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wh0re43van · 6 months

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Sparks (Evan Peters X Reader)

Summary: You’re a set director on American horror story’s Freakshow. Evan has been trying to convince you to ‘smoke and chill’ for months, but you’ve always rejected him in fear of jeopardizing your job. After a particularly stressful shoot, Evan finally convinces you to spark with him.

Warnings: intense smut, face fucking, choking, drug use.

Word count: 3k

A/n: This is my first time writing in awhile so I’m bit rusty

"Hey y/n I just re-upped,” Evan announces as he walks up behind me. “He's got the best homegrown around and It's cured perfect every time. Come to my place tonight and I'll let you sample," He offers as he slips an arm around my shoulder. "You don't even have to match, just give me something else in return," he says lowly in my ear. My heart skips a beat and my cheeks blush red. Evans been blatantly flirting with me since we started shooting. It's been my own personal hell having to reject such a perfect man because its 'not professional to have personal relations with the cast'.

"Evan," I sigh as I look up at his dark eyes. "I honestly would love to-" he cuts me off.

"Then consider it y/n," he simply states. I smile at him. I have to admit that he's starting to wear me down

"Evan, I have to finish my walk through before the shooting starts" I turn back to the counter to consult my mockup. He backs up and leans against the wall.

"I’ll just keep you company then," he grins.

•

‘Fuck’ I curse internally as I run from a very angry Mr. Murphy. One of my idiot crew members forgot to do their only job and set out the menus for the next scene. We’re an hour behind on filming and we’re only here for three days. The director is pissed to say the least.

I throw open the door to the storage room and start ripping open boxes. I swear I'm going to lose every last ounce of sanity I have left. We started shooting two hours ago and I've rolled my ankle, got broken glass stuck in my hand, and of course, been bitched at constantly.

"Did you find them?" Evan questions as he closes the door behind him.

"What?" I ask, not processing what he's saying as I rip haphazardly through every single cardboard box in this room, brown paper flying everywhere.

"Did you-" He begins to repeat, then pauses. I feel him grab my arm gently, stopping my whirlwind of motion. "Y/N," he says calmy.

"What Evan?" I snap at him. I can feel the stress dripping out of every pore of my body. Turns out stress smells a lot like sweat. Evan jumps a bit at my tone, then simply points his 'lobster claw' to a box of pink menus that I opened without even realizing it. I was so stressed and overwhelmed I didn't even realize I found the goddamn menus four boxes ago.

I groan and lay my head on Evans chest.

"I'm such a fucking stupid idiot." I mumble his white shirt, feeling tears well up in my eyes. Evan chuckles and clumsily lifts my chin up with his makeup bound hands. His smile immediately drops when he sees my face.

"Hey y/n don't cry," he coos, his voice laced with concern.

"Evan I'm losing my mind," I sniffle as he pulls me into a hug.

"You know what you need?" He asks I shake my head 'yes.'

"A blunt." We both say in unison. I feel his cheek stretch into a smile against mine, proud of himself for finally convincing me.

•

My hand shakes as I ring the doorbell to Evans hotel room.

“Ma’ Lady,” Evan bows as he opens the door for me. What a dork.

“Thank you good sir,” I attempt a curtsy as I walk in. I guess were both dorks.

We chuckle as he latches the door behind me.

“Right this way,” he ushers me to his balcony looking over the city. I step out onto the cool concrete, hearing Heaven Beside You by Alice in Chains playing. There's two bean bag chairs set up with a bundle of blankets on each one. Purple and white string lights hang all around the ceiling and railing of the small balcony.

“Wow Evan, this is really cool. I’m impressed with how you spend your free time,” I admit, sitting down in one of the chairs, pulling a blanket into my lap.

“Actually,” he sits down in the chair beside me as he picks up the rolling tray. “I’ve never done this before. I set all of this up as soon as I got home,” he chuckles.

“I don’t even know what to say,” I tell him honestly. I’m dumbfounded. This might seem like a small gesture, but this is one of the sweetest things anyone’s done for me. He went out of his way just for me.

“Then don’t say anything. Just grab me that bong,” he grins, pointing to the glass sitting on the ground next to the door. I stand up and bend over to pick up the simple clear bong, feeling Evans gaze burn into the back of me. When I hand him the piece, I get close enough to his face to see that his eyes are already glossy.

“Evan Peters,” I tisk. “did you start with out me?” I ask putting my hand to my chest in faux offense.

“I was a little nervous, I’ve been waiting for this for so long… I was scared if I was sober I’d mess it up,” he admits. His pale cheeks tinting pink.

“I’m flattered,” I smile. He opens the metal grinder sitting on his lap and begins to pack the bowl. “but it is rude to start a sesh before your guest arrives.” He hands me the packed bong.

“Well how’s bout you get this all to yourself and we call it even,” he wagers. I take the bong with a smile, accepting his offer. As I put the cool glass to my lips, I reach for the lighter on Evans thigh, but he snatches it, looking me in the eyes as he flicks the zippo, igniting a hot bright flame that he circles around the bowl. He begins to pull the flame away, but I grab his hand to hold the light in place for a couple more seconds. His eyes widen a bit and he smiles.

“Damn I’m glad I didn’t want any,” he chuckles, finally pulling away to spark his own joint. I pull the stem and inhale the milky smoke sharply, holding it in my lungs for bit before exhaling slowly. The smoke clouds around my face before a small gust of wind disperses it.

“Yeah, me to,” I grin softly as Evan takes another hit off his joint. “I can’t believe I’m saying this, but with the past few weeks I’ve had, I’m goanna need a lot more than some weed to recover from all this stress,” I take another hit and lay my head back in the soft chair, finally feeling my muscles relax as the golden light flows through every nerve of my body. I turn my head and open my heavy eyes to look up at Evan.

“Wow that is bad,” he says, staring at something in the distance. I take this moment to truly admire the man beside me. The purple lights cascade onto his sharp features, violet pin pricks reflect in his coffee-colored eyes. The wind blows his loose brown curls around on his forehead as a rough hand holds the paper filter up to his pink lips. The end of the cone glows crimson as his chest rises, taking in a hit of hot smoke. Evan looks down at me to finish his thought. Had I been sober, I would have quickly looked away. But right now, nothing could tear my eyes from this perfect image in front of me. Evans’ eyes lock into mine as he releases the smoke slowly out through his mouth and nose. “Y/n, I-“ he begins, but before he can finish, I sit up and pull his face into mine. Gently kissing him, the smell of smoke mixed with his cologne is intoxicating all on its own. He tenses for a moment, processing what had just happened, before putting his hand on my back to bring me closer.

“I’m sorry,” I pull away suddenly feeling embarrassed for being so forward. Evan looks at me with wide eyes and flushed cheeks for a second before furrowing his brow,

“Are you kidding me,” ashes fall from his joint onto his pants, reminding him of its presence. He takes small drag before finishing. “That’s all I’ve wanted since the moment I saw you.” I smile at his confession. He holds the joint to my lips offering me a hit. We hold eye contact as I pull the smoke into my mouth, then to my lungs. “You’re beyond beautiful y/n,” he compliments. I lean into kiss him, shot gunning the smoke to him. He kisses hard and inhales the smoke as if it’s his last breath. He sits the joint in the ash tray then puts his hand on the back of my head, gently but firmly, so I don’t pull away this time, Evan exhales the smoke though his nose, so he doesn’t have to break the kiss. I clumsily crawl into his lap to straddle him, and his hands instinctively grab my ass. The heat from his hands warming me through the thin fabric of my leggings. I feel hungry, starving for more and more of him. As my knees sink into the soft chair around him, I begin to grind my hips against his.

“Evan,” I breath out, begging to feel more of his skin on mine. He looks at me with lust filled eyes and kiss bruised lips as I begin to lift his shirt up. He grabs my hand gently.

“Let’s go inside, darling,” he whispers. “You never know if one of those creeps are near by.” He looks around, checking for paparazzi. I was puzzled for a second, before remembering Evans’ status. I nod and climb off him. He stands, his dark jeans tented at the crotch and his white t-shirt rising and falling quickly on his chest. He grabs my hand to guide me inside.

“Can’t forget this,” I grin, stopping to grab a fresh blunt and the zippo. He chuckles as I spark the cone. He pulls me into his lounge, locking the door and closing the blinds. After I had a few hits, I hand the joint to Evan as I sit down on the leather couch.

“We don’t have to do anything more than this if you don’t want y/n,” he almost whispers through the smoke, sitting down next to me. I look into his desperate eyes as he hands me the warm paper.

“Please,” I inhale. “Please Evan I need you,” I beg the stoned man in front of me. With that, in one swift move, he takes the cone from my hand, putting it on the side table ash tray, removes his shirt and smashes his lips to mine, laying me down on the sofa. His kisses trail from my lips to my ear. Grabbing my throat gently he whispers. “You have no idea how desperate I am for you,” all I can do is moan in response my brain too high off THC and lust to form a coherent thought. His kisses continue trailing down my neck as his fingers work with the buttons on my black flannel. He smiles like a child when he sees that I have nothing underneath the warm button up. His mouth quickly drops to one breast swirling his warm tongue around as his hand massages my other breast, sending me into a fit of pleasure. After giving the same treatment to the other side, he rips off my leggings. He grabs the waistband of my thong. “May I?” he asks with heavy bloodshot eyes.

“Please,” I nod. He wastes no time removing the flimsy fabric and spreading my already trembling legs. He dips a long finger into my heat, groaning at how slick I already am.

“All this, just for me?” He licks the fluid off his finger, just to dip it back inside of me and out once more. “Have a taste baby,” he reaches his finger up and I close my mouth around it, licking seductively, making sure to keep eye contact.

“Fuck,” he whispers to himself. “Good girl,” he praises with a kiss on my nose. He quickly dips his head back down, licking from my entrance up to my clit, sucking and licking with expertise, earning a loud moan and a string of profanities from me. I quickly feel my orgasm building in my stomach, but its not enough.

“Evan, I need you to fuck me, please,” I whimper. He pulls his head up, his mouth and chin shimmering. I definitely didn’t need to ask twice. He jumps up dropping his pants and boxers allowing his perfect cock to spring free, giving himself a few good pumps. I shiver at the sight. Evan dips his head down to my core one last time, giving me a kiss then allowing a trail of warm spit to drip down and trickle to my entrance. The sight is enough to make me melt into this sticky leather couch. Evan lines his length up with me, pulling my hips up and guiding me onto his dick. Slowly filling me, stopping halfway in allowing me to adjust, but I don’t want it. I buck my hips forward, making him bottom out immediately. A string of curses leaves both our lips as he pokes at my stomach from the inside. He begins thrusting quickly, taking the hint that I’m not wanting to make love tonight. Evans’ toned body begins to shimmer with sweat as he brings a strong hand to my throat squeezing the sides, making me just lightheaded enough to intensify the pleasure. He looks down at me, biting his lip, as he watches my face contort in pleasure from what he’s doing to me. The louder I moan, the harder he pounds into me. My breathing starts to hitch with each thrust as I clench around him.

“Evan I’m going to-” before I can finish my sentence, he pulls out completely, making me groan from the sudden empty feeling. I curse and open my mouth to question him.

“Turn over,” he demands as he stands up. I obey and begin to shift on the couch. “hands and knees.” He specifies, slapping me hard on the ass, I cant help but giggle as the sting lingers on my sweaty skin. I prop myself up on my forearms on the arm of the couch and spread my legs, wiggling my ass a bit as wait for Evan to fill me back up.

“Your body is so perfect,” he says as grabs and kisses my ass before I feel him line himself up again, quickly thrusting in to satisfying the ache in the empty space he left behind in my stomach. Once he finds his rhythm, I feel his hand snake around my throat and the other around my torso as he pulls me flush against him. My shoulders press against his as I arch my back. In this new potion, he hits my g spot perfectly.

“Shit Evan! Yes please,” I pant. “just like this. Please fuck me just like this! Don’t stop,” I plead as I squeeze his strong arms that are wrapped around me. Even groans lowly at the praise.

“I need you to cum y/n,” he whispers in my ear, reaching down to rub circles on my clit. “Can you do that for me, gorgeous?” All I can do is moan and nod my head ‘yes’. His thrust propels me towards my orgasm as I scream out profanities. “That’s it, good girl,” his hot breath moans into my ear laced with the smell of stale smoke. I curl my toes and grip his forearms with all my force, leaving nail marks as my whole body tenses, then releases in pleasure.

