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dxckgrxsonx · 2 years

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thinking about verbally teasing Dick as much as he does to you.

Maybe while he is fucking you from behind you are whimpering and grabbing the sheets so he goes "You are such a baby, I'm going to stop because you can take it" thinking you are going to whine and fuck yourself on his cock when he stops, instead you look over your shoulder and go "When did you start?". my boy would sNAP.

anyways I love you writing

Pairing - Dick Grayson X (F) Reader Words - 1.4k Warnings - SMUT 18+ - Graphic Sexual Content - Swearing - Degradation- Rough Sex - Choking - Multiple Orgasms - Hair Pulling - Begging - Mean!Dick - No plot, just porn. Notes - wHO gave you the right to say this to me?? How dare you put this image in my godawful brain. You’re so right, he would absolutely snap and make you regret saying it 😵‍💫 I’m about to explode hHhhh.

You think you’re going to tear a hole through the bedsheets. Fingers white-knuckled around the fabric and aching. There’s something keening and desperate swirling through your veins–something hot and alive under your skin. All the muscles along your back are tight and flexing as you struggle to form a coherent thought. You think you’re going to snap in half.

The only words echoing around in your skull are, Dick, Dick, Dick.

It’s almost criminal how he manages to switch your head off, turn it to the soft static of a dead TV channel and wring every last drop of pleasure from your body simultaneously.

You think it’s a talent, maybe halfway to a goddamn curse.

Face down ass up on the bed you think you’re ready to touch the edge of time itself, vision blurring black at the edges when Dick smooths his rough hand down your trembling spine–along the pretty arc of your back–to settle at the nape of your neck.

Flexing his hips he forces the last few inches of his cock into your cunt, moaning under his breath when your walls clamp around him like a wet fist. With his free hand he grabs your waist, your hip, the delicious curve of your ass, rocks you back on his length until you’re flush to his hips.

Holding you down with one hand he almost pulls out, leaving just the fat, leaking head of his cock in your slick hole. You whine, long and low, hips pushing back to try and get him inside you again. Dick chuckles, if you close your eyes you can see the pretty line of his mouth, see the self-satisfied smirk tugging at his lips—it’s infuriating, you want to swing it back around on him, take the control he has over you and wield it like a weapon.

“Please.” You gasp, writhing under his firm grip. “Dick, please.” You’re leaking around his cock, wetness dripping slowly onto the sheets below. Your face is burning, he’s never done this before, made you wait. Your shoulders flex as you twist your fingers in the sheets, a frustrated moan tumbling from your mouth. “Stop being so mean.”

Curling his fingers around his cock, Dick strokes himself from base to almost tip, “You know, I’d take you more seriously if you weren’t this fucking wet. I mean, baby, you’re literally dripping. Maybe I should jerk off just like this and come in your leaky pussy without giving you anything else, huh?” He muses and you shake your head, thighs trembling.

“No please–oh god–just…Dick please s’not fair.” Shushing you gently–mockingly–he hooks his thumbs under the swell of your ass and spreads your cunt apart, watches your swollen clit twitch as your own slick dribbles over it.

Grabbing you by the waist he thrusts forwards, hard and fast and utterly perfect. The thick girth of him stretches you open, walks the fine line between pleasure and pain and you’re ready to cry from it.

Gasping wetly you choke out broken moans, each harsh thrust forcing a needy wail from between your lips. Dick keeps you spread apart so he can watch the way his cock sinks into you, can watch how each time he pulls out he’s wetter than before, length shiny and slick. The sight is almost enough to make him empty his balls then and there, makes him want to bury himself in your sweet cunt and come until it’s leaking out of you.

Trembling underneath his firm body your knees shake, every muscle tense and threatening to collapse underneath you. Dick notices of course, he’s always tuned in, even when he’s balls deep inside you. You don’t mind that he notices, hell, it makes you even wetter knowing that he’s so tuned into your body that he recognises each little tell it gives away. You do, however, hate that he uses it against you.

“You’re such a fucking baby.” He mutters, pulling all the way out and leaving your cunt clenching on nothing. “I’m going to have to stop fucking you because you just can’t take it.”

Your reaction is reflective, you wonder if he’s managed to switch off your verbal filter. Or more likely, you want to tease him as much as he does you, even though your pussy is weeping for his cock.

“When did you start?”

The Earth holds its breath and you feel the air around you crackle violently, in the back of your head, you wonder if he’s holding his escrima sticks. The crackle feels a lot like electricity, almost like being struck by lightning.

Grabbing a fistful of your hair Dick wrenches you upwards until your back is flush to his sweaty chest. Your hands fly to your head with a startled cry, shaking fingers trying to dislodge his grip but he’s too strong, too unyielding.

“Excuse me?” He hisses, low and dark and threatening in your ear. His other hand snakes up your chest, fingers resting over your throat, not squeezing, just resting there, waiting. “You wanna say that again?”

Your mouth quirks up at the edges, thrilled at the reaction. Opening your mouth to speak, Dick suddenly tightens his hand around your throat, cutting your words off into a garbled moan. All the blood in your body rushes to your head, you feel drunk, giddy, nervous and so turned on you feel like you could come just like this, with nothing more than his hand around your neck.

“You’re such an ungrateful slut. Here I am, fucking you nice and hard, making you so wet you’re drenching my sheets and you go and say something like that.” His voice makes you quake, there's something dangerous lingering between his words. He’s too calm, too controlled. Relaxing his fist you suck in a breath and the rush of oxygen has you shaking. “M’gonna make you regret saying that, baby.”

His tone is dark and suddenly, you want to apologise.

Pushing you face down on the bed Dick shoves the full length of his throbbing cock into your pussy, the slick slide of him giving you something to clamp down on. A gasp heaves up your throat when he pulls back only to push forwards again, setting a punishing pace that has you mewling and clawing at the sheets around you in desperation.

The fat head of his cock brushes over that soft, sensitive spot inside you and you can’t help it, you come.

