Ukrainians fleeing with their pets. They don’t leave them behind. 🐶🐱🙏
I can’t imagine the pain and heartbreak picking up your pets and leaving your home. Heartbreaking for all. 💔
Praying for peace between Ukraine and Russia and all over the world.
the boston brute series: pt. 4 (what are you doing in my house?)
The Boston Brute - Pt. 4 (What Are You Doing In My House? DUAL POV)
Pairing: NHL!Chris Evans x Athletic Trainer!Reader (female character)
Summary: When you graduated from Northeastern University, you had your sights set on the West Coast. And then you were offered a position with the Boston Bruins Athletic Training Department. And then you met Chris. A 6′3″, ruggedly handsome hockey player dead set on making your life a living hell by pushing every button and getting on every nerve. Despite your obvious distain for each other and the ‘No Fraternization’ clause in your employee contract, you’re drawn together in a passionate, fiery love affair that seems to burn everything in its wake.
Warnings: Legal alcohol consumption (reader is in late 20s). Weed mentioned very briefly. Talks of people having sex. Reader gets groped in a bar, someone tries to get her to leave with them. Language. (18+ please. Minors will be blocked.) Let me know if I missed anything!
A/N: I love this ppppaaaarrrtttt. It was a lot longer than I originally thought it would be lol
W/C: 9.1k
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Reader POV (picks up where pt. 3 left off)
You peeled out of the parking lot, laughing to yourself at the look on Chris’s face.
He definitely hadn’t expected you to throw Dean back at him. Not that you had really expected the jealousy you felt when he brought up the puck bunny waiting for him at home… but regardless, you got more of a reaction out of him than he did out of you. Add another tally to the mental scoreboard! Kind of… Was it honestly a tally on your end if you were so damn jealous of the girl he had in his bed tonight? Maybe each of you deserved a tally. He knew exactly what he was going to do when he brought it up. It was made very clear that the tension you felt wasn’t just on your end.
You felt a little bad on your drive home, as confusing as it was, he was pretty upset about what Dean had said to you and he did take a penalty to put him in his place, but Chris was so fucking pushy. And enough with the ‘princess’ talk already. Who does he think he is? It’s so unprofessional and if he kept it up, someone was going to think that something was going on between the two of you. You laughed at the thought.
Sure, you both have clearly noticed that there was some… attraction… but that’s all that it was. Chris was an asshole. A ripped, tall, attractive asshole. But still an asshole.
Several minutes later, you pulled into the driveway, excited to tell Marlowe about Dean getting his ass kicked. Although, knowing Payton, he would’ve already told her what Chris did. He never misses a Bruins game.
You walked through the front door and your heart sank. Your best friend sat on the couch, her beautiful brown eyes were bloodshot and overflowing with tears. Dropping your things, you rushed over to her. “Babe, oh my god, what happened?” You rested your hands on her thighs, giving her a second to collect herself. Whatever it was, she was really hurting.
Best Friends Brother - Chris Evans x Reader (Part 12*)
Summary: You and Scott have been best friends ever since you were 10, meeting at summer camp. Being best friends with Scott means you know his family very well. Especially his older brother. After a failed attempt at dating Chris when you were 18, when you move to LA for a job will you and Chris grow close again? What would the world think? and most importantly what would Scott think?
Word Count: 2.5k
Warning: Fluff, SMUT 18+ ONLY, Angst, Language
You woke up the next day with the feeling of something heavy across your abdomen. You look down to Chris’ arm draped across your stomach. You looks to the side and see Chris fast asleep his head resting on his hand, lips parted ever so slightly.
You roll over to face him, moving gently to avoid waking him. You lie there and just watch him for a while. You notice a strand on his hair out of place, so you instinctively brush it back into place. You hear Chris sigh in content as you hand moves to cup his cheek, your thumb brushing over his beard. He begins to shift, leaning into your touch. You see a smile pulling at his lips as his eyes flutter open. His bright blue eyes set their sights on yours and the small grin on his face grows into a larger one.
“Mornin’” he drawls sleep still evident in his voice.
“Morning” you smile back at him before leaning over to press your lips to his.
Chris smiles into the kiss, his hand finding your face and he moved to hover over you. He kisses you deeply as you wrap your arms around his shoulders keeping him there.
Best Friend’s Brother - Chris Evans x Reader (Part 7)
Summary: You and Scott have been best friends ever since you were 10, meeting at summer camp. Being best friends with Scott means you know his family very well. Especially his older brother. After a failed attempt at dating Chris when you were 18, when you move to LA for a job will you and Chris grow close again? What would the world think? and most importantly what would Scott think?
Word Count: 3.1k
Warnings: Angst, swearing, slowburn
You were walking through the grocery store trying to find everything on the list Scott had given you.
“Scott on the list you just wrote alcohol, could you possibly be more specific?” You ask him balancing your phone on you shoulder as you looked at the list.
“Um well I don’t know what people want exactly but it’s a BBQ so mostly beer I guess, I’ve already got spirits and mixers if people want them so maybe some wine too” Scott answers as you start grabbing a couple cases of beer.
“Any brands in particular?” You ask.
“Uh no the usual should be fine, unless your boyfriend has any specific tastes” Scott says.
“Ah yeah about that, Jake can’t make it” you mutter.
Best Friend’s Brother - Chris Evans x Reader (Part 3)
Summary: You and Scott have been best friends ever since you were 10, meeting at summer camp. Being best friends with Scott means you know his family very well. Especially his older brother. After a failed attempt at dating Chris when you were 18, when you move to LA for a job will you and Chris grow close again? What would the world think? and most importantly what would Scott think?
Word Count: 2.9k
Warnings: slow burn
In the new year your life had taken a turn you didn’t expect. You’d been busy at work all through January, but you’d finally finished your paper and it was ready to be published. You were looking forward to your workload easing off for a while, just while you found a new research project. Which you could put off for as long as you wanted really. You’d managed to put it off for pretty much all of February. However your boss then offered you a job that you couldn’t refused. You did say you wanted more control over your life, maybe accepting this job would be the way to do that.