“Evan I’m cumming!” My screams and the sound of our skin slapping together fill the room. “Fuck you make me feel so good,” I whimper as he begins to slow down his thrusts, allowing me to ride out my high.

“Good job baby,” he pulls out, pumping himself. “now get on your knees. Open your mouth.” I quickly obliged. I drop down and look up at him. The sight of his heaving, glistening chest and his brown curls sticking to his red sweaty face is enough to make me orgasm all over again. He reaches his veiny arm down and pulls my hair into a ponytail and. I happily open my mouth for him as he gently taps his rock hard tip on my lips, I moan quietly as he begins to slowly thrust in my face. I take it upon myself to press his dick as far as I can down my throat, gagging as my nose touches his abdomen.

“Holy fucking shit baby,” he pants out, now fucking my face. It doesn’t take long before he’s twitching in my deep in my throat and the salty pre cum drips into my mouth. “That’s it baby, fuck,” he swears as he grips my hair so hard I can feel a few strands snapping. It takes all of my strength to pull my head a away.

“Cum on my face, please Evan,” I gasp for breath, looking up at him with tears running from my pink eyes, as thick strands of spit string from my lips to his perfect dick. With a few pumps, and his death grip still on my hair, I open my mouth and hum in satisfaction as he releases his strings of hot liquid all over my face. He groans and curses, finally releasing my hair.

“Fuck y/n,” he sighs, looking down at the beautiful mess he’s created on my face. He brings his thumb to my mouth scooping up some of his cum and bring it to my lips. I smile around his thumb, lapping up all the liquid. “I can’t believe how beautiful you are,” he looks at me with such strong admiration in his eyes, I can’t help but blush as I lay my head into the hand he puts on my cheek. “Lets get you into the shower,” he begins guides me to the bathroom but I stop him.

“Don’t you want a cigarette first” I offer, grabbing the menthols from my flannel pocket. He grins. “Well, I’m not going to ever turn down a cigarette after sex that good,” he looks at the state of my face again. “But let me at least wipe off your face first. It’s the least I could do.” I giggle as he walks over to get a wet rag. This is absolutely worth risking my job for.

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michaelangdonsslut · 3 months

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Hi!! Can I request an angsty / dark themed fic about Kit Walker in Briarcliff pretty pls? <3

heyy! I've had so much Inspiration from this request as I rewatched asylum not too long ago :) here u go luv !

word count; 600 warnings; dark themes, angst, violence, kit trying to escape lol

Trapped In Briarcliff

The air in Briarcliff hung heavy with the weight of despair, the whispers of tormented souls echoing through It's dimly lit halls. Among the inmates, Kit Walker stood a solitary figure, accused of crimes he did not commit, trapped in a nightmare from which he could not escape.

It began on a fateful night, when the body of a young nurse was discovered within the confines of Briarcliff. The authorities wasted no time in pointing their fingers at Kit, already marked by the shame of his past. Despite his protests of innocence, sister Jude did not wanna hear anything, locking up the man in an underground dark cell with nothing but dampened walls, his pleas falling on deaf ears.

As the days turned into weeks, Kit found himself captured in a web of suspicion and deception, his every move surveyed by those who saw him as nothing more than a monster. The true killer remained at large, lurking in the shadows, their identity shrouded in mystery. Alone and isolated, Kit was consumed by a sense of helplessness, his spirit broken by the relentless onslaught of accusations and scorn. But amidst the darkness, a flicker of hope remained--a glimmer of defiance that burned bright within him.

Kit sat alone in the dimly lit corner of his room, the cold stone walls closing in around him like a vice. The echoes of distant screams reverberated through the air, a haunting reminder of the horrors that lurked within Briarcliff's walls.

His mind raced with thoughts of escape, a desperate longing to break free from the suffocating grasp of the asylum that held him captive. With every fiber of his being, Kit yearned for the open sky, the feel of fresh air against his skin, for the chance to reclaim his freedom.

Despite the risks, Kit could not shake the burning desire that smoldered within him--a fierce determination to defy the odds and forge his own path to freedom. With each passing moment, the urge to escape grew stronger, fueling his resolve to break free from the chains that bound him.

Kit's heart pounded with fear as he crept through the dimly lit corridors, his every step muffled by the oppressive silence that hung heavy in the air. The taste of freedom lingered tantalizingly on the edge of his lips, driving him forward despite the gnawing sense of dread that gnawed at his insides.

But just as he reached the main doors to freedom, desperately trying to get out of this hell-like place, a sharp voice cut through the darkness, freezing him in his tracks. "Where do you think you're going Walker?" It was the unmistakable voice of one of the guards, a hulking figure whose mere presence sent shivers down Kit's spine.

Before he could react, strong hands seized him roughly, dragging him back into the suffocating embrace of Briarcliff. The orderly's eyes burned with fury as he delivered a punishing blow to kit's stomach, the force of it knocking the breath from his lungs.

Pain exploded through Kit's body as he crumpled to the ground, gasping for air as the world spun dizzily around him. But even as he lay broken and defeated, a defiant spark flickered in his eyes, refusing to be extinguished by the darkness that threatened to consume him.

As the guard raised his hand for another blow, Kit braced himself for the inevitable onslaught, steeling his resolve against the torment that awaited him. For in that moment, he knew that no matter how hard they tried to break him; his spirit would remain unbroken, a beacon of defiance in the face of oppression.

#kit walker #ahs asylum #american horror story #evan peters #tate langdon #kit walker smut #lana winters #jessica lange #cody fern #light angst #sister jude #ahs smut #american horror asylum #kit walker x reader #kit walker x you #tate langdon x reader #evan peters x reader

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nik-barinova · 10 months

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I need more people to talk Star Wars Canon x OC with

#canon x oc #star wars #star wars the clone wars #star wars oc #star wars au #darth maul x oc #savage opress x oc #obi wan x oc #captain rex x oc #cody x oc #hunter x oc #wrecker x oc #tech x oc #crosshair x oc #echo x oc #anakin x oc #kit fisto x oc #please

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eomereadig · 8 days

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Requests are OPEN!

Hey guys, just letting you know that my inbox is currently open for The Clone Wars requests!

I'm still going with all my Whumpril stuff which can be found here and on my AO3 but need some ideas for what to write after! I write for most characters but take a look at the rules below before sending one in :)

Rules:

One request per ask - feel free to send in more than one though!

I don’t write reader-insert stuff anymore so character/general pairings please

No crossovers of any kind, I’m not creative enough for that shit

I reserve the right to delete any request I don’t vibe with

NSFW is allowed (and encouraged)

If you have an AO3 account, feel free to include a link to that so when I post your request, I can tag you in it!

Red List:

The following are tropes and pairings I’m not willing to write on request at the moment so please don’t ask

Major character death

Sexual assult

Severe mental health conditions including s/h since i’m around that a lot for work and don’t wanna think about that!

Kinks involving bodily fluids or scat

If you want to request something but are a little brain-dead like me, I have a list of prompts here that I like to use!

#announcement #star wars fanfics #star wars #obi wan x cody x rex #commander cody #codywan #codex #obi wan kenobi x kit fisto #obi wan kenobi #obimaul #obikin #anakin skywalker #rexwalker #captain rex #commander fox x commander thorn #commander fox #commander thorn #fives x echo #clone trooper: echo

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sykokittyy · 2 years

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Are you aware of Evan Peters supposed new gf? She has a very bad reputation online and has expressed that she hates his fans. Thoughts?

tbh I never heard about her until I seen a evan peters fanpage posted that they made their first appearance together at the oscars party, but if she’s expressing that she hates his fans then she might want to tread lightly because that can cause problems with not just her reputation but evan’s also 🤦🏾‍♀️. But she’s pretty though, I’ll give her that 🤍.

#evan peters #kit walker #ahsfx #ahs hotel #james patrick march smut #ahs 1984 #michael langdon x reader #cody fern #001 x reader #stranger things #sarah paulson #ryan murphy #ahs double feature

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danceswithsporks · 1 year

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On the (late) fourth day of Bad Batchmas I gave to all of yooouuuuu

Jedi secrets!

I’ve decided to write little ficlets up until the boys return from getting ice cream! Err..Season 2!

Now this will take place in the universe I’ve built for my fic A Star Above the Rest! Some may be sneak peaks at future events, little glimpses into past events, or things I wanted to do but couldn’t work into the story! I hope you all enjoy them and Happy Holidays!

Note: As this is an 18+ blog there may sometimes be adult themes (like right now). Minors DNI or else!

Day 4 of 12 Days of Bad Batchmas: Jedi Secrets!

“Commander? Have you seen General Kenobi?” Master Fisto looked at the yellow clad clone. “We have a meeting with the council that we need to attend.”

“He’s uh..” In the storage room behind him with the Duchess? Playing tonsil hockey with the leader of Mandalore? “Discussing possible shipping routes with a Representative of the trade federation.” How much trouble could he truly get into for lying to the Jedi?

“Huh” Fisto looked questioningly at the Commander before nodding. “If you see him, let him know about the meeting?”

“Yes, Sir.” Watching as the Master gave him one final look before walking away, Cody let out a long sigh before knocking three times in the door behind him. The sound of shuffles and mumbling could be heard before the door finally slid open.

“Is there a problem, Cody?” With his signature smirk, Obi Wan stepped out of the room while adjusting his robes.

Cody let out an annoyed sigh as he helped fix the Generals robes. His gloved hand pulled up the bottom of the outermost cloak and he used it to wipe lipstick off of the Generals neck. “You are required at a meeting with the council, Sir. General Fisto was looking for you.”

Obi Wan pulled out his datapad and checked the time. “Indeed.” He was almost running late. “Please make sure everything inside is taken care of?”

“As always.” A warm pat was placed on Cody’s shoulder before General Kenobi walked casually away, a whistle coming from him.

After a few minutes the door slid open once more and the Duchess Satine elegantly walked out. Every piece of her outfit was perfectly in place as if she hadn’t just been in the closet being destroyed by a Jedi. “Already off on his next meeting?”

Cody simply nodded before motioning for her to lead the way. “You know him. Easily flitting from meeting to meeting.”

“How do you manage to keep up with him? I understand the time restraints on one during a war better than anyone else and even I’m tired after a meeting with him.” Satine ran delicate fingers through her hair, detangling the few knots placed in it from Kenobi's thick fingers in it.

“I’ve found it a bit easier to keep up with him lately.” Hands clasped behind his back, Cody thought of a certain young Jedi whose endurance was helping him keep up with Obi Wan. A small smirk crossed his lips at certain special memories.

Satine hummed knowingly as she caught the smirk on the clones face. “Now this is fascinating. Tell me Commander, do you have someone who you’re sweet on?”

Cody’s feet stopped as he looked at her in surprise. “How could you tell?”

An elegant laugh came from Satine before she spoke. “Men always carry this air about them when they’re harboring feelings for a special someone.” They had this secret smile they carried, the only person who knew where others..and women. “So who is it?”

“Nice try, ma’am. I won’t tell the General and I won’t be telling you.” He knew he was safe to joke with the Duchess. They had countless times before and once he’d gotten past the initial awkwardness, he found her quite entertaining.

“Do i atleast know this person?” Her delicately shaped eyebrow raised to him.

A chuckle came from Cody as they neared her transport. “I can say that you have in fact met her.” Smirking, he held her hand as she entered the vehicle. “I’ll also give you another hint. She’s close to Senators Mothma and Amidala.”

Oh now this was juicy, who could it possibly be? “Good to know.”

-*-

“Master Aayla, have you seen Commander Bly?” Cal stood at the feet of the Twi’lek Jedi. Having been dropped off by Zirena for some tactical reconnaissance training.

Hazel eyes shifted down to the ginger padawan, she’d completely forgotten about him arriving today. “Oh, he’s…” a thump came from the training room behind her.

Cal tilted his head at the sound. “Is he in there? Perfect!” Moving his little feet, he began to head towards the door.

Her hands moved faster than she intended and almost clotheslined the small padawan. “You can’t go in there!” Another thumb came from the room before a loud grunt. The poor child coughed away the feeling of her wrist against his throat. “Sorry, little one.”

“Why can’t I go in there?” Cals hand rubbed his neck carefully as Master Secura patted him down, making sure he wasn’t injured.

