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attapullman · 1 year ago

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Poor Bobby just tryna spread some Christmas cheer 😭 and is it really a gift exchange if there isn’t one sex toy?

The Gift Exchange I Top Gun Dagger Squad edition

Summary: The Dagger squad celebrates Christmas with their annual gift exchange.

Warnings: Fluff, humor, adult banter

Length: 1000 words

Pairing: a mention of Rooster x girlfriend

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It was Christmas Eve, and time for the annual Secret Santa gift exchange before everyone dispersed to spend Christmas Day with their families. The Dagger squad met up at Bob's house with bottles of wine, along with their gifts.

"Welcome! Happy Holidays!" Bob greeted all of the aviators as they arrived. His jolly Santa hat was perched on his head. "Drinks and snacks are in the kitchen."

Phoenix kissed his cheek, making him blush, before she and Fanboy made their way to the kitchen.

"Should we raise the limit on how much we're allowed to spend on gifts for next year?" Phoenix asked, opening a bottle of wine. "Twenty bucks doesn't really seem like a lot when I always end up having to buy something for the most high maintenance one of you."

"Oh, you got Hangman?" Fanboy asked, pouring himself a glass of wine.

"Of course I got Bagman. I get him every year!" Phoenix complained. "Who did you get?"

"Coyote," Fanboy whispered to her. "And I never know what to get for him!"

Rooster and Payback wandered into the kitchen, grabbing drinks from the fridge. "Bob wants to open presents soon," Rooster said. "But I told him I'm going to need a few drinks first. This gift exchange never ends well."

"For real," Payback chimed in. "Why do we even do it?"

"To celebrate the spirit of Christmas! Ho Ho Ho!" Bob exclaimed. "Let's all go into the living room and exchange gifts!"

"Fine," Phoenix agreed, grabbing her expertly wrapped gift and taking it in. She sat on the floor between Rooster and Coyote, and she chugged her glass of wine.

"Last year, Coyote got me deodorant," Payback said. "The gifts this year couldn't be as bad as that."

"You needed it," the others all said in unison, but Payback just rolled his eyes.

"I'll go first!" Bob said, cheerfully handing a red and silver wrapped gift covered in glitter to Fanboy. "Merry Christmas!"

Fanboy took the gift with a smile. "Thanks, Bob," he said as he unwrapped it. But then his smile turned to a frown. "How many times do I have to tell you guys... I like Star Wars! Not Star Trek!"

"Sorry, I don't actually know the difference..." Bob said with a grimace.

Fanboy held up the Klingon action figure. "Oh well, I can probably glue on some felt and turn him into a Wookiee. Here, Coyote."

He tossed a gift bag to Coyote, and a plunger fell out onto his lap. "Seriously? It was just that one time, man!"

"You broke the damn toilet," Rooster said. "The locker room has never been the same."

"Yeah," Hangman agreed. "Great gift for you, honestly."

"Whatever," Coyote groaned, setting the plunger down and passing a gift to Payback. "Merry Christmas," he mumbled.

"Thanks," Payback said, unwrapping a pair of sunglasses. "Dude, I gave these to you for your birthday."

Coyote just shrugged. "I guess they actually are better than a plunger. Wanna trade?"

"No, thank you," Payback said, passing a box of condoms to Phoenix. "Sorry, I didn't have wrapping paper."

"What am I supposed to do with these?" she asked, cautiously taking the box from him. Rooster and Hangman were absolutely cracking up.

Payback just gaped at her. "Uh, have sex without getting pregnant?"

"I'm dating a girl, dickhead," she replied, looking around at the dumbest group of men she had ever seen.

"Ohhh, right. Right," Payback said, suddenly understanding his error. "Well if you don't want them, I'll take them."

"Sure, whatever," Phoenix mumbled, handing the condoms back to him. "Here Bagman, this is for you."

Hangman carefully tore into the gold and green paper, smiling brilliantly when he held up the gift Phoenix got for him. "A Malibu Ken doll! Looks exactly like me! Thanks, Phoenix!"

"You're welcome," she replied with a smirk, pouring some more wine.

Hangman procured a wrapped box from behind his back and passed it to Rooster. "Now, Rooster, I did have to go above the twenty dollar limit, but your girlfriend was begging me to get this for you." He was already laughing before Rooster even opened it.

Rooster looked at him with narrowed eyes as he unwrapped the box revealing an enormous purple dildo. "She did not ask you to buy this!" Rooster took it out and waved it around, and the others joined in with Hangman's laughter. "Nobody needs nine inches!"

Hangman and the others were still laughing when Rooster passed Bob his gift.

"Merry fucking Christmas," Rooster said, still brandishing the dildo at anyone who dared to laugh.

"Did you get me a 5-pack of beer?" Bob asked Rooster. "What happened to the sixth one?"

Rooster shrugged. "I got thirsty earlier."

Bob timidly asked, "Doesn't anyone here remember that I don't drink?"

"Oh, right. Well, hand them right back, my friend," Rooster told him, and he sat cradling the 5-pack and the dildo in his arms. "I'll take care of them for you."

"Why do we even bother doing this?" Phoenix asked. "We could all just go out for burgers together or something with our twenty dollars."

"It's the season for giving!" Bob tried to say, but everyone else just stood and started gathering up the gifts. He felt his smile falter a bit, feeling a little sad that he was the only one who loved the annual gift exchange.

But Bob watched as everyone shared a hug, genuinely wishing each other a happy holiday.

"Have fun with your nephews!"

"See you at the Hard Deck on New Year's Eve?"

"Bring some of that homemade pie back from Lemoore."

"Make sure you hug your mom for me!"

"Merry Christmas, Bob!" Everyone called as they left his house.

His heart felt full as he cleaned up the wrapping paper, wine glasses, and the purple dildo.

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v3lary0ns · 4 months ago

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When the Light Shines Down

Modern Jacaerys Targaryen x fem!reader

(small snippet? football = soccer fo us american out there)

summary — With a recently broken heart, Jace has convinced himself that loving again is a death sentence. Then his mother hires a new babysitter for his little brothers and, bit by but, the light begins to shine for them.

