synopsis 𓂁 I'll be gone by morning so getcha, getcha heels on the floor then so are you with me? be careful what you're wishing for 'cause i get freaky (based on the whole song)
pairing 𓂁 sub!dani x dom!gp!reader
content warning 𓂁 SMUT 18+ MDNI, p in v, oral (d receiving), sadomasochism (?), dacryphilia kinda, r is mean, this is the freakiest thing I’ve ever written idk, aftercare, porn WITH plot, dani is bad at communication and im bad at tagging warnings
word count 𓂁 3.4k
authors note 𓂁 happy wild day!!!
the final night of the european leg of the wildworld tour should have felt like a victory, and for everyone else, it probably did. the venue in copenhagen had been shaking for nearly two hours, thousands of voices rising and falling with every song while the stage lights swept over the crowd in waves of blue and red.
backstage, dancers were already peeling off jackets and throwing themselves into exhausted congratulations, crew members were rolling cables away from the wings, and someone had opened a bottle of sparkling water like it was champagne. but you barely noticed any of it.
you stood near the edge of the loading corridor with your dance bag hanging from one shoulder, still breathing hard from the final number, and watched daniela disappear through a doorway with her friends without looking back. it was the same thing she had been doing for weeks. every time you tried to catch her eye, she found something else to look at. every time you approached her, she suddenly had somewhere to be. messages went unanswered for hours, sometimes days, and whenever you asked if something was wrong, she gave you the same vague little smile and said she was tired.
you had spent the entire european leg pretending that it didn’t bother you, telling yourself that she was under pressure, that touring was exhausting, that there had to be some reasonable explanation. but tonight, after the last european show, after months of trying to be patient, something inside you finally snapped.
you waited until most of the dancers had gone upstairs before leaving the dressing area, walking through the hotel corridor with your jaw clenched and your hands shoved into the pockets of your hoodie. the hotel was unusually quiet after the chaos of the arena.
everyone had been told that there would be no immediate travel, no flights in the morning, no frantic packing before sunrise. the american leg was still a month away, and the group would remain in denmark for a few days before everyone scattered for their breaks. that should have made things easier, go take your mind off dani with sightseeing. instead, it made the silence feel unbearable because there was nowhere she had to rush off to. no excuse about rehearsals, no soundcheck, no airport, no stage call. if dani wanted to talk, she could talk. if she wanted to explain herself, she could. and if she didn’t, then you deserved to know that too.
you stopped outside her room and stared at the number for several seconds, feeling your anger compete with the part of you that still hoped she would open the door and somehow make the entire month of silence make sense.
eventually, you knocked, waiting a few seconds, and nothing. you knocked again, harder this time, and finally heard movement on the other side. the door opened just enough for dani to look through the gap, her expression immediately changing when she saw you.
“what are you doing here?” she asked quietly.
you stared at her. “trying to figure out why you haven’t spoken to me properly in weeks.”
her eyes dropped toward the floor. “it’s late.”
“i know.” your voice was sharper than you intended, but you didn’t soften it. “that’s not an answer.”
for a moment neither of you said anything. dani eventually stepped aside, allowing you into the room, and closed the door behind you. her suitcase was open on the bed even though there was nowhere she needed to go yet, clothes folded in uneven piles beside it. the curtains were partly open, revealing the faint glow of copenhagen beyond the glass.
she looked exhausted, but you were too angry to let exhaustion become another excuse. “you’ve been avoiding me,” you said.
dani crossed her arms. “i haven’t.”
“yes, you have.”
“i’ve been busy.”
“we’ve all been busy.” the words came out immediately. “we’ve all been on this tour. we’ve all been sleeping four hours a night and doing rehearsals and shows and interviews. somehow everyone else still manages to speak to me.”
dani looked away, and that small movement made your frustration burn hotter.
“look at me.” she didn’t. “dani, look at me.” eventually she did, and there was something in her expression that made your anger falter for half a second. she looked guilty. not annoyed, not confused, not indifferent; guilty. “why?” you asked. “why have you been doing this?”
she swallowed. “because i didn’t know what else to do.”
“that’s supposed to make me feel better?”
“no.” she rubbed her forehead and sighed. “i know it doesn’t.”
you took a step back, shaking your head. “then what am i supposed to think? you can’t disappear on someone for two weeks and expect them to just stand there and pretend it’s normal.”
dani sat down on the edge of the bed, staring at her hands. “after the london show, i realised things were getting complicated.”
you laughed once, bitterly. “complicated.”
“don’t,” she pleaded.
“that’s all you’ve got?” you asked. “you vanish, barely speak to me, avoid me backstage, and then when i finally ask you what’s happening, it’s ‘complicated’?”
the room went quiet again. outside, a car moved along the street below, headlights briefly crossing the ceiling before disappearing. you paced toward the window and back, unable to stand still. you had spent days swallowing your frustration, trying not to make a scene in front of the other dancers or the group, trying not to let anyone notice that something was wrong. now that the door was closed and there was nobody watching, you didn’t see any reason to keep pretending.
the silence in the room became a physical weight, pressing against your chest until the anger and the longing fused into a single, volatile impulse. you stopped pacing and looked at her, really looked at her, sitting there on the edge of the bed, looking small, yet infuriatingly distant. the guilt in her eyes was the catalyst.
you didn’t want explanations anymore; you wanted to erase the distance that had grown between you over the last few weeks.
you surged forward, the movement sudden and predatory. before she could even gasp, your hand cupped the back of her neck and you pulled her into a kiss that tasted of desperation and resentment. it wasn’t a gentle request; it was a claim.
daniela was caught off guard, her body stiffening for a split second, but as the heat of the kiss ignited, she melted. she kissed you back with a ferocity that betrayed exactly how much she had missed this, her hands clutching at your hoodie as if she were drowning and you were the only thing keeping her afloat.
you broke the kiss just enough to breathe, your foreheads resting against each other, both of you panting. your voice was low, dangerous. “do you want me?”
dani didn't hesitate. she nodded frantically, her eyes wide and clouded with a hunger that mirrored your own. “yes.”
