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fearfulachilles · 10 months ago

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10. secrets.

chapter ten to buop (nanami kento x reader jjk medical au.) .

full contents here.

summary: yu haibara hosts a poker night. yuji admits a secret he’s kept from you.

warning: sexual scenes.

You.

it's getting better

You fell asleep for no less than 30 minutes, waking up to see Kento had already texted you. It's almost endearing how soon he contacted you. It's blatant that Kento doesn't engage in hook-up culture like you and those your age do.

Kento.

I'd like to see you again.

The age gap between you two becomes even more transparent with his text. It's far different than the usual text saying 'you up? wyd?' that you're used to receiving around 11:30 PM from other guys. There are still a couple of hours before Yuji, Megumi, and Nobara come back from work, you have nothing better to do, and you've had sex at weirder times than in the middle of the day.

You.

same :) when?

Kento stares at your text as he sits in a communal office that physicians have access to, located a couple of stories above the ground level. Usually, the ones on-call or waiting in between surgeries will work on miscellaneous tasks in a communal office, which was what he was doing until he received news that his last surgery of the day was canceled. He relaxes back into the swivel chair, his legs spreading wide and his eyes not moving from his phone screen. He was worried he'd made the wrong move by texting you so soon, and the 30 minutes of waiting for a reply felt longer than all his years in med school.

Kento.

Tonight? I can pick you up.

“Kento!”

The blond surgeon already knows who's creeping up behind him. It's his fault, he left the door open. Though, it could be worse, it could be Dr. Gojo.

“Hello, Yu.” Kento turns in the swivel chair and looks up at his approaching friend.

Yu leans against the doorframe. “I invited Satoru and Suguru to my place for poker tonight! We'll have some beers—juice for Satoru— and snacks, it's gonna be fun. Care to join?”

Kento looks down at this phone, the screen still lit and bright, your few messages displayed. “Uh, yeah, I might be able to...”

Yu has no sense of personal boundaries, it's how he's managed to squeeze his way into Kento's life enough to the point of almost becoming his brother-in-law. Still, Yu prides himself on being a good friend and doesn't let a failed wedding keep him from being one. The brunet doctor reads your name from the top of Kento's screen.

“Hey, isn't that one of the new scribes? Suguru mentioned her. Wait, are you and her—”

“Yu.” Kento interrupts his friend before he can finish his sentence.

He stops and smiles down at the sitting man, wiggling his brows. His prying would be less tolerable if Kento hadn't endured med school with Yu by his side, or if Satoru was the one doing the prying. “Oh, is it a secret?”

“No, it's nothing.” Kento clarifies.

Yu winks at his friend, giving him a thumbs-up. “Got it, 'nothing.'”

A small sigh escapes Kento's lips, his brain turning over with an oncoming headache already.

“You know, you could tell me anything, Kento,” Yu says lowly, sounding more serious than heard before. Yu’s glad his close friend seems to be moving on, he had begun worrying about Kento in the last couple of months. “I know I'm Asami's brother, but that doesn't mean I'm not your friend.”

“I appreciate that.” Kento smiles small.

The men stay in a comfortable silence for a few seconds before Yu turns on his heel and walks away, shouting out that he'll see him later. Silence fills the small office again until a small ding comes from Kento's phone.

You.

you don't have to do that

i can drive myself lol

your place?

_________

Kento makes it home an hour later and texts you to come when you want to. You leave half an hour later, not wanting to appear eager.

You've never hooked up with an older man, Choso was the oldest that you've been with and that's only by a few years. Even with a few years difference, Choso was a lot more tending than guys your age. But Kento was on a different level.

Kento was much older, but it showed in different ways.

He was patient and accommodating for your pleasure, not just his. His hands touched you in a way that was more than just to touch you, he was mapping every inch of your body, memorizing which spots make you weak and your skin rise. The same hands you've seen him use to examine his patients and imagined during surgery—big and steady as he handles a human heart with care, are holding your hips, his thumbs firmly pressing into your hip bones, as you bounced on his dick.

Your clothes were discarded after a long and heated make-out session that took place minutes after you arrived, leaving you completely bare inside Kento's home. It's an expensive apartment with an open floor plan for the kitchen and living room; from what you can remember, the bedroom was spacious too. He had giant windows in the living room that were covered with giant curtains, keeping you and Kento shielded as you sat on his cock on his new couch.

Kento was so hard, you felt him deep in your core, and you clawed at his shoulders with each drag of your hips. His fingers move to your ass, both of his hands grabbing onto your flesh and spreading it, making your hole swallow his cock in even more.

“Your pussy's so perfect,” Kento's in awe, his genuine words make you shiver. “So perfect, I fit right in.”

You rolled your hips into him, moaning as you felt the head of his dick rub against your sweetest spot. He lets you fuck yourself on him, his mind buzzing with feeling the softness of your tits press against his bare chest and your ass on his thighs. Feeling your body against his felt as good as having his dick buried deep in you.

“Fits so good,” you pant heavily. You lick your lips, your eyes fluttering close, and move faster. You drop your hips, shoving his curved cock right into your hole and squealing at the fullness you felt before doing it again and again. “So good.”

Kento's stretching you out, your pussy lips spread thin around him, feeling his thick dick slip in and out of you with every move of your hips. You whine when you feel your clit twitch in negligence, but Kento's quick to note your pretty noise and starts rubbing circles on your twitching clit. You're getting his life-saving, medically talented hand drenched with your wetness as he massages your nub.

“Mhmm—fuck, I-I think ‘m gunna cum,” you plead breathlessly, losing your words throughout your moans.

Kento sighs into your ear, he sounds so pleased that you're close to squirting your essence all over his lap and couch.

You're not used to this sensation, the threat of overspilling building and building inside. Your thighs are tired and sore from slamming down on Kento’s cock, but you chase the fire in your lower belly. Most guys your age would take this as a sign to go harder, faster, and completely fuck up your rhythm. Kento keeps steady, one hand hangs lowly on your hip, his notably larger size making you melt, and the other pressing against your swollen clit.

You rub up against the pads of his fingers, the curve of his cock's head dragging against your g-spot makes you drop your head back. You moan towards the very high ceiling of his home, your vision going white as you clench around his girth. His teeth scrape against your exposed neck, licking at your damp skin.

He gives you no time to recover from your orgasm. Kento matches your momentum, fucking his hips up into you, the back of your thighs slapping against his harshly. He can feel your body shake and vibrate as the tip of his cock bullies your cervix again.

You go limp, resting against his strong chest, your arms wrapping around his neck and losing your hands at the top of his hair. You swallow thickly, strung-out moans following.

He holds your body, cradling the crown of your head as his other soiled hand guides your hips, pushing you down on him as he moves up to thrust into you. He’s moving you how he needs you, using your cunt for himself like you were using him. You’re moaning so desperately against his clear-cut jawline, a complete babbling mess.

“Fuck, yes—oh god,” you slur out, your hot breath on his jaw. You’re completely fucked out, you move your hand to Kento’s cheek, pulling him in for a sloppy kiss and he kisses you back. Your hand cups the side of his face, feeling the structure and shape of his face in your palm.

Your cum smears along his dick, white rings forming at the base while the rest of his length presses its shape inside of you. You can feel when Kento makes a mess inside of you and paints your walls with his hot cum. You can feel each drop of it filling you up to the brim.

Kento kisses your cheek and your temple and then kisses your lips. You're dazed, mindlessly kissing back each time until you feel his lips on yours. He's so strong he makes you feel like you're putty in his hands, melting through his fingers as he leans your body in his arms and moves you to lay on your back on the couch. His hands are far too gentle with you to be considered manhandling. His cock slips out of you and your hole's empty, Kento's cum slowly begins dripping out.

You should've known Kento wouldn't be done with you after just one time.

He pressed your knees towards your chest with his strong arms. He sighs, a pussy-wetting sound emitting from deep in his throat as he reinvites his wet cock back inside your gaping hole, pushing past your shiny pussy lips. You gasp loudly and press the back of your head against the soft and expensive material of his couch. His movements are slow until his groin nuzzles against your ass.

Kento steadies his body over yours, pulling his hips back until the head of his dick almost falls out of you, and pushes himself back inside, your pussy fluttering around him the entire time.

You're poison to him, you're an addiction, and he can only think about making his presence inside of you known by leaving an indentation of his cock's shape into your walls. He knows he can't because you mold so perfectly around him every time, adjusting to his thick size and letting him get engulfed by your cunt. There's no bad position with you, so he wants to try them all.

Your breasts bounce with every snap of his hips, and his cock shines with your slick only to disappear in between your legs seconds later, then repeats. Your eyes roll to the back of your head and Kento catches a glimpse of it, his eyes traveling down to your throat as you thickly swallow your pretty scream. Your hair is sprawled out on his couch cushions, your skin contrasts against the color of it.

“Beautiful,” Kento says, but you've gone deaf and don't register his words.

Kento hooks his arms under your knees, your nails dig into his forearm as his body weight presses against you and his hips grind into you. Your vision goes blurry when you feel a hand roll your perked nipple between his fingers. He lavishes your jaw, his hot tongue wetting your flesh and making your body shiver.

