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Sleep Well
Gale x Reader (Baldur's Gate 3)
Rating: Explicit. 18+ only.
CW: AFAB reader, no pronouns or names used. Graphic descriptions of oral sex. Mentions of p.i.v.
Since I hit 69 followers on this blog, you all voted if I should celebrate by writing something, and I did. Enjoy! This is my first time writing for Gale and I don't expect it to be my last.
Gale sighed and put down the book he'd been reading. He yawned and stretched like a cat, his fingers finding your hairline and gently stroking. "Shall we go to bed, my love?"
You nuzzled your cheek into his thigh where you lay. "Mm, I think I could stay like this forever."
He chuckled, tracing the line of your cheekbone with his thumb.
"As could I, but we have a long day of travel ahead of us. We need to be well rested for whatever tomorrow will bring."
You pouted, nestling your face further into his lap. "But I'm so comfortable here," you complained, only half in jest. "And I'm not sleepy."
Gale sighed. "The rest of camp is surely asleep by now. We have already stayed up a bit too late reading. We should-"
You cut him off. "Well, if the others are all asleep..."
You turned your head ever so slightly, meeting his warm gaze. You could get lost in those deep brown eyes. The look in them was one of pure adoration, no secrets swimming in their depths. From the moment he had confessed his love to you, any reservations he had held had melted away at the assurance of your hand in his. He loved you.
A smile teased at his lips. "Oh, I see. Perhaps you want me to, erm, wear you out? Make sure you sleep well tonight?"
You nodded, blushing slightly.
He hummed approval, easing you off of his lap as he pulled off his tunic. His broad chest, tattoo tracing its way from his heart to his cheek, was softly illuminated in the candlelight.
"Come here." His voice was thick with arousal, somewhere between an order and a plea. He could have been begging, he could have been demanding. You stood, shucking off your own nightclothes, before kneeling, straddling his head, but not lowering yourself fully. Close enough for him to smell your arousal but not letting him taste you yet.
He groaned, hands rising to your hips as though to pull you onto him, hold you steady while you rode his tongue as you had many times before.
You grasped his fingers before he could pull your hips down, close the distance between your slick cunt and his warm mouth. He let out a small whine of protest. He was hungry for you.
"Is this what you want?" You teased, "do you want me to sit down? Do you want to taste me?"
Gale let out a low moan. "You know that's all I want, all I've ever wanted. I crave your nectar." So poetic, even with his pupils blown wide and cheeks flushed.
"Then you're going to have to let me taste you first." A wicked grin spread across your face as you lifted up, gently pushing his hands down to his sides.
"My love, you know you never have to--that I never expect you to--Aah!" Gale gasped sharply as you unlaced his breeches and pulled them down, exposing his already hard cock to the night air filling his tent. Running a finger up the vein on the underside, you smiled. "Good boy, already so hard for me. You know exactly what I want, don't you?"
Pressing a kiss to the head, you scooted down so that you were resting on your stomach between Gale's thighs. You knew that if you didn't take him like this, he would be content to make you cum against his mouth again and again, only seeking his own pleasure once you were a mewling mess begging for him to fill your sensitive, twitching pussy. You loved that about him--how could you not be damn near addicted to such a generous lover?
But as delightful as it was to watch him shudder with desire just from giving you orgasm after orgasm, you found that there was a very real part of you that wanted to do the same for him. Make him squirm and whimper your name, bucking his hips into your hand as you stroked him. Take his cock into your mouth until you were choking on it, tears streaming down your face. See, you would think, see how completely undone I am for you? How I worship you every bit as much as you worship me?
This was one of those nights. Just as you were lowering your head about to start sucking at his cock, Gale placed a hand on your shoulder to stop you. "No, not like this."
Immediately, you sat up. "What's wrong? We can stop if you're uncomfortable or too tired or--"
He cut you off with a low laugh.
"No, no. What you were about to do is.... delightful. Please, do not think that the feeling of your lips around me does not drive me wild. It does, most assuredly. I simply want--I still want to taste you. In fact, I'd prefer to taste you while you do that, if it's all the same to you."
You felt your eyes widen. "Absolutely," you choked out, "I would love that."
Rising from between his legs, you crouched above his face once more, this time facing his crotch. The moment you lowered yourself fully onto Gale's lips, his cock twitched and a small bead of precum bloomed from the tip.
You rocked your hips slightly against him, the friction sending jolts of pleasure along your clit. Moaning, you leaned forward, gently pulling his thighs toward you for balance. With his feet flat on his bedroll, Gale spread his legs. You bent forward, taking his tip into your mouth and licking the precum from it. Gently, you flicked your tongue across the slit there, widening the circle until you were tracing the flare at the base of the head with just your tongue.
He moaned into you and the vibration of the sound made you let out a whine of your own, muffled by your mouthful of cock.
As your pace quickened, the careful patterns Gale had been tracing along your folds became more frenzied. His fingers, usually so gentle, dug into the flesh of your hips as he pulled himself deeper into you, tongue flicking into your vagina with a desperation you'd never felt from him before, even on your first few nights together. If you hadn't had your mouth full, you thought you would have been screaming his name.
Instead, you moaned louder against his shaft as your head bobbed, taking every inch of him if only to stifle the sounds he was rending from you as he tonguefucked you. It was too much. You came with a gasp, needily grinding against his chin as he kept licking and sucking you through your orgasm.
Even though you had stopped working him as you came, the sound and taste of your orgasm sent him rutting up into your mouth again, rougher this time, thrusting up into your mouth while you held your head still and came down from your high. He was close, you could tell from his whimpers that he was about to spill. Once you could breathe again, you pulled a hand from his leg and began to stroke him, his shaft slick with your spit, as you ran your tongue along the head. Faster, faster, until he came, his load spilling down your throat with a beautiful moan.
You swallowed, your throat contracting as you licked the last of his cum from his still twitching dick.
Gingerly, you rolled off of him and resituated so that you were lying on the bedroll beside him, your faces only inches apart. Gale rolled onto his side and kissed you, deeply, sloppily. You tasted yourself on his tongue and knew he must taste the salty tang of his semen in your mouth as well.
Satisfied and slightly out of breath, he pulled back. "Was that...what you...had hoped for?" He gasped.
"Oh Gale," you murmured as you buried your face in his chest, "I don't even know where to start." Your eyelids were growing heavy with sleep.
Gale raised one big hand to cradle your face. "Start with sleep, my darling."
#gale dekarios#bg3 gale#bg3#baldur's gate 3#gale of waterdeep#gale x afab!reader#gale x gn!reader#gale x reader#gale x tav#gale bg3#bg3 x reader#gale#mine#gale smut#bg3 smut
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Girl Dad!Eris x Reader and The Henna Chronicles
+ a mood board
A/N: No one asked for this, but you are getting it anyway!
okay lemme tell you, Eris is obsessed with mendhi. He grew up seeing his mother wearing henna all the time, and he loves the intricate designs that one can use to express their emotions and their souls.
Beron firmly was against Eris pursuing artistic expression, and so Eris never really got to try putting henna on others until you.
He cannot get enough of the way you look while wearing mendhi. Your wedding night henna is still ingrained in his mind, the way it extended from your fingers all the way up to your forearms with autumn leave print, vines, and different flowers, to the way the henna on your feet extended from your toes up to your knees.
They almost look like fae tattoos, but Eris gets anxious at the thought of you having those. It is not that he doesn't trust you, he trusts your judgement completely. But he sure does not trust others to hold up to their end of the deal, and thus Eris doesn't ever give you any reasons to make promises to others.
The only three indigo ink tattoos you have from promises made are from when you bound your soul with Eris at your mating ceremony, accepting him as your mate, promising to love and cherish him for the rest of your shared lives, and the the promises that you made to each of your babes, Marwa and Twila. A promise to love and protect them with your entire being, to attempt to be the best mother for them, to provide a home that is engulfed with joy and laughter.
Anyway, Eris here, is a little artist. Male knows exactly how to hold a henna cone, and how to use the right amount of pressure to make the designs that he has in his head. You are his first model, and he uses henna to create designs all over you. There is something about you being a piece of art to him, and then having part of his own creativity temporarily etched into your skin that has him on his knees nearly every night for you.
Ugh, and when the babes are born????
He starts to do little designs on them as well. Their little chubby hands always have some sort of design on them, and when they fall asleep in your arms, he will attempt to do designs on their small tubby feet. He might have to ignore you glaring at him because you are terrified the babes will wake from his minstrations, but they never do. Maybe its the fact that they feel completely safe in the presence of their mama and papa, or maybe its the fact that Er can use just enough pressure to get the henna onto their skin, but not enough to tickle their feet.
As the babes grow older, the love waking up to the designs their papa has created for them, often climbing into each others beds before coming to your room to babble about comparisins in the designs they have on their little feetsies and hands. They love to "ooo" and "aah" at each other, and ugh.
On a side note, Marwa and Twila are literal besties. The way they talk to each other, so soft and gentle, kind and sweet, is the most adorable thing. Even when they were infants, they would babble at each other like they completely understood what the other was saying. They would be having full conversations with themselves in baby talk. You and Er would turn it into a game, trying to guess what the 7 month old girls could possibly have to be ranting about at their little age.
Anyway, here are some of the designs that Eris has created on you and your babes. They are so cute and sweet. And I just love girl dad!Eris.
#rose rambles#girl dad!eris#girl dad!eris x reader#girl dad eris#eris fanfic#eris vanserra#eris vanserra x reader#eris x reader#eris acotar#eris vanserra acotar#acotar fanfic#acotar drabble#acotar hc#eris hc#girl dad eris hc#marwa and twila#twila and marwa#henna#mendhi
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Casey Jones Fucking Dies: Chapter 3
i have already started on chapter 4, W my brain for actually giving me the motivation and focus to do this. also @builtlikeastickofcelery
It had been about four weeks since the... incident. Raphael was sitting in the kitchen in the lair, drinking coffee. It was around 2 A.M. and his brothers and father had yet to wake up; so he sat at the table staring at his reflection in the dark coffee. In all honesty, he was doing more thinking than drinking. He was thinking about how April had been friends with Casey. Casey who he had killed. He was thinking about how he could never tell his family. How disappointed and disgusted they would be.
"Is something troubling you my son?" the turtle's father asked, walking out of the shadows, startling Raph.
"Aah! Uh, no Sensei, I'm okay." Raph replied, lying through his teeth, hoping the eyebags on his face wouldn't rat him out. He hadn't been getting great sleep after the whole situation with that Casey Jones kid. Even if he tried, his nightmares wouldn't let him sleep uninterrupted for very long.
"Are you sure, my son?" the rat questioned, glancing down at Raph's eyebags.
Crap. Looks like there really wasn't any hiding his lack of sleep. "Well Sensei, I guess..." Raph trailed off, trying to piece together a lie that would sound convincing to Splinter. "I guess I just feel bad for April, she's taken this death so hard." Raph lied.
"Hmmm," his father hummed, "so that is what ails you. Do not worry Raphael, April is very strong. It will take time for her to come to terms with her friend's death, but she will push through."
"Mm, thanks Sensei." Raph said, taking that speech as his cue to leave.
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And while April mourning her friend definitely made Raph feel guiltier, he had noticed some other strange happenings in this four week period. Nothing super weird, at first it was just his action figures falling over, or a particularly cold gust of wind blowing past him during patrol.
Raphael's things started to simply, go missing as well. A sai couldn't be found right before training sessions, or his drumsticks got misplaced. Nothing too bizarre, but misplacing things was a bit out of character for the red-masked turtle. Maybe it was all a prank by Mikey, the big question was how he got into Raph's room.
Either way, pick your poison. It wasn't too much of an inconvenience. Until the occurrences got more...peculiar. It wasn't until one day while he and his brothers were walking through the sewers, setting up security cameras for Donnie.
It was all going well, nothing weird, nothing strange. Raph was setting up a camera in one of the sewer tunnels. Further down the tunnel was his younger brother, Mikey. The red-masked turtle was attaching one of Donnie's security cams to the mossy walls of the sewer, setting it up in the corner. After turning it on he turned behind him to grab another from the bag Donnie gave them.
The only problem was the fact that the bag wasn't behind him anymore. He looked over towards Mikey who was still fidgeting with the camera from before, but it also didn't look like he had the bag. He turned to his left, down a different sewer tunnel, where he found the brown satchel.