“The room is being renovated. There’s tools and the likes everywhere. Very dangerous for you to be in there.” Her eyes shifted around as she tried to find someone, anyone, to distract the child.

“Master Ka’ve said it’s good to learn about our ships! Can I take a look?” He reached his hand out to tap the panel, only to have it slapped away again.

“Usually I would be one to agree with your Master. But as the floor has been completely ripped up and there are wires and pipes everywhere. I’d hate for you to be injured.” She ran a reassuring hand across his little cheek.

Cal frowned, she had a point. Zirena would be livid if he got hurt for a stupid reason like playing in a room under construction. With a dejected sigh he stepped back. “Ok. I’ll go look in the mess hall for him.” Taking a few steps away he stopped and looked back at her. “Do you know where I can Master Fisto?”

In the room behind her? Aayla shook her head. “I believe he is in his room meditating. Perhaps try there next?”

He’d checked there already, but he figured he might as well check again. “Oh, I’ll check again then. Bye, Master!” With a little wave he was gone.

Aayla let out a long sigh before hearing the door slide open behind her. Thick green fingers circled her arm before pulling her into the room. Once she was in and the door was secured, two sets of lips were upon her neck. “Sorry I took so long. I forgot that Zirena dropped off Cal.”

“Fuck. I forgot about that.” Bly huffed in annoyance into Aaylas lovely skin. All he wanted to focus on right now was her.

“He’s looking for you as well, little fish.” Her playful pet name made Kit growl against her skin, his fanged teeth running down her clavicle and towards her breasts. She hummed at the wonderful feeling.

“Hmm, Zirena probably sent a mission update with the child.” A past conversation came to mind. He hoped the mission was a success. A problem for later. His thick fingers gripped Aaylas waist as he pressed into her.

“So much to do, so little time.” A laugh came from the blue skinned Twi’lek as Bly squeezed her ass. “I guess I should start with you two.”

-*-

Zirenas heel clicked nervously as she stood outside Padmes office. Anakin and Padme were really doing this here? Now! They had an important proposal that needed to be looked over and the two of them were really hooking up now? Maybe she wouldn’t be this upset if Rex had come back as well. Instead she was waiting for her friend to get laid.

“Ah, Representative Rexalus, how are you?” Mace Windu smiled at Zirena. Happy to see her settling in.

“Master Windu!” Shit. “What are you doing here? I thought you were off planet?”

“Ah I was, but something came up and it’s important that I speak to Senator Amidala at once.”

That’s it, secret blown. “Oh, she’s in an important meeting right now. It’ll be a while.”

Mace raised an eyebrow to her. “Is that so? Her schedule shows she should be free right now.”

Well of course it did. She was supposed to be free. But when your secret husband shows up suddenly. It’s common to drop everything so you can get railed on your desk. “Oh, yes it was a last minute emergency meeting. Something about Felucia.”

He hadn’t heard anything about Felucia, but perhaps he just hadn’t been informed yet. “Interesting. Well let me wait with you. This is important and must be discussed as soon as possible.”

Nooo. Zirena fought the urge to visibly react to the news. “Oh, perfect.” She motioned to the space beside her. Begging and pleading with whatever god she needed to beg that Padme and Anakin would be quiet for once . Smiling, she hummed and balanced on the heels of her shoes. Waiting for anything to make Mace walk away.

“General Windu! It’s good to see you.” Howzer rounded the corner and nodded to the two Jedi. His eyes looked at Zirena in confusion as to why she was standing outside.

“Oh Captain Howzer! It’s good to see you!” Mace walked over and shook Howzers hand tightly. “How have things been going here? You’re keeping our Representative nice and safe I take it?”

Howzer looked at Zirena as the woman made a face at him, silently begging for him to take her Master away. “Uh, yeah. She’s a handful, but I’m adjusting.”

Zirena was going to throw something at this man. Sometimes clones could be really dense. Raising her hand to her ear she tugged on it a few times before tilting her head towards Padmes office. When Howzer still didn’t understand, she bit her lip in frustration. Underestimating her irritation she felt her tooth slice her lips. Hissing in pain she brought her hand up to her lip and pulled it away, red blood glistening on it.

“Zoya!” Howzer rushed over to her and took her chin in his hand. “I warned you about doing that.”

Mace chuckled as he shook her head. “She’s been doing that since she was a child. Come on, let’s go get her some ice.”

“Thank you.” Zirena watched as they walked away, only to hear the door open behind her. Talk about being close.

“I’ll give Rex your love, Zirena.” Anakin nodded to her as he walked away. A satisfied smile on his face.

Of course that would be her luck. Honestly, sometimes it was hard keeping all of these secrets.

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“Rex, we need to hurry.” Zirenas head rested against the clone Captains shoulder as he continued to thrust into her.

“I don’t get time to be with my riddur that often. Let me enjoy this lovely body of yours.” His words were dark and lustful. A hand snaked between them as he began to rub her clit forcefully, trying to pull her closer to her peak.

Stars, it felt so amazing to have him buried inside her. But Anakin was surprisingly standing guard out front and she didn’t know how long they had. She felt herself getting closer and closer. Rex was so unbelievably skilled with his hands and she loved it. “Rex…please…so kriffin close.”

A knock on the door had them both stopping. Seriously? She was so close and they were being interrupted? She’d kill whoever was interrupting them. Clenching around Rex, she felt his grip tighten before he continued to silently thrust.

“I’m sorry Obi-Wan, I don’t know where Zirena went.” Anakin kept an even and straight face. Nothing could break him. Zirena and Rex covered for him and Padme far too much for him to crack.

“A shame, I was hoping to test her on her latest weapon.” Kenobi ran his hand over his beard in thought. “If you see her, let her know I’m looking for her?”

“Of course, Master. I’m sure she’ll turn up. Perhaps she’s in the showers?” Definitely wrong, but Kenobi didn’t need to know that.

“Come along, Cody. Let’s check the hangar once more. Perhaps her droid can tell us.” Obi-wan motioned down the hall.

“Actually, Sir. I need to discuss something with General Kenobi. Pertaining to his new shinies coming in.” He nodded to Kenobi who raised an eyebrow before leaving. Only once the General was gone did he turn back to Anakin. “They’re in there, aren’t they?”

Anakin let out a sigh before nodding. “That obvious?”

Cody shrugged as he stepped towards the door. “I can smell her perfume.”

Her perfume? Anakin hadn’t noticed it. “Oh. Wait, where are you going?”

A hand over the panel, Cody smirked. “Just letting them know that Kenobi is looking for them.”

Before Anakin could say anything more, the door was shutting behind Cody and locking. Now what was going on there.

Zirena gasped at the sound of the door opening. Who the hell was coming in? But when she saw Cody her smile only grew. “Cody!” Her word came out in a breathy exhale. Rex still buried between her legs, she extended a hand to the two twelfth commander.

“Sorry, it took Kenobi longer to get off the scent than I expected.” Cody pulled his armor off quickly before walking over and taking the Jedi's mouth in his. “Now. How’s my girl feeling?”

Pupils blown in ecstasy, Zirena accepted a deep kiss from Cody.

Rex smirked as he continued to fuck her. “Absolutely amazing. Getting her warmed up for ya.”

Cody pulled away from Zirena and smirked as he began to undo his pants. “Perfect.”

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mythicalmyles · 4 months

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Nerd!Toby xJock!Male!Reader x Nerd!Cody

Noncon/cheating/threesome/camera/drugging/blackmail/degradation/needles/

Your room mate set you on edge, he looked like a nerd but he had an aura around him. You were always doing what you could to not be in when he was, you were sure he knew you were avoiding him. When you did bump into him his cold brown eyes would be set on you, it wasn’t the tic’s or cracks that bothered you. He seemed dangerous.

When your professor had teamed you up along with his equally creepy friend, you figured he still held his grudge from your prank last year. You didn’t bother fighting him, it would only result in nothing changing. He was incredibly stern, accepting nothing but the best.

That's how you ended up sandwiched between the two on the couch, you still had on your football kit. You pretty much came straight after practise hell bent on finishing the damned project as soon as possible. You felt surrounded, you guessed you were when you were stuck in between two males who had you beat on height and muscle. It boggled your mind, sure neither were on any teams. Yet they were both bulky.

Toby pushed his jet black glasses up his nose, expression as emotionless as ever. Both of them looked drained, their eyes holding many secrets.

“I-i guess we could do local history? There a lot around here.” Cody chuckled, lips tugging into a smirk. “Like all the people who disappear?” Your hair stood on end, keeping your own face blank as you kept looking at the paper in your hands. “Uhm-Yeah. We could do that.” You flinched when your voice cracked, breathing suddenly becoming a lot harder. You could feel your mouth drying up, swallowing down what you could you cleared your throat.

“Do you know someone who went missing?” You almost felt afraid of your own question, the air felt thick the second the words left your lips. Besides you Toby tensed up, Cody giggled. “I know somethings.” You didn’t push it, wishing you had bitten your tongue. You tugged on your shorts, your team colours glaring back at you.

Cody dropped his hand onto your thigh, your eyes doubled as you shot your head up to look at him. “You ever been fucked?” Your mouth dropped open, staring into his bright green eyes. “I-uh-a-.” You choked out, barley registering what he had just asked you. You went to grab his hand off of your thigh, a hand suddenly stopping you and reminding you of the other presence in the room.

Toby had large hands and no problem holding your wrist in place, laughing at your struggles to free yourself. You could feel panic rising in your chest, freezing as Toby grabbed your other wrist with his free hand. Toby kept your arms by your head, Cody's hands were quick to wedge under your knees, pulling your thighs up and apart. This was the smallest you had ever felt, blood running cold as the two pressed you between them.

You couldn't slow your thoughts fast enough to come up with any cohesive words, a mix of nonsense and begging plagued your voice. The two weren't even fazed by your begging, Cody going as far as to mock you by pulling an overexaggerated sad face before bursting into a fit of laughter. It sounded harsh, like you were the funniest person in the world. Cody ground against you, he thrust you hard enough to push you into Toby's chest. All you could smell was Toby, the scent of wood and dirt filling your nostrils along with something else unique to him. You tried to deny liking the smell, beginning to squirm again. Toby's grip on your wrists tightened, making you whimper and stop.

They were quick to take advantage of your frozen state, Cody’s cold hands running up your sides only stopping to rub circles around your nipples. Whines flew from your throat as sparks of pleasure began running through your body. “Big tough footballer moans when he gets his nipples played with?” Cody grinned, his teeth sharp as he grinned down at you.

You tried to deny it, trying to choke down the moans that wanted to spill out. Toby pulled your hands behind your back, pulling his belt off and tightly winding the broken leather over your wrists. "Th-this isn't funny." You choked out, tears threatening to spill over your lashes. Cody pulled off your shorts and boxers, throwing them off into a random direction.

You could feel your stomach burning, body shaking as Cody spread your legs. His dark green eyes ate you up, red hot shame flushing up your neck as the other stared openly at your most intimate area. Toby's hands moved to your chest, toying with your nipples. The moment your mouth opened Cody slipped three fingers down your throat. You choked on his digits as he began fucking you with his fingers, eyes focused on watching you as your drool dripped down your chin.

All you could do was whine, body twisting between the two men as pleasure rolled up through your spine. You felt helpless, trapped in between two of the creepiest men on the entire campus. Something about them was wrong, something not human about them.

You had thought they had something to do with the missing people, they appeared just before the first. Some had been found, cut to the bone. It had been horrific according to the sheriff who came onto campus to warn you of the dangers lurking through the once quiet town. “Keep him still.” Cody smirked, sharp eyes keeping you pinned in place without the need for Toby.

Cody rooted around in his bag, throwing random object out of the beaten duffle bag. The sight of the bag alone was enough to create knots in your stomach, convinced they were about to kill you. Cody turned back around, his eyes dark as he flashed you a needle. He made a show out of pushing the needle into the vial, eyes barely leaving you as you shook in Toby’s arms.

Cody’s hand was rough against your jaw, tilting your head to the side and ignoring your struggle as he pushed the needle into your skin. You couldn’t stop the whine that was torn from your throat, eyes scrunched shut as you felt the liquid shoot into your body. “Don’t worry baby boy, you’re about to feel real good.” He chuckled as panic flooded through your body before being wiped out by a heat flooding through your veins, cock twitching painfully hard. Toby’s fingers returned to your chest, hands grabbing your pecs and squeezing them. “Pretty tits.” Toby slurred into your ear, the sight of you melting down infront of them going straight to his cock.