So here you were, walking through LAX arrivals suitcase in hand ready to start a new job with UCLA studying the mountain lions in the area. When you saw Scott he jumped excitedly running over to give you a massive hug as if it hadn’t only been 2 months since you’d seen each other.
“Ahhh oh my god welcome to the city of angels, you’ll love it here” Scott says excitedly grabbing your bag walking out of the airport with you.
When we step outside the you feel the sun and warmth hit your skin. You sigh grateful to be out in the sun instead of the cold. You see Steve stood waiting for the two of you besides the car.
the boston brute - pt. 3 (the first game (Chris POV)
The Boston Brute - Pt. 3 (The First Game - Chris POV)
Pairing: NHL!Chris Evans x Athletic Trainer!Reader (female character)
Summary: When you graduated from Northeastern University, you had your sights set on the West Coast. And then you were offered a position with the Boston Bruins Athletic Training Department. And then you met Chris. A 6′3″, ruggedly handsome hockey player dead set on making your life a living hell by pushing every button and getting on every nerve. Despite your obvious distain for each other and the ‘No Fraternization’ clause in your employee contract, you’re drawn together in a passionate, fiery love affair that seems to burn everything in its wake.
Warnings: Chris is an asshollleeee, language, sexual innuendos, parental death mentioned, Chris gets into a fight, blood mentioned. Toxic ex is mentioned and introduced into the fic. Smut mentioned, (18+ only, minors DNI)
A/N: Can we all just agree to fight Dean? Also, my fics still aren’t showing in the tags, please reblog if you can ❤️
W/C: 7.8k
Disclaimer: This is a work of fiction. All players and scenarios are made up completely. This story does not reflect things that actually happen in the NHL or with it’s players.
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The first game of the season.
Chris walked past the line of fans and press, his face remaining impassive and unreadable despite the questions and praise being thrown at him. ‘Welcome To The Jungle’ by Guns n’ Roses blared through his airpods, blocking out most of the noise as he entered the building and made his way to the locker room, his dress shoes sticking slightly to the rubber floor as he walked. T-Minus 3 hours until the face off.
He walked past your new office, dipping his chin in his version of a greeting when you stepped out. You jumped in surprise, almost running into him when you exited the room. Chris wanted to smile when his greeting was met with an ice-cold glare, satisfied that you were successfully pissed off. He blamed his indifference towards you on your ‘rainbow and sunshine’ personality, trying to rationalize his behavior because no one was really that fucking happy in life. Ever. Something was hiding beneath your happy-go-lucky façade and he was going to break you.
He’d gotten pretty close, but he wanted to see you unravel, not just throw a couple f-bombs at him. Still, Chris imagined that this side of you wasn’t something Connor was accustomed to. He had been very surprised by your reaction last week when you’d told him to fuck off. Chris thought it was funny. Connor did not. He definitely ripped Chris a new one for how he’d been acting towards you.
He, of course, tried to defend himself, reciting some of the insults that you’d thrown his way, but Connor didn’t care. Chris knew that he couldn’t exactly play victim here.
He wasn’t Mr. Sunshine, and there was a reason they called him the Boston Brute. He was an asshole. Chris was unapologetically blunt, he took what he wanted, and he made no apologies for whoever he fucked over in the process. On and off of the rink. His mother blamed it on hockey. That it was a savage sport that had turned Chris into a man who lacked emotion and empathy. Someone who solved his problems with his fists instead of words. Though this past week, his words proved to be just as lethal.
You sat in the corner of the couch, the hot coffee mug still in your hands, it was currently 4:30am and you were waiting. Just, patiently waiting. It was true you were married to a powerful man, but you came from a powerful family too. The front door opened, and shut, the alarm system notifying the person entering that the door had been opened.
You did that on purpose tonight, not setting the alarm, seeing how you’d been home for only 15 minutes now. You smirked as he missed you in the living room, however the smell of coffee still lingering in the house. “Don’t suppose you’d care to share where you’ve been?” You called out hearing his footsteps falter in the kitchen. The silence laid heavily as he made his way into the living room. You rest the hand with the coffee cup on the back of the couch; your nails tapped in a rhythmic pattern in the mug. “You can’t seriously think I’m that stupid can you?” You asked him. Chris stared at you, busted obviously but he wasn’t about to let you win.
“What are you talking about?” He asked putting his hands in his pockets, where a small lacy thong sat. “I saw you tonight. She’s pretty. Smaller than me......prettier.....younger” you said staring him dead in the eyes.
Chris could have a mean cold stare...but what you had in your eyes...Chris had never seen before. “Never....will I ever....take another,” you said looking down at your wedding ring. “Boy the feeling that gave me, when you said that, I swore you were different...you may be this big bad mobster boss.....but you swore yourself to me.....” you stared him in the eye again as you slowly brought your coffee cup up to your mouth. “So what....you wanna leave me?” He asked as you smirked “we both know you’d never allow that, you’d rather kill me....which you’d just be doing both of us a favor.” You said as you stood and walked to the kitchen.
“Next time you fuck around on me.....I’ll gut her while she’s on your dick, and I’ll make you go to prison for it.” You whispered to him before starting up the stairs. “Then.....I’ll have you off’d in prison.” You said without missing a beat as you walked up the stairs, all the while Chris watching you go.
Pairing: NHL!Chris Evans x Athletic Trainer!Reader (female character)
Summary: When you graduated from Northeastern University, you had your sights set on the West Coast. And then you were offered a position with the Boston Bruins Athletic Training Department. And then you met Chris. A 6′3″, ruggedly handsome hockey player dead set on making your life a living hell by pushing every button and getting on every nerve. Despite your obvious distain for each other and the ‘No Fraternization’ clause in your employee contract, you’re drawn together in a passionate, fiery love affair that seems to burn everything in its wake.