"Huh, weird." the turtle muttered to himself. he found it a bit strange that the bag had moved seemingly on its own, but then again, he'd been having strange things happen for the past few weeks. He walked over to pick up the bag, but for whatever reason, he decided to look up at the tunnel before reaching for the satchel. The tunnel seemed much, much, longer than it should. He couldn't seem to pull his vision away from the end of the tunnel, or at least where the end should be. In its place seemed to be a white haze, with a bit of a green glow surrounding it.
It was during this state of paralysis that the turtle heard something calling him, if you could call it that. Whatever was calling him wasn't exactly a voice, but something wanted him to walk down the tunnel, past the bag full of cameras that he was looking for only a minute ago. His legs began to move on their own, which could now be considered a habit of theirs. He put one foot in front of the other, walking deeper into the tunnel, following the sense calling him there.
"Uhhh? Brochacho?" Mikey interrupted, shocking Raph out of his state. Raph snapped his neck around to face his younger brother, now back in control of his mind and body. "You ok man? You seem kinda out of it dude." Mikey remarked.
"Ugh, I'm fine, Mikey!" Raph lashed out, trying to cover the slight fear in his voice from the previous experience. "Let's just put the rest of these cameras up." he growled. As he turned around to pick up the bag he glanced up to get a second look at the sewer tunnel. Now, instead of the white haze with a greenish glow, there was the usual darkness. He grabbed the bag the turned back to face his younger brother, speed-walking out of the tunnel and past his younger brother.
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After that experience, Raph decided to stick around his brothers more often, hoping that would prevent anything like that from happening again. He hoped that they wouldn't notice, ever since the teenager was found dead how he lashed out less, how he tried to pull his punches, how he went out of his way to be mean less. But with all the time he now spent around them, he began to figured they would eventually notice. Unfortunately for raph, not every waking moment could be spent with his brothers.
But it was just a shower, nothing too bad could happen a shower, as long as he kept it short, right? 'Just keep it short' he reminded himself stepping into the shower. But when he turned the warm water on, all his worries were washed down the drain along with the water. Guess showers really are good for your mental health, or whatever is it that Donnie was saying earlier that day.
It was so warm in the shower that Raph figured that staying in it for a bit longer couldn't end too badly, nothing had happened so far. He felt the warm water run down his shell. Yeah, he could stay here a bit longer. This train of thought repeated for quite a while until Leo yelled from the other side of the door that Raph was hogging all the warm water and needed to get out of the shower. Raph begrudgingly turned off the warm water and stepped out of the shower. The cold hit him like a brick. He turned to the mirror, which was now covered in condensation. Donnie always got mad when there was condensation on the mirror after one of his brothers took a shower. Something about the water causing mold. Not wanting Donnie to yell at him, Raph took a towel and wiped the water away. After clearing most of the condensation off the mirror he was greeted with his face...and-
There was a second face. Staring back at him.
Chapter 1/Chapter 2/Masterpost/Next
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from the OC introduction ask! (Sorry followers this is long but its worth it i prommy there are even pictures)
This is my little dötter Basil, a D&D PC of mine! She only saw 3 sessions of play 3 years ago but she is getting a second chance at life because @eaudecrow picked her up from the shelter and gave her a lovely yard to run around in.
Basil is a little tiefling girl whose large family runs an apothecary and surgery in a tiny little backwater town called Tarnygee. Basil’s brilliant mother developed a strain of magical herb that when processed can cast (without spell slots or prior magical ability) Lesser Restoration, thereby curing any disease instantly.
While traveling to heal a local noble, Basil’s mother disappeared and a bigshot inventor came forward claiming her panacea as his own. When Basil’s oldest brother tried to confront him and wound up dead, it became clear there was nothing they could do to get justice on their own. So, fueled by grief and rage, Basil took a job as a part-time warlock at Seelie Corp., a fey megacorporation with mysterious motives. In return for her working as their errand girl, Basil gets to be distinctly less killable and more tricky as she tries to find the inventor and extort him for the good of her destitute family.
Things aren’t working as well as she would like though: due to being basically a middle schooler, she’s got to keep her work under 40 hours a week and gets limited pact benefits. Her supervisor (a weasely pseudodragon named Keith) is dismissive and unhelpful, and her small town upbringing has kept her deeply unprepared for taking on the wild world of men and magic on her own.
Luckily, she’s found some unexpected help! While submitting her weekly report through the postal system of Fey portals, Basil’s paperwork went awry and found its way to another world: specifically a bunker in a war torn parallel version of the material plane. This bunker is the home and prison of Crow’s Aaren D’Cannith.
As a youth, Aaren invented a mechanical race called warforged, but seeing their potential for war and servitude, his family seized his blueprints (AND HIS ROBOT DAUGHTER) and disowned him as soon as he came of age. Aaren spent a few years as a vigilante trying to free his creations, but was trapped in his secret library when a magical-chemical fallout steeped his homeland in a volatile and toxic arcane gas. There he stayed, trapped and utterly alone, for three years.
Until Basil.
The two are corresponding via letters that we actually write each other, and it’s SUCH a fun and interesting method of storytelling to me aah. Despite being little more than strangers separated by a barely permeable divide, and despite Aaren struggling to believe Basil was even real at first, the two have formed a very sweet bond that makes me so unwell, you would not believe.
Both are grieved by how much of their own misfortune they see in the other. Through Basil’s letters, Aaren can tell that she is young, inexperienced, lacking support, and actively in danger as she allows herself to be used in exchange for power. He sees her situation with the eyes of someone who has been there and thus liberally (almost desperately) shares what little he can: his own arcane study materials, what he’s learned about survival and avoiding arrest, and, not the least, assurance that despite her perceptions, Basil is clever and kind and she matters.
Basil in turn is Aaren’s one connection to other people, and to a world that, while imperfect, is not ravaged and desolate like his own. After years of incarceration and tedium, he now has the exhilarating privilege of small talk and an audience for the terrible, terrible jokes he’s cooked up in isolation. He has a way to not only talk to someone outside of himself, but to help. He has something productive to do, and a reason to do it, not to mention the interesting puzzles of how their letters are finding each other and what else might be going on with Basil’s work. Basil is truly grateful to him, and returns his kindness in what little ways she can—most recently by interdimensionally mailing him his first real food in years.
Currently, Aaren and Basil are working to craft a pair of sending stones for daily artificer/botany jokes and (real reason) so that Basil can have some sort of emergency contact if she needs urgent advice. 25 words once per day is frightfully little if she ever runs into real trouble, and the limitations of their contact are never more haunting than when one considers how little Aaren could truly do in an emergency. I’m sure this frustration is only worsened by the unfortunate atrophy of his knowledge and skill caused by fog exposure. But he’s a clever man, and Crow had some ideas that seized my brain for weeks. Goodness.
Anyway in conclusion
Thanks for coming to my TedTalk
#my OC#blorbos in law#Basil D’Pothecary#Aaren D’Cannith#Basil#answered asks#art: Basil#my art#TENDERNESS MAKES ME BONKERS AND THERE IS SO MUCH TO HE HAD WITH THESE TWO#thanks crow…. 😭💐🥺
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[Translation] Spider / Kohaku's Sacrifice 2
Kohaku: Uwah?! Just now, did I just hear a clanking sound?!
HiMERU: You did. It was likely the temperature and humidity that caused the place to rumble.
Kohaku: Aah...is that so. The place rumbling huh...Is this wrong? It's normal for someone to get scared by any weird noises that happen suddenly.
HiMERU: --Agreed. HiMERU thinks it's normal as well.
Kohaku: ....HiMERU-han, you're so calm. You probably don't even feel the slightest bit scared after hearing all those horror stories, do you?
HiMERU: Well, that's right. With being in the industry, those kinds of stories can be heard floating around extremely often but they aren't very credible.
Kohaku: Eh?! That much?!
HiMERU: Yes. They're on TV and the radio. It appears that there's more horror stories about studios and such, and there are also myths about occupied hotels on the countryside. In addition, like Shiina described, the ES building has many mysteries of its own.
Kohaku: Uuu....just what're you trying to say...?
HiMERU: However. As explained previously, the stories aren't credible, so you really don't need to be scared of them. More importantly, these horror stories have inconsistencies that HiMERU is more interested in.
Kohaku: I really don't know how else to say this, but you're a really dry fellow. Finding flaws in horror stories really is something only you would have the audacity to do, HiMERU-han.
HiMERU: Well, that's fair enough. --Oukawa. We've arrived at the restroom. HiMERU will wait for you outside, so please go and do what you have to.
Kohaku: Ah. Yeah, I'll get going then.
Kohaku: Umm, the lightswitch--ah, there it is. I'll just flip it and...there.
Kohaku: (Even though the lighted turned on and it's bright...I don't know why the bathroom's making me so anxious. That big mirror plus the still and quiet space, I wonder if that's what's making me feel that way more. There's no chance I'm gonna feel any better by staying here. Alright. HiMERU-han is still waiting for me out there. There's probably nothing weird in such a clean restroom either.)
Kohaku: Don't be scared, don't be scared, don't be scared....
Rinne: I'm Rinne-kuuun*. And I'm behind Kohaku-chyan right noooow....
Kohaku: GyaaaAAAAAH!
HiMERU: O-Oukawa?! What's going on?!
HiMERU: .........
HiMERU: Um. Just what kind of situation is this exactly?
Rinne: GyaaAAH! My arm! It's gonna break, it'll break!!!
Kohaku: I, I-I-I-I-I-I-I-I'm not afraid if you come at me! Get the hell outta here, you ghost!
HiMERU: ....What happened is more clear now. This big idiot snuck past HiMERU's blind spot and startled Oukawa, correct? Oukawa, Oukawa. Please calm down and look. That's not a ghost, but it's Amagi.
Kohaku: Gyaaa--ah...?
Rinne: Kohaku-chan! Give, give**! At this rate you'll break my arm! You'll break it clean off!
Kohaku: ..... Hrrmph!
Rinne: Owowowowow! Kohaku-chan! I'm telling you it's not a ghost, it's me, it's me! I'm the "unit"s reliable leader Amagi Rinne, I'm telling you!
Kohaku: Obviously I'm tightening my grip because of you! You're always going around doing all sorts of nonsense!
Rinne: Auuughhhh! Give, give, give!
HiMERU: Haah...you two need to stop it. If you keep being this loud then the security guards will get suspicious. Our plans will be impeded if that ends up happening.
Kohaku: You're such an asshole! I've had enough of all this!
HiMERU: Agreed. That was done in bad taste, Amagi.
Niki: Nn? Mrhff mrrrpgh~ (Welcome baaack~) Mogumogu***
Rinne: Aah! Niki! Just what are you doing, eating all by yourself?
Niki: --Mogumogu...gulp. It's because Kohaku-chan, HiMERU-kun, and Rinne-kun all left and never came back~. Seriously! I was out here having a bad time too, yknow? Usually to save energy I'd be sleeping by now. But since I'm up late I got hungry. I got really hungry....Plus, I used up calories telling those 100 stories, so my hunger level really reached its limit. Mogumogu....
Niki: I really was gonna wait until everyone got back, yknow that? But I didn't know how long that was gonna take. I was stuck on what I should do until I heard Kohaku's scream from somewhere far off****. I figured Rinne-kun played some kind of prank on Kohaku-chan in order to scare him, so I guessed you'd be late coming back. I wasn't just gonna wait to starve to death, so I ate and replenished my energy. Mogumogu....
HiMERU: Impressive, Shiina. It's almost like you were there to witness it. It was unexpected that you'd guess 100% of Amagi's actions.
Niki: Mogumogu....Well, we have been together for a long time~. I can just tell when most things are gonna happen. Mogumogu.
Rinne: Don't just sit and eat while you explain. Share some with us too. --Ah?! You already ate most of it?!
Niki: Ah. That pizza with all your favorite toppings on it, I saved it for last. Rinne-kun, please don't try to eat that alone!
Rinne: Look who's talking. Bastard.
Kohaku: I really wonder if this counts as training......
(*): He used "atashi" here instead of "orecchi" (normally) or "ore" (speaking seriously)
(**): That's how it's written in the textbox but in case the clarification is needed he's like saying "Uncle!"/"Give up"/"Get off" etc. Basically asking Kohaku to surrender.
(***): Like last time, the muffled noises are what's in the parenthesis, as you can see.
