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sexlapis · 6 months

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Ho! I loooooooveeee your actor toji fics! Is it possible to get added to the taglist? Thank you ~

Also an idea: a bts scene of reader getting sick on set(perhaps even collapsing) due to fatigue and toji taking care of them- I feel like that'd be such a hit ship moment irl :D

thank you for liking my fics <3 you can be added to the tag list 🩵.

and omg yeah i love that idea of reader overworking themselves and toji looking after them :’). and yeah i didn’t make it a behind the scenes clip i made a short fic abt it bc i do not know when to stop.. like give me an idea and i will fly away w it like a bird liek..i don’t even think this is what you asked for srsly…i hope you don’t mind (but i’ll add it to my tojiyn headcanons hehe)

cw: actor toji x actress reader, hurt/comfort, angst to fluff, swearing, petnames (‘kid’, ik people don’t like this one but i think it’s so sweet & so toji :)), collapsing, mentions of skipping meals/not eating, poor sleeping habits, feelings of loneliness & inadequacy, crying, toji taking care of reader, i made this way more angsty than you asked sorry :(

wc: 2k+

you dragged yourself through the doors of the studio, immediately bombarded by directors, stylists, scrip writers and other cast members on your way to the dressing room, only fuelling your fatigue and stress.

sleep was a foreign concept at this point. five hours at most. so were healthy, filling meals - the last time you ate was yesterday at noon, and for breakfast today all you had was a cup of coffee, not helping your nervous, exhausted state.

admittedly, you were not doing very well. you felt that your acting was subpar and you felt lonely and isolated on set. while everyone went with their friends for a break or lunch, you sat by yourself in your dressing room, your only company being the silence.

sure, toji was also on set too, but he played a very minor role, so he wasn’t always there. and even when he was sometimes, he would hang out with the other crew members, which wasn’t a problem of course, but it did sting a little when he chose them over you.

you just felt so lonely, anxious and quite frankly upset at yourself and the circumstances you find yourself in.

there are a few knocks at your dressing room door and you weakly tell them to come in.

toji peeks is head in. “hey, kid. we start in five..” he takes a look at your weary face, dark eye bags prominent even through the makeup the stylists caked on and the frown on your lips and just knows something is wrong.

“are you ‘right?” he asks quietly, like you’re a deer who’s about to run away at the slightest of sounds.

“yes, i’m fine.” you lie, a voice in the back of your mind wishing he’d just ignore you like everyone else on this damn set does.

“‘you sure? ‘cause you don’t look-”

“i said im fine! just get out.” you snap, heart beating and breathing heavily at your own outburst.

fuck. you didn’t mean to say that.

but toji doesn’t look offended. he just nods and walks away footsteps fading as you put your head in your hands and sob.

so there you are, acting in front of the camera with your colleague in a scene where toji appears in too and you just seem off. everyone assumes it’s just not your day today and they’re not exactly wrong. you lines were slightly forced, tired and you were jittery and clearly apprehensive, like you didn’t even want to be here.

“cut!” the director calls out, more than annoyed with your behaviour. it was the sixth take and you’re really trying to make it believable, but it’s futile.

“this is the sixth take _____. this is ridiculous. get your act together. let’s take five.”

you look down at your shoes, face hot and chest thudding with embarrassment due to the director calling you out in front of everybody. tears well up in your eyes and you sigh, blinking them away as everyone starts talking again, walking away leaving you standing there like an idiot.

it all becomes too much for you. your empty stomach, oncoming headache, exhausted body, dry mouth, furrowed eyebrows, sweaty palms-

you let your script fall out of your hand as you stumble off the green screen, trying to get to your room before a hand is grabbing your arm. you turn around and it’s toji again.

“hey..” he leans down slightly to your height, scanning you over once. “you don’t look so good, _____-”

you shrug him off, vision becoming blurred with black static and limbs heavy and shaky. “i-i jus’ need to go. to my..uhm-” you stop, rubbing a hand down your face harshly. “i just-”

and then there is black.

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you come to and realise that you are laying on your dressing room couch, staring up at the ceiling. reaching up, you feel a wet, cool cloth on your head. you take it off. still fuzzy and body essentially lethargic, you try to sit up.

“hey, hey, hey.” toji whispers.

oh, toji’s here.

“take it easy.” he helps you sit up on the arm of the couch. he hands you a bottle of water and you drink it like a god.

“wait, what happened?” you ask, still confused and disoriented.

“you fuckin’ fainted that’s what,” he states bluntly. “scared the fuckin’ dogshit outta me.”

“oh.”

toji sits beside you on a chair, looking at you closely. you look down.

“the med team checked you out.” he tells you. “said you fainted, collapsed-whatever the fuck. ‘cos of stress and exhaustion. they even checked your blood sugar and said it was low as fuck.” he pauses. “not dangerously low,” he adds at the sight of your worried expression, “but.. low enough.”

you sigh, falling back on the couch. you think back to how the director shouted at you, how annoyed he was, and how humiliated you felt. tears start to form again and you cover your face with your hands, not wanting to cry in front of toji. you felt like you’ve had enough embarrassment for today.

toji leans forward. “what’s happening with you?”

the way he said it, so soft and concerned, makes the tears fall down and cause sobs to escape your mouth, hiccuped breaths falling from your mouth.

“hey, hey, hey..” toji coos. he reaches to you and makes you sit up again so he can take you into his arms. you let him, sobbing into his shoulder and sucking up all the comfort he gives you. toji’s big hand strokes your hair and the other caresses your back softly.

“shh, sh, sh…” he calms you down a little, you sobs turning into sniffles. he leans back and gives you space but his hands stay planted on your back. “tell toji what’s wrong.”

you hum sadly, looking down and gulping. “i’m..i’m tired. i wanna sleep..”

toji waits for you to continue. he can see you want to say more so he doesn’t hurry you along, he just rubs your back and nods to let you know you’re listening.

“i..” you take a breath, “i dunno what to do..i can’t do this fucking role.. i’m fucking tired half the fucking day and my so called colleagues don’t even like me!” you try to calm yourself down, taking another shaky breath. “and i just feel..lonely all the time..” you cry out the last few words, feeling another sob session coming up and toji pulls you close, letting you ruin his shirt with your tears as he rocks you back and forth in his arms.

“it’s okay, it’s okay..” he coos, resting his face in your hair.

you both stay like that for a few moments, you weeps dying down before toji talks.

“you can play this part, _____. ‘you have any idea how good your are, huh? you can act circles around half ‘these guys.”

you scoff, pulling your lips together. “i dunno about that..”

“‘m serious. _____, you can act, okay? ‘wouldn’t have made it this far if you couldn’t.”

“yeah but..this one’s hard..” you sigh, voice cracking but toji doesn’t let you start again.

“yeah, acting’s hard. but i can help you,” toji cups your wet face with his hands, wiping the tear streaks that paint you face, “we can all help you. the crew, your friends, that bitchass director. i’ll put a gun to everyone’s head to make them fuckin’ help you with this.”

you giggle at his seriousness and he huffs, relieved that you’re relaxing a little.

“they don’t hate you, y’know. everybody on set. the cast. they just think you’re a little shy and quiet. they don’t hate you, okay?” toji reassures you. you nod absentmindedly and he shakes your head from side to side to make you pay attention, making you smile, eyes crinkling even though they’re still tear stricken. “there she is..who the fuck could hate you, huh?”

“ugh, toji.” you roll your eyes, sniffling and rubbing your face. you pull away from him. “ugh..i just want my bed right now.”

“yeah..i know it ain’t my place but told the director that you’re taking a few days off. you need a break, kid.”

you didn’t even argue with him. you couldn’t.

“yeah, i do.” you agree.

suddenly, a loud rumble from your stomach erupts, it was like an earthquake.

toji laughs. “someone’s hungry.”

you groan. “‘m starving. haven’t eaten since yesterday.”

“we’re getting you something to eat.” he states, leaving no room for objections.

toji stands, holding his hand out for you to take. you do, his large, calloused hand dwarfing yours as he helps you stand up. “can you walk?”

“i will if there’s food involved.”

“that’s good.” toji chuckles, “how’s takeout sound?”

a/n: had to write a whole fic abt this i apologise 🥸 will add the tag list later i just keep forgetting the users </3

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omiiomiaaus · 11 months

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im sorry... im not sure if you're accepting requests so i just wanted to give u my thoughts (๑˃ᴗ˂)ﻭ

imagine toji cant sleep. why? cuz you're sleeping right next to him and he cant keep his eyes off of u. he might be tired but he's watching as your body moves against his as you breathe and the soft feeling of your bare skin as he mindlessly caresses u. hes listening to your soft snores and he smiles at the drool at the corner of ur mouth.

hes truly head over heels 4 u and all he can think about is how grateful he is for u and how much he wants to protect u from all the bad things hes seen in the world cuz ur his sweet girl forever!! <3

thank u for listening 😌

Toji watching you sleep

This is literally the cutest shit ever oh my god I wish he was mineeeeeeee!!!!!

NOT PROOFREADING BC IM LAZYYYY

Okay so like he’d be tossing and turning until he hears your soft breathing from the other side of the bed. you’re fast asleep probably dreaming about him tbh.

He can’t help but reach over and pull you closer, chest to chest, heart to heart. Your warmth immediately easing his troubled thoughts.

His arms were wrapped firm around your sleeping form. Tired irritated eyes admiring your relaxed expression. He brought his hand to your face, pushing a stray strand of hair from out your face, his fingers ghosting over your cheek.

His fingers were calloused from all the years of having to defend himself with his hands. The same hands that battered and bruised peoples faces were privileged enough to feel your soft untouched skin. Sometimes he felt like his touch wasn’t worthy enough for you. He didn’t want to taint his sweet baby with the hands of someone who’s killed before.

But your love radiated from your heart to his soul, making him selfish, you’re his and he wouldn’t have it any other way.

He’d rather hold you with his corrupted hands than have someone else, someone who could give you a normal life, hold you close like this.

Toji loves to watch you sleep. your beauty never halts for a second, even when you’re blissfully in another world while dreaming. It amazes him more, the fact that you’re unaware of the beauty you possess in such intimate moments like these.

He went from struggling to sleep because of insomnia to willingly depriving his body of rest just to watch you.

To watch the way your chest raises and falls with every deep breathe you take. The way your face twitches, probably a reaction from your dream.

He could watch you all night. He loved you so much he’d whisper it in your ear, gently kissing the top of your head.

The silence brought thoughts into his mind, thoughts of the moments you two shared. Your first kiss, your first date, your first fight. Moments he wouldn’t have wanted to share with anyone else but you. His mind and heart raced a mile per minute. He laid there under your body, hand coming up to rub his face. He looked back down at you, pure love filling his eyes.

His thoughts shifted from questions to statements.

“Does she really want to be with me forever?” “Am I really good enough for her?”

“I’m thinking too much, she’s the one, I’m sure if it, I want her in my life forever.”

Toji was not a man of many words… he kept his thoughts to himself but he’d make it known just how much he loves you. He’d protect you and cherish you for the rest of his life.

“I love you” he whispered into your hair, bringing his arms tighter around your body, stroking your hair. His heart skipped 10 thousand beats when you nuzzled into him like a little cat curling it’s body in its sleep.

It would be early morning by the time he falls alseep, 4am. The birds outside starting to chirp little wake up tunes and his mind would clear, your soft body comforting him. You’re all he needs in life, and he wants to give you the world in return for you just being you.

Man y/n’s so lucky… 😓 my inbox is open for feedback and thoughts but if you send some requests that’s fine too, I’ll get to them whenever I have time sooo if anyone wants to send me some that would be great cause I want to have more posts :) -Omi

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kairoot · 5 months

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❅ — ww. day 11: bc . ✦ ₊˚

day eleven: ❝ bangchan and you share a bed to ‘conserve body heat’ ❞

⟢ pairing : bangchan x reader➖ genre : fluff, friends to lovers➖ requested : no ➖ warnings : none that i know of, reader and chan cuddling

you rubbed your arms, walking back and forth through your apartment.

“welp, i tried everything.” chan sighed, walking back into the living room with his flashlight

the electric heat in your home had gone out in a mini snow storm. you and chan did everything to get the heating company out as soon as possible but the only available day was the next.