You let out a loud sob when Toby began to twist your nipples, rolling the buds between his fingers. It felt unreal, waves of please going straight to your stomach. Whatever Cody had injected into you had sent your mind reeling, unable to comprehend any thoughts that few through your head. Cody slide two spit covered fingers into your hole, it felt uncomfortable at first. You weren’t use to the stretch but the drugs currently flowing through your system quickly outweighed the pain, toes curling as stars danced in your eyes. You broke down when Toby’s hands moved to grab your cock and balls, quickly cutting off the orgasm that almost smashed through you.

“N-ple-please!” You sobbed out, Cody’s fingers continuing their assault. “Not until we say so.” Toby’s voice had taken a dark note that left you shaking in his arms. His voice was laced with warning, a promise of something much worse. You tried to tell yourself that your eyes weren’t rolling into the back of your head because of his voice, biting your lip as you tried to shake the thoughts out of your head.

You fell back into Toby’s chest, the larger male easily wrapping around you. It felt smothering being trapped between the two, but you couldn’t deny you were loving every moment. You had always had dark fantasy’s, you’d thought that was how they’d stay. You wondered if Toby had caught you eyeing him, you couldn’t deny that when he was in your line of sight your eyes would always drop down to his snake bites. You always had wondered what other piercings he had, you’d counted at least over ten on his face alone. Cody was another story, he was always skulking about the chemistry lab. You’d caught his leering at your ass and thighs a few times, fighting the spark it sent through you. “I wonder how your little girlfriend would feel if she could see you now.” Cody’s tone was mean, a look you couldn’t describe on his face. He looked angry, but he was exuding smugness as he looked down at you.

It felt like a punch to your stomach being reminded of your girlfriend, you had only been with her for a week but guilt still clawed at your mind. A flash of light suddenly blinded you, forcing your eyes closed as they tried to recover. You whined as you opened your eyes, about to ask what the hell had just happened before horror filled you. Cody smirked down at you, his phone pointed directly at you. “N-no.” You choked out, convinced your life would be over if people saw that photo. “You be a good boy then.” Toby’s voice had that dark hint to it, another hidden promise.

You couldn’t believe how much your cock was leaking, eyes zeroed onto Cody’s cock. You barley had a moment to feel shame before fear flooded through your stomach, breathing picking up. He was the biggest you had ever seen, his cock was thick. You were astonished someone like him was packing so heavily, he looked like an incel. Yet here you were trapped between two of the biggest losers on campus, moaning like a whore as they violated you.

You wondered if Toby was similar, your thoughts were cut off by Cody spitting onto his cock. “I-it’s not gon-gonna fit.” You hated how small your voice sounded, quivering at the mere thought of Cody pushing his cock into you. The sound of a bottle cracking open snatched your attention, trying to turn your head to see the cause. Toby wrapped an arm around you, keeping you flush to his chest as he leaned back. You could feel his muscles moving against you, a whine slipping from your lips.

Both of them were bigger and stronger than you by miles, the idea that both could treat you like you weighed nothing had your thighs clenching around Cody’s hips. Cody lubed himself up generously, your panicked eyes watching as he twisted his hand around his cock. Preparing it to slide into your hole. Tears pricked your eyes in anticipation, unaware of Cody’s eyes glued to your face. Enjoying the worried look on your face as you looked down at his cock. “You’re gonna take it.” Was all the warning you had gotten before he pushed into you, your mouth dropped in a silent scream as you arched your back. You felt yourself choking as Cody finally slide into you, flopping back against Toby. You could feel your entire body shake as Toby slide deeper, the sound of lube squelching inside of you sending heat soaring to your cheeks.

Cody didn’t stop until he had buried himself into you, his stomach pressing against your cock. Tears freely fell down your cheeks, mouth dropped open as you gasped for air. You felt full, too full. Cody’s hands roughly grabbed your face, pushing you to look into his eyes. “So fucking pretty.” Cody muttered out, the compliment went straight to your cock.

Once your breathing had calmed you felt Cody pull out, you couldn’t help but moan as you felt him slide out. He kept his head inside of you, he didn’t leave your mind much time to catch up before he snapped his hips and buried himself back into you. You felt your nails dig into your arms, the belt chafing your skin as you were thrust into. You didn’t notice you had started babbling, moaning as you were fucked by another guy for the first time. He felt like he was slamming into your stomach, it was all too much for you to handle. “S-s’goo-ood f-Ah!” You whined out as his cock slammed into your prostate, it wasn’t long before you felt your first orgasm slam into you. You all but shrieked, white clouding your vision as you finally came. “Such a nau-naughty boy.” Toby whispered into your ear, his arms wrapped tightly around you, keeping you in place for Cody.

You tried to babble out an apology, voice catching when Cody began fucking you at a pace that couldn’t be human. Any apology you had for Toby was dead on your tongue as you broke down into a moaning mess, body trying to twist in Toby’s arms. All he did was hold you tighter, trying to keep you still.

Suddenly Cody stopped his thrusts, pulling you to his chest as Toby undid your binds. You lay your head on his shoulder, arms wrapped tight around his shoulders as you sobbed into his hoodie. It smelled like death, it was hard to think too much of it when Cody began fucking you in your new position. You almost squealed as your overstimulated hole was abused further, drool dripped down your face, soaking into his hoodie. “I think we keep this pretty puppy.” Cody’s arms tightened around you, you tried not to show how his words turned you on but your spine stiffened up. “Yo-you like tha-a-that, huh?” You shook your head, burying your face farther into Cody’s sweater.

Toby’s hands moved to hold your hips, Cody leaving you sitting on his lap as his hands slid to your ass. You let out a pathetic cry when Cody slid both of his middle fingers in along side his cock. “T-too much!” You cried out as you shook, feeling Cody’s muscles ripple against you as he fingered you. His cock felt like a huge weight in your stomach, leaving you pinned down against him. You knew you probably looked a mess, tears, snot and drool decorating your face.

You barely registered him pushing another two fingers into you, Toby’s thumbs rubbing against your hips. “Such a pretty little bitch.” Toby pressed his lips against the back of your neck, his teeth pressing into your skin. You felt yourself whimper, feeling Toby break the skin. He lapped up your blood, groaning at the taste. “I can-can-n’t wait.” Toby huffed out impatiently, Cody’s fingers pulled out of you. You heaved out a sigh of relief before your panic was renewed by the feeling of Toby’s cock pressing against you hole.

Before you could beg them not to you felt Toby push into you, you fell boneless between them. Your teeth tore into Cody's hoodie, your drool soaking his shoulder. Toby muttered about how much of a good boy you were, his face pressing into your back. Toby wasted no time in bottoming out inside of you, you felt their chests heaving at either side of you. Your body shook uncontrollably, Toby's strong arms wrapped around your chest while Cody's hands dug bruises into your hips.

Toby pulled you away from Cody, taking the brunt of your weight and relishing in the cry the feeling of their cocks inside of you tore out. You were reduced to a whimpering mess, tears rolling down your cheeks as you were stuffed beyond your limit. Both of their cocks rubbed against your prostate with every movement, Cody rocked your hips a few time and your second orgasm washed over you. You wailed out as Cody ground you down onto them, their cocks wrapped up tight inside of you. You wondered if they could even move.

You could feel lube and precum dripping out of you and down your thighs, you shuddered at the sticky feeling. Cody suddenly grabbed your hair, forcing you to look down at your stomach, your eyes doubled. "You see that, pretty boy? That's our cocks, stuffing your tummy full." Cody giggled when he pressed down on your stomach, high pitched whines falling from your lips.

Sweat dripped down your face and back, body pushed past it's limits. Cody grabbed his phone again, leaning back so he could get a picture of his cock wrapped up snug inside of your ass along with the bulge in your stomach. You really hoped they'd keep to their word. He took a few different pictures, his free hand sliding up your stomach and to your nipples. He rolled the bud between his fingers as he filmed you, he bit down on his lip, the tears that dripped down your face really did it for him.

He knew by your broken sobs they'd pushed too hard and fast but it was worth it, to destroy you for anyone else but them. You had caught Toby's eye first, his eyes always quick to find you whenever you were on the field playing soccer. He figured you were one of the dumb jocks that he so violently hated, but instead of picturing ways to kill you, thoughts of you on your knees would flood his mind. When he found out you were roommates he was thrilled, waiting for you to fall into a peaceful slumber before sneaking into your room to watch you.

He couldn't believe they had you twitching inbetween them torn between begging for more and for them to stop. They ignored you, fucking you to their content. You always had one of them inside of you, lube helping them slide against each other as they battered your insides. You barley reacted when another orgasm tore through you, barley producing cum. It was painful and you didn't know how much more you could take.

You felt their thrusts get sloppy, you tried to squeeze yourself tight around them, hoping to aid their oncoming orgasms. Toby growled as he bit into your shoulder, his teeth easily breaking the skin. Cody wrapped his free hand around your neck, spilling inside of you not long after Toby. Cody fell backwards and you went with him, whining as his cock moved inside of you. Toby's cock had slipped out and he stood up, his neck cracking. "I gu-guess we got a n-new pet." Your tired eyes stared warily at Toby, a huge smirk slapped across his face.

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hellsenthero · 9 months

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Sweet and Salty.

Written by: hellsenthero

Joel Miller X FemReader

Warnings: Language, smut. (1.6K words.)

The people of Jackson know you and Joel are a packaged deal. Unfortunately, the new guy in town doesn't get the memo.

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The people of Jackson didn't really understand it, how it worked, the dynamic.

You were young and soft and sweet and kind. You wore sundresses that showed off your pretty legs and made flower crowns for all the children.

Joel was the complete opposite. He was older, had salt and pepper hair and wrinkles around his eyes when he'd squint up at the sun. He was rough, had calloused hands and a gruff voice. He wasn't some kindly Saint like man that crafted with flowers in his free time for children. Hell, Joel could hardly get a damn comic for Ellie when he really worked for it.

You were glowing, always, like a vibrant sunrise on the horizon. Joel blended in, and when he did stand out he was like a jagged rock among sand, sharp and dangerous and not quite right.

Despite your many obvious differences, the one thing that the people of Jackson did understand was that you and Joel were a packaged deal, you didn't get one without getting the other.

But, it seemed that the new guy in town didn't get the memo.

"Let me get you another drink," Ken, Kevin, whatever his name was said. You didn't particularly care about the man, his name, or his drinks.

"No thanks, I can get my own." The wave of your hand does nothing to stop Kyle in his hopeless pursuit of getting in your pants.

"Two more." Carter says to the bartender. After you get your second, free, drink Calvin gives you a wink and you have to draw the line.

"You see that man standing in the corner-there-over to your right?" You point your finger over to Joel who stands with a firm scowl on his face, his arms crossed as his dark eyes stab into Cody. "That's my husband," you go on and you can't keep your smile off of your face, "and he's about one minute away from dragging you out of here and breaking your legs." Kit looks between Joel, then you, then Joel, then back to you, his smirk no longer plastered to his face. "And I like watchin' him get rough, so if you don't want to-" you didn't even finish your sentence before the man was standing up and stumbling away from the bar, his hard up in the air in surrender before hightailing it out of the bar. You're left alone for only a brief moment before a warm, hard chest presses up against your back and you smile into your drink as you take a sip.

"What'd you say to the bastard to get him runnin' like that?" Joel's gruff voice sounds from behind you.

"Hmm," you hum as you suck on the ice in your drink. "Nothin' that ain't true."

Joel chuckles as he lays a hand on your shoulder, giving you a gentle squeeze as he leans in close to your ear. "Atta girl."

You're quick to finish your drink before turning and grabbing hold of your husband's belt buckle, a clear claim of mine to everyone in the bar. "Let's go home."

Joel's eyes flick between your eyes and where you grab hold of him. "Tired?" He asks, already knowing the answer.

"You know damn well I'm not tired, Joel."

Joel smirks before taking a step back and throwing an arm out towards the bar door. "Lead the way, ma'am." You roll your eyes but do as he says.

You pull Joel into your front entrance before slamming the door shut. Joel opens his mouth, no doubt ready to call you out on your aggressive behavior, but before he can get a word out, your lips are pressed to his, and your hands are grabbing onto him.