(****): Callback to the end of the prologue!!
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Week Forty Seven!
“Huff…”
At least it’s still nice to be able to stand off to the side and watch. Even as infuriating as Earth is, and how infuriating it can sometimes be to see Zim get stuck in his routine… it’s somehow simultaneously refreshing, for Skoodge to be watching him.
While some aspects of Zim have changed over the years, shifted to better adapt to his environment, his personality has remained almost unchanged. The thing that draws people in – or away – the most, that has been relatively consistent his entire life.
Loud, bossy, pushy, captivating…
… Everything he has been, even way back in the education plugs.
It wouldn’t be too big of a stretch to say that Skoodge is still as absolutely charmed by those same eccentricities as he was centuries ago – even after being separated from them.
“Come now, Skoodge! I know you can do better than that!”
Even if those eccentricities might end up killing him one day. At least with Zim, Skoodge knows that getting killed by him will be more incidental, rather than malicious. Zim tends not to be aware of the radius of chaos that’s always surrounding him.
A shaky wheeze wriggles its way out from his flabby throat. “I’m trying – hhng – my hhhuhardest –”
“Your hardest is clearly not hard enough.” Zim clicks his tongue. “Here, let me.”
Steps sound out in the grass, taken just outside of Skoodge’s field of vision.
Two tiny hands make themselves known as they grasp along his backside, the abrupt sensation causing him to jolt in place.
“– Whuh-at are you–?”
Cccrr-RA-ck-CK!
Skoodge goes limp, stuck in a half-bent position from his failed attempt at touching his toes. His hands hang below him. He can’t feel his spine.
He wheezes. It sounds hollow and utterly dead.
Zim hums. Skoodge can’t look up to see it, but he’s almost certain that the other is stroking his chin in some provoking thought. “Eh. That did nothing. You really are dookie at this, Skoodge.”
Skoodge would love to bite back with some equally sardonic remark – perhaps something that could really give Zim pause. Something along the lines of not all of us can be built like tiny little pretzels, Zim. But, unfortunately for him – or maybe, fortunately – all of his mouth functionality has been lost along with what used to be his back. He can’t even groan without risking more burning, searing pain to shoot its way through his body.
These morning stretches are not meant for an irken with Skoodge’s build. But Zim always insists on doing them right before a big scheme. Different from his regular ones. Doing these today means that something is coming, very, very soon.
Not soon enough, Skoodge thinks. He doesn’t really know what the special occasion is. Not yet at least, since Zim was so insistent on not spoiling the surprise – and Skoodge won’t get to knowing any time soon.
All he can really do now for the next hour or two is stare at the ground and his belly, and at his hands hanging limp, still unable to reach his feet, until his spine regenerates.
Terrible. Cruel.
This is like that Earth ‘Hell’. His own highly specific form of torture. Repentance for his crimes.
Eh. At least he’s not starving. Or dead. He could always be dead!
… He’s pretty sure he’s thought that very specific thought a lot of times, already.
… Well, that’s only because it still holds true!
Yup! Mhmm! I love being not dead! And not suffering too, preferably, but hey! Beggars can’t be choosers!
He’s pretty confident he got the saying right, that time. He mentally pats himself on the back for it, well aware that he can’t actually do it thanks to his current predicament. The still lingering pain tingles that occasionally shoot throughout his body serve as helpful reminders not to move. Aah. Refreshing.
#somehow ive had this in my drafts for forever? and have just not posted it????#EDIT: IT WAS IN MY DRAFTS CAUSE I ALREADY POSTED ALL OF EM#switching it out for writing#oops!#written skoodge#weekly skoodge
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Diabolik Lovers LOST EDEN ー Laito Ecstasy [Prologue]
CHAPTER MASTERLIST
Monologue
On the way there,
the Sakamaki’s filled me in,
on everything which happened while I was absent.
Including the fact that the Adler Clan,
was currently on its way to attack Eden,
as we were also headed there.
They also told me,
that Laito-kun would use the opportunity to make quick work of them,
in an attempt to avoid any more dangerous situations,
which might be coming our way otherwise.
Knowing that Laito-kun had been facing many struggles,
and his brothers were the ones who ultimately came to his rescue,
honestly made me more happy than anything.
I believe that letting go of the past,
and trying to look towards the future instead,
is something Laito-kun very much needs.
After all, it is very difficult,
to change what happened in the past ーー
However, amidst all of that,
the images of the Ghouls who are stuck in Rotigenberg to this day,
kept on flashing back in my mind.
Even though I know very well,
there is nothing I can do for them.
Still, I cannot forget,
how small and fragile the hand of the little Ghoul girl looked,
when she tried to stop me from leaving back thenーー
ー The scene starts with the night sky
Yui: ( I can’t help but wonder...If there truly isn’t anything I can do for them. )
( It kind of feels like I’ve gone back in timeーー )
( To long before...I had even met everyone...When I’d often spend time singing songs with the small children at the Church... )
( I would often give advice to these children who each had their own personal circumstances or struggles. )
( Back then, all I could do was keep them company. I mean, it’s no different now... )
Laito: Eden has come into view.
Yui: ...
*Rustle*
Laito: ーー Hello!? Earth to Bitch-chan?
Yui: Ehーー?
Laito: We’ll arrive at Eden soon?
Yui: Aah, I see. Sorry for spacing out.
Laito: ...
Yui: ( I have to get a grip soon. )
ー The scene shifts to the outside area of Eden
Ayato: I sort of knew what to expect based on what Reiji told us but I didn’t think it’d be this bad.
Kanato: It’s like a completely different place...
Reiji: Just as I thought. I believe that it is Laito’s lack of stability and emotional turmoil which has brought Eden to this state of ruin.
Subaru: I had heard that this place is connected to whoever holds those powers, but now I understand what is meant with it.
Yui: ( I didn’t think this is how I’d be confronted with a clear image of just how unstable Laito-kun is right now... )
Laito: ...
Yui: Laito-kun, are you alright?
Laito: Nfu~ Why are you asking that?
Yui: I mean...
Laito: To me, Eden is a hellhole, home to that wicked man.
To be honest, seeing it in ruin like this makes me think that he got what he deserved.
Yui: Really...?
Laito: ーー Right now, my mind is full of what awaits ahead of us.
I can’t wait until it’s just the two of us. ...Nfu~
ー Laito moves closer
*Rustle rustle*
Yui: ...L-Laito-kun...
( His face...is close to mine... )
Laito: ーー Nnh!? Huh...?
Yui: ...Is something wrong?
Laito: No, nothingーー ..Oh...
ー He steps back as they are approached
???: ...Look who has decided to show up now.
Yui: ...Ruki-kun!?
Laito: What’s this~? ...I thought you guys would be panicking over the fact that the Adler Clan has come to attack...
Yuma: Even if we’re in a pickle, we’re not gonna come cryin’ to ya.
Yui: ( ...I didn’t know the Mukami’s had come here... )
( I guess it only makes sense. I mean, this is where all of them grew up as Vampires after all. )
Laito: I mean, you may say that but this place is basically my Castle right now...isn’t it?
So I have to do something about this situation, don’t I?
Kou: Heeh, you actually acknowledge it as your own Castle? That’s a surprise. What has caused this change of heart?
Considering the disastrous state of Eden, I kind of assumed you were still denying that man’s powers and everything related to it, being your usual self.
Laito: Nfu~ Well, I guess you could say...A lot happened.
Ruki: ...Well, either way, as long as it means you look more positively at your own powers now, that is all that matters.
Especially if that means it will halt Eden’s destruction...
But this castle continues to break down little by little each day.
Laito: Eh? Really...?
Azusa: Yes...We’ve been trying to do something about it as well...Taking care of it...day by day, but...
Laito: That’s strange...I’ve been trying my best not to deny these Powers of mine and I even got Bitch-chan as well...
Yuma: Too bad, mate? I guess yer ‘best’ just isn’t enough?
Laito: ...
Yui: ( ...Laito-kun... )
Shuu: ...More importantly, I’m exhausted. I’d like to go to my room now.
Azusa: ーー In that case...I’ll show you the way.
Laito: ...I guess we should follow along too.
Yui: Yeah.
( I guess Laito-kun is a little shaken up...It only makes sense. )
( Still, I guess this isn’t a problem which can be easily fixed... )
ー The scene shifts to the guest room
*Rustle*
Laito: Hahー ...Finally made it to a soft and fluffy bedー ...
Yui: You deserve a good rest...! Actually...It’s my fault you’re this tired, isn’t it? I’m sorry.
Laito: Nfu~ If that’s how you feel...You better join me right away.
*Rustle*
Yui: H...Hold up. Firstーー
*Rustle*
Laito: ーー I won’t wait.
ー Laito pulls her next to him
*Thud*
Yui: ...Kyah!!
*Creaaaak*
*Rustle rustle*
Laito: Do you have any idea for how long I endured this?
Yui: ...Ugh...O-One second!
Laito: Nu-uh~
Yui: ( I wish he’d at least let me freshen upーー )
C-Calm down...!
Laito: You really think I’ll calm down from saying that?
Yui: ーー But...
Laito: For now...I better get a thorough thank-you from you, Bitch-chanーー
*Rustle rustle*
Yui: Kyah...!
Laito: Nfu~ Haah...I can’t get enough...of the scent of your sweatーー Haah...
Yui: T-That tickles! Stop!!
Laito: ...? Nn!?
Yui: ...Laito-kun...?
( I wonder what’s wrong? He suddenly froze... I was convinced he’d suck my blood. )
Laito: ...?
Yui: Eh...?
Laito: ...
ー Laito moves off the bed
Laito: ...Whoops, my bad. I just remembered some business I need to take care of.
*Rustle*
Laito: Another time, okay?
Yui: ...?
ー Laito leaves the room
Yui: ...
( ...Laito-kun...I wonder why he left all of a sudden? )
( Don’t tell me, did he see Kino-kun’s...? )
( In which case, I have to lift the misunderstanding and explain to him that he forced himself upon me... )
Laito-kunーー Wait!
ー Yui chases after him as the scene shifts to the night sky
Laito: ( I could detect Kino’s scent from Bitch-chan’s body...At first I thought I was just imagining things butーー )
( Seems like I wasn’t wrong after all. )
Monologue
My imagination began to run wild.
I know her.
I could easily guess,
that Kino most likely forced himself on her.
However, what went down at Rotigenberg,
flashes through the back of my mind,
for a split second.
Those words that small Ghoul girl spoke,
as she begged her not to leave...
As well as the fact,
that she hasn’t been quite acting like herself this whole time,
connected inside my head,
as the pieces of the puzzle suddenly fell together.
Laito: ( ...This basically means that...Bitch-chan has had a changed her mind, right? )
( ...No, there’s just no way. It can’t be...She isn’t that kind of girlーー But... )
...
( ー Ah-ah...I remembered something I rather wouldn’t have. )
Monologue
It happened in a long, distant past.
Back when I was still a child.
Immediately after that woman who I called my Mother,
was done flirting with her lover, Richter,
it just so happened that her husband, Karlheinz,
dropped by to visit.
She could effortlessly keep a straight face in front of her husband,
wrapping her arms around him and forcing herself upon him.
Laito: ( Bitch-chan isn’t a shameless woman like my Mother was. )
( Is that why she denied me earlier...? )
( It can’t be, rightーー? )
( ーー But now that I think about it, that woman would often say the following. )
‘There isn’t a single creature on this Earth who is more skilled at lying than a woman is’...
( ...I mean, even if she were to turn her back on me, it would honestly make perfect sense. )
( I was so preoccupied with my own struggles and as a result, she had to suffer a lot as well... )
( Besides, back thenーー I even failed to rescue her... )
( Even if Bitch-chan has felt sympathy for the Ghouls and decides to side with Kino insteadーー )
Laito: ...
( I realize it’s my own damn fault but...I wonder why...My heart feels like it’s being ripped apartーー )
This isーー
I don’t like it? No, that’s wrongーー To me...
This should be all I could ever wish for, right?
Exactlyー Kuh...Fufufu...Hahaha...
( That’s right. This isn’t...painful. )
ー The scene shifts to the hallway at Eden
Yui: ( He’s not here either... )
ーー Haah, I wonder where he could have gone...?
( I mean, knowing Laito-kun, I doubt he’s taking it to heart but... )
( Still, I can’t believe he’d suddenly leave...I didn’t expect that. )
( ...I’m a little worried... )
*ROAAAAAAR*
Yui: ーー !!
