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shitsylus · 2 months ago

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SHH... WE CAN'T GET CAUGHT.

nsfw (18+). includes fingering, breast play, dirty talk, huge cock, unprotected sex, creampie, fwb relationship (it's pretty obvious you like each other tho), mentions of your first time experience with caleb (and other times after that), having sex when another person is just a few rooms away, too much cum, slight praise kink. filthy, filthy, filthy smut from top to bottom. likes and reblogs will be very helpful !!

“Shh... you don't want Gran hearing us, do you?”

You're covering your mouth to stifle your whimpers, but there's no hiding the wet squelches beneath the blanket. You wrap your hand around Caleb's flicking wrist, his fingers buried deep inside your cunt. When he adds another digit, a loud cry of his name is pulled out of you.

Caleb presses a soft kiss against your nape. You're both turned on your sides, your back against his solid chest. “As much as I like hearing you say my name, it'd be a problem if someone came to interrupt us. Remember the last time?”

The last time he's referring to is your risky tryst from a few days back; Caleb joined you in your bath, claiming he wants to “wash your back” for you. As expected, 20% of your time was spent in a relaxing soak where he massaged your shoulders and washed your hair, and the remaining 80% was spent with his head between your legs, coaxing out wave after wave of cum with his fingers and tongue.

The tip of his cock was already inside you when a knock on your door interrupted you, your grandmother asking if you knew where Caleb went because he wasn't in his room. Needless to say, you had to stop what you were doing and Caleb had a difficult time sneaking out of the bathroom.

“That... mmph... and this... is all your fault...” you struggle to say while biting back your moans as he grinds his fingers against a good spot, his thumb flicking at your clit. Caleb has always been too good with his hands. “You always—ah!—do this even when there are other people around...!”

“You wanna know why?” Chuckling, Caleb leans closer to whisper to your ear, lips brushing over your soft skin. “You squeeze me so fucking tight when we're about to get caught.”

You gush around his fingers as he mouths on the shell of your ear, moaning into the palm of your hand. He hums in satisfaction, pulling out his hand from your panties to admire the stringy release between his fingers. “You always cum too fast, pipsqueak. You pent up these days?”

How on earth could you possibly be pent up when you've been fucking Caleb at every opportunity? Every time you're left alone at the house, he fucks you against any flat surface he can find—the door when he's too impatient to go to your room, the bathroom sink because he likes making you watch yourself in the mirror when he's fucking you stupid, and even ate you out on the kitchen countertop at some point.

But the thing is, Caleb is undaunted by the possibility of being caught. So even when your Gran is around, he sneaks into your bedroom to fool around, just like what he's doing now under the pretense of “we watched a horror movie today, aren't you scared to sleep alone?”

Evidently, Caleb has no intention of letting you sleep tonight. He fondles your tits beneath your shirt, the tent in his sweatpants grinding against your clothed ass. “Don't pretend like you're innocent,” he mutters, making you yelp when he pinches your nipple. “You strutted around all day wearing my shirt without a bra, bending down in front of me on purpose... Did you know how hard it was to hold back from fucking you on the spot?”

“T-that was...!” Your cheeks flush with warmth. Sure, you were kind of riling him up on purpose, but that was under the assumption you'd be alone tonight.

“This ass...” he rubs you above your shorts, groaning as he palms at the soft flesh. “...was in my mind the entire fucking day. I held myself back until now, but I can't hold back anymore, fuck.”

He strips you off of your clothes, only leaving his shirt scrunched up above your breasts. He pulls down his sweatpants, and you feel his huge cock slap against your lower back, his pre-cum smearing across your skin. He holds the back of your knee to raise your leg, positioning his cock to your soaked pussy.

“Been waiting for this for so fucking long... Oh, shiiit,” he moans, long and drawn out and dirty as he slides right home, the tip of his dick pounding at your cervix. You squeal into your hand, your cunt clamping down on his cock so tightly but it doesn't deter his fast pace at all.

He reaches so deep like this, hitting spots he normally couldn't when you're in missionary. His huge cock feels like it's carving its own space into your body, coring you out from the inside, and it feels so good that you can't hold back your voice at all.

“Nn... Don't do that,” Caleb pulls away your hand from your mouth when he notices you biting down on your skin to hide your moans. He replaces it by putting his fingers in your mouth, cooing softly to your ear, “Suck. You're going to hurt yourself.”

You suck on his fingers, eyes rolling back to your head as he continues to pound you, fucking your pussy so good. Only Caleb knows how to make you feel so much pleasure to the point you can't think properly anymore. Your fingers could never hope to reach the places his cock touches.

It's how this twisted relationship started in the first place, Caleb catching you touching yourself when you forgot to lock your door. He taught you how to make yourself cum because you didn't know anything, until all you knew was him and his cock. But he was too big the first time you took him in that he had to fuck you loose with four fingers, sucking and licking at your pussy to make you wet enough to accept his thick girth and length. Now, he could slide inside you easily, your body having taken his shape.

Caleb stares at your messy face, utterly endeared. “Fuck, you're so fucking cute...” He takes out his fingers from your mouth, using them to tilt your jaw to meet his lips. He kisses you sloppy, no finesse as you slide your tongue against his, moaning into each other's mouths. “Mm... open your mouth more... yeah, that's it, baby... good fucking girl...”

“Ah, fuck, Caleb!” you sob, desperately rocking against his cock. “I'm gonna cum, cumming, I can't anymore...!”

“You're gonna cum?” Caleb stops thrusting, making you whine and attempt to move yourself, but he holds onto your hips and pushes you into the mattress, laying you flat on the sheets on your front. He settles behind you, using his weight to pound you to the mattress harder. “Then fucking cum.”

You moan uncontrollably into the pillows, completely forgetting you're meant to stay quiet. Caleb fucks his cock harder, faster, deeper, failing to hold back his own grunts as you tighten up around him, wet heat melting around his dick. “Shit, I'm gonna cum too... I'm gonna cum hard in your slutty fucking pussy... fuck, I'm cumming!”

You squirt around his cock as he fills you up with cum, your fluids making a mess between your bodies and the sheets. You don't realize you're crying out up until Caleb grabs your chin and kisses you once more, muffling the lewd moans you're letting out while he's still cumming inside you, hot and thick. He gives you tiny, slowing thrusts, cock still spurting out semen. “Oh, baby, you did so good...” he sucks on your bottom lip, staring intently at your orgasm face. “Such a good fucking girl for me...”