You can only focus on a couple of things: Kento's cock reaching new spots within you and the noises that came from it.

Your pussy's overflowing, a river of Kento's cum, yours, and your arousal are getting fucked out of you, wetting your inner thighs and splattering against Kento's navel as he relentlessly thrusts in you. Each squeezed-out strand of slick making it past your deeply stuffed hole comes out loudly, hearing your juices squelching with every drag of his dick made you feel dirty and embarrassed, and you liked it.

“Mhm, ‘m wet, so wet,” you’re barely able to piece together a sentence. You’re too full of Kento’s dick to think clearly.

“Fuck,” he curses, swiping his tongue along his pink lips.

Your body tightens, your lower abdomen twists, your toes curl, and your pussy clenches around Kento’s thick cock. You feel yourself cum around him again, you gasp before whining, turning your head to the side to try to hide your face away from Kento’s eyes.

He doesn’t let you. He cups your chin and easily makes you look back at him. He doesn’t have to say anything, you keep your eyes on him, half-lidded and dark.

Kento’s hips smack into you, erupting a pretty sound out of your lips. Your legs are shaking and you're fighting the urge to push Kento away as the overstimulated pain and pleasure mix so nicely within your core. You're not controlling your breathing or your noises.

It’s like an aftershock, feeling Kento fuck through his orgasm unintentionally causes you to cum again, your body still reacting to your previous orgasm. Your pussy was just so sensitive, you couldn't keep from cumming again so quickly.

There's a moment of quiet, the only sounds were of you and Kento regaining a normal breathing pace. You feel some of your hair stick to the side of your sweaty face, you try to blow it off by huffing your breath towards the stuck hair, but it doesn't work.

Kento's chest rumbles with a soft chuckle then moves his hand to brush away the loose strands bothering you.

“Thanks,” you say very lightly, your voice just above a whisper. Your eyes stare up at him, long flashes flush against your brow bone.

“No problem,” Kento whispers back. His large fingers move down to your chin, he caresses it with his thumb before moving his hand away from your face completely.

The warmth of Kento's body leaves its place above you as he pulls away, his cock dragging out of you, making every drop he's poured inside come out. He mumbles that he'll grab something to clean you with, and walks towards his bedroom. He's naked too, his shirt and pants messily thrown somewhere on the floor.

You slowly raise yourself to sit up on the couch, catching your bottom lip between your teeth as you feel the after-effects of sleeping with Kento. Your legs feel wobbly and you're sore at your hips from keeping the spread open for as long as you did.

Kento returns to the living room with a towel for you to use to wipe the leaking wetness between your legs. He's kind enough to turn around and give you privacy, and a whole view to his bare ass. You stare at it as you clean yourself.

You look down at the mess in between your thighs and notice you haven't been wiping where you needed to. You reach for the shining wetness, gathering some of it on your fingertips, then rubbing it between your forefinger and thumb. You've never been so wet before, you've never cum like that before—or at all before Kento. You've been close to orgasming before, but no one's quite pushed you over the edge like this.

“Are you hungry?” Kento asks, still facing away from you.

His voice snaps you out of your thoughts. You quickly wipe yourself clean before using the untainted parts of the towel to cover bits of your body. A sudden stomach growl is heard and it's coming from you.

“That answers that,” Kento's voice sounds like it's coming from a smile, but you can't see if it is. “I can cook something up.”

“Oh, no, no, it's okay,” you rush to stand up, your eyes scanning the floor for your clothes. “I'm not even that hungry, I can find something to eat at home.”

Grabbing your shirt and pants, you quickly put them on. Kento doesn't say anything in return, but he hears you shuffling around. He picks up his clothes from the ground and places them on too.

It's already the evening, nearing dinnertime. The sun is setting the sky is quickly turning dusk. Kento insists on walking you down to the entrance of his building and he wasn't taking no for an answer, much like with your parking ticket and paying for your lunch.

“I'll see you around at work.” You say at the beginning of your departure.

He wants to kiss you. You fixed your hair so it didn't seem too blatant that you had been fucked to the point of forgetting how to speak, but your swollen lips had yet to return to normal. The ombré sky outlines you like a painting.

“Or sooner,” Kento replies, exhaling with a small smile.

You smile at his response. “Hope so.”

The way you look up at him when you say your words, it’s luring him in with temptation, Kento was ready to pull you back to his home and fuck you all over again. You turn on your heel too quickly before he gets the chance to do so.

When you get inside your car, you notice you're not wearing a bra underneath your shirt. It's odd because you were wearing one when you left your home today. You look back at Kento's building from the front car seat, huffing to yourself. Great, you left your bra in his living room. You don't have the energy to make your way up to his floor to ask for it back, so you just drive home instead.

_________

You smell take-out food as soon as you open your front door. Yuji, Nobara, and Megumi sit together in the living room with noodles hanging from each of their mouths.

“And where have you been?” Nobara questions immediately. “We come home after a long day's work and you're missing.”

Yuji swallows down the food in his throat, coughing before he joins in. “Yeah, we've been worried sick!”

You reach for your phone in your pocket and check the notifications—none. You purse your lips at them. “Not worried enough to text and ask me.”

“We didn't want to interrupt your time with Dr. Nanami.” Megumi answers, then continues eating as if he hadn't spoken. Yuji and Nobara agree with him.

“I wasn't with him,” you begin, but you see no use as the faces of your roommates remain the same, not believing you. “Okay, I was, but it's the last time.”

The three of them hum together, creeping you out as well as making you roll your eyes. You go to your room to leave your bag and return to be with your roommates. They motion towards the plates of take-out food in the kitchen, telling you to get some food before Yuji finishes everything.

“Have you thought about what could happen if anyone else found out about you and Dr. Nanami?” Yuji raises the question once you've sat beside Megumi.

You shrug your shoulders and shake your head. You haven't given it much thought because you don't think it will last long enough to pose a problem like that. You and Kento were just finishing a night that never happened, a night that started in the seat of his car outside the bar.

“Yeah, who do you think they're firing for having an inappropriate relationship: an easily replaceable scribe or a heart surgeon,” Nobara adds.

The thought scares you a little, possibly losing your job if things were to come to light. You push it to the back of your head because it won’t become a problem. “Guys, Kento and I—”

“Who's Kento?”

“Great, first names already.”

“She's doomed.”

They all mutter over each other, making you sigh and roll your lips in your mouth until all three quiet down.

“Dr. Nanami and I won't have a problem, it was just a couple—“You think back, it was only two trips to his place, but did that count, or did the number of times he fucked you in those two trips count? “—it was just a fling. He knows it, I know it, it's done. No one's getting fired.”

This answer seems to calm their worries a lot more than your first attempt earlier.

_________

When Kento returned up to his apartment, he noticed a few text message notifications on his phone screen.

Yu Haibara.

U coming 2nite?

Yu Haibara.

Gojo & Geto R here.

Yu Haibara.

Just lost $100 2 Gojo in poker.

Kento's not certain why Yu would host a poker night, the man couldn't lie to save his life. He sighs, deciding he’ll head over and help his friend out. If you had agreed to let him cook you food, Kento would have ignored the messages.

First, he heads to his living room to pick up the used towels left forgotten on the floor. As he picks up your used towel, he notices a colored garment poking out from under his couch. He picks it up and sees it's your bra. The lacey material is soft against his fingertips, he remembers feeling it under your shirt. He had dragged his fingers against the hem of it when he first slipped his tongue in your mouth before pushing it up and exposing your breasts. He'll wash it so it's clean for you next time.

Kento makes his way to Yu’s residence afterward. It’s all reasonably nearby, from Kento’s building to Yu’s as well as to Jujutsu Hospital. He’s not sure how far you lived, but he knew he shouldn’t expect a text assuring him that you managed to get home safely. He tries to take his mind off the early evening with you. To do so, he becomes determined to win back Yu’s $100, and then some for himself.

Once Kento had won around an extra $150 from Satoru, the white-haired doctor had begun visibly pouting and was unable to hide his tells in poker. Kento read him like a book.

“I could fire him,” Satoru pondered, his long fingers playing with the colorful poker chips.

Suguru hummed, shuffling the cards in his hands. “You won’t be able to find a better cardiovascular surgeon.”

Satoru rolls his eyes, sitting back in his chair, thudding against the back of it childishly. Kento’s and Yu’s seats were empty during the conversation, having previously excused themselves to go grab drinks for the next round.

“So, did you see her today? That’s why you were late, right?” Yu is prying again.

Kento holds in a sigh. There’s no use in keeping his friend in the dark when he only means well. He knows you both agreed not to tell anyone, but Yu had already found out he was texting you. Reluctantly, Kento nods.

“Yes, I saw her earlier. It was nice.” There are lines Kento won’t cross, and that’s kissing and telling. He’s strictly private with his love life and even more so with his sex life.

His friend smiles wide and genuinely. “That’s great! Is it serious?”

A breath gets lodged in Kento’s throat and he swallows it down. “No,” Kento says quickly. He grabs a beer bottle and effortlessly opens the cap, then takes a small drink.

“You dirty dog, Kento.” Yu teases, chuckling afterward. He knows how to put a positive spin on anything, it’s no wonder why so many women love having him as their doctor. He grabs an extra beer bottle and a canned soda and heads out of the kitchen to dispense the drinks to his other guests.