“everything?” you asked, a frown on your face.

he nodded, sitting down on the small sofa. there was a silence that lingered until he spoke up again.

“well how about we share the bed tonight?”

you looked over at him, your eyebrows raised in surprise.

“you know, to converse body heat.” he circled his arms in a transfer motion.

“that’s if you want to, of course.”

“no, no, i do. i just.. didn’t know if you were that comfortable.” you smiled nervously.

“yeah, why not? you’re my best mate.” he reciprocated the smile, the dimples in his cheeks slightly poking out.

you nodded, your face warming up at the thought of being in the same bed with chan.

it’s not like you’ve never fell asleep on his shoulder or anything so you weren’t sure why you felt the way you did.

later that night, you had already climbed into bed, waiting for chan to come out of your closet with one of his hoodies he’d left before.

you pulled the two blankets up to your shoulders, curling into a ball.

chan eventually came out of the closet, the gray hoodie pulled on. he climbed into your bed carefully, pulling the blankets and sheets onto him.

he turned the bedside lamp off and for a while you both sat in the dark.

you couldn’t figure out whether you wanted to make the first move and he didn’t want to make you uncomfortable so you both laid in silence.

“uh, channie, i’m a bit cold..” you said, giving him a hint.

“right! uh-“ he quickly wrapped his arms around you, pulling you into his chest, his scent crowding your nostrils.

his embrace was tight as he rested his chin atop of your head. he sighed deeply, seeming to enjoy the warmth.

“see, now this is how you converse body heat.” he giggled, causing the butterflies in your stomach to go wild.

❅ ❅ ❅

milan’s note: this wasn’t as detailed as i’d like but im a bit tired 😆‼️🗣️

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josibunn · 2 months

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we need to talk about dilf jack !! the way that man aged like fine wine , in his early 40s and has a single streak of grey hair but it blends effortlessly with his dark strands. he hasn’t married yet and has no kids , but is extremely loaded due to him being a ceo of a company he worked hard on from the bottom up. a hard-working man , a man who demands respect.

i just know he’s one of the best brat tamers. so of course being spoiled rotten by mr thurlow , you tend to have a fit of brattiness that he cannot stand. whining over an anklet that had broke while he’s in an extremely important business call was starting to irk him , and he gave you multiple warnings to quit it. that stare he gives to you when your mouth keeps running makes a cold sweat run down your back. but of course wanting to see how far you can go , deciding to whine even more to the point where the person on the other line can hear you. seeing how tense he got from your actions made you so wet.

and now for acting like a brat , you’re getting fucked so good on his desk. incoherent babbling leaving your mouth as his slender yet strong hands wrap around your neck. “ you like acting up , hm ? i spoil you so much princess yet you’re never grateful for anything. “ a small ‘ im sorry ! ‘ leaves your mouth as he angles his hips to hit that same spot to make your toes curl. pushing your legs up to your chest , giving you a good fucking to get rid of your bratty attitude. he wants his good girl back.

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thank u sm pinkie I LOVEEEEEE this idea!! I hope u don’t mind i’m joining these two,,I think they mix well :3 (also pinkie I got your other request ab jack just so you know,,i’m not ignoring It I swear! i’m just a perfectionist :P)

I think jack would be so hot older, i’ve genuinely wanted to put something like this out for so long I just didn’t think you guys would side with me!! I love picturing them older like jack would look soo good I hc he’s always in business casual as in older guy methinks :3

tw slapping n choking, degrading, daddy kink, teased orgasm denial n praise!! age gap too. some puppy play and “papa” used,,sorry i’ve been so into it lately :3

I think he’d be around 37-42? does that work?

──★ ˙ ̟🎀 !!

I think ur ask would happen on a day he brings u to his office and lets his baby see what makes her pockets so heavy. you come in some frilly cute outfit, being so young he doesn’t expect you to conform with how he dresses, but he keeps a hard hand on you as he walks you around his company, explaining everything while walking past other workers.

you’re looking around, touching everything and peeking your head into places you shouldn’t, being polite and greeting everyone while he stands behind you, shooting everyone hard looks before you wanna look somewhere else, making little comments like “dyou think I could work here? i’d look so cute in the skirts n i’d wear my best pumps!” “yeah but, it’s not just skirts n heels baby,” he smiles and pats your head as you two walk out the elevator.

it’s all peaches n cream until u start whining about, which he knew would come but still dreaded. suddenly you were tired, your feet hurt and you were hungry. he was trying so hard to be patient with you but you always push it :( he even goes as far as to hold your heels for you but it seemed like you were just pissing him off for fun.

he about had enough when the chain of your anklet got stuck in the carpet and breaks off and you flip out, gasping and whining as you collect the charms off the ground. jacks getting pissy bc you’re so loud, your skirts riding up and you’re making a scene again. “baby-hey, look at me,” he says, making you look up with a pout when that tone comes out.

“people are working right now and you’re making a scene. we can go to tiffs and get you a new one, ok? get the fuck up,” he grits the last part, sending you a hard look that makes you huff, crossing your arms and walking far ahead of him to the elevator. he rolls his eyes and follows far behind you, his brows raising at your audacity to leave the floor without him, a breathy chuckle of an “oh yeah?” coming off his tongue as he crosses his arms and waits for the elevator to come back down.

sure, you were a little loud but he didn’t have to be so mean in front of everyone! though you knew better, so you waited with your arms crossed until he got out the elevator, an angry pout all over you face. he steps out and turns his head, nodding when he saw you waiting for him. “yeah that’s what I fuckin thought. cmere,” he wraps his arm around you roughly, making you yelp and squirm against him to get away but he only held you closer, digging into your side.

“take me home. you’re bein’ so mean, n I don’t wanna be here.” you look away from him as he walks you into his big office room, closing the door and his blinds. “so you don’t wanna go to tiffany’s?” he puts his hands in his hips, making you roll your eyes as you plop onto his couch. “yeah I thought so. and roll those fucking eyes again little girl,” he warns you as he sits under his desk, pointing a finger at you before he rolls his sleeves and gets on his computer.

in all honestly, his threats always got you soaking wet, wondering what he’d do when you pushed his limit. “what’re you doing now,” you ask after a few minutes of silence, walking over and looking over his shoulder. “glad you asked, because I have a call coming up with an investor in..three minutes and I really just need you to be good for me, ok?” he looks up at you, rubbing the back of your thighs.

“what kind of meeting?” you ask, running your hands through his hair, messing it up. “kind that makes me a lot of money, which makes you a lot of money. nothin you’d be interested in, promise. just need you to be quiet,” he nods. “are they gonna be able to see you?” “no, it’s a call meeting, he’ll only hear me.” “can I sit with you?” “sure baby, I just need you to be quiet, ok? it’ll be done as soon as it starts.”

and you comply for a little while, but twenty minutes into the call you’re getting antsy, he let you sit on his lap but with the way his leg bouncing has whining and pawing at his chest, giving him big puppy eyes that he just ignores oh you’re growin hornier by the second :(( especially when he’s being so assertive and focused,,not paying you any mind.

..especially when you start grinding on his growing bulge, grabbing onto his bicep, quietly pleading for something, anything. he’s keeping his composure but his hand was gripping the arm rest, he couldn’t believe you were trying to bomb this investment on him because you were what? horny? it was making the vein in his forehead bulge.

he shoots you a few glares as he speaks but you don’t care anymore, like, you’re supposed to be his baby! his everything and you should have all his attention, this was taking far too long. “jackie..” you whine, his brows raising immediately at your audacity to interrupt him at a time like this, cutting his sentence.

“mr. thurlow is..is there someone in the room present with you? I thought this was a private matter.” his investor says from the speaker. “no, it is, i’m sorry my-my girlfriend is with me but she won’t be a problem,” he shoots you look that lets you know he’s not asking you he’s telling you, “continue.” jack says, gripping your hip now.

you scoff and roll your eyes, “how long?” you whisper in his ear, playing with his buttons, getting enough down to stroke his chest. “I dunno pup,” he whispers quietly. “this is business. I can’t make everything go faster if I want it to work out for us in the end.” he tried to speak and simultaneously listen to his business partner.

“but I really can’t do it with you..whining in my fucking ear and talking during my meeting. ok? just..” he puts a finger to his mouth before directing his attention back to the call, adding his opinion on the topic at hand. you pick your jaw up and cross your arms, sighing as you turn your back to him on his lap, leaning on the desk.

he doesn’t pay you any mind as you continue grinding down on his bulge, gripping your hip and guiding you ever so slightly to keep you peaceful as you hold onto his desk, brows furrowed as pleasure overuns you. you look back and teasingly lift your dress to your hips, showcasing the tiny pink thong you had on with a pout. he sighs with a head tilt, watching you move against him, his bulge nudging between your clothed folds.

“daddy..” you whisper again, your lip tucked between your teeth as you speed up, mouth falling open with silent moans, making him shoot you a silent warning. “you’re being so mean to me..” you whisper again, leaning over the desk and showcasing just how tiny your panties were, your lips peaking out of them the more you fuck yourself on him.

“you’re bein a fuckin’ brat.” he grits his teeth, pinching your side, making you jump and yelp. this wasn’t fair :( you’ve been so good all day (in your eyes) and he was just ignoring you in your messy mood. he should be giving it to you hard, you had to speed this up. you reach down and start circling your clit, moaning quietly into his desk and grinding back on him.

you look back at him as you pull your panties to the side, his cheek perched against his fist as he doesn’t dare give you a glance, but you know he’s fed up, his hair going every which way, his fave red with anger and that familiar vein in his forehead bulging. you whine, he’s so sexy. his shirt rolled to his elbows, strong arms squeezing against each other, not to mention his chest on display since you unbuttoned his shirt.

you trail up his body, eyes landing on his pink lips that command big bucks for a share of stocks, it makes you sticky, eyes rolling back as you slide your fingers with a loud moan, your juices already coating yourself and his pants as you pump into yourself, and suddenly everything goes quiet, your eyes peeping back open to see him sat up now, glaring at you with an open mouth, his investor on the other line now gone quiet.

he finger combs his hair out of his face, that gray strand popping back, and before he pleads your his case he’s cut off. “mr. thurlow, jack,” you hear, “it’s clear you have other…personal matters to attend to. you understand my time is valuable and I won’t be kept up by someone who can’t hold down his fort for a simple hour.”

jacks eyes close in frustration, rubbing his teeth together and you swear you see sparks flying between them. “right sir, yes. I understand.” hes glaring at you with each words and you smile, now you’ve got his attention!! :3

“so i’ll have my assistant get back with you for a better time maybe. don’t count on it.” is all is said before the line goes quiet and he hangs up and the room falls silent with tension, jack sighing into his hands. “can we play now daddy..?” you ask, repositioning yourself on his desk, legs spread before him.

he glared at you before grabbing your throat and standing, making you yelp and hold onto his wrist, eyes wide on him. “you happy now? you fuckin’ happy now huh??” hes raising his voice, waving your neck around slightly as he speaks. “I had him, had him in the fucking bag baby and you couldn’t keep quiet for an hour? are you serious??” he raises his brows, a little grin on his face.

you hated when he did that, smiled when he was angry. so fuckin scary. “daddy I-i’m sorry I just missed you..-” “daddy i’m sorry-” he mocks you in a high voice before sending a slap across your face, making you yelp and squeeze your eyes shut, gripping onto his shirt. “bullshit. you been a brat all damn day, givin’ me attitude, yellin’ n whinin after I told you how important it was, for what? some dick??” he keeps you in his hold, your eyes teary and frightful, staring at him big.

“now you wanna be quiet, alright,” he nods, poking his cheek with his tongue as he gets his pants undone, not even bothering to tell you to take your panties off before yanking them off you, scooting you further on his desk and prying your legs open. “imma give you what you want lil girl, don’t fuckin worry,” his tone is low and condescending as he taps his tip against your clit, sliding it down and gathering your wetness, your breath hitching.

a loud cry of a “fuck!” erupts from you when he slides his length into you, your hand grabbing at his shirt and trying to push him off as he wastes no time but he’s not budging, a low mmmmmm coming from his as he lays you on your back, hand planted on your chest to keep you down, his muscle overpowering you.

he listens to your whimpers and mewls of his name, eyes low and cheeks hot as he takes in your wet cunt, already fucking into you, leaving you no room to adjust. “fuck jack, h-hollon,” your mouth hangs open, eyes shut before you moan out high, feeling him gradually fuck you harder and harder.