( Eh!? What are these roars...!? )
*ROAAAAAAR*
Yui: ( Where are they coming from!? )
ー Somebody approaches her
Yui: !!
Kou: Hm? Oh? M-neko-chan? What brings you here?
Yui: ーー Oh, it’s you, Kou-kun. ...Aah, you gave me a scare.
Kou: Are you perhaps spooked by those strange sounds?
Yui: Yeah...What are those?
Kou: We’ve been hearing them every now and then as of late. It kind of sounds like something crying out the moment before their death, don’t you think?
Yui: It’s creepy...
Kou: Hmー ...But you probably shouldn’t worry about it too much. I’ve already gotten used to it.
Yui: I see...
( It’s not like I can do anything about it, so I’ll try not to pay mind to it... )
Anyway, have you seen Laito-kun around perhaps?
Kou: Eh? I haven’t? Anyway, Reiji-kun is calling for you guys. Dinner’s ready.
Yui: Aah, okay...Gotcha.
( Honestly, where has he gone? )
Kou: Anyway, I heard you went to the land where the Ghouls live? Subaru-kun told me about it earlier.
Yui: Ah...Yeah, that’s true. I was only there for a short while thoughーー
Kou: What is it like? I’m a former human, remember? So I haven’t really gotten many chances to interact with Ghouls.
So I’m a little curious!
Yui: What’s it like...? Wellーー
( I wonder how much I should tell him? )
*TIMESKIP*
Yui: ーー That pretty much...sums it up.
Kou: ...
Yui: I’m sorry. I guess you would have rather not found out, huh...?
Kou: No. That’s not it...
I was just thinking that the human world and the Demon World are no different...
Yui: Kou-kun...
Kou: As a human, I used to face discrimination as well...So I can relate to their struggles very well.
You just feel so powerless. Still, those who discriminate against you seem to be completely ignorant to this.
Yui: Right...
Kou: After finding out about this...I kind of feel bad for turning a blind eye to them.
Yui: You feel so too, right...?
Kou: I mean, I doubt it’d be easy to completely get rid of the discrimination...
If only I had the power toーー I might be able to do something for them...
Yui: ...
*Rustle rustle*
Kou: Ah, you were looking for Laito-kun, weren’t you? I’m sorry for keeping you occupied.
Yui: Oh no...!
Kou: All of us will be waiting at the dinner table, so hurry up and join us, okay?
Yui: Gotcha! I’ll make haste.
ー Kou walks away
Yui: It might be a lost cause, but I’ll try bringing it up to Laito-kun.
( Despite what Kino-kun said, if I talk to him, then maybe... )
( It probably won’t be easy, but if there is anything I could do for them, it would be this. )
( To accomplish that, I must first get rid of this potential misunderstandingーー )
*TIMESKIP*
ー The scene shifts to the big hall at Eden
*Cling*
Reiji: Good grief, where on earth has Laito disappeared to?
Yui: I’m sorry...
Ayato: Why are you sayin’ sorry?
Yui: It just felt like the right thing to do...I guess.
Shuu: ...Acting like the wife apologizing on behalf of her husband, huh?
Yui: Eh!? That’s not it...!
( I just think that it’s my fault he left, that’s all... )
Yuma: ーー When you speak of the Devil. The husband has made his return.
Yui: Laito-kun!
Laito: Nfu~? Husband? What are you talking about?
Yui: N-No, it’s nothing! It doesn’t matter!
Laito: Hmー? I’m not sure what’s going on but sorry for the wait!
Reiji: Haah, good grief...Please start eating at once.
*Cling*
Yui: ...Laito-kun, about earlier...
Laito: Eh? What are you talking about?
Yui: You knowーー
Laito: Hm~? What do you mean? I’m not sure?
Yui: Ugh...
( Is he purposely talking his way out? I can’t imagine he has already forgotten about earlierーー )
Laito: Hm?
Yui: No, it’s...nothing.
( ...Seems like he dodged the question, huh...? )
( ...Is it my fault? I’m sure it is...It has to be about Kino-kun. )
( But the Laito-kun I know would...No, but he’s been changing little by little. )
( For one, up until very recently, he would have never even considered coming here and doing all of this. )
( In which case it wouldn’t be all that unthinkable for him to get upset like a normal person would. )
( But ーー With him acting like this...I doubt he’ll listen to what I want to ask... )
Kou: ーー Anyway, M-neko-chan.
Yui: Eh? Y-Yes?
Kou: Regarding what we talked about earlier...Can I tell the others as well?
Yui: Eh? ...About the Ghouls?
Kou: Yeah, exactly.
Yui: In that case, I’ll tell themーー
*TIMESKIP*
Laito: ...
Kanato: I’d rather not hear about Ghouls while I’m enjoying a meal.
Yui: ...It won’t take long, and I’d really like you to listen.
Laito: ーー I’m kind of tired so I’ll head back to my room, okay?
Yui: Eh? ...Butーー
Laito: Thanks for the meal.
ー Laito gets up and leaves
Yui: ( Laito-kun... )
Shuu: ーー Is this something you can not talk about unless he’s here?
Yui: No, that’s not it. Let’s seeーー
( Laito-kun... )
Monologue
In the end, even with Laito-kun absent,
I ended up telling the others,
the exact same story I told Kou-kun earlier.
Their reaction was exactly as I expected.
Their final consensus,
was that nothing could be done about it.
Even while discussing this matter,
all I could worry about,
was Laito-kun who had left his seat,
with a strained expression on his face.
ー The scene shifts to the World Tree
Laito: ( The leaves of the World Tree...They’re falling...I can sense destruction aheadーー )
( However, I feel like...nothing still matters at this point. )
I mean, in the end, I’m all alone, aren’t Iーー?
ーー TO BE CONTINUED ーー
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It was about a week of reports on the capacity of jail cells around the states as many of the facilities started to pile up on top of each others. Filling towards its breaking point while ensuring each prisoner in their custody was secured in their own cells. But with increase in prisoners booked in each cell, it started to become tedious to keep them all under control. So the government decided to try out a new method of reducing the capacity. Previously, scientists designed a machine that can shrink anything that it zaps. Reducing its size to just about anything as it provided them with an opportunity for reduction.
But that would lead to the next issue, how would they ensure that the containers would sustain the prisoners? And not allow them to escape? Well, that question was quickly answered on the day of thursday. When very a large but quite slim man strolled into the prison to do some time. Passing through the check in section as he was scanned for anything he snuck in. He was clear of any metal material that he could potentially sneak in, but there was something else that made the officer's heads turn. Looking at the x-ray, there was an additional skeleton appearing on the screen as it twisted and turned along his crotch area. Its form kicking against the round layer of the sac's walls as it pushed one of the orbs forward.
They were astonished at what they were seeing, double taking a look at the slender prisoner as it almost looked nothing was happening on the outside. They were about to proceed with extracting the said form from the prisoner's balls, but was stopped as a hand hovered over the screen by the chief. His head puzzling for a second before an idea popped into his head. Why use containers to keep the little ones, when we can use the bigger ones in public to reduce the capacity. It was peculiar idea at the time as it was first brought up to the facility. But it seemed to gain a lot of traction from the government officials as a new method was adopted for each prison. But how will those selected comply with it? Well, for that they'll be reviewing the summarization of data collected from 3 participants who volunteered.
Prisoner 108 and 109:
Within the deeper parts of the gym, Terrance would be at the lockers as he tended to his dirty clothes after the workout. Tossing his tainted shorts and tank top over his should while he moved around in his boxers. Giving his bulge a little scratch while it swayed between his thighs. But retracted back as a force underneath kicked back. The tight fabric along it morphing into small lumps as its form shifted sporadically.
"Finally up ay boys? Remember what I said about getting me riled up.." He soothed through his voice, gripping his bulge with firm force as he caressed over the orbs. "No matter how much cum starts to build in there, its not coming out until you have your break time back home" He responded, Jostling his bulge's plump form between the digits of his fingers before grabbing onto the waistband. "although, all this action is really making them feel hot. I suppose it couldn't hurt to air them out."
Looking around to see if was clear, he hoisted them slowly downward as he slinked the leg holes off his thighs. His low hangers soon flopping out in between their gap as the two orbs swung in place. Each appearing almost swol and balloon like, as the little lumps from the two inside trailed around its clammy surface. "Aah that's much better" Terrance roared, basking in the humid scent that trailed from his balls before kicking his briefs off of his foot. Picking them up as well as he tossed them along his shoulders to join the rest. "Let's say we hit the showers shall we? You already got me in the mood" He claimed towards his sac, cupping a hand around the two orbs as he fumbled them around like dice. Kicking open the door with his foot as he let it close behind.
Prisoners 123 and 168:
The night would be cool in the Richard's house as the lights in the other room would be turned off for night. His bedroom's now being the only light source within the hall while it shined through into the hallway. Inside, the sound of running water would echo behind a closed door as Richard's grunts followed it. Sitting along the stool of the toilets as he would be in deep concetration. A hand wrapped along his shaft as its grip clenched along its flaccid form.
"Nah...nah..hah" Richard muttered undeneath his breath, closing his eyes as he fell into a blissful trance. His body becoming more hot from the action all the while steam from the running water made the strokes more easier. Heating up the skin along his cock as its firm strokes grew more faster. Pumping itself like a machine as he could feel the blood inside pulse through the length. Straightening his back, he pointed his hips forward as his rear scooted itself halfway off the stool. Pointing his cock high into the air, as his slit slowly started to drip pre between its lips.
Focusing on its liquid state inside his shaft, it guided him towards his balls as he concentrated on the inmates tucked inside. Knocking along the tender walls while the chamber swirled with his seed. With stroke he made on his shaft, the feeling grew stronger as more pre leaked out. A drizzle of it now spilling out onto his bare lap as he wiped it off with one of the tissues. An easy mess to pick up, but it was only a portion of what came next as his body locked in place.
"Aah!" Richard roared out, his seed exponging out from his shaft like a fountain as he felt it rush through his body. His balls emptying themselves as their swollen form pulled upward from the skin. Two lumps soon trailed out of them as they pushed themselves through the loose skin of the sac. Entering into the base as Richard's seed began to jitter. Clogging its flow as the flowing fountain came to an abrupt stop.
Looking down, Richard rolled his eyes as he knew exactly what the issue was that caused it. Two pairs of arms sticking out from his cum-filled slit as one of them reached out to grab something. The other prying at the lips surrounding them while the head pulsed from the additional excitement. "You were close boys, but the ride's already left the station" Richard taunted nonchalantly, letting go of his shaft as he used its muscle to hold it up. Wrapping a condom around the top of it as he gave his body a firm squeeze.
Catapulting the two prisoners into the elastic chamber as wads that were caught in between carried them down. Collecting themselves towards the bottom as its ballooned tip stuck out. Shaking his shaft to make sure it was empty, he them took off the condom and wrapped the opening together. Carrying it up towards his face as he gazed at the two inside. "This should suffice while your cells are ready for you again. For now, try not to fight for the space in there." He suggested to them, juggling the elastic fabric before hanging it by a clip along the wall.
Prisoner 195 and 197
The night would still be young as Michael and his wife Katey chilled in their hotel room. The lights dimmed down just enough to see through the surrounding area as she laid across the bed. Michael slowly approaching from the front while his eyes never left hers. "Get ready for a great night Baby!" He soothed intimately, unfastening his robe before he slowly sinked into the bed. Laying his body against hers as he tucked his head along her left shoulder. Giving a slight kiss along her neck as his breath washed into the pillow below.
"you always were the affecfionate type" she lightly laughed, hugging him in more close as she carressed his back. Unfastening the tie on the front side, she brushed her chest against his as he guided Michael's head towards hers. Embracing him with a soft kiss as the two rolled over one another. Michael colliding against the left side of the bed, While Katey collided along the other side. Continuing to kiss each other, their grinds started to become more firm as the legs started to dance over one another. Feeling the bare skin rub together as the two huffed into the air. But his wife halted for a split second when another feeling lingered below. Michael's hefty sac now rested between the gap of her crotch area as its loose skin spraweled over her pussy. Little lumps soon becoming more clear when she felt a slight knead collided with its tender lips. "Didn't know you were carrying luggage dear" She lightly taunted at him.