A/N: This series will have smut, this is an 18+ blog. Minors, DNI.
Disclaimer: This is a work of fiction. All players and scenarios are made up completely. This story does not reflect things that actually happen in the NHL or with it’s players.
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Part 1 - Mr. Evans (w/c = 7k)
Part 2 - Sweden Sounds Nice (1/21/2021)
Part 3 - The First Game (1/24/2021)
- there will be additional parts, this is all that I have written out so far! -
𝒘𝒂𝒓𝒏𝒊𝒏𝒈𝒔 : smut, fingering, light mentions of violence
𝒔𝒖𝒎𝒎𝒂𝒓𝒚 : reader and vi share a cell, after an reader gets into a fight.
𝒘𝒐𝒓𝒅 𝒄𝒐𝒖𝒏𝒕 : 1.8K
𝒏𝒐𝒕𝒆𝒔 : i'm sorry for not posting the past two days sdfjks, i'm currently working on other fics that should be coming soon!! i'm working on new characters so look forward to that :))
You stood in the elevator next to the guard with crossed arms, a small huff coming from your lips. It had been two months since you arrived at Stillwater, for some petty crime that honestly wasn't even worth the conviction. You had followed their rules up until now. Some inmate had started a fight with you, and coming to the realization you weren't getting out any time soon, you snapped. The fight ended with him unconscious and you on your way to Solitary.
He led you down the long hallway once the doors opened. You kept your gaze to the floor, but you could hear the other prisoners throwing themselves at the bars of their cells. Most made crude comments which only made you clench your firsts. You just wanted to get your cell so you could be alone. To relax, and maybe get some rest.
The guard opened the cell, shoving you inside before slamming it shut. You tripped over your feet, falling to your ass as you cursed under you breath.
"Well, if it isn't my cupcake." You heard that familiar voice ring through your ears.
You stood up, brushing yourself off. "I have nothing to say to you." You snipped, walking to the wall and leaning against with crossed arms.
You knew Vi, though it wasn't like you saw much of her. The two of you met when you first arrived to Stillwater. Being new meat, you were the center of everyone's attention for days. Meaning, everyone in this shit hole got a kick out of harassing you and trying to antagonize you. At first, it was easy to ignore. It wasn't even worth giving any of them what they wanted. The only goal you had in mind was trying to get out as soon as you could. Shit happens though, hence you winding up in this cell with the brawler.
She was one of the ones who were relentless with you. Constantly teasing you, putting you down, making shitty comments. All to get a rise out of you, but you never gave her that satisfaction.
You heard fists colliding with the wall, making you jump a bit. She was punching it like it was nothing. "What got put you down here?" She asked, continuing her attack on the concrete.
You scoffed, "Some fucking asshole. He deserved it."
Earning a chuckle from her, she shrugged her shoulders. "They usually do. Just, kinda hard to believe that someone like you could find themselves down here."
You frowned, "Someone like me? The fuck does that mean?"
Vi let her hands fall to her sides, sweat starting bead on her flesh. She finally turned to look at you with a lop sided smirk, "Cmon now, cupcake. You're just a sweet, little girl."
That only worsened your mood, you just wanted peace and now you weren't very positive that you'd be getting any quiet any time soon with her as your cellmate. You rolled your eyes, not even bothering to give into the petty attempt to get a rouse from you.
Suddenly, she was kneeled down in front of you with a hand on your chin. "What'd he do, sweetheart? Hurt your feelings?"
You shoved her hand from you, "Fuck you, Vi."
Her hand dropped from your chin as she smirked, "Only if you ask nicely."
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It had been a few days since you got put in Solitary with Vi, and things were not much better. You barely got any sleep with how much she continued her antics. You figured she'd get bored, but you were wrong. So very wrong..
Though she was in the middle of working out, which meant a break from her comments. You were sat with your back to the wall, with your elbows resting on your knees. The only thing that could be heard in the cell was the sound of her heavy breathing. You watched as she did sit ups, eyes habitually falling to her flexing muscles. The inked skin wet from the sweat, pulling tightly and relaxing with each movement. The strands of pink hair that fell in her face was damp, sticking to her forehead and cheeks.
As much as she annoyed you, you couldn't deny that she was attractive. That bothered you more than anything, since you couldn't stand her. Being stuck with her had been literal hell, and you had already sworn to yourself that kicking that dude's ass was the last time you were going to give in to your impulses. At least out there you could get some damn sleep, and have some time to yourself.
"You're staring." Vi smirked, pulling you from your thoughts.
You scoffed at her remark, "You wish."
She picked herself off the floor, heading your way. You groaned as you leaned your head back against the wall. Should've just kept your eyes anywhere else, you thought to yourself. Once she was sitting next you, you made sure to keep your gaze to the wall. Not wanting to give her the satisfaction of looking at her anymore than you already had.
"What is it? Am I making you nervous, babe?" She teased.
You rolled your eyes, "If by nervous, you mean getting on my damn nerves. Then yes."
You stood from your spot, walking to the opposite side of the cell. Before you could turn to lean against it, suddenly a hand was slammed against it. You quickly turned, your back hitting the wall as you stared at her with wide eyes. Her arm was placed next your head, her faces only inches from her.
Her breath could be felt on your lips. Those steel eyes looking into yours, that same smirk plastered on her face. You couldn't help but let your eyes flicker to her lips, noticing the slit of the scar. This was the closest you had been to her, and you started to notice little things about her that you hadn't beforehand. The slit in her brow, the freckles that peppered her cheeks, the piercings on her nose and ears, the ink on her neck.
You squinted your eyes at the tattoo on her cheek before snickering. "You didn't tattoo your own name on your face." You teased, though she didn't seem phased.
"Seems as if you like it. Seeing as though you can't keep your eyes off me." She replied, leaning closer until her lips brushed your ear, "Don't think I didn't notice you looking at my lips either."