“take off your clothes,” you commanded.
the authority in your voice sent a visible shiver through her. as she began to peel away her layers, you watched as she took off her red lacy bra, feeling your dick harden. you moved toward the bed, and with one sweep of your arm, you pushed her open suitcase and the piles of neatly folded clothes off the mattress, sending them scattering across the floor in a chaotic heap. “i’ll clean them up later,” you muttered, though neither of you cared about the mess.
you laid her back onto the sheets, her skin pale against the fabric, her chest heaving. you didn't go for the main event immediately; you wanted her desperate. you wanted her to feel every second of the tension you had been carrying for a month.
you slid down her body, your hands gripping her thighs and spreading them wide, exposing her completely to the dim light of the hotel room. as you pressed your face against her, the scent of her arousal hit you like a drug. you started slow, your tongue tracing the sensitive edges of her folds, teasing her with light, flicking motions that made her hips jerk upward in a frantic search for more pressure.
then, you dove in. you buried your face in her, your tongue working with a relentless, rhythmic precision. you focused on her clit, swirling and sucking with an intensity that had dani screaming into the pillows, her fingers digging into the mattress, into your scalp, anything that she could grip. you used your tongue to create a vacuum, pulling at her until she was sobbing, her breath coming in jagged, broken gasps.
while your mouth continued its assault, you slid two fingers deep inside her. she was already slick, drenched from the mere anticipation of you, and you used that to your advantage. you curved your fingers upward, hitting the g-spot with a steady, grinding motion that complemented the suction of your mouth. the combination was overwhelming; dani was shaking, her legs trembling violently as you played her like an instrument, driving her closer and closer to a peak she couldn't escape.
you could feel her muscles pulsing around your fingers, the internal contractions signaling that she was right on the edge. you didn't let her cross it yet; you slowed down just enough to keep her hovering, teasing her with light kisses and shallow thrusts of your fingers, making her beg for the release.
“please,” she whimpered, her voice broken. “please, i can’t...i need you.”
you looked up at her, seeing the absolute surrender in her expression— the same woman who had spent weeks avoiding you was now completely undone beneath you, begging for the very thing that would shatter her. you smiled against her skin, knowing that she was finally ready for your cock.
you paused your ministrations and slid back up her body, enjoying the way her skin pebbled beneath your touch. you positioned yourself between her legs, your own sweatpants already tenting from the sheer arousal of having her at your mercy.
with a deliberate slowness, you gripped the hem of your hoodie and pulled it over your head, revealing your torso. the air was cool against your skin, but it paled in comparison to the heat emanating from dani's body. you tossed the hoodie aside carelessly and moved to push down your sweatpants, your cock springing free and slapping heavily against your stomach.
dani's eyes widened at the sight, a fresh wave of lust washing over her features. she licked her lips unconsciously, as if already tasting you on her tongue.
"beg me," you growled, your voice a low rumble that seemed to vibrate through her body.
"please," she whispered, her hands reaching for you, desperate to feel your skin against hers. "please fuck me, yn. i need your cock inside me, stretching me, filling me. i miss it-i need you to make me forget everything but your name."
the words were like gasoline on a fire, igniting something primal within you. you grabbed her hips roughly and yanked her toward you, positioning the tip of your cock at her entrance. "is this what you want?" you asked, your tone a challenge.
"Yes," she breathed, nodding frantically. "yes, please, i need it. i need you."
you rewarded her with a slow, deliberate thrust, sinking into her wet heat inch by inch. a guttural moan tore from your throat at the sensation— she was so tight, so warm, and the way she stretched around you was pure ecstasy.
when you were fully sheathed inside her, you paused, savoring the feeling of her walls fluttering around your shaft. dani's back arched off the bed, her fingers digging into your shoulders as she adjusted to the size of you.
"fuck," she gasped, her eyes squeezing shut. "you're so big. i feel so full."
"and you love it, huh?" you replied, your voice dark with satisfaction. "you love feeling me stretch this pretty little pussy, don't you?"
"yes," she whimpered, her hips rolling against yours instinctively. "fuck yes."
you began to move then, pulling out slowly before slamming back in with a force that shook the bed frame. dani cried out, her nails raking down your back as you set a brutal pace, pounding into her with an intensity that bordered on punishing.
the room filled with the obscene sounds of skin slapping against skin, punctuated by dani's moans and your grunts of pleasure. you angled your hips to hit that spot inside her that made her seeing stars, your cock drilling into her g-spot with each thrust.
"you're mine," you growled, your hand tangling in her hair and forcing her to look at you. "this pussy belongs to me. say it."
"i'm yours," she panted, her eyes hazy with pleasure. "my pussy is yours, y/n. all yours."
daniela’s nails dug deeper into your back, leaving jagged crescents in their wake as you pounded into her with a relentless force. she was moaning directly into your ear, her breath hot and ragged, spurring you on to push further, harder, and deeper. your thrusts became rougher, jarring her entire frame against the sheets until tears of sheer overstimulation began to prick at the corners of her eyes. “more,” she whimpered, the word barely a breath.
you smirked down at her, watching the way her expression blurred between pleasure and complete surrender. “more?” you questioned, your voice a low, dangerous rumble. she nodded frantically, her hair splayed across the pillow like a curly, dark halo with white highlights. “isn’t this enough?”
“n-no. more, please,” daniela gasped, her head snapping back with a sharp cry when you thrusted deeper than before, hitting a spot that made her entire body go rigid. “so good. so- please.”
“you’re so greedy, dani,” you degraded, your tone dripping with a cold sort of ownership. “sucking me in so deep and you still want more. such a pathetic little slut.”
the words seemed to fuel her, her hips arching upward to meet every blow as she sought to consume every inch of you. you gripped her hips, your fingers bruising the pale skin, pinning her down as you accelerated the pace. the sound of skin slapping against skin filled the room, rhythmic and primal, drowning out everything but the sound of her desperate sobbing moans.
you leaned down, biting her shoulder hard enough to leave a mark, marking her as yours while you drove her toward the edge, before you kissed the teeth marks to soothe it. she was shaking now, her muscles twitching in a frantic rhythm, her voice breaking as she begged for the release you were teasingly withholding. you slowed down for a heartbeat, hovering just at the threshold, watching her eyes glaze over with a need so intense it looked like pain.