“I can’t believe you.” Dick snarls, not once faltering as you clamp down around him and start sobbing. “Cumming on my cock like a greedy slut after what you said. You don’t even deserve to come, baby. Don’t even deserve to be fucked.”

“M’sorry,�� You cry, “Please, I’m sorry.”

Grabbing you by the hair he drags you up, presses you against his chest and keeps going. The new angle has your eyes fluttering shut, slick running down the inside of your thighs. Reaching behind your head with one hand you try to touch Dick, try to tangle your fingers in his hair and pull.

But he doesn’t let you.

Keeping one hand in your hair he uses the other to wrench your wrist behind your back. Holding it firm, Dick pushes it up the middle of your back until the discomfort makes you whine, tears burning at the back of your eyes.

Huffing out a laugh he presses his mouth to the shell of your ear, “Don’t bother apologising now, baby, it’s not going to make a difference.” Untangling his hand from your hair he reaches around your hip and finds your clit. Circling it with his fingers he shoves your wrist higher up your back when you squirm and thrash against him, trying to flinch away. “Am I fucking you now? Or is this still not enough for you?”

“Dick…oh–fuck! M’sorry, please, it’s enough–I swear, it’s enough.”

“I don’t know, baby. M’not convinced.” Ripping a second orgasm from your trembling body he groans as you clamp and throb around him, clit twitching against the pads of his fingers.

“S’too much, I can’t.” You heave, breath coming out in fractured pants.

“Be quiet.” Dick grunts, continuing to play with your swollen, oversensitive clit. “You’ll take what I give you and be fucking thankful for it.”

You’ve decided it’s a curse. Definitely a curse.

#dick grayson x reader #dick grayson x reader smut #dick grayson smut drabble #nightwing x reader #nightwing x reader smut #nightwing smut #dick grayson smut #ending for this wasn't my best #sorry!!#anon I love you #asks #answered #ella writes

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justghoulythingz · 18 days

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i want you in all the ways you’ll let me have you…

a drabble for anonymous taken from this prompt list.

pairing : ghoul/lucy maclean

word count : 846

warnings : some good old fashioned self-loathing, rope to restrain, mentions of sex. 18+, mdni

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It’s been centuries since Cooper Howard has gotten this involved with anyone.

He’s a bit like a stunted foal: clumsy yet reluctant to admit it; so used to being somewhere dark and grisly and detached that when the sun hitched to Lucy MacLean shines, it burns his irreversibly damaged skin. Gives it a kind of glow that he has to kill every time it threatens to bloom.

Self-inflicted wounds are easier to nurse. What’s the point of watering the dead garden his innards are overgrown with?

He winces when she touches him. That’s why her wrists need to be kept bound when he explores her. So she can’t feel how much she affects him. So she doesn’t get the wrong idea.

This ain’t love. Not that she has much experience with the romantic variety. He’s got plenty to keep close to the chest.

He gave himself to his Barb and she trampled him so far into the dirt that he might has well have been buried that fateful day.

The consequential marks don’t seem to bother Lucy. She’s a curious sort. One of the things Cooper admires about her. In the same breath, however, he doesn’t mind if for once she’d give it a proper fucking rest.

She moves too fast for him. He’s not entirely certain he wanted to budge in the first place.

Here she is with his face entombed in her neck, kissing and licking and nibbling as she opens herself to him. Thinking about how he would drag his nose along the slopes and valleys that comprise her if he could. How she deserves a man who’s whole and not whatever husk was violently spat out.

He can plainly see she yearns to reciprocate. Restless energy makes her grit her teeth and clench her thighs, squirming about as he gets to roam free. A low, long-winded hiss manages to escape between the soft, swollen lips he’s already branded.

“Tell me what y’want, angel wings. Use your big girl words. Y’had no trouble up t’this point.” He smiles against her throat, keeping her body caged. His voice cuts through like a saw hacking down a tree. Chop chop chop. Devastation as it crashes to the ground.

She sighs heavily and attempts to fix her posture. He’s very skilled at distracting. It’s not lost on her that he does so on purpose.

“Can you look at me first, Cooper?” she asks, chest heaving. He wonders how their hearts would feel galloping together. He doesn’t take his clothes off for her.

Some days, he wants to.

“Alright,” he begins, angling himself backward and resting one palm on the wall above her head. He can humor her. “I’m lookin’.”

And boy does he look. How can one not, with those doe eyes, large and all-encompassing like a lush forest of green and brown and gold?

His expression takes on that of a predator’s honing in on its prey. Except she’s taken hold of his hide and shredded it until it’s all mangled and indistinguishable. He feigns he has the upper hand. He feigns many things.

Lucy utilizes a few more moments to compose herself. Logic has been replaced with emotion. That requires a different type of effort to navigate.

Normally he would hurry her along, he don’t got all day. But really, he does. Why not spend it admiring a work of unabashed art that spawned from, according to him, the depths of hell?

“As much as I enjoy you getting your excess of me, I feel…” She exhales, shaky. “I feel like that excess has snatched away my enjoyment of you. I, I feel incomplete. It’s not as satisfactory as I know it could be.”

The old, tattered cowboy doesn’t answer. It’s difficult to swallow. She is expectant, but she’s also learned to lower said expectations when it comes to him. So she carries on of her own accord.

“What I want, Cooper, is you. All of you. I’m not satisfied with this half-baked sex we’ve been having. I want to pleasure you. Have you gasping for air and unable to think clearly.”

If she only knew.

“I want you to orgasm in my vagina and mouth and hand and, and wherever else, I don’t care! Except that’s really not true. I do care. I want you in all the ways you’ll let me have you. And I want you in all the ways you haven’t let me have you. That’s what I want.”

She’s so technical sometimes that it usually makes him roll his eyes or laugh. Now, he doesn’t do either.

Instead, he grasps her chin and tilts it upward. He shoots her one last isolated once-over and seals their fate with a fervent kiss. The hand once above her travels below and deftly releases her from her binds. The rope falls to the dusty floor with a resounding thud.

“Best get t’work then,” Cooper murmurs against her cushioned mouth. Like a warm, forgiving blanket waiting to surround him, even after being away from home for months, years.