“So... full...” is the only thing you can say, feeling the sheer volume of one load of his cum in your pussy, warming you from the inside.

“Not full enough, baby.” Caleb peppers your face with kisses. It is then that you realize—with no small amount of fear and arousal—his cock hasn't softened at all. “I still have a lot to give you.”

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Very old art but it’s them so it is worth posting as my first post

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YOU'RE MINE.

nsfw (18+). includes aphrodisiacs, dry humping, rubbing cock over panties, possessive!caleb, caleb is gentle at first until you piss him off, this is basically ‘testing caleb's patience: the fic’, unprotected sex, creampie, i have to mention that caleb is possessive twice because caleb says some freaky stuff, sappy confession during sex, happy (horny) ending <3 likes and reblogs will be very helpful !!

Caleb doesn't accept love letters and chocolates whenever Valentine's Day comes along. However, girls directly stuff them into his bag without his knowledge sometimes, and you take it upon yourself to eat the sweets because Caleb would just throw it straight to the trash otherwise.

“It's a waste,” you'd always say. “You might not like them back, but they still made the effort to make chocolate for you.”

And then Caleb would shake his head, frowning, “Though most of them mean well, sometimes they put weird stuff in the food. So if I were you, I'd spit out that cupcake, pipsqueak.”

You usually don't heed his warnings—Caleb's always been kind of an overthinker. Now, though, you regret not listening to him as an unfamiliar heat spreads across your body, your core throbbing as you feel yourself dripping in your panties.

...The panties that's rubbing against Caleb's crotch right now, soaking the fabric of his pants while you grind down on him. Caleb's expression looks like a mix of confusion, worry, and arousal, his hands hovering above your waist as if unsure where to touch you. “Nn— hey, what's gotten into you? Do you even know what you're doing right now?”

You see his Adam's apple bob up and down as he nervously swallows, and you start feeling something poking you at your clothed core. Caleb sits up on the sofa where you pushed him down a while ago, grabbing your hands on his shoulders. “C'mon, tell me. I can't help you if I don't know what's wrong.”

You whimper, your body collapsing on top of his. He quickly scoops you up, one hand holding the back of your head, the other resting on your lower back, ensuring you're properly seated on his thighs.

“I... I feel weird,” you pant, clutching the front of his shirt. “I'm dizzy, and my body is hot all over. My...” you swallow down your embarrassment, “my pussy feels empty... Caleb, can't you help me? Please?”

Almost imperceptibly, his grip on you tightens by a fraction. He sighs, angling your head to make you look at him in the eye. Perhaps it's the trick of the light, but Caleb's face is a flustered pink. “I can't do that. You're going to regret it when you turn back to normal and get all weird about it.” He glances at the chocolates you ate on the table, brows furrowed. “Aphrodisiac chocolate... I should've known. Then you wouldn't have become like this...”

Your mind is in a daze. Your body feels unusually heavy, but your head feels like it's floating. Most of what he said is lost on you, and at this moment, the only thing you can focus on is that Caleb is looking at something else. You grab both of his cheeks, forcibly turning his attention to you. “Please help me, Caleb...” Clumsily, you lift up your hips, pressing your cunt against the tent in his pants. It glistens with your wetness, and Caleb can't help but groan when you rub the tip with your thumb. “It hurts... I need this inside me...”

Caleb has always adhered to your whims, but even he has his limits. He pinches your cheek, “I can't put it inside, idiot, I don't have a condom. I just have to make you cum, right?” He gestures for you to pick up the hem of your skirt, sucking in a breath when he sees how soaked you are. “Fuck....”

The entire crotch area is damp, and if he looks carefully, he can even see the faint shape of your clit. Curiously, he draws circles on it, breathing heavily when a fresh glob of slick stains your underwear. “That's hot...”

He pulls down his zipper, releasing his cock from his boxers. You gasp softly at the sight. He's long and thick, arching to a beautiful curve, colored almost red from the strain of holding back. He gives himself a few experimental pumps, moans coming from his mouth as he masturbates at the sight of you, holding up your own skirt to give him a perfect view of your wet panties, an innocent, frilly pair he can't wait to ruin.

He positions his cock to your folds, aiming at the spot your hole should be if not covered by your underwear. You both groan at the first slide, his pre-cum further soaking the fabric of your ruined panties. He wraps himself in his fist, teasing your clit as he pumps into his hand. More pearls of white spurt out of his tip. “Ah, fuck, that's good... so good...”

“Ah, ah, Caleb!”

You move your hips, moaning while he rubs himself against your cunt. The warmth of his cock is driving you crazy, and the added friction of Caleb rubbing your nipple through your clothes makes you even wetter than you already are. He's biting his lip, dazed eyes staring at your body appreciatively. “I'm taking this off, baby.”

He impatiently runs his hand through the buttons of your clothes, some of them popping off to clatter on the floor. “H-hey, I liked this shirt— haa...!”

“I'll buy you a new one,” he grunts, mouthing at one of your tits, sucking as if anything would come out. He unclasps your bra one-handed, throwing it over your shoulder. “These things are fucking annoying...”

Finally, he gets tired of rubbing you over your clothes. He lifts the side of your panties, sliding his cock inside to directly grind against your pussy. “Shit, that's more like it,” he moans loudly, your wetness gliding down his balls. “You feel so good.”

“Caleb, put it inside already,” you whine, scrunching up the fabric of your skirt in your fists. “This isn't enough for you either, hnn, right...? Give me your cock, please...”

Caleb grits his teeth, holding your hips to stop you from dropping on his dick. “Didn't I tell you I don't have a condom?”

“I don't care!” you struggle in his hold. “Fuck me, c'mon... it hurts...! If you don't...”

You pant against his ear, knowing exactly what you're getting into, drugged or not, “...I'll ask Zayne to fuck me instead.”

The effect is instantaneous. He pulls out, replacing his cock with two fingers plunging inside you at once, hitting deep all the way inside. You choke, gasping out for breath as his hand doesn't stop, slick jetting out of your cunt with every push of his fingers. His clothes are getting soaked, but Caleb doesn't care about them at all, coldly glaring at your face twisted in pleasure.