Jacaerys felt like the world sat on his shoulders—both literally and figuratively—as he jammed his key into the lock of his home and made his way inside. His football bag was heavy as he dumped it in the parlor and kicked off his shoes. His mind was a mess as he shuffled into the house with aching muscles and a possibly bruised rib. He tried to wipe the caked-on grime from his hair as he replayed all the ways today went wrong.

He had tried to keep things from blowing up in his face today by keeping his head down and shutting up. He hardly spoke to anyone—completely abnormal, he was a chatterbox on the best of days—and worked to keep his distance from Sara and her band of hooligans. He had just wanted one day where his breakup hadn’t been brought up. One fucking day, but she had searched him out while he was walking to practice and gotten to him like she always did.

He had a weakness for women who had shitty circumstances. She was his best friend's sister, a child of an affair, and he had found himself in a I can fix her mindset before the month was over. He spent almost two years gripping onto a relationship that was built on foundations of sand. She was jealous, controlling, and so good at crying when she wanted people to feel bad for her. He hated that it took him so long to realize their relationship was unhealthy. He hated that he had fallen in love with her before he realized.

Now he was stuck with the aftermath. An ex who was now desperate to get back together with him, bombarding him when he really didn’t need to be thinking about her words. He was upset with himself for thinking so intently about Sara and her desperation to get back together that he had screwed up in practice. His mind had been so consumed with the way she had gripped onto his shirt and kissed him like the world was ending, and the way he had let her, that he had missed a pass and tripped into the stands. Effectively fucking his ribs up. What sort of captain does that?

Gods, he had groaned, why does this have to be so hard?

Cregan had answered in his brusque bass voice with, Because you fell in love and now she misses someone loving her.

Now he was facing the consequences of thinking too hard during practice with the dull pain in his lung everytime he breathed. He turned as a door in the house opened somewhere, the giggling of his little brother catching his ears as he ran around. “Hey!” came a woman’s laugh, and his brow furrowed, it didn’t sound like his mom. “Come back here silly! You forgot your shirt!”

He made his way into the living room to see Joffrey jumping on the couch in his sleep pants, a wicked grin on his chubby cheeks. “You can’t catch me!” He laughs, bouncing from cushion to cushion. His curls were wet and messy and they dropped water on the cushions—he assumed the other two were asleep based on the fact they weren’t chasing Joff around—as he bounced with each giggle. “You can’t catch me miss!”

“You wanna bet, pipsqueak?” The voice was gentle, yet full of happiness and laughter, mirth covered by the boy's giggles. He couldn’t get a glimpse of you before you jump across the living room and almost tackle the little boy into the couch. Joff nearly screams as he laughs, and Jace watches as you begin to mercilessly tickle his brother. “What were you saying? I can't hear you!”

It was a struggle getting the boy into his fire themed sleep shirt but somehow, he watches as you manage to wrangle the most unruly of his brothers. Giggles and laughter chasing you the entire way as you finally lift him off the couch— seemingly much stronger than you look—and spin him in a circle. Eventually setting the boy down from your whirlwind.

Once Joff regains his balance he finally catches sight of his eldest brother. “Jay!” he yells, moving to dart into the older boy's arms. “I missed you!”

Jace hisses in pain for a moment as Joffrey rams his head straight into the rib he had busted. He slaps a smile onto his face instead and bends down to his brother's height. “Hey Joff, having fun?” There was just a small strain of pain in his voice; his brother was too excited to pick up on it.

“Mhm! We played dragons and had a yummy loaded potato soup for dinner, she had us play a cleaning game and gave us yummy food when we did good, and then she let me help her read Aegon and Viserys to sleep!” He grins, pointing over to you with a happy smile on his face. “She’s the coolest babysitter ever!”

With a grin he messed with Joffrey’s hair before looking up at you. He had expected someone… less? Someone who didn’t have pretty eyes and a gentle smile, hair perfectly framing your pretty face while it was disheveled and messy from hours of playing. Somehow, you wore an average shirt and busted up pants so well that he forgot they probably cost less than his shoes. There was no arrogant set to your face that most people around him seemed to have. Just eyes that gave way to a thousand stars and lips pressed with rose petals.

“Hi… you must be Jace.” You speak softly, and even your voice is gentle as a lover's caress. His throat seemed to close and his mouth dried as he looked up at you. Fucking hell, he thinks. His mind flips at the way your words were lilted and breathy, the way you said his name.

Your name came to his mind easily— he had seen you in the halls on campus, but never so close. He regretted never approaching you when he had the chance, now he was seeing you for the first time. While his heart laid amongst the barren wasteland locked up in his chest. The battlefield of his previous attempt at love left scarred across the insides of his ribs, like a beast clawing its way out. Fuck my life, he groans in his mind. “Yeah,” he chokes in a whisper. “That’s me.”

Your answering smile was radiant, blinding him and his gloomy thoughts for a moment. He was like a meteorite caught in your orbit all too quickly. The lonely expanse of space is suddenly lost on him as you sweep him up with your eyes and warm him with your smile. “Captain of the football team.” You say, the fact rolling off your tongue easily. Your eyes trail down to his side, the exact spot he had hurt himself and Joffrey rammed his head into. It was licking flames of pain up his side. “Poli-sci major?”

His lips lift into a small smile. “Are you stalking me?”

You scoff and roll your eyes, crossing your arms and shaking your head with a smile. “You wish, Targaryen. You’re just hard to miss.”

I WILL CRY IF THIS SUCKS PLEASE DONT BE MEAN !!