“‘Fore I change my mind.”

#ghoul #the ghoul #cooper howard #lucy maclean #ghoulcy #vaultghoul #ghoul x lucy #lucy x ghoul #fallout #walton goggins #ella purnell #drabble #prompt #i want you in all the ways you’ll let me have you #my writing #first foray into this fandom! i hope you enjoy! thank you so much for requesting and reading 🥹🥰

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ghoulcyamour · 1 month

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I think it'd be neat if during their travels, Lucy and Cooper stop by ghoul bar and Lucy and Cooper end up dancing to a song on the jukebox together. Or perhaps a scenario where Cooper ends up being the one tied-up by Lucy.

that would be really really neat. a slow song starts to play on the jukebox, lucy starts swaying her hips seductively and cooper is just eyeing her down. but lucy's a woman with a mission, she beckons him over and holds out her hands for him to join her. they sway to the old song, as coop's hands start to move lower and lower below lucy's waist.....

cooper being tied up by lucy sounds enthralling. her payback to him for making her drink that dirty water. but as soon as she actually got his lasso from his things (he was taking care of... ghoul things), he came back too fast! lucy did the dumbest thing she could've done, she threw the lasso around his neck, and pulled, hard. the ghoul fell on his behind, and lucy planted her foot on his leg, putting all her weight on that one foot... "doesn't feel so good now, does it?".

ahhhh i just love these two!! they give me life!

#lucy mclean #ella purnell #fallout tv series #ghoulcy #cooper howard #the ghoul #lucy x the ghoul #walton goggins #fallout 76 #fallout new vegas #fallout 4 #fallout amazon #amazon prime #drabbles #ask me anything #ask

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silversnowblossom · 1 year

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Alhaitham steps into the kitchen and snags Kaveh’s coffee, not because he can’t get his own—the coffee maker is really only a couple feet away—but because it’s far more entertaining watching Kaveh splutter in annoyance.

“Stop stealing my coffee,” Kaveh grumbles blearily, blond hair askew, and Alhaitham’s about to roll his eyes and keep sipping at it anyway, maybe offer a scathing remark about his roommate’s typical unkemptness in the morning, but—

Instead, he finds himself saying, “okay,” his body moving to set the coffee down without any conscious input on his part.

He’s not the only one surprised. Kaveh blinks at the coffee, then squints at Alhaitham. “Are you alright? You’re being awfully compliant today. That’s not like you.”

“I’m fine,” Alhaitham says distractedly, trying to figure out what just happened.

“Hm. If you say so.”

By the end of the morning, Alhaitham has concluded two things.

One: he's under a compulsion to obey any command given to him, whether the speaker intended for it to be an order or not.

And two: he can’t tell anyone about his condition. Not intentionally, anyway. He’s tried, with Kaveh, because as much as they bicker, there’s no one Alhaitham trusts more. He’d opened his mouth and his words lodged in his throat, unable or unwilling to escape. He’d tried to write it out, but his muscles locked, refusing to let him.

Kaveh's just going to have to figure it out himself, he supposes. It shouldn't be too hard.

Figuring out how this happened and how to resolve it on the other hand...

Well. This is going to be a headache and a half, Alhaitham can already tell.

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vlp-wrtng-prctcs · 9 months

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Conversación

Había comenzado con una pregunta pequeña, una duda natural; él había respondido con bastante júbilo pese a que la respuesta, en expectativa, cualquiera habría comentado con una brevedad genérica, vacía y sin ninguna señal de rescate para continuar la plática. Pero fue la forma en que el contenido narrado sonaba tan glorioso, tan sincero, tan lleno de afecto que fue inevitable caer en pensamientos impregnados en miel. Después de todo, ¿cuántos hombres podrían entregarse tanto a la sensibilidad sin sentir que la exposición es una absurdez o un desmerito a su propia existencia? Cindy deseaba ser parte de esos discursos, escuchar cómo era la musa de palabras melodiosas que conmueven el alma.

Así que lo oyó, tan atentamente, tan ciegamente, que cada verso explayado sonaba a poesía inédita, obras que tan solo se podrían dedicar a su existencia. Tulio era realmente un gran orador. No había día en que sus palabras no conquistaran su corazón, incluso en los errores que hay entre sus oraciones más inconscientes. Sabía hablar, sabía realmente cómo hacerlo. Era imposible no creerle, especialmente, cuando su mensaje verbal coincidía completamente con el mensaje físico que le ofrecía.

Se sentía amada, adorada, podía sentir el verano insertarse en su cuerpo como una segunda piel; con un amor cálido, fresco, que se siente misteriosamente joven y etéreo.

Todas sus pequeñas conversaciones resultaron siendo un tesoro.

Pero quizás ella no era tan buena oyente como creía.

Pasó por alto las repeticiones, las invocaciones del pasado.

Ignoró que el amor no puede poseerse.

No importaba cuántas veces sostuviera su mano, no importaba cuántas veces lo besara, no importaba cuántas veces recorrieron el cuerpo ajeno con adoración. No importó. Ni siquiera todas esas veces en que le dijo que la quería; era una conversación vacía, un monólogo aprendido.

Eran palabras maravillosas, pero no son más que un guion en el que ambos quieren creer.

Solo que no pueden, al menos, él no puede.

Cuando Tulio habla, cuando verdaderamente habla, sus ojos se iluminan, sus mejillas se tensan; la luna menguante incluso se posa en su sonrisa. Es un cielo claro, radiante, una noche estrellada. Y es tan apasionado, tan ligero, tan libre.

Pero nunca es con ella.

Nunca tienen esas pequeñas conversaciones tan profundas. Nunca conversan con la mirada. Nunca hablan. No como quisiera. Y desearía tanto poder estar en su lugar, desearía poder tener el privilegio que la entidad ignorante desprecia ante el miedo de una verdad.

Más no puede y acalla, escuchando con mayor cuidado, desenredando los mensajes inconscientes; sobreviviendo a sus pequeñas conversaciones en las que suplica, en el fondo, ser la razón por la que existen.