“So you're telling me you'd be fine with just anyone?” He's chuckling, but he doesn't sound like he's happy. “Fuck. I should've just done this from the start, then.”

He grabs two of the chocolates, popping one in his mouth. When he finishes swallowing, he places the other one in his mouth again, but then he suddenly grabs your jaw. “Open your mouth, slut.”

He pulls you in for a kiss, mouths locking together. The chocolate melts from the heat, his tongue licking at yours as he's forcing you to swallow. He doesn't let you go until he's sure you've eaten all of it, drool dripping from the corner of your lips.

“We're not stopping until you learn I'm the only one who gets to see you like this,” he grunts, taking out his fingers and slathering your slick on his cock to make it wet. “I'm the only one who gets to call you mine.”

“Haa... haa...”

Clothes are strewn messily on Caleb's bedroom floor, the mattress squeaking with each thrust of his hips. You're on your back, one leg hooked over Caleb's shoulder, staring into space as you're fucked absolutely stupid.

“Fuck, I can't stop my hips....” Caleb's still fucking into you, hasn't stopped for the past hour. The effects of the aphrodisiac have probably passed after the first two rounds, but his cock shows no signs of softening after release. He cums another load into you, overflowing from your pussy to spread into his sheets. “Ah, hng, shit... Hey, I told you not to waste it.”

He pulls out, pressing his fingers inside your loose hole to fuck his cum back in. You make a sound of protest, already feeling full.

“Are you starting to regret what you said now?” He grabs the back of your thighs, pressing your legs next to your ears. “Too late for that, though.”

Caleb groans, sloshing his cum inside your cunt with his dick. You helplessly grab at the sheets, moaning brokenly. His pelvis rubs against your engorged clit on every snap of his hips, driving you to squirt on his abs again, his torso glistening with your mess.

“You're squirting again? How many times have you cum?” Caleb laughs meanly, sucking another possessive mark among the smattering of hickeys he's already left along your collarbones. “Nasty girl...”

He leans back, getting a better view of your body. There are traces of him everywhere, from the hickeys on your neck, his cum on your chest because you couldn't swallow everything he poured in your mouth, and the faint bite marks on your inner thighs when he paid the favor and ate you out.

He presses a kiss on your chest, staring at you with dark eyes. “If you didn't say that, I would've been patient with you. Fingered you loose before putting my cock inside, making sure you're comfortable... I would've helped you ride out the effects of the aphrodisiac and never speak of it again. After all, to you, I'm just family.” He nuzzles against your cheek, his voice taking on a darker tone. “But you just had to call out another guy's name, didn't you... Would've fucked him if it was him here, not me...”

Caleb thrusts back inside you roughly, fucking your cervix. “You can't do that, you know? You've always belonged to me. Every part of you is mine, so no one else can touch you.” He cups your cheek, devouring your cries of pleasure with his mouth. “Just me... it's only me, right? I'm the person most important to you, right? You said so... So why are you bringing up another guy?”

He's asking questions, but he doesn't let you answer any of them, kissing you so much you almost can't breathe.

“Even though I'm in front of you...” Kiss. “Even when I'm the only one who loves you this much...” Kiss, kiss. “You're still thinking of another person...” Kiss, kiss, kiss. “That's hardly fair when you're all I think about everyday.” Another sloppy kiss.

You weakly push his chest, breaking away from the kiss. “Wait, Caleb—”

He pins your wrist to the bed. “I'm not stopping.”

“I'm not telling you to stop, I'm telling you to liste— ahh, haa, hnn!” The cock still ramming up your walls makes it much more difficult to speak, hammering against the sweet spot that makes your toes curl. “Fuck, ah— Caleb, listen to me!”

He hums as he sucks another hickey on your skin. “I am.”

You don't have it in you to argue even when he clearly isn't, trembling at the pleasure. The hand holding your wrist travels upwards to intertwine your fingers together, grounding you back to reality.

“Caleb, I was just— I didn't mean what I said...” you stammer, trying your best to speak without getting distracted. “I, mmh....! W-wouldn't do this with anyone else... haa... I just said that so you'd fuck me— ah, ah!”

He scoffs, slowing his pace when he sees you being overwhelmed. “You're just making excuses to get me to stop.”

“I'm not, you dummy! I...” your brows pinch together, embarrassed to say it but you continue anyway, “Caleb, you're the one I think of when I touch myself... nn... And I know it's wrong, and you only think of me as someone you should take care of, but, I, haah, I like it when you kiss me, or when you hug me, and I— gh! I like it when you fuck me hard, too, just like this...”

You move your hand to cup Caleb's jaw, admiring his awestruck expression. He looks at you like he's seeing you for the first time.

“I'm not telling you to stop,” you repeat yourself firmly. “I just wanted to say I didn't mean that thing I said earlier, and if it's you, you can do whatever you want to me. Because I love you just like how you love me, Caleb.”

His hips come to a complete stop. “Say that again.”

“I love you, Caleb.”

“Again.”

“I love you.”

“Again.”

“Okay, you're really pushing it, it's embarrassing to sa— aah!”

He grabs your hip, pulling you back to his cock. He fucks you frantically, harsh groans leaving his lips, your name like a prayer. “Fuck... you love me? You love... me?” The words seem unfamiliar on his tongue, heartbreakingly quiet. You squeeze your connected hands.

“I love you, Caleb. I really, really love you, I've loved you a long time ago...” you tilt his chin, making him meet your gaze. “Now say it back.”

“I love you,” he says with certainty, as if it's a fact of the universe. “I love you so much.” He buries his head into your neck, sucking new marks. “I love you... fuck... I love you so badly, it hurts...”

His cock drives deeper, the wet slaps of skin deafening in the room. Cum dribbles out of your hole with his thrusts, and he swipes it up to smear it on your engorged clit. Rub, rub. Rub, rub.

“Shit, Caleb!” You wail, rutting to his finger. “Everything feels so good, ah, ah!”

“You feel so good, too, aw, fuuuck...” he's melting inside you, your warm walls clenching around him so tight, sucking him back in every time he pulls out. “Your pussy keeps sucking me back in...!”

“Ah, hnahh, ngh, yes, like that, ah! I'm cumming, cumming!”