"Needy girl," humms Joel once you break for air. You can't help but laugh and nod along.

"Just for you." You admit and that has Joel growling and grabbing onto your hips.

"You better start makin' your way to the bedroom before I fuck you right here." Joel nods to the floor of the entryway and you have half the mind to just let him take you on the floor right there, but you know you'd both prefer the comfort of your own bed right now.

"Fine," you grumble with one last kiss before you make a quick getaway to your bedroom. You begin peeling off your dress and bra on your way there, and you can hear Joel's chuckle as he admires your trail of clothes. "Common, slow poke!" You call out behind you.

"Commin', just admirin' the view."

When Joel enters the bedroom, his t-shirt is gone, leaving him bare from the waist up.

"You got too many clothes on." You complain.

"Funny," Joel drawls as he climbs up on the bed and over you. "I was just gonna say the same thing to you." You don't get a chance to answer before Joel's peeling off your underwear and tossing them somewhere on the floor. "I can already see how wet you are baby," Joel drags a finger through your center and you bite your lip in pleasure. "All this for me?" You nod, past talking, but Joel's having none of it. He pinches your clit and you squeal, your legs clamping around his hand. "Words, baby, use your fuckin' words."

Your legs open up again and Joel rubs circles over your clit and you rush out with an admission. "Yes, Joel, it's all for you. Fuck, baby, you make me feel so good."

"Good girl." Is the last thing Joel says before he dives into your center. His hands hold your legs apart as he feasts on your center, licking, sucking and fucking you with his thick fingers. You're so lost in the pleasure of him that you don't realize his clothed cock is humping the bed in desperate relief.

"Fuck," you cry out, "fuck me, Joel."

Joel's dark eyes meet your own gaze as he pulls away from your center for a moment. "I'll fuck you like you want once you come in my mouth."

"Fuck," you breath, absolutely loving the filth coming from his mouth. "Don't stop." You beg. Joel didn't bother answering before his mouth was on you again. Your hand grabbed into his gray laced locks of hair as you fed yourself to him, rolling your hips as much as you could under his firm grip of you. "Yes,yes,yes,yes,yes," you chanted as your climax climbed higher and higher, nearly reaching its breaking point. "Please, Joel, please," you begged, not really knowing what you were begging for. As Joel added another finger into you, you reached your high. "Fuck, yes Joel! I'm coming, fuck, don't stop!" You broke off in a loud moan and if you weren't experiencing a fucking fantastic orgasm, you would've been incredibly embarrassed at how loud you were being. Joel ate you out your entire climax, only stopping when you went to push his head ahead from your sensitive center. Joel's head came up from between your legs, his lips and facial hair covered in your juices. He licked his lips once before he pressed his mouth to yours and you could taste yourself on him. "Now, Joel, please, fuck me now." You begged again.

"Well," Joel drawled, "since you asked so nicely." Finally, Joel took his pants off. The sound of him undoing his buckle and zipper had more wetness pooling at your center in anticipation. Right as he lined himself up with your center Joel kissed you and you moaned into his mouth as he pushed his cock into you.

"Fuck!" You exclaimed as he gave an experimental thrust into you before drawing nearly all the way out of your center. Your legs wrapped around him, urging him to push back into you. "Common, Joel. You said you would fuck me."

Joel's only warning was a nip at your ear before he began thrusting all the way into you. His cock hammered into your center, hitting that spongy spot in you that had you nearly screaming in pleasure with every thrust.

"Fuck," Joel groaned as pleasure crawled up his spine. He was trying to hold back on coming too early. He wanted you to have another orgasm first. "Fucking take it,"

"Yes!" You cried out as he hit that magical spot on you once more and it had your toes curling. "I'm coming Joel, holy, oh my God," Your legs squeezed Joel tightly to you as your second orgasm rushed through you. You threw your head back and Joel took the opportunity to suck one of your nipples into his mouth while one of his hands grabbed the other.

You let out a small squeak at the oversensitivity of Joel pounding into you, but you could tell by his sloppy thrusts that he was on the brink of coming.

And sure enough, one, two, three, thrusts later, and Joel's stilling above you as his hot come fills you up. Once his last spurt is done, he remains still for another moment before he thrusts one more time into you.

"Good girl," He praises before rolling to the side and pulling you on top of him. You laugh once you realize his plan for the evening.

"Want me to cock warm you?" You ask, already knowing the answer. Joel's rumbling hum is answer enough. "Okay," you sign in pleasure and let your eyes drift closed, uncaring of the swear and coming sticking to your body. You feel Joel press a gentle kiss to your collarbone, and then you're drifting into the darkness.

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sev-on-kamino · 11 months

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Hello friend! I couldn't find any rules for requests on your blog, so hopefully this one's okay, and if not feel free to ignore it!

Would you be okay with doing a little something based on the idea that all five of the bad batch boys realize that they're all in love with their medic reader? Like maybe they all just KNOW that their other brothers feel the same way about the reader and what they do about it? Do they all talk it over in private? do they just silently start trying to one up each other as a secret competition for her heart? Do they maybe go to the reader themselves instead? Or maybe they decide sharing is caring?? I'd love to hear your take on this concept, headcanons or a fic or whatever you're inspired to do with this idea it's all fine by me!

Please and thank you and also I hope you have a good weekend 💗

I have had the BEST time with this ask, and I hope you love it. This is deffo one I could write about from different angles all day long. I love the boys, but they provide more inspiration than I know what to do with, so this is only part 1 😬 if you had something else in mind, don’t hesitate to let me know. you know I’m always down to write about the boys 🥰

The Bad Batch x afab!Reader

warnings: mention of injury, nothing graphic, poly no clonc*st, Crosshair pining 👀

Part 2

word count: 3721 (*self control left the chat*)

The Havoc Marauder was never quiet, and now was no exception. Wrecker’s snores, Tech’s tinkering, Echo’s quiet muttering in his sleep, the barely audible sounds of Hunter fiddling with his knife. But there was a hole of silence in the quilt of sound, and it was shaped like you. It’s been 15 rotations, not that Crosshair’s counting, without your laugh ringing out, without your back popping loudly as you stretched when you woke up, without your voice whispering his name, as you sleepily let him know it was his turn on watch.

The five of them had been together, and they’d never needed or wanted anyone else in their space, on their team. Crosshair hadn’t even wanted you around at first. Wrecker had warmed to you quickly, but of course a pretty thing like you would never need the hard sell with Wrecker. Hunter had been wary of you, but in an effort to keep Wrecker from getting too attached, he’d inadvertently formed his own attachment to your presence. As for Tech and Echo, they’d kept their distance well enough, but your quiet intelligence, and curiosity had drawn them in.

Crosshair had been the holdout. Incensed by every breath you drew in his presence. The way you checked in with him after every mission, as if he needed you poking and prodding him. But when he needed stitches, you’d asked for permission to help him. If he didn’t want you to touch him, you wouldn’t.

“I’d never do anything without your consent. You’re in control here,” you’d said, holding your kit in steady hands, as you waited for his decision. He’d watched you with rapt attention through the mirror, your fingers resting gently against his skin, as you carefully cleaned, stitched up, and bandaged the wound on his shoulder.

After that, he would silently request your assistance when he needed it, and over time even when he didn’t need it. He would never say it out loud, but bacta patches placed by your gentle hands worked better. Your stitches were nearly painless. And the way you’d hum while you worked…well, that was just adorable.

When Commander Cody had requested you for a short stint, Wrecker had grumbled endlessly, and Crosshair had been the first to tell him to suck it up because you’d be back in their hair soon enough. He needed the space to clear his head, and he hoped the others would come to their senses without you in their presence.

Wrecker admitted to missing you within 12 hours. Tech kept finding excuses to talk about you. Meanwhile Hunter and Echo kept pointing out things you would like, and setting them aside for you. They had also placed bets on when Crosshair would snap and march onto the Negotiator to steal you back. Not that they would be upset if he did.

When it became clear that Crosshair would rather eat his armor than admit to being the least bit interested in you, the four of them had dragged him into the cockpit to decide what they would do when you returned. The feelings were there, and they weren’t going anywhere, but how to proceed.

“We should just come out and say it!” Wrecker said, feeling like the matter was concluded.

“It needs to be a tad more romantic than that,” Echo said shaking his head.

“According to my observations of her, she would appreciate a romantic gesture,” Tech said.

“Flowers?” Wrecker offered.

“She deserves more than flowers for putting up with us,” Echo said laughing.

“We could make a stop on her home world. It’s not too far out of the way,” Hunter added. “I think she’d like that.”

“This is a waste of time,” Crosshair said rolling his eyes. “You’re fooling yourselves.”

“When have Hunter’s senses ever been wrong?” Tech asked not even bothering to look up. “According to what he’s told me, she’s at the very least physically attracted to us. Based on her behavior that extends to an emotional bond as well.”

“What happened to not getting attached?” Crosshair challenged, and his brothers all looked at each other before looking back at him.

“You know you’re not as subtle as you think, Crosshair,” Echo said.

“And if I can tell how anyone’s feeling, it’s the four of you,” Hunter added.

“You’re all delusional,” Crosshair said shaking his head.

“You had her put a bacta patch on your arm last mission, and you coulda done it yourself,” Wrecker said giving the sniper a playful shove.

“She is our medic, she should at least pretend to do a job around here,” Crosshair said defensively. It was a losing battle, and he knew it. The others were blissfully under your spell, but he was not about to let you hurt him. Not about to let you reject him. No matter how badly he wanted you.

But as the clock rolled into the 16th rotation without you, it was Crosshair who hated your absence more than anyone. The others were open about it in their own ways, but he held it close. It was one of the few secrets he’d kept from his brothers. The realization annoyed him, as he swung his long legs over the side of his bunk to take over on watch for Hunter.

Sensing the tension rolling off of his younger brother, Hunter cleared his throat.

“She’ll be back in 2 rotations, and you’ll get to sleep longer again.” He knew it wasn’t sleep Crosshair was after, but it was the best way to let him know you were on your way back without suggesting the sniper actually missed you lest they wind up in another argument.

“Oh good, the little doctor will be back to baby Wrecker again, and you can all confess your love, and live happily ever after,” Crosshair sneered, but Hunter knew him well. There was no bite in his tone, and his face was more relaxed than Hunter had seen it since you waved goodbye and disappeared into the Negotiator.

“She just commed to see if we could pick her up before our next mission, and I almost said no,” Hunter said absently, as Crosshair dropped into the co-pilot’s seat. It wasn’t true, but he could hear Crosshair’s heart racing, his teeth grinding in frustration.

“I thought you were dying to have her back,” Crosshair bit out.

“Well, Cody’s really wanting to keep her, and it would be a great opportunity for her,” This part was true, but he knew he shouldn’t tease his brother this way even though he was sure whatever doubt your absence hadn’t wiped out, would be obliterated by jealousy.

“Commander Cody has a squad of medics. He doesn’t need her,” Crosshair replied, scoffing. The thought of Cody trying to tempt you away from them with a Star Destroyer and a Jedi annoyed Crosshair down to his bones. You wouldn’t be swayed by a big ship, and fancy toys. Would you?

“You’ve got a point,” Hunter began before putting the last nail in the coffin. “He doesn’t need her…maybe he just wants her.”

He could hear Crosshair’s heart thumping wildly, as he tried to maintain his composure.

“Doubt it,” Crosshair grumbled after several moments spent working to unclench his jaw.

“Guess we’ll find out,” Hunter said, rising from the pilot’s chair. “The call’s recorded, so you can watch it, and see for yourself.”

“I’m sure she’ll never shut up about it when she’s back,” Crosshair said dismissively.

Humming softly with a shrug, Hunter said good night, and left Crosshair alone. The sharpshooter waited until he was sure Hunter was asleep before playing your conversation.

As your form appeared, bathed in blue, a smile tugged at Crosshair’s lips. Had you always been this beautiful?

“Hi, Sarge! It’s so good to see you. I’ve missed you boys like crazy,” you nearly moaned.

He’d never heard you make a sound like that. He immediately thought of you making that sound just for him, which annoyed him, but he couldn’t stop listening.

“We miss you too, cyar’ika. I’m sure you’re having fun though,” Hunter replied.

“It’s been nice to stretch my legs a bit and put some of the things I’ve learned to use. Commander Cody’s amazing…he’s uh, asked me if I want to stay on,” You look shy, nervous.