Lamentablemente, nunca lo será. Ya lo aceptó.

Trágicamente, tampoco lo puede culpar. Sigue enamorada de sus pláticas, de sus palabras, de la pasión que hay tras cada oración; ama a Tulio, incluso si todo lo que dice nunca será para sí. Lo ama aún cuando duela; porque su corazón quebradizo aún palpita fuertemente por él.

Pero si hubiera escuchado mejor, habría sabido desde un principio que ella solo era un oyente más.

N/A

Me gusta mucho Cindy, bastante, la quiero y adoro; pero sinceramente Tulio la hace sufrir de un modo, muchas veces, silencioso. Así que había escrito esto desde hace una semana y hasta hace poco le di un cierre para que sea un drabble en el que ella sabe que quizás, claramente, no están hechos para una eternidad, pero ¿quién le explica al corazón eso?

Siempre tendré como HC que ella lo apoya en sus siguientes relaciones, son mejores amigos después de un período de sanación; ya que lo sigue amando, y el acto de amor más grande que puede otorgarle, es ayudarle a ser feliz. Verdaderamente feliz.

#cindy miraflores #tulio triviño #31 minutos #fanfic #drabble #light angst #unilateral #Ella aún está aceptando este hecho #Tulio es inconsciente de su propio sentir

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nomniki · 11 months

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PLEASE INTERACT What kind of stuff would u guys be interested in seeing for a 1k event

#ella stfu #appearance match ups #personality match ups #cute but meh #i liked coming up with ideal first dates that was fun #I WAS THINKING OF maybe if u gave me an idol + an au i could give u some headcanons #like other show aus ceo au mafia au idol au literally any au #or maybe give me a song and an idol and i’ll write a short drabble inspired by it #but have u guys ever seen anything creative or had any ideas #i wanna do something FUN

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mxndanemagic · 1 year

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"good" version of high priestess ella~

#behind the scenes; drabbles & world building #muse; ella

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soulsxng · 1 year

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🎥 for JJ!

@fatestouch | I was asked for past life JJ >:3 | Accepting!

Sometimes, as Jawyr walked the streets of some of Ahnia's smaller cities and settlements, it almost felt like he was walking through somewhere that had been abandoned. Many buildings crumbling or in various states of dilapidation. Very few shops were open-- nobody had the money to spend, or the supply to trade, here. Up until recently, it had all been funneled to the same handful of people, back in the capital.

And even with so many people having no real choice but to live in these poor excuses for homes, there were nearly as many that didn't have homes at all. That lived on the streets, or in some hastily thrown up tent.

Things were getting better, of course, since his father had finally realized the state things were in.

Maybe the buildings were in better shape, now. People had a place to call home, and many had jobs to ensure that they would be given food, and clothing, and other such necessities.

But JJ always saw it all for how bad it had been. How could he not, when he could still see the shadows of doubt and distrust in their eyes? Hear it in their words? How they wondered when it would all be taken away from them with another of their king's mistakes?

Yes, it may have been a mistake-- his father was betrayed by those he trusted-- he never held anything but love for his people and home, even if he hadn't chosen to be recognized as king. But when you were responsible for so much, you didn't have the luxury of "learning from your errors"...not like a normal person might.

Especially when the mistake was one so large, and so complex. One that would take a long time, and likely even more lives than had already been lost.

If he allowed his thoughts to stray in that direction, JJ believed that he could do a better job. He would have to start from square one if he stole away his father's place on Ahnia's throne, but the Crown Prince felt that even then, he knew what would need to be done.

How much of that was true, though? JJ didn't know. It could be his own feelings toward his father making him think that way. It could be the way that so many of Ahnia's people looked to him with trust and adoration, for doing so much to help them when nobody else (aside from Cirisa, that is) from the royal family would.

...It could be that the situation with Vasyri was getting worse and worse by the day, and he knew Ahnia didn't have the time to be so destabilized.

"We're going to stop here, for today. I know we planned to make it closer to the river before settling for the night, but...I want to help out around here, a bit. They're pretty far from the capital here, so I'm sure they're still struggling. Those of you that need a rest can start setting up camp on the outskirts of the city. Everyone else, come with me, and we'll see what the people here might need help with."

JJ couldn't say for sure if it was just hubris that made him think he could be better than his father, or if ruling really was something he could be capable of...

But he was beginning to think that it may be worth finding out.

"...Excuse me? Your Highness Jawyr? My name is Quella, and this is Nesimah. I realize that you are busy at present...however, we wished to have a word with you. If you would be so kind as to spare us a moment."

#[JJ -headcanons-]#[JJ -drabbles-]#[Quella -drabbles-]#[In lives and moments long gone -past verse-]#(Decided to go with a thinky JJ #from right before he met Ella and Em!)

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xiaosenthusiast · 2 years

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when they were here

xiao x gn!reader

SUMMARY -ˋˏ✄┈┈ basically just a short where xiao can’t accept your love because he’s afraid he’ll hurt you

WARNINGS -ˋˏ✄┈┈ none i can think of !

a/n -ˋˏ✄┈┈ first post kinda nervous HAHA decided to write angst cause you have to start off with a kick yknow? if u seen this anywhere on wattpad it’s cause i originally wrote it on wattpad !

ₓ˚. ୭ ˚○◦˚.˚◦○˚ ୧ .˚ₓ

Xiao who can't seem to mask his expression of disgust as you mutter your confession.

Xiao who, although being able to hide his true emotions, can't seem to hide how his nose scrunched up in disgust and how his eyes squinted as he judged you.

Xiao who tells you, "Leave my sight at once. You are no longer welcome here, mortal scum." As if you're the most disgusting thing he's laid his eyes on.

Xiao who knows that confession will never be told by the one person he truly loves again.

Xiao who lets a tear escape when you’re out of sight.

Xiao who knows he's hurt you and he'll never get to see your pretty smile ever again.

Xiao who knows you'll never cook him almond tofu, or spend time with him again.

Xiao, who knows he can't have you. No matter how much he loves you.