“Guys~” Satoru sings. Kento lets out that sigh he held in earlier. “Suguru here wants to steal one of our scribes for his surgeries.”

“You want to do surgery on one of the scribes?” Yu asks bewilderedly.

“No, I simply want a scribe to join me in surgery and scribe operative notes. It’ll save me the headache of doing it after.” Suguru explains, then says he wants you to work with him.

“Can you believe him? He wants to steal her. Kento, are you gonna let him do that?” Satoru pesters, wanting someone to say no.

Kento only shrugs his shoulders and takes another drink of his beer. “She’s not mine to keep or give.”

_________

“One of us should start cooking,” you say, feeling full and sluggish from the takeout.

“We should all fend for ourselves,” Nobara suggests in a voice slow.

“You’d be dead in a week,” Megumi says to her. A quiet ow! is heard from Megumi afterward.

“I can cook. I cooked for Yuji and his brothers a few times. Remember, Yuji?” You begin to reminisce, you always were over at Yuji’s house, and as a token of gratitude, you offered to help his grandpa with dinner whenever you stayed late.

“Please, no!” Yuji’s on his knees before you. “You can't cook.”

You’re taken aback by his reaction. You furrow your eyebrows and look at him puzzlingly. “W-what? You loved my cooking, all your brothers did!”

“You almost killed Sukuna with the Christmas dinner you made in high school,” Yuji confesses. He won’t look you in the eye, his head staying bowed as he continues on his knees. He's ashamed the truth is spilling out like this, but he thought he'd never have to eat your food again. “You almost killed me when you cooked salmon for my grandpa’s 71st birthday. I’m worried Kechizu won’t ever hit a growth spurt because of the baked carrots you made.”

Your mouth is agape and you’re blinking slowly. Yuji has to be kidding. None of them ever let on that your dishes were horrible, apparently life-threateningly horrible. Your cheeks turn pink when you notice Nobara and Megumi watching this.

“I don’t get it…” You trail off, eyes casting down. “Choso always said he liked my cooking.”

A couple of months ago you had attempted to cook a stew for dinner and mentioned it to Choso while you were getting dressed in his bedroom, following a quick fuck session. You invited him to try it when it was ready, which he did. He said it was great, delicious even, he finished it before you could eat any of it. But then, you do remember Choso canceling on your next late-night plans for a couple of days following this, but you assumed it was because he was too busy prepping for his upcoming exams.

Yuji laughs, wholeheartedly and purely, and finally looks at you. “Yeah, because he’s always been in love with you. Of course, he’d say that.”

His laughter dies down quietly and quickly when he sees that you’re not laughing with him. Instead, you’re turning white and your face shows how surprised you are to hear that.

“What did you say?” Your throat feels dry, so your words are quiet. You feel your body become cold.

Yuji cringes and then looks around toward Nobara and Megumi as if asking for a lifeline to be saved. Megumi only shakes his head, unaware of the context of this situation, but he can’t imagine it's good. He remembers Yuji talking about his older brother, Choso, the one in med school now. Nobara waits eagerly for Yuji to continue.

“I… sense I’ve made a mistake,” Yuji says carefully, slowly rising to his feet. He begins to back away but you stand up from your seat.

“What did you say?” You ask again, your voice sounding high.

Yuji still attempts to back away, but Megumi and Nobara form a wall behind him, letting you corner him. Yuji looks over his shoulder to his friends, but he’s only met with a gleam in their eyes for this steaming tea, they're too nosy for their own good.

“Choso told me he’d finally confess to you before you moved here, so I-I thought he did.”

“And you didn’t think to ask me about it, like, at all?” You’re still in denial, waiting hopefully for a punchline to this bad joke. “You don’t think Choso would’ve told you that he talked to me?”

“I assumed you rejected him and both of you were embarrassed—I don’t know! He never told you?”

You shake your head, slowly letting yourself sit back down on the couch. There was always something there when you were around Choso, you could tell, but you never thought it was love—real romantic love. For you, it was the familiarity between you and Choso. There was no awkwardness, no need for a front or to constantly shield yourself. It was comfortable, Choso knew you as you were and was a friend, and he wanted you—sexually, physically, nothing more, not like that.

Well, apparently it was like that.

Megumi cuts the tension and reverts to the original topic. “I can cook. I used to cook meals for my sister when she got sick of the hospital food.”

You look up at Megumi from where you sat, your eyes wide at the news just dumped on you. The one who dumped the news on you knelt back to the ground, his head hanging low again.

“I have it on good authority that my cooking won't kill anyone,” Megumi adds. You scrunch your nose at his comment.

“How come you've never offered to cook before?” Nobara snaps at him, her manicured hands on her hips.

Megumi's dark eyebrow twitches at the outer corner. “Maybe because I didn't want to be your personal chef.”

“Well, if the shoe fits!”

“That phrase doesn’t make sense in this situation!”

The two snarl at each other, but their words fade in the background for you.

Choso... was in love with you. Since when? Before or after you started sleeping together? You hadn’t meant to lead him on, you didn’t know you were. He knew who you were, how you dated guys, short and quick with no strings. Or, you thought he knew.

Yuji shuffles his way towards your side, sitting next to you. “I’m sorry.”

He’s sorry about both situations: lying to you for years about your cooking, and about exposing Choso’s feelings towards you, most likely ruining your relationship with Choso, whatever the relationship may be.

“What about your grandpa?” You ask quietly. “He always ate my food, he’d ask me to help with dinner.”

Yuji softly recoils and then offers you a sympathizing smile. “He was trying to teach you. He told us to ‘power through’ your meals because he liked having you around.”

It makes you chuckle, but it’s short. That old bastard, you’re confronting him next time you’re back home. Maybe you’ll cook something and force him to eat it, then confront him. You cross your arms, forcing yourself to focus on the years of fake acting and lies just to avoid bruising your feelings from Yuji and his family, rather than focusing on Choso being in love with you.

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ronearoundblindly · 8 months ago

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Routine and Not yet for Hideout or Fools Rush In Steve :)

Love this mini series/ask thing you got going on. I ADORE the way you write Steve.

Oh. OH. THIS might break me. Oh daaaammmmnnn. But...but...AT WHAT POINT IN TIME ARE WE TALKING ABOUT???

*crisis*

[Younglings, you poor things, I promise to write something for you soon, but this too is MINORS DNI. The prompt is from this dirty ask game.]

Ya know, I think the two Steebs actually have a lot in common (although Fools is way in the future after his Nomad era) when it comes to being deprived of time with his partner--Nomad because he's still a fugitive, and Sketch after he was 'dead' and gone for three months--so maybe they develop similarly? Fools Rush In Steve, however, has been with Keeps for years by then, while Hideout Steve has barely begun to really get to know Tops.

R - Routine

No matter how I think about it, Hideout Steve can't really have a routine. He just has to make due with the random times he's around with reader at the motel. He can't really plan that, and it becomes more dangerous the more he tries to plan because it's somewhere where someone else (people looking for him) would know he'd be. He can't make promises. I think it eats him up inside, but he can't.

Now! Also no matter how I think it through, Sketch would likely only schedule sex to either avoid or take advantage of your cycle. Like if you're trying for kids, then yeah, he'll use all the basal temperature and ovulation monitoring apps in the fucking world. You can wear the stupid watch thing and just point at him when it's time or something. For sure. He can work like that. When duty calls, right?

Not on birth control for a while but not looking to get pregnant? Yeah, he can wait. F.R.I. Steve has just unbelievable control in that department, aided in no small part by immense guilt for how long it took him to come out of his shell and be physically open with you.

He has his spontaneous moments--more and more the longer you two are together,--but he still gets stuck in his head a lot.

N - Not Yet

I don't see Steve Rogers from any universe ever telling his partner not to touch themselves for a certain amount of time or under any circumstance. That just seems cruel, and he wouldn't do it. At very least, it would be for no longer than the time it takes him to set something up, like lighting candles or drawing a bath or setting up a sex swing, idk, just not long.

Steve's the type of man who would tell you to let him know every time you want to touch yourself or do touch yourself. That is...really great for him. He would also turn beet red at how frequently you let him know that, but he ain't gonna stop ya.

Hideout Steve--it's no secret--he needs to work on his own orgasm control. He's really overwhelmed very quickly, and the battle is sorta half-come-as-much-as-possible until his tolerance for stimulation tapers off and half-train-him/himself-by-edging.

All I know is a frustrated Steeb is a sexy Steeb, people.

If you don't believe me, welp, too fucking bad, I'm the writer. 😏

FRI Steve would need a lot of direction in terms of what the point of orgasm delay or orgasm denial is. In his mind...just why?? It's not as if it doesn't take a decent amount of time to get you both to your ends? It's not like he skips over foreplay? Why then would you be a jerk about or prolong a perfectly good love-making? (If you don't know this, Sketch is still very limited in his dirty vocabulary. His actions have evolved exponentially, but under zero circumstances--not even torture--will that man ever refer to your, or anyone else's, genitalia as a 'pussy.' I have pitched a tent near a stream on that hill; I am not leaving unless in a coffin.)