His balls draw tight, his cock about to burst. “Fuck, shit!” he fucks in, in, in, until he's filled every space in your cunt, thumb frantically rubbing at your clit. Clear liquid soaks his cock, wetting his pelvis, and he follows you in your release, shooting ropes of milky cum deep inside your pussy. “Fuck, ah, take my cock, take my fucking cum all the way in, ohh— take it deep in your womb—”

He keeps cumming, and cumming, and cumming. “It won't stop,” he moans against your ear, watching your hole overflowing with his semen. “Your pussy feels too good, it's sucking me dry...”

“Caleb, shit, how are you still— ohh, fuuck...” you whine as the last spurts of semen hit your torso, Caleb having pulled out and pumping his dick to cover you in his cum.

Finally emptied, Caleb collapses on the spot beside you, running a hand through his hair. “I need a shower,” he mutters, feeling the stickiness on his body.

“We need a shower,” you correct him. “I probably won't be able to walk for the next few days, all thanks to you, so you better take responsibility and carry me everywhere.”

Caleb laughs, light and airy, nothing like the dark tone he's been speaking in earlier. He pulls you to his chest, pressing chaste kisses all over your face. “Anything for the girl I love.”

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Innocent Birdcage

(more like visualized Bloodnight Blaze to me UwU)

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"I've got a feeling that now my hair's changed, you're going to start braiding it next."

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Sylus on his wedding day…. who can’t keep his eyes off of you as you walk down the aisle towards him, a vision of white so stunning that his breath is stolen right out of his lungs. The person that he had sworn his whole heart to over and over again, across countless lifetimes and against every tragic ending— his beloved, who he’s about to marry.

Sylus whose voice shakes just slightly when he says his wedding vows to you, struggling to keep his cool.

Sylus who, for the life of him, is fighting for his life to keep it together as he holds your hands in his, declaring his love to you— vowing himself to be yours for the rest of eternity. Whose voice cracks just slightly when he says I love you. Something in his chest is warm when he sees tears gather in your lashes— when he sees the love just as deep as his reflected in your eyes.

Sylus who kisses you before he’s even told to do so, heart racing so badly that he fears you might feel it trying to jump out of his chest— his hand trembles as he cups your cheek, drawing you in for a kiss that seals the rest of your lives together. Your lips are so soft against his, your body slotting against his like puzzle pieces finally reunited, and he almost falls to his knees when he feels you smiling into the kiss, when he feels your hands wrap around his neck and shoulders, pulling him down against you, just as eager to spend the rest of your life with him.

Sylus who kisses you once, twice more— again and again, until you’re laughing into his lips and your hands tangle in his hair, not another thought in his mind aside from the fact that from this day onwards, he’s your husband.

And oh, if you feel just the softest drops of rain that fall onto your cheeks, you say nothing about it. Instead, you smile, wipe the tears that gather in his lash line away with the pad of your thumb, and draw your husband into another kiss, sealing the two of you together for the rest of eternity.

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that boy is mine

synopsis: you see a girl getting a little too close to your boyfriend, he responds in kind.

character/s: zayne, xavier, rafayel, sylus

warning/s: sylus may or may not have killed someone, (y/n) isn't really involved

note/s: ty lia for the title idea ig

zayne:

internship season came once more as numerous medical interns lined up to be part of the prestigious akso hospital interns. you already knew that the next time you visit zayne, there would be a handful of interns in the hallway and in his office, hoping to learn a thing or two from the chief surgeon of the cardiac division.

“dr. zayne, can you pleeaase tell me more about the standard procedure before you enter a surgery, i don’t wanna mess it up.”

what you weren’t expecting to see was an ambitious college student trying to get in your boyfriend’s pants as she bats her eyelashes at him. you were delivering zayne’s lunch as it seemed to be a recurring event of him forgetting it at home. (but the both of you know that he intentionally does it because he knows you like visiting him at work and he likes that you warm up his food before delivering it to him.)

you stop right in front of the door that was slightly ajar, you knew at this time, it was his department’s lunch break and that the interns were either having a mental breakdown in the breakroom or eating outside, but this student seemed to think that this was the perfect opportunity to have your boyfriend’s attention one-on-one.

zayne pays her no mind as he reviews the upcoming surgery he has to do tomorrow. he clears his throat and responds in a monotone voice.

“pre-surgery procedures have already been discussed in your freshman year and have always been reiterated in the proceeding years. it is irresponsible to forget such vital preparations before surgery, must i discuss this with your university’s handler?”

the intern freezes in her tracks for a split second before she gathers her composure, you can see her breathe in, as if she was reassuring herself before she places her hands flat on zayne’s table, leaning her body forward, closer to zayne.

you see zayne look up at her and give her an unimpressed look. thinking that you were in his peripheral, you take a step back and hide yourself by the door.

“come on, dr. zayne.” the intern says, giggling a bit, “i’ve seen the way you look at me.” zayne cuts that statement before she could even respond.

“the only way i look at you is to ponder on how you think your internship evaluation will be reflected as body accessories and scents are not allowed in the workplace. and i’ve seen the numerous times your handler has told you off.” zayne says, eyes looking straight at her as if he were bored and done with the discussion.

“i would also like you to know that i have not shown any motive beyond professionalism toward you and your co-interns, if you still think that i am giving you special treatment or looking at you in a different way. i am not responsible for that but i would like to clarify that i am not, nor will i ever.” the intern stood up from her provocative position and stood to her height, zayne stayed seated, his piercing green eyes was unreadable as he stared dead straight into the intern’s eyes.

having enough of the show and feeling a little bad for the intern, you finally knock on the office door, snapping both zayne and the intern from the knife-cutting tension.

both of them looked at you, you smiled at zayne and you can see the way his shoulders relax at the sight of you holding his–hopefully still warm– lunch.

“you forgot your lunch at home.” you say as you enter the room. zayne looks at you as his lips quirk into a soft smile.

“thank you, love.” zayne wasn’t one to use pet names in public, especially not in his workplace. but he needed to drive a point home, he needed to make it clear that he was happily taken and his eyes are definitely not looking in a special way for anyone but you.

the intern stood there frozen as she watched zayne gingerly take the lunchbox from your hand and intertwine his with yours together.

“i–” the intern stutters as she takes a step back and pivots on her heel, running away from zayne’s office, leaving you and your boyfriend in his office as the door shuts on her way out.