“hold on? hold on?” he repeats, brows raised as he grabs at your hips, forcing you to stay put on the desk, sliding his cock in you deeper, a gasp coming from you as you arch your back up. “did you hold on when I told you how fuckin important this was for me? for us??” he almost winds himself, the feel of your walls sucking him in so greedy making him choke over his words, eyes almost rolling back. even angry, his body reacts against him when it comes to you.

“so you’re gonna take it, kay? look at me mama, open those fuckin eyes,” he grabs your cheeks, shaking your head and making your eyes snap open at him, not holding back your moans as he nods slow, making sure you keep eye contact with him. “you’re gonna take it, since you wanted it so damn bad. can’t believe you baby, so disappointed in you.” he faux pouts and tilts his head at you, making you whine.

“daddy don’t-don’t do that I didn’t mean to,” you mewl, holding his hand that held his face, but he pushes you away and holds you down by the shoulder. “nuh uh, don’t pull that shit. you’re being a bad girl, and I know I taught my girl better, yeah?” your lip quivers as you nod. “m’sorry daddy,,”

“I know pup. just gonna teach you again,” he hoists your ankles over his shoulders, hands gripping your thighs tight against his chest before he’s plummeting his cock into you deeper and deeper, your eyes popping open and rolling out with a loud throaty moan, you feel him beat that spongey spot in you, drool pooling in your mouth.

he sees it, all the thoughts popping out of your brain onto the floor as he watches you with a steady face, condescending eyes hard on you and lips parted slightly, brows frowned. you’re his baby, his pup he couldn’t stand punishing you but he knew you just needed it good and a little discipline.

you moan high and loud again when he bends you further, legs pushing closer to yourself as you grab his shoulders, anything to ground yourself from his thick cock that doesn’t let up a brutal pace against you, long hard strokes, his tip reaching new highs inside of you and you feel like you’re seeing stars. “yeah baby? this what you wanted?” he rasps, a nod and a short “yeah” coming from you as you squeeze your eyes shut. “"jaaack —mmph- daddy it's so — just-please it's so-"

his lips upturn into a small smirk, his poor baby couldn’t even think straight. “yeah, pup? what else?” he says airily, looking between you two and seeing the strings of your slick sticking to his pubes, you’re fuckin soaking, he thinks. “cmon babygirl, tell me what it is.” he encourages, speaking to you in that voice that has you whining out, your brows furrowing together.

“daddy s’good, ur so good!!” you moan out, nails digging into his shoulder blades as he nods along. “yeah? this dick doin you good baby? s’what you needed?” he bits his lip over a smirk, watching you come undone under him, eyes rolling back into your lil head, moans growing squeaky when he wraps a hand around your throat.

you nod quickly, a soft hand going to his chest and bouncing to his wrist, holding him softly. he feels it when you clench onto him for dear life, signaling your dam about to break. “you feelin real good puppy? gonna cum?” he coos, shaking your throat in his grasp to make you look at him, your feet scrunching as you try to prepare yourself for the troubling orgasm you knew he was about to give you.

he forces you back onto the desk, squeezing your throat as he plummets his dick deep inside you as he does so gracefully, other hand keeping your thighs close to him. you let out a loud squeaky moan at the suddenness, head popping back, “jack wait, fuck—wait! ohmygod,” you moan out, at this point he doesn’t care about his firm hearing you, he wants you to feel embarrassed when you walk out passed everyone.

“who? yeah i... dont know who that is.” he tilts his head with faux confusion, brows frowned but his smug smile still remaining. “this what you wanted, right? were’ just begging for it, right?” he says, chuckling to himself, knowing he was bending you out of shape completely.

you couldn’t take the orgasm he was about to give you, you never could, and he knew that. your ears start ringing and your eyes go blurry at the rhythmic motions of his cock kissing deep inside you, pounding that sweet spot.

“daddy— p-papa I can’t do it! s’so much,” you correct yourself with a pout and he plants a reassuring kiss to your handle, his thumb smoothing over your clit to soothe you, only sending you over the edge more. “you got it puppy, cmon I know you can do it. yeah? yeah girl?” he watches your face contort more, toes curling on the side of him as he grins down at you, your display igniting something in him as he keeps up his steady pace.

he winces when throbs inside of you, feeling his release come up on him too. “gonna be my good girl now, huh? who’s gonna act out at my fucking firm?” he slaps your thigh lightly, knowing you were just too out of it and needed a little push. “gonna be so good papa,” you squeal. “never gonna act out again!”

he nods along to your words assuringly, “damn straight, aaaatta girl, cum for me pup. no—cmon you can do it,” he coos to your whining as your breath quickens and the knot in your stomach breaks, whining and moaning out as you cum down on his cock, the familiar white ring forming around the base, making him smile as if he wasn’t already red in the face.

“that’s my fuckin girl, needed that real bad huh.” hes watching his dick disappear into your creamy cunt with dreamy eyes, “I know babygirl I know, daddys not mad at you ok? just had to teach you real good,” his eyes roll back as his head tips back, and you realize you’re gonna have to start wearing turtle necks, he was definitely leaning red marks on you :(

you’re so out of it you don’t even register him cumming in you with a loud curse, to gone to care, knowing he’d fetch you some birth control on the way out. he carries you to the couch in his office before heading to the bathroom in his office, cleaning you and himself up.

you’re laid on your side when he sits next to you, caressing your head and kissing you softly. “feelin good baby?” he asks, taking note of your big foggy eyes and stupid smile. “mhm,” you nod, “good, ready to go to tiffs? get you a new anklet?” he nods, smiling when you nod and raise up happily, his little baby. “that’s my girl, cmon,” he helps you up and into his hand, telling his secretary to clear his afternoon as you walk out behind him, only limping slightly.

──★ ˙ ̟🎀 !!

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strwbrryeyes · 9 days

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𖦹°｡⋆ haikyuu boys as my breakup playlist pt.3

⟡ featuring: hinata, semi, iwaizumi, kenma

⟡ cw: angst, mentions of cheating, heart broken hinata my baby, these also might be longer than the last two whoops. also can you tell i was angry while writing kenma's? ps thank you for 200 followers mwah<3

⟡ an: its that time again (waterparks ((fandom)) edition bc im obsessed)

⟡ part one, part two

⟡ hinata shoyo: never bloom again - waterparks

You and Hinata dated for four years from your first year of high school to your first year of university. Honestly, it could have been a lifelong relationship if it weren’t for Brazil. Hinata told you he was leaving the week after graduation. After telling you, you cried and yelled at him, pounding at his chest while crying ‘how could you do this to me?’ in between sobs but after a while, you had calmed down and you agreed to try a long distance relationship. Hinata visited you whenever he could, holidays, your birthdays, any reason to see you but it wasn’t enough for you. Hinata would always be everything to you but you couldn’t bear the fact that he was so far away, and sure you both called and texted each other but the time difference between Brazil and Japan made it difficult and Hinata could see it in your eyes whenever he visited, whenever you sent him a picture of yourself, whenever you facetimed…you were tired. It got to the point where you would cry yourself to sleep almost every night because you missed him and just wanted to be by his side, so with so much hesitation, you called him one night and told Hinata you couldn’t do this anymore. You needed him, not his texts, not his calls, no matter how much you loved them, you needed him physically there with you. Hinata protested and said that he wold move back to Japan for you but you couldn’t let him do that, you knew how important it was for him to be in Brazil to better his volleyball skills, so he finally gave in and you broke up after a year of long distance. Another year later, Hinata moved back to Japan after two years of being in Brazil, meaning he could see you again, he hoped so at least. Hinata didn’t know what you’ve been up to as you broke off communication with each other after the break up to avoid the pain of being in eachother’s lives. Hinata had his hopes up and was telling Yachi and Yamaguchi his plan to win you back but quickly had them crushed when they told him you had moved to Europe to finish university so you could start a new life. You didn’t want to be in Japan anymore, stuck with all the memories the both of you had made. It was too painful. Now it was Hinata’s turn. He was surrounded by the memories, everything reminded him of you, every now and then he’d see someone from across the street and see your face only for it to not be you, just some stranger. Hinata was never the same, even if he seemed happy and well, he was breaking inside constantly like he would never be truly happy again.

⟡ eita semi: worst - waterparks

You and Semi have been dating since middle school, practically inseparable. you and Semi were both in your 20s now and life has not stopped a single bit. The both of you were currently in the music industry, with Semi and his band being one of the biggest groups rising to stardom in the world and with you being a songwriter. You’ve always been a behind-the-scenes type person so you never really went out to parties or to big events. Semi, however, was a social person…at least on the party scene. It was a chance for him to let loose and not let worries get in his way, and who are you to take that away from him? The trust you and Semi had for eachother was strong, after all, you guys have been dating for years so why wouldn’t you? With this being the case, you never had any doubt about him going on tour without you. You still had other clients to write for so you couldn’t go with him but you never once worried about what he would do. That was until you were hanging out with your friends, Tendou and Ushijima, and they mentioned how Semi seemed different, that he seemed more careless and emotionless. You assured them that there was nothing different about him but when you went home that night you kept thinking about everything and looked back at how life has been since Semi has gained fame…he hadn’t changed. No. He was still the same Semi you fell in love with all those years ago. Sure he had questionable friends that made you uncomfortable, but he wasn’t like them, he always had girls lining up for a chance with him but he never gave them a chance…at least you think so. Regardless, you’re sure everything was fine and plus you were going to surprise him at his show in Tokyo! Any worry that you have will be wiped away when you see him all you had to do was wait. So you did. The day of the Tokyo show finally came up and you were standing at his dressing room doorway with tears in your eyes as you look at the sight in front of you- Semi and some random girl all over each other. Semi knew you were there, but he didn’t even care, all he did was give you a side glance before going back to the other girl. After that, you went home and changed all of the locks, removed all the pictures of him, blocked him on everything, and wrote a song that was sure to ruin his reputation out of anger, but even after all of that, you were still stuck with a giant hole in your heart and you don’t think it could ever be filled.

⟡ iwaizumi hajime: i felt younger when we met - waterparks

It all started four years ago when Iwaizumi moved to California for college. You both had known each other for 2 years prior to graduating and it was pretty obvious to other people that you two had a thing for each other but it wasn’t until after he had moved that either of you said something. Iwaizumi was the first to say he liked you, infact he said he loved you. It didn’t take long for your young and dumb self to transfer to where he was studying. You were both in love and naive so neither of you really thought about this big change in depth. The first two years of your relationship were perfect, you both got good grades, you had moved into a small apartment together, and you were both happy, you really couldn’t ask for more. Even though you and Iwaizumi were living the ideal love life, everyone else in your lives thought you guys rushed into things. The two of you weren’t even that close to begin with, you were just classmates in high school who had kiddie crushes on each other. It really all came down to the honeymoon phase, nothing was ever wrong and you never argued. It wasn’t until your third year of dating that you both realized that your life goals were very different from each other and this of course caused a ripple in your relationship. Wanting to be supportive of each other and your dreams, you set your goals aside for now and planned to come up with a compromise when the time called for it. Things were kind of back to normal until you both started learning more about one another. Bad habits you each had, sense of humor you didn’t share, different views, really whatever you could think of you both would disagree with one another and you were starting to get on eachother’s nerves. Iwaizumi reached the end of his rope quicker than you did. He ended things in the middle of a heated argument of something you can’t even remember because the only thing you were worried about at that moment was him packing up all of his things and walking out that apartment door but at the same time, you didn’t care. You had officially fallen out of love with him even though you never thought you could. Now whenever you think of him, all you could think about was how you uprooted your life for him. You moved across the world and for what? Nothing but anger and disgust filled you whenever you thought of all the moments you shared with him. To think of how different everything could have been if you two had just taken your time and not rushed into the relationship.