“Oh, is that uh, something you’re interested in?”

“Don’t get me wrong the Negotiator is spectacular, and I’ve enjoyed my time with the 212th,” you bite your lip, shifting your weight. You seem unsure if you should continue. After a moment, you pressed on, “but they’re missing a few things I can’t live without, so I’d like to come home, back to the Marauder I mean.”

“We’ll be glad to have you back,” Hunter replied.

“Good,” You look so relieved. “I haven’t stopped thinking about you boys since I left. Are you getting enough quiet time? Are Tech and Echo sleeping? Is Wreck staying out of trouble? Is Cross eating properly?”

Crosshair barely hears the rest of conversation because he can’t get past the part where you miss them, where you were worried about him.

“I’ll be all packed up and ready to go in two rotations. Do you mind coming to get me?” Your needy tone shakes Crosshair out of his thoughts. “I could get a shuttle, but it would take another rotation or two, and I don’t think I can wait that long.”

Crosshair realized he couldn’t either. He needed you back immediately. Sooner, really.

“Of course, doll,” Hunter says soothingly. “Two rotations, and we’ll be there.”

Reassured, your shoulders relax, “Wonderful! I can’t wait to see all of you! I’m sure Crosshair has enjoyed the break from me, but I’ve missed him so much. I miss all of you, Hunter.” Your voice is so tender, it makes his heart clench.

He had not enjoyed the break at all though. Between his brothers giving him a hard time, and wanting you back, he was miserable.

Two rotations. It wouldn’t be long now.

***

Crosshair’s leg was bouncing, as the Marauder docked with the Negotiator. You were so close, almost home.

The five of them boarded the Star Destroyer, and Crosshair’s eyes began searching for you immediately. Cody was there to greet them, grasping Hunter’s arm in welcome.

“Good to see you, Commander,” Hunter said warmly.

“Good to see you too, Sergeant,” Cody began, “I’m not going to lie, I tried to keep your medic. She’s brilliant, and the men adore her.”

“Of course they do,” Wrecker’s pride in you is evident.

“She said the Negotiator was missing a few necessities,” Cody quirked an eyebrow, a smirk tugging at the corner of his lips.

“She’s quite mistaken. The Havoc Marauder is not equipped with even 10% of what a Republic Venator has,” Tech says, brow furrowed.

“It doesn’t have Gonky,” Wrecker said as though it were obvious.

“It doesn’t have the five of you either!” you quipped, appearing at Cody’s elbow.

“Cyar’ika!” Wrecker bellowed, scooping you up and spinning you around.

“Wrecker!” you squealed as you returned his hug as tightly as you could

Crosshair’s heart was pounding again. He waited at the back of the group, watching his brothers welcome you back. Pressing their foreheads to yours, ghosting their fingers over your jaw, holding the back of your head gently. Then you were standing in front of him. Arms clasped behind your back, not reaching for him as you had the others. Respecting his space as always.

“I’m happy to see you too, Cross. Ready to deal with me every day again?”

“Are you ready to deal with me? All of us, again?”

“Ready and looking forward to it!” Your smile is bright and he nearly reached for you then, but he stopped himself.

“Well, Commander, you know where to find us, if you need us…or our medic again,” Hunter said with a grin.

“It was an honor serving alongside the 212th, Commander. I appreciate the opportunity,” You saluted Cody, and the others followed suit.

“The pleasure was all ours,” Cody returned the salute, and watched as the six of you returned to the Marauder.

***

You’re getting settled back into your space on the Marauder, answering questions from Wrecker, curious about the armory and ordnance, and Tech pestering you for every detail about the Negotiator, as Echo and Hunter wait to get a word in edgewise.

“Come on, boys. Give her some breathing room,” Hunter says, scooting them towards the cockpit, ignoring their protests.

“It’s good to have you back, saraad,” Echo said with a soft smile, that made your heart skip a beat.

You smile fondly at them as they go, going back to unpacking your things, and changing.

Crosshair is in his bunk, pretending he’s not watching you, but he can’t focus on anything else. Every inch of skin you reveal is making his body react. His heart thumping, breath growing shallow, as he drinks you in. This isn’t even the first time he’s seen you naked or changing, but it feels different now. He frowns as he notices a bandage on your hip peaking out of your panties, wrapping around your hip. It’s covered swiftly by the bottom half of a fresh set of blacks.

He slid out of his bunk, and you turned to face him, as you pulled the top half down covering your stomach, hiding your skin from his gaze. Naturally, you stepped back to give him space, and you were pleasantly surprised when he deliberately stepped closer. You looked up at him expectantly, eyes searching his for any hint of what he’s up to.

Crosshair was sure he should say something, but his mind was only offering sardonic quips that would convey the truth, but not like he wanted. He lifted a hand, and tapped your hip softly, fingertips resting against you. This was the first time Crosshair had ever touched you without necessity. Your heart sped up, and you swallowed hard.

“What’s this?” he asked, his voice low and even.

“Rooftop sniper,” you shook your head, folding your arms. “One of the other medics wasn’t as lucky. He was still in the med bay when you came to pick me up. No one could have clocked him to be fair.”

“I could have,” Crosshair said, anger simmering under his even tone.

“Well, there’s only one Crosshair in the galaxy. Next time I leave, I’ll take you with me.” You smiled up at him, but his face held the frown.

“Hey, I’m ok. Still good to do my job,” you added, brow furrowing.

“Fucking regs,” He swore, as he shifted his hand to hold your hip gently like you were a fragile thing. A fragile thing that belonged to him.

You hesitated before resting your hand against his chest, tapping your fingertips against the plastoid.

“Cross, I’m home, and in one piece. How can I show you?”

An eyebrow raised at that, sharp eyes taking you in, lingering on your lips, as they parted, a silent invitation for him. He leaned down, bringing his lips close to yours, begging you to close the distance. You wrapped your arms around his trim waist, as you pressed your lips to his softly.

The ache that had been simmering in his chest since you left is morphing into arousal, moving to settle down in his belly. His lips moved tentatively against yours, teeth nipping gently at your bottom lip.

“Hey,” Wrecker protested loudly. “We agreed we’d all talk to her together, Crosshair!”

The two of you break apart, and you clear your throat, your eyes trained on Crosshair.

“Talk to me about what?” You asked, breathlessly.

“Sorry, doll,” Crosshair said before Wrecker tugged him away in a headlock.

“What are you gonna talk to me about?” you asked again.

“When we get home, cyar’ika,” Wrecker said before turning to Crosshair. “Knew you were full of it, Cross!”

You touch your lips, as you watch the pair of them playfully fighting down the corridor. Did that happen? You pinched your arm as hard as you could, grimacing when it hurt, confirming you were awake, Crosshair had just kissed you. What the hell happened while you were gone? And what did they need to talk to you about?

***

In the cockpit on watch, you relaxed in the copilot’s chair, Tech snoozed gently in the pilot’s chair. It was so good to be home despite the fact that there was clearly something going on with your boys. Your alarm beeped, and you rose from the chair, yawning and stretching ready to trade out with Crosshair, and pass out for a little while.

Hunter intercepted you in the hallway with a grin. “I can’t sleep, so I’ll cover for Crosshair. Go get some rest.” He kissed your forehead, and added, “Good to have you home, Doc.”

“Good to be home, Sarge,” you replied before bidding him goodnight, and heading towards your bunk.

“Hunter?” You turn towards him.

“Hmm?” Hunter asks turning to you.

“What happened while I was gone? Why’s everyone acting weird?”

“We’ll talk when we get back to Kamino. Get some rest,” He says with a mysterious grin that makes you bite your lip.

You pout but follow his orders and head to your bunk. You’re about to climb in when you look towards Crosshair’s bunk. He was the least likely to spill the beans, but he had kissed you earlier. Was that the big secret?

You moved to stand near Crosshair’s bunk. Pushing back the privacy curtain, you whispered his name like you normally would to wake him up for his shift.

“My turn already?” he replied sleepily.

“No, Hunter’s there. I was hoping we could talk about earlier, or we could just sleep,” Even after your encounter earlier, he still made you nervous, and you worried you’d made a mistake until he lifted the blankets, and silently invited you into his bed.

You crawled in, and he lowered the blanket over your body before snaking his arm around your waist and pushing his leg between yours. His muscular thigh pressed up against you, sending a wave of heat through your body. He tucked your head beneath his chin, and it became clear he was not saying a word, so you listened to his heartbeat until you were lulled to sleep.

When you woke up a few hours later, you realized that you hadn’t slept well at all while you were gone. You needed to be crammed into the Marauder with your squad to relax. It helped that Crosshair had held you the entire time, and as you stretched and arched your back you realized he was looking at you.

“Did you sleep well?” you asked quietly not wanting to disturb the others. He simply nodded, his eyes roaming your face, as his hand rested on your waist.

“Good. We should be home soon, yeah?” you asked, rolling onto your back before sitting up.

“Something like that,” Crosshair replied cryptically.

You didn’t bother asking what he meant before sliding out of the bunk, and tossing him a smile.

“I’m going to see where we are. Go back to sleep.”

Once again he nodded, but he knew there was no chance of going back to sleep. Not when he knew what they had planned for the day.

You wandered into the cockpit, taking the co-pilot’s seat next to Echo.

“How was your first night back?” Echo asked smiling as you got comfortable in the chair.

“Cozy. I didn’t realize how much I’d miss you guys until I was gone.”

“I don’t think we did either,” he confesses.

“Oh yeah?” You asked, trying not to seem too happy about it.

He nodded, and the two of you were quiet for a moment. As always silence was never awkward with Echo, and while this was no exception, you could feel a tension in the air. It was reminiscent of the one you’d felt the night before when Crosshair had kissed you.

“I don’t suppose I can get you to tell me what’s going on?” You asked, turning the chair towards him and leaning forward.

“Always so impatient, saraad,” Echo says shaking his head.

“I can’t help it. Something’s up. Crosshair has been sweet to me,” you add in a conspiratorial whisper.

Echo huffs out a short laugh.

“Oh has he now?”

“Yeah, and,” you hesistate. You want to keep going, to spill every thought in your head to Echo, but something’s got your tongue. “It’s nothing.” You turn your chair back into place, and ask, “Where are we? How far from home?”

Reluctantly, Echo tears his gaze away from you. He looks over the navicomputer.

“Not far.”

“You wanna get some sleep? I can get us to Kamino safely.”

He raises an eyebrow at that.

“Ok, I can get us there. No promises on the condition,” you concede.

“You’re meant to be resting. Crosshair told us what happened,” Echo trails off.

“I told you he was being sweet to me, but I guess a kiss is a little more than sweet…”

“Kiss?! I meant you getting shot!” Echo hisses trying not to wake the others, as he spins towards you.

“He told you about that?!” You hiss back, spinning towards him.

“Of course he did. Why didn’t you?”

“I didn’t wanna worry you guys. Cross was not happy when he saw the bandage, and…”

“Of course he wasn’t. And I’m not happy you didn’t tell us. We could have lost you,” Echo’s eyes are worried, his brow knit together, as he reaches for your face.

His fingertips have just brushed your jaw when the cockpit opens, and the pair of you sit back and look towards the door.

“You’re supposed to be resting,” Hunter says, gesturing for you to follow him.

“I was,” you pout. “I just wanted to see if we were close to home.”

“That’s funny because it sounded like you were arguing about keeping your injury a secret,” Hunter says. Out of everyone on the ship, you never thought Crosshair would be the one to tell on you.

“No, I was just…trying to…ya know?”

“No, I don’t know, senaar’ika. Now get in your bunk and rest your eyes. I’ll wake you the moment we land.”

“Fine,” you relent, and climb into your bunk, and even your racing brain can’t keep you awake.

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Behind The Lens

Kostas Tsimikas x Fem!Reader

Warnings: the boys teasing kostas constantly, reader being slightly oblivious to it, sexual innuendos, it gets a little steamy towards the end, kos is lowkey bad at flirting, lots of swooning.

Word Count: 3.2k

Author's Note: I don't really have an explanation of the Kostas kick I've been on lately but here we go. thank you to @curiousthyme for the idea, this ones for you!! <3

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Despite it being close to 8 in the evening, the humidity was killing all of you.

Liverpool had journeyed to Singapore for the second half of their pre- season training and for a few friendly matches.