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xoxo-sarah · 1 month ago

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Can I make a request with Stevie. But basically she has extreme trust issues, but is good at hiding it or making jokes about it. But basically they are friends and when they make plans something comes up and he can’t make it, but she over thinks it and just assumes he doesn’t want to hang out with her so she tells him, “its okay if you don’t want to hang out I get it” or she always get surprised when he actually comes over even tho he said he was going to and stuff like that. Just constantly not believing anything he says and it’s nothing about him more about her trying to protect her self from getting hurt.because when you expect nothing you don’t get as disappointed. Anyways it ends happy maybe he gets frustrated with her and boom frustrated love confession (as you can see I love those)

Expect Nothing & Never Get Hurt

↝a/n: this might be a little short and rushed, but I wanted to get something out before I become too swamped with exams and such. I hope you enjoy, and thank you for requesting! I love your requests. 🩷🩷🩷

↝pairing: Steve Harrington x fem!reader

↝warning: trust issues, not proofread

|| Disclaimer: I do not own Steve Harrington, or any character from Stranger Things. I only own y/n and any characters I create with my own brain. ||

↝⎙ 12.7.24

Steve had always been a good friend to you, but you couldn't help the nagging feeling that he would eventually let you down. It only became worse when he asked you out. It ate at you. It wasn't his fault; it was just how you were wired. You had learned to mask your trust issues with humor, making jokes about your skepticism, but deep down, it was always there. Steve saw it.

"Hey, Steve, we still on for tonight?" You asked, trying to sound casual in the phone. You twirled the cord between your fingers, waiting for an answer.

"Of course. I'll pick you up at eight," he replied, you could hear his charming smile in his voice. It made a smile come to your own face. "See you later, gorgeous."

Eight o'clock came, and Steve was nowhere to be found, you felt the familiar sting of disappointment.

You tried to shake it off, telling yourself that something important must have come up. Before your thoughts could wonder even more, the house phone rang. You quickly made your way to it, your heart sinking. "Hey," Steve's said on the other end. You could hear the guilt in his voice.

Steve trailed off, seemingly getting distracted with whatever was on the other side of the phone. He brought the phone back to his ear, eyes still trained on the group of kids in Family Video, who had came in right before close, with the amount of energy Steve could only wish to have at his age.

"Sorry, something came up. Can we reschedule?"

"It's okay if you don't want to hang out. I get it," you replied after a moment of silence. Silence wasn't the best for a wondering mind. But you tried to sound nonchalant.

Steve was quick to respond, "No, it's not like that. I really want to hang out. Just had something unexpected." He glanced up, watching Robin scold the group of kids for knocking over a pile of movie tapes. The kids thought the whole thing was funny. It wasn't, not really. Steve and Robin only wanted to close up and go home. They had the next day off. Robin planned on sleeping the whole day and Steve planned on spending his free time with you. But the night couldn't end fast enough. The plans Steve had originally had would fall through with how late it was getting.

You sighed, mind racing with doubts. You cleared your throat, shoulders sagging, "Yeah, no. I get it. I'll see you...later, I guess. Bye."

Steve didn't have the time to respond before you hang up. He put the phone down, grumbling as he walked over to the group of hooligans. Robin threw her hands up, giving up with dealing with the kids that had parents that obviously did not discipline their children.

The next day rolled around and you were surprised when you opened the door to find Steve had been the one to wake you up by knocking. He held a bouquet of flowers, a shy smile on his face.

"You actually came," you blurted out before you could stop yourself.

He glanced between the flowers and you, feeling shame for having to cancel, "I feel bad for last night. I know these won't erase last night, but I just thought it could be the start of fixing it. I really wanted to go on that date."

Before you could fix your face, an expression of disbelief flashed across it. Steve caught it. He always did. Every time he would say something sweet or compliment you, you always pulled that face. You never believed him. He wanted you to.

Steve frowned, clearly frustrated. "Why do you always do that? Why do you always assume I don't mean what I say? If I didn't, I wouldn't say it."

You looked down, feeling exposed. "It's not about you. It's just... easier to expect nothing. That way, I don't get disappointed."

Steve took a deep breath, his frustration evident. You had told him about all of the time before, about why you don't trust easily. "I get that you've been hurt before, but I'm not going anywhere. I care about you, and it hurts me that you don't believe that."

You looked up at him, lips slightly quivering with emotion, "I'm sorry, Steve. It's just hard for me to trust."

He stepped closer, his expression softening. "I know, but I need you to trust me. I need you to believe that I want to be here with you."

You nod, feeling a weight lift off your shoulders. "Okay, I'll try."

Steve smiled, pulling you into a hug. "That's all I ask."

It would take some time, but Steve was willing to wait for as long as you would need.

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lethalfaerie · 2 months ago

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HAPPY HALLOWEENIE YOU HOOLIGANS!!!!!!!! i did a collab with YourREALandAuthenticTallest on youtube !!!!!

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sissylittlefeather · 3 months ago

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Kinktober Day 12: Pregnancy Kink

Let 'em All Know

Warnings: 18+ minors DNI, pregnancy (obvi), body image issues, Elvis has been drinking, also reader is drinking a tad while pregnant because it is period-appropriate, kissing, p in v penetrative sex, unprotected sex, creampie

Word Count: ~1.2k

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“Baby, you about ready?” Elvis walks into the room as you're slipping your shoes on. He looks at you and frowns a little.

“What? You don't like it?” You've chosen a very loose-fitting dress with an empire waist in an effort to hide your growing baby bump. For most of your pregnancy you've just looked like you had a big meal, but in the last few weeks you've really started to look pregnant. The extra weight has been a real hit to your ego, so you're not exactly eager to go to a party looking like this.

“No. I don't. You look like you're wearin’ a tent.”

“Elvis, this is what pregnant women wear.” He purses his lips.

“Not my pregnant woman. Here.” You slip your shoes off as he goes into the closet and starts to rummage through your clothes. “Wear this.”

He comes back with one of your tighter dresses with bell sleeves that barely covers your ass. You shake your head emphatically.

“Noooo. I can't wear that. My belly will be so obvious.”

“Yes. It will.”

“Elvis. I don't even know if it'll zip.” He takes the other dress off of you, stopping to momentarily admire your body and then hands you the other dress.

“Mmm. Just try it, please.” You manage to get the dress on and he zips it. It's not as uncomfortable as you imagined it would be, but your baby bump is absolutely noticeable.

“Happy now?” He smiles slyly.

“Yes, I am. Now everyone at the party can see my woman with my baby in her belly.” You roll your eyes. Sometimes his possessiveness and dominance can get a little out of hand.

“And that's a good thing because…?”

“They'll know you belong to me. And I did that. Besides, you look so sexy and cute with this li’l bump, Satnin. I want to show you off, not hide you in a parachute.” He helps you put your shoes on and you head for the door together.

“A parachute?”