⟡ kozume kenma: easy to hate you - waterparks

Honestly, Kenma got on your nerves quite often. It was nothing you weren’t used to though because it was always simple things like him not doing the dishes whenever he was done eating or him spending too much time playing video games. Your annoyance never came from anything serious, just simple relationship stuff. When his streaming career started taking off, you never really bothered him to do anything around your shared house. It was only fair since it generated enough income for you to quit your part time job as a waitress and focus on school more. This doesn’t mean that it still didn’t annoy you that Kenma would seemingly spend more time playing video games than spending time with you whenever you had free time. Sometimes he would invite you onto stream so you two could ‘bond’ but it never felt right, to you it felt like you were more of a prop for his audience, like he would spend time with you only because his fansloved watching the two of you interact. Still, you brushed it off because it was still nice to be able to make him laugh whenever you did something silly in a game or said something funny. It also didn’t hurt that sometimes he would get all lovey dovey on camera making you swoon, even if it did feel fake at times. In the end, you thought it was the best you and Kenma could do considering the circumstances, you being in college and streaming being Kenma’s full time job. Kenma had promised you that once you winter break started, that he would put a hold on streaming so the both of you could spend time together and it excited you so it was only natural that you were pissed off when winter break finally came and Kenma said that he had sponsorships to deal with on stream. He said it isn’t something that could be helped but you snapped back saying that he could have scheduled these sponsored streams during any other time. Kenma didn’t care about what you said and just stayed in his streaming room for most of the two weeks. You started to ease a bit though once he started streaming for shorter amounts of times and spent more time with you during the day. You were finally happy with your relationship after who knows how long but then he decided that you being on a break from school would be the perfect time to do a 48 hour subathon. All you wanted was to spend time with your boyfriend but instead he just used you to gain more viewers. Again. Still, you agreed to do it agreeing that it would be fun but really yo had a plan. Three hours into the stream you said you have an announcement and everyone, including Kenma thought it would be something happy and big, but really, you were about to publicly dump him. After your little speech on how selfish Kenma actually was, you called one of your best friends to come pick you up and told Kenma that you would be back for your stuff the next day. You were finally free from the one-sided relationship you should have left sooner but now Kenma was rethinking all his choices as he scrolls through tweets talking about the breakup stream. At least it made him go viral.

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filmbyjy · 1 year

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GOOD MORNING

PAIRING: park jongseong x gn!reader

SUMMARY: spending a night at your idol boyfriend’s dorm was surely amazing but waking up next to him was even better.

GENRE: FLUFF😖 YOUR HONOUR THIS DRABBLE IS EXTREMELY ADORABLE😭 also jake is being salty as fuck bc you two woke him up and the poor baby is tired :(( belift let the boys have a good rest tyvm.

WARNING: mentioned ‘sex’ like once as a joke

NOTE: all I can say is…THIS IS MAKING ME WANT A BOYFRIEND👹 IM SO SINGLE TF

“jongseong~” you slurred out. your boyfriend giddily smiles. maybe drinking wine wasn’t a smart move since you had to go home. to be fair, you only drank because your boyfriend had just came back from tour. he was also the one who suggested drinking wine since he mentioned how it suits him more as compared to beer or soju.

your head rests on his shoulders.

“let’s get you to bed, love.” jay whispers. you whined.

“but if i go to bed...how will i see your pretty face? i haven’t seen it since 2 months ago.”

jay chuckles, “come on. you can see more of my face in the morning.”

you whined once again. jay pecks your forehead.

“let’s go. you can sleep in bed-”

“with you?” your eyes sparkled.

jay smiles before leaning in to give your forehead a peck. “with me.”

you giggled, “i get to sleep with such a handsome boy.”

jay snorts, “come on.” he lightly tugs on your arms.

you stood up and jay leads you into his shared bedroom with jake.

“alright-”

you wrapped your arms around his neck, pulling him forward after he tucks you in bed.

“mmm, sleep with me jongseong~”

with jake being in the same room as jay, he clearly heard whatever you drunkenly slurred out. the poor boy’s eyes widened.

“dude, this is my room too. please do the sex somewhere else.” jake gestures to the bathroom.

“fuck off, they’re drunk and they meant sleep as in not sex.” jay throws his ryan plushie at the boy. jake yelps as he attempts to dodge the plushie from hitting him.

you giggle, “I wouldn’t mind-”

“you’re drunk. goodnight.” jay slides into the covers beside you. “jake, shut the lights.”

jake grumbles, “fine.”

the next morning, you stirred in your sleep. you felt a grip tighten around your waist and so it caused you to wake up. you turned to the figure. you reached out to push back the fallen hair pieces away from his face (his god-like face).

your eyes trailed down to meet with his cute pouty lips. it looked irresistible and you wanted to possibly wake him up with a kiss.

but is it too much? you just woke up and was previously drunk on wine. would your breath stink? would your dear god-like boyfriend care? oh my god, what if he-

“you know, love. if you’re not going to do it. I will do it for you.” jay says.

“what?” you say in shock. his eyes flutter open and quickly meet yours.

“i mean what I said, my love.”

“jay, my breath stinks.”

“and? I want my morning kiss.” he says. you hid your face right on his chest. he chuckles. “come on, don’t be shy now.”

“no, this is embarrassing.”

“how is waking me up with a kiss embarrassing?”

“you caught me nearly doing it.”

“well you didn’t do it so i’m sad.” jay pouts.

“I don’t want to embarrass myself, jongseong.”

“do I look like I care? I want a kiss from the person I love.”

“nooo-” your whining gets interrupted.

“can you two shut the fuck up, I want to sleep. it’s fucking 8am in the morning and it’s an off day for us. if you wanna be all lovey dovey, go to the fucking kitchen.” jake barks out. seems like someone woke up on the wrong side of the bed.

it left the room dead silent. jake slams his head back onto the pillows and fell fast asleep. both you and jay turned to each other.

“want breakfast?” you asked.

“do you count as breakfast?” jay teasingly asks. you smacked his arm. he winces.

“no. i’m not on the menu.”

jay chuckles before pulling you into a hug and pecking your lips.

that was a great a start to the day.

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fiapartridge · 8 months

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Will choking blurb pls and THXXX

GIRLLLLLL OMGGJRJE ALSO IMAGINE THIS IS LIKE IN COLLEGE OKAY AND I WENT SO OVERBOARD BUT (didn’t even know i switched povs during this but i’m too tired to correct it sooo just deal w it LOL)

they would be having the most amazing ass post game sex like i’m literally dying just thinking about it

like imagine he wins and ur waiting outside the locker room and he’s all showered and clean and in his suit and he’s around his friends and u whisper in his ear “got a prize for you tonight”

and hes smirking bc his ass knows hes gonna get fucked tn “yeah? what’s that?”

and she shrugs “guess you’ll just have to find out”

but the guys want to go out and celebrate the win and will is protesting that shit because mans wants to see his prize, but ryan’s got his arm slung around him like “c’mon man don’t be a debby downer. come with us”

and he’s like “rather be coming on something else”

AND RYANS TOTALY OBLIVIOUS “what was that?”

and wills like “nothing let’s go”

so the guys and their gfs go to a bar and all will can think about is u and just going home and fucking u into oblivion and every single time he sees you get up or feel u staring at him, his pants tighten until he’s had enough and is like “y/n and i are gonna go”

and all the boys know what’s up because will has been staring at u the entire night like he’s ready to fuck u on that bar counter in front of everyone so everyone’s like see ya will

AND WILL LITERALLY DRAGS U OUT OF THAT BAR AND IS MAKING OUT WITH U ON THE WALK BACK TO HIS APARTMENT LIKE U GUYS WILL LITERALLY TAKE BREAKS ON THE WALK BACK JUST SO HE COULD PUSH U UP AGAINST A WALL AND MAKE OUT WITH YOU

but girl once u get one foot in that apartment, shit goes down

ur slamming him against the door, biting his bottom lip and he’s smirking and sweaty and it’s literally the hottest thing ever

and he’s like “gonna give me my prize now?”

AND GIRLLLL HES SO CAUGHT OFF GUARD WHEN U START KNEELING DOWN IN FRONT OF HIM AND UNZIPPING HIS PANTS AND TAKING HIM IN UR MOUTH

LIKE HIS HANDS LITERALLY FLY TO UR HAIR AND HIS ORHER HAND IS GRIPPIF THE DOOR KNOB FOR DEAR LIFE SO HIS LEGS DONT GIVE OUT

he is a moaning mess.

and that’s his first orgasm

and he’s literally still breathing so hard when you take his hand and drag him to his bedroom

u push him onto the mattress and he’s lazily trying to like take off ur clothes but u push him farther into the mattress sayinf shit like “tonight’s your night, baby. just wanna make you feel good” WHILE U BITE HIS EAR LOBE AND HES LITERALLY SO HARDDDHSHSH

and he’s watching you slowly take off ur clothes in front of him like it’s some type of show and u climb on top of him, ur hands resting on his chest

and your mouth is so close to his and he’s trying to get u on his cock but u whisper into his mouth “tell me what you want, baby”

and he’s breathing so hard and he’s like “you baby i want you. fuck, i want you so bad”

and ur like “gotta be more specific”

“fuck, i want to be inside you. i wanna feel you so bad.”

and she starts smirking, moving herself on top of his cock and sinking down and he releases the most guttural groan ever LIKE HE WAS SAVING THAT SHIT THE ENTIRE NIGHT

and at first it starts out all slow and shit but he’s literally so fucking impatient and starts to throw his arms on her hips and fucking up into her so she grabs his throat and bounces equally as hard and fast AND GIRL HE IS MOANING LIKE CRAZY

his hand lands on hers on his throat and HES GRIPPINF TIGHTER?’cmcncmdmdndn

and he’s praising her likeeeee “so good, baby. so fucking tight” AND UGJ WHEN SHE SPITS IN HIS MOUTH ITS OVER ITS SO OVER FOR HIM

HES MOANING HES LIKE “fuck, im gonna cum” AND SHE CLIMBS OFF HIM AND SUCKS HIM DRYYEUJWJEJENN

it’s the hottest thing ever.

#fiapartridge unhinged #will smith #will smith hockey

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diorsbrando · 2 years

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2 A.M. ( dabi )

pairing ! ━━ touya todoroki x black!fem!reader

cw ! ━━ explicit content, minors do not interact. classic “sneaks-into-apartment in the dead of night” scenario. soft / calm touya bc he feeds my soul and makes me cry :’) . mentions of smut + descriptions of creampies. insecure thoughts / feelings from reader. tiny bit of angst. established situationship that turns into a relationship . fluffy fluff things all around <3.

word count ! ━━ 2.5k

notes ! ━━ imagine that dabi looks like this btw. im just so in love w him i feel ill i could cry. this was inspired by me listening to 2 am by sza around 2 a.m. ( also partially inspired by heartbreaker by kaash paige ). ive been wanting to write more dabi content for a while now and i just . . . had the urge to write this when i very well should have been sleeping. n e ways ‘m feeling real soft rn so enjoy <3 reblogs are HEAVILY appreciated !!

