. He jumped a little as she turned back to catch him mid-action.

Startled by her sudden glance backward, he feared she would find him creepy, but instead, she smiled—a charming gesture that melted his heart. She did a peace sign with one hand while the other held onto the handle. He captures it. His heart skipped a beat as she turned away and continued to walk down the road. He wanted more. He wanted to capture her beauty more. He finally thought of a new collection. He was gonna call it the 'Kurasawa' collection. He can't wait to capture more pictures for this collection.

To be Continue

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