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moonstruckme · 3 months

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PLEASE!!! im on my hands n knees begging. poly!mauraders with a hyper partner that give off golden retriever vibes I BEG

Happy to oblige my love!

poly!marauders x golden retriever!reader ♡ 1k words

Sirius is still in the process of waking up when you come inside, bags of groceries in your arms.

“Morning!” You lean over the top of the couch to kiss his cheek as you go by, all but skipping into the kitchen. “Have you been outside? It’s gorgeous.”

Sirius levels you with a deadpan look. “Do I look like I’ve been outside?”

“You should,” you say, undeterred by his attitude. “Spring is in the air! The sun is out, the trees are starting to get their little flowers—I even bought us some tulips to put on the table.”

“That’s nice,” he mumbles, sinking deeper into the cushions. He knows he really should help you unload the groceries, but it feels like his bones have been replaced by barbells. Luckily, he hears a set of footsteps coming down the hall.

“Hey, sunshine.” James comes in fully dressed, pecking you on the lips before starting the coffee machine. “What’d you get?”

“I got tulips,” you tell him excitedly. “Have you been outside? It’s a really lovely day.”

James smiles, sliding one of the bags away from you as you start snipping the stems of your tulips so they’ll fit in a vase. “Yeah, I poked my head out for a sec. It is nice.” His glance slides over to where Sirius languishes on the couch, grin going somewhat cocky. “Morning, Sirius. You could help with the groceries, you know.”

Sirius waves his hand. “Two of you are enough.”

The coffee machine starts to gurgle, summoning Remus like a siren’s call. He trudges out of the bedroom, sleep clinging to his frame. Sirius opens his arms commiseratingly.

“It’s hardly ten,” Remus grunts as he collapses into them. “How have they already been productive?”

“I know, they’re so perky.” Sirius pets down the cowlick at the back of his boyfriend’s head. “It’s freakish.”

“You’re freakish,” you say brightly, bringing them each a cup of coffee. Sirius has no clue how you’ve managed to unload the groceries so fast, or where you found the time to doctor his coffee the way he likes it. You’re like a machine. You laugh giddily when he nips at your fingers as you pull away. “Remus, wait until you see the weather outside, it’s so perfect. I think we should have a picnic. What do you say?”

“I say it’s too early for decisions,” he mumbles, sitting up off Sirius so he can drink his coffee. “But that sounds nice.”

You beam as if you’ve gotten a full-stop go-ahead, breezing back towards the kitchen. “We can make brownies,” you say, bringing your vase of tulips to the table, “and sandwiches, and lemonade. And we can go to that park with the stream—what’s the one?”

You look to James, who in turn looks to Remus.

“Mayfield,” Remus says.

“Right! We can go to Mayfield park, and hike over to that meadow-y area.” Sirius glances your way, and you’ve already started taking down the ingredients for brownies. “It’s so sunny and nice out, you guys won’t believe it. We can bring a frisbee or something.”

“Hiking and frisbee?” Sirius murmurs to Remus. “I don’t like the sound of all this activity.” Remus snorts.

“That sounds great, angel.” James apprehends you before you can start pouring things into the mixing bowl, putting a mug of decaf tea in your hand and steering you towards the living room. “I think these guys are going to take a bit to be ready for all that, but I’m sure it’ll be fun.”

“Right.” You look a bit abashed, sitting down criss-cross-applesauce in the big armchair. “Yeah, we don’t have to go, like, right now. You guys just woke up.”

“Thanks for noticing,” Sirius says wryly. But when you fidget in your seat and he can feel James’ glare boring into the side of his head, he throws in an eye roll of feigned reluctance. “Get over here.”

You happily transfer into his lap, letting him brush your hair aside and squealing when he plants a wet, squelching kiss on your neck. Remus, sensing that Sirius’ attention has a new captive, leans back into James, who winds his arms around Remus’ middle gamely.

“Now why would we go outside,” Sirius asks, nosing at the underside of your jaw as you giggle and squirm, “when we can just do this all day?”

“You could just as easily do it outside,” James points out. Sirius whines petulantly against your skin, setting you giggling again.

“He’s right,” you reason, transferring your tea to your other hand so you can wrestle Sirius away from your neck. “We could do this in the sun, with wildflowers and trees around.”

He pouts. “But you know I burn easily,” he says, “and poor Remus’ hip can’t take the hike.”

“You don’t know what I can take,” Remus huffs, and Sirius realizes he’s chosen the wrong avenue for his argument. “If my hip hurts, it’s only because your mum was so rough last night.”

“I don’t particularly enjoy being compared to Sirius’ mum,” says James. Remus’ ears go a bit pink as he mumbles an apology.

“I won’t let you burn,” you tell Sirius. “You can use sunblock, or we’ll find you a nice shady spot. And Remus, if your hip’s bothering you, we can always find another park. One without a hike.”

Any vexation that might usually be summoned in Remus by mention of his aches and pains melts away in the face of your earnestness. “Thanks, dove, but I’m alright,” he says. “It’s fine today.”

James rubs the skin just above Remus’ hip lovingly, and you send him a beaming smile. “It’s probably because it’s so nice out,” you say.

“Yeah, Sirius,” James turns on him. “It’s so nice out. Do you really want to miss out on what could be the single most beautiful day of the year?”

Sirius really could give a shit, but he sighs, rolling his eyes. “Fine, let’s picnic.”

“Yay!” You won’t be contained any longer, hopping up from his lap. “I’m going to go get the frisbee.”

“The frisbee’s in the attic,” Remus muses, then raises his voice so you can hear him. “Don’t go up in the attic by yourself.”

“I can get it,” you call back.

“Don’t,” he warns. “You need someone to hold the ladder, just—” The ladder groans as it comes down and Remus echoes it, starting to stand. But James pats him on the shoulder, encouraging Remus back down as he gets up.

“Slow your roll, angel,” he calls ahead. “I’m coming.”

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loganlermanstanaccount · 1 year

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PLEASE! I BEG THAT YOU WRITE AN MIGUEL O’HARA FICTION! IM BEGGING!! PLEASEE!!!! (Sorry if I come off harsh)

Ask and you shall receive!! A quick thing I wrote (not proofread), thanks for the ask <3

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Miguel O'Hara x reader

(AO3 Mirror), Part 2, Main Masterlist

summary: Miguel misbehaves. You teach him a lesson. part one maybe?? idk y'all let me know if u want a pt 2. (Part 2 is out!)

warnings: pwp!! light f-dom, angry (ish??) sex, grinding, slight m-sub, (m) begging. mostly just filth. I am soooo desperate for any character played by Oscar Isaac. 18+ Minors DNI

a/n: I apologise in advance, native Spanish speakers. Me and reverso tried our best.

wc: 1.4k

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A great crash from the workshop has you running from all the way in the kitchen, apron still on.

He looks tired, hunched over his desk. Great hulking shoulders hang, tense in the dim light of a single lamp.

"Miguel?" It's soft, in the metallic hum of lights. "Everything okay?"

He shifts, looking over his shoulder at you. "M'sorry for the noise mi sol, just tired."

"...maybe it's time to call it a night, baby."

He waves you off with a flick of the wrist. "Give me ten minutes, I'll come to bed."

"That's what you said half an hour ago, Miggy." It's under your breath but loud enough that his super senses pick it up.Your voice is fraught, frustrated - no doubt at the nights he'd spent away from you. Whether coming back late from tinkering in his workshop, or on the streets; he'd meet you fast asleep in bed, and wake up to an early morning rush. Either way, he seemed like a stranger in your own home; consumed with his work. It was taking its toll.

You pad back, returning to the kitchen in silence. You clean up the remnants of a dinner Miguel had picked at, sighing. You loved him, and you knew he loved you; but he lived in his own world sometimes. Sure, the world needed him; but what about you? After everything you had given each other, how could he discard you so easily?

It's only after a while Miguel realises the noises of you clearing up have long subsided, that he heads into the kitchen to investigate. It's meticulously clean, your apron hanging up on its peg by the door. On the counter, the remainder of his dinner boxed up in tupperware, with a post-it-note on the lid. 'For Miggy <;3' , it reads.

His heart aches as he walks towards your room. You're dressed in nothing but his t-shirt, knees drawn and curled up into yourself. He slides into bed, staring up at the ceiling.

"Mi vida?" He mumbles. "Mi vida, I know you're awake."

You respond with an unceremonious grunt, back still turned. You're mad at him, and he deserves it.

"I'm sorry." He says, listening to the rise and fall of your chest in the dark. He sits up. Sighing, he cradles your arm, tracing circles into the flesh. Gentle, and oh so soft. "I'm an idiot, you know that. I fucked up. Couldn't see how much you were hurting."

You stir, turning to face him. In the neon lights that stream into your room, his face falls. He brings a hesitant hand to cup at your cheek.

"Say something. Please." Imperciptably, he watches your eyes fall to his lips.

You kiss him, passionate and hot and angry. He can barely breathe when you envelope your plush lips around his, snaking your hand towards his back. You claw at his shirt, raking a hand into his hair. When you separate, it's obscene; a sliver of saliva still connecting his lips to yours. His scarlet eyes are low as he licks his lips; chasing your taste. You both sit up.