We have established, I believe, in both universes, that Steve Rogers enjoys begging in the bedroom. Very much. He doesn't overdue it. He's not mean about getting it from you. He just doesn't mind begging for himself and certainly doesn't mind hearing you beg.

The end. No delays lol.

Thank you for asking!

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A/N: Okay, good news: I didn't die inside as much as I thought I would. Hope you still like it though!

#ro answers #dirty asks #ask game #fools rush in series #hideout series #steve rogers fanfiction #steve rogers x reader #steve rogers fic #steve rogers imagine #steve rogers fanfic #steve rogers fluff #steve rogers smut #steve rogers x reader smut #nomad steve #captain america fanfiction #captain america x reader #captain america imagine #steve rogers x you

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vashtijoy · 2 years ago

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I dont know if youve ever posted something about this before, but do you think Akechi eating the spicy takoyaki was deliberate or not? Ive seen people say it was all an act but also people who think its proof that Akechi cant handle any spice lol

Ah, I'm so proud of my boy, lmao. Look at him go:

We actually got Word of God on this a while back:

Q. Akechi ate a spicy takoyaki at the culture festival; is he not good with spicy foods? A. His tolerance level is about average, however because of his competitive nature, he will try to show a higher level of tolerance than others.

So he's middle-of-the-road. He can eat some spicy foods, but not others, and this really was what it looked like, lmao—a bit of dickwaving that didn't pay off; the likelihood that he eavesdropped before he came in, like he did in the TV station corridor, is like 99%. He must have been so mad. But the thing is... spice tolerance is learned. It's something he can research, something he can train.

And he's a nerd. So in my head, as soon as he could breathe and think and like, walk, he imported 20 freaky American hot sauces on his phone and began regularly reenacting Hot Ones in the privacy (?) of his apartment. Because he is never going to fuck up like that again. He'll show that soon-to-be-dead ratfucker Joker and the Phantom Thieves and the fucking octopus that evolved into that takoyaki....

... just as soon as he has time to stop for breath.

#asks #persona 5 #p5 meta #goro akechi #lol #there's a fic in this isn't there #akechi distracts himself with spicy food fury #and displaces everything onto food rage

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nellasbookplanet · 8 months ago

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I was tagged by the wonderful @kmackatie, thank you!

Last song/piece I listened to: not to sound like a huge killjoy, but I don't listen to all that much music lol. I can't really have music on in the background when writing/doing work where I need to think (too easily distracted) and when i do more mindless work i prefer to listen to audiobooks or podcasts over music. Mostly I listen to music while driving, but I can't stand commercials and my car doesn't have bluetooth so ¯\_(ツ)_/¯ Probably the last full song I listened to was the Critical Role opening theme, which feels on brand.

Last book I read: I just finished Max Gladstone's (one of the authors behind This is How You Lose the Time War!) Empress of Forever earlier today! A woman gets transported into the far future by a mysterious all-powerful space empress and must assemble a crew of misfits to fight her and get back home. It was a bit more episodic than I prefer, but overall a lot of fun with some Wild worldbuilding and good characters. Also, it's very gay, which is always a plus.

Last film I watched: I'm not sure actually? I tried watching The Witches of Eastwick a bit ago but dropped it. I'm planning to watch The Angry Black Girl and Her Monster (frankenstein retelling!) soon though!

Last TV series: I watched an episode of Resident Alien the other day (an alien has crash landed on Earth and is hiding in a small community as he tries to repair his spaceship. also he's planning to destroy Earth, but first he needs to survive Living Around People, and also he really wants to solve this murder and prove he's cooler than the town doctor while he's at it, he'll get around to the destruction later) and have yet to decide whether I'll continue watching it or not. I enjoy the premise and the characters but the humor doesn't entirely work for me.

Last thing I googled: something about archives for my masters. did you know there are so many different definitions of an archive. too many in fact. but also i'm about to invent a new one.

Last thing I ate: An apple lol. I had pasta for dinner though.

Sweet, Savory or Spicy: Probably savory. I love sweet stuff but mostly in dessert form, and while I enjoy a bit of spice my tolerance for when it stops being taste and starts being Pure Pain is pretty low.

Amount of sleep: never enough even with naps. Which reminds me I should start getting ready for bed 😔

Currently reading: Too many books. I just picked up Abbadon's Gate (part 3 of the Expanse series, space and horrific aliens and body horror my beloved). I'm also sporadically listening to The Wandering Inn (it is. very long. it's got some interesting things going on but I'm not a fan of the whole levelling concept, but I should've known that going in) and trying to read Jonathan Sim's Family Business (it's good I'm just bad at reading these days, I've been picking away at this book for weeks and it's very spooky). I'm also rereading Things That Gods Despise by dawl-and-dapple for bookbinding purposes, it's one of my favorite fics!

Not entirely sure how many have already done this thing yet, so if you've been double-tagged (or don't feel like it) feel free to ignore, but I'm tagging @mllekurtz, @aravhy and @howlsmovinglibrary!

#i do have a bad habit of picking up too many books at once #but a lot of my reading headspace goes into academic articles and stuff right now. (same with writing headspace)#anyway this was fun! i need to go to bed #rambles #hm. realizing i haven’t purposefully listened to a song in a while made me want to pick up my guitar

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what-if-nct · 9 months ago

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Exactly none of mine hurt but it really depends I know girls who hated getting their tattoos but love them. I think we can just hide pain better.

See I can’t pierce myself with a sewing needle 😬 lol. I got my nipple done twice mostly because the first time I had surgery and couldn’t get retainers in time :( but she is correct wasn’t as bad as people say it was but I also think it depends on the piercer some can pierce fast while others not so much. I also got my tongue pierced and it hurt worse than my nipple piercings and said that to my pierce and she looked at me like HUH?! lol

He does seem like one 😂😂😂. True it’ll be either Felix hyunjin or chan.

Oh yeah we definitely can hide pain better, i know I have a pretty high pain tolerance to the point I was at the mall a few weeks ago and I didn't notice I cut my arm on something until I touched my arm in the movie theater and the guy I was with was really concerned when he looked at it and asked how I didn't feel it cause it looked pretty bad and I just shrugged I don't know. It's all just person by person basis. Oh yeah I heard the tongue is pretty bad it's just all muscle and veins. Yes, yes Chan too, I think all that seems to be stopping Chan is the company. But definitely the moment he gets the go ahead I know he'll go for it. Especially since Hyunjin just pierced his eyebrow they might be allowed to get more body modifications pretty soon.

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chim-chim1310 · 1 year ago

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" Or it is us who's overthinking?"

With all due respect, yes clearly you are. You’re hyperfocused on something that you only know on a surface level and you’re hurt because you’re projecting big time. Being a fan is way easier when you don’t turn everything into a dick measuring contest. Jimin can handle his career all by himself, he doesn’t need us to act like vigilantes for his own sake when we actually have 0 idea what’s going on behind the scenes for real. What if Jimin wanted to follow the traditional kpop promo road? What if it was his own decision for Face? What will happen if he chose a different path for pjm2? What are you going to say? I’ve seen solos for literally every single member complain about sabotage, every single one, with receipts about so called unfair treatment, favoritism yada yada, even JK’s solos, how do you all explain that? Trust your bias and stop the constant comparison, you’ll feel better (and I say this as someone who almost went solo, my bias being Jimin as well).

I think you're right. We're hyper focused on all this. Being a jimin stan we're just feeling extremely protective over jimin.

But I know jimin is an adult. I've never seen jimin as a pushover. I know he's silent but deadly. He won't let all these things happen to him. And I think he might be cooking something.

You know what I want? I diss track from jimin dissing the hell out of hybe, scooter, and everyone who wronged him. But I doubt he'll release that lol. It's just a wishful thinking.

But you're right. We don't know what's happening behind the doors. One thing I'm sure of is if jimin had any problem with jk he would not tolerate him at all. But they seemed to be having fun in NY.

However I still strongly believe that jungkook has changed a lot. Like a lot. And in a negative way. The fame is getting to him. I can see it. I will acknowledge it and call him out on it. And I think soon the others will see it too.

I don't know why but as a viewer I'm getting a bad vibe from jk. So I'm not obliged to like him. And this is my blog so I can let my opinion out here. I don't give a shit if people think that I'm a hater. Idc. If I don't like something I will talk about it.

In fact everyone here is allowed to share their opinion.

I may not agree with some but you guys can share your opinion freely.

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chocolateremus · 2 months ago

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Something about you..

Pairings: Sirius Black x Fem!reader

Warning: nothing rely, maybe a little stalking lol

Summary ! Sirius Black, the one most girls chase, has a little baby crush on you, but was too scared to ask you out, so he uses his animals form to his advantage.

Word count: 5.02k words

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Autumn, 1975, 5th year. It was October, the summer has passed now turned slowly colder. He saw you just outside of Hogwarts, in the black lake.

Outside the black lake at Hogwarts, the leaves flowing down onto her hair, Sirius found himself in his animagus form, a black dog, slowly walking over to her.

