#he's so fucking perfect it's gonna be the death of me

[torturedlexdepartment]

Happy Birthday Beautiful

JJ Maybank x fem reader

Author's note: ITS MY BIRTHDAY 🎂 and what better way to celebrate than with some smut 😅

Warnings: SMUT, soft JJ, oral (fem receiving), birthday sex

Summary: it's your birthday and your boyfriend JJ wakes you up in the best way possible

You were stirred awake by your boyfriend's movements beside you. You assumed he was just repositioning to go back to sleep so you closed your eyes, planning to do the same. He took you by surprise when he wrapped his arm around you and turned you on your back. Your eyes shot back open and he was climbing on top of you.

“Babe, what are you doing?” You asked softly, still half asleep.

“Shush.” He whispered as he lifted up your shirt and started trailing kisses down your stomach. He gently groped your breasts as his lips kept descending down your body. Every touch, every kiss he placed upon your skin had you humming in response. He stopped briefly to rid you of your lacy black thong, one that you wore specifically because you knew how crazy it drove him. He kissed the insides of your thighs slowly, smirking at the way your body responded to him.

When you finally felt his tongue glide through your folds, your back arched off the bed and you fisted the sheets for stability. He usually liked to start off slow to tease you but this was a change of pace. He sucked your clit into his mouth as he slid two of his fingers inside of you, thrusting mercilessly. You ran your hand through his hair, trying not to buck your hips into his face when his tongue flicked repeatedly over that perfect spot on your clit.

“Fuck JJ.” You whined, feeling yourself start to clench around his fingers.

“That’s it baby girl. Be a good girl and cum for me.” He coaxed.

“Fuck me please.” You pleaded as you looked down at him.

“But it’s your birthday beautiful. I just want to take care of you.” He said as he continued thrusting his fingers deep inside of you, making it nearly impossible to form a coherent sentence.

“And I want you inside of me, please J.” You begged and he couldn’t resist you if he tried. His fingers abandoned you and you whimpered from the empty feeling. But those fingers were quickly replaced with something thicker. Something that stretched you out just right.

“Fuck.” He groaned as he bottomed out. He gave you no time to adjust before pulling out and slamming back in. Your head fell back into the pillow as he left love bites all over the sweet spot on your neck. “How does it feel baby girl?”

“Good J. So fucking good.” You managed out before getting lost in the pleasure. He brought a hand to your throat and squeezed gently, knowing exactly what he needed to do to bring you closer to that edge before slotting his lips over yours. He moved harder and deeper inside you and you felt that familiar coil start to bubble in your stomach.

“My perfect girl. Letting me stuff her full on her birthday.” He growled. You felt his cock start to twitch inside of you as he tightened the grip on your throat. The combination of his filthy words and perfect movements had you clenching around him in record time. “Cum for me princess.”

“Oh god.” You moaned as you gave in, soaking his cock and the sheets beneath you. He quickly followed with his own release and kissed you gently as you both came down. When he went to pull out, you used that opportunity to flip you both over.

“And what do you think you’re doing princess?” He smirked as you straddled him.

“Well it’s my birthday and I’m not done with you yet.” You teased as you leaned down, sucking on his neck.

“You’re gonna be the death of me woman.” He groaned and you bit back a chuckle. You aligned yourself and sunk down on him slowly. He bit his lip and dipped his head back once you started circling your hips over him. Your birthday was just beginning and it was far from over.

[jujus-bizarre-blog]

Some of my favourite Crooked Kingdom quotes :)

So I finished Crooked Kingdom and this post is gonna be a lot less articulate than my last one about the series because...

Who the actual fuck let the last 100 pages of that novel happen???

They were so entertaining but aside from that they had some of the most beautiful sentiments and prose. So I am going to share my favourites from each character's POV in Part Six: Action & Echo :3

Nina: Page 455

"But she hadn't been made for shame."

"Nina had grieved for her loss of power, for the connection she'd felt to the living world. She'd resented this shadow gift. It had seemed like a sham, a punishment. But just as surely as life connected everything, so did death. It was that endless, fast-running river. She'd dipped her fingers into its current, held the eddy of its power in her hand. She was the Queen of Mourning, and in its depths, she would never drown."