#genshin xiao #adeptus xiao #xiao angst #angst #no comfort #genshin impact #genshin x reader #genshin x you #genshin x gender neutral reader #ella’s drabbles #random #im sad lmao

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dxckgrxsonx · 2 years

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I am in LOVE with your jason todd writing. You just write him so well 🥲

i have scoured the internet for thigh riding jason (because ya know hes KING of thunder thighs) and couldnt find a single one 😔

just thinking thots ab this mans meaty thighs and riding one

Pairing - Jason Todd X (F) Reader Words - 1.4k Warnings - SMUT 18+ - Thigh Riding - Praise!Kink - Swearing - Dirty Talk. Notes - No thoughts, just Jason Todd and his thick ass thighs. I’ve been wanting to write thigh riding for a while now so thanks my darling anon!! I hope you enjoy 😉

You’ve got that look in your eye again.

That one you get just before you say something that takes him to pieces–a teasing glint that flashes white hot at your pupil and spreads out like goddamn wildfire. You get a faint quirk at the edges of your mouth, a slight tug of a smirk on your lips and the sight of you, glittering and halfway to electric never fails to make his stomach drop straight through to his feet.

You’re leaning against the kitchen counter, watching attentively as he gears up for patrol. That no good look still flashes in your eye, but you manage to do a decent job of keeping it off your face–if Jason didn’t know you as well as he did, he wouldn’t know you’re about to suggest something obscene, something outlandish.

“Jason,” You almost purr, making him pause, fingers hovering over the clips to his weapons holsters. Looking up, he catches your gaze across the kitchen and swallows thickly when you hold his stare–refusing to let it go until you’ve said what you want to. “My pretty boy–”

He can’t help it, his brain short-circuits at the praise, stutters and freezes in place.

You push off the counter with an amused huff, wicked mouth twitching into a threatening grin. There's a firm confidence to the way you walk, a predator stalking prey. He knows he looks like an idiot, a deer caught in blinding headlights, but he can’t deny that you look powerful–goddamn fucking beautiful.

He thinks he might catch fire when you touch him, press your palm to his heaving, armour covered chest and shove.

You don’t stop there, you keep going, force him to backpedal until the backs of his legs nudge the sofa. You smile, smoothing your palm from his broad chest upwards, sweep your nimble fingers over the thick, fluttering vein in his neck to settle heavy along his jawline.

“Jay,” You say again, leaning in close enough to ghost your lips over his chin. “Lemme ride your thigh.”

His breath hitches in his throat.

His cock jumps.

“Sweetheart,” He tries, struggling to speak past the lump in his throat. “Baby, please. I’ve got patrol, I don’t have time.”

Your hands press insistently into his shoulders, holding him down. Jason knows he could overpower you, already has three ways planned out on how to have you flat on your back in a few blinding seconds. It wouldn’t take much. He thinks of flexing his hips and throwing you off, having you spread out underneath him, legs parted so he can slot between them and ruin you.

Jason can be patient. Can bide his time. Wait for you to have your fun and enjoy the intoxicating thrill of being in control before it takes it away again.

But he can’t quite ignore the way he fattens up in his boxers, blood rushing to his cock and making it twitch, ache, fucking throb at the sight of you.

“But Jay, your thighs are so thick. I’ve been wanting to do this for so long.” You drag the length of your pussy over his leg. He feels the heat coming off you through his tactical pants and he wants to moan. “You’re not going to deny me this, are you? I can see how hard you are.”

“Fucking shit!” Jason croaks, throwing his head back. “Are you tryin’ to kill me?”

He wants to jerk off, wants to wrap his fist around his cock and pump it hard and fast until he empties his heavy, aching balls. He wants to wrestle you off his leg and bury himself in your slink cunt, maybe teach you a damn good lesson in the process.

Pressing your hips down you rock yourself over the hard muscle and reward him with a sweet little gasp as your clit catches on the fabric. It makes him feel dizzy, almost like he’s waking up with a concussion minus the blinding pain. Grabbing you by the hips he guides you over his thigh, flexing it just right as you pass over it, dragging another quiet sound from your mouth.

“D’that again.” You whimper, fingers tightening over his broad shoulders.

Jason watches as your composure shakes–dissolves right before his eyes. Something dark fights itself awake in his gut, blinks its eyes open and starts cataloguing all the ways to recover control, slip it from your clever fingers and choke you with it.

“Do what again?” Jason grins, looking up at you and cocking his head slightly. “This?”

Flexing his thigh as you drag your wet little clit over it your breath stutters, pupils blowing out with a violent wave of lust. Jason adores that look on your face, halfway to unhinged, neck deep in desperation. He loves it even more because he put it there.

“Y-yes.” You stutter, eyes rolling back into your skull.

Settling into an easy rhythm of back and forth you make sure to catch your swollen, sticky pussy on every dip and groove of his thigh. Jason tightens his grip on your waist, forcing you to rock against him harder, faster.

“Can’t believe you’re making me late for this.” Jason mutters, pressing his mouth along your jaw. “Makin’ me late because you want to rub your greedy pussy on my thigh.”

He listens to your heart skip, memorises the frantic beat so he can replay it later when you’re worn out and sleeping. Pressing wet kisses along the hinge of your jaw he smooths his hands around your back, sweeps the pads of his fingers over your spine.

“But Jay, please.” You whine, breathless, “I’ve been wanting to do this for ages, been thinking of riding your thigh for months. They’re so fuckin’ thick.”

Jason huffs into the crook of your neck, thrusting his thigh against your cunt, “Is that so?”

“Mmhm. S’not fair having to watch you strap on those holsters, it makes ‘em look so good. The amount of times I’ve wanted to bite them–” Your words taper off into a moan, mouth parted as Jason drags his teeth over your pulse point.

“Y’should have said something sooner, sweetheart. Could’a had you cumming over ‘em like a whore before now.”

He feels your steady motions falter, posture changing ever so slightly to allow you to focus on grinding your twitching little clit against his thigh. Jason knows you’re getting close, can sense your incoming orgasm almost as well as he can sense his own. Moaning desperately your legs shake, eyelids fluttering shut as you drag yourself up to the very edge.