"Hey doggie." She responded, Sirius tugged at her scarf, while she pet what she thought is a dog. Sirius taken the advantage of her animal lover nature to feel her touch on his furry black fur. His black-furred head rested against her lap, a subtle act of claiming her, he barked at her as if to ask to get more love, as she petted him, one of his small paws would rest on her leg.

"Where'd ya come from?"

He laid there still, resting comfortably as she gently continued petting it, letting out soft huffs and small barks whenever she found a good spot for him. It felt so nice and comfortable with her touch, a sensation that Sirius loved and always waited to feel from her. He moved onto his back, exposing a belly that needed rubs, and gave her sad and pitiful puppy eyes.

"Do you.. have an owner?" She asked, giving him belly rubs that he was asking for. His hind legs moved a bit at her belly rubs, a soft whine escaping from him. He would look up at her before quickly shaking his head to say no, in terms of human language. This dog belonged to no one, but deep down, he only wanted her. Her touch was so soft, yet so warm, it made him want more of it, more of her.

"Do you like cats?"

The dog suddenly stopped it's belly rubbing at her question. The mere mention of a cat would make him freeze, or even growl at the mere thought of cats. He stared up at her with a look that said he utterly detested cats, or more like a specific cat he has a long running dislike for. He gave a small bark in disapproval.

"..oh.. I'm sorry I can't keep you. Maybe I'll ask someone else." Just like that, the dog had shot it's attention back at her. He tilted his head to the side, his floppy ears perking up, he barked, it seemed as if he was protesting, he didn't want her to let him go, he didn't want her to let him go to someone else, he wanted to stay by her side, and maybe he'll tolerate something he hates if it meant staying by her side.

"What do you want huh?" She asked, snuggling her nose against the black doggie nose. He softly huffed while she gently touched her nose to his, his gaze was still on her though, he barked softly again, as if to tell her not to get rid of him, that he wanted to be with her, that he wanted whatever she would give him, love, affection, cuddles, anything at all, he would happily take. He licked her nose slightly, letting out a small whine to emphasise just how much he wants her.

"Let's go back to my dorm, okay?''

He perked up at her words, the simple thought of being so close to her, to be surrounded by her scent, to be so close to her, excited him. He gave a quick enthusiastic nod before he stood up, shaking his whole body and letting out a small bark before he looked up at her, waiting for her to lead him to her dorm where he can bask in the scent of the girl he loved.

He felt somewhat guilty, pretending to be something he wasn't right in front of her, his friend, someone he loved. Yet, with every step closer to the dormitories, he could feel the excitement building up inside him. The closer they got, the more he could smell the essence of her, his tail wagging happily. He walked right beside her, his steps nearly in sync with hers, as if it was as if his instincts were taking over.

As soon as Sirius' nose was hit with the scent of kittens, he had instantly froze. His black eyes widened, he stood rigid as he looked around the room, taking in the sight of the 4 tiny kittens in the room. If he was in his human form, a scowl would be visible on his face. He let out a small bark, sounding as if he was protesting, or almost as if saying something was wrong. His black fur stood on edge at the presence of the kittens.

He immediately tensed up, a low growl escaped from his throat at the sight of those four cats. They were just little kittens, yet he still felt some sort of dislike for them. He froze right in his tracks at their sight and looked up at the girl he followed, as if to ask her about the litter of kittens.

"I.. kinda forgot to say I have four kittens.''

He just stood there, a small frown forming on his canine face as he took in the news. He continued to look at the kittens, and then back at her. With a small huff, he gently moved closer to her, trying to show that he didn't like those kittens there, they ruined his plans. He gently nudged her leg with his head, as if to try and get her to not pay attention to them, and to keep her focus on him instead.

He slowly followed after her onto the bed, his focus was on her, completely ignoring those kittens. He stayed close to her on the bed, his body pressed against hers as if he didn't want to be too far away from her. He could feel his excitement building, getting to be so close to her, getting her all alone to himself. He was trying his best to ignore the kittens, pretending instead they didn't exist.

He couldn't help but whine softly in protest whenever the kittens would jump onto his body and sleep on him. It was incredibly irritating, but he would endure it if it meant spending time with her. He tried to shake and nudge them a few times with his head, to push the kittens away, yet he was always gentle with them, a part of him didn't want to hurt them.

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"Guys have you seen Sirius? Haven't seen him since yesterday. Is he missing?" Asked james, his head poking out to look at the three girls, Sirius ears perked up, even though he was still gently sleeping, head resting on her stomach.

His ears continued to stay perked up, listening intently on any other words from the conversation, it was a rather interesting topic after all, he felt as if he was listening to a gossip segment, the four of them talking about his whereabouts with no idea that he was in fact in the dorm, pressed right up against her.

"Well.. we'll tell you when we see him." He found himself snickering softly on the inside at that. He knew that they wouldn't be seeing him down, he was right there in the dorm, enjoying being surrounded by her. He slowly lifted his head, shifting slightly next to her, resting his head on her chest where he could listen to her heart beat. It was so comforting and soothing to his ears, he let out a small huff, nuzzling against her.

"Puppy silly puppy." She said, kissing his forehead and booping his nose. He couldn't resist the way it made his heart flutter. She was so sweet and cute, even to him in this form, treating him like a cute little puppy. He gently licked her nose in return, nuzzling more into her touch, silently enjoying the affection she was giving him. As he rested against her chest, he couldn't help but whine a bit softly.

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'"Where'd get that dog?" Asked Marlene, putting on her eyeliner to hogsmeade. He perked up at the question, his body tensed slightly as he heard Marlene's question. He quickly glanced around with his black beady eyes.

"I don't know..he just came up to me. He looks lonely."

He felt a pang of guilt in his heart, the simple mention of loneliness, the fact that she thought he was lonely. He let out a small huff, but he kept silent, not wanting to accidentally out himself. He tried to calm his body by leaning into her touch, letting her fingers run through his fur.

"Me and Lily are going to hogsmeade. Wanna come?" Asked the blonde. He could hear them talking about going to hogsmeade, yet, all he was focused on was her. The girl he loved, sitting on the bed, running her hands through his fur, yet she was asked to go somewhere. He lifted his head again, his canine eyes gazing up at her, silently protesting, he didn't want her to leave, he wanted to stay right where he was.

"You wanna come?" she asked, gently patting over his fur. He immediately perked up at her question, his black ears going up. Did she just ask him if he wanted to come with her? Of course he did. He wanted to be with her as long as he could. He responded by a quick nod of his head, as if to say, yes, he wanted to come along with her.

"But it's gonna snow soon.." The mention of snow. Snow meant cold, cold meant he'll be shivering because as a dog, he was not as resistant to the cold as a human would be. The thought of shivering was an unpleasant one in his mind, yet if it meant he got to be with her, then he would endure the snow.

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As they walked out, he could feel the snow under his paws, and even the slight chill of the air surrounding them. He could feel the scarf wrapped around his neck, warming him up. It was a rather weird feeling overall. He noticed the amount of squirrels around them, his canine instincts telling him to chase them, yet he tried his best to fight the urge to do so, focusing his attention on her instead.

"Honeydukes!" He let out a sharp bark in response, his black nose twitching slightly. The mention of honeydukes was always tempting. And he knew all the sweets in there was even more tempting, the thought of getting some kind of sweet treat made him feel excited. He looked up at her, a small whine escaping from him, as if he wanted her to take him in there as fast as possible. He shook himself to get the snow off, not taking the time to think twice about his actions. His tongue fell out his mouth slightly as he panted, his full attention was completely fixated on sweet treats on those shelves and counters. He didn't realize that he splashed some snow onto a passerby until it was a bit too late, he could feel a bit embarrassed that he didn't think about how that would impact other people.

"You want a pup cup?" He perked up immediately at the sound of a pup cup. He quickly turned around to look up at her, his black eyes filled with excitement. A pup cup? As in a cup of sweet, sweet treats? He gave a quick nod of his head in response, whining and huffing from the anticipation.

Since Sirius was off without a leash, he could wander around the store all he wants. Not noticing his wagging tail knocking over things. He couldn't contain his excitement, the moment she said he could wander around, he was off, his snout slightly up in the air as he looked around the store. It didn't take him long to forget his wagging tail, accidentally knocking a few items off from the shelves. He had no idea that he was accidentally being chaotic in the store, his mind just focused on sweets.

"Hey! I stacked those!" A guy yelled at Sirius, before she came by embarrassingly apologized for the inconveniences. His canine ears drooped a bit at the guy's yell, it made him slightly scared. He looked up at her as she came by apologising for the inconveniences that he caused. He gently nuzzled her leg slightly as if to say, he didn't mean to cause any trouble, he just wanted sweets. He was a good boy, he was! He just didn't realise his wagging tail was the culprit in knocking down those items.

"You gotta be a good boy okay? Good boys don't do that." She said huffing, as she carried Sirius out of the store, his two front paws on her shoulder as Lily was feeding him his pup cup from behind. He huffed a bit as she said that good boys don't do that. He was a good boy, a well-behaved boy! He was just distracted and unaware of the damage his wagging tail was causing. He lifted his head up as he was fed the pup cup, eating it up happily, the sweet flavour of it was so heavenly to him. He glanced behind him at Lily behind them, silently enjoying getting a treat.