“Yes, baby, that dress looked like a World War II parachute.” You laugh and he kisses your cheek as you make your way to the car.

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You don't love the Colonel, but you'll admit his birthday party has been pretty enjoyable. Elvis is in a great mood, singing parodies of his songs and generally acting like a hooligan. He's right in the middle of filming the Singer Special and the party is on the set. You know he's feeling more like himself than he has in a long time, but you can't help but be a little self-conscious there in your tight dress with your belly so obvious.

You're standing with your glass of champagne when Elvis comes up behind you and wraps his arms around you.

“Hey baby. You look good enough to eat tonight.” He whispers in your ear, running his hands over your belly. You cringe and try to pull away.

“Elvis, you're drunk.”

“I am not! You've been drinking champagne too.”

“Yes, but this is my second glass. You've had four.” He giggles and kisses your neck.

“Okay, well, maybe I'm a little tipsy. I still think you're the sexiest woman I've ever seen.” He not-so-surreptitiously squeezes your breast and you yelp.

“Elvis!”

“What? They know we have sex. You're pregnant.”

“Still! Can we go home first?” He nibbles on your earlobe, and you moan softly. You feel him smile against the skin of your neck. He knows exactly what to do to turn you on.

“Baby, if you'd let me, I'd lay you right here on this table and fuck you in front of the whole party.” A shiver runs down your spine at the thought as you imagine it: fucking him where people could see. You rub your thighs together and your arousal starts to form. “You like that, don’tcha baby?”

He drags his tongue up your neck to your earlobe again and your pussy clenches around nothing. The pregnancy hormones have made you significantly hornier and he knows it. All he has to do is push the right buttons and he can have you screaming his name in no time.

“You want daddy to fuck you at the party? Give that little pussy what she needs?” He shifts a little and presses his hard cock into your ass.

“Mmm, yes daddy.” You moan and bite your bottom lip, trying to stay quiet and composed.

“Let's go to my car.” You shake your head and take his hand, dragging him away from the party to another part of the set. “Baby, what're you-”

“Ah ha!” You've found what you're looking for. He looks around at the set for the bordello scene. It's pretty much quiet over here. You can both hear the party as it goes on not too far away, but you also know you're alone.

“Honey, we can't do it here.” You push him backwards onto a couch.

“Oh, I thought you said you'd fuck me in front of the whole party if I let you? Undo your pants.” He stops arguing and goes to work freeing his dick from his pants. Most of the time he's the dominant one in the relationship, but every once in a while you find your power and he has no problem taking orders.

Once his cock is out, he reaches up and yanks your panties down and your skirt up, guiding your hips down to him. He pulls his foreskin back and rubs his tip along your entrance, gathering your arousal.

“Mmm, that's a good boy. Make sure it's nice and wet for mama.” You've never called yourself mama before, but it just feels right in the moment and his eyes go wide as plates as his dick twitches in his hand.

“Y-yes mama. Whenever you're ready…” You slowly start to sink onto him, feeling every inch of him as he enters you. He has to scoot a little to make room for your belly, but it works and he's hypnotized by the scene in front of him as you begin to roll your hips into his. You already feel your climax gathering in your hips and you moan loudly, biting your lip to try to stifle it. All the extra blood from the pregnancy makes your orgasms mind-blowing, so you're afraid you might scream when it happens. He grabs the side of your face, tangling his fingers in your hair, and makes you look down at him.

“Fuck it. Make as much noise as you want. Let ‘em all know that you're mine.” With that, you soar over the edge into an earth-shattering release, a primal cry escaping your lips as the waves of infinite pleasure crash and break over your trembling body. “Yes, baby. Just like that. Daddy’s turn.”

In a split second, he's back to being the dominant one as he grabs your hips and pounds into you from underneath. He grunts and groans as your tits bounce while he fucks you and you whimper. He pulls you into a deep kiss and then mumbles against your lips.

“Gonna cum, baby. Gonna make such a mess inside you. You want it?”

“God, fuck, yes, please.”

He moans loudly as he slams into you one last time, his release spilling out of him. When he's finished, you both relax into each other, sweating and panting. You're in this position when someone from the party, Sonny maybe, yells.

“Hey EP! You know you can't get her pregnant twice!”

Elvis smiles that mischievous lopsided grin at you, kisses you gently, and hollers back.

“I'm Elvis Presley! You don't know what I'm capable of!”

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wxvzkk · 1 day ago

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my aunt asked me if i wanted friends over for my birthday and i just kinda froze and didnt respond, ive never really had anyone that i cared about or that cared about me enough to celebrate it with them? like i dont celebrate my birthday in general because i dont like it but my sisters have always still tried to make it special (ex: us having chocolate cake and them telling me theyre proud of me?) ive just never spent it with anyone except for my sisters and i know they probably wont be able to make it this year and it hurts me. i want my sisters. i mean i'll be okay without them but i might cry on my birthday because this will genuinely be the first year without them. they came down last year and i was able to skip school for it so i could be with them and like this year all im gonna get is a text and i dont know if i'll be able to do this. the closer the day comes the more resentment and hatred i have for it. i told my aunt i didnt know if i wanted to, she told me options, us all go to the arcade, staying at the house, or whatever i wanted to do, i still just shrugged and told her i didnt know, she told me to think about it. i like genuinely dont know what to do. i love spending time with my friends and i would love to but i actually hold so much resentment and hate towards my birthday that i dont want to be around anyone on that day plus the fact my sisters wont be there. like idk, theyre the only people who make the day bearable and im actually probably gonna cry randomly throughout the day and im not sure i want to risk anyone seeing me in that state, like im not sure i've reached that stage with anyone i know. like i am not gonna start ugly crying and hyperventilating randomly just becayse my sisters arent there lolz. i dunno i'll probably not bring anything up and then the day will pass and all will be good

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justmeinadaze · 7 months ago

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Yin and Yang Part 2 (Steddie X You)

Warnings: Older Daddy Eddie (Late 30s)/ Older Dom Mr. Harrington (Late 30s) & Younger Fem Sub Y/N (mid 20s), SMUT, voyeurism (technically; Eddie's not far lol), male masturbation, big dick Steve Harrington :P, dirty talk (LOTS of dirty talk), light spanking (once), light choking (once), established relationship mentioned and vaguely touched on between Steddie, aftercare always.