“Fuckin’ christ, are you gonna come?” Jason asks, already knowing the answer. “Really? From this? From rubbing yourself on my thigh?”

“Uh–shit. Yes, m’gonna come.” You whine, twisting your fingers into the hair at the nape of his neck. “Jay–fuck–I’m so close.”

He feels you trembling, throat working hard as you swallow and pant out whimpering whines of his name. He knows you’re a hair-trigger away from exploding, from gushing over his thigh and drenching his tactical pants. Jason knows he’ll need to change before leaving. He can’t go out with your come smeared across his thigh.

“Oh baby,” He coos against your throat, “Come for me. Be a good girl, soak my thigh.”

A silent shudder works through your body, starts at your legs and bleeds through to your fingers. Your voice shakes and cracks as you come, pussy contracting wildly against Jason's leg. Sucking a dark mark over your fluttering pulse Jason guides you through your climax, keeping the pressure on your pretty pussy until it stops twitching.

You move to pull away and swing yourself off his thigh. He knows you’re doing it to let him leave, but he’s not quite ready to let you go, still wants to prove that he’s the one in control of the situation. So Jason grabs your hips, keeps you pinned.

“I think you’ve got another in you.” He smiles, all dangerous and threatening at the edges. “M’not letting you move your wet cunt until you come again sweetheart, I’ve decided I quite like having you grinding yourself on my thigh, it’s a very pretty view.”

Your eyes widen and he sees it then, that quick flash of ‘oh fuck’ over your face. You’ve been wanting to ride his thigh for months, and Jason can’t be blamed for wanting to make up for lost time.

#jason todd x reader smut #jason todd smut drabble #jason todd x reader #jason todd smut #red hood x reader #red hood x reader smut #red hood smut drabble #red hood smut #asks #answered #ella writes

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hideawayintheimaginationworld · 2 years

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Can write a quick drabble of Deliah meeting Lefty for the first time

A late night walk was always demanded and Lefty was happy to oblige, walking at night gave him a chance to think and relax.

After tucking his son into bed, Fetch ran up to him, his blue leash in his mouth, his tail wagging, no word needed to be exchanged as Lefty knew what he was asking.

Before he left home, he made sure to triple lock the door and activate the motion sensor so if something showed up at the door, he’d get an urgent notification to return home.

Fetch seemed to be in no hurry to return home, Lefty couldn’t blame him, he was usually cooped up in the house, in fear the neighbors would see him and report him, night time was the only safe time to take him outside, also Lefty could walk with him without the need for a disguise, he did have his black ring on in case he ran into a late night jogger because he knew they’d scream in horror if they saw him.

Fetch happily ran along the sidewalk, sniffing some bushes along the way, before stopping abruptly. Lefty stopped also as Fetch sniffed around.

“What do you smell?”

Fetch raised his head and made his way ahead, continuing to smell the air, seemingly having a scent to follow.

Lefty’s guard rose, Fetch could definitely smell something abnormal, usually hostiles.

“Is it Nightmare?”

Hearing no response made Lefty anxious, “Fetch, do we need to get out of here?”

Fetch pointed himself ahead, Lefty looked ahead, a dead end road with an abandoned looking factory, one that its door slightly open, like someone wandered inside.

He narrowed his eyes, briefly scanning the site, it looked abandoned, besides from a car parked out front. How odd, he thought, factory workers never worked so late, he wasn’t an expert but he was sure they didn’t work past seven pm and it was well past midnight, in fact, Lefty checked his system clock which said the time: 1:35 AM.

He knew he should head back home but something about that car struck him as strange. What if the driver had pulled over because they got lost and fell asleep? Worse, something else like a kidnapping was afoot, it would explain Fetch’s apparent insistence to go towards it.

The bush next to him rustled and he jumped for a moment, Fetch immediately turned towards it and growled loudly, Lefty grabbed his flash beacon, half expecting Nightmare or Funtime Freddy to jump out.

Instead the bush was pushed aside and Lefty looked down at the ground.

It was a porcelain doll, walking towards him.

Lefty had always thought of them as extremely creepy.

However this didn’t seem to be like the porcelain dolls he had seen before.

For one thing, he had never seen one move on its own, except for horror movies, which he regretted watching that particular movie with Michael as it made him paranoid for months, even with Michael explaining it was “just a movie”, Lefty now realized that it was likely dolls could be husks for agony and cause havoc.

“Uh, hello,” He spoke to it, wondering if it would respond to him.

He looked more closely at the doll, noticing the doll’s much more dirty state, the brown curls messy and the pale blue dress it wore had mud stains.

The doll’s head tilted up to him and that seemed to confirm it wasn’t a normal doll he was dealing with.

Fetch approached the doll and sniffed it, Lefty watched his reaction, knowing that Fetch’s reaction would dictate his next move, Fetch would immediately attack if he deemed it a threat.

Fetch’s tail began a soft wag which told Lefty the doll was not a threat.

“Do you belong to someone?” Lefty asked, “I’m sure your owner is missing you,” He now assumed this was some sort of advanced toy, he knew toys these days were advanced, given how scared he was of his daughter’s furby because it had once started screaming at 3 AM with no command.

The doll slowly walked down the path, towards the abandoned factory site, the doll then turned back to Lefty and Fetch.

“Do you want me to follow you?”

The doll nodded.

“Fetch, guard,” Lefty spoke, a command which switched Fetch into a much more alert mode.

Lefty followed the doll towards the factory, he then noticed Fetch seemed to get more anxious, looking around, whimpering and trying to pull Lefty along.

Something’s wrong here, his mind said.

He stopped in front of the factory’s open door, he then quickly stepped towards the car outside, a quick peek inside confirmed no one was in there. On a bad gut feeling, Lefty decided to grab the car door handle, he pulled it, finding the car was unlocked when the door swung open.

Normal people would lock their cars, the owner must have left in a hurry.