"Let's go to Zonkos I need something." He let out an excited whine at the mention of Zonkos. Zonkos was another store he liked going to, there were lots of interesting items in there for him to explore. His tail began to move again, wagging excitedly at the mention of the store. He wanted to go to Zonkos, to just be able to roam around and look at everything there, he couldn't stop himself from feeling excited at that thought. In the store, she put him down to roam, only one rule. No more knock over stuff. He was put down and as soon as he was, he was off. Roaming around the store as he was told to. He wanted to explore all of the interesting items in the store, his canine nose twitching as he sniffed around, and he was also determined to not accidentally knock over anything this time. He was a good boy, he could do this.

He froze as soon as he saw Peter and James in the store. How could he not notice them earlier? He silently cursed himself. They knew he was an animagus, they knew this form was in fact him. He quickly tried to come up with an escape plan, trying to think of a solution on how to escape from seeing those two. He slowly backed away, trying to stay out of their line of sight, but his black canine eyes darted around, trying to find an exit. He continued to stay far from them as best as he could, his canine heart racing from both excitement and fear. Excitement of not getting caught by them, fear of getting exposed. He slowly backed himself into a corner, trying to stay hidden behind a display, hoping that they would just go away without noticing him. He silently cursed himself for letting himself get into this predicament, he should have realized their presence in the first place before just roaming around the store.

Once he saw the backdoor open, he ran out, changing back to a human. In the cold weather, having thin clothings on except for her scarf. Once he escaped the store, he found it freezing cold outside, the air was cold and chilly, and his thin clothing didn't help at all to keep him warm. He could feel his body shiver slightly, yet he brushed it off, more concerned over the idea of having two of his friends find out that he's been a dog this whole time.

Running back into Hogwarts, he felt the warmth of the common room, just near the fire, feeling the warmth from the fire, he couldn't help but feel relieved. The warmth was comforting after being outside in the cold for a while. He sat down near the fire, letting it warm him up a bit, yet he couldn't keep his eyes off her as she came back, noticing that she looked gloomy. Seeing her like that made his heart pang in his chest, he didn't like seeing her so down.

"Where the fuck have you been man?" Remus asked, walking towards him, so did the rest of the marauders. He took a deep breath as soon as he heard Remus speaking to him. He quickly thought up a simple response in his mind.

"I just went for a quick walk, to clear my head." He responded, hoping his tone was casual. He tried his best to act normal, yet he couldn't help but glance at the girl, noticing her gloomy expression.

"Hello? Walk for 2 days?" His mind went blank when Remus asked that question. Walked for 2 days? He tried to respond calmly, playing it off with a small shrug.

"I lost track of time, I guess…" He said, his response sounding quite lame even to his own mind.

"Seriously? You just casually went missing for two straight days and this is your response?"

He could feel the intensity of Remus' question, it made him feel a bit nervous inside, questioning his own excuse for his disappearance. Yet he maintained a calm demeanor as much as he could, keeping his cool.

"I just needed some time alone, that's all." He replied, trying to casually brush off the question. He knew it was a very poor excuse, yet he couldn't exactly tell his friend the real reason he went missing for two days. "So you disappeared off the school grounds?"

He felt his heart skip a beat at Remus' question. Disappeared off the school grounds? That was accurate, in a way. He couldn't help but feel a pang of guilt, yet he tried to stay cool and collected, knowing he needed to tread carefully with his answers. He let out a small sigh, trying to act casual, yet he couldn't stop his mind from racing.

"I guess I did." He replied, his tone remaining calm, yet his heart was beating fast. He kept staring at her from the side, unable to avoid looking her way despite his conversation with Remus. He could feel the guilt building up inside him even more. Seeing her so down and gloomy, it was difficult to witness. He wanted to go over and talk to her, yet he was stuck in the middle of the conversation with Remus.

"Just don't disappear again."

He let out a small sigh of relief as Remus spoke, feeling a bit of tension lifted off him. No more questions, no more accusations. It made him feel slightly better. He nodded in response, maintaining a casual tone.

"I won't." He replied, yet he couldn't take his mind off her, glancing at her once more.

"Why you staring at Lyn?" He was snapped out of his own thoughts as James asked that question. He quickly averted his gaze and tried to play it off casually, yet the truth was, he was staring at her. He glanced back at Remus, trying to think of a believable response.

"Just wondering what's wrong with her, she seems gloomy." He replied, trying to redirect the focus away from his previous staring moment. "Her dog ran away."

He couldn't help but feel a pang of guilt in his heart as James revealed the reason for her gloominess. Her dog ran away. But it wasn't just a dog, that was him! That was his canine form! He silently cursed himself again for getting into this mess.

He quickly tried to regain his composure, trying to act surprised by the news.

"Her dog? Really?" He nodded slightly. The news of her dog running away during her time in Zonko's was unexpected and ironic considering his own canine escapades in the store. He couldn't help but feel responsible, even though it was his dog form that was responsible.

"Damn, that's tough." He said, trying to sound sympathetic, yet his mind was racing with guilt and regret.

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With the hours passing, he couldn't help but feel the weight of the situation. The fireplace was the only light source, casting a warm and cozy glow over the common room. He was still there, along with Lyn and Remus, who was studying.

His mind couldn't help but keep going back to her. The sight of her still sitting there in the same spot, her gloomy expression not changing at all. He could feel a sense of responsibility and guilt eating away at him. He knew he was the one she was missing, yet he couldn't admit it to her.

"I think I'm going to bed. Lyn you coming?" Remus told Sirius, She shook her head, not even looking at him, knee tucked underneath her chin. He watched as Remus asked if Lyn was coming to bed, and the sight of her shaking her head in response made his heart feel even heavier. She was not going to bed, and it was partly because of him. He couldn't help but feel a pang of guilt as he looked at her, staying in the same spot, huddled up in her spot on the couch.

He turned to Remus, his voice trying to sound casual as he replied, "I think I'll stay here a bit longer."

With Remus gone, the room fell into silence, except for the sound of the fire crackling in the fireplace. The common room was empty, and he was left alone with her. The only light source was the warmth and glow of the fire, casting a beautiful but melancholy atmosphere in the room.

He glanced over at her, noting her sad expression and her huddled position. He couldn't help but feel a mixture of guilt and sympathy. He wanted to talk to her, yet he didn't know where to start. He was speechless. The silence in the room felt heavy, like a thick fog surrounding them. The only sound was the crackling of the fire. He wanted to respond, to say something, anything, but the words were stuck in his throat. The sight of her, sitting there, the sadness and melancholy in her eyes, it was overwhelming.

Finally, he managed to find his voice. It was soft, almost a whisper. His guilt crept into his tone, along with a hint of remorse.

"I'm… Sorry."

"Hm..?"

As he spoke, her soft hum of confusion made his heart twinge in his chest. He took a deep breath, gathering his thoughts as he continued.

"I'm sorry… For your dog, I mean." He said, his voice still soft and laced with guilt. His canine heart ached, knowing that he was the very dog she was missing, and yet he couldn't reveal that to her.

"Oh… yea." He continued to stare at her, his heart heavy with guilt. He could see the sadness in her eyes, the pain of missing her dog, and he knew that he was the cause of it. He longed to comfort her, to tell her the truth, but he couldn't, at least not yet.

His voice was laced with remorse as he spoke again.

"I know how much you love your dog. I'm sorry he's missing…"

"… It's okay. I only kept him for a few days. He probably ran back to his owner.. atleast. I hope." His heart sank as he heard her response. She only had her dog for a few days, and she hoped he had returned to his previous owner. It made his guilt even worse. He couldn't help but feel a pang of sorrow for the situation.

He tried to keep his voice steady as he replied, his tone gentle and empathetic.

"I'm sure he did. Dogs have a strong sense of loyalty… to their owners, I mean."

"Yea… maybe I'm not his original owner."

He listened intently to her words, taking in the meaning behind them. He couldn't help but feel a mix of emotions. Part of him wanted to tell her the truth, that he was her dog, but a bigger part of him felt conflicted. He didn't want to reveal himself just yet.

His tone was gentle as he responded, his eyes locked onto hers.

"Maybe you weren't, but does that take away the love and care you showed him while he was with you?"

"No.." He nodded slightly at her response, his heart aching as he spoke next.

"Exactly. It doesn't. You may not have been his original owner, but that doesn't matter. You cared for him, and I'm sure he loved you for it…"

He paused for a moment, his voice becoming softer and more earnest.

"Just like how I… care for you."

"Thanks Sirius… You're a great friend."

A small pang of guilt shot through him as she spoke, calling him a great friend. He mentally cursed himself for not being able to reveal the truth to her. The guilt was building up inside him, but he tried to keep his calm facade, not wanting to give anything away.

He responded, his voice filled with a hint of remorse and a hint of true affection.

"I do my best. And remember, I'm always here for you, no matter what. We're friends after all."

"I think I'm gonna sleep here. Just in case."

He nodded understandingly as she mentioned sleeping there, in the common room. He knew why she wanted to do so, and it made his heart ache even more. She was still waiting for her dog to come back, not knowing that he was right in front of her.