“please,” she choked out, “i can’t. i need to- fuck, cum”
“you’ll take exactly what i give you,” you whispered, before slamming back into her with an intensity that shattered her composure completely.
you leaned closer, your lips brushing against her damp skin, your voice a cruel whisper that cut through her haze of pleasure. “what if your fans knew how much of a slut you are? what if they saw you like this, begging and shaking under me? what would they think then?”
the thought of her curated image being shattered by the reality of her desperation sent a jolt through her. daniela’s eyes rolled back into her head, her mind fracturing under the weight of the shame and the ecstasy. she had never felt this good; no matter how many times you had hooked up, every single encounter felt like a new descent into something darker and more addictive— maybe next time she should ignore you more. she was completely undone, her voice a broken sob as she begged to finally cum.
you didn't give her the release immediately. instead, you reached down, your hand sliding over her slick heat to find the center of her pleasure. you began to rub her clit with a precise, agonising rhythm, teasing the very edge of her endurance. dani couldn't hold back any longer; she let out a strangled cry and arched her back violently, her body convulsing as she finally came, the orgasm crashing over her in waves that left her shaking and gasping for air.
as her peak began to fade, you felt yours approaching and started to pull out, intending to avoid finishing inside her. but the moment you shifted, daniela let out a small, desperate sob, her legs locking around your waist to keep you trapped.
“no, please,” she whimpered, her voice trembling with a raw, needy intensity. “inside. please, give it to me inside.”
you let out a low, dark laugh at her desperation, the sound vibrating against her chest. the request only fueled your own hunger. without another word, your thrusts picked back up, harder and more erratic than before, driving yourself deep into her as you reclaimed the rhythm, determined to leave her completely marked by the experience.
the tension reached a breaking point soon after as you drove yourself into her one last time, your own release hitting you with a violent force. as you came, the sheer intensity of it triggered something inside daniela; she felt herself cumming again, her body reacting in a sudden, explosive surge. she squirted all over your lower stomach, her muscles clamping around you in tight, rhythmic spasms that made your head spin.
for several long minutes, the only sound in the room was the heavy, synchronised thrum of your hearts. slowly, the storm subsided. dani stopped panting, her limbs going heavy and limp as the adrenaline faded into a warm, hazy exhaustion.
you carefully pulled out of her, the silence of the room returning. you leaned over her, your expression softening as you gently brushed the damp strands of hair away from her face. using your thumb, you wiped away the lingering tears of pleasure and frustration from her cheeks. “i wasn’t too mean, was i?” you murmured, a trace of that smirk still playing on your lips.
dani let out a weak, shaky breath, shaking her head slowly. “you’re so fucking lucky we don’t have any more shows for a month,” she whispered, her voice raspy and strained. she made a tentative attempt to sit up, but her body betrayed her.
as she tried to push herself up, her legs began to shake uncontrollably, giving out beneath her and sending her sliding back into the mattress. you let out a genuine laugh at the sight of her instability, the image of the poised, powerful performer reduced to a trembling mess.
“i’ll go run you a bath,” you said, your voice returning to a more tender tone as you stood up and stepped away from the bed.
dani didn't even have the strength to reply; she simply hummed a soft, tired sound of approval, letting herself collapse back onto the sheets, completely spent and utterly conquered.
once the bath was run, the bathroom filling with a thick, floral-scented steam that blurred the edges of the room, you returned to the bedroom. you scooped dani up in your arms, her body feeling light and fragile in your grip, and carried her carefully into the bathroom. you gently lowered her into the warm water, watching as she let out a long, shaky sigh of relief when the heat hit her aching muscles.
she leaned her head back against the rim of the tub, her eyes half-closed and glazed with a lingering haze of lust. as she settled in, she looked up at you with a mischievous, needy glint in her eyes. “can we do another round after?” she hummed, her voice sounding like honey. “prone bone?”
you couldn't help but laugh, the sound echoing against the tiles. the idea that she was already craving more after you had practically broken her was both amusing and intoxicating. “we can go all night long in as many positions as you want, dani,” you replied, your voice dropping back into that low, commanding register.
at those words, dani let out a small, pathetic whimper. she felt a sudden, violent rush of heat flood back into her core, the warmth of the bath water suddenly feeling secondary to the fire you had lit inside her. she shifted her hips under the water, the friction of the tub against her sensitive skin making her breath hitch.
she watched you from the water, her gaze hungry and desperate, already counting down the seconds until you decided she had been clean for long enough to be ruined all over again.
“hey,” she mumbled, the need vanishing from her eyes for a moment. “i’m sorry for ignoring you.”
you shrugged, having worked through your resentment, “it’s okay, daniela.”
synopsis 𓂁 high school sweethearts to strangers. y/n was hurt when he found out jennifer would be moving to korea forever, which led to their breakup. now y/n wants her back.
paring 𓂁 jennifer huh/huh yunjin x blk transmasc! reader
content warning 𓂁 teen!y/n was a dick so yunjin has some hostility towards him, hurt and comfort, fluff, bad attempt at humor. canon compliant
author’s note 𓂁 songs: words by alesso ft zara larsson, jennifer by trinidad cardona + more
synopsis 𓂁 y/n is the bassist and one of four vocalists for an up and coming rnb band. surprisingly early into their career, they start getting invited to award shows and parties where he meets megan. unfortunately for him, he’s too shy to talk to her
jealous!lara who insists she isn’t the jealous type, why would she get jealous? well until someone gets a little too comfortable with you. suddenly she’s appearing beside you out of nowhere, casually sliding into the conversation with the brightest, fakest smile imaginable while quietly making it very obvious that she’d like your attention back. she doesn’t get possessive necessarily, she gets clingy. she’ll find some excuse to hold your hand, hook her arm through yours, or lean against your shoulder. and then she’ll spend the rest of the evening practically glued to your side, resting her head on your shoulder or absentmindedly playing with your fingers.
jealous!lara who can always tell when someone is flirting with you before you do. you’ll walk away from a conversation completely oblivious while she’s standing there thinking, there is no way they were just being friendly.
jealous!lara who gets quiet instead of angry. she’s never been the type to start an argument in the moment. instead, she’ll smile through the interaction, wait until the two of you are alone, then ask who that person was while trying very hard to sound like she isn’t fishing for reassurance.
jealous!lara who immediately feels guilty for getting jealous in the first place. she trusts you completely, so the feeling frustrates her more than anything. she’ll usually end up apologising for being a little off, even though you never thought she’d done anything wrong. she melts the second you reassure her without her having to ask. if you absentmindedly reach for her hand after talking to someone else or naturally gravitate back to her in a crowded room, every little insecurity disappears almost instantly.