He took a quick look inside the car, there was a duffel bag which looked full of clothes in the passenger seat, which suggested whoever owned this car was travelling away from home. There was a phone left on the driver’s seat and that raised his alarm, he knew humans were, in a way, attached to their devices, his own son wouldn’t leave home without his phone.

Fetch looked towards the factory.

It bothered Lefty that the doll seemed to lead him here for a reason.

Lefty knew he needed to know.

This was too suspicious.

Lefty unhooked Fetch’s leash, “Go Fetch!” He yelled, and Fetch darted off inside the factory, Lefty followed behind him, he knew Fetch had a scent and was chasing it.

Lefty lifted up his hat and dug out a bright flashlight, he clicked it on and followed after Fetch, he then heard the doll slowly following behind, so he turned back and lifted it up so it wouldn’t fall behind.

Fetch stopped at the opening of a drainage pipe, Lefty’s eye switched to his scanning mode and his system immediately detected something.

UNKNOWN HANDPRINT IDENTIFIED.

RECENTLY LEFT.

Knowing that, Lefty snapped his fingers, Fetch jumped down into the drainage pipe and Lefty followed.

He didn’t expect to spend his night crawling through a pipe that could barely fit him but he had a feeling something more was going on here.

Fetch crawled out the other end and ran out, waiting for Lefty to squeeze himself out, once he did, he looked around.

He was in a construction site, which had no fences. Lefty thought that was irresponsible considering the amount of construction site accidents he heard about being caused by civilians wandering into the construction zone.

Fetch put his nose to the ground and was sniffing again.

“Is it a monster? Bark one for yes.”

Fetch raised his head and barked, then he barked again, confirming they weren’t chasing a monster, Lefty was slightly relieved but he still wasn’t sure what Fetch was following.

“Do you smell a human?”

Fetch barked, Lefty’s eye widened.

“Well we need to find them, Fetch go!”

Fetch started sniffing around and slowly walked on a path, Lefty following behind, still carrying the doll in his arm, which he looked at, wondering if this doll had come to him to tell him that its owner was in trouble and he would need to help.

Fetch weaved around obstacles before stopping at a vent opening, he lowered himself down, whimpering.

Lefty knew he wouldn’t be able to crawl inside given his size.

“Fetch, connect,” Lefty held up his phone, the app on his phone named “FETCH CONNECT. PROGRAMME. V.1.2.0” loaded up.

“Fetch, track and retrieve,” Upon getting the command, Fetch crawled into the vent.

The app had a static screen before it fully loaded and Lefty was able to see what Fetch could, Fetch crawled inside the vent, sniffing around, crawling further in.

Lefty watched carefully, making sure Fetch was safe.

Fetch’s head scanned from side to side, Lefty could tell it was tight squeeze and he had for a moment feared his dog would become trapped in the vent, however he reasoned if Fetch did become stuck, he could just use his telekinesis ability and pull the vent apart at the seams to free Fetch if needed.

After a minute, Lefty noticed a strange black shape ahead in the vent, he was unable to make it out, until Fetch crawled closer.

To his shock he saw a shoe, and what he was certain was a leg.

Clearly Fetch saw it too.

Lefty watched as Fetch made the quick decision to grab onto the shoe in his jaws and pull it forward.

Lefty was convinced his dog had found a dead body and he started to feel ill.

Lefty was ready to call the authorities when Fetch had backed out, pulling the body out, an obviously still alive woman who groaned in pain.

“Oh my goodness, are you alright?” Lefty asked, concerned about how long she had been in there stuck.

She groaned again, taking a deep breath and pushing herself up.

“Do you need an ambulance?” Lefty reached out to her, wanting to assess her condition.

She held her head for a minute, her eyes opening fully to look up at Lefty and they immediately widened.

“Oh my god… I’ve finally gone insane…”

Lefty then realized he didn’t have his disguise on.

“Ah, I know how I look, but I’m not going to hurt you or anything, I just would like to know that you’re alright-”

The woman had looked at the doll Lefty was carrying and her face went pale.

“Oh my… god…you!” She shook.

“I beg your pardon?” Lefty was startled by this change in character.

“Why can’t you just leave me alone?! I’ve had enough of you tormenting me! What did I ever do to you?!”

“Lady are you alright?”

“You just keep coming every day at 1:35 AM!”

“Technically it’s now 1:57 AM-”

The woman stood up and pointed her finger at Lefty “Why did you bring that thing here?!”

“I don’t understand?” Lefty frowned.

“Oh god, I need help or something!” The woman turned on her heel and ran off.

“Wait up! Wait!” Lefty started to chase after her, “I just want to help you!”

Despite Lefty trying his hardest to keep track of her, he somehow lost her in the construction maze, he looked around, unsure what to do.

He looked to the doll, who remained still in his arms. He then noticed a small name tag on her wrist, which he turned over, seeing the name “Ella” written in cursive handwriting.

“You’re not a normal doll…”

It had gotten really late, and with a heavy heart, Lefty decided to return home, although he didn’t want to, as he didn’t know what happened to that woman he had met.

He dragged himself home, arriving back at 2:35 am, dragging his feet inside, Fetch lazily trudging next to him, clearly tired also as he scampered up the stairs.

Lefty entered his room, closing his door, taking off his top hat and bow tie, and immediately collapsing into bed, falling asleep.

Lefty had forgotten the Ella doll until he woke the next day at 8:00 am and saw she was standing in front of his dresser table, her blue eyes staring at him.

“That woman’s name from last night was Delilah. She needs your help.”

Lefty nodded, Michael was definitely wrong about porcelain dolls being unaware.

#Ask #Writing Drabble #A rough draft #Fazbear Frights #1:35 AM #Lefty the Bear #FNAF Delilah #FNAF Ella #FNAF Fetch #Anonymous

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4evrspn · 1 year

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Michael/Ella Drabble Series

Michael has been living with Ella for a while now, but there was still a roommate who hated him: the chicken.

A series of drabbles (can be read stand alone) in which Michael starts a war with Margaret.