You had joined the team as one of the photographers. You had worked with the team before, but never in the field. Most of the time, you hung around when they did photo shoots for their new home kits or LFC retail.

They were comfortable around you, so there wasn't any awkwardness when you decided to join them on the pitch for their first training session.

Klopp was going over the drills for the session, you took a few photos as he spoke. The only two paying attention to you were Andy and Darwin, the two of them making silly faces at the camera. You looked away, holding back your giggling by pressing your lips together.

“Alright,” the man in the glasses clapped, “you know what you’ve gotta do.” He announces, sending them on their way.

You were taking photos of the session, watching the boys kick the ball around and do their drills. You were off to the side until they eventually split into groups to run drills. The boys separated themselves into groups of 5 and the one closest to you consisted of Virgil, Mo, Joe, Kostas and Cody. The 5 men kicked the ball back and forth, Kostas stuck in the middle to block it before it got to the next person.

In this particular moment, you were looking away trying to adjust something on your camera whilst kneeling on the grass. You were all but a few feet away from the boys and the pass that Mo made from himself across to Cody, made it pass both Kostas in the middle and Cody on the other side.

“Heads!” The younger Dutch player brings his hand up to his mouth to shout to you.

The camera’s lifted at the last second, the ball bouncing off the thigh the camera was once on. Mo makes a face, “sorry y/n!” He shouts to you and you smile, waving him off.

Before you know it, there’s a man in a grey shirt running to you to get the ball. “Are you okay?”

Kostas was knelt to your level, his soft brown eyes reflected under the flood lights; they reflected a kindness you’ve yet to see in other people.

You smiled, nodding. “I’m okay.”

“You’re sure? Mo has a foot of steel.” He chuckles at his own joke, earning him a smile.

You assured him you were fine as he grabbed your hand to help you up. “I grew up with 4 brothers. A lil’ roughhousing doesn’t bother me, Kos.”

The nickname caused his heart to flutter; despite hearing it a million times over, it was different coming from you.

“Kos!” The tall man shouts, “are you coming back?!”

Virgil’s hands were on his hips, you could see the annoyance on his face - he wasn’t one for being in the heat; the Singaporean humidity was his worst enemy at the moment - as was Kostas for having him waiting.

“Go on,” you reached out to him, resting a hand on his shoulder.

Kostas tucks the ball under his arm, “sure you’re okay?”

You smile, nodding once more. “I’m fine, Kos. I promise.”

Joe seemed to notice the exchange between the defender and the photographer, looking over at his friend next to him. Virgil caught onto what Joe meant from the moment he looked at him, raising his eyebrows in response. The Dutchman earned a chuckle from his friend.

Kostas watched you walk off in the direction of Andy and Trent’s group before snapping out of his y/n trance as the teammate called it.

They had returned from their mini break, taking a few minutes to rehydrate and stretch out their sore muscles; a sight you enjoyed. Whether it was in a professional manner or an unprofessional one, that was a secret.

The boys were all goofing around amongst themselves, getting the last of their energy out for the evening. You were sitting next to Jurgen on the bench, the man pointed out something that Joel was doing and you two shared a laugh; a common occurrence when you two were in each other’s presence.

“Alright,” you huffed as you stood, slipping your feet back into your slides. “Back to work.”

The older gentleman shook his head as he looked down at your choice in footwear. “Aren’t you worried you’d fall? The grass is still damp.”

“Not really, and if I do, there’s a ton of handsome footballers to catch me.” You raised your eyebrows, giving him a wicked smile.

“Y/n!” He laughed, wagging his finger at you. “You're trouble.”

“You like trouble, boss man.” You clicked a photo of him laughing before walking back onto the pitch.

Making the rounds, the boys pretend you aren’t there as they go about their evening. You already mentioned you get the best photos that way; candid.

There were a handful of solo shots being taken and you finally made it towards the group at back of the pitch.

The Greek defender straightens up, his hands on his hips as he watches Cody pass the ball to Andy, who passed it to him.

Andy knew the boys well enough to know at this point and in this heat, they’re just going through the motions. Hence his shock when he watched his teammate start showing off his tricks, starting his set of kick ups for no apparent reason.

The Scotsman noticed your presence, the click of your camera catching his attention. He laughed, head leaning back as his hand came up to his chest. Virgil looks over in concern, confused as to why Andy started laughing by himself but when he realizes who was lurking around, he too laughs.

“Kostas, man!” Ibou groans, “are you gonna pass the ball or not ?”

“He won’t,” Andy butts in before Kostas can even react. “Don’t you see who’s over there?” He nods towards the woman just two feet away. “He’s showing off for y/n.”

You can’t help the laugh you let out, rolling your eyes. “Shut up Andy,” you snorted. “I don’t know how Rachel puts up with you.”

“It’s my wits and charm that keep her in love.” He flashed you a smile, making you chuckle as you shook your head.

At this point, Ibou had managed to finally get the ball away from Kostas but lost it as he tried to get past Virgil - they called him big Virg for a reason.

It rolls over to you, you stop it by placing your foot on top of it. You pass it back in the same way they’d expect one of their teammates to kick it back to them.

Kostas’s jaw hung open, shocked at how well you did that.

“In slides,” Joel nods to himself in approval. “Well done, y/n.”

You smiled, doing a little pose as you lifted your shoulder. “Got skills for days.”

“With a Z?” Virgil looks over at you, a smile on his face.

“Skills and days with a Z, big man.” The two of you shared a laugh.

After what felt like a million hours in the heat, the boys were wrapping up and the kit men were packing up. You take a few minutes to pack up your camera stuff, a few of the boys were doing interviews and currently, it was Kostas’ turn.

A few of the players watched him, making him nervous for no reason. “We wanna go, Kos. Hurry up.” Ibou teased, shouting from the little balcony. Trent butts in to say, “come on Kostas, I wanna go bro.”

Virgil was watching them when you walked over. You peeked over the man’s shoulder who moves when he notices you, putting his arm around you before whispering in your ear.

Kostas looks over when he hears your laugh and you could swear that you saw a flint of jealousy in his eyes. Surely that’s not it, everyone was just tired and the boys were annoying him.

That must be it.

Ibou laughs when you whisper what Virgil had said to you.

He starts teasing his teammate once again; “Kostas, are you afraid? On the plane, no one can sleep because you talk too much. Now when you can talk, you don’t wanna talk.”

You watch from the little balcony as Virgil and Ibou head down one by one, staring down the man doing his interview. Cody joins in on the fun and Kostas is so over them, internally groaning at his irritating teammates.

They wanted to leave so badly and yet they were the ones that were causing him to take longer than necessary.

You felt a bit bad about all the teasing, calling to the three troublemakers. ”Come on boys, leave Kostas alone.”

“Yeah,” the Greek nods, “listen to y/n.”

Cody snickers, “I bet you’d love to listen to y/n, huh?”

Kostas is red in the face as Cody falls into Ibou laughing, the two of them in a fit of giggles. Kostas hoped he could blame the redness on the heat and you were getting closer by the second, the man was begging for a breeze to cool himself down.

Thankfully, you had missed the comment with the cheesy sexual innuendo because you were coming down the stairs a few feet away.

Once you made it over, you grabbed both Cody and Ibou by the wrists like school boys, pulling them up from their seats. All you had to do was look in Virgil’s direction for him to follow suit.

“Let’s leave Kostas to finish his interview in peace, yeah?”

The man in front the camera smiles, his heart fluttering at the sight of you - as was something else when he noticed the grey leggings you had on but those were thoughts best saved for when he was alone.

---

The cold shower welcomed you back to the land of the living after the evening in the heat. You were getting ready to go over the photos from the session, your memory card plugged into your laptop to upload as you got ready after your shower.

A knock on the door interrupts you as you brushed your hair. Setting the brush down, you made your way over to the door to see who it was.

On the other side of the door stood Kostas, a green tube in his hand as he smiled at you.

“Hey,” you smiled, confused as to why he was at your door.

“Hey, I uh.. sorry I didn’t mean to bother you.”

“You’re never a bother, is everything okay?”

“Oh, yeah.” He nods, holding out the green tube to you. “You forgot this on the bench, or I guess it fell from your pocket?”

It’s your chapstick, mint flavoured. Your initials are scribbled on the cap in black sharpie because you and Andy use the same one; this way there’s no confusion.

“Oh thank you,” you reached over and took it from him. “You didn’t have to do that, I have like four more in my makeup bag. I lose these all the time,” you laughed, tucked it into the pocket of your shorts.

Kostas shrugs, a smile on his face. The laptop chimed from its spot on the bed, signalling that it’s done uploading the pictures.

“Wanna see the pictures from the training session? I have to go through them anyway and I got a few good ones of you.”

The man peeked over your shoulder, “I couldn’t intrude.”

“You’re not, I’m inviting you in.”

You stepped to the side, letting him come in. Kostas follows you to the bed, watching as you climb onto it and pull the laptop onto your lap. You’ve got on a pair of black shorts and a red tshirt with a little lfc logo on the top.

As much as he enjoyed the view, he’d like the outfit much better if it was on the floor.

“Are you coming?” Your voice pulled him from his thoughts, patting the empty spot next to you. “I don’t bite.”

Kostas slips off his shoes, climbing onto the bed. “What if I want you to ?” His eyes meet yours.

You assumed he was joking but you answered him regardless. “I will.. but only if you ask nicely.”

His cheeks have a red hue and he clears his throat when he settles down next to you. The man sat so stiff, a statue seemed like jello in comparison. His eyes fixed on the screen as you clicked through the pictures.

Kostas watched your manicured nails click along the keyboard, tapping the screen as you pointed out things to him. All he could focus on was how good they’d feel if they were being dragged down his back - the red of your nails matching the colour of the marks left behind.

“Those are really good,” he finally says. “You’re so talented, y/n.”

It’s your turn to blush, waving off the compliment with a smile. “It’s nothing, really.”

You sent the photos off to the socials admin, letting them share out what needed to be when your laptop chimed once more, letting you know it was low on battery. The laptop was on the bed when you leaned off the side of the bed to grab the charger. Instinctively, Kostas reaches out to hold your hips, making sure you don’t fall off the bed.

His touch burnt into your skin, you could feel everything but you ignored the feeling bubbling in your gut. You plugged your laptop in and set it on the nightstand to charge.

There’s a comfortable silence in the room so you look over at Kostas. “Are you hungry?”

“Uh.. I could eat.”

Kostas didn’t get the heads up before you reached over his lap and over to the other night stand to grab the room service menu.

The man’s brows furrowed as you sat back up. “I could have grabbed it for you.”

“Oh that’s okay,” you shrugged, flipping through the pages. “What are you feeling? I’m thinking a burger, maybe pasta?”

“Those are two very different things, y/n.”

“I’m aware of that, duh. I figured I could get both and we could split it unless you want something else?”

Kostas shook his head, “that’s fine.”

You called and ordered the food, settling into the pillows behind you as you looked for a movie to put on in the meantime. Kostas’s eyes were fixed on you, you could feel them burning into your skin with each passing glance.

“What?”

“I’m sorry,” Kostas blurts, causing your brows to furrow. “You know, if the guys overstepped today.”

“How did they overstep?”

“With what Cody said.”

Now you were really confused. “What did Cody do? He’s a sweetheart, I can’t imagine him saying anything bad.” You chuckled.

Kostas internally groans, you clearly didn’t hear what Cody had said but now he’s got to explain. “He uh- he said how I’d like to listen to you.”

You make a face; “what does that even mean?”

“Well,” Kostas started, clearly a bit uncomfortable explaining the context of said statement. “I guess he meant.. in bed.”

“Oh.” You pulled your lips together, holding back a snicker. You often forget that despite all being grown ass men and professional footballers, they had the minds of 15 year old boys.

There’s a moment of quietness before you speak; “and would you?”

Kostas stops picking at his nail to look at you, “would I?” He trails off.

“Would you listen to me.. in bed?”

Your eyes finally met his; there’s a sense of urgency that flashed in his brown eyes, his cheeks flushed red despite the AC running and it’s like you can hear the gears turning in his head. He’s trying to think of the right way to say this without scaring you off.

“Yes.”

There’s a slight smile playing on your lips, you can’t help but reach out and hold his chin, forcing him to focus solely on you.

“Good.”

Kostas isn’t exactly sure what flipped in him but he leans over and into you, chest pressed to yours as his lips meet yours.