"Ah crap, I forgot to let them out. Meant to do it earlier but was in a rush to come to you."
"Aww, I appreciate that" she responded with a kiss, getting up to her knees as she lightly pushed at the left side of Michael's thigh. Ushering it over til his backside flattened against the surface of the bed. Exposing Michael's cock along his lap as it slowly pulsed in its stiff state. Cupping his balls over into her hand as she scooped it up to look at it.
"A-ah easy down there" Michael huffed.
"Hmm.." His wife puzzled as she monitored the lumps, bouncing the sac lightly in her palm as she felt its weight sink into her finger. "These boys certainly ran you through the works huh dear? Well, let's give you a chance to let some steam out. Starting with this.."
"With what?" Michael asks towards her, beginning to tilt his head upward to see but was forced back by a sudden suction below. One of his balls plunged into his wife's mouth as he felt her tongue lay across the skin. Lathering around it like a clam does its pearl as it caressed as its egg shaped form. "K-katey!" His voice heightened from the pleasure around the orb, his slit beginning to leak a bit of pre as it proceedes to drip down its length.
"Hmhm.." His wife lightly laughed. Grabbing around the shaft like a lever as she slowly moved it around with a firm twist. Continuing to caress her tongue against the orb inside as she could feel the lumps inside stir around her mouth. Feeling it at the top of the roof, before plastering itself back onto her tongue.
"Ooo hell yes" Michael huffed, arching his hips forward as more pre leaked out his cock. Its once slim stream now coming out in wads as the goo trickled onto his wife's nose. A relaxed expression spreading across her face as she slowly removed the large sac from her mouth. Letting it flop back into his lap while she moved her hands towards the base of his cock. Gliding it up its length as the wads dripping off its sides collected along her wrist. Then, as her head hovered over the flexing shaft, she gave the head a soft kiss as her lips massaged over its shroom-like form. Fondling at the balls as she carressed over its round corners.
"Katey..Im gonna..Aah!" Michael roared out in pleasure, his seed expunging out from his shaft like a fountain as the stream rocketed towards the bedframe. One of the prisoners carried along with it as their form splashed against the wooden wall. As the rest of the seed came out, the fountain ceased its force as the rest spilled onto his lap. His wife further below looking at him as she relaxed over his legs. Gazing at the shaft as it was now drenched in the thick white substance.
"Wow dear, think that one must have been a long one. telling by how far that little guy went, I can definitely see how tempting it'd be to volunteer" she said towards him, rocking the tip of his shaft with a finger as she admired it.
"Well..you got me there. They're tedious to keep a hold on them inside."
"I bet, and while that one over there's dripping along the wall, the other seems to still be here" she responded, cupping his sac once more as the little lumps now resided on the left side. "Just look at all those little lumps" she cooed, tapping at the bulky sac as it reacted with a flex.
"Ah. remember, easy."
"I know, I know" she playfully rolled her eyes. Shifting her body upward as she laid back along the front. Laying into Michael's side as she nuzzled into his neck. "We'll leave that one for later. What do you want tondo with that one up there?" she pointed at the little guy above. Still stuck against the goop as the rest trailed down.
"Hmm...we'll leave him there for now" he responded back, drawing out a yawn soon after "let him have his time outside a bit" bringing his wife closer, he gave a light kiss along her forehead as he laid onto his pillow. Katey soon joining him as she touched her nose with his. "Good night."
"Good Night Dear."
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the mysterious creature
Summary: Hagrid brings a new magical creature to his class and asks Harry to volunteer to show off his... curious ability.
A/N: Sorry if it's a bit short I wrote This at 2 a.m 💀
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They were going to start a new class with Hagrid, everyone was talking about what animal he could bring this time.
Instead, Harry despite the fact that he really likes Hagrid he was no un the mood to deal with dangerous creatures.
"mm I hope that is not like the last time..." Hermione said a bit nervous.
"heh yeah, I hope this time he shows us unicorns or something like that" ron said trying to stay positive.
"As long as it doesn't devour us that would be great..." Harry said in a bad mood.
At that moment Hagrid arrived with a box that clearly contained something inside.
"Well I think you're all here, So today I'm going to introduce an animal that I'm not supposed to show until sixth year but I wanted to make this class special, so I brought it for this class".
Hagrid said excited thinking that the others shared his emotion but the truth is that they looked more worried than excited.
"So... Are you going to show us now?" It wasn't Harry's intention to be rude but he clearly wanted the class end.
"Oh right... I present to you this magnificent creature!" Hagrid said taking the animal that was inside the box.
And it looked like a fox but smaller and more fluffy, also instead of having only one tail it had many.
"wooow!" "How cute!" "We can pet it" "is it dangerous?" the class said in delighted with the creature.
"oh nono he is not dangerous at all and about if you can pet him.. For that I need a volunteer" Hagrid said making an amused expression.
Sudently all the students backed off leaving Harry with his own thoughts in front of everyone, and when he realized it was already too late.
"Eh-? But I don't want to..." They didn't let him finish when Hagrid grabbed his arm to lead him to where the creature was.
"Very good Harry! Thanks for offering, now listen this may seem like a strange question to you but... Are you ticklish?" Hagrid asked quite normally.
"Eh?! Well I'm not sure..." Again Harry couldn't finish his sentence because Hagrid was already speaking to the class.
"Listen everyone, this creature is harmless but it has a particular characteristic, with his tails it tickles people when they gain their trust or in other cases when they feel threatened" Hagrid said placing the creature in Harry's arms.
"Wait! Hagrid don't-" Harry had to shut his mouth as the creature began to gently tickle his ear with its furry tail.
"AaH! Waihit- nohoho hagrid- take it away from me!" Harry squealed, trying to take it off himself but the creature was stubborn and clung to him more which tickled him more.
"ooh excellent Harry! You can tell that she already have confidence with you!" Hagrid said ignoring Harry's giggles.
"i dohohon't cahahare- just take it out!" Harry start to desperated when the creature began to tickle his armpits.
"hahaHAHA NOHOHO!" Harry could only say in response.
"aahh don't worry Harry this is normal though... Normally people don't laugh a lot, you must be very ticklish right?"
Hagrid asked innocently, not knowing that when he said that Harry's face heated up and he blushed more than he already was.
"DAMIHIHIT! HAHAHAHAHAHA NOHOHOHO!STOHOHOP IT PLEHEHEHEASE" Harry swear he felt more ticklish with this tickling creature.
To his bad luck, the creature also started tickling his neck and right there he broke completely.
"AHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHA NOHOHOHO!HAHAHAHAHAHAHA!" Harry laughed like a crazy, he wondered how long it had been since he'd laughed like that.
He tried to remove the creature again but it kept clinging tighter to him, he reached a point where he fell to the ground laughing with the creature on the top of him.
"oh! ok I guess that was a enough of demonstration" Hagrid said finally taking the creature from him.
"ahaha...ah." Harry didn't know what to say, now he had his classmates and his friends laughing quietly at him, though… he wasn't going to lie, it felt good to laugh after all this time.
#tickling#harry potter#hagrid#tickle fic#harry potter tickle#harry potter tickling#lee! harry#sfw tickling community
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Renge might have initially found it peculiar when she found a stray issue of one of her favorite manga series in the Music Room as she was leaving for the day, but she found it even more strange when the same thing happened the next day.
She turned the book over in her hands as she mulled over how this could have happened yet again. At first, she had figured that the initial issue had slipped out of someone’s bag or that they had been reading it here while the Host Club was in session. But to happen again the next day with a new issue- and in the very same spot? It hadn’t happened before.
Well, she figured, I’ll keep them both with me until whoever left them here asks for them back. For safekeeping, of course.
And as she put the issue down on her nightstand and huddled between her soft downy bedsheets she was still left with her earlier curiosity.
And then it happened again.
And again.
It almost seemed as if it was scaling with time. At first it had just been single issues. Now it was special edition versions, or multiple at a time, or even a hardcover copy. All in the genres and series that Renge happened to adore most. And of course she took them home, they needed safekeeping for when she found their owner. It was unrelated, the way that she eagerly read each and every one each night.
Now, she stared down at the box set in her hands, the first of such kind to be left in the club room.
Yeah, this was no one-time mistake anymore.
In her mind, there were a few possibilities.
One, someone was using this Music Room to store their manga.
Two, someone used this Music Room to read in when the Host Club wasn’t present.
Three, this was some sort of prank.
Four, someone IN the Host Club secretly read these series and would leave them behind in the Club Room?
Just as she was about to ruminate over who seemed the most likely of the Hosts to do this, odd prank or otherwise, she noticed something peculiar on the back side of the box set. She picked at it with her nails and lightly ground what had chipped off between her fingers.
Waxy. No- it was wax.
A drip of black wax, as if it had come from a candle.
Her eyes widened.
The Host Club did not keep black candles. Such a candle could have only come from one place in Ouran.
She knocked on the imposing doors to the Black Magic Club. When they didn’t open, she wasn’t too surprised, considering that many students had already gone home. But then, one of the doors creaked open at a snail’s pace, showing nothing but the darkness inside.
“Hello?” Renge stepped forward cautiously, peering into the dark. Silence.
She put a hand on the open door and prepared to take another step, when-
“Greetings.”
“AAH!”
When she got her bearings, she glowered at the smirking Nekozawa.
“What a surprise, seeing you at our door. To what dark spell do I owe the pleasure?” His smile was his own kind of cheerful. He seemed pleased with himself to have caught her so off guard.
She elected to ignore the dramatics for now. She just had to give him the box set and then she could go home and play Uki Doki Memorial.
“Do any of your club members read this series? I found it in Music Room 3 and I’m tracking down its owner.”
His eyes fixed onto the box set she was holding, and then he looked away. He bit his lip as if a nervous habit. He looked back.
She couldn’t read that look, but she narrowed her eyes. Weird.
“Ah, hm. I don’t think anyone here would read that. You should keep it for yourself for now.”
“Can you keep it here for-“
The Black Magic Club doors were closed.
“HEY! Nekozawa what was that?! You can’t just end the conversation there!!” She pounded her fist on the door. But it seemed he was not interested in talking further.
Well, it seemed she would have to track this down on her own.
Every day, Renge would go to her classes in the early morning, go to the dining hall, go to her next class, and then stay at the Host Club -which would be in session until a little before sunset each day. She would be with the club members as they closed up the room and gathered their things, and she would be one of the last to go around to collect her belongings- first some from outside the Music Room, and then some from within the Music Room.
Today, she stayed steadfast in the Music Room, all of her belongings tucked inside. She watched the table where the manga usually appeared with intensive focus. Nothing.
The Host Club packed up for the day. Nothing.
She waited, alone now, with bated breath. Would this really be the first day in weeks that no one left their manga here?
She stepped out into the hallway, looking around. Yes, no one was-
Rustle.
She whipped back around.
And there was the culprit.
Nekozawa-senpai. Stopped in his tracks, a box set of manga in his arms. His eyes were wide and his face was beet red, clearly aware he’d been caught.
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Let me know if you want me to continue this 💖🖤 i might anyway but this became so much longer than i thought it would be!!
#ohshc#ouran high school host club#nekorenge#umehito nekozawa#ouran#renge houshakuji#fanfiction#ohshc fanfic#ao3#rarepair#ohshc headcanons#ohshc imagines#nekozawa senpai#renge/nekozawa#nekozawa/renge#renge x nekozawa#nekozawa x renge
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Similarities between Elvis and Disney’s Hercules
So I watched Hercules last night, I love this movie so much, maybe I’ve seen it for 10 times since it came out in 1997. I remember I used to have its DVD when I was a kid and I watched it over and over and over again.
But last night I noticed something, and by the way, I’m a new Elvis fan. I know Elvis obviously, I’ve heard ‘Can’t Help Falling In Love’ of course - but not until I watched Baz Luhrmann’s Elvis, that I started to learn much more about him. So, this is what I think, I don’t know if this is a well known fact or not - I couldn’t find any article about it on the internet - but this is my hot take: Disney’s Hercules = Elvis.
Disney loves Elvis
We know how many Disney films have mentioned and referenced Elvis before. Elvis even has his own Disney web page profile - in which you can find how many times he’s been mentioned in Disney movies, for example Lilo and Stitch.
So, it’s not far stretch to think that Elvis’s story is inspiring Disney in one way or another to one of its films.