"Are you sure? You might be more comfortable in your bed up in the dorms." He inquired, his voice laced with concern. "No I'm fine." She said, they were so close, atleast their faces were. Out of canine habit, he nuzzles against her nose like a dog did, he froze for a moment, realizing what he had done, but the action felt familiar and almost comforting to him.

"Uhm…?"

As he realized what he had done, he quickly pulled back from the small nose nuzzle, his eyes widening in surprise at his own involuntary action. He felt a wave of embarrassment wash over him, and he tried to think of something to say to explain it away.

"Sorry, I-I don't know what came over me… it was just a habit." He said, his voice a little sheepish, trying to brush it off to make it seem casual. "Hey.." She said, looking right into his eyes.

He met her gaze when she spoke, looking into her eyes. Her direct gaze made his heart skip a beat, and he couldn't help but feel a mixture of emotions swirling inside him. His voice was soft as he responded, slightly curious at her tone.

"Yeah…?"

"Your eyes have a little blue in them."

Her comment about his eyes having a hint of blue caught him off guard, and he blinked in surprise, not expecting her to notice such a detail. He tilted his head slightly, trying to process her words while his heart rate quickened slightly.

"You… you noticed that?" His tone carried a hint of surprise, mixed with a subtle sense of vulnerability. He held her gaze, his eyes locked on hers as he processed her confirmation. He had never expected anyone to notice the hints of blue in his eyes, much less point it out so casually. He swallowed slightly, feeling a mix of surprise and vulnerability. He tried to respond, but his words came out as a soft whisper.

"No one's… no one's ever noticed that before…"

He looked at her intently as she responded, feeling a range of emotions swirling inside him. Her simple "oh" seemed to carry a hint of disappointment, and it made his heart pang in his chest.

He didn't know what to say, but he wanted to reassure her, to erase that hint of disappointment in her voice. He spoke once more, his voice gentle and vulnerable.

"Sometimes… I feel like no one ever really sees me…"

"I see you." He stared at her, the weight of her words sinking in. It was as if a wave of emotions washed over him, relief, surprise, hope, and a hint of vulnerability.

He tried to respond, but the words caught in his throat for a moment. When he finally spoke, his voice was soft and earnest.

"You do?"

He watched her intently, waiting for her response, hoping for further reassurance. The room was filled with a subtle tension as he silently urged her to answer his question.

His heart raced in anticipation, his canine instincts picking up on the subtle changes in her expression. He wanted her to know just how much her words meant to him, how much it meant to feel seen by her. As he felt her lips press against his, a wave of unexpected emotions washed over him. It was a kiss, a simple gesture, but it unleashed a flood of sensations and feelings he had never experienced before. The sweetness of her lips, the warmth of her breath, it was intoxicating, making his heart race and his senses go haywire.

He froze for a moment, completely taken aback by the sudden kiss. But then, as if by instinct, he returned the kiss, his lips gently and tenderly responding to hers.

"I.. uhm.."

As she spoke, pulling away from the kiss, he felt his heart thump loudly in his chest. He was stunned by the unexpected kiss, his mind a whirlwind of emotions and thoughts. He stared at her, his eyes wide and filled with a mixture of surprise and something else, something deeper and more profound.

"uh.. I'm going to bed." Said Sirius, nervous. He doesn't know what to do, he's flustered and tired. Kissing her forehead, he left.

He doesn't notice the scarf he left behind.

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marvin-wtf · 1 year ago

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HEHEHHHEHEHEHEHAHHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHHWHAHASHHSAHSAHSHJSS

My head is screaming for me to write this. Well I was bored but I remembered a beautiful dream I had this morning with my beautiful wife Mary Margaret Blanchard and well…………I'M NOT LEAVING TUMBLR UNTIL I WRITE MY TICKLE HEADCANONS OF HER OKAY??????? LET ME GO, I'M NOT GOING TO STOP AHAHSHSAHJASHASHASHASHAHGASHAHSHASHAS OK MY WIFE-

She is clearly a Lee ok, she screams it for miles, she is a beautiful and precious Lee. LEE

I want to tickle her as I take her pretty cheeks and squeeze them, she laughs trying not to be so embarrassed. aaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAH

His whole body is a ticklish bundle, you can run a finger along his ribs or his back and he'll laugh and try to cover himself. Even if you breathe down his neck he'll laugh like you're sticking your fingers into his sides.

She's fucking ticklish, mainly in the tummy area, she doesn't tolerate them there, it's her weak point lmao.

Tears tend to come out very quickly, but they are for joy……..OR NOT????

She loves tickling talk, even more if it comes from her husband David ……. AND FROM HER OTHER PARTNER of hers WHOM SHE LOVES ME VERY MUCH.

Oh yeah, she had a lot of fights in Snow White's counterpart with her friend Ruby of hers.

OHOHOHOHOHO AS LER YOU HAVE TO BE CAREFUL, YOU DON'T WANT TO WAKE UP THAT LITTLE TICKLE MONSTER.

LER

She's going to fuck you with all that tickle teasing. He knows how to use the right tone to embarrass you.

She won't stop if it's a serious fight, at least not until he sees that you've learned your lesson.

She has a touch from the gods to discover your weak point as soon as his fingers brush against your skin. His touch is so soft that it will feel like the worst of tortures… but with a lot of love.

She's the only one who can tickle Emma and make her smile genuinely (In another one of my headcanons Emma Swan isn't supposed to be ticklish lol)

After tickling you she will ask you if you are ok and then she will make you some cookies and hot chocolate.

Baby please be real and tickle me until I beg for mercy and cry on the floor, make fun of me all you want, shame me and then fill me with love because I have Mommy issues omggoofyaaaaaah.

#tickling content #tickling community #once upon a time #tickle headcanons #tword blog #tword content #tword community #mary margaret blanchard #snow white #self ship #aaaaaaaaaaaa

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angry-geese · 3 years ago

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ex-husband!gojo on the brain today

Warnings: not sfw/mdni. toxic relationships. slight yandere Gojo (tagging just in case). mention of public sex, mention of nudes (dick picks mostly), thigh fucking, thigh kink, breeding mention (how'd that get in there lol), could be interpreted as sorcerer/non sorcerer au. reader's gender isn't specified

not beta read so apologies in advance for any errors

he still wears his ring. is absolutely insufferable about it too. will ask you constantly where yours is and looks so offended when you tell him you've taken it off

when you move out it takes him a total of three days to track down your new address. even less time if you have kids with him

uses aforementioned kids to spend as much time at your new place as possible

it's under the guise of visitation (you wouldn't want to ruin his relationship with the kids, right? right??) but he spends the entire time pestering you

will say he's too drunk to drive home and asks if he can crash on your couch. if you agree, you'll eventually wake up to him beside you in bed (he says he was only sleepwalking but you both know he did it on purpose)

shows up at your work. usually with gifts. all of your coworkers say how lucky you are to have a husband like him until you tell them you're in the process of a divorce

insists on walking you home after work. will quite literally wait outside your work until your shift ends. if you refuse and tell him to piss off he just follows you anyway

if you continue to refuse his gifts he'll have flowers sent to your work

nothing short of moving across the world is going to get him off your trail. and even then, he has the resources to follow you. (could you really uproot your life like that? not to mention moving all that way would be expensive)

yeah you're not getting away from this guy

nsfw under the cut//

gojo is... touchy no matter what. and that doesn't change just because you're trying to leave him

make up sex is a given (sorry not sorry)

shamelessly sends you dick pics. doesn't matter where either of you are. sometimes they're sandwiched between completely normal pictures of you and your kids or photos of things that remind him of you

best not to open any pictures he sends you while you're at work

sometimes you end up with pictures of yourself- ones you remember him taking, and ones you never knew were taken in the first place

or you end up with videos of him fucking other people. by then he's stopped sleeping around but he still sends them to you to get a reaction

have i mentioned he's shameless? because he will try to make out with you in public. doesn't matter if you're at your work, or if you've "accidentally" bumped into him at the grocery store

not opposed to quickies- will quite literally bend you over the moment you find some privacy, be it a bathroom or a back alley. prefers to take his time with you but is really just content so long as he has you (shameless enough that it doesn't matter if you're practically in public)

moans nearly as loud as you if he's giving oral (the guy may be pretty bad with words but at least he's good with his mouth)

will, whether you like it or not, use his cursed technique to teleport you back to your (his) apartment

at least he makes you breakfast the morning after. good luck walking though

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It wasn't rare for him to stop by unannounced- usually under the guise of visiting the kids. You didn't want their relationship with their father to suffer after the divorce, so reluctantly you agreed to give him weekends and certain holidays. Sudden visits like this are tolerated, but barely.

You made the mistake of offering him a drink.

Really, by now, you should have known better. You should have known that Satoru would find some way to twist the situation. But a few glasses of wine were necessary when it came to tolerating his antics. It's best to try to get him to leave as soon as he shows up. Getting him to leave gets harder the longer he stays.

You've always known the guy was a lightweight. That's one of the few things that hasn't changed about him. Yet, you didn't stop him as he poured his second, third, or fourth glass.

He deemed himself too drunk to drive. Whether out of pity, or a lapse of judgement, you let him crash on your couch.

He appears sound asleep by the time you're getting ready for bed. Thinking he'll let himself out, you toss a blanket over him and go to bed.