"You haven't touched me in weeks, Miguel." Your voice is dangerously low, hand wrapped around his neck.

He wraps strong hands around your waist, guiding you to straddle him. For once, he's grateful for the flimsy fabric of his t-shirt - thin around the apex of your pebbled nipples. He paws at your hips, hands trailing towards your bare thighs. Just as they come to rest towards their crook, you snatch his hands away.

"Let me make it up to you," He hisses at the contact, leaning into your touch. "Por favor, sólo una probadita, just a taste, my love."

"No touching." Dramatic, he protests, cursing in Spanish before you bring a thumb to his mouth to silence him.

"No. Touching."

Eyes lidded, looking up at you, it takes everything not to break; you fight the urge to kiss the tip of his nose and whisper praise into the crook of his neck. Instead, you coax your thumb into his mouth; as he swirls his tongue around it, like he would on your clit. Miguel savors it like the sweetest honey, grateful you'll even touch him considering how he's been acting.

He swells in his pants, hard as the crotch of his sweats graze your bare pussy. Beautiful tits pressed against his chest, you draw small circles with your waist against the seat of his crotch. Precum spills as his hips jump up to meet you, desperate for contact.

Immediately, you stop. With a pop, you pull your thumb from his mouth and Miguel moans at the loss.

"Mierda. Baby, please-"

"No. Here's what's going to happen. I'm going to use you to get off. You're gonna watch, if you're lucky. And then I'm…" You swirl your hips, causing him to groan. "... going to bed."

"¿Entiendes?" You croon, spiteful in the slow sway of your hips. "Do you understand, Miguel?"

"-f-fuck, ok, ok-" Desperately nodding, he grips the sheets by his side. Closing his eyes to steady himself, he slumps his head on your shoulder. God, he's trying so, so hard not to cum right there; turned on by the lull of your sweet voice. He likes it when you get angry and treat him like a toy - painfully hard at the way you light him on fire. Everything about you; your scent, the way you taste, the grip you have in his hair; turns his senses up to eleven.

You grind on his crotch, steadying yourself with your other hand on his shoulder. Plush lip tucked under your teeth, it takes all his willpower not to capture you in another kiss: hungry and consuming and overpowering. He can tell you're serious; everytime he grinds his crotch into yours, you will yourself to stop and tighten your grip.

"Miguel…" You warn, moaning softly into his ear. "I m-meant what I said…"

When his hips snap up the third time; you growl, frustrated. Both your hands move to his chest, pushing him down onto the mattress so he's on his back. He looks good like this; at your mercy and putty under your hands. You push up the lip of his shirt to expose his midsection and pull down his sweats. A happy trail snakes down to his neatly trimmed cock; its deliciously curved tip springing free. Precum covers his cock, so when you slide him between the lips of your pussy it glides like he was made for you. You bite down on your lip so hard, it almost bleeds.

With this new angle, you plant your hands by his head; grinding your clit onto his dick desperately. The slick sounds drive Miguel crazy, and when his hands fly to your waist to help you along, you don't move them.

"You're s-so pretty, mi vida… prettiest thing I've ever seen. Need it. Need you. Use me, please, hump my cock like I'm your toy, p-please, please…"

He knows your body better than you do. You're close, dangerously near the edge. With the way your thigh shakes and the spasms that slow your rhythm, he knows. You don't break eye contact with him under you, moaning as you slide on his cock. Desperate, you chase that sweet spot, electric when he angles your hips just so…

"M'gonna cum, fuck, Miggy-" You writhe desperately. He's close, too, shamelessly humping your pussy like a feral animal. He can taste it; white hot at the tip of his tongue. Finally, you cum: a leg shaking, biting orgasm that rips through you. You clench around nothing, but it's not enough for him. So, so close; and it's ripped away from him when you come down, in the aftermath.

Unceremoniously, you pant and roll off of him; spread-eagle atop the sheets. Miggy curses softly at his ruined orgasm - still rock hard. He's glad you feel good, but he knows he can make you feel better, broad hands pawing at your hips. You slap them off, and turn your back pointedly. The slope and curve of your ass taunts him.

"Fuck off, Miguel."

"Baby, I'm sor-"

"Fuck. Off."

Sighing, he takes the hint. Grabbing the pillow, he pads off to the sofa in your living room, adjusting his hard on. He'd give you your space, tonight, and begin to win you back tomorrow morning. He needs you, more than you'd ever know.

#across the spiderverse #miguel o'hara #spiderman 2099 #miguel o'hara x reader #miguel o'hara smut #smut #spiderman 2099 x reader #light angst #cuz i can't help myself #kat_writes😼#miguel o hara x reader

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t4rt4gl14 · 1 year

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Genshin men x reader drink among us potion at three am (not clickbait) (gone sexual)

AMONG US POTION. AT 3AM [ 100% REAL!!! ][ 18+ ]

★[ CHILDE. KAVEH. DILUC. THOMA AND ALHAITHAM !!! ]

★ [ fem!reader. dom!reader. handjob. blowjob. edging. overstimulation. praise. degradation. bondage. blindfolding. cockslapping. toys. nipple play. dacryphilia. aphrodisiac. ]

A/N: it been a month :( BUT IM BACKK >:) i got the juice and personally i LOVEEEE this one defo one of my favs <3

for god knows what reason, you had ordered an ‘among us potion’ which in reality was just a red drink laced with aphrodisiac labelled ‘IMPOSTER’. LETS TRY IT AT 3AM!!

CHILDE.

“alright 3AM among us potion challenge!! drink up childe!”, and with that he swallows the aphrodisiac in one go. unbeknownst to him the funny feeling in his pants begin to swell to the point where it’s just obvious he’s horny. cheeks red, breathe heavy whilst his hips are unable to remain still and to make matters worse your teasing doesn’t help either. sliding your palm under his shirt and down his toned body, rubbing the fabric over his hard cock; he whines out however he moans even louder when your hand dips into his sweatpants and slowly jerk his shaft, “mm a-ah hold on! m’sensitive, feels..o-ohhnn!~”, back slowly arching out as your pace increases.

he closes his eyes and basks in the pleasure, while you bend down to suck on his tip and stroke the rest of his thick length, “m’gonna cum! cumminggg! oohh nghhn c-cumming!~”, childe grabs onto your locks pushing your head down further- forcing the rest of his length down your throat as his cum paints the insides of your mouth a gooey white. poor childe he looks so debauched from a single blowjob </333.

KAVEH.

kaveh stayed up all night just so he could participate in this ‘3AM’ challenge with you! such a sweet s/o, even sweeter when the tears of pleasure stream down his pretty face, the tip of his cock a fuzzy red as the cockring continues to vibrate— i mean he has already orgasmed but the aphrodisiac makes him so sensitive!! why not play with him for a while??, “good boy! it’s okay you can cum for me again, shh shh it’s okayy”, your praise is the only thing keeping him sane; whilst he mewls and cries with his body shaking vigorously, “nonono! c-can’t cum again! mmnghh!~ oh my a-archons t-too sensitive p-please!~”

and so, his second orgasm causes him to scream, hips bucking as the cum shoots from his tip, splattering onto his stomach. chest heaving up and down as a means of catching his breathe; kavehs sure he’s just had the best orgasm he’s ever had in his life. he definitely won’t be opposed to this ‘among us potion’ again ;)

DILUC.

now i’m pretty sure dilucs just playing along for your sake of course but at 3AM he desperately wants to sleep however! it all changes when you pass him a mysterious glittery potion, “trust me, it tastes great!”, so he happily drinks until after a few minutes he starts to feel a familiar feeling his abdomen, burning and needy, cock hard and twitching, nipples yearning for touch. being the lovely s/o that you are you immediately begin unbuttoning his pyjamas and pulling down his trousers. pushing him onto the bed; biting hickeys into his skin whilst stroking his cock, soon snaking your tongue to his nipples, you never expected them to be that sensitive! one lick and diluc whines out, “aah!~ h-hey that’s..!~ mmngh! oohhnn.”

diluc cant help but near to the edge when as you continue lapping at nipples although just as he’s about to cum you stop all movement completely! “gonna c-cum..cummi- huh? hey! i-i was so close y/n…”, you simply told him if he wanted his release he would have to beg. this is embarrassing to diluc however he’s too horny to care. “p-please! let me cum! wanna cum so badly please please!!”, since he begged so nicely you stroked his cock till diluc finally spilt his cum all over your hand, whining and mewling all the while. what a sight to behold <333

THOMA.

oh poor thoma, so innocent :( there should be no reason as to why he’s getting punished right now! his cock an angry red as you continuously slap the tip, and with each slap his entire body twitches with a hoarse mewl, pre cum smearing your fingers and substituting as lube whilst stroking his cute dick. he can barely recall previous events all he remembers is a challenge to do with among us at late night?? his back pressed against your chest, you continuously kiss his forehead as he throws his head back onto your shoulder in ecstasy, hips unable to remain still as he spasms from each slap.

and it’s not long before thoma let’s out a guttural moan, eyes widening, back arching and the tight knot in his abdomen snapping loose; “gonna cum gonna cum! cummingcumming cu-MMING ANNGH AA!! ohmnghh!~”, he’s never ever felt so good, that sweet honey pleasure completely washing over him, who knew slapping his cock would deem such a reaction out of him?