Her words made you blush, embarrassed that your eyes had betrayed you twice now. When she pulled away, she brought a hand up to your cheek, caressing it with her thumb. "If I didn't know any better, I'd say cupcake has a little crush."
"How could anyone possibly have a crush on someone as infuriating as you?" You scoffed, crossing your arms.
She leaned in until her lips ghosted yours, close enough to feel the heat of them. You were shocked to feel your arms dropping as you stared at her mouth. Her lips looked soft, like they would feel good against your own. Before you could lean in any closer, she pulled back with a shit eating grin.
"I'd say you're full of shit." She snickered, watching as you frowned.
Without thinking, you grabbed her by the tank top and pulled her closer. You smashed your lips against hers, kissing her with a roughness that she returned. Her hands grabbed yours, pinning them above your head as she stepped closer to you. Her chest was now pressed flushed against yours.
Her lips felt good against your own, as she kissed you with hunger. Just the kiss alone was enough for your head to go dizzy. You swiped your tongue against her lower lip, wanting more. She parted her mouth more, letting you slide you tongue inside. It glided over hers, as the two of you explored each others mouths.
She pulled away with that all too familiar smirk, "What were you saying before?"
"Shut up, stop talking." You mumbled, pressing your lips to hers again.
Her hands dropped yours, moving to your chest. They glided over your breasts down to your stomach, and back up again before cupping your tits in her calloused hands. She kneaded them, deepening the kiss. You felt her hands then slide under the tank top you were wearing, gasping once you felt her hands on your bare skin. She took your nipples between her fingers, playing with them with the occasional gentle tug.
You moaned softly against her mouth, moving your hands up to her hair. One tangling in the damp locks, the other grazing on her undercut. Her hands moved down to the waistband on your pants, circling the skin below your stomach a little before dipping her hand inside the fabric.
Once you felt her fingers grazing your clit over your underwear, you pulled back from the sudden contact. She watched as you breathed quick, how your chest rose and fell with each breath you took.
"I bet you're already soaked for me, aching for my fingers to be inside you." She purred, beginning to rub you slowly.
"Vi.. Shut the fuck up, and touch me. Please." You breathed, putting your weight against the wall.
She chuckled, lifting one of your legs and bringing it to her waist. She pushed your panties to the side before dipping two fingers between your folds and stroking you up and down to gather your wetness. "See I was right." She teased, before sliding two digits into your entrance. She fucked you hard, not wasting any time.
You whimpered from how good the feeling of her fingers inside of you felt. A hand was brought to your mouth, silencing the dirty sounds coming from your lips. "As pretty as you sound right now, if you get us caught, I won't be able to fuck you for a while." She whispered in your ear.
You did your best to hold back your moans she fucked you faster. She was getting off on watching as you fought with yourself to keep quiet. Though, she wanted to make you scream. To have everyone in this damned prison hear how good she fucked you, how good she was making you feel.
You could feel yourself tightening around her fingers, which only caused her to fuck you faster. You couldn't help but let out a string of muffled moans against her palm. It was oddly attractive, her forcing you to keep silent. Doing something that could risk in severe punishment from the guards.. The riskiness of it. It was all adding to the building release in your stomach.
It wasn't long until you were cumming against her fingers. She dropped your leg, pulling her hand out from your pants. She kept eye contact as she sucked her fingers clean. "I guess you meant what you said that first night, huh?" She asked with a laugh.
You glared at her, "If you want that to happen again, I suggest you quit it the dumb comments."
Warnings: Smut, mature content, fingering, oral, body worship, swearing, mentions of blood and bruises
Word Count: 3,300~
Notes: It's my first time writing Vi and I haven't written in almost a year so I might be a little rusty! Pardon any grammar mistakes or weird edits because I'm on mobile 😓 Hopefully you enjoy this and if you think I'm doing okay then I might write for her again! I thank you all for taking the time to read this! ❤️
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The faint glow of colorful neon from outside slipped through the old, glass-cracked windows of the small house you two had found safety in after a not-so pretty encounter with some goons.
Just a few hours back in the undercity and Vi managed to start a fight with someone and forced you to carry half of her weight through rotting streets and alleyways into some decomposing building before more trouble came your way.
The pink-haired had won the fight and sported a proud smirk she was shamelessly flashing your way, bloodied lips and teeth aimed at your face twisting with concern.
"C'mon! I kicked all that ass and I don't even get a word from you the whole way here?", Vi teased with a light chuckle and a nudge of a bruised elbow against your sore side, hoping to lighten the mood.
You sighed and pushed her elbow away, patting the sore spot on your ribs with a little hiss. "I'm amazed at how little self-control you got. You couldn't go an hour without trying to beat the shit out of someone? Forty minutes? Shit...fifteen minutes, even?", your tone wasn't nice but it had no malice either -- you were just tired and sore and you didn't enjoy seeing her hurt even though you knew she had been through much worse.
Vi pursed her lips, tilted her head in thought and glanced at your illuminated form standing above her as she nursed a bruised jaw. "That was at least, uhm...eight minutes without a fight.", her tongue clicked and she chuckled again and this time managed to pull a slight smile from you.
"A new record…", you laughed and dropped down to sit at her side, both backs against a wall full of abstract grafitti. "Let's aim for double digits next time, yeah?", you grinned and slapped her thigh.
You couldn't see her that well but there was enough light for you to notice Vi glancing down at where you had let your hand rest -- over her thigh.
You noticed the way she bit on her bottom lip and seemed to swallow the air stuck in her throat, her bright blue eyes studying the length of your fingers and arm, distracted by your chest heaving from the slowly dwindling adrenaline, to your jaw and parted lips. She let her eyes linger for a few moments before moving closer with a smirk that made your insides do flips. But this one wasn't like before… It wasn't playful… It felt raw and...dirty…
Maybe you were distracted by her sultry look and didn't mean to, maybe it was on purpose and you wanted to encourage her further but you squeezed her thigh and that was when she pounced…
Vi's lips crashed against yours, hungry and needy and rough and everything you expected from the pink-haired. You felt how she touched your left wrist and heard movement, how the skin of your hand met the cold wall and how the other hand did the same. She was nimble and swift and in a split second had your arms pinned, the weight of her body over your lap, her skin so hot with the salty scent of sweat and the pungent smell of copper.