You're so used to waking up in the middle of the night because of the kids, that when it happens again, you think nothing of it. As long as the apartment isn't burning down, or one of them hasn't thrown up, you can go back to sleep with no problem.

Today is different. Neither of them are at the door to your room like you're expecting. But your name was called.

It's Satoru. Sat on his knees in front of you, with only his boxers left on, shamelessly palming himself through the fabric. You groan at him to go away- or at least back to the couch.

He's caging you under his arms, fondling your chest, and hips. Large hands wandering your body, taking in every curve and angle of your form.

It's not his fault. He can't help it when you're laid out before him like a meal. Plush thighs spreading to accompany him. Sleep shirt pushed up past your hips to reveal that you're wearing nothing underneath.

"Look who's finally awake," he says, pressing a wet kiss to your forehead, "hey, Mochi."

"The kids-"

Satoru silences you with a kiss. A quick peck- nothing more. He tastes faintly of wine, and he's flushed bright red from forehead to chest. He's shoving your legs together, boxers shoved down his hips, cock pressed between your slick-coated thighs. The head of his cock is weeping precum all across your thighs and stomach. Its such a mess. You're both a mess. Each thrust only makes his stomach burn with need. A need to cum. A need to fill you full of his seed.

But for now he'll settle on this; grabbing handfuls of your thighs. Those same thighs that have been wrapped around his head so many times.

He's far more sober than he looks. He's gotten quite good at that- pretending to be more sober than he really is. Not that he could handle his alcohol in the first place.

"They're both asleep," he says, with a grunt, "probably won't be up for a while. I'll be quiet, I promise."

You're almost ashamed at the slick that's collected between your thighs. Almost. Anger quickly overtakes any shame felt. He gathers some on his fingers, making a show of licking them.

He gives one last sloppy thrust before shooting hot ropes of his cum across your stomach, effectively ruining your sleep shirt.

"Would ya look at that," he says, leaning back to admire the mess he's made, "gotta say, I missed seeing you like this."

Your hands plant on his chest as you give him a good shove.

"Never again," you say, rolling onto your side.

He rolls onto the bed beside you, facing your back. This time you don't fight him as his arms wrap around you, pulling you flush to his chest. When he leans in for a kiss, you can taste yourself on him.

Gojo's lips find your neck and latch onto it, sucking a dark mark into it. He takes note of how your pulse quickens. His hand wanders down your stomach, only stopping for a moment to admire the mess he's made.

"I think I can change your mind," he says, "will you let me?"

"no."

The chuckle he lets out at this sounds coy, but you can hear the nervousness under it. His head falls into the crook of your neck, taking in the scent of your shampoo. Lavender- god- just like he remembers. Your fingers lace with his.

He's still wearing his ring.

#jjk headcanons #jjk x reader #gojo satoru headcanons #gojo satoru x reader #gojou satoru x reader #gojo satoru #satoru gojo x reader #gojo x reader #jjk #jujutsu kaisen #not osha compliant #im trying out a new format for fics/headcanons so if i end up hating this it might change like a hundred times #i wasnt planning on this being a full fic but it basically ended up being one anyway

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ghostie-galaxi · 2 years ago

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hey!! first of all you’re litteraly saving my life by being the only g9 writer lol, anyway, could i ask for make out sessions with ghost9 please 😫😫

Ooooo Spicy!! I'd love too lol, I'll go a bit easy on the younger members and not make them really nsfw, but I'll still make them steamy for the others 😙

(legit almost forgot the ex members ☹️ I feel like I hardly know them anymore)

Sorry this took awhile but I was out of Kpop for a little while but she's done now 😌

Ghost9 Make Out Sessions

Junhyung

Bro he'd be so awkward the first time you even try making out with him

But he'd get into more the second time you do it

And when he does, holy shit-

I feel like we all know that he's pretty controlling just because he's the leader and wanted things to be perfect back in his trainee days and dear god-

Once he starts to get more confident with you he's definitely taking a Dom role

And he's not going to tolerate teasing from you

I can almost guarantee ike once you guys do the deed the first time he's not holding back when you guys make out and it'll always end in something more

More or less likely pins you down, whether you are teasing him or not he's not letting you move any time soon

And also grinds his hips into yours for the same reason of whether your teasing him or not he's just gonna drive you mad

And this cheeky motherfuckers smirk he'll have when does drive you mad- y'all better be prepared, that's all imma say

Dongjun

Also is super awkward to first time

But to me he feels like an emotional and romantic person secretly so he's so still down to do it with you

Honestly I could imagine him accidentally doing something to ruin the mood but in a playful way

Just because he's like that lol

But most of the time he still knows how to be romantic with you

Probably loves just going slow and taking his time with you

And probably teases you if you want to go faster by forcing you to keep it slow

He doesn't get too handsy but he's always holding you in some way

His makeouts probably won't end in something deeper unless you want them too

But when they don't he's still just a giggly mess that cuddles and relaxes with you for awhile

Shin/Suhyun

Serious playful if that makes sense?

Like you both are still laughing and giggling with each other while making out but it's more like teasing while doing it

Like there's so many little things you do to each other that just drive you both crazy

Whether it be the lip biting, roaming hands, subtle hair pulling you just drive each other mad

There's never a boring make out session with each other, you're just here to have fun with each other

He'll get more passionate about it too the more you do it

Because he's just in love with teasing you non stop

And he's always full of surprises 😉

Make outs with him will most likely end up going further than intended

But you're not complaining because DAMN he's got at what he does

Kangsung

Confused excited awkward?

Like he really enjoys kissing you but making out is a bit different but he's excited to try with you

Will be a bit awkward at first but soon starts getting into it

Learns pretty early on that he enjoys teasing you and wants to make you want more

Also likes it when you tease him back so he knows you're comfortable with him

Bites your lip all the time

He just enjoys your reaction everytime

There will be a few occasions when there's something that makes you both laugh and ends up ruining the mood

But most of the time he can resume as if nothing happened

Or just settle for laying with you silently

Junseong

Awkward but somehow just like kissing your best friend

Like honestly he's the only one that I don't think would ever get used to it and he's always a flustered mess

Kissing you normally is still awkward for him let alone making out

He'd definitely have to be completely comfortable with you to do something that inimate

But when he does get to that point he's the sweetest ever

He's so gentle with you and treats you like glass, probably because he's still nervous

And he'll always find a way to lighten the mood by joking around with you

Sometimes (most of the time) you'd have to take the lead and be the one to initiate it

He's always super happy afterwards too

He does enjoy it, he's just a mess always trying to do it

Prince/Pasidh

Surprisingly I don't think he'd be that awkward, but I also don't think he'd go very far with it

Like he's definitely awkward at first but after that he more just does it when he's relaxing with you

Usually just goes slow and gives more lazy kisses

Likes doing it when you're both laying down together

And he likes to put his hand on your waist when you're both like this

Might even draw small circles with his thumb on your waist

That end up accidentally making your shirt ride up a bit and he starts doing it on your bare skin

Which can go either way with making you excited or end up accidentally tickling you

But either way after you both pull away he just smiles at you

And usually just ends in cuddles

Woojin

I feel like he wouldn't be really into it but if it makes you happy he'll do it

I just never see him being the one to initiate it first

But with that said he'll still make his best efforts

Usually let's you take the lead to do what you want

Lots of lazy kisses

Gets a bit awkward when you start getting to it more

Like if you start straddling him or pin his hands up and turns into awkward giggles

Might just push you away for a minute, which you understand and let him get comfortable again or just leave it at that

Probably just goes back to cuddling

Although, I could see neck kisses for him being a bit different and more enjoyable-

Taeseung

It's been awhile so idk if I really know how to write for him anymore

But all I can really imagine is just him being giggly the whole time

I feel like he's the only member that would prefer to be standing up when making out just because he likes looking down on you

Never takes it any further than making out just because he enjoys engulfing you in his arms and kissing you

Would on occasion though, pick you and carry you to sit down with you on the bed or whatever is closest to you

Honestly doesn't ever let you move away from him, and kinda likes it when you wrap your legs around him

Does verbally tease you but in more of a cute way

Cuz I could see him liking seeing your pink cheeks and making you blush all the time

Because he just thinks your cute

When he's done he enjoys just resting his nose on yours and will almost always end up laying down and falling asleep with you

Jinwoo

(his is non-suggestive) even tho he's 18 now and I was writing this before then so

You guys haven't done a lot of really being intimate with each other

In fact kissing each other was really all you've done

But that didn't change that fact that he enjoyed kissing you all the time

Even if he'd get flustered every time he did

There was a day when you were both just laying together in bed and he wanted to try and get over being shy all the time

He turned over making you look at him and he kissed you lips

You smiled at him but you were surprised when he didn't pull away fully and came back to kiss you again

He was still getting smiley and flustered but he enjoyed he little stream of kisses he was giving you

He rested his arm over your body and you just let him keep kissing you

He stopped after a few minutes and just laid where he was with you proud of his accomplishment

#kpop #kpop reactions #kpop scenarios #ghost9 #junhyung #dongjun #shin #kangsung #junseong #prince #woojin #taeseung #jinwoo

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