IT FELT A LITTLE CHILLY, but not too cold for it to be bothersome. damn touya for not closing the window after he came up here, you thought. he tends to forget menial things like that.

you probably didn’t feel all that cold because you had a six foot, life sized furnace half flung on top of you, soft snores emerging from his mouth in a rhythmic pattern. his body emanated a soothing, steady stream of heat, effectively penetrating your flesh and negating the cold winds from outside.

one arm nearly hung off the edge of the bed, while the other was tucked under your waist, subconsciously holding you close to him. his face was snug against the crook of your neck, nearly laying on your chest, and tufts of his silvery white hair tickled your cheek. his skin felt charred against yours, but warm and constant. familiar. you’d grown used to how it felt against your mocha skin, even craved it some times.

his shifting to get even closer to you— if that was even possible— caused you to move as well, and such subtle shuffling caused your brain to remember the sticky substance staining your pussy lips and the fabric of your panties that rubbed against them.

the bodily fluids that leaked from your stretched out cunt belonged to the criminal sleeping peacefully on top of you, mixed with your own previous arousal. “i gotta keep you f-full baby, need to keep you stuffed because.…” you didn’t quite catch what he said after that, your brain was too scrambled and fuzzy from the most passionate sex you’ve had in a while, if not ever.

the feeling of his seed threatening to drip and ruin the freshly changed sheets, in addition to touya holding you so closely, as if he needed you to help him sleep, made you feel wanted. it made you feel a different kind of warmth than the heat that burned through your veins during and after sex— no, this one was different. it made you feel like you belonged, like you were someone’s one and only.

you were sleepy, but couldn’t seem to drift off into the land of slumber that you so desperately wanted to float to. instead, your tired gaze was fixed on touya and his peaceful figure. you were jealous of how seemingly easy it was for him to fall asleep.

and then, your eyes flitted to his many, wide spreading scars and your brows slightly furrowed. you were very aware of what he does, what he could do, and how a job like the one he had was seldom merciful enough to offer a moment of real rest to those involved. your nerve endings sparked and crackled throughout your body, causing your hand to move on its own to gently caress touya’s cheek, letting your skin truly mold with his for a moment, ignoring the rough feeling of his burnt flesh or the metal staples under the pads of your fingers. the moonlight illuminated your face through the blinds, and a faint smile was visible on your lips.

he was so beautiful. so tragically beautiful.

and then, with no previous indication, your thoughts went astray to a somber, much darker part of your subconscious. the dam that held back your intrusive thoughts began to crack the longer you peered down at the sleeping man next to you.

this thing you had going on with him, you didn’t expect it to bring you so much comfort, or such a state of bliss and serenity. this thing wasn’t even real— it wasn’t official, there was no title, he didn’t bother to stay when the sun rose from its own slumber behind the skyscrapers of the city. and then you thought, of course he couldn’t stay here. he was a criminal, a wanted man with a deep and ugly past that you’ve only had the pleasure to dip your toes into one singular time: when he revealed his given name to you. but even that didn’t feel genuine; he mindlessly begged you to call him by his government name when your legs were thrown across his shoulders and he was bucking his hips languidly into your dripping heat. surely, he knew what he was saying then if he was that insistent about it.

and it surely couldn’t have meant anything to him. you probably didn’t mean anything to him.

and yet, over the few months that this interaction had been occurring, no matter how hard you tried to keep your heart from slipping and falling off the deep end of the cliff, you couldn’t help but want something more from him, something more permanent. you wanted to be his, you wanted him to be yours, through the good, the bad, the ugly and everything else in between.

you wanted him to look at you like you were the only person on this whole, godforsaken planet, like you created the very stars, moon and the sun that hung in the sky. you wanted to spend every day like this . . . just like this. in this little sanctuary of your studio apartment, away from the horrors and strife and unrest of the rest of the world. just here, with him.

you brushed your fingers against the hardened skin of his back that laid across your torso. and there was always that nagging feeling, the feeling of the string tied to your ankle that brought you off cloud nine. not everything you desired was possible.

this was probably just a stress reliever for him, you pondered as you distractedly scratched his scalp, just something to do in the meantime. and even if that was the case, for now, you decided that you were okay with it. to be okay with this fleeting moment of indulgence and mentally prepare for the moment it slips through your fingers by the time you awoke in the morning.

turning your head a little, you planted a sweet, chaste kiss on his forehead and snuggled further into the mattress. you should really try and get some rest.

just as you closed your eyes and your body relaxed, a deep groaning noise rumbled from the white haired man on top of you, causing your eyelids to pry open again.

you met touya’s equally tired gaze, actively fighting the urge to kiss the sleepy pout on his lips. “mmm . . . . ‘t’s wrong, baby? you good?” your stomach did a subtle flip at his casual use of the pet name and just how raspy and deep his voice sounded; it was something you would never get tired of.

“it’s nothing. ‘m fine, go back to sleep, okay? you gotta get up to leave in a few hours.” you tried to not let anything negative seep through your tone when you reminded him that he had to leave before the sun rose, yet again. instead you chose to focus on his concern for you; he probably sensed your mental anguish, even in his sleep.

the tiniest crease in his brow told you that he didn’t believe you. already sitting up from his laying position on your chest, he adjusted his position so that he was sitting up against the bed frame next to you. you shied away from his piercing stare.

“c’mere.” he uttered only one word, in that groggy voice, and you just couldn’t find it in you to refuse. climbing onto his thighs, touya pulled you closer with just one hand on your hip, so your chests and extremities were brushing against each other.

his other free hand laced with yours that laid limply in between the two of you. your body immediately felt hot at his initiative to be so intimate. “c’mon pretty girl . . . . tell me what’s goin’ on. you been restless all night.” when you didn’t answer right away, touya leaned his face closer, a teasing smile tugging at his lips, and his mouth brushing against yours. “my baby mad that i’m leaving? want me to stay here with you?”

the offer was tempting, oh so tempting. his flirty smirk was causing you to internally shut down. it was also sad because touya didn’t know just how perceptive he was. or maybe he did, and that’s why he was looking you like that, talking to you like he’s amused with the sullen look in your eyes, why he was gripping your hand and waist even tighter than before.

“i...no. i-i mean, i can’t ask you to do that. and ‘m not upset, i was just thinking....” you somewhat answered his question, but the scarred man was still not satisfied. he needed more from you.

“what’cha thinking about?” he lightly coaxed more out of you, while simultaneously rubbing miscellaneous patterns on your bare thighs.

it was like he put some kind of spell on you. some trance that clouded your mind and made you pliant and so eager to answer his questions. damn him, and damn your heart for yearning for him in every shape and form.

“you,” you blurted out without warning, then quickly added. “about us. and what...this is. what i am to you.”

you didn’t mean to bring it up now, or so abruptly, but it slipped out of your mouth before your brain could process what you were saying. but at least after tonight your mind and soul wouldn't be tortured with the same thoughts and desires. clarity was a breath away.

you also didn’t notice the smooth ministrations along your legs came to a halt, until you looked back at touya in the eye and immediately regretted it. his gaze was intense and unreadable, almost like when he was staring at someone he were about to burn into a crispy nonexistence.

now it was him that didn’t have a reply. and the silence was too much for your anxiety to handle, so you gulped silently and attempted to elaborate on what you meant. “i mean, these meetings, and the reputation that follows you . . . all this being purely physical, it made me think that i was only.... a-and i really didn’t—

touya must have predicted what you were about to say, and before you could even say it, he cut you off with a warm palm at the base of your neck and fierce kiss on your pouty lips.

you were stunned for a moment, but still meekly reciprocated his advances. and within a few seconds, he pulled away, his hand remaining on the base of your throat and the other on your thigh. his aquamarine eyes were shining and all-consuming, but his facial muscles barely moved. “and you what? you don’t think i actually like you? that i’m just using you, and you’re not enough?”

your brown eyes widened at his accuracy and blunt words. he really was intuitive. it was actually kind of scary.

your mouth opened to reply, but he silenced you with a feather-like graze on your cheek you didn’t know he was capable of. “well you’re off. waaay off. i’m still here, and come back almost every night, because you’re more than enough for me. you’re more than just a tight pussy to fuck and a nice bed for me to crash on.”

touya tilted his face closer to yours again, so your lips can brush against his as he spoke, “i told you my real name. no one knows what my real name is and is still alive and breathing; it’s only you, baby. you knowing that one piece of information means i already trust you more than anyone else. and besides, who else is patching up my wounds and rubbing ointment on my burns? only you, baby. who else am i letting my guard down and pouring my heart out to like this? only you, princess. who else do i dream about as soon as i fall asleep? only you, pretty girl. who else invades my mind like a parasite at every waking moment of the day? only you, sweetheart. who else would i burn the whole fucking world down for so much as someone looks at you wrong? only you, baby. who else would i rather have bouncing on my co— to make love to? only you, sweet girl. you’re the only good thing in my life right now. the only thing that makes living less shitty.”

you were motionless on top of him as you listened to his own version of a love confession, and you could already feel the salty tears threaten to drop past your eyelashes. touya, who was still holding one of your hands in his, grazed his thumb across the valley of your knuckles. taking his other hand, he wiped away the tear that had already cascaded down your cheek. he’s not used to being this gentle and this vulnerable with anyone. it felt strange and foreign. but with you, it all came naturally.

“there’s a lot more shit i wanna say, but i think i’m gonna wrap it up here. it’s late and i’m fucking tired.” he joked and he swore he felt his skin light on fire when he saw you smile at his playful words. “there isn’t anyone or anything else i would risk my job and reputation for, other than for you. so to answer your question: you’re mine, always have been, always will be. and i will always be yours. i’m basically telling you that i love you so....”

he trailed off, looking at the wall because he knew that if he kept looking at you his heart would crawl out of his throat and he would die. or accidentally activate his quirk because he was so worked up and burn you both alive. or both, in either order.

you were still perched on his lap in shock. tears were now freely flowing from your eyes, and they wouldn’t stop no matter how loudly you screamed at your brain to stop. you couldn’t see the genuine, loving grin on touya’s lips when he finally gathered the inner strength to glance at you again, because your eyes were so blurry with your own emotions.

“t-touya...!” you whined, your voice warping into a sob. wrapping your arms his shoulders and burying your face in his neck, you bit down on your lip to keep yourself from losing anymore of your composure. you were definitely moved by his sincerity, but you didn’t want him to see you ugly cry, which was a very real possibility had you stared at him any longer.

touya’s big, rough hands rubbed small, tight circles into the fabric of your shirt, and without another word and a kiss on your temple, the two of you slid back under the blankets and snuggled back into bed, with you clinging onto his broad, taut body. the warmth from his skin and his incoherent whispers—something about being a big crybaby— finally lulled you to sleep.

you had a feeling that he would be here when you woke up.

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villainessprefect · 1 year

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Anonymous asked: hello!! may i request a fic with malleus x gn!reader pls? this is too specific since im having a bad day sooo my request is where reader is having a bad day since they found out their 'friends' talking sh*t behind their back and they didnt attend the whole class for the whole day and ignoring everyone esp malleus (bc reader want some alone time) so at night time, malleus found reader and just comfort them? thank you, have a good day! :)

hello! I hope this fic brings you some comfort!! don't let those types of friends get you down!

title: turn to me

summary: Your latest ‘friends’ turn out to be trash. Their words lead you down a terrible descent. At least someone is willing to reach out to you.

ship: Malleus x gn!reader

word count: 2,167

note: does this need a trigger warning for like. self-loathing?? idk

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You should have known from the start that it would end this way. In this hellish world, you would always be an outcast, the odd one out, the magicless one. No matter how hard you tried to fit in, no matter what you did, you were not part of this world.

But is it so wrong to hope? To think that maybe, just maybe, you could be a part of this world if only for a moment.

Perhaps you were just foolish. Naive. All you wanted was to belong somewhere. Taking a chance to break from your usual friend group had been your own undoing. You should have listened to their warnings and stayed with them. They know these people better than you do. After all, they're just like them, aren't they?

You didn't listen. You let that glimmer of hope lead you down the wrong path. All you wanted was a normal school life. With that, you could believe that you were normal.

"Aren't you tired of hanging around with that magicless Prefect yet? It's so damn boring. We can't do anything with them around!" One complained.

"Just a little longer, we can't lose our gopher just yet." Another says.

"Hey! Maybe we should start calling them our best friend. You think they'll like that?" He laughs. Loud. "I bet they'd think they're part of the group!"

"Man, not even they could be dumb enough to believe that. Although, you know what they say. No magic, no brains."

Vile gossip runs around your latest group of 'friends'. They continue to throw insults your way while unaware of your presence. At some point, you begin to tune out what they're saying. Their voices grow smaller and smaller as you make a run for it, but you can still hear their voices echoing loud and clear in your mind.

You run home, or at least to the place you're forced to call home. The door to Ramshackle is forcibly pushed open, left ajar as you head straight to your room. Your bag and books drop to the ground, supplies scattering on the floor. A part of you thinks to pick them up, another disagrees- what did it matter anyway? It's not like your friends would come over.

Finding comfort in your bed is hard. It's not the best, not the softest, it barely does its job, but its all you have. At least this old thing wouldn't betray you. Hopefully. You don't want to jinx it and have your bed turn into a futon.

You take in a shaky breath and struggle to let the darkness consume you. You're not even tired, but your body aches, your chest stinging with every heartbeat. The longer you stay awake, the more your thoughts haunt you. And the last thing you want to do is let those bastards win.