You wanted to tell her she was hurt and should be careful but her lips were so relentless that all you could do was moan against her needy mouth, ball your hands into fists and surrender yourself to the shape of her lips; to the faint taste of blood on her tongue that made you flush and shiver with each swipe against yours.
Vi pulled away for a short moment, catching her breath and resting warm forehead against yours, the hold on your wrists loosening just enough for you to know that if you wanted to escape, to end this between you two, that you would be able to.
You looked up to find a hesitant Vi with her beautiful blue eyes staring down at you, her head a couple of inches away, chewing on her bottom lip as she waited for certainty from you.
It was cute -- you thought -- how she could be a brute and a hard-head and still seem so timid and almost innocent, something that you don't think she allowed herself to be around others...so the fact she let you see a bit of vulnerability meant a lot to you and filled your chest with courage.
You saw her mouth open as if to say something but quickly close at your amused smile as you leaned forwards and closed the gap between you both with a tender kiss to the scar on her upper lip before drifting downwards to engulf her in a kiss that emboldened her to tighten the grip on your wrists and push herself closer, chest on chest, her body trapping you against the painted bricks.
With her so close you could feel her heart pounding behind thin layers of clothing, feel her hot cheeks, feel the stray pink hairs tickle your face, feel her breath on your skin. She could feel your flushed face radiate warmth, your lashes touch her skin, your heart beating back with a force that drove her to move her palms down your wrists, caressing the flesh until her fingertips met with fabric and you felt her snarl into the kiss.
Vi licked your bottom lip before she pulled away with a huff, hands shooting for the front of your coat, fumbling with the buttons. A small giggle left you and her attention snapped up at you, the smile on your face so adorable she had to kiss you some more, grinning against your lips as the thick coat was pushed off your shoulders.
"You're so fucking cute, you know that? You ever been told that you got the face of an angel?", Vi mumbled between kisses to the side of your jaw, tracing a path down to the side of your neck to lick and suck on. Hands busied themselves with the front of your pants, undoing belts and slipping under a thin shirt, eager to explore your body.
"An angel?", you hummed and closed your eyes to the feeling of marred fingertips caressing the lines of your hips, squeezing them, moving to the skin of your belly. Her mouth worked a mark onto your neck, a nice and purple one, deep enough to last a good while. She smiled proudly at you, hands inching up second by second, pushing shirt up with them, fingers resting below your breasts.
"Gonna make you see heaven, babygirl…", Vi purred with a swipe of her thumbs over the thin layer of cloth that made you gasp lightly. She pulled it down to reveal your chest and you felt the cool air bite at your exposed skin, quickly replaced by the warmth of her palm covering your tits.
You let out a dragged out sigh and bit on your bottom lip, looking down at blue eyes glued to the flesh peeking through her fingers. She seemed so mesmerized, whispering about how soft you were, squishing and running fingers over the hardening peaks, playing with them with a pleased smile.
"Having fun?", you teased, flushed features glowing under the neon lights. Vi smirked up at you and nodded, groping your breast with a little hum, pulling a giggle out of you. Your amusement quickly left when you saw her head dip and felt her lips wrap around your nipple, tongue slipping out to give it a teasing lick, making you squeak.
"Oh, sensitive little thing, aren't you?", Vi hummed against your chest, placing kisses around the hard nub, letting her lips faintly brush against it but not quite giving it the attention you wanted. You could feel yourself pout and a curse bubbling inside your throat but the sound died when her warm and wet mouth took hold of your nipple, sucking, kissing, licking and feeling teeth graze it ever so gently.
You tried to squeeze your legs, feeling yourself growing wet with the doting Vi put on your chest, switching to your other breast, toying with that nipple with her mouth, fingers with the other. A moan slipped past your lips, eyes closing for a moment, the buzzing of the neon outside mixed with your breathing and the pink-haired's hums.
"Vi…", you let out a whine at the slight rocking of her lower-half against your thighs. "Let me touch you…", words fell on deaf ears, her attention on the in-between of your tits, kissing and licking a line down in the direction of your belly, leaving wet kisses where the waistband of your loosened pants started and the bits of warm skin ended.
"...let me touch you…", you repeated, knowing she could hear you just fine but pretended not to. You could see the kind of game she was playing and you really didn't want to give her the satisfaction of begging. Not when she had that stupid smirk on her face, looking up at you as if to challenge.
"Where are 'ya manners?", Vi cooed and slowly pulled your waistband down and with a little bit of wiggling from you, pushed it towards your boots, letting the fabric hang around them. "You that pretty voice of yours if you want something…", she chuckled, mouth latching onto your hipbone, kissing towards the other and then the front of your underwear, eyes watching your reaction.
You chewed on the inside of your cheek, eager for her to continue but prideful enough not to break so easily. She thought it was fun how you tried to act tough, biting and pulling on the thin fabric of your panties, lips curving into a pleased smile when a breath was taken. You stared at her with a blush on your cheeks, pink bathed by the green from a sign that gave you enough light to see she too had a flushed expression...and color on her jawline.
"You sure you can do anything with that sore jaw of yours?", you snorted at the offended look she gave you, teeth releasing the waistband of your underwear. "Wouldn't want you to strain it…", a small laugh left you at her frown, knowing she'd take everything you had said as a challenge.
How the tables had turned…
Though with her warm mouth attaching itself to your right thigh, you weren't sure you really had the upper-hand here. But you liked seeing her so determined to prove you that a sore jaw wouldn't stand in the way of her taking care of you…
Vi kissed and swiped her tongue over your flesh, giving it the attention it had given your neck to get a colorful mark to appear. You ran your fingers through her hair, combing loose strands into place, touching where hair was shorter on the side of her head, caressing over the metal on her ear to the back of her neck. Carefully you pushed a hand under the bright jacket, scratching the skin up to thin hairs and then back down again, trying to give her the hint to ditch that annoying jacket.