Hercules’ design
I found them have a same side profile kind of thing - especially the nose - and both of them have blue eyes. In fact, Hercules’ animators said they designed Hercules’ looks based on several actors, such as Elvis Presley and Tom Cruise. Which now makes me see their resemblance in Hercules’ face.
Beside, haven’t we all agreed that Elvis looked like a Greek God?
Zero to Hero
Now, let’s talk about the best movie soundtrack of all time - Zero to Hero (I’m maybe bias, but). I think, lyrics wise, it gives some nods to Elvis. Such as:
He was a no one
A zero, zero
Now he's a honcho
He's a hero
Here was a kid with his act down pat
From zero to hero
in no time flat
Zero to hero
just like that
When he smiled
The girls went wild
with oohs and aahs
Riding high
And the nicest guy
not conceited
And from the stills of this song, it shows that Hercules built his parents a mega mansion behind their old tiny house. It reminds me of how Elvis was raised in a small house in Tupelo and then brought his parents to Graceland.
And and... I think Hercules’ parents look like Vernon and Gladys. I might be very bias now...
Another thing is, how Disney chose to use southern gospel music in this movie. It still one of the best decision Disney ever took, even though the movie is about Greek mythology. We all know how southern gospel music has an impact in Elvis’ life.
A star is born
The last soundtrack from the movie is “A star is born”, which by its title already giving Elvis, I mean he literally is the embodiment of “a star is born”. Now, what makes me really convinced with Hercules is inspired by Elvis, is with this lyrics:
His rising sign is
Capricorn
Do you know what’s Elvis’ zodiac sign? You guessed it...
That’s it. Thanks for coming to my TED Talk. What do you guys think? I would love to hear some opinions about this in the comment, because maybe I’m too delusional :”) I need someone to pull me back to my senses.
By the way, why don’t we all watch A Star Is Born while we’re at it?
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Bloodline of the Sacred Dragons - Chapter 1-4 & 1-5
They only boarded a ship three days later.
It wasn't because Camallia took time to recover. Fortunately, it took her only a day to be able to walk on her own. Perhaps because she had undergone harsh training as a battle priest. Her gorgeous body had no flaw or weakness.
The issue was not the people, but the ships.
The monsters who apparently attacked Camallia's ship had stayed in the waters. Many small fishing boats were attacked and lost. The island country of Waral had sent an official warning to both Uranbatol and Rudo, urging them to be careful.
Because of that, no sailor was moving an inch away from the harbor. None of them could stand the thought of their precious ship getting destroyed, especially after seeing the last shipwreck. Of course they had lost their nerve at that sight.
However, Karin's father, the leader of Rudo Village, had given them a real lifeline. Levering his position, he got the captain of the ship that brought Krin back to action. What they agreed upon was to sail southwest through the bay, and then head to the town of Rindo. That way, they would circumvent the dangerous region.
Bleu, Camallia, Krin and Karin boarded the ship. Marron insisted to the very end that he would come along, but he couldn't find anyone he trusted to do his gatekeeping duties in his place. Until the day they departed, he kept telling Cerberus to protect her master well.
The ship set sail safely, and took the sea route to Rindo's harbor. Should everything go well, they would arrive in a few days.
There was a rowing boat up in the deck, covered with a grey cloth. Karin was sat on its edge, entertaining herself by kicking her feet in the air, swaying dangerously. Bleu warned her a billion times that if she fell and got knocked out, no one would find her there until they reached land. She replied that she wouldn't mess up like that.
"It's my first time going to West Rune. Could it be, that it's the same for you too?" She asked Bleu as she puffed her chest, taking in the breeze.
"Yeah, it's a first for me too. That's why I'm a little bit scared."
"Oh c'mon. With your wings, you could cross between the lands any time you wanted. Aah, I wish I had some of that."
She stared at his wings, a bit envious.
"Don't be silly. Not like I can lend them to you if you asked. Besides, it's very hard to keep flying for that long. I won't say it's impossible but it's so absurd I don't feel like trying."
"Oh, but birds seem to do it just fine," Karin narrowed her eyes at him, as if that meant dragons had to be capable as well.
"That's because they are lightweight. I'm bigger and heavier, so it's more trouble than you think."
"Hehe, how much are you stuffing in that belly, I wonder."
Karin said he should try it.
"Well, I guess today it will be a bunch of fish."
Bleu smiled a bit, and Karin joined him. They tried to understand each other's feelings through those smiles.
Bleu had some regrets. He needed Krin and Camallia to come along. But he did not plan for Karin to come as well.
Of course, he objected to it. However, taking her as a representative of Rudo was one of the conditions the village chief had agreed to when it came to getting the ship, so Bleu could do nothing about it. Of course, it was also clear that Karin had convinced her father to help behind the scenes. By persuading or intimidating him, Bleu wasn't sure which.
Bleu questioned himself on why didn't he object more to her coming along. Starting from the fact that demons were attacking the Sacred Dragons and Camallia, this journey wasn't going to be without danger.
He didn't want to involve her, who was not a Sacred Dragon, in the problems surrounding the Manual. He was plagued by self-reprimanding thoughts on getting her wrapped up in this. He was a Sacred Dragon. And protecting the Manual was a Sacred Dragon's one and only duty. It was not something they could burden anyone else with.
With that, Bleu began to get determined to cross the great ocean and save his fellow brethren. Whether bringing the Manual with him or not, he could not let them die without doing anything.
But, perhaps that was a form of escape for him. To run away to others of his race. And once he got to them, would he ever come back? From a land of Sacred Dragons, back to where humans like Karin were…
Karin would never forgive him for that. Maybe crossing the ocean would be their parting of ways. So, he wished she hadn't come along. He didn't want to hear her protests.
Bleu wanted to set out without saying anything. But Karin wouldn't take that quietly.
Looking at her, he saw both her current smiling face, and her angry face from back when they were kids. Her once soft and plump face changed to a slender adult one. What else had time changed, and what did it leave untouched…?
Once a child scared of everything, how much had he grown up as well?
"Why did you come along?" Bleu decided to ask her.
"Because I won't let go of you," Karin answered. "I've known you since I was a little girl. I can see through you, always. You're planning to leave me behind, and there's no way I'm accepting that. Things are different from ten years ago. I hate to stay behind waiting, that's why I became strong enough to follow you."
Bleu was at a loss on how to respond to that.
"It's not like I wanted to leave you behind."
Karin's face scrunched slightly, wondering how true that was.
"If I let you go like before, you don't know when you'll come back to Dragonia…"
"I'm no vagabond," that's all Bleu said.
"But do you know how long it took for you to come back when you went with the Shining Force? It was way more than it should have been to just cross back to the north. So don't tell me you never thought of leaving."
Bleu found the determination to join the Shining Force because he wanted to protect Karin, with all his heart. He thought he could bring peace to the world before the danger reached her.
At the time, he thought Karin had been happy to see him off. But maybe that was just what he wanted to think. He couldn't imagine how she had felt while waiting for him to return. This grown up Karin was not a girl contented with just waiting around. She had become stronger of her own volition.
Having said everything she wanted to, Karin became quiet.
"Sir Bleu."
Going around a pile of rope near the mast, Camallia approached the two. She still had her circlet with the red jewel and her long black hair, which seemed to be faintly tinged with blue, and wore a deep blue tunic, with a lustrous purple surcoat over it. The golden embroidery in it was likely Volcanon's insignia. She also wore long leather gloves and boots the color of cinnamon.
"Have I interrupted something?" She asked, looking at Karin. Karin smiled at her and said no.
"Seems you two have something to talk about, should I give you some space?"
As she said that, Karin hopped off the boat's edge. Her lace-up boots made a soft noise as she hit the deck. The unbound cloth covering it turned over with the wind, exposing the emptiness inside for a moment.
"Please do, if it's not a bother. I have something to discuss with the Sacred Dragon," she politely dismissed Karin.
Karin herself had offered to leave, so she had no excuse to refuse. Against her will, she left.
"What you're going to say is something Karin shouldn't hear, I guess?"
"No, it is nothing like that. I just wish to speak with you, Sacred Dragon."
Confirming with the corner of her eye that Karin was gone, Camallia began to speak.
"Just call me Bleu," he said, frowning at how formal she was.
"There is something I wish to verify… Sacred Dragon — that is, Sir Bleu, I hear you are the youngest Sacred Dragon, born not long ago to your parents. Is that true?"
"Of course," Bleu answered, and then asked back, "what's the problem with that?"
"It is not a problem, but it is the first time I see a descendant, a Sacred Dragon of a new generation. The Sacred Dragons of Parmecia are said to be immortals with no successors. I was, how should I say, very surprised at you being a special case."
"That sounds very different from us. Though it's true that I am a bit of a strange case."
Bleu laughed a bit at how she had struggled to say that. She added that she wouldn't word it like that.
"It took a long time until I was finally born. Maybe the Sacred Dragons of Parmecia just didn't have the same time yet."
"You needed time, to be born?" Camallia asked. The feeling that such a thing wasn't all it took lurked deep in Bleu's heart as well. Why had he been the only one to be born? What kind of creatures were the Sacred Dragons, what kind of creature was he?
"Once we meet the great Sacred Dragons of Parmecia, perhaps the mystery of your birth will be unraveled as well, sir. There might be answers within the Manual as well. As of now, we can do nothing but hope."
Having inquired what she wanted to, Camallia left.
She figured more time was needed until she could find the answer.
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The eastern wind continued to carry the ship with no issues through the night.
"Yes. I couldn't believe it, but he is truly a second generation Sacred Dragon," Camallia, alone in the deck, watched the reflection of the stars in the ocean, whispering low so that no one could hear.
"…Certainly, he might be able to fill the place of the lost warriors. That one is without a doubt, obsessing about number and power."
Within the reflection of the stars in the waves, there were two notable lights shining. They were like eyes, one silver and one crimson, blinking in the water's surface.
"However, I feel something about that Sacred Dragon that has gone beyond the gods' expectations. Perhaps that one also cannot conceive of someone like him. We should keep him under our control somewhat."
The stars blinked once more.
"…Understood. As you desire, our great leader. I will bring the Sacred Dragon to Parmecia, and to you, my lord…"
Camallia pressed hard on her head.
The lights of those stars in the ocean faded away and
disappeared, as if their face had moved away from the surface.
She let out a heavy sigh, brushing away her dark hair as if trying to cool off her flushed cheeks.
The wind blew, caressing her neck as her hair fluttered.
Camallia rested her back on the ship's edge, bending to gaze at the stars above.
The night had just begun. The journey had just begun. Yes, everything would begin from here onward. And who knows what the ending would be.
She grinned widely, excited for what she also couldn't predict.
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#shining series#shining force#shining force 2#shining force novel translation#bloodline of the sacred dragons#sf bleu#sf karin#sfbotsd camallia#i don't think i have translation notes for this one it flows very well#and most of my thoughts about it are spoilery as you can see it is hinting at a lot#i will say though. knowing that karin's father is around is so wild#did the parents just. come back. after leaving their children behind during a war#does marron look at his own parents everyday remembering how he once put a whole barricade up in town to not see them again#imagine the vibes#and yeah goodbye marron you weren't important enough to come along#and i can't say i'm sad to see one less bad romance on this thing#you were the worst of krin's two dogs
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Yanderes! Leona, Jack and Malleus in heat with their reader friend
HAHAHAHA EVIL LAUGHTER. Finally…. I’m getting around to this request….. i guess i might make this less “headcanon-y” and more ficlets? Scenarios? Idk? First time trying this out so here we go!
This piece of writing is purely for 18+ audiences only. Minors do NOT interact.
Pairings: Leona Kingscholar x Fem! Reader, Jack Howl x Fem! Reader, Malleus Draconia x Fem! Reader
Warnings: SMUT, yandere, dubcon/noncon elements, coercion, unhealthy relationships, breeding kink(?), talk of pregnancy, dark content
Leona Kingscholar
The botanical gardens was a usual hangout spot for you and your lazy friend Leona. However, when you arrived at his favorite napping spot under a specific tree, you felt something was off when he wasn’t there. You definitely knew he wouldn’t go to class unless there was some kind of exam. Was it something serious? ‘Where are you?’ You texted Leona and sent the message. After waiting a bit, your phone buzzed and Leona had replied. ‘Screw off. Leave me alone for a while.’ the text read on your screen had you feeling worried about the beastman. He was your friend - and you knew something had to be up.