ALHAITHAM.

alhaitham took your challenge lightly as he sat there with his book; casually reading about quantum physics whilst you explain the ‘spooky 3AM imposter challenge’, as you can see he is extremely interested in his book so you quickly gave him the potion and watched him read, observing how he slowly lost focus, how his breathing quickened, a tent forming in his pants; suddenly he shut the book and shyly asked for help whilst looking away and who were you to deny?~ alhaitham lies on his back as you gently tie the blindfold and rope around his wrists, slowly stroking his cock, “what a whore, could barely focus on that book of yours..tied up and toyed with like a slut”, a smile creeps onto your face as your degradation causes his cock to twitch. it’s arousing to see the stoic alhaitham moan and mewl out like a bitch in heat.

you decided to tease him with an onahole, lubing the toy up before plunging his cock inside, the squelches that resonate eggs you on to go faster whilst alhaithams lost in the moment, “feels so good! mngh oh please please please!! wa-nna cum!..g-gonna cum!”, and he finally felt bliss; ejaculating into the onahole as his hips buck up. “mmngh cumming! s-so tight..g-god~..”

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ruewrote · 8 months

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𝑢𝑛𝑒𝑥𝑝𝑒𝑐𝑡𝑒𝑑.

PAIRING: evan buckley x fem!reader WARNINGS: blood, reader getting injured GENRE: angst, fluff SONG INSPIRATION: departure by jaron WORD COUNT: 1.1k

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you had just finished shutting the doors of the ambulance, giving it two loud bangs for them to drive before re-joining the crew.

"another great save guys, good job!" bobby says as he pats eddie on the back, walking over to ready the engine.

"god im hungry!" he blurted out and you just laugh, "what?"

"i just seriously don't understand how you're hungry after all of that," if anything you felt incredibly nauseous.

that's when you felt the sharp hot pain in your side, suddenly finding it hard to stand, it had become apparent that your adrenaline had worn off.

falling to your knees as you cried out in agony. your hands pressed to the hurt area, pulling it back to find your hand soaked in your own blood.

buck worriedly rushed to your side, his hands gently pushed your shoulders back so you laid out flat on the ground. only to find the cause of your discomfort was a large piece of glass was sticking out of your stomach through your jacket.

his first thought was to curse you as you had recklessly climbed through the windshield when you helped the young woman out of the recent car wreck, only for her to be okay and for you to get injured yourself.

he rummaged through his medical bag for something to stop the bleeding, struggling but finally found the right supplies. using his teeth to rip open the packaging before putting pressure around the glass making you groan out in pain.

"i know, i know sweetheart. you're gonna be okay." no words left you just sharp little breaths as you lightly gripped onto bucks arm, trying to give him some sort of reassurance.

he screamed out for the rest of the team, voice breaking as tears streamed down his face. the glass was deep like really deep, all evan could think about was you and if anything had been nicked internally.

bobby and eddie ran over to the two of you, you could hear one of them call for another ambulance as soon as possible. something about a firefighter down, but all you could focus on was how cold you had gotten.

"buck i don't feel s-so goo-d..." for the first time in a long time you were afraid.

"they're on their way, you gotta hold on for me, please!" he begged as he smoothed the hair that had fallen across your face with his spare shaking hand, the other still tightly pressed against your wound.

shakily you lifted your hand to brush his tears, your thumb very slowly caressing his cheek. "you'll be oka.."

the pain was all too much, it was too difficult to keep your eyes open. evan shook your face, "no. no you've got to stay awake! i can't lose you." he shouted, as eddie pulled him away from you. the paramedics put you on the gurney rushing you into the back of the vehicle immediately hooking you up to multiple medications.

bobby and buck shared a look, the captain gave him a swift nod, that's all it took for him to jump into the seat next to you. grabbing a hold of your hand, squeezing it tightly in his own as you made your way to the hospital.

beep. beep. beep.

your vision was blurred as you opened your eyes, first seeing the heart monitor and the dark sky that peaked out from behind the wonky blinds. the hospital was quiet, a little too quiet for your liking.

you turned to your other side, finding a sleeping evan in what looked like the most uncomfortable chair with a blanket wrapped around his body.

a smile tugged at your lips, he stayed with you. your smile soon fell realising the last thing he saw of you conscious was you nearly bleeding out in his arms.

readjusting yourself was harder than you thought, grunting at the pain, holding your side.

buck woke up startled, jumping up to help you lay back down.

"that was one way to get your attention," you laugh before wincing.

"you've got to be careful, that glass got you good." he says as he straightened out your blanket.

he was trying to not show his worry, you had known him far too long to see through that. "buck, buckley!" you whisper yelled, grabbing his hand, pulling him close to you the best that you could.

everything fell still. his bigger hand intertwined with yours.

"i was so worried," his voice wobbled, it was only loud enough for you to hear.

"i should've stopped you, if i did you wouldn't be here right now."

you squeezed his hand, looking up at him. "you know you couldn't have stopped this, ev."

tugging on his hand to bring him closer to you, shuffling over in your bed, patting the small amount of space next to you. "hop in?" you questioned with a smile.

"there's no way there is enough room on that thing for the both of us!" he exclaimed

"well you better squeeze in then."

and so he did, your bodies pressed up against one another. only after buck extensively checked that he wasn't hurting you or laying on any tubes.

you were now both settled face-to-face, hearing nothing but each others breaths and the beating of your machine. your heart rate elevated when he leaned in closer to run his fingers through your hair.

feeling your face heat up, closing your eyes, embarrassed how a simple action could do that to you, let alone him being able to hear it. the sound of him chuckling worried you. but the feeling of him going back to gently brushing the stray hairs out of your face comforted you.

"i know we deal with close calls every single day, but i... god. all i could think about when they took you away was all the things i hadn't told you yet."

your eyebrows furrowed and eyes reopened, "what things?"

"uh, well things like 'i love you' and also to let you know that 'you stink'," he laughed as you playfully punched him in the arm.

"hey, ow!"

"took you long enough." you exaggeratedly sighed whilst trying to keep a straight face.

"you knew?!" he exclaimed as he sat up still looking for answers.

laughing at his reaction as you held your bandage, "no, you c'mere!"

he scooped you up in his arms, your arms wrapping around his shoulders, laughter now gone. he leaned in close, his lips brushed softly against yours. smiling into the kiss you pulled him closer to you.

you stayed like that for a while, cuddling, kissing and talking. that soon came to a stop when you fell asleep listening to evan's voice, he only realised this mid ramble. pulling the covers up over you, closing his eyes, slowly wrapping his arms around you. not before giving you a kiss on the forehead of course.

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mcyt-trios · 7 months

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PROPAGANDA:

Gaslight Gatekeep Girlboss:

Listen to me closely. There is no other alliance on the whole Traffic series as based as them. They did EXACTLY what they set out to do. Did they Gaslight? Oh fuck yeah. Did they Gatekeep? You better believe it. Did they Girlboss??? By the good grace of god they did!!!!!!! They are simultaneously the blueprint for every trio of mean girls in a 2000s high school movie and the most genuinely devoted alliance on the whole server. They trust and respect and love each other in ways beyond mortal comprehension. Vote them please I'm begging you.

They were an absolute powerhouse! Also also, Cleo finding herself a group of people who were properly loyal to her after being betrayed for the healing arc. Scott telling them he was the boogieman and refusing to kill even if it meant going red. They're just so hhhhhh

cleo is gaslight (setting things on fire), scott is gatekeep (protecting the base), and pearl is girlboss (girlbossing).

Quite possibly the most ride or die alliance of Last Life. Consistently sharing lives, helping each other get boogey kills, refusing to hurt each other… they were just such a feel good team up for the entire series :] and then they kicked Pearl out in double life :]

Listen they are the EPITOME of ride or die. They love each other so much during that time. Do you hear me. Dear God they are the most precious

Best faction on Last Life. Set the template for pretty much everything Scott and Cleo do together, and set us up for 5AM Pearl.