"Hmm, didn't ask nicely yet…", the pink-haired grin grinned against your bruised thigh, turning her attention to the other one, kissing towards the thin cloth covering you, fingertips pushing it aside just a little for you to feel her lips so close to your folds.
You held on for a bit longer, still refusing to beg...but when she leaned forwards and pressed her hot tongue against your front, licking you through a thin pair of panties, your brain short-fused and a quiet "please" left your lips. You felt a rumble against your core, heard her chuckle and glance up at you with a shit-eating grin.
"Good girl...wasn't that hard, uh?", Vi teased and pulled away, earning a whine from you. "Patience, babygirl…", she huffed at you, brows furrowed in a stern frown. You closed your mouth, watching her toss the jacket away, sitting in front of you in that sleeveless hoodie, muscular arms covered in dark tattoos glistening from sweat under the neon.
Your eyes studied them for a while, oblivious to the proud smirk on her face. Without hesitation you reached forwards and touched them, giving them a squeeze, caressing up and down, letting your fingertips trace the shape of the gears.
"Like them that much, uh?", Vi spoke up, getting your attention back. "You want me to flex for you, pretty thing?", she smirked at your shy nod and flexed, muscles bulging under your warm palms, fingertips squeezing the meat in pure delight.
"... you're so hot, Vi…", you murmured.
She smiled, "You haven't seen anything. Be a good girl and I'll take this off.", she pointed at the hoodie with her thumb, grinning. "Spread your legs nice and wide and let me have a taste.", her command was laced with hunger and it sent a shiver down your spine, forcing your legs open.
"That easy, uh? Just gotta tell 'ya what to do to get you like this?", her palm cupped your front, tips of slender fingers poking playfully at the wet spot in your panties. Blue eyes studied your face, warm with a blush and a little pout. She gave your lips a peck and lowered herself between your thighs and with a quick glance up at you, pulled your panties down.
"Vi…", you hissed at the feeling of her lips kissing over your warm folds, tongue darting out to push against your clit. Your thighs were pulled over her shoulders, a hand shooting for her head, careful in clutching pink hair as the other slipped under your shirt to toy with your own breasts.
Vi moved her tongue downwards, licking a line towards your dripping cunt and then back up, wrapping lips around the sensitive, pulsating nub that made you squirm and moan. She hummed, the vibrations making your thighs shake.
"Holy shit…", you moaned at the kissing and the licking and the sucking of your clit. It felt so good and overwhelming and made your body feel nice and warm and like your bones were made of goo as if you were melting under her eager mouth.
And dear lord she was eager…
The pink-haired moaned loudly against your pussy, made sounds so obscene they were fitting of a brothel, ate you out with a hunger that made you forget everything around you. Her fingers dug into the meat of your thigh, keeping it open with an almost bossy push when you tried to close your legs. Other hand disappeared between your thighs and you felt her rub circles on your clit while her tongue dipped lower, licking and prodding at your wet cunt, feeling hot breath against it when she growled up at your trembling form.
"Want 'ya to cum all over my tongue and my fingers…I want you to make a mess…", Vi nibbled on your inner-thigh, hard enough to hurt but with her fingertips playing with your clit, the sensations mixed and it felt good as well. "In that order…", she smirked before pressing her mouth back between your legs, licking stripes up and down your pussy, kissing folds, flicking tongue against your clit, attention everywhere and anywhere in a pace so erratic you couldn't predict her actions…
So when the tip of her hot tongue dipped into your dribbling cunt and her fingers started their circular motion on your raw, sensitive button, you threw your head back and let out a dragged out moan.
Vi hummed in pleasure at your fingers pulling on her hair, the moment of pleasure she had been building up washing you over like a wave...and when you thought she'd give you a break to take in some air, her tongue was replaced by a finger, stretching you in such a delicious way you arched your back off the wall and moaned her name.
Her mouth covered your clit and she curled her finger inside of you, fingertip grazing soft walls and she started a slow and rhythmic back and forth that made your juices drip down her hand and had you seeing stars. Vi kissed your clit and watched how your eyes closed tight and your jaw hung open with each labored breath coming out in a faint cloud that dissolved in the cool air. She was proud. She was so proud of herself for making you feel good, making you look like a hot mess…
Another curl from her digit inside of you with her hard-working lips and tongue on your clit and you knew your body wouldn't be able to handle much more. Your thighs squeezed her head in place, a lewd moan left you and you felt your walls squish her slender finger. You heard her moan softly and whisper praise against your gushing, twitching cunt, giving it one last, long and tedious lick.
"Vi, fuck...holy fuck…", you needed a moment to collect yourself, to breathe in some air, to let your body stop shaking all over. Vi watched your chest move up and down with each struggled breath, an arrogant smirk on her face. She touched your lips with her messy fingers and you didn't even need to think about it -- you licked her long finger clean, half-lidded eyes meeting hers hooded by lust.
"Such a good girl…", she caressed your bottom lip and smiled, a foreign tenderness reaching her for a split second. "Let's aim for double digits next time, uh?", Vi snorted and you moved her hand away, pouting like a child but cracking soon after and letting out a soft laugh that made her smile.
"You're horrible and I hate you…", you teased.
Vi cleaned her mouth with the back of her hand and faked a gasp. "You can't hate me after I made you cum…", the pink-haired leaned forwards to rest her chin on your chest, looking up at you.
"...you make it hard to hate when you look at me like that.", you smiled and she grinned, reaching up to kiss you. You tasted yourself on her tongue and it made your stomach start to heat up again.
"Like what?", Vi kissed your chin.
"You know…", you trailed off, "Like a kid on their birth-name…", your fingers combed through her hair and she hummed against your chin, blue eyes glancing up at yours with a fondness you never thought you would see in the other woman.