jealous!lara who can’t hide how relieved she gets when you instinctively choose her. maybe everyone is deciding where to sit, and without thinking you drop into the seat beside her. maybe a group is splitting into pairs and you immediately drift toward her. they’re tiny, unconscious decisions on your part, but to lara they mean everything because they remind her that she never has to compete for your attention. you always seem to find your way back to her anyway.
jealous!lara who doesn’t hesitate to remind you who your girlfriend is. obviously it’s not something that she does in public, but when you’re back at home, she’ll almost instantly push you up against a wall and kiss you until you need air. and if she’s feeling more jealous than usual, she’s leave little love marks trailing down your neck.
synopsis 𓂁 y/n is the bassist and one of four vocalists for an up and coming rnb band. surprisingly early into their career, they start getting invited to award shows and parties where he meets megan. unfortunately for him, he’s too shy to talk to her
megan was an absolute vision on that stage, a force of nature that commanded every single eye in the room. she had always been breathtaking, but there was something visceral about the way she performed— a raw, oozing confidence that radiated from her every movement while performing in front of fans and the outfits that left little to nothing to the imagination. every every curve on display created an agonising tension in the pit of your stomach, fueling a primal urge to simply reach out and tear those skimpy pieces of clothing right off her body.
but you held back, you could control yourself, you had to. a sex scandal was the last thing anyone wanted. so you played the part of the composed partner, though internally, you were fraying at the edges.
“y/n?” the sound of her voice snapped you back to reality. you realised you had been staring intently at the curve of her back for a few seconds too long. megan had turned around, her expression a mix of confusion and curiosity, tilting her head as she looked at you. “you good? you looked like you were in another dimension.”
you licked your lips, your gaze traveling slowly up from her legs to her eyes. you swallowed hard, the air in the kitchen feeling suddenly thick and heavy. the restraint you'd maintained all night snapped in a single moment of daring. “can i eat you out?” you asked, your voice low and lustfilled.
megan’s eyes widened, her breath hitching in her throat. a deep, crimson blush crept up her neck and flooded her cheeks. she instinctively glanced around the room; the bathroom was far from the ideal setting for such an act, megan much preferred lying down. but as she looked back down at you, she saw the hunger in your eyes. you looked like you were seconds away from begging, and the sheer intensity of your desire sent a jolt of heat straight to her core. she felt a sudden, heavy dampness between her thighs, her own longing mirroring yours.
a small, breathless smile tugged at her lips. “yes,” she whispered, the word barely audible. the moment the permission left her lips, you jumped up, closing the distance between you in a heartbeat. you crashed your lips against hers in a kiss that was less of a thank you and more of a claim, desperate and hungry. megan groaned into your mouth, her hands gripping your shoulders as she leaned into the heat of you.
your hands moved frantically, grabbing the hem of her cropped top and pulling it over her head in one fluid motion, tossing it carelessly onto the tiled floor. without breaking the kiss, you guided her forward before turning her around and pressing her down against the cool, hard surface of the bathroom counter.
megan let out a soft gasp as her palms slapped against the granite, her body stretching out before you. you trailed a line of searing kisses down the nape of her neck, moving slowly down the sensitive skin of her spine. as your lips pressed into the small of her back, megan let out a sharp moan, her back arching instinctively, pressing her hips back against you in a silent plea for more.
you didn't stop at the small of her back. you continued your descent, your lips leaving a trail of fire across her skin, savoring the way she shivered under your touch. every kiss was a deliberate, slow torture that had her gripping the edge of the granite counter so hard her knuckles turned white in anticipation. you could hear her breathing becoming erratic, those shallow, needy gasps that told you she was getting hornier with each second that passed.
as you reached the swell of her hips, you paused for a heartbeat, feeling the heat radiating off her. with one swift motion, you gripped the waistband of her grey sweatpants and panties, pulling them both down in one fluid tug. the fabric slid down her legs, leaving her completely exposed to the cool air of the kitchen and the heat of your gaze.
the sight of her from behind was almost too much to handle. she looked like a masterpiece, her skin glowing under the dim kitchen lights. without warning, you leaned in and sank your teeth into one of her ass cheeks, not enough to break the skin, but enough to leave a mark. megan let out a sharp, high-pitched whimper, her body jolting forward against the counter. at the same time, your hand wandered to her other cheek, fondling her firmly, kneading the plush skin in a way that made her hips sway uncontrollably.
“shhh,” you whispered against her skin, your voice thick with your lust. “don’t hold back. i wanna hear you. let me hear exactly how much you want this.”
megan let out a broken sob of desire, her head dropping as she leaned her forehead against the cold wall. “please,” she whimpered, “please, y/n.”
that was all the invitation you needed. you shifted your position, sliding down until you were kneeling behind her. you parted her slightly, the scent of her arousal hitting you like a wave, intoxicating and sweet. you didn't hesitate; you dove in, your tongue finding her center with a sudden, fierce vigour.
megan moaned, the sound echoing through the quiet house as you began to eat her out from behind. you were relentless, using a combination of broad strokes and kitten licks that had her whiny above you. she was shaking now, her legs trembling as she tried to keep her balance on the counter. every flick of your tongue sent a fresh jolt of electricity through her, and she began to moan loudly, no longer caring who might hear through thin walls.
you could feel the tension building in her muscles, the way she was pulsing against you. you increased the pace, your breath hot against her skin, determined to push her over the edge. megan’s cries turned into incoherent pleas, her fingers scratching at the countertop as she arched her back one last time, her entire body convulsing in a powerful, crashing orgasm that left her breathless and clinging to the counter for dear life.
even as megan’s body shuddered from the first peak, you didn't pull away. you stayed right there, your tongue continuing its rhythmic, relentless dance against her sensitive skin. at first you kept licking at her clit to help her ride through her orgasm, but as time passed you began to speed back up. she was completely overstimulated now, her nerves raw and firing with every tiny movement you made.
a small, shaky cry escaped her as she tried to shift, her breath coming in ragged hitches. “y/n- fuck. i can’t- it’s too much,” she whimpered, though her words were contradicted by the way her hips continued to roll.
you didn't listen. you wanted her completely undone. you pressed closer, your face buried deep between her thighs, and as she instinctively pushed back against you in a desperate search for friction, your nose nudged firmly against her entrance. the sensation of the pressure, combined with the wet heat of your tongue, sent a new wave of intensity crashing over her.