Boreal Trio:

look. look okay so youve got two battle hardened at least mildly immortal warrior brothers-in-arms slash best friends slash partners for life, and then youve got this anxious, queer wet cat of an enderman who lives in their shed. oooh my god this is gonna be so incoherent im so sorry. ranboo was doing soooo awful when doomsday happened and both techno and phil immediately went him. that one. he needs to be safe and supported and away from all of this he should come with us. only if he wants to. and he did want to!! he was soo anxious but he got more confident!! none of them are great at expressing their feelings verbally (techno is but he also does other things) so they do it in other ways! phil rushing over as soon as he hears ranboo CLOSE to water because he knows it hurts him! techno moving the prison break up from 'some time soon i guess' to 'now now we are leaving now we are doing this RIGHT NOW' as SOON as ranboo gets detained!! avenging his ghost, throwing any and all hesitation about tubbo away to work with him because that was what ranboo wanted, that was what he asked. always checking in and making sure he was okay. all three of them are soooo dysfunctional but i love them so much. think of the mansion raid streams!! techno and ranboo off adventuring, phil taking care of the animals and getting up at 3am real time to trigger their stasis chambers!! they care about each other all so fucking much and they are a family! please vote for them i will be very sad otherwise :(

#mcyt-trios #mcytblr trio bracket #polls #round 3 #mcyt

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sxulcxtcher · 3 months

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Imagine a bratty sub who just desperately needs attention but you’d been so mean ignoring there lil please for attention

So where they’re frustrated they beg you to go clubbing and you relent only to see why they wanted to come clubbing a choosing a random person and decided to start dancing with them and grinding on them since if you won’t willingly give them attention they’ll leave you no other choice

so you do give them the attention they’ve so craved but so much more than they could possibly handle overstimulating them so much pretty lil tears are streaming down there face whilst they managed to beg for forgiveness saying they’ll do anything for your forgiveness and you've got a great idea pushing the cold steel in there body carving out there name so they know next time they act up that this body of theirs is claimed

just wondering your thoughts it from one brat to another 🔪

im seriously convinced you anons can see into my drafts...<3🌹

#✰heart offers #✰🔪 anon

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michelleleewise · 2 years

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Forget Me Not

Pairing: Loki x Reader

Warnings: angst, mind manipulation, mentions of memory loss, mentions of injury, anger, depression, sadness, crying, dehydration, exhaustion, all the angst, no happy ending to be seen.........yet

Summary: Loki talks Wanda into helping with his memory, while you try to hold yourself together.

Part three--Part Four-

"Wanda, please. I am begging you, I need to know." Loki said, following wanda down the hall, Thor in tow. "I don't know, what if I make it worse?" She asked turning to him. "I'm not sure how it could be worse." He said fidgeting with his hands. "Fine, but of something happens.." She started "You will not be to blame, this is on me." Loki said as Thor nodded. "Alright. Come on, the sooner the better." She said heading to her room.

Thor sat on the couch as Loki sat in a chair wanda brought out. She stood behind him as she raised her hands to his temples "for the record Loki, I hope this works. You two were great together." She said as her hands glowed red. "Are you ready?" She asked. "Yes, I'm ready." Loki said closing his eyes. "Ok here goes nothing." She said as her fingers touched his temples.

He gasped, gripping the sides of the chair as flashes of the last year flooded his mind. "Do you want me to stop?" He heard "no, I'm fine. Keep going." He said through gritted teeth.

"Hi, im y/n. It's nice to meet you." She said smiling. "Loki of Asgard and Jotunhiem." He said shaking her hand.

"Loki, come look at this." You said as he came in the kitchen. As he leaned down you smeared the pie in his face, laughing. "You will pay for that dear." He said wiping his face, smiling, as you squealed and ran away as he grabbed you from behind, rubbing his face on yours "I just want to share darling." You both laughed as he held you to him.

"Darling, can I ask you something?" He asked looking at you "Sure, what's up Mischief?" You asked sitting up. "Would you allow me to take you out?" He asked fidgeting with his hands. You looked around before looking back at him. "Me?" You asked "Well yes, of course you." He smiled. "Umm. Yeah, I'd love to." You smiled.

Evey memory He ever made with you flashed through his mind, he felt tears streaming down his face as each one passed "Loki?" He heard Thor "im fine." Until the last memory came, the day of the mission.

"Darling, how would you feel about moving in together?" He asked holding your hand, cuddled on the couch. "Loki, I would love nothing more." You smiled as he leaned over gently kissing you. "I hope to one day be worthy enough to make you my wife." He smiled as you cupped his cheek "You have always been worthy Loki." You smiled back.

He looked across the field, seeing Thor's hammer whiz past your head as he ran towards you. "LOKI, STOP!!" He heard you yell, and then.....

Wanda pulled her hands away as he gasped, panting heavily as his fingers gripped the sides of the chair. "Brother? Are you alright?" Thor asked walking over. "I saw it, all of it, her." He panted, tears streaming down his face. "Do you still have the memories after the accident?" Thor asked as Loki looked down "Yes, I do." He whispered, more tears falling. "How could I do that Thor? How could I be with anyone but her?" Loki sobbed. "You did not remember, it was not your fault." Thor tried to reassure him. "I betrayed her Thor! I love her and I....with Melissa, i...." he tried, putting his head in his hands.

"Rigjt now, we must focus on finding her. I worry about about how she's doing." Thor said as Loki tried to compose himself. "What if....after what I did, she won't want to come back?" Loki asked looking at him. "We must try Loki, if nothing then to make sure she's safe." Loki nodded as he stood. "Thank you Wanda, i...what is the saying....owe you one." He said looking at her. "Im glad I could help, now bring y/n home and we're even." She smiled as Loki nodded.

You slowly opened your eyes, seeing the stars "did I sleep all day?" You said to yourself, slowly sitting up. You hadn't remembered dreaming, your mind a void. You remembered seeing Loki but then he was gone. You shook your head, as you slowly made it to your knees, looking out over the dark ocean. "I better head back." You said to yourself, slowly making it to your feet. You drug yourself back to your little house, going in seeing everything as it was when you left.

You sighed, grabbing some water and downing it before looking for something to eat. You didn't feel like building a fire so you just grabbed some bread and peanut butter you had gotten from the village last week. You sat at the small table, instinctively twirling the necklace you had on, a silver snake wrapped around a green gem.

"I want you to have this darling. In case anything happens, I'll always be able to find you." Loki said clasping the necklace on you. "But how?" You had asked looking at it. "I have placed a small amount of my Siedr into it, so what I carry in me can reach out to it and tell me where you are." He smiled running his finged over the chain.

You had hoped many times that it would glow, or give you some sign Loki was looking for you, but it never came, he never came. You wanted to be angry, but you couldn't. All that was left was sadness and acceptance. You knew Loki was ok, and that's what mattered. He had Thor, and the other avengers. He had.....her. it didn't matter what happened to you, as long as he was happy and ok.

You had always wanted the best for him, and deep down you hoped that's what she was doing, even though it felt like a stab in the heart. Had he seen the letter? Did anyone even tell him about it? Had Melissa found it and thrown it out? You couldn't blame her if she did.

You finished your sandwich, still feeling groggy you decided to lay down again, hoping you would feel better tomorrow. You climbed in bed, pulling the blankets up to you chin as you closed your eyes, hoping no dreams would come to you. As you drifted off, tugging the blankets closer to you, you missed the dim green glow emitting from your necklace.....

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where-does-the-heart-lie · 1 year

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Do you think the revs ever… well not regret taking sabo in but realize they had no clue what they were getting themselves into? They fish this poor boy out of the water and expect to be dealing with a sad little wet beast scarred in two ways by the world maybe with the drive to fight back and instead 5 years later have to consider if Cthulhu herself wasn’t letting her kids go for a swim and if they accidentally stole one because this thing can’t be human.

Do you think they have to disclaim to the fish man revs this is not normal human child behavior?

Yes to all that, but I think they also realize the positives outweigh the negatives in many ways.

I like to think that sabo is the rev's golden boy. Like they watched him grow up from just a 10 year old boy and progress so much to the point where he's been awarded the title Chief of Staff.

So this is what Wikipedia says a chief of staff is. What im getting from it through my terrible reading comprehension is that the one with this position works with planning, but mostly with the people of any rank. They make sure their staff is operating at optimal levels and is happy and content.

Solving problems? Mediate disputes? A confidant/advisor to the chief executive?

Sounds like this guy is just the bestie of the army. It sounds like to me, that this guy does such a good job at making people perform their best because he knows how his besties work. And in turn, his besties are like “i love this guy actually. He might be really fucking weird and he also might not have blinked in like a good 20 minutes, but he understands all of us. He takes the time to know us and appreciates us on a personal level. I feel like with this guy around we can do anything.”

And if there’s ONE THING we know about the revolutionary army, is that inspiring people is what they’re all about. That one scene with Belo Betty is a great example of the rev’s way of victory. They inspire people to fight for themselves.

The Rev’s don’t have millions of staff members, they only have one base. They cant be at every single place they start a revolution in to protect the citizens from what comes after revolting. So what they do, is they to teach them that they can be their own heroes, how to sustain by themselves, and most importantly, HOW TO UNIONIZE!!!!!

AND THATS THE FUCKIN BEAUTY OF SABO OKAY????

BECAUSE IF THIS GUY ?????👇

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WAS ON YOUR TEAM. AND HE DID THIS SHIT???? WOULD YOU NOT FEEL INVINCIBLE FOLLOWING HIM????? WOULD YOU NOT FEEL LIKE YOUR BACK FUCKIN COVERED BY THIS ABSOLUTE BEAST????

Not everything he does is conventionally “correct”, but he gets the job done and he figures it out, okay??? Sometimes you have to just go running face first into a stream of gunfire to get👏shit👏done👏 and Sabo is more than willing to. On really any given occasion. He wants to. Please let him do it, he begs you.