#lucifer #micheal #ella lopez #Michael x Ella Lopez #Michelle #fanfic #Ao3 #drabble #drabble collection #Michael/Ella #Margret the chicken #fanfiction #alternate universe

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youn9racha · 2 years

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depression got me once again 💔

#ella’s ramblingzzz #yeah sorry for disappearing #not to mention i got a writer’s block as wlel #as well**#i don’t have the energy to finish the fic rn #might post some headcanons/mtl in the meantime #or maybe soem drabbles #who knows

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thevoyageurmoteplass-writing · 29 days

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I was restless. After everything that had happened, I’d expected to get a decent night's sleep; thought that learning to control fire and trying to save the city might actually have exhausted me. But apparently not. Even having gone out in the middle of the day to con a few people, in the hopes of feeling a little more like myself again, had done nothing to satisfy my need to do something. Perhaps it was the fact Cosmo hadn’t been there, instead he and Dart had been trying to come up with new and improved ways for our little group to be heroes. Jeff might have wanted to manipulate the hell out of us all, but he’d made a great choice in our little group.

With a groan, I finally threw the cover off and went to look at my spoils from the day. It wasn't much: a couple of ten pound notes, a club card for some supermarket or another, and a key that I don’t remember taking. Still, the motions of getting them had been what I needed; apparently, being a superhero was a rather lucrative business when Ano had figured out fake bank accounts and loads of other cunning things to protect our identities. A smile, that was all it had taken for some to let their guard down. I’d robbed them blind before actually asking anything, instead seeming way too excited about being in the city where those heroes had done that thing.

Heroes. The word still didn't sit quite right with me. I knew that I’d helped save the day, but I also felt a little like a circus monkey. Don’t get me wrong, those guys are perfect for a distraction, but I was suddenly very aware of what it felt like to be asked to do things again and again, just for the entertainment of a few people.

Without thinking I stuffed the things into the pocket of my jacket. If I wasn't going to get any sleep, I may as well make use of it.

I was dressed in less than five minutes, my thoughts already focused on what I was going to do. Or try to, the streets were dead. Despite there being a new kind of protection, people were still scared. Scared other bad people with powers might cause trouble and their heroes wouldn’t be around to protect them. Even heroes need their shuteye.

Yeah, not just the villains you need to watch out for, I thought, a small smile slipping easily onto my face.

'Hey!' a voice called, but I ignored it. “Hey” already sounded too cheerful to be anyone I knew or cared about. 'Willow!'

The use of my name froze me. I mentally tried to place the voice but got nowhere. Quick footsteps forced me into action though; I rounded to see the jogging figure approaching.

The person was a girl, probably a couple of years younger than me. Her hair seemed to bounce on her shoulders with each step she took, even as she slowed down slightly. There was a smile on her face that caused me to arch an irritable eyebrow.

'What'd you want?' I spat before the girl was too close.

She faltered momentarily, but didn't actually stop until she was a few paces away. I could already feel the heat on my hands, a comforting kind of protection whether I needed it or not.

'You found a key, didn't you?'

'I don't know -'

'It's OK,' the girl said hurriedly, 'I got one too. It's weird, but -'

'Is there a point?' I interrupted coolly.

The girl paused for a beat before chuckling, shaking her head ever so slightly. 'Sorry, sorry, I got excited,' she said, before sticking out her hand. 'I'm Ella, and that key...' She scrunched her face as her voice petered out.

My eyebrow arched further.

'Darius said this might be hard,' she murmured, before heaving a sigh. She slipped something carefully from her pocket.

Instantly, I was on edge. The heat of my hands intensified; I could see the faint orange glow that came before actual flames.

But the girl produced a key, one that looked exactly the same as the one in my own pocket. 'It takes you to a place where you can relax,' she explained, moving towards a shopfront.

I watched, unable to look away. This kid had stopped me, and now seemed to be going into a darkened shop with a key that I also had. I wasn't sure if she had the power to create keys to any door, if she was actually the owner's kid or something, or she was about to rob the place blind. It was that uncertainty that drew me closer to her, curious to how all this played out.

'Yours'll do the same,' Ella said, glancing back over her shoulder and shooting me a bright smile. 'Any door as long as it takes a key.'

I didn't have time to question it. Ella had already unlocked the door and opened it outwards.

'Welcome to The Voyageurs Möteplass,' Ella said brightly, stepping through the doorway.

After everything that had happened in recent months, I had hoped that nothing else could shock or, I had to begrudgingly admit, impress me. But I was proved wrong. Beyond the doorway life seemed to flourish, even though from the outside it had looked completely empty. People that looked like nothing I had seen before bustled around, chatting amicably, an air of almost bittersweet happiness tinged the whole thing. Ella's grin seemed to widen. She waved to people that passed, and they seemed to smile back even if they'd looked in thunderous moods beforehand.

'Are you stealing my lines, Ella?' a large man with amusement bright behind his eyes asked. There was something imposing and yet oddly comforting about him.

'Just testing it out, Darius,' Ella said brightly.

He chuckled jovially. 'I think young Badger was looking for you. Something about "The joke to end all jokes," I believe.'

Ella chuckled affectionately before turning back to me. 'I'll be seeing you,' she said, before hurrying away.

Part of me wanted to tell her to come back, to try and have at least some semblance of before this revelation beside me to help make sense of it, but she didn't. Instead, I turned quizzically to Darius.

'Why don't we have a drink, Willow.'

'How'd you know my name?' I asked carefully, once again feeling the protective heat of my power.

'When a hero -'

'I'm not a hero.'

Darius inclined his head slightly as way of an apology. 'This place is for adventure weary travellers to rest a while amongst their own. I could -'

'Is it magic?' I asked before I could stop myself.

A flicker of that bright smile. 'Yes, now, shall we close the door so as not to let the warm air out?'

I hovered for a moment, my toes on the threshold. Cosmo would have loved this, and he was going to be so pissed at me for more than one reason. But I was curious to see what other treasures were hidden beyond the doorway; who knew, there might have been some interesting pockets to pick.

So, ignoring my better judgement, I stepped into the café, and closed the door behind me.

#ocappreciation #Across Stories Story #Drabble #Made By Me #Willow #Ella #Darius Kilvert

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