There's no real angst or fluff. Eddie does have a moment where he's worried about Y/N and does a temperature check but other than that nothing big. Just a lot of self indulgent smut. I have some ideas for more parts to expand on all three of them so more for sure because I am a thirsty lady.

Word Count: 4973

Part 1 here/ Donate to Me :)

It had been a little over three hours since you and your boyfriend had arrived at his best friend’s house and had yet to run into the host at all. To be fair, Steve Harrington’s house was much larger than even Eddie’s but the man told you he didn’t need a lot of space having grown up in a trailer.

The party he had invited you both to was in full swing with guests running wild knowing they could leave any mess since they didn’t live here. People everywhere were lip locked with a significant other as hands roamed in places that were meant to be private. Drunk hooligans were screaming and shouting, some happy and others angry.

A few guests like the man you loved were calmly talking shop as you remained at his side. You’d be lying however if you said you weren’t a little…bored.

“Eddie, Chemical Waste is a great band with a magnificent drummer but I don’t see how you’re going to get the general public to attach to them the way they did Corroded Coffin.”, a man in a suit practically whined making even you cringe.

“And that’s why I bring in more money than you, Jesse. I don’t take good sounds for granted especially where a rock band fits in any aspect of life.”

“Pfft please! It’s not like you can get in the mood to metal.”

“Hm. Well, you’re definitely not fucking any woman right then.”, Eddie replied cheekily as he glanced your way. “Are you alright?”, he asked, noticing your antsy demeanor.

“Yeah, baby. I’m going to go outside for a bit and get some air.”

“I’ll come with you—”

“No, Eddie. It’s alright. I won’t be long.”

“Y/N, I don’t think you should be wondering around here alone.” When you sigh and roll your eyes, his own irises shift into that particular dark look you had come to know very well. Taking a step closer to you, he lowered his voice so only you would be able to hear. “Do I need to scold you here in front of all these people, little girl? Is that the first impression you want to make?”

“No.”

“No, what?”

“No, Daddy.”

His chocolate eyes flick to the balcony patio outside before sighing heavily himself.

“Go out that door but don’t go where I can’t see you.”

“Okay…”, you reply but when you start to walk away, Eddie grabs your wrist, pulling you to his chest and lightly kisses your lips making you smile. “I love you.”

“I love you to.”

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Leaning against the railing, you took in the city around you. Being with a famous music producer allowed you to see parts of the world you never thought you’d get to experience even just in the town you were from. Coming from a small area with very little money, you were barely able to cross the street let alone a state line to see new things.

You never took for granted the sights and places Eddie took you to even if it was just the inside of hotel room for a lay over to the next place. The first time he flew you somewhere, you cried, fearing you were taking advantage him.

“Baby, it’s ok. I like taking you on trips like this and seeing you have fun.”

“I just don’t want you to feel like this is the only reason I’m with you.”

Eddie chuckles at your statement as if it’s the cutest thing he’s ever heard and pulls you into his embrace.

“The fact that you’re worried about that tells me you’re different than the other people I’ve met. No one even cares enough to be concerned about that kind of thing.”

“Does Eddie know you’re out here all by your lonesome?” You jump at the sound of the man’s voice who immediately throws up his hands in surrender. “I’m so sorry, honey. I didn’t mean to startle you. To be honest, I thought you were just some woman who snuck in because I didn’t remember inviting someone as gorgeous as you.” He smirked cockily when you blushed, leaning his elbow against the railing.

“Then of course I remembered my best friend was bringing his girl over. Hi, I’m Steve Harrington.”

When he extended his hand to yours, you shook it relaying your name softly as he continued to hold your palm.

“So does he know? Eddie? That you’re out here alone?”

“Of course.”, you grin as your eyes gesture towards your boyfriend whose own eyes met his friends as he smiled.

“Oh, of course.”, he teased as he obnoxiously waved his way. “I’m not going to lie, a part of me was hoping there was a bit of a bad girl in that sexy dress so we could have a bit more fun. Nothing hotter than watching Eddie get tightly wound.”

When your head tilted to the side, he chuckled as he took a sip of the whiskey in his glass.

“I guess he didn’t tell you. That’s alright. Wouldn’t want to overwhelm you when it’s your first time meeting me. I understand that.”

“I wouldn’t get overwhelmed.”

“No? It wouldn’t intimidate you to know that Eddie and I have fucked before?”

Steve’s eyes locked with yours as a steady breath escaped your lips. The action itself didn’t intimidate you but the casual way he was speaking about it as if he was talking about the weather.

“N-No…it doesn’t intimidate me. You’re a lot more forward than he is.”

“Pfft, you’re not wrong.”, he laughs. “I spent most of life being pushed around by my father so I decided when I got my own company I’d never do that again. If I wanted something, I’d say it.”

“He’s teaching me how to do that. I’m not great at that especially when I’m…”

“When you’re what, honey? Tell me.”

“W-When I’m calling him Daddy.”

“You mean when you’re in that little girl headspace?” A bit to aggressively you nod your head making his smile widen as his palm reaches out to caress your cheek. “I can help you with that, pretty girl, if you want me to.”

“Wait.”, you reply suddenly grasping his wrist and his eyes promptly fill with genuine concern. “I just, um, everyone here thinks I’m with Eddie. I mean I am with Eddie but… if people see you touching me like this it could affect his business. I wouldn’t want to jeopardize that or anything.”

Again, Steve’s head tilts.

“Huh. You’re more worried about him and how he’ll be perceived than yourself?”

“To an extent. People can think whatever they want independently. You can’t control that but if it interrupts my life or his or even yours…”

For a second, you thought you may have offended him with how his jaw jutted out and he clicked his tongue against his teeth until he started addressing people outside.

“Attention! Everyone listen up! Thank you for coming but I need everyone to leave!” Murmurs and awkward giggles flow through the crowd before he claps his hands and shouts even louder. “You people heard me! Get the fuck out of my house! That’s right, come on now. Oh, I know. You’ll have to get free booze somewhere else.”