The speed-walk from the gardens to Savanaclaw was a bit anxious, your body was starting to sweat as you worried about Leona. You didn’t even think to text his dorm mates like Ruggie or Jack to ask what was wrong. Once you finally made it through the mirror to his dorm, you rushed to eventually make it to Leona’s door and knocked. You were met with a loud snarl and a gruff voice. “Who the hell is it?! Go away.”
“Leona-san, I’m coming in!!” You quickly barged in, chest heaving up and down from the worry you felt. The door slammed behind you before you could even recognize what was going on in front of you.
“Leona-san! Are you okay?! I- Oh…!” Your field of vision was immediately met with Leona sprawled on his bed with his shirt off and his blanket covering up to his waist. His hand was lazily pumping up and down his length from underneath the blanket and it was so painfully obvious. Leona was panting heavily and eyes were half lidded.
“You… what the fuck are you doing here, herbivore? I told you not to come!” Leona spat from across the room, making you recoil in fear from your spot. You gulped and blushed, turning away.
“I- I’m sorry,” stammering, the words just really seemed to have a hard time finding a way out of your mouth. “I just, I thought it was something I could help you with, so I’m gonna go now!! Sorry for interrupting!!”
You quickly tried to turn around and walk back out, but didn’t realize Leona was coming closer to you only seconds prior. Your wrist was grabbed harshly and you were being yanked until your back thudded onto something hard - Leona’s chest. It was so toned and warm, you were almost tempted to lean back into it.
“Hn, I change my mind. Maybe this is something you could help me out with, herbivore...” His low and sultry voice almost purred the words into your ears sending heat to your clothed cunt. As if on cue, Leona’s calloused fingers made their way to rub at the crotch of your pants, making you squeak involuntarily.
“Leo-naa..!” you shrieked out his name, half of it turning into a moan. He growled at the noise of his name coming out of your mouth.
“Heh, it looks like you’re forcing me to do something a bit unforgivable.” The dark tone in his voice made you gulp hard. “Herbivore… I was really trying to hold back, find the perfect time to make you my mate, I even had preparations to take you away to stay with me. It was the perfect plan.” The weight of his words caused you to tense. Almost sensing your unease, Leona decided to dip his warm fingers into your pants and underwear to rub at your needy clit. You gasp and cover your mouth instantly, afraid of the noises Leona would pull out of you. Leona growled as his other hand slapped your arm away from your face.
“Don’t cover up your noises herbivore, if you know what’s good for you.” Leona angrily muttered against your ear, sending waves of panic through your system. The wet squelching sounds were only growing louder as well as your moans. “Leona-saahn~ haaah,” you threw your head back into him as he plunged two fingers into your pussy.
“Hm? Don’t tell me you love being talked to like that? Does it turn you on, slut?” Leona’s smooth voice invaded your senses and only spurred you on further. “Y-yes, Leona-san!!” you were now a moaning and squirming mess. Leona guided you to the foot of his bed and pulled his fingers out of you, pushing you onto the mattress.
“This is gonna be fun, herbivore. I really, really should have done this sooner...” Leona whispered, almost to himself. Your face was sweating and you stared up at Leona helplessly, feeling his large erection grazing your thighs as he caged your body with his own, like a predator rearing to devour his prey.
Jack Howl
Vargas’s outdoor gym sessions were always difficult - even more so since you couldn’t use magic. Wanting to utilize your skills to its capacity in his class, Vargas forced you to do more physical training than the other students. Those trainings always left you and your clothes hot and sticky with sweat. Being the only female student in the school, you were also the last person to use the locker rooms, with one of your first year friends near the door to protect you and your privacy. Today was Jack’s turn and everything was going smoothly, to your knowledge. As you were idly thinking about the ways you would prepare dinner tonight, you didn’t realize how much trouble you were really in.
The door to the locker room slowly creaked open as you peeled off the layers of your gym uniform. Heavy footsteps echoed and forced you to pause all of your activities. “J-Jack..?” you whimpered, worried about who was going to catch you half naked. As the steps came closer to your location you couldn’t help but start to shake in fear.
Jack’s white hair and ears peeked around the corner of the lockers making you jump and hide your body in your arms. “O-oh!! Thank goodness, it’s just you!” You sighed in relief. Jack could only grunt in a noise that sounded like approval. Jack didn’t look too good, his cheeks were red and he looked like he was panting - like he had just finished running a race.
“Uhm, Jack, are you okay?” you shuffled uncomfortably in your spot as Jack’s gaze was still fixated on your body, your arms still covering yourself.
“Listen, I uh, I have to change, Jack…” you trailed off and looked away, hoping he would get the idea. He didn’t.
Instead, Jack slowly sauntered towards your smaller form. You didn’t even realize you were walking backwards until your head and clothed backside touched the cool lockers behind you, the sound of locks and metal catching you off guard. Taking your moment of surprise as an opportunity, the beastman rutted his hips towards your sweaty body, the friction causing him to groan right in your ear. The noise sent heat down to your core, shame and fear filling your head as you gasped.
“You smell so good right now, Y/N…” Jack said lowly, his breath was so hot in your face it felt like a sauna. He dipped down to your neck and licked a long wet stripe up your skin.
“Aah! What are you doing, Jack?! Th- this isn’t like you!” You shrieked, hoping your voice would get to him somehow.
You yelped as Jack lifted you briefly, only to set you down on his lap to straddle him as he sat on the locker room bench. He grunted as your clothed cunt momentarily made direct contact with his erection that was still in the confines of his pants. You couldn’t help the moan that escaped your mouth, yet your beastman friend believed to sound like honey. Gold eyes bore into yours as he panted and lifted his hips back up to meet yours. “Nngh~!” You buried your face into his neck.
“I’m, haah, sorry, Y/N. I can’t, I can’t help it right now. I like you so much it hurts. I need to touch you, nnh- to make you feel good.” His confession was sudden as he guided your hips to grind on him, lewd moans and whines being forced out of your body with every movement. You couldn’t help but blush and grip onto him tighter, chasing your own inevitable release.
“Mmh- Jack, please.” You whined into Jack’s ear. Your panties were soaked and he could feel the juices soaking into his uniform. “I’m gonna fill you up with my pups.” Jack growled into your ear as he was losing sight of his own self control.
Malleus Draconia
It was odd to receive a text from Lilia to come to Diasomnia’s dorm. Once he said it was an issue involving Malleus, you told him you’d be on the way immediately. Curiously enough, Lilia never answered your text about what was wrong with Malleus, he only mentioned that he requested you specifically. Reaching the dorm, you noticed the skies were particularly cloudy and grey, and green lightning bolts were littering the skies. You ran inside quickly to be greeted by none other than Lilia himself.
“Ah, Y/N, finally you’re here!” The bicolor haired student welcomed you warmly. His tone was much different than his serious one he used over text.
“I’m here, where is Malleus? What’s wrong with him?” You asked, looking around the dorm. It was seemingly more empty than usual.
“Oh don’t worry! Come, I’ll lead you to his room…” Lilia walked with you to Malleus’s dorm room, when he stopped in front of the door. Suddenly, a darkness had taken over his facial expressions. “I’m... sorry for what I’m about to do, Y/N.”
“What do you mean, Lilia?” You stood as stiff as a board in your spot, dumbfounded.
“Be safe.” Lilia’s words went over your head. Suddenly, the door was opened as he shoved you into Malleus’s room, promptly locking it once you were inside. You banged on the door with both fists.
“Hey!! Lilia!? Let me out!!” Panicked, you felt the atmosphere in the room was… heavy. Looking behind you to Malleus’s bed, a large black mass had taken form on it.
“Child of man…” You could hear Malleus’s voice from every corner of the room, especially focused from the direction of that black mass. Suddenly, wings uncurled and revealed Malleus, or a creature that heavily resembled him. Along his face were black scales that focused on the edges of his face. A tail was swishing behind him aggressively. Malleus’s arms were now scaly and long nails replaced his short black polished ones. And with those black claws, he used an index finger to beckon you towards him. “Come closer.” He breathed.
You felt your body move on its own, as if you weren’t even controlling it. “Malleus, what’s wrong?” You whispered, not even sure if the words had come out of your mouth. Once in front of him, you stood awkwardly and fiddled with the sleeves of your uniform. “Is there something you need from me?” You breathlessly spoke, avoiding his piercing gaze.
“I requested you for a, specific, reason…” he cooed and pulled you into a tight and awkward hug you didn’t reciprocate. Then you felt it. Something hard and large was poking at your stomach, causing you to gasp suddenly in realization. “It seems like you’ve caught on. Well, my sweet Y/N, you don’t want to keep your prince waiting, do you?”
“Strip.”
“What..?” You asked dumbly.
“You heard me, I said strip. Now.”
“I, I heard you, I just-,” you stepped back, and began to take off your clothes slowly. You stopped at your simple bra and underwear, hoping that was enough to appease him. It didn’t - but it was something he could rip off later.
Grabbing your shoulders and bringing you in close, Malleus’s teeth latched onto your neck, biting hard enough to draw blood. You moaned unexpectedly and held onto his neck, unknowingly pulling him in closer. “Ah, M-Malleus, no..!” Your voice shook.
Instantly, Malleus threw you down onto the bed and straddled your lower half, pinning your wrists above your head. His wings extended above you as his green eyes pierced into yours. The fierceness alone took the words out of your mouth as you stared up in fear.
“Don’t even think about fighting me back. You will surely regret that choice and I don’t want to hurt you, unless you deserve it. So be a good girl for me, while I breed you over… and over… and over again.” You watched in horror as his tongue, now long and forked, laved over his bottom lip in hunger and excitement.
“Well now child of man, doesn’t that sound exciting? Let’s get started right away.”
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you are for me and me only - 박종성
- ,, pairing : yandere!jay x fem!reader
- ,, genre : yandere
- ,, tw : yandere themes, dead bodies, violence, kidnapping, rape mention. read at your own risk
- ,, word count : 973
- ,, yuri's note : AAH, this is my first post, enjoy!
I was coming home from work, it was about 11 pm i think...
i don't remember well, but I remember it was very dark.
I walked down an alley, the one I walked every day to get home, it was a quiet place since only my stepsister and I lived there, so I was usually not afraid to walk through it even though it was always dark and full of scary noises.
but that day I felt a strange gut feeling, I felt that someone was following me, so I turned around, but I didn't see anyone so I continued walking, I was only about fifteen meters away before entering the house, but suddenly I felt something hitting my head .
that's all I remember from that day ...
I woke up on a cold and humid surface, I couldn't understand where I was, i didn't want to open my eyes, so I tried to move my arm a little on the floor to understand where I was lying, but nothing but smooth cold humid floor.
I also felt a strong stench, like a carcass one.
at that point I opened my eyes, I was in a gray room lit by a light bulb hanging from the center of the ceiling; that place was not at all familiar, I turned my head and saw another girl lying with her back to me, she was dressed in a light pink lingerie and had big bruises on her ankles.
"hey" I said hoping that she would know where we were
she didn't answer
so I tried to get closer but when I tried to move my legs I felt an intense pain, I looked at my legs, apparently mine were also full of bruises especially the ankles.
at that moment I didn't ask myself how and why they were like this,
at that moment I was just thinking about finding out where I was.
I reached out my arm to the girl, and touched her, her body was cold, I crawled towards her using my hands, the stench of carcass came from her.
"it can't be"
only one thing was on my mind
I was in a room with a corpse
how? why? why was she here?
I tried to turn the body so that I could see it well
the girl had many scratches, especially on her face and waist, she had bruises all over, and also many hickeys on her neck.
I had read of such cases, girls kidnapped, then raped and finally killed.
And this girl was one of them, was I next?
that idea terrified me to the point that when I finally looked at the room in all its grandeur and saw a ladder right behind me I started crawling using my hands to move my body.
I had to get out of there right away
it was difficult, very difficult, but I managed to crawl the steps.
above the stairs there was a door, luckily for me, a sliding door
I opened it, and strangely it wasn't locked,
and there was nobody outside the door so I decided to take the chance despite how suspicious it was
i wasn't thinking about the the trap i could've get in, i only thought about my survival
I crawled, crawled and crawled until I saw a door, a wave of relief flooded me, so I crawled even more
they were only about twenty centimeters and I would have gotten out of here!
but then
I felt someone stand on my legs,
"AAAAH!"
i screamed in pain
then I felt a foot on my head pressing my face to the ground.