Because what sabo exactly is inspiration. That’s what those three brothers are! They are inspiration. They are freedom. They are fire. They are hope. They are tragedy. They are One Piece. Quintessentially

T L D R:

Sabo is a force of nature and the rev army’s bestie. He may seem stupid and impulsive, but the reality is that he does what needs to be done with no hesitation. That man inspires many, knows his army, is strong as hell, and is just a great guy. Taking in Cthulhu’s baby was the best mistake they ever made.

He’s also absolutely clinically insane.

Thank you and good night [takes a bow]

Edit: im posting this right after i posted a pic of him painting his nails. The man’s got range, I’ll give him that.

#ask reply #sorry long post #im also not sorry though #i have a lot of feelings #@tani rani #long post #sabo

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breezy141 · 9 months

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☽☹︎ 𝐭𝐡𝐞 𝐛𝐥𝐮𝐞𝐬 - 𝐚𝐛𝐛𝐲 𝐚𝐧𝐝𝐞𝐫𝐬𝐨𝐧 ☹︎☼

summary: you were on the run, not for humans but from monsters.

warnings: the thought of this made my heart kinda cry. mentions of suicide kind of, swearing.

“run! don’t stop!” abby shouted behind you, there must have about 3 hordes behind the both of you, you were alone. clearing out areas was definitely dangerous but never did you ever think it would end up like this.

the bite on your ankle was burning, gushing of blood, stinging, everything bad you could think off you felt, guilt, sadness, hopeless.

“on your right! there’s a shack!” you looked over and ran, you waiting for abby at your entrance ready to close the door and block it. as she ran past you slammed it shut, she pushed a cabinet over the door.

“abb-” she cut you off “oh my god, what do we do love? there’s gotta be a way out of this” you continued to call her name but she was talking over you “abby!” you shouted, she turned around.

“im so sorry, you need to go. go right now” abby looked at you confused “i got bit, o-on the way to our last area where i got grabbed. abby i’m so sorry, you need to go right now” she shook her head “no..no no y/n stop don’t do this to me, please baby” she cupped your face, looking into your eyes, tears threaten to fall.

“i’m really sorry, i don’t know what to do. im so scared abby, i don’t want to do this, i-i don’t want to turn into one of them please abby” you sobbed against her chest, she held you close. crying with you.

“no, y/n please you can’t do this to me. i cant feel that feeling again” she whimpered “i am so sorry, i love you abby. please tell owen, mel and m-manny i’m sorry” abby pressed her forehead against yours. “i don’t know what i’m going to do y/n”

“you’re going to go back, tell everyone, say i went in a good way, d-don’t tell them the truth but them three. you are going to continue to be the wonderful person you are, work as hard as you usually do, be the abby that i know” she shook her head. you pulled the necklace from your neck and gave it to her “please don’t forget me abby”

“i could never” the sound of the door getting hit by the hordes made you both jump “you need to go, please” you begged for her to jump from a window or something like that. she nodded, she gave you a kiss and with that she left. you stood in the centre of the room tears streaming down your cheeks.

[3 DAYS LATER]

abby made her way to the shack, mel, owen and manny following behind. she stopped before opening the door, her eyes started to water “abby, i’ll go if i have to” she shook her head “no, you guys stay here” she opened the door and breathed out heavily, she found your lifeless body. slumped up the corner, gun in hand.

a note had been placed next to your arm, she walked over to it. she tried her hardest not to look at you, but she couldn’t help herself. there you were, skin had turned so dull, eyes began to darken, the bite on your ankle had turned a funny colour, it was covered in pockets of puss and dried up blood.

she picked up the note and it read

abby, i hope you find this letter but at the same time i hope you don’t. i don’t want you to see what i look like, i don’t know what will happen, if i still turn into one of them or if i made it out in time. telling you what happened was the worst thing i’ve ever had to do, i know what you have been through and i hate myself that i told you in a way that i did. i hope to be able to watch over you, and guide you in a way. please don’t think of this moment ever again, i want you to remember me, but remember the great memories. i love you abby, i want to write more but i’m afraid those things will get in and tear me up. i’ll see you in heaven my darling, goodbye. -y/n

she folded up the letter and put it in her backpack, she took yours as well. she studied you, she remembers your laugh, the way it sounded, it was contagious. she remembers how your eyes would light up when you saw her or alice. she remembers the freckles you had on nose and cheeks, they would darken when being in the sun for a certain amount of time. she remembers the way you used to say her name, it rolled off your tongue so perfectly, it was something she loved.

“i love you y/n”

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i’m crying :3

#abby x reader #abby anderson #tlou #abby tlou #tlou2 #tlou1 #tlou fanfiction #tlou fic

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bellysoupset · 5 months

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SOUP!!! i know you’re focusing on the thanksgiving stuff rn and slay yes go off but this is me begging you to torture wendy sometime soon <3333 i know you know i love her and i’m trying SO hard not to be annoying about requesting her too much but ,,,, the type of dopamine i get whenever i read one of *those* fics (wen as sickie) is truly unreal and i’ve been craving it sm lately (and i’ve already reread all your old ones *almost* too many times LMAO) 🤭 also PLS DONT TAKE THIS AS ME PRESSURING YOU OR EXPECTING THINGS FROM YOU‼️‼️‼️ THATS THE LAST THING I WANT‼️‼️ THANK YOU FOR EVERYTHING YOU DO‼️‼️‼️ im just putting this out there to gently suggest that you torture her whenever you have the time and energy to lolll <3

the trope can be literally anything you want but i’m really feeling a migraine fic 👀 like a bad one!!! but having her kind of hide it until she can’t anymore? and then vin maybe feeling all guilty about not noticing it sooner + him being all soft and adorable and worried? smiling and blushing just thinking about this ahhhh

thank u sm i love u

🦦

And 🧷 asked:

HI Just jumping on board the girly request train (To add this to your hoard for if you have the time/will). Consider, if you will: Wendy sick at work with Jonah as a not-so-great caretaker having to call Vince like "Come get your girl." (Wendy does deserve belly rubs and also just... hugs. Lots of them. And a gentle smooch on the forehead) (And you know I love bitchy Jonah and I can't think of a shittier caretaker /pos /aff /very affectionate /I love him okay?) -🧷

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Jonah was in a bad mood. Which he knew wasn't saying much, because these days he was always in a bad mood, but whatever. He was in a shitty fucking mood.

Graduation was closer than ever, happening in a little less than two weeks. Meaning he had exactly 4 days to finish all the documentation and essays and double check his hours and also pick an outfit and send the bloody invitation to his mother and stepfather and his father, fuck, he had forgotten about-

"Switch with me," Wendy interrupted his stream of thoughts, entering the office area. Jonah let out a scoff, rolling his eyes.

"Absolutely not," he said, turning back to the paperwork he had been filling in. He had already done his hours in the ER, there was no way he was gonna do Wen's too.

"Please," Wendy said, although she didn't sound like she was asking, "switch with me, I'll take your hours tomorrow-"

"Nope," Jonah shook his head, not bothering to look up from where he was filing up the report of each patient he had had all day, "you're distracting me, Wendy."

"Jonah, I really can't do the ER right now-"

"No one likes the ER," Jonah shrugged, signing his name with a little too much force. He really wanted to go home. It was almost 10 PM and he still hadn't had dinner and although he didn't have classes tomorrow, he had so many things to hand in. Did he revise his residency application?

"Jon, please I..." Wendy whined and Jonah's head snapped up, pissed off.

"Wendy no," he glared at her, "I'm not switching, give up."

She pressed her hands to her face, before letting out a sigh and turning around, wordlessly leaving the office.

Jon's stomach sunk and he felt a pang to his chest, but he stood his ground. He had worked his hours today and he really needed to go home and Wendy was not going to puppy eye her way into getting him to do a double ER shift, not when he was this exhausted, even if it was just the remaining one hour and half.

He got back to the task at hand and by the time he glanced up again, it was time to get going. 11:30 PM, Leo would probably be asleep, Jonah thought sourly, locking all the documents inside of his designated drawer and getting up.

Claire was just getting in as Jonah walked to the doctor's staff to strip his white doctor coat and grab his bag as well as his scarf. She waved at him as he unlocked his locker, "hi, Jon."

"Hi Claire," he yawned, folding his coat.

"Uh..." Claire frowned as she unlocked her own locker. She shared with Wendy, but Wen's clothes were still inside, "that's odd, I didn't see her in the ER..."

Jonah felt a weird sense of unease wash over him. He draped the scarf around his neck, "here, take mine. Just let Todd know when he clocks in..." he said, "I'm gonna check if she's still clocked in."

Jonah hated the guy who had been doing the last round with Wendy. Chris wasn't just annoying as hell, he was also a careless idiot who messed up constantly. Jon had lost count the amount of times he had gone toe to toe with the guy.

"Chris," Jonah said, managing to get him alone just as he turned the hallways, Chris probably going to clock out too, "did you see Wendy?"

"No," Chris scoffed, glaring at him, "not since she bailed on me. If you find her, let her know that she's fucked. I made a complaint with our supervisor."

"What...?" Jonah frowned. Wendy didn't bail, Jon could count in one hand the amount of times she had taken time out of her clinic hours. She often covered for others. She would never just quit and up and leave.