Your phone catches you off guard. In your haste to hide away from the world, you forgot to toss that aside along with your bag. All you do is dig the buzzing phone out of your pocket and turn it off, not even bothering to see who is blowing it up. Friends, new or old, you didn't want to speak to anyone. You couldn't.

With no more distractions, you lie in bed and succumb to your fate. Nasty thoughts poke at you, prodding at you and telling you how stupid you are. You wish you hadn't been so optimistic about branching out. You couldn't always rely on your usual group of friends, but at this point...it seemed like you had to.

It's impossible to reassure yourself that things are okay. They're not. You think how useless and stupid you are. And that...this is how things should have been from the start. People don't need you, you need them. You're unwanted and alone, and always will be for as long as you're in this world. And when you leave? It'll be like you were never here in the first place.

As the day draws on, you fall in and out of consciousness. You don't recall crying, but your pillow says otherwise. Your stomach craved food while feeling as if it couldn't hold down a single scrap. The only movement you willingly made was tossing back and forth for a more comfortable position.

Ramshackle is eerily quiet. The ghosts aren't hovering over you nor is Grim. The latter is probably with the others. It's fine. He's part of this world, you are not.

Something forces your body out of bed. You don't know what it is. Perhaps its an old habit that takes control of you. One that lets you meet with a dragon fae during the darker hours of the world. He doesn't always show up, and for once you pray he won't.

The cold air hits your body and you shiver. The night air that usually comforts you freezes you instead as you take a seat upon the steps of Ramshackle. The light of the moon reveals all to you. It's truly a beautiful night. One you wish you could enjoy.

A dark shadow looms over you. You don't bother lifting your gaze, merely staring down the legs that have blocked your view.

"Child of man," he starts. You don't move. "You were not at school today."

"Mhm."

"Are you feeling alright?" Malleus asks you. You can't bring yourself to speak. You don't want to have a conversation with him right now. Not with a tainted heart that's laced with the fear of betrayal. Surely he wouldn't be the same as that lot, would he?

No. Deep in your heart you know Malleus would never reach that low. He may be cheeky, but he's always been honest with you. If he wanted to end things with you, he would with the snap of his fingers. But you've always been special in his eyes. You're just...not in the mood to find that spark of hope again.

Your silence causes him to worry. The lack of acknowledgement does as well. Malleus looks forward to being beside you. Your conversations were always odd yet interesting. You never feared getting close to him, physically or otherwise. And your smile was worth waiting a whole century for. Having none of that tonight is a little upsetting. Not at you, but...for you? It's strange, difficult to put into words for him.

"Lilia once told me that silence can be hurtful and comforting, you just need to know when it's the right kind. You do not need to speak and if you wish for me to leave, simply...tell me." The last of his words comes out strained, forced. If his voice could break, you think it would have been heard then.

You take in a breath and decide his fate.

"You can stay."

You don't catch the way he lights up. How his eyes widen in surprise at your answer. His brief moment of joy doesn't last, but he finds it a blessing that you allow him to stay by your side.

Malleus takes a seat beside you. He sits closer to you compared to normal, but you don't mind. You didn't exactly pick the most spacious place to brood.

Having company after being alone all day is a little nice. His warmth helps keep some of those nasty thoughts away. Although you don't think that you really deserve this touch of kindness.

You still refuse to look at him and instead lift your gaze to the stars. You once heard that each star is a different world. With countless stars that fill the sky, that meant there were numerous worlds out there. And if a star went out, that meant the world was gone. It must have been a whimsical tale, yet now you wonder if it's true. Was your world a lost star? Is that why you're here now? Did the heavens think putting you here was better than meeting that fate?

You squeeze your body tightly.

"Malleus..." You breathe out his name, which catches him by surprise. It's unusual for you to not use the nickname you gave him. He makes no comment on it. Only watching and waiting for you to continue.

And when you face him, it hurts to see you.

Tears pricking at the corner of your eyes that are filled with nothing but pain. The sadness you bear is so heavy that he can see it. You look so lost and desperate. The friend he once knew is now broken.

"Do you ever think that...I'm worthless for not having magic?" You ask, pleading for an answer.

"No," he responds, quickly. There's a hint of anger in his eyes. He may not know who hurt you, but the question you posed gives him an idea as to how. "You are an extraordinary human in this world. If you wish to base worth off of magic, then one must do so knowing how to wield it. Even the strongest of mages can prove to be inferior to an amateur who only knows a single spell."

"But I don't know any," you respond. You hadn't meant to cut him off, but it was too late to stop now. "I'm not an amateur and I never will be. In this world, I'm not anything. Just a dumb human who thinks that there might be good in all the wrong places."

"You are not dumb." He responds and reaches out to take your hand in his. You're immediately met with his warmth. He doesn't use magic, but it feels like he cast a spell to soothe your body. "And anyone who says otherwise are the fools here. You have done plenty that others have not, without the use of magic. A hardworking and kind soul such as yourself is admirable. Your valor and resolve are truly commendable." He can't help but smirk. "Who else would dare to allow such weakness in front of me?"

You can't tell if his attempt at cheering you up is supposed to be good or not. It's fitting to come from him though. And it's just enough to make you crack a small smile.

"Only a fool would," you say with no pain in your voice. You can see the little annoyance in his eyes though, disliking at your self-loathing words. But, he allows a pass for the moment.

"Will you show your bravery by telling me what happened to you?"

You take in a breath and grip his hand. The pain from earlier is coming back, almost tenfold. It hurts the same as when you first heard those words spoken literally behind your back.

"Friends. Or I guess they're not friends anymore," you scoff. "I thought I could, you know, be a normal student with a group of friends and..." You shake your head, biting down on your lip.

"Spade and Trappola harmed you?"

"No! No! Not them!" You respond quickly. "Other, no-name, unimportant assholes," you huff out. At least that felt a little good to say, even if the insults were rather weak. "I thought I could befriend a few more people, so just in case...I won't have to be alone. But...that didn't work out."

A loud clap of thunder causes you to jump. Your hold on Malleus tightens as you instinctively huddle closer to him. You hadn't noticed the clear skies being overtaken by dark clouds, causing the night to grow darker. And after catching a flash of lightning, you feared that a storm might be coming.

"Those...not friends of yours," he spits out, as politely as he can. You can feel the anger seeping from his voice as he does his best to remain pleasant before you. "They are unwise for taking your company for granted. Your presence itself is a treasure they do not know the true value of. They are blinded by their own ignorance. If there is no one else that you can turn to, then you can always turn to me. I would never take your company for granted."

You feel a pang of guilt for your earlier thoughts. To even question that Malleus would do you harm- you'd really been a fool.

"Thanks," you whisper and let your head bump onto his shoulder. "I'm sorry for...not being in the best mood tonight. At least I know I can always count on you, Hornton," you chuckle.

Hearing that nickname brings a smile to his face. While the clouds still hover overhead, the sound of thunder and visions of lightning are no more. You release a breath that you'd been holding in and finally begin to relax.

While you know you've been keeping Malleus this whole time, you can't bear to let him go. Not yet. He shined a light upon you that you needed. And maybe, it wouldn't hurt to be a little self-indulgent.

"Can you stay a little bit longer?"

"Of course."

And just like that, the night sky is clear once more.

#twisted wonderland #malleus draconia #twisted wonderland x reader #malleus draconia x reader #gn reader #twst x reader #twst #malleus draconia x you #diasmonia #request

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trash-king18 · 9 months

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m pt. 18

ok ok i know there’s been so much back and forth between these too but for some reason i just couldn’t get past the idea of writing miguel and y/n without including the plot of atsv and the real issues with miguel’s behavior so this part and the next will lead up to the events of the second movie before ending the series with the aftermath and a quick explanation of what i imagine will happen in beyond-tsv

but i will continue posting bits and pieces that can either be read separately or as part of the future of their relationship after this bc i am obsessed with these two atp.

cw: hangover, some smut, more marking, big fight, breakup?

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you woke up with a tequila headache two missed calls and someone banging on your door.

you were still exhausted, and groggy.

“Y/N”

you groan and pull yourself out of bed

“Y/N are you here”

you open the door holding your head

“ay dios mío stop banging please”

“did i wake you up”

“what do you think”

he pushes into your apartment

“uhh ok, what are you doing here”

“you weren’t answering me and.. i didn’t want to track your watch so i just came to check”

“ohh he does learn”

he flashes you and annoyed look

“is that my shirt”

“uhm.. i guess. i must’ve brought it with me on accident”

“oh uh huh definitely an accident”

“i’m not arguing with you this morning my head is killing me”

“i thought you were babysitting”

“i was.. and then i ended up babysitting a bottle with my sister”

“is that why you didn’t answer me”

“uh i didn’t see it until super late, figured you were asleep by then”

“i didn’t sleep last night had to clean up after the mess gwen made last night. besides still could’ve texted, so i didn’t have to come banging on your door.”

“nobody asked you to do that.. hold on what did gwen do?”

“don’t worry about it that’s a work thing, we’ll talk about it at work”

“but i want to know now. is she ok?”

“ay mi cariño don’t be like that. she’s fine. but seriously i wanted to talk to you”

you were suddenly feeling defensive, your talk last night with crystal had you feeling cautious about letting things get too close.

“we’re not together we don’t need to debrief every time we hookup”

“hey what’s up with the attitude”

“i don’t have an attitude i’m just hung over and tired”

“..you need food”

“don’t start with that again i told you i don’t get hangry”

“mmhm right” he starts pushing you towards your bed room “go lay back down”

you don’t fight him about that you’re eyes are still full of sleep so you just climb back in bed.

you’re half asleep when he comes in with empanadas and water

you eat but you refuse to let him think he was right so even though you feel better you just lay back down with a huff

but you feel him crawling onto the bed and you look up

“someone should really teach you not to just climb into someone’s bed without an invitation”

he just lays down next to you and pulls the covers down before he begins slowly pulling the fabric of the t shirt up.

“what are you doing”

“i was interrupted..very abruptly yesterday. i still need to finish”

he continues pulling your shirt up to reveal your tits but you push it back down

“finish what?”

he doesn’t even seem to care as he moves your hand away and pulls it back up again

“this”

he presumes to get back on top of you pulling your legs around him as his hand comes up to grope your tit and he begins kissing the other.

you tell yourself to push him off but it feels good, he feels good.

he sucks your nipple into his mouth which makes you moan despite yourself

“así es, tu cuerpo me necesitas”

that’s right, your body needs me

“i don’t- fuck- think i’m the needy one here”

“No soy necesitado”

i’m not needy

he looks up slightly offended

you look at him unconvinced but he rolls his eyes before continuing, switching to the other side

“estoy atento”

im attentive

“whatever you need to tell yourself”

he ignores you playing with your skin and leaving more marks all over your chest. he finally pulls back satisfied and just looks over you

he says quietly “perfecta”

“are you finished now”

“mm” he sits back and pulls you up with him sitting you on his lap “por que me apuras”

why do you rush me

he wraps his arms around you

“porque no volviste anoche”

why didn’t you come back last night

“i did i got here at like 130”

he gives you an exasperated look “Eso no es lo que quiero decir”

that’s not what what i meant

“i wanted to sleep in my own bed”

“Podría haber venido”

i could’ve come over

“Miguel.. we’re not a couple..”

“and yet.. sigues terminando en mi cama”

you keep ending up in my bed

“i’m being serious right now. we can’t keep doing this”

he let’s go suddenly

“what”

you gently remove yourself from him.

“the hookups, the fights, the sleepovers. it’s messy enough now but given… our pasts this will never be more than that”

“our pasts.”

“we’ve lost too much, and our lives now are too complicated this.. whatever it is.. doesn’t work”

a look of anger takes over his face “we’ve lost?”

“yes”

“your brother died, i lost an entire universe”

“don’t talk about my brother”

“you brought it up”

“you know what i’d ~like~ to bring up”

“id love to know”

“the fact that you only lost that universe because you didn’t belong there”

his face falls and then he looks angry again.