you leaned into the assault, increasing the speed and pressure. you were driving her toward a second, even more violent peak. megan’s hands were sliding across the granite, her fingers searching for anything to cling tightly to until she gripped the edges of the sink bowl as she began to tremble violently. she was trapped between the hard counter and your hungry mouth, with nowhere to go but deeper into the pleasure.
her moans began to shift, losing their depth and turning into high-pitched, frantic keens that filled the bathroom. she was practically sobbing now, her voice reaching a pitch of pure ecstasy that sounded almost like a scream. she began to thrash, her heels lifting off the floor as her internal muscles clamped down hard around the pressure of your nose and tongue.
the tension reached a breaking point. megan let out one final, piercing cry, her back arching so sharply it looked like she might snap, and suddenly, she came. a powerful surge of release flooded over you, her body convulsing as she squirted, the warmth of her climax soaking into your skin. she collapsed forward onto the counter, her chest heaving and her muscles twitching, completely spent and utterly conquered by your hunger.
you stayed there for a moment, breathing in the scent of her and the aftermath of her release, before you began to move. you didn't just pull away quickly, you started a slow, worshipful ascent back up her body. your lips pressed into her skin, leaving warm, lingering kisses on the backs of her thighs and the curve of her hips.
“you were so fucking perfect,” you murmured against her skin, your voice thick with praise. “so loud f’me, so wet. you took every bit of it, didn't you? god, you're incredible, megan.”
the praise seemed to melt whatever was left of her resistance. she let out a soft, shaky sigh, her body still humming from the intensity of the orgasm. you continued your journey upward, kissing each vertebra of her spine, your words a constant stream of adoration that made her feel like the only woman in the world.
carefully, you gripped her waist and guided her to turn around. she was a mess, her hair disheveled, her cheeks flushed a deep crimson, and small, glistening tears of pleasure clinging to her eyelashes. your heart softened at the sight of her vulnerability. you reached up, your thumbs gently brushing away the tears from her cheeks, your gaze locking onto hers with an intensity that made her breath hitch all over again.
without a word, you leaned in and pulled her back into a deep, searing kiss. as your tongues met, megan let out a low moan. the taste of her own arousal was still present on your lips and tongue, and the intimacy of it— the raw, salty sweetness of her climax— sent a fresh shiver of desire through her. she melted into you, her arms winding tightly around your neck as if she were afraid you might disappear.
when you finally pulled away, both of you breathless and reeling, megan’s gaze drifted downward. she blinked, noticing the state of you. your shirt was clung to your neck, damp and stained from her release, and several strands of your hair were glistening with her slick. a look of guilt crossed her face, and she bit her lip, looking up at you with wide, apologetic eyes. “oh my god, y/n,” she whispered, her voice still raspy. “look at you... i’m so sorry. i completely ruined your clothes.”
you smiled and kissed her nose, making her scrunch it up. “it’s okay, nothing the washing machine can’t fix,” she hummed, playing with a dry strand of your hair. “round two in the shower?”
synopsis 𓂁 savanna accidentally brings back the blindfold from her deaf, mute, and blind challenge so you decide to use it in the bedroom
content warning 𓂁 smut MDNI 18+, gn!afab!reader, dom!reader and sub!savanna, sensory deprivation (blindfold), strap usage but referred to as ‘cock’ or ‘dick’ occasionally, crying (?), slight overstimulation
word count 𓂁 2.2k
the bedroom felt unusually quiet, the kind of quiet that settles naturally between the two of you when there’s nowhere else either of you needs to be. moonlight filtered through the curtains in soft strips, cooling patches of the carpet and catching on the edge of the neatly made bed. somewhere outside, an owl hoots once before everything falls still again, leaving only the faint hum of the fan tucked into the corner of the room.
you stood a few feet away from savanna with your hands clasped behind your back, trying, and not at all succeeding, to hide the smile that’s been threatening to give everything away. the piece of fabric you’re holding is soft between your fingers, and when you finally bring your hands around in front of you, the black blindfold hangs loosely from them.
savanna notices it immediately and she tips her head to one side, her curls shifting against her shoulders as a smile begins to spread across her face. “tonight?” she asks, narrowing her eyes in playful suspicion as she watches you. there isn’t any real concern in her voice, only curiosity and slight excitement, as though she’s already decided that whatever you’re planning is probably harmless.
you laugh quietly, unable to keep the grin off your face. “yup,” you promise, holding the blindfold a little higher. for a moment, you simply look at her. then, with the blindfold still resting lightly in your hands, you ask, “do you trust me?”
the question hangs comfortably between you. savanna doesn’t answer straight away, not because she’s unsure, but because she searches your face for a second, reading the excitement that’s impossible for you to hide. whatever you’re planning, she can already tell you’re far more excited about it than she is, and that makes her smile even wider. “yes,” she says simply.
you can’t help smiling back. “yeah?”
“yeah.”
“you’re sure?”
there isn’t a flicker of hesitation when she nods. “i trust you.”
the words settle warmly in your chest, simple enough that they don’t need anything more. you step closer until there’s barely any space between you, lifting the blindfold so she can see it properly. “okay,” you say. “i’m just going to put this on.” she looks at the fabric before returning her attention to you with a nod. “can you lift your hair for me?”
without questioning it, she gathers her curls in both hands and lifts them away from the back of her neck. thick strands spill between her fingers as she glances at you with an amused expression. “like this?”
“perfect,” you reach forward carefully, making sure not to tug on her hair as you wrap the blindfold around the back of her neck first instead of pulling it straight over her eyes. your fingers working slowly, adjusting the fabric until it rests comfortably beneath the weight of her curls. “does that feel okay?” you ask as you make one last adjustment.
she gives a small nod. “yeah.”
“nothing’s pulling?”
“no.”
you smooth one side of the strap before smiling to yourself. “good. you can let go of your hair now.”
she releases it, and her curls fall naturally back into place, settling over the fabric until almost all of it disappears beneath the waves. you take another second to make sure everything sits comfortably before nodding, satisfied.
“okay,” you say softly. “i’m going to pull it over your eyes now.”
she stays perfectly still and with slow, careful movements as to not scratch her face with your nails, you lift the front of the blindfold and slide it gently upward until it covers her eyes. you smooth the fabric across her face, checking both sides to make sure there aren’t any gaps where light might sneak through.
“too tight?” you ask. she gives a small shake of her head. “too loose?” you adjust one corner by barely half an inch before taking a small step back to admire your work. “can you see anything?”
savanna blinks instinctively beneath the fabric before turning her head from side to side as though testing whether anything changes. after a moment, she shakes her head again. “nope.”