It's such a beautiful sentiment and moment to watch her fully come to love herself again and her new power. I love Nina as a deeply relatable character and this was just so perfect to see her come back to loving and finding herself.

Inej: Page 460

"But what about the rest of us? What about the nobodies and the nothings, the invisible girls? We learn to hold our heads as if we wear crowns. We learn to wring magic from the ordinary. That was how you survived when you weren't chosen, when there was no royal blood in your veins. When the world owed you nothing, you demanded something of it anyway."

This gave me chills. Everything about this is utterly gut wrenching and feels incredibly relatable. I reread that line probably 4 times before moving on.

Jesper: Page 471

"It's not a gift. It's a curse. But when it came down to it, Jesper's life had been full of blessings. His father. His mother. Inej. Nina. Matthias leading them across the muddy canal. Kaz--even Kaz, with all his cruelties and failings, had given him a home and a family in the Dregs when Ketterdam might have swallowed him whole. And Wylan. Wylan who had understood before Jesper ever had that the power inside him might be a blessing too."

Jesper realizing that for all the shit luck he has at tables he has been lucky enough to have amazing people in his life. It's just very sweet.

Matthias: Page 483

"Unnatural, said the old, determined voice. Beautiful, said the voice that had spoken the night he'd helped Jesper and Kuwei escape Black Veil. It was newer, less certain, but louder than ever before."

I love this part because it shows just how much Matthias has changed through the two books. It's beautiful and sweet and heartwarming.

Wylan: Page 427

"Wylan summoned every bit of bravado he'd learned from Nina, will he'd learned from Matthias, the focus he'd studied in Kaz, the courage he'd learned from Inej, and the wild, reckless hope he's learned from Jesper, the belief that no matter the odds, somehow they would win."

Okay... I cheated with Wylan's it's from his chapter just before Action & Echo... BUT, I think this sentiment is much more telling than anything in his Part Six chapter. I love this quote because it shows just how much his found family taught him. They're messy, they're brutal, and they're awful, but they are everything to each other. They teach each other, they help, they care, they tease, and that's way more than Wylan ever had at home.

Kaz: Page 480 & 529

"'I also had her stop at the Menagerie.'

She smiled then, her eyes red, her cheeks scattered with some kind of dust. it was a smile he thought he might die to earn again."

"'That's the laugh,' he murmured."

The second quote isn't from his chapter, it's from Inej's final one, but it conveys the same thing as the first quote. It shows what Kaz could have been, that somewhere in there he wants to show Inej can take his armour off, that he is willing to do it for her and I think it's just really gratifying to see.

That all being said chapter 42 was so evil. It had me going from sobbing of joy to sobbing of sorrow and back to joy in the span of 3 paragraphs istg. What the actual fuck Leigh Bardugo???

[hurlingdown]

Kyros.

Mr. Awkward. — Afraid of hurting you in the slightest bit by sitting on you.

He’d be scared to sit on your face. “No, I don’t deserve to have the chance to be pleasured…” You were leaning against the pillow supporting the position to have him over you. You assumed he never wanted to do this because of the lack of balance his leg has. (A certain hc but it’s not important rn)

“You’re wrong. You deserve this. You’ve worked so hard. Let me do something for you just this once.” You can see the swells of tears build up in his eyes. “What if… I hurt you?” You smirk in a gentle way. “If anybody’s going to get affected, it’s you. ‘Cause I’m going to make sure you won’t be able to walk tomorrow.” A steamy blush burns over his face.

You can tell it caused more a reaction down there. His pussy started to leak a bit. You don’t give much time for him to reach before you pull his leg over and practically drag him to sit on your face. “…’m not gonna drop you, baby.” He had your shoulders on a death grip. “O-okay, hu-hnngh… shit.” You lick his pussy with adorned delight. It sends shivers down his spine. Broken up moans fill your ears, with a wobbly leg trying to keep him from slamming down on your face.

You feel a little irritated by it. You understand. You do, but it still feels like a hit on a sore spot. “Kyros. Trust me here, you’re not going to hurt me.” You nuzzled your nose at the perfect spot, licking the entrance of his hole, making his breath stutter. “Fine, but d-don’t tease! ‘M s’close..! Please, fuck me more.” Body betraying his fortitude. “H-hanngh! Yes, yes, right there, oh god, you’re so good!” You chuckle underneath that remark. An ego boost was definitely needed after what he tried not doing but you will never tell the poor man it.