“what did you just say”

“you might not have done it on purpose, and it may hurt just as bad, but honestly i’m tired of you projecting your guilt and cannon theory onto every other spider person in attempts to come to terms with what you’ve lost because you can’t deal with the fact that your world imploded and you don’t actually know why”

he gets up

“and don’t even think about yelling at me, you know it’s true but nobody else has the balls to say it”

he stares at you seething

“don’t come in to work this week”

“what are you firing me now because i told you the truth”

“don’t.”

and then he just walks out slamming the door behind himself

——

“well. thats one way to break up with a guy. get him so mad he essentially does it for you i mean really genius. i applaud you”

“we didn’t break up, we weren’t together”

“uh yeah- you were. maybe not in the normal healthy people way but that was a relationship”

“well it’s over now and i think it’s time i start looking for jobs in this dimension”

“seriously”

“what?”

“no way you’re gonna except going from helping superheroes hold the fabric of the universe..es together to working at a boring lab with a bunch of normal people”

“i don’t think i really have a choice anymore”

“there’s always s choice mana. if he’s as smart as he seems to be he’ll come around

“maybe”

“but you’re welcome to stay here until things blow over”

she goes to take the boys to the bus stop and head to work leaving you alone

lyla calls.

“hey.. so about you and miguel”

“what? there is no me and miguel”

“y/n please i know. i’ve known”

“well it’s over now so it doesn’t matter anyway. do you need me to come in?”

“uhh i wouldn’t. he’s upset right now, about what you said”

“why you think i was wrong too”

“i think it’s been a long time since miguel has thought about what happened with anything other than blind rage and self blame. give him time hon he’ll come around, until then i’ll keep you updated and do my best to keep him.. contained”

“thanks lyla”

“of course y/n… Oh! and one more thing gwen went to visit miles when she was supposed to be on a mission”

“she did?! why would she do that?”

“i don’t know, but things are getting a little hectic here.”

“if he- if you need me for anything call me”

“i will”

“good luck”

“you too”

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m00nl1ght-sun25 · 8 months

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Again me, greenflower guy¿

Omg, poor Lloyd 😭

It was really good, but can I request a second part? Yeah, I wanna know what happen then ‼️

Thanks!

FUCK IM SO SORRY THIS TOOK ME SO LONG- BUT HERE IT ISSS!!!! i’m sorry to do this but there’s gonna be a part three- ….. IM SO SORRYYYYYYDGDHDHDHDHD

also thanks you asher bc they helped me and were my beta reader <3

but here’s the second part to “You and I Drink Poison From The Same Vile”!!!!! :D

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Lloyd sighed but took Brad's Hand.

At that Brad smiles, glad to have gotten his boyfriend to agree to him cleaning lloyd up, and pulls the blond up and off the couch. It causes Lloyd to slightly stumble forward. Brad catches him though, chuckling a bit as he mutters "Sorry“

Lloyd kept his gaze down, shaking his head “ ‘S fine…” He had quietly mumbled to Brad, a small sneeze leaving him.

The elder one of the two sighed but decided against saying anything, so he just took his blond boyfriend by the hand and led him to the kitchen counter, making him sit at the high chair as he had gone to a cabinet to look to some medicine to make sure Lloyd wouldn’t get sick too badly, or better yet not get sick. But knowing the green eyed boys luck, he’d get a cold and would be way too stubborn to say anything until he was severely sick and passes out.

While Brad was on the other side of the kitchen, rummaging through the cabinets for medicine, Lloyd stayed sitting. He was picking at his nails till they started to bleed. His hair falling down and into his face, but he didn’t mind at all.

Finally when Brad had found some ibuprofen(they were in pill form though, Lloyd always throws it when when it’s a liquid, so Brad had to find them in pill form.) he made a “Aha” sound in success. And so with finding it he turns around to Lloyd with the box of medicine in his hand and a soft smile on his face.

The next thing Brad had to do was grab a cup, which he did. Then he filled it up water and handed it to Lloyd, hoping that he would take it without complaining.

Lloyd did just as Brad had hoped, he took the pill and took the water right after to sollow the pill down without saying anything. Yeah, Lloyd did gag a bit at the taste... But he didn't whine about it or anything, but it wasn't like Lloyd had the energy to anyways. He also wasn't in the mood for arguing with Brad over something so simple. He also just didn’t want to argue with Brad in general, he didn’t want to say something stupid then Brad realize what a dick Lloyd is… because Lloyd doesn’t know what to do without Brad, he relays on him too much… he knows it’s pathetic. He’s truly a pathetic creature.

Brad just silently stood there, watching his partner down the pill and water quietly. Recently Lloyd was always so silent, his face always to empty and unreadable. But luckily for Brad him and Lloyd grew up together at Darklys, so he can easily read Lloyd. No matter how difficult Lloyd tried to make it for him.

Brad sighs as Lloyd stared at the floor. Lloyd couldn't help to feel ashamed to be like this infront of brad, he's the green ninja for FSM sake! Lloyd's thoughts were stopped as warm hands cup his cheeks and holding his head up to see Brad staring down at him. Lloyd tried to break eye contact but he was too weak, so he slumped into Brads hands with a defeated look on his tired face.

"Dear, I need you to work with me here." Brad worried voice went inside his ears. "I need you to talk to me, I will hear you out. What happened to you?" Brads sweet voice echoed through out the room.

A warm bubbling feeling started to flourish in Lloyds chest from Brad's care, and his soft, love filled touches. But nothing good lasts. Just as soon as Lloyd started to feel love and happiness to have Brad there, it quickly vanished. Replaced with a cold, fragile feeling.

Lloyd tried to ignore Brad's worried gaze, not answering his question either.

Brad softly let out a sigh of air, he wasn’t exactly frustrated, just a bit upset that Lloyd wasn’t opening up to him. But he knew how hard it was for Lloyd to open up, even to the people he loves and have known for years.

The boy with black hair leaned forward and pressed a kiss on Lloyds forehead, quietly saying “Please, Love.”

But yet again Lloyd didn’t respond. Brad softly rubbed his thumb on Lloyds cheek, patiently waiting for a answer from the blond. But when he didn’t get one and just shook his head, gently taking his hands off of Lloyds cheeks and placing it on the younger’s hand instead.

“Come on, dear.”

Brad softly spoke to Lloyd. “We should get you to bed, you should sleep so you don’t make the cold get worse.” And as if on cue Lloyd sneezed again.

Brad chuckled and dragged Lloyd to the bedroom.

When they had gotten there Brad gently pushed Lloyd to the bed. Lloyd wanted the argue, saying that Brad shouldn’t be doing this for him, that he deserved any little inconvenient thing that happened to him, but he couldn’t open his mouth, he couldn’t speak. He felt so overwhelmed, and just… like he couldn’t say a single word, he felt trapped in his own mind, he couldn’t even get a single croak out. Lloyd was too exhausted to even panic… FSM what is wrong with him?!

So Lloyd just laid there as his boyfriend placed a blanket over his aching body. The blanket made felt

like a warm, fluffy cloud was placed on him, making all of his other feelings disappear. What made it feel even better was when Lloyd watched Brad climb in bed with him, wrapping his arms around Lloyds waist.

Lloyd turned around so he was facing Brad, who leaned down and made there lips meet. They stayed like that for a few seconds, but then backed away. Lloyd felt a lot more relaxed now, cuddling in bed with the love of his life. And so he let out a breath of air, placing his head on Brads shoulder and closing his eyes.

Brad smiled to himself, glad to have made Lloyd a bit better and more content in the time of hurt. Brad kissed Lloyds forehead again, deciding now was a good time to ask Lloyd the question again. Because yes he was in a good mood and this could ruin his mood… but he was also in a good mood and that meant he would hopefully be more honest and tell Brad what’s up.

But Brad pondered on it, maybe he should wait till morning. Yeah, that seemed like a good idea.

#ninjago #lloyd garmadon #ninjago lloyd #brad tudabone #asherdestiny #forgivenshipping #greenflowershipping #ninjago brad #ask box #ninjago fanfic #ninjago fanfiction #lego ninjago

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bigmack2go · 1 month

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I got live‘sies so its time to appreciate‘sies some brackrond‘sies detailies

Not rly bc but i live how it looks like were zooming up, and then back down the lodge before and after santafee prologue

Why tf is crutchie su confused when he wakes up

Jack proceeds to sleep with one of just drawings wtf

He waves his hand infront of crutchie like „ur eyes closed yet??“

Al playing and leaning on the rail ahhhh ahshwksmdnxlxl (in case u didnt know: i love albert)

Race laughing and slapping specs

Everyone just deads in their tracks and teams up when Albert gives his coment that went to far

Finch scratching his head is so real

DID BIRD FLY TWEETY BOY JUST LEAN IN FOR A GOODMORNING KISS

AND DID GINGER MF JUST REFUSE BIRD FLY TWEETY BOY HIS KISS??

The slap on his chest like „not now honey“ 😭swejfcizp

Ike and mike arent in the same thibgy thing. For fucks sake thank god cuz its been bothering me for a while how they only get mentioned in the same context. I hate it when they do that. Wait nvm that looked like mush but it actually was mike.

Naw sniper can be so adorable

Did i mention i fucking love jojo

Smalls snd finch sharing a room ™️

Crutchie is so done w jacks bullshit

LMAO BUTTONS COMBING HIS HAIR

Albert posing infront of the „mirror“ is so me tbh

Ive mever seen anyone struggle this mutch to out on a hat as blink. All those tbh thats smt that could be me prolly

Specs babe what r u doing on the floor

Race shaking his jaket is so overdramatic and its perfect

Mush and henry are a duo I didn’t know I needed.

Why is mush acting like hes in a circus lmfao

Tommy struggling with the pants is everything

Elmer just took his cap off, put it in his pocket, and the magicaly made it apear in his other hand???

Who is tommy saluting at

Naw specs is like a big brother to livesies blink and it breaks my heart in the best way possible

Albert jumps in the middle like when i slide through the kitchen on my socks lmfao

Tbh sniper just wanted to move too

Sky. What was your thought process when you looked at darcy‘s ass instead of Katherine‘s even tho you knew this was gonna be in the proshot?

BUTTONS WTF??

Finch is such a mood istg

Snipe honey ily but you are being a little creepy

HENRY YOU JUST PUT ON THE JACKET HOW DID IT GO OFF U AGAIN?

I demant to know what jojo is doing

Ok smalls just sitting there dangling their feet is everything

BUTTONS ALSO LOOKED AT DARCY INSTEAD OF KATH WTH ?? HER ASS CABT BE THAT BAD /j

Kath awkward queen

Darcy going „alright“ like „okay thats enough, im done— your dONE“

HES SO PROUD 🥹

Specs. Going down backwards are leathers. This are stairs. Please watch where you’re goibg

RACE TOO IS EYEING DARCY INSTEAD OF KATHERINE

Istg romeo and jack r the only ones eyeing kathering wtf is thos?

RACE LOOKS AT CRUTCHES SO KNOWINGLY LIKE AN INSIDE JOKES UNDER BROTHERS LMFAO I LOVE THAT. THEYRE MAKING FUN OF JACK TOGETHER AHSHWKENFN

Ok so elmer actually looked at kath but he honestly just looks angry

Tommy boy save me, youre the only normal person here!

Nvm

Race wtf is your deal??

OKAY SOMEONE HELP ELMER I THINK HES HAVING A SEIZURE

How is blink STILL bot done?!

Jacks just talking to the air

Every single one of finches facial expressions. Like i can’t even count them all.

Hes so done lmfao

Mush? Wtf? Stop? Please?

You wanna share with the class tommy? We wanna laugh too

Buttons just watches like he just gave up like,,, ah whatever you do you

Mush is becoming a poledancer??

WJEN DID SPECS GO BACK UP THERE WTF

Race slapping buttons on the cheek like a grandma💀💀💀

We all agree that albert is that one friend where the whole friendgroup thinks he’s the token straight friends but hes everything but that, its just that he doesn’t talk about it a lot. And there’s that one friend (i wonder who/j) that knows fron experienced how thats just so fucking wrong

Elmer is like „😒😒😒—oh shit thats my cue- IM HAPPY“

So i got aprox two seconds into it and now in tired so see u lmfao

#newsies #edit later tag

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callsign-bunnie · 1 year

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look i know im annoying but can i have more ghost whump 🙏 also learning that’s he’s 24 hurts. he’s so young. imma need you to hurt him bad bc currently i need to feel something so whatever you do will be appreciated 🫡

Look, I'm gonna be straight with you guys, if I don't wanna answer, I just delete the ask. Trust me, you guys are so far from annoying. The only thing that gets to me is how many Konig asks I get and when people as for Noncon/Rape and phrase it as BDSM, even there, just be honest as to what you want, I'm probably still gonna write it.