“how much did you hear?” zayne asks, you hum teasingly “enough to hear that you look at her differently.” zayne scoffs at the amused tone in your voice. he stands up from his chair and tugs you in his arms.

“you’ve been here from the start yet let it go on for so long, you truly love drama, don’t you?” you give zayne a soft laugh as you pull away from his hug. “just wanted to see where it would go, i felt bad for the intern, that's why i stepped in.”

“shall i make her thank you for your kindness then?” you snort at zayne’s words.

“i doubt she’d even be able to look you in the eyes anymore, you were scary, zayne.”

“only you would be able to tell me i’m scary yet curl up against me like this, my love.”

“do you want me to let go of you?”

“i said no such thing.”

xavier:

with the influx of wanderers that were concerningly appearing in linkon, jenna decided that it was time to seek help from a distant squad and have double the hunters guarding the city. that entailed socializing with a completely new set of people— save for tara.

“(y/n)! isn’t this exciting?!” tara says as she links her arm with yours, a big smile on her face. you returned her enthusiasm, agreeing.

“although the squad merging’s reason isn’t ideal, i’m happy it’s your squad we’re collaborating with.” tara chuckles, slapping your shoulder. “you sound so robotic, is this what working with the big leagues made you?” you scoffed at her remark before the two of you headed to the training grounds.

as per jenna’s orders, the two squads were to train with each other just to gauge their level of skill. the two of you walked in and your eyes immediately landed on your boyfriend who was searching for your figure. you smiled at him before your eyes land onto a fellow hunter who seemed to be inching towards xavier every passing second.

“that’s tiffany…” your head turned towards tara who said quietly, watching the same scene that you were.

“she’s notorious for trying to sleep with the other hunters in our squad… it seems like this squad is no exception.” you looked at the hunter– tiffany, who seemed to be trying to subtly catch xavier’s attention but was futile in doing so as your boyfriend walked towards you with a small smile on his face.

“there you are.” xavier greets before he looks at the company beside you, nodding his head to tara in greeting.

“hi xavier! isn’t it so cool that we’re collaborating?” tara bantered and xavier looked at you with a confused gaze. “why is she so excited?” tara scoffs. “i’m right here.” you chuckled at tara’s failed attempt in conversation.

before you could start another conversation, jenna’s commanding voice caught all your attention as all the hunters stood straight.

“today’s training is simple. pair up and spar. this will help gauge what you lack as a hunter.” jenna explains. “team up with the opposite squad. you have two minutes.”

xavier looks at you and tara before he sighs. “i’m guessing you’re taking my girlfriend?” tara grins sheepishly.

“exactly, know your place, xavi-boy!” xavier rolled his eyes and before he could turn around to look for a sparring partner, a hand darted to his arm. the three of you looked at the source and were not even that surprised to see that it was tiffany with a sly smile on her face.

“xavier, right?” tiffany asks, xavier offers her no response but a nod, trying to take his arm away from her. “i barely know anyone here and i don’t have a partner yet… can we pleaaase be partners?” tiffany pouts, tightening her grip and you had to hold back a laugh at how pitchy tiffany’s voice was getting.

“(y/n) can be your sparring partner!” tara cuts in, a smile on her face. “she’s xavier’s girlfriend and is on par with his abilities, xavier and i placed a bet on this session’s sparring.” tara lies about the last part, not wanting tiffany to try and leech her way into her best friend’s boyfriend.

tiffany finally acknowledges you with a look-over. her piercing eyes scanned you from head to toe, a look of disgust on her face before she scoffs and turns back to xavier.

“that’s your girlfriend?” she asks xavier and you raised a brow at her, offended. xavier, not liking the tone in her voice, only nods before she sighs almost as if she were disappointed..

“eh, but the other UNICORNS hunters told me that xavier was the best hunter in the squad, how do i learn if not from the best?” your eye twitches but you offer no response as you locked eyes with xavier. as if there was a telepathic conversation, he nods and turns to tiffany.

“okay.” he says, “i’ll spar with you.” he takes his arm away from his grip before he walks away and you almost rolled your eyes at the look of victory that tiffany held when she looked back at you before trailing after your boyfriend. if tiffany had a tail, it would’ve been wagging by now.

“you really just let her steal your man like that?” you giggle at tara’s words. “there’s a reason why no one wanted to partner up with xavier even though he’s the best hunter in the squad.” tara tilts her head, confused but you didn’t say anything else as you gave her a smile.

“so, should we start training?”

training went on as normal as you and tara were locked in, trying to dodge each other’s attacks.

“xavieeer, help me with my form!” you and tara stopped, looking at each other before looking at the scene in front of you, noticing your surroundings, you see your fellow hunters stop their training just to watch the sight tiffany set.

“how am i supposed to be a great hunter if you won’t help me, please?” tiffany bats her eyes and you weren’t sure how long xavier was holding it in but he snaps.

“you have been part of the association for a long time but how is it that you don’t know how to wield your sword? not only that but your movements are sloppy. terrible. i’m quite surprised you have not been wanderer fodder yet.” xavier says in his cool voice, devoid of emotion. which hits tiffany in a way that she didn’t expect.

xavier wanted nothing to do with her and it was finally dawning upon her.

“not to mention your arrogant attitude, in the battlefield where life and death is in one mere swipe of a sword. do you expect your teammates to save you with your current attitude?” xavier sheaths his sword back to its casing before he turns around.

“do better. training with someone like you is not worth my time.”

xavier walks over to you as jenna calls for a break, the hunters whisper amongst themselves as tiffany runs out the training grounds.

“you didn’t have to be mean, xav.” you say as xavier faces you, hands on your waist as he leans his head on your shoulder.

“and let her talk to you the way she did? definitely not.”

tiffany did not return to training and the next thing you’ve heard about her was that she asked to be transferred to a different squad.

xavier truly is scary if someone dares to belittle you.

you could just imagine the pout on rafayel’s face as he types back a myriad of sad emojis and messages telling you to stay safe and that you owe him. he’s getting bored of the exhibit. he’s stared at these paintings from days on end, scrutinizing every small detail to ensure that his vision is well received. what he wanted at the moment was to stare at you appreciating his paintings.

rafayel:

you: i’m really sorry i can’t attend today’s exhibition

you: wanderer fluctuations are still scattered around the area

you: the earliest i can go back is probably the next day, but i’ll be back as soon as i can i promise!

but what he didn’t know was that you just parked your car outside and was planning to surprise him. your plan was to lower down his guard and surprise him with a bouquet of his favorite flowers and you wore the dress that he picked for you (prior to him finding out that you were not able to attend)

thomas was outside the building, waiting for you with his arms crossed. once he sees you with the bouquet in your arms, he gives you an amused smirk.