“you’re sure?”
“i’m sure.”
you smile, even though she can’t see it. “okay,” without making a sound, you raise your hand and hold three fingers up in front of her face. you already know she won’t get it right, but you want to be absolutely certain. “how many fingers am i holding up?”
she laughs softly, the sound filling the quiet room as she considers a question she knows she has a one in ten chance of answering correctly. after a moment, she offers her best guess. “five?”
you break into laughter for a moment before the room falls quiet again, but it’s an easy silence, one filled with the sound of shared smiles rather than words. you step closer until you’re standing right in front of her once more. reaching up carefully, you brush a loose curl away from her cheek before resting your hand there for just a moment.
then you lean forward and press a soft kiss against her lips. she whimpers into the kiss, her sense of touch being heightened slightly, trusting you completely, surrounded by nothing but darkness and the warmth of your touch.
when you break away, she smiles, “i think that was the best kiss i’ve ever had.”
you laugh softly. “yeah? should i blindfold you more?” savanna rolls her eyes from behind the fabric as you step away. she waits, anticipation building as you begin taking your clothes off until you were left bare. you reached out for something that was behind her on the bed and she shivered slightly at the cold air. “you wanna help me?”
savanna nodded quickly as you pulled the harness up to your hips. she reached out, her hands gliding down your torso to where the fabric sat on your hips and felt around until she found the buckles and pulled them tight enough so that the harness didn’t fall off your hips. when she was done, her hand slid down to grip the strap in her hands, stroking slightly.
“eager, huh?” you mumbled, “wanna get it ready for your pussy?”
the brunette licked her lips and nodded before sinking to her knees. she wasted no time, sticking her tongue out and licking a strip from base to tip that made you moan out. she smiled and began taking the strap into her mouth inch by inch. your eyes became hooded as lust filled them at the sight of savanna sucking your dick. you could cum from that alone, honestly. the sight of her bobbing up and down and the slight gags and wet noises coming from her mouth.
“okay,” you pulled back slightly, the toy slipping out of savanna’s mouth, making her whine, clenching her thighs together. “i know, baby,” you cooed at her. “stand up, sav.”
you helped her to her feet and began unbuttoning her shirt, pushing it off her shoulders and unbuckling her bra. savanna whined at the cold air against her nipples as you marvelled at her in front of you. you reached forward, pinching one of them making her moan and arch her back into your touch.
“how’s it feel?” you asked, continuing to pinch and tug before switching sides. you noticed how her legs trembled ever so slightly.
“so good,” savanna moans, “i’m so sensitive already.” you pulled away, grinning as her chest tried to chase your hand.
“back or stomach?”
“back.”
you hummed at her answer and gently laid her down on the bed. you leaned over her, watching as her body tensed in anticipation. “colour?”
“green,” savanna said quickly, “please, need you so bad.”
you cooed, seeing her eyes moving beneath the blindfold and attached your lips to her jaw, kissing down her neck and to her breasts. “that’s it, baby. keep making those pretty noises for me.”
savanna did as asked, mouthing falling open with whimpers and whines as your tongue circled her nipple, switching between kitten licks and soft bites that were soothed instantly by you sucking gently.
“please, baby. i need you so bad,” savanna whimpered, “please. so- so sensitive.”
“so needy,” you tsked, sliding down her body until you were at the edge of the bed. you enjoyed teasing savanna, but you could tell by the way her thighs were clenching that she was well past that, so you relented and pulled down her sweats and panties. you stared at her sex, awestruck by how gorgeous she was. your hands flew out when she tried to clench her thighs together again due to being exposed. “nuh-uh,” you scolded before leaning down you lick a broad stripe up to her clit.
savanna bucked up into you, moaning at the feeling of your mouth where she’d been craving you. you continued licking up from her entrance to her clit, moaning at her taste as she continued bucking up into you. savanna had gone mostly limp at this point. the lack of sight had led her to be in even more anticipation than usual heightening her need for you. at this point, she was babbling pleads, teetering on the edge of release.
you didn’t want to be mean, but you wanted to watch her cum on your cock, so you pulled away. a sob tore from savanna’s mouth followed by a string of “no’s” so you rubbed her waist apologetically.
“shh,” you said softly, “i want you to cum on my cock, okay?” savanna nodded as you looked up, seeing tears slip past the bottom of the blindfold. “colour, baby?”
“g-green,” she hiccuped, “please make me cum baby.”
“relax for me then baby,” you smiled at her and pulled your hand away from her waist. savanna’s breathing got shallower as the only things she could feel was the bedsheets and the fan blowing air around the room. you lined up the tip of your strap with her entrance and thrusted in slightly without warning.
the moan savanna let out bounced off the walls as her back formed a beautiful arch. you massaged her waist, pulled out before thrusting back in. you repeated the action a few more times before settling fully inside her.
“f-fuck,” savanna moaned as she adjusted to the intrusion. you stayed still, careful not to give her more than she could handle before she was ready. when she started moving her hips slightly, you took that as your cue and pulled back until only the tip was left inside her before slowly thrusting back into her.
you repeated the action, watching as her chest rose and fell with shallow breaths that mirrored your shallow thrusts. eventually, that wasn’t enough and she started begging for more. your thrusts got deeper and her moans got longer. shifting slightly, you pulled her legs up so that her feet could lock over your shoulder.
the new angle made her eyes roll back beneath the blindfold and she let out a high pitched sound. “more,” she cried out, “you’re so deep.”
“mm,” you grunted, “you like feeling me in your guts?”
you grinned at her begging and reaching your hand between where your two bodies met. savanna’s begs immediately turning into incessant babbles that made no sense. you continued circling her clit in time with your thrusts, loving the way she was writhing underneath you, pushing down to meet your hips, trying to take you deeper than was possible.
“ba-baby,” savanna panted, moans breaking through her words, “can i-can i cum?”
“you can baby girl,” you doubled your efforts, thrusts becoming faster, “cum for me.”
savanna’s body locked up, back arching painfully off the bed at your permission. she let out an ear piercing scream as you slowed down your moved, helping ride through her climax. her legs trapped you where you were. her body kept spamming for a few moments more as your hand came to a stop on her clit. your thrusts slowed down almost completely as savanna’s breathing levelled out.
you pulled out slowly, mumbling praises as savanna whined at the emptiness. “i know, shh,” you said, “you did so good for me.”
her body began to relax as you shuffling around, taking off the harness, before planting yourself next to savanna’s upper body on the bed. you sat her up slightly, gently pulling the blindfold over her hair, acknowledging that the fabric was slightly damp.