Your eyes widen as you power walk to your boyfriend and hastily loop your arm through his.

“I think I did something wrong.”

“What do you mean, sweetheart?”

“H-He’s kicking us all out.”

“Not everyone, baby girl. We’re still welcome to stay unless you want to go.”, Eddie asks as his hand cups your cheek. “Do you want to leave?”

Glancing towards Steve, who was coming back down the hallway, ushering people out from the bedrooms while they hurriedly put back on their clothes, you shook your head and leaned on the boy’s shoulder.

“No, Daddy, I don’t want to leave.”

He blinked as you used his title so freely without prompting and a sigh of relief left his chest; you were comfortable.

“Yes, alright, alright. Thank you for coming and destroying my space. My cleaning lady would like me to remind you that she hates you all. Ok, ba-bye.”, the businessman continued to sass before slamming the door shut and raising his arms in victory. “All gone! Now it’s just us.”

“I’m sorry if I upset you.”, you respond meekly, grabbing his attention.

Balancing his hands on his knees, Steve bends to your level as his soft eyes find yours.

“Look at me, honey? Do I look upset?”, he asked in a calm tone.

“You kicked everyone out…”

“Yeah, you mentioned being afraid of ruining our businesses and reputation if people saw me touching or talking to you a certain way. I don’t care about the people I kicked out but I do care if you and Eddie are comfortable.” When he reached out to caress your cheek, this time you allowed it as you tenderly kissed the pad of his thumb as it grazed your lips making him smile.

“Are you both hungry? I don’t know about you but I’m starving.”

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You giggled from your place on the sofa as you took a bite of the food Steve had ordered for you three while he continued to regale you with stories of his friendship with your boyfriend.

“I kid you not, honey, this party in LA was insane. It reminded me of dance scene in Moulin Rouge where she dangles from the roof. Girls where dancing fucking everywhere and this guy acted like he was stepping into his office or some shit. Just like zero emotion painted on his face.”

“Look, that’s your scene, Harrington, not mine. I’m more into like metal shows and concerts, things like that. I don’t know how to be at a regular party let alone that.”

“I think you did well tonight, baby.”, you beam as you tilt towards him to kiss his cheek.

Steve silently studies the exchange as his friend blushes and places his hand back on your calf to continue massaging your legs comfortingly. When you lean back against the couch your eyes linger on his smile before you turn towards the other man and notice that he was watching.

“What about you, honey? What’s your scene?”

“Um…I’m not really sure to be honest. It may sound cliché but right now it’s Eddie. I love everywhere he takes me and places he shows me. I feel like I’m taking advantage though.”

“Baby, you’re not taking advantage. You know I love taking care of you.”

“I know but…I can’t help that I have a heart.”, you smile.

“Hm. Is that why you agreed to this? Because he wants you to?” When your gaze shifts his way and you flash him a confused look, Steve can’t help but sarcastically chuckle. “Don’t play dumb, Y/N. The three of us know you’re not just here to meet me. There’s a whole other side to Mr. Munson here that no one knows about that I just find so fucking attractive.”

While he speaks Eddie’s eyes lock with his friends as his demeaner hardens while Steve cockily grins his way.

“Eddie would never force me to do anything I didn’t want to.”

“Huh uh. Your point being…?”

“I wouldn’t be here if I didn’t want to be, Mr. Harrington. I just know how important you are to him and I don’t…want to disappoint…”

“I highly doubt that’s possible, pretty girl.”, the businessman grins your way. “He means a lot to me to. Eddie’s saved me from myself a few times and been there when no one else was. Which is why I’m asking the questions that I am.” Slithering to the carpet, he scoots his body till he’s in front of you and takes your legs off Eddie’s lap to place them in front of himself. “We want you to do this because you want to. Not because you think it will appease him…which it will but…”, he chuckles.

Your eyes scan over him as he waits for you to respond.

Steve had taken some effort to dress up for his party donning a suit that haphazardly hung to his frame. After everyone left, he had removed his jacket and rolled up his sleeves, leaving a couple of buttons open on his chest to show off the undershirt that barely covered the chest hair peeking through.

His slacks were a bit baggy but the belt that clung to his waist accentuated his hips making you promptly want to wrap your arms around him. His hair, that had been styled when you first saw him, was now frayed due to him running his fingers through it as he spoke throughout the dinner and if he had bothered shaving this morning, you couldn’t tell with the light shades of hair that dusted his upper lip.

While Steve came off strong, he radiated a safety that told you everything was ok and that you could trust him.

“Can we go slow?”

“Of course. Of course, baby.”, Eddie comforts as he slides closer to you and wraps his arm around your shoulders. “Just say Red like I taught you if you get uncomfortable, ok?”

“Ok, Daddy. I love you.”

“I love you to, princess.”, he whispers as he kisses your lips.

“Are there any hard no’s for either of you?”, Steve asked as his fingers slid down your legs till he reached your heel and began unbuttoning the clasp.

“She’s pretty timid so she’s not really into the rougher stuff.”

“Can she not tell me?”, the man snickers as he moves to your other foot.

After rolling his eyes, Eddie gestured towards his friend urging you to answer.

“I’m open to trying anything… just…don’t hurt me…”

“You have to define ‘hurt’, honey.”

“Don’t like punch me or anything.”

Your answer gave Steve pause as his gaze shifted between you and your boyfriend.

“Y/N, that never crossed my mind. I would never hurt you like that. I know some people are into that but I know Eddie and he knows me. We don’t want to see you hurt or cry like that. No one’s ever hurt you like that right? Because I’ll fucking kick their ass.”

“No, Sir.”, you giggle at his slightly teasing yet protective tone. “No one’s ever hurt me like that. I just…like I said, I’m new to all this. Eddie teaches me things and he’s always so patient.” The man besides you beams with pride as he kisses your temple. “What about you? Is there anything I should know?”

Steve blinks as his little smirk flickers along his lips.

“Would you be surprised no one has ever asked me that?”

“Why? I mean I want you to enjoy yourself to and I don’t want to make you uncomfortable either.”

“Jesus Christ.”, he groans as his cheek falls against your bare thigh and his hands hug your leg. “You have to take me to this coffee shop you found her at, Ed, because she is perfect.”