There’s an instant connection between the two of you as if you’d been a couple for years; Kostas’s hands find your hips, pulling you over and on top of him. You straddled the player under you, hands cupping his jaw in an attempt to pull him closer.

The two of you were as close as you could possibly get, his warm hands slipped under the red shirt you had on.

Your own hands pulled on his shirt, the two of you separating for a second to pull it off completely - a second that felt like an eternity to him.

Just as he does to pull your shirt up, there’s a knock on the door. The man groans, dropping his face into your chest.

You grab a handful of his hair, pulling his head back. Kostas groans, a happy one but looks up at you. “It’s the room service.”

“Tell them to take it back,” he pulls you against him for another kiss.

You giggled, getting off of his lap. Kostas rolls over on the bed and grabs your wrist, pulling you back to the edge of the bed. “Kos,” you whine, trying to get your hand loose.

“Whattttt?” He reaches over to give you one more kiss.

“The food is gonna get cold, let me just grab it.”

“Then you’ll come right back?”

“Yes.”

“Promise?” He held his pinky out to you.

You laughed, interlocking your pinky with him. “Promise.”

He lets you grab the food from outside, the hotel staff left the tray outside considering that you didn’t answer the door. You leant down to grab it off the trolley and you could feel Kostas’s eyes on your ass.

“I can feel you staring.”

He smiles, waiting for you to put the tray down. “Staring never hurt anyone.”

“I mean, if you’re a stalker it probably would.”

Kostas rolls his eyes playfully, pulling you back onto the bed with him. His lips find yours again, the two of you tangled together on top of the sheets.

You’re on your sides, looking at each other. Your finger traced over his jaw, Kostas turns his head to press a kiss to it.

“It wasn’t so hard for you to admit you liked me, hm?”

“You say that as if you knew,” he laughed.

“Of course I knew.”

“You did?” He looked a bit shocked. You never give him any signals that you had a clue.

“I told you I got skills for days, with a Z.”

Kostas laughs, pulling you into him. “Oh shut up.”

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Best Character Named X Poll

FOLLOW @best-character-named-x-poll

I'm doing a series of "Best Character Named X" polls where all the characters have the same first name but are from completely different media, feel free to send in name/charcacter suggestions, I'm posting one poll a day. New polls scheduled for 1:30PM GMT everyday.

ask box closed for now

WILL BE POSTING POLLS ON @best-character-named-x-poll FROM FEB 1ST

If your favourite character is not included in the poll very sorry i have either never heard of them or actively chose not to include them as theres only 6 characters per poll. Characters will only count of that is their first name, surnames do not count.

Round 85: David

Round 86: Tiffany

Round 87: Charlie

Round 88: Sandy

Round 89: Cody

Round 90: Amanda

Round 91: Jeremy

Past Polls and Poll Ideas under the cut

Names that I have a complete list for*

Caroline, Tyler, Louis, Leonard, Rebecca, Steve, Nicole, Isabelle, Victoria, Katherine, Jade, Alex, Sophie, Greg, Jake, Ellie, Isaac, Robin, Tony, Annie, Lisa, Margaret, Oliver, Clark, Kara, Phoebe, Emma, Ruby, Bart, Alfie, Beth, Julian, Nancy, Penny, Margaret, Tessa, Erica, Theresa, George, Kevin, Sebastian, Felix, Martin, Michael, Erin, Caleb, Helen, Charlotte, Kyle, Martha, Diana, Elsa, Gary, Zoe, Connor, Colin, Daisy, Eric, Maya, Adam, Andy, Magnus, Alma, Nora, Alice, Spike, Leon, Marcel, Kim, Juno, Sue, Chris, Otto, Donald, Daphne, Kate, Todd, Ned, Ken, Angel, Judy, Jo, Hazel, Naomi, Diego, Miranda, Joel, Lila, Duncan, Dexter, Meredith, Pearl, Lily, Malcolm, Napolean, Joan, Nico, Jamie, Nadia, Velma, Jill, Kiera, Rory, Evan, Tam, Klaus, Neil, Derek, Michelle, Luna, Laila, Cordelia, Zack, Imogen, Felicity, Cindy, Alicia, Kelly, Alan, April, Astrid, Delilah, Jodie, Claudia, Juliet, Karen, Jonas, Milo, Celia, Hannah, Joy, Ethan, Katya, Aria, Atticus, Ian, Cynthia, Faye, Frank, Boo, River, Corey, Gabrielle, Minerva, Ebony, Zia, Beverly, Rudy, Georgina

Names I have an incomplete list for (welcome to send character suggestions)

Richter, Sean, Troy, Cain, Agatha, Warren, Percy, Reggie, Mina, Ryan, Felicia, Dylan, Josh, Shirley, Debbie, Jared, June, Mabel, Ray, Chad, Moe, Hugh, Fearne, Christine, Joe, August, May, Scarlet, Alana, Leela, Manny, Dean, Francis, Mason, Oscar, Quinn, Guy, Ulrich, Wally, Yasmin, Tobias, Woody, Sabrina, Quentin, Margot, Alina, Matilda, Freya, Kendra, Angus, Ophelia, Leisel, Zelda, Adora, Piper, Scarlet, Sheila, Valentine, Laurie, Laurel, Fitz, Violet, Gabriel, Ford, Artemis, Owen, Bianca, Newton, Summer, Darcy, Noah, Taylor, Miriam, Hugh, Aurora, Hank, Henry, Dawn, Delia, Cosmo, Wanda, Zeke, Cecil, Aiden, Calvin, Ayesha, Beatrice, Parker, Chase, Hunter, Tina, Misty, Amaya, Amara, Harvey, Talia, Tatiana, Tanya, Orion, Eugene, Kit, Bo, Duke, Blue, Cameron, Rudolf, Mara, Marianne, Carl

Feel free to send more suggestions

*subject to change, you can still submit a character if there is no strikethrough if you think theres a character that its an absolute crime i dont add. Please don't suggest anything for the names with a strikethrough as they are polls that are already in my queue waiting to be published.

Past Polls

Round 1: Peter : WINNER: Peter Parker (Spider-Man)

Round 2: Elizabeth : WINNER: Elizabeth Swann (Pirates of the Caribbean)

Round 3: Jason : WINNER: Jason Mendoza (The Good Place)

Round 4: Eve : WINNER: EVE (WALL-E)

Round 5: Fred : WINNER: Fred Jones (Scooby-Doo)

Round 6: Rachel : WINNER: Rachel (Animorphs)

Round 7: Arthur : WINNER: Arthur Pendragon (Merlin)

Round 8: Amy : WINNER: Amy Pond (Doctor Who)

Round 9: Tom : WINNER: Tom (Tom and Jerry)

Round 10: Claire : WINNER: Clare Devlin (Derry Girls)

Round 11: James : WINNER: James (Pokemon)

Round 12: Max : WINNER: Max (Black Sails)

Round 13: Simon : WINNER: Simon Belmont (Castlevania)

Round 14: Jane : WINNER: Jane Crocker (Homestuck)

Round 15: Victor : WINNER: Victor Nikiforov (Yuri On Ice)

Round 16: Mary : WINNER: Mary Poppins (Mary Poppins)

Round 17: Will : WINNER: Will Graham (Hannibal)

Round 18: Laura : WINNER: Laura Palmer (Twin Peaks)

Round 19: Ben : WINNER: Ben "Obi-Wan" Kenobi (Star Wars)

Round 20: Chloe : WINNER: Chloe Price (Life Is Strange)

Round 21: John : WINNER: Jonathan Sims (The Magnus Archives)

Round 22: Lydia : WINNER: Lydia Deetz (Beetlejuice)

Round 23: Mark : WINNER: Marc Spector (Moon Knight)

Round 24: Jess : WINNER: Jesse Pinkman (Breaking Bad)

Round 25: Theo : WINNER: Theobald Gumbar (Dimension 20: A Crown Of Candy)

Round 26: Sarah: WINNER: Sarah Jane Smith (Doctor Who)

Round 27: Richard : WINNER: Richard Gansey III (The Raven Cycle)

Round 28: Cass : WINNER: Cassandra Cain (Batman)

Round 29: Edward : WINNER: Edward Elric (Fullmetal Alchemist)

Round 30: Carm : WINNER: Carmen Sandiego (Where in the World is Carmen Sandiego?)

Round 31: Hal : WINNER: HAL9000 (2001: A Space Odyssey)

Round 32: Sid : WINNER: Sydney Adamu (The Bear)

Round 33: Jack : WINNER: Captain Jack Harkness (Doctor Who)

Round 34: Stephanie : WINNER: Stephanie Brown (Batman)

Round 35: Ash : WINNER: Ash Ketchum (Pokemon)

Round 36: Veronica : WINNER: Veronica Sawyer (Heathers)

Round 37: Kurt : WINNER: Kurt Wagner aka Nightcrawler (X-Men)

Round 38: Eleanor : WINNER: Eleanor Shellstrop (The Good Place)

Round 39: Nathan : WINNER: Nathan Young (Misfits)

Round 40: Fiona : WINNER: Princess Fiona (Shrek)

Round 41: Gale : WINNER: Gayle Waters-Waters (Chris Fleming)

Round 42: Barbara : WINNER: Barbara Millicent Roberts aka Barbie (Barbie)

Round 43: Sam : WINNER: Samwise Gamgee (Lord of the Rings)

Round 44: Grace : WINNER: Grace Chastity (Nerdy Prudes Must Die)

Round 45: Barry : WINNER: Barry Bluejeans (The Adventure Zone)

Round 46: Raven : WINNER: Raven (Teen Titans)

Round 47: Dan : WINNER: Danny Fenton (Danny Phantom)

Round 48: Mia : WINNER: Mia Fey (Ace Attorney)

Round 49: Matt : WINNER: Matt Murdock (Daredevil)

Round 50: Rose : WINNER: Rose Tyler (Doctor Who)

Round 51: Robert : WINNER: Robbie Rotten (LazyTown)

Round 52: Lola : WINNER: Lola Bunny (Space Jam)

Round 53: Scott : WINNER: Scott Summers aka Cyclops (X-Men)

Round 54: Olivia : WINNER: Olivia Octavious (Spiderverse)

Round 55: Finn : WINNER: Finn the Human (Adventure Time)

Round 56: Emily : WINNER: Emily Charlton (The Devil Wears Prada)

Round 57: Elliot : WINNER: Eliot Spencer (Leverage)

Round 58: Sonia : WINNER: Sonia (Pokemon)

Round 59: Gideon : WINNER: Gideon Nav (The Locked Tomb)

Round 60: Jen : WINNER: Jennifer Check (Jennifer's Body)

Round 61: Miles : WINNER: Miles Morales (Spider-Man)

Round 62: Lana : WINNER: Lana Skye (Ace Attorney)

Round 63: Spencer : WINNER: Spencer Shay (iCarly)

Round 64: Tracy : WINNER: Tracy Turnbald (Hairspray!)

Round 65: Luke : WINNER: Luke Skywalker (Star Wars)

Round 66: Natalie : WINNER: Natalie Scatorccio (Yellowjackets)

Round 67: Harry : WINNER: Harry Du Bois (Disco Elysium)

Round 68: Lucy : WINNER: Lucy van Pelt (Peanuts)

Round 69: Damian : WINNER: Damian Wayne (Batman)

Round 70: Tabitha : WINNER: Tabitha Casper (Dan and Phil Games: Sims 4)

Round 71: Nick : WINNER: Nicholas D. Wolfwood (Trigun)

Round 72: Gwen : WINNER: Guinevere (Merlin)

Round 73: Paul : WINNER: Paulette Bonafonte (Legally Blonde)

Round 74: Abigail : WINNER: Abigail Hobbs (Hannibal)

Round 75: Jordan : WINNER: Jordan Baker (The Great Gatsby)

Round 76: Donna : WINNER: Donna Noble (Doctor Who)

Round 77: Morgan : WINNER: Morgana (Merlin)

Round 78: Allison : WINNER: Alison Cooper (BBC Ghosts)

Round 79: Patrick : WINNER: Patrick Star (Spongebob Squarepants)

Round 80: Linda : WINNER: Linda Belcher (Bob's Burgers)

Round 81: Philip : WINNER: Philip J. Fry (Futurama)

Round 82: Clarisse : WINNER: Clarisse La Rue (Percy Jackson)

Round 83: Jeff

Round 84: Maria

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