“you okay?” you asked softly, while she blinked quickly, adjusting back to the light. you kissed her forehead upon seeing the tears that clung to her eyelashes. “i’m so proud of you, you were so good for me. how was that?”
savanna whimpered slightly, subconsciously curling into you. “so good,” she said, voice trembling and hoarse from her moaning. “i’ve never- never felt like that before.”
you smiled, “yeah?”
“can we,” she gulped, suddenly getting really shy, like she was just realised that the two of you were naked, “can we do that again sometime?”
you grinned, kissing her lips, nibbling slightly on her bottom lip as she moaned into your mouth. when you broke away, you quickly pecked her lips once more before pulling away. “we can do that as often as you like.”
“the way you bite your lip, is that your way of tellin me you like it?”
synopsis- megan gives you an extra present for your birthday
pairing- megan skiendiel x tmasc!reader
tags/warnings- smut, established relationship, face sitting, breath play, biting (barely), praise, dirty talk, bit of fluff at the end
word count- 1.8k
a/n- stream love faces by trey songz
the warmth of your home welcomed you as you walked through the front door, megan trailing behind you. it was your birthday, and megan being the sweet girlfriend she was, had treated you to a nice romantic dinner. you shrugged your jacket off, carelessly draping it over the back of the couch. you felt hands slide over your shoulders from behind, turning you around to face the person they belonged to. you were met with megan lazily smiling up at you, reaching up to smooth your hair back. you leaned down to press your lips against hers in a languid kiss, just melting into each other as you wrapped your arms around megan’s waist.
you pulled away after a while, resting your forehead against megan’s, “thank you for dinner tonight, it was perfect,” you whispered, breath fanning over the girl’s lips. the smile returned to megan’s face at your words of appreciation, and she slightly leaned up to give you a small peck, nails lightly scratching at the back of your neck.
“mm, of course, baby,” megan leaned in again to nip your bottom lip— the girl had always said that biting was her favorite way of showing her love for you, and you never complained. you kissed her again, loving how soft and pillowy her lips felt. you truly believed you could spend hours just kissing megan. you were addicted to the little hums and whimpers that escaped her mouth as you parted her lips with your tongue, sliding it against her own.
the kiss was slow and sensual, the both of you feeling as though you had all the time in the world. megan’s hands slid from the back of your neck to gently holding each side of your face. your own hands that were resting on her lower back dipped down to the curve of her ass, softly squeezing and caressing through her dress. megan smiled against your lips as you felt her up, pulling away, “okay, i need to get this dress off.” she groaned as though she was feeling a bit uncomfortable.
you chased her lips with a few more small pecks, leaning back just to briefly admire how her face looked, illuminated by the dim lighting. you placed one last kiss on megan’s lips before nodding, letting her lead you upstairs.
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your shared bedroom was quiet as you began to undress, your sleep clothes folded on the dresser. the only light source in the room came from the soft glow of the bedside lamp. you pulled off your shirt, beginning to unbutton your pants before a smooth voice cut through the silence.
“baby, can you come help me with my zipper?” you turned around to find megan standing in front of the full length mirror, absentmindedly taking her necklace off. you hummed and walked over, her sweet perfume faintly wafting up once you reached her. your fingers searched over her back until you found the small zipper. you pulled it down slowly, revealing the smooth expanse of her back and the somewhat new tattoo along with it.
megan smiled at the way you carefully unzipped her dress. she pulled the rest off herself, until she stood bare in front of the mirror— in front of you. she was completely naked save for the lacy pair of panties she wore, their color a deep red. your eyes raked over her body’s reflection in the mirror. her collarbones, her soft tits, the small star tattooed on her ribs, her smooth stomach, the subtle outline of her abs. you slid your arms around megan’s waist, resting your chin on her shoulder. your eyes locked in the mirror, her hand coming up to caress your cheek.
your gaze trailed lower, settling on her thighs. her thick, plush thighs. the same thighs that you loved having your face squished between, barely receiving enough air. megan noticed your staring, smirking knowingly at your reflection. “you like my thighs, babe?” her voice had a teasing lilt, as though she was amused. you only nodded, her hair slightly brushing your cheek. megan breathed out a small laugh, patting your cheek. she turned to press a kiss to your temple, whispering, “well, then i think you’re gonna love the gift i have for you,” a kiss to your jaw, this time followed by a small bite to your earlobe.
your eyebrows furrowed in confusion, “hm? i thought you said the dinner was my gift?” you questioned. megan laughed at your cute little perplexed face.
she rubbed her thumb over your chin, “i know, but i think the birthday boy deserves to have two gifts, don’t you?” her tone of voice made your stomach turn a bit, catching on to what she was implying. you nodded slowly, not knowing what else to say. megan rubbed your bottom lip with her thumb, then patted your cheek once more, “go lay down on the bed for me, pretty boy.”
you complied easily, making your way on the bed and resting your head back against the headboard. you watched as megan gazed at her reflection in the mirror, hands coming up to palm and massage her own breasts, biting her lip. you only then realized how needy you had gotten, swallowing thickly as your body ached. megan then turned to face you, crawling towards you on the bed. she stopped at your hips, hooking her fingers in the waistband of your jeans and pulling them off, leaving you in only your boxers. megan trailed kisses up your sensitive stomach, then your chest, then your throat, and then just hovering over your lips, denying you the satisfaction of her lips against yours. megan knew just how to make you squirm, and it was unbearable sometimes.
she moved to straddle your stomach, gazing down at you, “i wanna ride your face, is that okay, baby?” your breath caught in your throat. god, that was more than okay. you loved when megan sat on your face. she always used her full weight, her thick thighs trapping you in. you nodded up at the girl, which apparently wasn’t enough for her. “words, babe.”
“yes- i want that. i want you to ride my face. please…” you couldn’t stop your desperation bleeding through your words, needing so badly for megan to engulf you in her heat.
“good boy,” megan smiled down at you, running a hand through your hair once before pushing you down so your head laid flat on the pillow. “now take my panties off.”
you slid the lacy underwear down megan’s legs, finding them quite soaked. you knew megan loved talking to you and treating you like this, and it showed. megan moved up your body, stopping when her glistening cunt was finally hovering right above your face. you immediately leaned up and tried to lick at her folds, but megan’s palm gently pressed on your forehead, pinning you to the pillow.