“Good to hear that my baby boy is feeling good. Now why don’t we start doing this more often. I think this is the faster you came, especially when I’m under your gorgeous figure.” Spurting cum overflew your mouth as you nearly laugh at his whiny moans. “I don’t deserve such a compliment-“ you dug your finger right into his pussy. “Never said I want done, sweetheart.” Tears swollen down his cheeks as he continuously moans into your shoulder. “God… this is too much. Don’t stop…”

You chuckle. “Too good or too much, honey?” He doesn’t respond after a few seconds. “Sorry… m-ix of words..! Oh, shit, right there,” you find him too cute not to accept the apology. As he cums on your fingers a second time, he slowly jumps up and down on your fingers before pulling out. “You’re so good… it’s me who doesn’t deserve you, Ky” as you envelop in a kiss. Falling into the kiss without a moment of rest. You slide your cock under him and slowly let him ride you.

“I love you.”

You two went on for another three hours. He did, in fact, have trouble walking that day. With a flush stained face staring at you when he tripped to go to the bathroom. Embarrassed as hell, but was cradled by you to the shower. He needed a little more help than he thought.

Look at him, he’s so cute.

Now,

Now,

More Dressrosa characters.

This one is going to be fun.

Cavendish.

Like jealous Cavendish would be so easy to rile up.

When it comes to his looks, Cavendish doesn’t feel too threatened. He knows he’s good-looking. He knows a lot of people look at him for charms and not because he’s a pirate. Expect you. You, his partner, has gotten used to his bedazzling style of acting. “My absolute favorite person in the world, doesn’t this brooch look so good?” You glance down at where his finger was pointing on his chest. “Mm… looks great, babe.” You paid almost no mind.

You stared off in the distance. What it seemed like, to Cavendish, was somebody else. Someone else? Not him. Another person. Not to mention, he was fine-looking, too. A soft grunt barely makes past Cavendish’s lips, eyeing how you were intently looking at the other man. “Hey, Cave’? You’re not getting jealous are you?” You stare at him with a smirk.

His face turns red, “w-what? What preposterous insolence—“ you put your finger over his mouth. “Alright, you’ve made your point. Now, baby, why don’t you sit down on your favorite seat and prove you’re not jealous.” A hitch in breath as he looks at you with reddened confusion. “N-now? On the deck? No, wait… let’s go to our room, first. Out of here, n-now! Your captain orders it!” As he pulls you up out of your rested position, he pushes you to you two’s room.

Your glinting eyes with a smirk that doesn’t at all mean anything innocent. “So you are!” A vein pokes out, “ am not! Shut up and go! Now that I’m moved - you’ll satisfy my craving!” You snicker, already hard for his pussy.

“Y��know, there are other ways of getting me to come with you in bed, darling.” His flush was cherry-pink, shoving you on the bed, giving you no time to react, resting himself on your crotch. “You better get hard, quickly…” Somehow, already at his wits end, he starts rocking his lips over and over your crotch.

You’re a tease. You sit there silently, watching him work you up, but having no luck. You’re in the mood, but you want him to break, first. “C-c’mon… why aren’t you getting hard? He-help me unbutton my shirt, too.” You slide his blonde bangs out of his face, “why you in such a rush?” You glide your hands down to his collar and help him slide it off of his shoulders.

You lightly kiss his bare skin. Making him moan at the softest tenderness of your lips. “Baby…” Softness rekindles in his voice. His eyes half-lidded, rocking back and forth on your pants. While frustration was there, he wanted you too much to rush things if you wanted to go slow. He was too desperate. Too fumed by jealousy to let you go.

“You’re not leaving until I cum! Get hard, get ha-r-ha..” You wanted him to shut up, so you shove your hand down to harshly rub on his pussy. “Why don’t you quiet down, and let the one who can perfect your cumulative success all the time? Besides, you need to learn some respect, babe.” His hips inching into the air, hands gripping the sheets, “s-shit! To-o fast! Slow down, hey, wait!”