On impulse, your fingers reach out to pet his head and he moans lightly at the action as he tilts a bit to kiss your skin.

“No, honey. Just be honest and vocal with me. Sometimes I get…passionate…so if I’m doing something you like or don’t like just tell me.”

“Yes, Sir. What about you, Daddy?”

“I’m just watching tonight, sweetheart.”

“Yeah but is there…is there something you don’t want me to with him? Like…can I kiss him?”

“Yeah, baby girl, you can kiss him. You can do anything you want as long as you feel safe and I will be right here if you need me.”

“Ok, Daddy.”

“Why don’t you take off your dress, babe, and show Steve what he gets to play with?”

Nodding, you rose to your feet and wiggled your frame as you slid the tight-fitting fabric down your body bringing your panties down with it.

“No bra?”, Steve asked as you sat back down and he took a seat beside you.

“I didn’t think it went with the dress.”

“We were at the mall for hours looking for the ‘perfect’ dress. She wanted to look nice for you.”, Eddie jested making you blush.

“Aw, honey. Well, it was absolutely gorgeous.”, his friend cooed as he placed his arm over his own behind your head and rested his other palm on your stomach. “I think I like this outfit the best.”, he whispers causing a shutter to ripple through you.

Leaning your lips toward Steve’s, your pussy clenched as they mingled together while you mewled at his taste. They both had a lingering note of nicotine but this man was oddly softer with his technique than Eddie; so much so that you constantly chased his mouth for more friction.

As you turned to kiss your boyfriend, his lips were desperately waiting as he cupped your head in his head and held you still. Steve’s tongue grazed your throat as he placed open mouth kisses along your skin causing you to pant as you struggled to stay connect to the man you loved.

“How does it feel? Tell Daddy, baby.”

“G-Good. Want more.”

“Tell him. Tell Mr. Harrington what you want, sweetheart.”

Your eyes fluttered closed as Steve’s mouth and tongue found purchase on your tit as he sucked and licked your nipple.

“Please—mmm—Mr. Harrington. I want to feel you t-touch me.”

Without saying a word, he tore off his shirt and pushed down his pants to his ankles.

“Fuck, come here, honey.” Laying on your side, you place your head towards his stomach and Steve groans when a glob of spit falls from your mouth on to his tip. “There you go, Y/N. Shit.”

As your hand begins to pump him, you listen as he sucks on his fingers before rubbing them against your clit.

“Oh…Oh my god, Steve.”

No sooner had his name left your mouth was your hair being yanked back as his angry eyes found yours.

“When we are together, little girl, you will show me respect. Do I make myself clear?”

“Ah…yes, Sir.”

“Who am I right now?”

“Mr. Harrington.”

His cock twitched in your hand as he gripped you tighter.

He was enjoying the control.

“Louder, Y/N.”

“Mr. Harrington! You’re Mr. Harrington, Sir!”

As soon as he let you go, you desperately wanted to make up for your indiscretion, immediately wrapping your lips around his length and bobbing your head.

“Atta girl. Fuck-- don’t overwhelm yourself. I-I know I’m a lot.”

The sound of a belt unbuckling echoed through the living room and you know Eddie was making himself more comfortable especially when Steve’s fingers breached your entrance as he curled them inside you.

“Jesus, look how fucking hard you are. You like watching your girlfriend take my cock down her throat?” Utilizing one of your hands, you massaged the businessman’s balls eliciting a loud grunt that had you clenching around his fingers. “You were right, Ed. She’s—mmph—she’s good at sucking dick. Damn, and she’s so fucking tight. You’re right, baby. I’m going to stretch you in half.”

Your moan mixes with Eddie’s at the notion.

“Fuck me. I can’t—” Abruptly Steve removed his fingers and manhandled you till your head was on your boyfriend’s lap on your back. After removing the rest of his clothes, he opened your legs wide and spit directly into your cunt before falling on top of you. “I’m gonna try and go slow at first but I just really want to fucking pound into you so like I said…If I’m hurting you—”

“I’ll tell you. Please, Mr. Harrington, I need you.”, you whine as you grind your hips along his hard cock.

His arms boxed you in as his head fell beside your own and he began guiding himself into you. Your hands promptly grabbed his shoulders as you bit your bottom lip.

“There y-you go, sweetheart. Such a good girl.”, Eddie cooed softly above you as you felt the slight wind of his hand stroking his length.

The whole scene was driving you wild and you couldn’t help but squeeze tighter around the man inside you making him grunt as you whined in slight pain.

“A-Are you o-o-okay, Sir?”

Steve’s fingers threaded in your hair as he lifts his head to look down at your face. As he thrusts in another inch, a heavy breath leaves your lips hitting his own as his features scrunch in what looks like pain.

“Talk to me.”, you whimper. “I need you to be v-vocal to.”

Leaning his forehead against yours, his tenderly gives you a kiss.

“I’m not even…even all the way in…I feel like…mmm…I’m gonna cum. Am I h-h-hurting you?”

“A little but…feels…good…” This time you kiss him as your nails drag down his back till your palms grip his ass. “It’s ok, Steve.”, you whisper. “Keep going. I want to feel all of you. I don’t care if I can’t walk tomorrow as long as I can feel you.”

Subtly guiding him with your hands, he delivered you small thrusts as his beautiful eyes remained locked on yours.

“Uhhh, fuck. Feels so good, Mr. Harrington.” When he was fully seated inside of you, you both froze as you relished the feeling of each other. “Please, Sir. I need you to move.”

A large palm circled around your throat and lightly squeezed as Steve pushed up on his elbow to glare down at you.

“You need me to move, little girl? Then don’t fucking pout. You take what I fucking give you.”

Eddie’s movements still as he watched the scene before him. The few times the two of them had played this was how Steve was. Where Eddie was a bit softer, Steve was much more rugid and rough around the edges. Daddy wanted to teach whereas Mr. Harrington wanted someone to obey. When they were intimate, they bounced off each other quiet well. When Steve needed someone to just love him and care for him Daddy was there. When Eddie was tired of being in control all day, Mr. Harrington took over.

They never dug too deep into it or what that aspect of their relationship meant. They just knew they were best friends and that’s all that mattered.