"Yeah," Chris rolled his eyes, "said she was gonna get water and I haven't seen her since. I had to go through all of her fucking patients. Peters is gonna chew her up tomorrow."

"How long ago was that?" Jonah asked, feeling anxiety prickling all over him. This was widely out of characters.

"An hour ago? I don't know," Chris shrugged, before stepping around Jonah, "excuse me."

Jon didn't acknowledge him at all, already fishing his phone out of his pocket and pressing the 3, Wendy's speed dial digit. It rang and rang and no one picked up.

Her car was in the parking lot still, getting covered with snow. Shit.

"Wendy, it's me. Please pick up your phone, I'm worried," Jonah send her a voice message, before immediately trying to call again. If the car was still there, then she was still in the hospital.

The question was where? Their university hospital was a big place, since they were the reference not just for their town but for other five around them. It had four floors and was almost as large as a whole block.

"Shit, shit, shit," Jonah chanted, heading to the main nurse station near the ER. The head nurse from Wendy's shift probably had clocked out already, the new one wouldn't know where she was...

"Marjorie! Nurse Marjorie!" Jonah ran down the hall, catching her just as she was about to walk to walk out of the door to the parking lot. She paused, looking confused and spooked.

"Dr. Banks-"

"Hi," Jonah panted, catching up with her, "sorry, I didn't mean to startle you- Did you see Wendy?"

"Wendy?" she frowned and Jonah nodded.

"Dr. Marshall?"

Marjorie's frown twisted into a grimace, "oh yeah, downstairs," she nodded, "about twenty minutes ago? She was in a bad shape, poor thing."

"A bad shape?" Jonah's heart squeezed and he looked around as if he'd somehow spot Wendy in the crowd that was coming and going, "where was she exactly?"

"Well, I entered the ladies room and she wasn't looking so hot, but she said she'd go home, so..." Nurse Marjorie shrugged, "she's probably left by now."

"Which side?"

"West wing-"

"Thank you," Jonah shook her hand awkwardly, before turning around and running back towards the stairs. He just wished no supervisor saw him running around like that, he'd for sure get called out.

There were two bathrooms down in the west wing, where they got the x-rays exams done. One was gender neutral, then two gendered ones down the long hallway. Jonah made a silent prayer before entering the female bathroom.

It was empty.

Or rather, it seemed empty, but a small sob cued him to the fact that it wasn't so. Jonah power walked across the room, before knocking on the last stall, "Wendy? Wen, is that you?" please let it be her.

There was a small groan from inside, a voice he recognized and he spotted her white shoes peeking out, with the lilac details.

"Wendy, it's me," Jonah knocked again, "can you unlock the door, please?"

"Uhm..." she grumbled from inside and he heard the sound of fingers drumming on the door, as she clumsily attempted to unlock it. It took a minute before she managed to do so and then Jonah pushed it in, regretting it as Wendy let out a whine as the door hit her thigh.

He waited until she moved out of the way to push the door again and Jonah frowned. Wendy was sitting on the ground, one arm draped over the toilet, her head resting on her hand. The little he could see of her face, Jon could tell was extremely pale.

"Goddammit, Wendy..." he crouched down next to her, "Wen? Hey, look at me, sweetheart-"

"Hurss...hurts..." she slurred instead of answering him, her voice barely above a whisper. The toilet was empty, but Jonah could tell she had already thrown up at least once, if the wet spot in front of her baby green scrubs were anything to go by.

"What hurts, Wendy?" he leaned in, planting a hand on her shoulder. She was freezing, even though she was wearing a long sleeved shirt under the short sleeved hospital clothes.

"Head..." Wendy whimpered, curling up even more, sounding dangerously close to tears. She hugged her knees, pressing her forehead to them and rocked back and forth, "I don't feel well, Jon..."

"I know, Dee," Jonah whispered, moving even closer and ignoring the smell of vomit, so he could cup her chin and force her to lift her head, "let me see your eyes, Wendy."

They were filled with tears, squinting from the pain. The minute he raised her face, she flinched from the overhead white light, and gulped nervously, shoving his hand off her face.

"I'm... I'm gonna be sick..." she groaned, leaning over the toilet again. Jonah scrambled forward to grab her hair, immediately gagging as he felt one of the front pieces was already wet and sticky.

He buried his nose in his shoulder, gagging fruitlessly. There was nothing for him to puke and clearly, nothing for Wendy to bring up either, because after a little more retching, she let out a sob and resorted to resting her forehead to the porcelain, sobbing.

"No, darling, don't do that, this is disgusting..." Jonah cooed, sliding his hand between her forehead and the toilet and wrapping his other arm around her waist, pulling her up.

Although she was unstable as a newborn fawn, she didn't immediately collapse, clinging to his coat with all her force. Jonah pushed the stall door open, slowly guiding her to the sinks and Wendy slumped over the granite with her whole body, letting out a whine as he ran his hands under the tap to turn on the motion sensor and then ran his now wet, cold hands on her face, washing her mouth and chin, as well as the sick covered piece of hair.

"Shhh, you're okay, I got you," Jonah whispered, more for his benefit than hers, as Wendy's whole face scrunched up in pain, tears leaking from the corner of her eyes.

"I don't... I don't want you," she groaned and Jonah's stomach turned for a different reason, simple and plain guilt.

"I know, I'm gonna get you to Vin," he answered instead, "I'm really sorry, Wen, I didn't know you weren't feeling well..."

She let out another groan, ignoring his apology and Jonah bit his tongue to stop the string of words he wanted to say. He wanted to apologize again, he wanted to grill her about her symptoms, why she hadn't started off by saying she was sick previously when requesting he switched with her, why she hadn't told him...

She shuddered, hugging herself and Jonah stripped his coat, wrapping Wendy in it and closing the first button on the front. It was far too big for her, it reached the middle of Jon's thighs, but on Wendy the coat was brushing the floor.

Wordlessly she slumped forward, pressing her forehead to his chest and Jonah wrapped an arm around her, guiding her out of the bathroom.

As soon as they reached the ground level floor, she let out a loud whine. The place was much more crowded, so much more noisy, and Wendy let out a sob, pressing her face to his chest with even more force.

"Hurts..." She said, grabbing at the roots of her hair and pulling, to try and escape the pain inside her skull.

He left her planted on the couch in the waiting room, as he sped back to the staff quarters to retrieve her purse, as well as her other belongings. Wendy was rocking back and forth when he got back to her, much to the unnerving of the other patients, who kept glancing at her nervously as it looks like she was going to throw up.

"Okay, let's get you out of here," Jon whispered, wrapping his arms around her and guiding Wendy to the car. She shivered violently once they walked out of the hospital, the drastic temperature change hitting them both. Jon's teeth started to chatter and he forced Wendy to keep moving, pushing her inside her car.

"No, don't do that, Dee," Jonah whispered, holding her head as Wendy tried banging it against the window to stop the pain inside, "shhh, lie back down, lie down..." he lowered her seat a little bit, smoothing the hair out of her face.

Wendy let out a pitiful sniffle, curling up on herself, his coat serving as a blanket on top of her. She turned her head, away from his touch and Jonah's stomach sunk a little more.

He parked inside her building, in her designated spot and then scrolled through his contacts. Wendy seemed to be asleep and he didn't want to wake her up unneededly so.

"Hello?" Vince sounded half asleep and Jonah glanced quickly at the clock. It was almost midnight, no wonder, "Jon?"

"Hey," he whispered, "I have Wendy with me, can you unlock the door, please?"

"Wen... Why? What's wrong with her? Are you outside-" there was rustling around, "I don't see you outside."

Jonah rolled his eyes, "I'm downstairs in the parking lot, she-"

"Is she okay? Let me talk with her."

"She's asleep," Jonah started to say, but Wendy stirred and groaned, turning to blindly grab his phone.

"Is that Vin?" she whined, not bothering to open her eyes and, in Jonah's ear, Vince exclaimed.

"Wendy!"

Jonah let out a scoff, "just unlock the door," then hung up, turning to Wendy, "can you walk?"

"Yes," she said, sounding annoyed. She pushed the door open and stumbled out, bracing against the car and taking deep breaths, "my head is exploding."

"You sound better than before," Jonah said hopefully, circling the car to hold her arm, "c'mon, Dee."

"Uhm..." Wendy slumped against him, letting him guide her the rest of the way and Jonah chewed on the inside of his cheek, pressing the elevator button.

"I'm really sorry about before, Wendy. I had no idea you were sick, if I knew I'd have switched."

"It's fine," she said sourly, crossing her arms, "it's fine."

"Wanna say that one more time?" Jonah said, "doesn't sound fine."

"Shut up, Jonah," Wendy groaned, pressing her forehead to his bicep with all her force, "I don't have the energy for this, just shut up."

As soon as the elevator came to a stop, Vince was already there. In the middle of the hallway, wearing just sweatpants, socks and a huge orange hoodie that made Jonah cringe in distaste. His curls were a messy mane around his head and he had been clearly about to fall asleep.

"Hey, hey..." he crossed the hallway in two steps, cupping Wendy's face, "what's wrong, honey?"

She let out a groan, that quickly morphed into a whimper, "my head..."