"Because I made my girl feel all good? Yeah, I'm happy…", Vi pursed her lips, realizing what she had just said. My girl. So you were her girl…?
"Well…", you could sense she felt a little awkward and tried to avoid your stare. You decided to lighten the mood. For now, at least. Maybe another time you'd ask her if she meant that, if she actually wanted you to be her girl...girlfriend...
"How about I make you feel good too?", you gave her a timid smile, "I remember you saying you'd take this off…?", you pulled on the hoodie and she chuckled, pushing herself back to study your face, still flushed and sweaty but with an eager smile.
"Are you sure about that? Wouldn't want 'ya to strain yourself…", Vi mocked your earlier comment and you snorted, reaching towards her head to give it a rough tug, hearing her moan softly and then hiss, regarding you with a look between pissed, surprised and excited.
"I owe you…", you purred.
Vi bit on her bottom lip when you released her hair and when you palmed her breasts through the hoodie, accepting you wanted to return the favor without much complaint. Though if you thought you'd get away with trying to be in-control, that was a lesson she would be quick to teach you.
natasha brings you lingerie shopping and while in the changing room, it soon becomes more than lingerie
older!natasha romanoff x young!reader
warnings: major age gap, reader is of age, public sex in a public changing room, fingering, lingerie kink?
not proofread, but this one-shot is also part of the kotenok universe, you don’t have to read that series since it doesn’t really matter but this is a one shot
A/N: hello! here’s some content for the whores! happy reading <3
(18+ Only) Warnings: daddy kink, dom/sub dynamic, degradation, praise kink, spanking, fingering (wanda receiving), edging, oral-sex on strap on (r receiving), face-fucking, strap-on use, choking, breeding kink, cum-filled strap on
anon requested: can i please request a wanda x fem!reader smut one shot? dom!reader and sub!wanda. the avengers (specifically nat) tease reader about being a bottom (they don’t know that reader is an absolute top) and wanda’s soaking it all in until reader snaps and (not very subtly) takes wanda back to her room to absolutely rail her with her strap? love your work btw <3
Summary: Y/N reminds Wanda who really has control in the bedroom.
Word Count: 2K
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Since day one of your relationship with Wanda, the entire team liked to make assumptions.
The biggest one being that Wanda ‘wore the pants’ in the relationship, as your annoying teammates liked the put it.
You understood why they might think that way. Your girlfriend is powerful in most aspects of her life, having powers that allowed her to overpower any of her opponents with ease.
Despite your attempts to tell them that you were the dominant one, no one really listened. It became a running joke throughout the Compound and you had put up with it pretty well, until tonight.
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You’d been sat with the team in the living room of the Compound. It was one of the rare nights where the world wasn’t falling to shambles, which meant you all had a day off.
Of course, you guys took advantage of it and decided to have a bit of a team bonding night with some alcohol and snacks galore.
Wanda was sat on your lap as everyone else was scattered on various couches, chairs, and some even on the floor.
You’d all been laughing at something Sam had said before the room died down. However, that didn’t last long when Natasha stared at the two of you with a smirk on her face.
“So, L/N. What’s it like being a pillow princess?” Your eyes widened at the assassin as the room burst into a fit of laughter once more.
“I wouldn’t know, because I’m not a pillow princess.” You came to your own defense as you glared at the redhead.
“L/N is a big bottom. It’s not opinion, it’s fact.” Tony spoke as he placed down his glass of wine with a cocky smile on his face.
Your glare turned to him and you scowled, wanting nothing more than to punch him in the face. Natasha let out a giggle while everyone observed and found humor in the conversation.
“Oh, come on L/N. We all know you’re the bottom in your relationship. There’s nothing to be ashamed of.”
Natasha took a swig of vodka as she continued her teasing, a satisfied glint in her eyes as you sent her daggers.
ㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤ
“Yeah, baby. There’s nothing to be ashamed of. You know I love topping you.”
ㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤ
You stared up at Wanda as she smiled down at you. Your annoyance increased tenfold as your girlfriend joined in on the ambush.
“Oh, yeah? You? Top me? Then prove it.” Wanda’s laughter came to an abrupt halt as her eyes widened. Of course, she didn’t know how to, because she wasn’t a top; you were.
You stood up, Wanda being forced to stand with you. You gripped her wrist firmly and dragged her out of the room as everyone watched in amusement.
They thought you were a bottom trying to act like a top, but little did they know; Wanda was the real pillow princess.
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As soon as you got into the room and shut the door, you turned around to face Wanda with your arms crossed over your chest and a raised eyebrow.
The Sokovian stood nervously, a stark contrast to the cockiness she exhibited moments ago.
“You’re the top, right? So, top me.” You smiled in satisfaction when Wanda didn’t make a single movement.
“Oh, that’s right. You can’t.” You pouted, your tone dripping with fake sympathy as you walked toward your girlfriend.
She took a step back with each step you took forward, but was forced to stop when the back of her knees hit the bed frame.
“You think you’re so funny, huh? Making everyone believe you’re the one who makes the demands in the bedroom?”
You reached a hand up and caressed her cheek. Wanda leaned into your touch before you quickly removed your hand and shoved her onto the bed.
“Strip and get on your hands and knees, slut. You need to be put in your place.” You barked out your orders before moving over to your closet.
You smirked as you heard her clothes hit the floor and movement on the mattress. You took your clothes off and attached Wanda’s favorite strap-on to your waist.
You walked back over to Wanda and smirked as she stayed still on the bed, waiting in anticipation for your next move.
“You’ve been a bad girl tonight, baby. I’m disappointed in you. You know what that means, right?”
Your hands rubbed over the globes of her ass, kneading the skin in your hands as Wanda shuttered at the feeling.
“Punishment, daddy.” Wanda croaked out and audibly gulped as you removed your hands.
A loud smack rang throughout the room as the palm of your hand rained down on her ass. Wanda let out a squeal at the burning sensation and moaned right after.