With him, you were always very shy about a lot of sexual things. You were no prude but like you said, you had only experienced the vanilla lifestyle. Eddie loved your innocence and it catered to his Daddy nature. But neither of you had ever gotten this far.

He’d never tried being rough with you in this way nor had he ever had to “punish” you. Unlike the women he dated previously, you were far from a brat. Occasionally yes he did scold you but all in all nothing more. When he asked you about being intimate with Steve, he knew the man leaned more towards that spectrum which is why he insisted on you utilizing the safe word should you need it.

Eddie had also warned him that you were timid and to just go along with your flow.

To him on the outside looking in, however, it seemed like Steve jumped to a 10 without warning.

“Sweetheart, what color are we at?”

Instead of answering you tried push against his friend’s grasp to kiss his lips again but he just pushed you down as he smirked at your insistence. Eddie couldn’t believe what he was seeing and his cock twitched slightly at the sight.

You were disobeying.

“Answer me, Y/N.”

“Green, Daddy.”

“She’s fine, Munson. Look at her. Desperate little thing just wants to cum.” Suddenly wrapping his arms around you, Steve sits up without pulling out so you’re straddling him. “Well, go ahead, honey. Take what you want.”

Balancing your hands against his shoulders, you bounced your hips slowly at first as you fully got used to his size. The burn had long since passed and pleasure was fully in the driver’s seat as his cock hit and surpassed all your buttons till you were a desperate mess.

“Fuck, Eddie, do you hear that? She’s so f-fucking wet. Come on, baby. Harder!”, he scolded as he spanked your behind. A string of ahs escaped you as you did what he commanded, your eyes rolling as your head fell back. “Atta girl. Taking my dick so well. No one-mmph—no one’s ever taken all of me before. Not even him.”

Glancing towards your boyfriend, you moaned as his hand stroked his cock at a blistering pace as he grunted at the feeling, his eyes focused on your tits and body as they moved.

“M-Mr. Harrington feels so good, Daddy. Can I have his cum? Please! I wanna feel him cum inside me.”

“Jesus fucking Christ. Y-Yeah, baby girl. If you squeeze his cock real tight when you cum I’m sure he could return the favor.”

Your lips crashed to Steve’s as your tongues danced together and his arms held you in place.

“Just like that, Sir. Please…I’m gonna…”

The pants that left his mouth warmed your cheek as he clung to you, planting his feet into the carpet as he thrust up into you roughly. The sound of skin slapping skin hit your ears and after a few more pumps your body trembled as you came.

“FUCK! God fucking damn it!”, Steve shouted as his hands held you tighter to him. “You pussy is choking my dick. Fuck I’m gonna cum.”

Hastily, he tossed you to the side on your stomach and lifted your ass in the air as he shifted around behind you. Sliding his cock back inside of you, Steve set an animalistic pace as he chased his high. Leaning over your back, his palm pinned you into the sofa cushion squishing your face as he rolled his waist till you felt his release coat your insides.

Eddie grunted above you till you listened to his voice shake as his seed shot out and hit his thigh.

“Oh oh oh. I know, Y/N. I’m sorry.”, Steve soothes in a soft tone when you cry out as he tries to carefully pull out of you. After throwing himself down behind you, he tugs on your hips bringing you on to his lap. Just as you had with his friend, you wrapped your arm around his neck and rested your head against his chest as your eyes closed.

“What should I do?”, he whispers to Eddie who breathily chuckles.

“Play with her hair and rub her back or something. Tell her she’s safe.”

“Should we at least get her clean?”

“Yeah sure. Go ahead and try that.” As Steve tries to readjust you so he can stand and bring you to his bathroom, your arm holds him closer as you nuzzle your nose into his neck. “I told you, man. I’m not sure if it’s the headspace or just her but either way I love it. Makes me feel wanted…needed…”

“Hey.”, the businessman calls out as his arm reaches out to lightly hit his friend’s shoulder. “I need you, Ed. You’ve been a really good friend to me. As you can tell a lot of people like the idea of me and what that brings.”, Steve sighs as he gestures around the house. “You’ve never been like that. How, um, how was this? Did you like it?”

“I did. There was a moment there though… she doesn’t talk like that with me or misbehave at all really. It was fascinating to watch.” The other man nods at his assessment, shifting his gaze towards you as his hand plays with your hair. “What about you? Did you like being with her?”

Steve chuckles as he continues to stare forward.

“Yeah, I did. I’m a little worried because I wasn’t joking when I said no one has ever taken all of me before. She may be really sore in the morning but yeah. I also liked you watching; turned me on a bit more. You should join in next time. I mean if she wants there to be a next time. There doesn’t have to be. I like her personality to. She’s adorable and she seems to genuinely care about you.”

Sensing something in his friend’s tone, Eddie pulled up his pants as he shuffled closer to his side and without hesitating, Steve leaned onto his shoulder.

“Everything ok?”

“Yeah…just been a rough few weeks. It’s oddly calming having her hold me like this. Never had a woman in my bed long enough to cuddle with after. Either they get sick of me or I get sick of them.”

“Sounds about right.”

Steve’s head tilts back to watch his friend laugh with glassy eyes before pressing his lips to the other man’s throat and peppering him with tiny, soft kisses.

“Didn’t you just cum, needy boy?”, Eddie lightly teases.

“Mhmm but I could go again if you’re playing to.”

“Oh my God, Steve, you slut.” The sound of their breath filled laughter woke you from your sleepy state. “Hey, sweetheart. How do you feel?”

“I’m ok, Daddy. Cold but ok.”

“How about we get you into a bath and then you and Eddie can crash in one of my guest rooms?”

“Oh. Alright.”, you reply sullenly causing Steve to grip your chin so his eyes could find your own. “I just thought you’d lay with us but I understand if you don’t want to.”

“Hey, I’d love to lay with you both. I just didn’t want to overcrowd you if you wanted some space after everything.”

After placing your lips on his, you grab Eddie’s collar to do the same.

“I don’t want space. I want to feel you both hold me.”

Both men exchange a glance before getting to their feet and carrying you down the hall.

“We can do that, baby girl.”

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