"Migraine?" he guessed, glancing up worriedly to Jonah, who flinched as if he was somehow guilty for Wendy's migraine.

"Yes, she threw up earlier-"

"It's not as bad anymore," Wendy scoffed, glaring at his direction, before snuggling up with Vince, wrapping her arms around his middle, "I just wanna lie down."

"Thank you for bringing her home," Vince whispered, offering Jonah a big, relieved smile, which only made him feel ten times more guilty. Vin was unaware to his little conundrum, hugging Wendy to him and bringing her inside the house.

Jonah followed them in, planting Wendy's keys and her purse on the little living room table that was littered with books and notecards, where Vince clearly had been studying.

A minute later Vince emerged from the room, having tucked Wendy into bed, Jon's coat draped over his arm, "here. Thank you Jon..."

"Please don't say that," Jonah cringed, taking the coat back, "tell Wendy to call me when she feels better."

Vince frowned, confused, but he nodded, "yeah, of course. Are you calling a taxi?"

"Yes-"

"You can wait in here," Vince said hopefully, "or just crash the couch, it's no problem-"

"No," Jonah shook his head. He was feeling terrible, he really didn't want to stay and witness anymore of Wendy in pain, "no, I have to go home. Leo's probably having a heart attack, I should've been home two hours ago."

It was a little lie. Yes, Leo would be stressing if he was aware, but more probably he was simply asleep by now.

"Okay," Vince crossed the room and then pulled Jon into a hug, causing the man to let out a startled yelp.

"Let go of me."

"Thanks again, man."

"Yeah, let me go..." Jonah shoved him off, "and tell Wendy not to worry about tomorrow, I'll explain to her supervisor what happened."

"Thank you," Vince nodded, although he wasn't sure what he was nodding along with, "you're a great friend."

Jonah grimaced, "yeah, bye."

#well this WAS supposed to be about wendy lol #mywriting #wendy marshall #migraine #🦦 anon #🧷 anon

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s1xthirty · 2 years

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little taste of heaven | stephen strange x reader

summary : you use the darkhold to be with stephen and get a little taste of heaven.

A/N : a little warning: i kinda channelled my anger into this. im sorry, if it's too much. also, ignore my bad writing and english, it is not my first language.

You've always believed there's a thousand more realities where things in your life are different—better, and you've always wanted to trade places with one of your alternates and taste a little bit of heaven. You just didn't know how to reach it. When you learned about the darkhold and the secrets it keeps, you smelled a scent of hope in the middle of your despair.

You've heard about the consequences of using the book of the damned but you don't care. Not anymore. You are tired of having to watch him pining over someone he couldn't have when you're right in front of him. You've made a fool of yourself all those years trying to prove your love to Stephen and he damn well can see it but he just won't let Christine go. The worst part is that you still would do anything for him, even after all the pain he put you through.

You spitted the olives out of your mouth and downed your drink in one gulp before snatching your purse off your lap and sprinted out of the wedding. Stephen asked you—no, he begged you to go to his former co-worker's wedding as his date only for him to cling to Christine for some closure and completely forget about you.

You don't know anyone at the wedding. He could've at least introduced you to Christine and be a gentleman. You wish he would've held you like he held his stupid pride.

"Y/N! Where are you going?" He called out, trailing behind you. It's a miracle that Stephen noticed you storming out of the wedding. He usually would forget about you once Christine is on the frame.

You slammed the door to your room in the sanctum and immediately pulled out the darkhold. You called the candles and they instantly lit up, surrounding you in a circle as you opened the dreamwalking section. The door banged loudly, and you can hear Stephen howling your name from the other side of the door.

You walked through multiple clouds of alternate realities, searching for the one you most desire. A lot of these clouds played an agonizing scene of you leaving Stephen's wedding with your mascara streaming down your face, it made your heart ache.

Your eyes gleamed in felicity when you see a clip of you fast asleep and locked up in Stephen's arm. It looks so peaceful. You went to reach for it but a portal appeared, revealing Stephen.

You laughed, "Still has the heart to check on me, Doctor?"

"I'm sorry I left you all alone, I should've been with you the whole time." He apologized, "Please don't do this. This isn't you, the darkhold is playing with your mind."

"You don't know me, Stephen Strange."

"I do. You're my friend, Y/N."

"I just want you, but you couldn't stop pining over her. What does she have that I don't?" Your voice cracked as tears streamed down your face.

Stephen doesn't give you an answer.

It breaks your heart even more to hear his silence. You performed the spell and felt yourself floating. You let out a long sigh, allowing yourself to relax as you entered your alternate self.

As if just in a blink, you can feel your surroundings shifted. The sheets and strong arms tangled around your naked body makes you feel giddy. You couldn't stop the smile from taking over your face.

"Y/N? Are you okay, sweetheart?"

Hearing Stephen calling your name, made your heart fastened. Afraid you might have slipped away and failed to do the spell but when that sweet word fell out of his mouth, you immediately melted in his arms.

"I'm fine." You sighed, inhaling his scent, you wish you could bottle and get drunk in it every night. "I'm great."

"Are you sure?" He asked, his face slightly concerned. "You were tossing and turning in your sleep." Must've been my alternate self trying to fight me off.

"Just a bad dream, I'm good, fine, amazing!" You assured him.

"For someone who had a bad dream in their sleep, you're a bit silly."

"Well, you can't dwindle over a bad dream all day, can you?"

"I suppose not." He plastered that smirk that makes you weak in the knees and kissed you. It was a quick peck but you threaded your fingers into his hair and pulled him back in for more.

His taste invaded you, making you feel light headed. This is the little taste of heaven you've been yearning for. You could stay here and leave your mess of a life behind and never worry about it anymore.

"Not that I'm complaining, but what has gotten into you?" Said Stephen, panting after pulling out of the kiss.

You chuckled and buried your face in his chest as you carefully listened to his heartbeat.

"Am I dreaming?" You looked up at him. The sun was illuminating his face, making him look ethereal and inhuman.

Stephen doesn't respond. Instead, he pulled you into a passionate kiss and bit your lip, making you winced. "Still dreaming?"

You laughed and playfully shoved him.

"C'mon, I'll make breakfast." Stephen went up to leave the bed but you yanked him back down by his forearm. "Y/N!" He laughed. It is the most beautiful sound you've ever heard.

Stay, your treacherous voice tempted.

You held onto Stephen for your dear life as if he would disappear if you let him go. "Five more minutes."

"I'm not going anywhere." It's true, he's not going anywhere but you are. The spells are not gonna last and you could leave in any seconds now.

"I love you," You kissed him on his shoulder.

"I love you," another kiss on his neck.

"I love you," another kiss on his cheek.

"I love you." a kiss on his lips. You rested your forehead in his, your nose bumping each other.

You can feel him slipping away from you as you hear him say: "I love you."

You fell with a thud as reality shifted back to the way it was and broke down, letting your tears flood the room in your ocean of despair.

#stephen strange #benedict cumberbatch #benedict cumberbatch x reader #doctor strange #doctor strange angst #doctor strange imagine #doctor strange x reader #dr strange #dr strange x reader #stephen strange x reader #stephen strange angst

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minjiarchive · 1 year

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"WHILE I WAS GONE?" : yoohyeon x fem!reader

warning / smut

- (i recommend you listen to this while reading)

"who were you thinking of while i was gone? especially when you touched yourself."

"you, yoohyeon." her tie was loose around her neck and her shirt was almost fully unbuttoned, exposing her defined neck and stomach. yoohyeon was busy with work and had to leave to go on tour for a couple of days. usually, you wouldn't find yourself doing such an act. but who can blame you? you missed her, her hands up on you. so you couldn't help but find pleasure while thinking of yoohyeon and the things she would be telling you while making you feel good, "you like that? will you be my good girl and cum?" things that you only would want to hear from her.

"good, keep thinking about me between your legs." she finally had enough of teasing you and took off her blouse and tie. you couldn't wait any longer and unzipped her pants, having her remove them. along with her bra that slowly unclasped itself, you were both close and naked. not holding back any lust you felt inside of you. "baby... let me see how wet you are for me." her knee was in the middle of your thighs, slowly massaging your pussy in circles.

(yes i had yoohyeon do the "knee thing" if you get it, you get it)

you sighed and relaxed under her. yoohyeon replaced her knee with her hand, now her hand was stroking you. your panties were still on but were moved to the side so there was more space for yoohyeon to slip her hand in there. "is this how you touched yourself huh? i can make you feel so much better." and she was right. although touching yourself made you feel good, you couldn't get that same amount of satisfaction yoohyeon gives you. she was still rubbing you but her fingers were growing closer and closer near your clit. "please. i just want you."

"as you wish." her two fingers now entered you dripping wet core, you moaned her name out loudly. earning a smile from her, her middle fingers rubbed your clit with her other free hand coming up to hold your face to kiss you. her mouth fell open to enclose your bottom lip.

she pulled away to go down to your pussy again, and with no hesitation, yoohyeon started eating you out. she left kisses all around and used her tongue to listen to your sweet moans. your cries turned even more louder with how much yoohyeon is doing to you. the vibrations of her voice that were sent through your body each time. "just like that, dont stop. im begging you."

you felt close to coming, the same feeling of tensing up and your breathing increasing more each second she licked your wet clit. your legs started to close too on yoohyeons face which you didn't even realize, "keep your legs open darling, are you about to cum?" she could tell by the way you reacted to each move she made that you were almost near, you nodded at her question. there was no point in trying to use your words when you couldn't make out a simple sentence.