“trying to win over the boyfriend? just so you know. he’s in an extra sour mood because of the text you sent.” you groaned, embarrassed.

“you saw that?”

“rafayel showed it to me and asked if i could believe it, and has been severely pouty all throughout the day.“ thomas sighs, feeling a headache start. “i am severely underpaid for all this” you snort out a laugh at thomas’ distress as the two of you made your way to the exhibit.

it was pretty packed, with all tourists and gallery goers clamoring over rafayel’s new pieces. you tried blending in with the crowd while subtly searching for your lemurian boyfriend as he didn’t seem to be on the floor you were on.

“he’s by the second floor, look.” thomas subtly points to the mezzanine, where you could see rafayel looking down on his gallery, his head resting on his hand that was perched on top of his folded arms on the railings.

“use the longer way, he might see you if you use the shorter one…” thomas said and you agreed.

“thanks for the help, thomas!”

thomas responds in a dramatic way, tone exasperated. “please just cheer him up so i can sell more of his pieces. i need to sell to fund his habits.” you laughed at that before you nodded and headed up.

the longer route wasn’t a challenge whatsoever as stealth was a skill you learned as a hunter, you were planning to run up to him and surprise him, however the tables turned on you as you saw him talking to a woman. from rafayel’s body language, you knew that he was irritable and that the woman seemed to be only making it worse for him as you stepped closer to try and eavesdrop on their conversation.

“i thought the great rafayel only painted landscapes? how come your work entitled ethereal depicts a woman?”

“i was inspired. it’s an abstract painting. you can think of it as you like.” rafayel answers in a clipped way. unbeknownst to you, the entire time that he was in the gallery, he was trying to get away from that woman as she has always followed his galleries around, claiming to be a fan of his work. but it was obvious to anyone else that she wanted to get with rafayel and the lemurian was simply not interested. and he’s told her that, multiple times.

“come on, rafayel. there’s no need to be shy! i know you painted that with me in mind.” she says as she leans on the railing, inching closer to him. rafayel immediately turns to her with a disgusted look.

“i don’t even know who you are.”

“we can change that.”

“i am not interested in you and i have a girlfriend.” rafayel stresses the last sentence out as he makes space between the two of them.

“she doesn’t need to know.” the woman tries placing a hand on rafayel’s arm, only for him to push it away mid-air. rafayel was appalled by the sheer audacity of the woman.

“you are disgusting.” rafayel said, coldly. “i don’t know where you got the impression that i’d even glance at your direction or even think that the painting was meant for you when you are nowhere near my girlfriend’s level.” he continues.

you cleared your throat, trying to de escalate the tension as the woman looked almost in tears. rafayel’s head turns to the sound, shoulders loosening as he takes in your appearance.

without sparing another glance at the woman, he walks quickly to you and envelopes you in a tight hug, the bouquet in your arms getting squished against your chests.

“you lied to me?!” rafayel says as he pulls away, face forming into a pout as you scoff. “lying is such a harsh term, i’d say i was playing a prank on you.”

“that was a terrible prank.” rafayel says. “if you were here earlier then my bodyguard would’ve been able to protect me.” you laughed at his words.

“what would you even need protecting of?”

“just now you saw someone unauthorized try to touch me. ms.bodyguard, your sensing skills are waaaay off. you didn’t even spring into action!” he references the woman and you pull away to check the railings and see that the woman was nowhere in sight, she probably left when rafayel pulled you to his arms.

“i don’t see her anymore.”

“see! your presence scared her away.”

“that does not sound like a compliment, raf.” “it’s not. you made me wait for you.”

“raf, you’re so petty!”

“nuh uh!”

it’s safe to say that rafayel seeing you has boosted his mood significantly and that thomas was able to sell all rafayel’s pieces without the aforementioned being difficult. you learned your lesson, you now know not to prank him before an exhibition.

sylus:

you had no idea why you were even there in the first place. it wasn’t as if this was one of your missions that you had to be undercover, no, it was simply sylus demanding that you go with him to a deal that you had no interest in going to.

“chin up, sweetie. frowning doesn’t look good on you.” sylus says, not even looking at you as he walks in long strides, causing you to roll your eyes as you are forced to keep up with his pace.

“i’m about to turn downright hideous, sylus. i don’t want to be here.” you say under your breath and you hear sylus chuckle.

“nonsense. you look ethereal no matter what.” he says, smoothly. as if his words didn’t ignite a fiery warmth on your cheeks.

before you could even retort, sylus stops in front of the double doors where the deal would take place in.

“we’re here, sweetie.” wordlessly, sylus catches you off guard as one of his arms wrap around your waist, pulling you flush against him. “stay close to me.” was all he said before luke and kieran pushed the doors open. you couldn’t even peel him away even if you tried because his hold on your waist was in no way relenting as his presence commanded the room.

from your perspective, you could see the plethora of protocores in a neat order, one of them was under a glass barrier, in the middle of the room as if it were the pièce de résistance of the entire building and most likely, that was the protocore that sylus had his eye on.

“sylus! it’s good to see you.” you silently counted all the people in the room. you, sylus, luke, kieran, the man in front of you and… the one woman behind the boss’ chair that was staring at sylus with a sultry expression.

you raised your brow, silent. clearly, the woman can see sylus’ hand wrapped around waist, right? the woman’s eyes flit towards yours before she gives you one look-over, eyes stopping at sylus’ big hand on your waist before she looks at you with a hint of disgust–or jealousy, you couldn’t tell.

sylus gestures for you to sit on the couch as he sits beside you, one hand on your knee as he talks business with the man– who you learned was named sherman.

the woman, who sherman introduced as sarah, was his stepdaughter and he didn’t expect that she would be tagging along to his business meeting but who could blame her? hearing your stepfather meeting up with the big bad leader of onychinus was something she couldn’t pass up. but sarah didn’t expect that sylus would be bringing you, the plans of her seducing the onychinus leader almost went up in flames right then and there. almost.

she looked at sylus who had yet to spare a glance at her, the couch that the two of you occupied had room for her to squeeze in, so she did, with no shame whatsoever.

sylus paid her no mind as he kept stroking your knee, pulling you even closer that one of your legs was on his thigh.