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Ghost had been captured and was now stuck in a box of some sort. It was too small, making him have to curl at an odd angle to fit. An ache was spreading through his bones and he started to kick desperately at the wood.

Faintly, he thought he heard digging and had to resist the urge to scream. He was pretty sure it wasn’t real, that it was all in his head, but he couldn’t focus. The walls were closing in, threatening to crush him. Reduce him to atoms.

No one was coming. The last conversation he had with Johnny was him brushing him off. Price’s was a list of orders on what to do. He couldn’t remember the last time he talked to any of the others.

Would they even notice he was gone?

Would anyone notice? Or would he just be a shallow grave?

Would they think he just stopped coming? No one knew where he lived. Would he be marked as a deserter, all while he sat there, rotting away while still alive?

He clawed at the wood around him, ignoring the burning sensation behind his eyes. He knew by now he wouldn’t cry. It wasn’t something he was capable of anymore.

Digging his teeth deep into the flesh of his hand, he tried to calm himself. It felt like Roba all over again. He just hoped this person wasn’t into experimentation the same way.

Ghost’s nerves were on fire despite the freezing cold creeping from the grave to reclaim him and he gave in to the urge to scream, hoping his captors would hear him and do something. Anything, just take him out of the box.

They were speaking in a language he didn’t know. Couldn’t piece together. He wanted far, far away.

Soap shook him awake, holding him tight. “Hey, hey, you’re okay.” He was warm against him, shaking away some of the feeling.

Ghost touched his face, realizing he wasn’t wearing the mask. Normally he wouldn’t wear it to bed but something about not having it that night got to him. He grabbed it from the nightstand and shoved it on, not wanting to be Simon at the moment.

“Ghost, what happened?” Soap looked tired, holding on to him.

“I was in a box.”

“A box?” Soap mumbled when it was clear Ghost wasn’t going to explain further. “You screamed.”

“I don’t… want to be in a box again.”

Soap sat up, realizing he had an opportunity to get some information. “When were you in a box?”

Ghost sighed and leaned into him. “Roba put me in two. He used to put me in the a box with a scorpion in it when I wouldn’t go all out in the fighting ring. I’d sit there for hours, trying to stay still so it wouldn’t sting me as much.”

Soap hugged him to his chest, letting Simon hide there. He decided not to ask about the fighting ring today. “And the other?”

“He buried me alive with my captain’s body. They dug him up… Roba told me I should try teaching him what its like to be a man.” Simon sniffled a little. “They shoved me down there. It’s cold. It really is freezing. I had to crawl out of the earth. Tear through the ground until I saw the moon again.”

Soap held him closer. “I’m so sorry, Simon.” He held him close, kissing his face.

Ghost hesitated, but this was… an opportunity. A chance to tell Soap more, in the quiet of their own room.

“They did other things to me… Experiments. They did… things to my hands. Did something to my ligaments or something so they’d bend more. It makes them ache in the cold. And they cut me open and rearranged my insides so many times and….” He buried his face in his neck and held on to Soap.

“Simon, you don’t have to…”

“No. I… want to . I need someone to know. Someone to believe me. No one every believed me…” He held on to him tight. “I got to the border. I got help and they said some of it looked self inflicted. Or like a botched surgery. Said I shouldn’t have went to Mexico. One asked why I’d want to change my figure anyway. They were so clearly blaming me. I tried to tell them about…”

“About what, mo chridhe?”

“I told them I had been raped. They only cared that a man had raped me, they ignored they had women do it too. And they only cared because they needed to do a fucking std test. I told my brother that they had a woman rape me and he said that must’ve been the best part… He didn’t mean it that way… but it felt like one more person blaming me. So I just…. Didn’t bother telling him the rest. I never told anyone. I’m dirty. It feels like the grave dirt is in my cells, packed in every single organ.”

Soap held him tight. “I believe you. I believe you.”

Ghost sobbed, frustrated that no tears fell. He wanted the emotions out of him. “I can feel their hands sometimes. I fought back. I promise I did.”

“Simon, that doesn’t matter. Even if you didn’t fight, it wasn’t your fault. You were… captured. You couldn’t protect yourself then, but you can protect yourself now. And I’m going to protect you too. Keep you safe with me.” Soap put him to his chest, feeling his LT fall to pieces. He held him tighter, trying desperately to keep him together.

“I hated it. I didn’t want anyone to touch me for so long. I want… I want to be normal again. I want touch to be safe.”

Soap frowned. “Is my touch okay?”

“Yes. It’s so good. But I… I just…”

“You don’t have to explain.” Soap reassured, pulling him so he was laying down. He curled around him as best he could despite Ghost being way too damn big to wrap all the way around him like he wanted.

“Do you… think less of me?”

“No, of course not.” Soap felt his heart squeeze. He’d kick those doctor’s asses one day.

“Love you, Johnny.”

“Love you too, Simon.”

#Johnny Soap Mactavish #Simon Ghost Riley #Soap Cod #Ghost COD #Soapghost #Ghostsoap #Soap x Ghost #Ghost x Soap #Macriley #Call of Duty #Call Of Duty Modern Warfare 2 #queue for dinner again hunny?

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its-deputy-caleb · 2 years

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FC6 — Date HC’s

screaming crying sobbing rn I HAVE MISSED WRITING SO MUCH :’) i’ve been so busy atm with assignments but i said fuck it i will procrastinate bc i need some soft FC6 content atm

also this isn’t a request or one of my bigger projects—it’s just very self indulgent and i didn’t want to rush another work bc im stressed n tired from studying so it’s a very generic hc but pls enjoy it nonetheless <33

Dani Rojas

To say Dani missed spending time with you is an understatement. There’s only so many tanks, helicopters and checkpoints she can destroy before she’s wishing to be back in your presence.

That’s why she doesn’t hesitate to call you, asking you to join her on collecting and returning the Triada relics to their place in Oluwa Cave.

The two of you spend an eerie night in Fort Oro, reading old lore and figuring out puzzles as you search for the relics. Of course, once mirrors start smashing Dani is quick to (heroically) grab your hand and squeeze it tight.

“Coño, just what the fuck is going on in this place— you’re not letting go of my hand, right?”

Dani definitely has her fair share of scares and spooks but when she grapples down the well, landing beside you with a soft ‘omft’ she knows she’s in good hands.

As long as you’re with her, its the best date she could ask for, especially when you reach out and kiss her cheek. It’s there she hopes the darkness of the cave hides her flush because she’s absolutely smitten with you in that moment.

Clara Garcia

Clara rarely gets a chance to get off her island, and if she does it’s almost always with a job to do. She’s absolutely beaming at the thought of not only getting to leave without responsibilities but she gets to spend the entire day with her favourite person.

Of course, that excitement drops when she finds you holding horses (graciously borrowed from the Montero Farm) and your knowing smile.

The absolute city girl that she is, Clara finds she has no idea how to ride or control the horse at all— but that only means she hitches a ride with you, her hands wrapped tightly around your waist and her chin perched on your shoulder.

“Now where is my favourite guerrilla taking me? Please tell me its somewhere relaxing… if such a place exists in Yara.”

You can’t help but feel proud at how happy Clara looks upon seeing the small picnic station around Lucero Lighthouse. With a careful dismount, you lead her over to the soft rug where you both share a bottle of rum and delicious snacks that you totally had to bribe Juan to smuggle in for the two of you.

On your way back, with Clara now sitting in front of you on the horse, you clumsily try to teach her how to steer. It doesn’t work very well but the two of you are laughing as you walk around in wobbly circles.

That’s why you’re totally unprepared for the way Clara turns in your arms, cradling your face gently as she plants a soft kiss to your lips as she whispers thank you for an amazing day.

Juan Cortez

For all that Juan loves in being a guerrilla, he has his days where he wants nothing more than to storm off from his workbench and forget about the stress of the revolution.

That’s why he jumped at the opportunity to spend a date with you, after you offered to help reset his stumped out creativity. Sneaking around Esperanza’s La Divinidad Cathedral searching for criptograma chests is just the sort of fun he needed.

The added exhilaration of sneaking past FND made it a thousand times more interesting as you zip lined over buildings and ducked through alley ways.

“I bet you a new supremo that I can find em before you— hey! No head starts that’s cheating cariño!!”

You affectionately lend him a hand for the more challenging grapples, not as agile as he once was in his glory days (and he tries to climb buildings with flip flops) but you let his ego flare up again by letting him collect the ‘Rum’ and ‘La Guitarra’ charts before you.

Of course, that doesn’t mean that as he climbs up a ledge you can’t surprise him by leaning down from you place on the roof to kiss him gently.

Camila ‘Espada’ Montero

It’s a well known fact that Camila takes on too much responsibly at camp, constantly working on training new recruits and planning to drive José into the ground. And you figured it’s finally time for her well deserved break.

The only way you could convince her to drop everything and come with you is by making it appear slightly ‘productive’ — so what better way than a hunting trip right?

The two of you made it all the way up to Aguas Lindas, searching for any unsuspecting mongeese or cougars when you stumbled upon the den of the Demoníaco.

“What you do say, should we get ourselves some infamous coyote pelts? I think a new hat would suit you.”

The two of you worked together, throwing all your fire power at the agile creatures until you finally got your prize. All the hard work was worth it when the two of you made it back to camp with triumphant looks on your faces.

Everyone was celebrating and giving you pats on your backs but none of that crossed your mind as Camila wrapped her arms around you and brought you into a bone crushing hug. Both of you held each other, breathing each other in as you littered sweet kisses to her shoulder and neck.

Carlos Montero

Carlos has built the Montero reputation on hard work and determination— the man priding himself on not taking time off from what mattered most to him.

That’s why he’s absolutely shocked you asked him on a fishing trip, but deep down under the stone, stubborn looks he was excited to relax and spend the day with you.

He’s got zero patience, grumbling as he fumbles with lures and fishing lines before he can even get it into the water and don’t get him started with waiting for the fish to actually bite.

“Are these pendejos de pescado sleeping? Next time I’ll stick with cocodrilos— how the hell did you catch one so fast?”

Carlos can’t believe his eyes when she sees you pull in catch after catch, convinced you’ve got fish hidden in your pockets somewhere. And he totally isn’t at all flustered when you share some of your tricks.

Around midday, the sun is glaring on your back and straining your eyes as it reflects off the crystal blue water. The two of you called it a day for fishing and are simply dangling your legs in the water in the boat.

Carlos takes his hat off at the sight of your discomfort and places it on your head. It’s too big for you, slipping over your eyes and as you lift it slowly you’re met with a gentle kiss and his nose bumping against yours.

Mercedes ‘Jonrón’ Martin

Jonrón has two passions. One— making Admiral Benítez’ life a living hell and two— spending time with you. If she’s not actively exploding tanks and stealing supplies from the FND, then she’s in your company (preferably partying or cuddling)

Being the total history nerd that she is, she jumps at the chance to spend the day with you exploring Yara and finding little pieces of history.

The two of you search through La Joya, jumping from abandoned Mills to Mckay’s pipelines as you stumble across all sorts of journalist notes, offical documents, ghost stories and even saucy diary pages.

“Oh! Oh! You’ve got to read this one! Look its from Lobo— ‘Lucky Mamá slapped me hard today. Hard. Chipped one of my fucking teeth.’ Hah Classic!”

Just being around Jonrón means her energy transfers over to you. You can’t help but smile and laugh along to all the stories she tells you and the way she reads different letters with all the dramatic flare she can muster.

Her head is resting in your lap, eyes trained to the pages she’s collected and flicking through all of them. It’s perfect for you to pull the papers down, revealing her face as you bend down to kiss her with a fond smile.

#far cry 6 #fc6 #far cry #fc6 writing #fc6 headcannons #dani rojas #dani rojas x reader #clara garcia #clara garcia x reader #juan cortez #juan cortez x reader #camila montero #camila montero x reader #espada #carlos montero #carlos montero x reader #jonron martin #jonron fc6 #jonron x reader

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