"you fell into my trap, how pathetic, do you really thought I would let you escape? you were wrong doll"
the foot pressed my face even harder
"you.don't.have.to.behave.like that.understand?"
with each word he first let go of my head and then pressed it on the ground aggressively.
then he took his foot off my head and rolled me onto my back.
i saw a guy, in his early 20's probably, elegantly dressed, he had glasses, he was also very attractive to be honest.
he looked at me, from head to toe, as if he was evaluating me
I started shaking and felt the cold sweat roll down my back
what will he do to me?
"what do you want from me?" I asked cautiously hoping to sound fearless but ending up sounding pathetically frightened as my voice trembled
the guy laughed and ducked down, took my chin hard and came close to my face so close I could feel his warm breath in my face
"honey, I want nothing but you, if I hadn't wanted you I wouldn't have brought you to my house, hm?" he said it as if it were obvious, and smiled
I didn't answer and looked at him in disbelief
he stroked my cheek gently and then slapped me so hard it made me turn my face away
then he took my chin back and stroked the cheek he had previously slapped, then he kissed it
"doll, when I ask you something you always have to answer, unless I expressly ask you, understand?"
I nodded yes
"Let me hear," he said smugly
"yes, i got it" I muttered
"good girl, if you keep it up we'll get along," he said kindly
then he became serious
"now, you really need new clothes and a nice shower"
he got up and took me in his arms, making me rest my head on his shoulder.
for the time being, the only thing I had understood was that I had to play along, behave as he wants, be his obedient doll, earn his trust and then run away.
I looked at the door, one day I would walk through it, that's for sure
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virgin killer satan virgin killer satan VIRGIN KILLER SATAN AAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAA
i hear you loud and clear my love 😏
warnings: smut, virgin!reader, daddy kink, the pet names 'kitten' and 'kitty' used constantly, female!reader
"You're a virgin?"
The question is inevitable and it has been asked on more than one occasion, but you suppress a cringe and nod, looking away with flushed cheeks.
"I... I hope you're okay with that."
"It's not a problem at all kitten." He assured you, wrapping an arm around your waist and pulling you on top of him so he was sandwiched between you and the sofa, "My only question is whether or not you'd like to lose it to me."
You bit your lip, hiding your rosy cheeks in his shoulder.
"No need to be shy kitty. Take all the time you need to decide."
You sit up, making sure your clothed heat was pressed snugly against the slight bulge in his slacks and grind down, meeting his emerald gaze as confidently as you could.
His hands snapped to your hips, controlling your pace against his hips, lashes fluttering as he stared up at you hungrily.
Before you could register what was going on, the Avatar of Wrath had flipped you so you were caged beneath him on the sofa, but the steady grind of your hips against his own continued.
Satan leaned down to kiss you like he had so many times before, but these kisses were more desperate, more famished, and so full of need he could see it nearly overflowing out of your sensitive little frame.
"Someone's rather needy, wouldn't you say?" He laughed softly, pulling away from you so he could grind against your ever-dampening cunt with a bit more precision, "So sensitive too... You're such a cute, innocent little kitty. I can't wait to ruin you."
You whimper as the blonde helps you out of your uniform, tossing the blazer, shirt, and pleated skirt to the side so he could visually devour your sweet curves and edges before they were defiled forever by him and him only.
"You're so pretty," He murmured between kisses, hands beginning to explore your body, squeezing and caressing you until one hand gripped your throat; angling your face up to meet his own and the other holding one of your wrists down and away from his clothed cock, now painfully hard and throbbing, impatiently straining against its confines and hoping to be freed.
"Yeah," You huffed, free hand tugging at his clothes, "You're pretty too so take your fucking clothes off to, ya prick."
Satan pressed his bulge harshly against the bit of fabric concealing your drenched slit and you whined, bucking your hips against him; clit aching with need.
"Don't speak to be like that kitty, or I promise you'll regret it." He warned, squeezing your throat a bit.
You giggled, sighing contentedly as Satan began to undress until he was nude except for the gray boxers concealing his length from your hungry gaze.
"Gotta prep you first," he smirked, tugging off the lacy panties you and Asmo had purchased a few weeks ago, "I want you to be as comfortable as possible, okay kitty?"
You nod, suddenly a bit shy as his nimble fingers traced down your heaving chest and tummy before sneaking between your thighs and rubbing at your sopping folds.
"So wet kitty, I wonder how this happened? Are... Are you excited? Aww, is my precious girl ready to be stuffed with her daddy's cock? Be honest, kitty."
You blushed fiercely as Satan leaned down, still smirking, but softer this time.
Two of his fingers slowly entered you and you had to suppress a gasp.
No doubt you had tried to finger yourself before, but your tiny hands were no match for the sheer depth and width of the ones gently pumping inside your cunt.
You gripped his arm, aroused whimpers pushing past your lips as he began to increase the pace; eyes concentrated on your face, gauging your reactions and doing his best to draw moans from your throat.
"Tell me sweet girl, have you even cum before? Can your little human hands make you feel good like mine do?"
You were panting now, eyebrows knit together as you felt something inside you, something you had never been able to do by yourself, and it was approaching rapidly.
"N-No! No no... Oh, d-daddy, f-feels good!"
You arch your back and try to buck your hips away from the hands working your sloppy cunt, but Satan's strength keeps you from wriggling away.
You stutter over your moans, gripping his arms and twitching as a wonderful feeling, like fireworks, came over you, so euphoric and warm, you began to cry.
Not a lot, but just enough of a sob and a sniffle for Satan to worry.
"Too much? Oh kitty, don't cry... Tell me what's wrong." He hummed, thumbing away the tears from your leaking eyes.
"That... That's felt really nice!" You giggle through your tears, "I d-don't know why I'm crying Satan, but I liked that."
Your pretty smile was contagious...
"I'm glad it felt good," He nuzzled his nose against your own, carding his hand through your hair, "Do you want me to do that again, or do you want to keep going? It's up to you."
You adjusted your trembling legs beneath him and pulled him down for a kiss, before saying, "I'd like to continue and I think you'd like to as well."
Satan smiled, "If you aren't 100% sure about this, we won't go any further. I don't care how hard I am kitty, I don't want to if you're not ready."
"I am ready. I trust you Satan and nothing would make me happier than being able to do this with you."
You pushed some of the straw-colored locks back from where they hung in his eyes and pulled him down for another kiss while Satan tugged his boxers off.
Something prodded your silky folds, causing a whimper to slip from your throat.
"This is okay? You're sure?"
You take a deep breath and consent with a "yes."
Satan intertwines his fingers with your own, simultaneously lining himself up with your entrance. He spat on the widest part of his cock, using a mixture of that and your slick to lubricate his length before pressing his hips forward as slowly and gently as possible.
You squeeze his hand and he pauses, eyes flitting to yours for a moment to check for any signs of regret or fear; he found fear, but no regret.
Satan wasn't small so you had a reason to be nervous.
He pressed a bit more and his head was fully enveloped in your tight hole. Exhaling, he continued to push; rolling your clit around with his thumb to take your mind off the intrusion and kissing you deeply to comfort you and swallow your whines.
As the widest part of his cock began to slip into your pussy, the pain you were already feeling worsened and you gripped his hand tightly, squeezing your eyes shut.
"You're such a good girl for me," Satan comforted, pulling out a bit to relieve you before pushing his hips in more, "You're halfway there kitty, I'm so proud."
"Half... only half?" You huff, "Feels s-so full Daddy, I don't think my pussy's big enough..."
"Oh, it'll fit. You just have to learn how to take a cock like mine. I believe in my kitty, you're so close."
Satan allowed you a few minutes to adjust, speaking to you with soft, encouraging words, thumbing your engorged clit, and kissing you until you were relaxed and smiling.
"Ready to keep going?"
"Uh-huh."
The last bit was easier, except for the fact that it was a tight fit.
The head of Satan's cock reached deeper than anything had before.
He lifted your legs to cross over his back, allowing your cunt to grip the base of his shaft.
He gave you a few minutes to adjust to his thickness but Satan was growing a bit desperate himself. Your tight cunt would squeeze him so deliciously and you smelled so fucking good he could barely stand it.
When some time has passed, he starts carefully rocking his hips against your own, kissing you deftly and swallowing your moans.
"So big-" You manage to huff between kisses, a high-pitched whine leaving your lips as he pulls almost all the way out before stuffing his length back into your clenching hole, "Hngg- fuck..."
"Good girl, such a good girl," Satan whispered through a soft moan of his own, "You wanna go a little faster kitten? You want daddy to fuck you nice and hard on his fat cock?"
You nodded furiously, mouth falling open as he began to pick up the pace with his thrusts marveling at the way your pretty pussy would just swallow him every time he pressed his hips into your own. Your cunt was absolutely drenched felt so good. He could feel the way the sticky substance dampened his own hips and dripped onto the couch with how hard he was pounding you.
You looked so beautiful beneath him too, lips parted with small, quick breaths and choppy moans, hickeys blooming along your collarbones and an absolutely perfect heat wrapped around his cock?
He was so lucky.
"You're beautiful, kitty. I want to keep you all to myself without any of my rotten brothers bothering us. This pussy is mine, understand? You are mine." He hissed, drowning your high pitched whines with his lips.
He would give anything to be in a relationship with you, make a life together, and end each and every day with you bouncing on his length in whatever position suited your fancy.
You arched your back when his fingers teased your throbbing clit, forcing an orgasm out from between your legs.
The demon slowed, but never stopped, hips still rocking against yours, fingers still rubbing away at your sensitive heat.
You gave a shuddering sigh and gripped his back, whimpering as he started fucking you harder.
"Daddy's gonna cum, baby." He huffs in your ear, "I know you're tired, but hold on just for me, okay?"
"Oooh! D-Daddy, I'm so sensitive, ah- aah! Sh-Shit I think I'm gonna cum again-"
"You better not, you naughty kitty, or daddy will punish you. You've been such a good girl for me so far, are you really gonna ruin that because your greedy cunny has to cum?" He watches you shake with effort, grasping at the wrist teasing your abused clit as you try and wait for him to cum.
The air is filled with the steady slapping of hips and the squelch of your drippy heat around a fat dick, serenaded by his sexy grunts and an endless moan of ah! ah! ah!'s and Satan knew he couldn't last much longer this round.
You needed a break as well, judging by how much you were trembling beneath him and doing your best to be good and hold back an orgasm until he was ready.
"Awww, are you crying, kitty? Does it feel that good?" You nod, hiccupping softly, hips moving tiredly to meet his heavy thrusts. "It does, doesn't it. You love daddy's cock."
"'Wan hold your hand daddy," You cried, eyes rolling back as he seemed to swell inside you.
He gripped your hand, "Of course, kitty. Daddy's right here."
You huffed with effort, your pussy grew more and more sensitive as the seconds passed. Your nails dug into your palm as Satan started slapping your clit and you knew you were done for.
"Daddydaddydaddy pleeease oooh fuck! Daddy I hafta cum, ohh, ohh! I'm cumming!"
"Go ahead, kitty, cum for your daddy-"
You convulsed against the couch cushions, forcing Satan's cock from your heat, only for him to force it in again and clip your abused g-spot, causing fluid to force his cock out of your spasming hole once again.
Satan held you by the throat now, pushing his length in and pulling it all the way out until he finished all over your labia, sticky white seed spurting out of his still semi-hard cock and lathering your trembling lips.
You tugged on his arm, desiring closeness after such an intense orgasm. Satan grabbed an old t-shirt off the floor and gently wiped you down before pulling you into a warm hug.
"How are you still hard?" You sniffle, wiping away old tears on your bare wrists.
Satan blushed, "Don't worry about it, kitty. You need to calm down before we get to that. D-Did you enjoy yourself though? I wasn't too harsh on you, right?"
You giggle and realize, your sweet Satan is still here, wrapped in your arms and kissing your hickey-strewn collarbones and throat.
"No Satan, I loved it. You're such a good dom, I hardly recognized you."
He smiled, stroking your hair.
"Good to hear. If you're up to it, we can do round two in the shower~"
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July 5th
hello my lovelies! i believe this was my first full-length smut fic on this blog, so I hope it wasn't super terrible! :') leave a comment or something and tell me if it was okay! i am very open to constructive criticism.
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