“i have more of these high quality protocores in my office. let me go get them.” sherman says as he steps to leave the room. luke and kieran follows, ensuring that no shady business were to happen.

once the massive doors clicked to a close, sarah wasted no time in chatting sylus up. at first, it was the normal “getting to know” questions that sylus answered in a clipped way, taking note that whenever you tried to answer as well, she cuts you off.

“i’m free after this business deal… do you wanna take me out?” sarah asks, giggling as if she asked a ridiculous question.

“i’m right here.” you answered, done with all her advances on your lover. sylus smirks but drops it as sarah disrespected you once again.

“i didn’t ask.”

sherman returns, a smile on his face as he is a step closer in sealing a deal with the leader of onychinus.

“the deal is off.” sylus says, standing up from the couch, you followed his actions and walked over to luke and kieran who placed the protocores down in a careless fashion.

“w-what?” sherman stutters as he looks into sylus’ glowing red eye– a terrible choice. sylus clicks his tongue before he raises one of his hands, evol accumulating in his palm.

“m-mr. sylus! i– she can apologize! we’ll be better, i promise!” sherman says, getting on his knees as he begs for his life. sarah follows suit immediately, eyes widened in an innocent way as she apologizes in an almost insincere way.

sylus uses his evol to take the protocore that was protected by the glass barrier, huffing out a sarcastic laugh as the protocore fluctuated in his hand– definitely faulty.

“not only did you attempt to sell me faulty protocores, but you even had the gall to disrespect my lover right in front of me. the deal is off.” he repeats before he uses his evol to pin him down, a remote with a detonator in his hands as he walks away, the three of you following him as you left the building, desensitized to the blubbering sobs and apologies that you heard before you left.

after the building inevitably explodes, you couldn’t help but ask.

“why did you bother bringing me there if you already knew that the protocores were faulty?” you asked sylus as he smirks and runs a finger down your cheek.

“to be kind, kitten.” “huh?”

“aren’t i kind enough to let them see the visual of an angel before they fall into hell?”

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size training with sylus

where you’re size training on Sylus’s dick. ❤️

genre/warnings: smut, pwp, big dick!sylus, size training, size kink, dear god sylus and his fat cock, breeding kink, unprotected sex, pet names, dacryphilia, it’s just sylus brain rot ❤️

w/c: 2K

a/n: I’m on Love & Deepspace fic tumblr! 😮 hope I’ll be welcomed nicely here haha. As a peace offering, this is my present to everyone (and especially the Sylus girlies)!

You shift your body slightly, trying to make yourself comfortable, on top of taking slow breaths, your heart fluttering at Sylus's soft voice coaxing you.

"That's it. Take it slowly, kitten", his voice slow and deep in your ears. But you don't see the way he's shutting his eyes and biting his inner cheek every time you squeeze around him. He's trying to pace his breathing as well, but it feels so fucking good.

You whine softly against his bare chest, his heat radiating off you, his slender fingers stroking your hair slowly, and his other hand drawing soothing circles on your thighs.

You don’t remember how it started, but your thoughts start to drift, recalling the times your mind would float whenever Sylus had his lips on yours with you straddling on his thick thighs. He would devour you, painfully slowly because he knows that’s what riles you up, and he definitely enjoys listening to your whimpers, your non-verbal pleas for him to do more to you. He’d make sure your lips are wet and messy once he’s done with you, his touches teasing and light against your skin. Sylus secretly wants you to beg for it, because he knows that he’d give in to you in a heartbeat. His fingers would cup yours that were on his chest, and the look he would give you reset all the butterflies in your stomach. You would feel his thick erection, hidden under the thin silk black bathrobe he’d always wear against your clothed pussy, and dear god, he’s so fucking big. But before you could ask, Sylus would trail his fingers to tease your wet clit and pussy, soaking in your adorable reactions he swears is enough to get him off, erasing the question of wanting him to fuck you off your brain when the pleasure from his fingers tingles through your body.

Sylus doesn’t pride himself as a generous being, but he thinks he’s always generous enough for you. He realises he enjoys having his face in between your legs, making you squirm, listening to you sob when he overstimulates you with his tongue, making sure his tongue presses and grazes fully on your clit while he listens to you fall apart, his crimson eyes locked onto you while he holds you down to take whatever he’s giving you.

He’s good at distracting you like that whenever you want to bring up the question of fucking.

This time though? Through your wet lashes from the overstimulation and hazy thoughts, all you were craving for was just to be fucked stupid by Sylus. Your hand reached out and pushed against his head. Sylus pulled back slightly, confused for a moment.

“What is it, sweetie?” He paused, his hands trailing up and down your thighs.

Your mind slowly clears, but your pussy is still pulsing from him tongue fucking you.

“Need you to fuck me, Sylus. Please. I don’t think I can take it any longer.”

Sylus is momentarily taken aback by your demand, but he realises he can’t keep holding it off, mostly because there’s only so much longer he’s able to hold back, especially when you’re begging for him like that.

“I don’t think-“

“I can take it”, you muttered stubbornly, yanking your partner towards you. You shift yourself above him, straddling his thighs, just shy of his appendage.

As much as your determination is endearing, Sylus knows your comfort should come first. And he knows very well that his cock isn’t gonna fit into you in one go, so he decides to let you gauge it for yourself—putting your hands into the string of his robe, gesturing you to loosen it.

And you do, your gaze flickering from his cool expression to his silk robe sliding off his body when you untie the string.

You swallow hard when his cock comes into view—thick, long and heavy, the tip red with a wet sheen of precum. Yeah, that’s definitely not gonna fit in you in one go. You and him solely being just wet enough wasn’t going to cut it.

Nonetheless, you’re still determined. Your eyes meet his gaze and an idea pops into his head.

He intertwines his fingers with yours.

“Tell you what, sweetie. I’ll fit into you slowly. Doesn’t matter how much you can take, I just want to make sure you’re comfortable when you’re doing so.”

“But-“

He presses his lips on the back of your hand.