“slow down, baby. just relax and let me use that handsome face.” a quiet whimper escaped your mouth at megan’s words, but you listened and stayed put. her hand on your forehead slid up to grip your hair. “remember, if you need air just tap my thigh, okay?” you nodded, showing megan you understood. you found it embarrassingly sexy that megan could suffocate you with just her thighs and her pussy. you knew she would never let that happen, but it was quite fun to play with the idea.
you took a deep breath before megan finally sunk down on your face, entrapping you in her wet warmth. your hands wrapped around her thighs as you pressed open mouthed kisses to her cunt. she tasted sweet and tangy, her slick getting all over your face. megan let out a loud moan and gripped the headboard, rocking back and forth on your face.
“yeah, that’s it baby- fucking devour me,” she spoke mindlessly as you began to suck on her clit. “that’s a good boy, my perfect boy,” you moaned into her pussy at the praise, the vibrations making megan gasp. your hands slid up to megan’s ass, squeezing the firm muscles before slapping her right cheek. the spanking made her speed up her movements on your face. you felt her thighs squeeze you even tighter, squishing your cheeks and making it harder to breathe. you waited until you couldn’t take it any more and tapped her thigh twice.
megan immediately lifted off your face slightly to let you breathe. you sucked in a few breaths, feeling the cool air on your wet face. after you caught your breath enough, megan asked, “ready?” you nodded and megan sat back down on you. this time you slid your tongue inside her hole, thrusting in and out and making her scream your name. her wetness gushed all over your face, turning you on like no other. you ate like it was your last meal, alternating between tongue-fucking megan’s cunt and sucking on her clit. megan had become delirious above you, rambling and moaning out nonsense.
“oh shit, that tongue is perfect, baby- yes, good boy,” you knew her orgasm was quickly approaching. you felt your lungs burn at the lack of air, but you needed to make megan cum— you just couldn’t stop. you plunged your tongue in and out faster, giving another smack on her ass. “fuck! im so close, baby boy. yeah, you’re gonna take it- fucking drown in my pussy, baby,” your eyes rolled back in your head at her commands. you almost came on the spot as megan’s pussy began to flutter around your tongue.
you went back to relentlessly sucking on her clit and that was the last straw for megan. the girl let out a guttural moan as she released on your face. her creamy wetness gushed on your chin, some sliding down your throat making a complete mess. you began to squirm under the girl as you couldn’t hold your breath any longer, and megan lifted off of you as best she could. you gasped for air, reaching to hold megan’s hand as she came down from her intense orgasm. she scooted down to straddle your chest, waiting patiently and stroking your cheek as you caught your breath.
when your breathing returned to normal, megan leaned down to kiss your sweaty, slick forehead. your face was absolutely covered in megan’s juices, and you tried to wipe your face on the girl’s shaky thigh. she giggled at your attempts to dry yourself, pushing you back down on the pillow. “wait here, i’ll go get a towel.” you laid back as megan got off of you, making her way to the bathroom down the hall.
suddenly, all the built up exhaustion of the night hit you. your eyes began to flutter closed as drowsiness engulfed your body. you felt the mattress dip as megan crawled back up to meet you. your tiredness must’ve shown on your face, because megan started to laugh at the sight of you fighting sleep. she brought a towel up to wipe your cheeks, chin, nose, forehead, and throat. then after cleaning her own thighs, she settled in bed next to you, wrapping her arms around you as you curled into her.
she pressed a kiss to your slightly swollen lips. the last thing you heard before drifting off was a whispered “happy birthday, sweet boy.”
eunchae x idol reader who met before of eunchae star diary. you were one of the later episodes because you only debuted in 2024.
eunchae x idol reader who have become increasingly good at acting like nothing is going on. after years together (since a few months before your debut), you’ve perfected the balance between being friendly enough that nobody questions it and careful enough that nobody can prove anything. most people just chalk up your relationship to being the same age in sister groups.
eunchae x idol reader who make things worse for yourselves during collaborations by trying too hard to look casual. you’ll spend an entire dance challenge refusing to look directly at each other, only for fans to immediately point out how “unnatural” it looked compared to every other collaboration, coming up with the theory that the two of you hate each other. it helps you eventually learn that looking at each other for too little time is just as suspicious as looking for too long.
eunchae x idol reader who have fans constantly making little compilation videos of “three minutes of eunchae flirting with y/n.” or “five minutes of y/n being obvious about their crush on eunchae.” they’re always slowed down with vines cut into it and funny music over the top, zooming in on the split second where her eyes soften before she remembers there are cameras everywhere and she turns. underneath, the comments are divided between people saying, “they’re literally dating,” and others replying, “you guys are so delusional.” and you always end up laughing whenever your friends send you edits of yourselves. you’ll be lying in bed together watching a seven-minute compilation titled “proof eunchae and y/n are secretly in love.” while trying not to laugh too loudly.
eunchae x idol reader who have become experts at communicating across crowded rooms. one raised eyebrow means are you okay? a tiny nod means i’m fine. one quick smile before looking away again somehow carries an entire conversation.
eunchae x idol reader who treasure music show hallways because they’re some of the only places your schedules naturally overlap. you rarely get more than thirty seconds together before managers call you away again, but somehow those thirty seconds become the highlight of both your weeks.
eunchae x idol reader who have members who know exactly what’s going on and find your restraint almost painful to watch. they’ll see you pass each other backstage with nothing more than a polite bow before disappearing around separate corners. and they always have one member subtly creating opportunities for you to spend an extra minute together. “oh, y/n, could you help eunchae with this? i’m kind of busy.” suddenly nobody else seems particularly interested in helping where you’re more than happy too.
eunchae x idol reader who always get asked during interviews which idols you’re closest with. every single time, both of you deliberately name different friends first before eventually mentioning each other in exactly the same neutral tone you use for everyone else.
Hi! Im the one who requested the long term girlfriend Eunchae and I loved it. It was so good
Would you write a part 2 where reader is also an idol in another group so they have to keep it a secret, even though fans have some theories that they are dating (maybe by the way they look at each other when they have collabs/film tiktoks together) which makes other stans call them delusional
Sorry if this doesn’t sense, English is not my first language
Thank you!
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