"yoohyeon... im going to-"

"come for me babe." one last lick and you cried out a moan, tears almost streaming down your face. she gathered all your juices onto her tongue one last time and went back up to coo you but also have you taste yourself with a kiss. your body shook still but with the comfort of your girlfriend, you were able to calm down for a bit. "you did great, my love. you're so beautiful you know that? always."

#dreamcatcher scenarios #dreamcatcher imagines #dreamcatcher x reader #dreamcatcher #dreamcatcher smut #yoohyeon imagines #yoohyeon scenarios #yoohyeon #dreamcatcher yoohyeon #yoohyeon smut

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hazgoldenstyles · 2 years

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Ooh what about Harry’s daughter graduating high school and moving out of state for college🥺 like a mix of angst and fluff:)

A/n- this is so cute!!!! thank you for sending something, and I hope you love it as much as I did writing it! Btw (it kinda turned sad idk i was just letting my mind flow and do its thing) sorryyyy

Warnings- death, mild cursing, ANGST! (Its just sad tbh)

Word count- 622 (not too long ik ik)

Bambi

It's always been them two.

They were inseparable because he was the only one she had.

2004, then.

"C'mon, push sweetheart its okay”, Harry whispered calmly to his crying wife, as he's sat behind her on the hospital bed wiping the sweat from her forehead.

"I cant, it hurts so bad Harry", Y/n cries gripping his hand tightly.

Harry hates how he cant do anything to help his wife's pain other than speaking encouraging words into her ear. His eyes start to water, but he knows he has to be strong for her and he knows he'll get teased for it when this is all over, even telling their child when they're older.

The doctor looks at me, "she has to push because the baby has been in there for too long, it's getting dangerous"

I start to worry but Y/n's not listening to what anybody has to say.

"Baby, you have to push for me... don't you wanna see our baby" I question, "who's gonna look just like you I know it. C'mon baby you have to... for me please", I beg with misty eyes, kissing the top of her head.

She looks up at me with her brown, almost black watery eyes, "for our bambi" she whispers.

Noir.

All of a sudden she screams with her head thrown back while she pushes, the people around us encouraging her. I feel so proud of her, more than ever right now. I start to hear loud crying and I smile.

I look down at her "sweet girl, you did it" I coo, kissing her forehead numerous times.

She looks me in the eyes and smiles "you know I love you right" she says sniffling lightly, I nod my head.

But then we hear fast beeping, so I look up at the doctor.

"Why is it doing that", I panic, "It wasn't just doing that... I-Is she okay", I stutter.

I look at her, "baby hi, what's going on hm" my voice quivers, "whats going in inside that body of yours", I question with tears streaming down my face.

She looks at me dazed "I'll be fine Harry, just let them take care of me", she says stroking my eyebrow.

It gets faster.

"CODE BLUE", the nurse yells

And faster....

2022, Now.

“Dad!”, Noir calls out to harry, running up the stairs to his room. Harry looks up from his computer while laying in his bed.

She walks in with an unopened envelope, “i got my application back from Harvard” she says excitedly going to sit next to him.

“Thats great baby, lets open it. And remember its okay if they didn’t except you, it just means that there are wayyyyy more opportunities open for you” Harry carefully explained while brushing her hair back from her face.

She looks at him with a sad face, “Do you think mom will be proud of me?” She questions with watery eyes, looking at her father for reassurance.

He gives her a sad smile, “how about this, open it and we’ll talk about that” She looks down at the envelope and starts to open it.

She starts to read aloud “thank you for submitting your application… you have been accept-“ she drops her head onto her fathers shoulder.

“Da-ddy, i did it” she cries. He hugs her tightly kissing the top of her head.

“Mama would’ve been proud of you either way. But now think of it, you’re going to Harvard Bambi!”, he coos wiping her eyes.

“Im gonna miss you Noir.. so so much. You’re my baby girl.” He grabs her hand rubbing her knuckles, thinking of where time went.

“My sweet sweet Bambi” he whispers hugging her with watery eyes.

A/n- soooo i hope y’all liked it and make sure to send me more requests!!! Reblogs are much appreciated!!! Bye lovliessss💗

#harry styles #hs #harryedwardstyles #harrystylesfanfic #harrystyles x black!reader #harrystyles x reader #harrystylesoneshot #loryswritings.#anonasks #anon tag #harry styles smut #dad!harry

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frenchfrywrites · 2 years

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Weird request, but we all have piss kinks so.. I don’t think it gets weirder than that.

How about for punishment making the bro’s and Simeon use a pee pad as punishment? And they have to do it in front of you … I feel so weird typing this..

dont kink shame me

Bros + Simeon use a pee pad as punishment

MINORS DNI

Anon baby I regret to inform you that it does get weirder than having a piss kink.. and im delighted to inform you that this isn't all that weird, also cmon dude you know i cant kink shame you 💀💖

Lucifer

Unbelievably humiliated

He’s burning a deep shade of red and he doesn’t trust his legs so he has to stand over it

It’ll take him a while to pee under your gaze

He might need you to come up behind him and rub his bladder (unless you don’t mind getting a little wet.. You can also stand in front of him and do it)

He hates how turned on he gets from the embarrassment and oddity

After it he’ll be so clingy to you, apologizing or begging, submitting fully to you

He’ll be the one to clean up the mess afterwards

He’d rather die than have you take care of his piss pad 💔

Mammon

This is hardly a punishment for him

He’ll eagerly piss on the pad, however you like

Squat? Kneel? On all fours? Stand? Doesn’t matter to him!

He has no problem with pissing too, he’s pissed so much in front of you it comes naturally

He’ll look up/over at you as he pees, expecting praise

If he doesn’t get it he’ll pout

He hopes you’re as turned on by this as he is, because he’s having a blast

But he’ll pretend he hates it if you want to make it a punishment! (spoiler: he's horrible at hiding his pleasure)

The whole thing puts him deep into his head/subspace, so be ready for that

Levi

Equal parts embarrassed and excited

He’ll get into whatever position you want, but he’ll want you nearby

Speaking of you being nearby, he’ll probably want to cling to you as he lets go (if he’s allowed)

Honestly I think Levi needs you to watch him to make it fun for him

If you left him alone it’d be too humiliating to handle

That said, he’s also so pee shy and it’ll take him forever until he has to pee

Like you’ll have to bring him over to the pad when he’s so crazy desperate to let go that he’s squeezing his legs together and cupping himself

He might cry a bit (cause it feels so good and so overwhelming)

Satan

Surprisingly very into this punishment

He’ll be so obedient, getting into whatever position you want

He doesn’t think it’s humiliating in the slightest

It’s just fun and unique and he likes it

He likes the way you watch him

He likes that it makes him feel degraded

Work in some dumbification if you’d like (too dumb to use the toilet etc,).. It’d make Satan even more pleased with the experience

Afterwards he’s seeped deeper into his subspace (though it doesn’t have the effect on him as it does on Mammon)

Asmo

I do think Asmo would be a bit embarrassed doing this!

He likes that you’ll be watching him

But as soon as he’s positioned over the pad he feels nervous having your gaze on him

He might whine, begging to pee in the toilet or on your lap instead

He waits until the very last minute to pee

Which results in tears, because it hurts to hold it that long

Once he does let go he cries even more because it feels so good

This is a great punishment bc afterwards he’s so obedient and submissive and clingy, he’ll do whatever you say

Beelzebub

LOVES this

Probably the only punishment that will not make him tear up or become upset

Because he’s not embarrassed or humiliated doing it

He wants to please you though

Like mammon and satan he’ll do whatever position you’d like (but he especially likes positions where he can watch himself)

Might dip his fingers into his stream if he’s allowed (and then bring them to his mouth lmao)

(If you actually wanted to make it a punishment, you could piss on the pad too.. To have your piss land there and not in his mouth would crush him 💀)

Belphie

Like Levi I think he’d be equal parts humiliated and excited

He’s such a brat tho omg

Like he’d probably aim himself so the piss goes off the pad, or onto you

Or he calls you a pervert for watching

(like he’s not hard from your gaze 🙄)

But if you gag/muzzle him, he can’t make any bratty comments,, and he’d look so good

If you give him some incentive he might be a good boy and use the pad correctly

Then he expects praise afterwards

Simeon

Also equal parts humiliated and excited, but SO humiliated and SO excited

Jittering with nerves, it takes him a while to pee

(you keep telling him he has to calm down and he keeps apologizing lmao)

He likes to be on his hands and knees because it makes him feel grounded but he'll do any position

prefers if you stay close enough (and let him touch you)

Definitely cries when he lets go

Not from humiliation (surprisingly), just feels so good and he's so overwhelmed

#rq #spice #p/iss #obey me #brainrot

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