“I’ll be fine. You trust me, right?”

You nod, watching the way his eyes soften before you.

So there you are, lying on your side, facing Sylus, your cunt trying to adjust to his cock as he stretches you open. It’s been a couple of days since you’ve been size training with your partner. It started off with getting his cockhead in, and that was already making you hitch your breath. Then inch by inch he sinks into you from then. He’d let you cock warm him like that and it never failed to leave you so full one session after the next.

It’d been seven days, and you barely pushed through three-quarters of his girth. Initially, Sylus still could tease you while you tried to take his cock, but as he sunk deeper into you after each session, it started getting harder for him to maintain his composure—every twitch, every squeeze—had him digging his fingers into his palm, clenching against his silk pillow and breathing a little harder.

He huffs once more when he feels you clench around his cock.

“If you’re gonna keep clenching around me like that, Kitten, I don’t think I’ll be able to handle it.”

You glance up, watching the way Sylus’s platinum hair becoming a tousled mess against the pillow. His crimson eyes cast to meet yours, his lips pulled into a slight frown.

“I can’t help it”, you reply, suddenly feeling self-conscious.

You hear Sylus hiss slightly once more when he twitches inside you.

“Do you think you could fit another inch in?” It almost comes off as a beg.

You inhale shakily, shifting yourself further downwards, taking another inch of his cock. The both of you gasp at the sensation.

You freeze at the thickness. How far down are you already?

“You’re almost all the way in, Kitten”, Sylus whispers, almost as if he heard your thoughts. His breathing is growing heavier by the second, and he’s forcing himself to hold back from just thrusting the remainder of his cock in. It’s dangling over him like his favourite prey.

His thumb strokes against yours, trying to distract you from the pressure on top of pressing your forehead with kisses, singing you soft praises.

Your mind is gradually turning more hazy with Sylus’s cock taking up the majority of your thoughts, on top of his body soap that’s been creeping into your olfactory senses. The more Sylus inches his cock into you, the more he’s pressing onto your g-spot, and the more it’s starting to make you see stars whenever you blink. You’re growing so sensitive that you’re feeling every throb Sylus’s cock is giving you.

Your hand is on his arm, trying to ground yourself from the slight soreness. Another strained whimper when Sylus pushes him deeper into your pussy. Slick leaks from your pussy and it doesn’t go unnoticed by Sylus.

Another kiss to your temple, another circle drawing session on your thigh.

“Do you want me to go all the way in?”

Your toes curl.

“I can take it.”

So Sylus inches his cock right to the hilt, knocking the wind out of you.

Tears are prickling at the corner of your eyes, but oh god you do feel so good.

“How are you feeling, sweetie?”

You hiccup softly. “So full.”

He chuckles. “Such a good girl.” The vibrations of his light laughter only press his tip further onto your g-spot, and it’s making your thighs shake from the impending orgasm.

“D-don’t move so much, Sylus. You’re gonna make me—“ you try to bury your head into his chest but he stops you with his fingers in your chin.

“Make you what?”

He intentionally shifts, and his cockhead hits your sensitive spots again, sending fireworks into your eyelids, and a strained moan. Sylus seems to enjoy your reactions, because then he flips you to your back, his large frame looming over you, forcing you to look up at him with your legs folded, and still with his cock in you.

Oh no.

Sylus looks down at you with the faintest glint of softness in his eyes before it completely disappears, now just hunger seeping through the red.

“Sylus!-“ you gasp, his fullness penetrating into you again, this time easily, considering the wet and sopping mess you’ve made around his cock.

He only hums in reply, then pulling out slightly before he pushes into you again. He’s found your sweet spots, and he’s not letting it go that easily.

The knot in your stomach pulls tight, and it’s making you tear up in sheer pleasure. You’re barely able to meet Sylus’s eyes, not when he’s fucking into you and has your head thrown back while you’re fighting to keep your eyelids open.

It builds and builds. Sylus probably realises it from how much you’re just pulsing on his cock. His thumb rests at the corner of your lips and you let him slip in, your glazed out eyes meeting his. It makes his heart flutter when you’re completely undone like this for him, but he’ll never admit it, at least, not yet.

“Gonna cum. Fuck, it’s so much, Sylus-“ you whimper before your mind completely melts away.

“Release all you want on me, sweetie. That’s my good girl.”

That’s enough to send you over the edge—your orgasm hitting you like waves, tingling through your body like electricity, the pleasure eating you up over and over again. Sylus watches affectionately while you fall apart on his cock—the way you’re writhing and squirming, the way his name leaves your lips after every moan, the way your pussy creams so much on his cock. He thinks he’s doomed because he never gonna get enough.

“Looks like a little kitten made a mess”, Sylus teases. He watches the way cream pools at the base of his cock when he pulls out slightly, only to thrust back into you again. His eyes flutter shut at the tight warmth eating him up, groans replacing his words.

“Now, can I make a mess in you?”

Your watery eyes meet his, and he’s equally about to lose all composure. You cup his cheeks, taking him by surprise, before giving him a quick peck on the corner of his lips, and then you nod. Said corner of his lips lift in satisfaction at your approval.

He’s just ready to ruin you.

His strokes become more heavy, the overstimulation shutting your brain off. Nothing but pleasure is surging through your nerves now. You’re even holding up your legs so Sylus can fuck you deeper.

“Now be a good girl and take all of it”, he mutters huskily, burying his face against the crook of your neck, his eyes snapped shut and his eyebrows furrowed.

Despite the fact that you don’t get to see the way Sylus’s face contorts in pleasure when his orgasm hits him, his groans right in your ears serve you satisfied for now while thick white spurts into your abused pussy, filling you up all the way, some seeping past your plugged hole.

You don’t realise how much you’ve clawed down Sylus’s back while he was emptying himself into you.

Well, he doesn’t need to know anyway.

Sylus stays above you for a moment, the both of you catching your breaths. He still has the energy to plant more bites on your neck while you stroke his hair.

He pulls back to look at your face properly, and all you can think of is how fucking good he looks post-fuck—messy, sweaty, and so fucking delicious-looking. His fingers brush away your strands of hair, and his thumb caresses your bottom lip.

“You’re truly gonna be the death of me, sweetie.”

#kira's recs ⋆｡˚#love and deep space sylus

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