“Such a fucking whore.” You mumbled out before landing more slaps to her sensitive skin. This went on for a few minutes and by the time you were finished, her ass was bright red as her body shook beneath you.
“Aw, baby. I thought you were the top? It sure as hell doesn’t look like it right now.”
You let out a small chuckle as Wanda whimpered. Your eyes fell to her dripping pussy, she was absolutely soaked. Her arousal had spread to her thighs and you smirked at the sight.
Suddenly, you shoved two fingers into her entrance, catching the redhead off guard. A loud moan fell from her lips as you pounded her pussy with your digits.
“Fuck, daddy. You make me feel so good. You fuck me so good. Harder.” Wanda was a moaning mess as you continued fucking her.
You followed her command and moved your fingers in and out of her entrance at a faster pace. A loud scream came from Wanda as you curled your fingers, hitting her sweet spot expertly.
You felt her walls pulsing around your fingers and right when she was on the brink of her orgasm, you ripped your fingers away from her entrance.
Wanda turned her head behind her shoulder quickly, staring at you with her mouth agape and eyes wide, her cheeks flushed and hair sticking to her sweaty forehead.
ㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤ
“Wh- what?” Wanda asked in confusion and you smiled sweetly at her.
ㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤ
“Aw, baby. You didn’t think spanking was your only punishment, did you?” You let out a laugh as the Sokovian stared at you with tears brimming her eyes.
She watched as you brought your fingers back to her entrance, fingers ghosting her clit, before shoving them back into her pussy.
Wanda let out a pleased moan as you pleasured her once more, but just like the last time, you retreated your digits before she could revel in her pleasure.
You edged her a total of five times and by the time you finished your torture, Wanda’s upper body had collapsed on the bed as she sobbed in frustration.
ㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤ
“I wish the team could see you now. They would be able to see who really has control here.”
ㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤ
Wanda’s body was weak from the pent-up release. Her senses were on overload, the only thing she could focus on was how badly she needed to cum.
You rounded the bed, standing beside her head as she lifted her head to stare at you.
“You want to cum, princess?” You asked softly and the Sokovian nodded her head quickly.
“Then earn it. Get daddy’s cock ready for your pussy, fucking cockwhore.”
You didn’t have to tell her twice. As soon as the last syllable left your mouth, she gripped your cock with one hand and shoved the length into her mouth.
You moaned at the sight. Her eyes trained on yours as she took every inch of the toy slowly. Her cheeks hollowed as she sucked as hard as she possibly could, wanting nothing more than to please you.
You gripped the sides of her face and abruptly shoved the cock deep into her mouth, the sound of her gags filling your ears.
ㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤ
“You’re so much cuter when your mouth is stuffed with my cock.”
ㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤ
You fucked her mouth mercilessly. All Wanda could do was stay still and take it. Tears fell down her eyes rapidly as she continued to gag around the strap.
After a few more thrusts of your hips, you yanked her head off of her cock, the abrupt movement sending her into a coughing fit.
Without another word, you went back to your original position behind Wanda and teased her entrance with the tip of your cock.
“Please, daddy. I need your cock so bad. I’ll be a good girl from now on, just please! Fuck me.”
Wanda began to beg you profusely. You let out a small chuckle at her desperation and finally shoved the toy into her entrance.
The redhead moaned loudly as the toy stretched her walls perfectly. Your hands gripped her hips and you began to pound into her relentlessly.
The headboard tapped the wall from the force of your thrusts and you watched as her pussy sucked your cock in beautifully.
You bent down slightly and gripped her neck, pulling her body up until her back was flush against your chest.
Wanda was panting with each movement you made, completely aware of everything you were doing.
ㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤ
“Who’s in control?” You grunted into her ear, your hand tightening on her throat.
ㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤ
“You are! You are daddy!” Wanda’s voice was full of submission as she moaned out a response, and you couldn’t help but felt a sense of pride. You’d turn her into a submissive mess.
“I bet the team can hear your filthy moans. At least now, they’ll know what a dumb little baby you are for daddy.”
You let go of her neck, her body collapsing on the mattress. You growled before fucking into her as fast as you could, the sound of skin against skin intensifying.
Wanda’s moans were piercing as she gripped the bedsheets for dear life, her knuckles turning white as she succumbed to the pleasure; to you.
You slapped her ass harshly, a scream coming from Wanda at the sting that accompanied the action.
ㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤ
“Whose pussy is this?” You asked, your hand reaching under her body and ghosting over her clit.
ㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤ
“Yours! This is your pussy, daddy. No one else’s.” Wanda bit down on the sheets beneath her as you rubbed tight circles onto her nub, the pace of your thrusts never faltering.
“You want to cum, baby? Beg for it.” You stopped your movements altogether and Wanda let out a sob.
“Please let me cum, daddy. I’m nothing but a hole for you to fuck. I want you to fill me with your cum and fuck a baby in me. I’m a stupid whore for your cock.”
You could hear the desperation in her body and you decided that you’d tortured her enough.
You began fucking into her quickly, rutting into her like an animal in heat as your fingers rubbed her nub furiously.
You took in the sight of her sweaty, arched back. You couldn’t contain yourself and slapped her ass again roughly, resulting in another scream from the woman beneath you.
ㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤ
“You wanted daddy to fill you up? To fuck a baby in you? Then fucking take it, slut.”
ㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤ
You released the fake cum deep into Wanda’s pussy and that was all she needed to crash headfirst into a wave of pleasure.
“Daddy!” Wanda’s let out an animalistic scream of your name, her throat straining as her body froze.
She saw black spots as she was overcome with the most powerful orgasm she’d ever had.
You continued thrusting into her as she came down from her high. As her breathing evened out, you laid on top of her.
She winced at the movement, still aware of the fact that the cock was buried inside of her.
Wanda tilted her head to the side as you moved her hair out of her face, kissing her lips softly.
ㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤ
“Next time you try and pull a stunt like that, remember this moment. I won’t hesitate to fuck the brat out of you.”
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