You’re a bit mean when he gets bratty like this. “You said I’m not leaving until you cum, correct? Well, I’m at your service, captain.” His head rolls back, broken up moans, “no, wait, n-not li-ke this! Please, your cock, I really need you! C’mon… I don’t want to be fingered! I want to get fucked!”

You did too. As your dick finally was starting to harden. You finally ripped his pants off, to finish the fingering. “A little more, babe, you’re not going to be done after cumming once, are you? Thats a little disappointing after being so riled up to have sex.” His moans turns into soft grunts. “No way in hell! I can handle whatever you’re going to dish out. Fuck Ms with your fingers for as long you want for all I care, but you better have that dick inside me by the end of the night. ‘Ya hear me?”

Something about his serious sex demands manga instantly turned you on. After his shuttering climax erupted, and him falling back down on his news, and your freed cock, “finally. Yes, ugh, you feel so good!” His stamina is unrelenting. He’s already humping on you. As you lay back down to adjust your hips to his position, “slow down, babe. Weren’t you just the one complaining about me going too fast? You’re going to slip.”

“S-shut up. I’m now in control, so I can go however fast I desire. Besides, that was only a warm up.” He huffs out in a bit of a cold tone. “Mmh, that’s true. I hope you’re ready, because I’m going to fuck ‘ya like the world’s watching, firecracker.” You can tell by his hands gripped on your hips he was getting close. Demands are you two’s kink’s, you guess.

By the time you two were done, his hair was so messy that he refused to look at himself until it was brushed. “Geez, didn’t need to go that rough! I’m all messy, now. You’re going to pay by buying all of our supplies at our next stop!” You chuckle. “‘Aye, Cap’n!”

I kind stole some of this from your law fic, again, where he’s at a bar. If you can’t tell by the way this drabble went.

- Saturn 🪐

KYROS OLD MAN PUSSY. having him sit on your face squirming about smearing his musk and wetness all over you oh fuckk that's so sexy.

cavendish though. getting him jealous enough to consider doing it on deck where everyone can see. pushing your fingers against his clothed cunt until he's sobbing, rubbing his wet cave up and down your length until his poor clit gets overstimulated, so swollen it looks like a tiny cock. it's too much, but his lips part to let out lewd cries for more, pliable body begging for you to dick him down already.

these were so gooood!!! second one was definitely my favourite though, i love being mean to that arrogant little twink

[thereareeyesinsidethetrees]

ford: it just doesn’t feel good that everyone knows me as stan2 and nothing else

stan: have you ever tried to talking to them? maybe if you knew you better, they’d know you as, y’know, ford, the one and only, or somethin’

ford: ???

stan: what? what’d i say?

ford: just because i’m almost sixty doesn’t mean i want to fucking die, lee!

stan: i never said you did???

ford: ‘just talk to them’, i would rather stay alive a tad bit longer, thank you

stan: are you serious? they’re not going to kill you

ford: you don’t know that! are you in their heads? i think not

stan: …none ‘em will try to hurt you if i’m around

ford: …okay. sure. but you’d be doing all the talking

stan: that kinda defeats the whole point of meeting people y’know

ford: …i. didn’t exactly say i wanted to do that?

stan: what if i die, what then? if you don’t have someone you can trust, you’re just gonna lock yourself up in the middle of the woods again! that’s not healthy for you

ford: i don’t need to worry about that, because you’re not going to die

stan: ford-

ford: you’re not, no arguing. i would invent a cure to death itself if i had to

stan: …i mean, i can’t say i don’t believe you

ford: besides, i have the kids. and soos?? surprisingly??

stan: yeah, he’s a real good guy. gets along well with everyone

ford: how does he manage to seem so trustworthy?

stan: cause he is. i mean, he messes things up sometimes, but that’s not cause he’s got bad intentions or anything. i don’t think he’s physically capable of wanting bad things for people

ford: …incredible. i must study him

stan: i- y’know? i was gonna say no, but i don’t think he’d mind that actually

ford: perfect >:]

[i-dont-want-your-hysteria]

I need him in my life so bad it actually fucking hurts

(scan via Rebecca Clark)

[just-null]

are you oka- oh.

[hella1975]

would you like to talk about how bad the mha ending was hella

as much as i would love to give like. a comprehensive response i genuinely dont think i can get my words together just yet without it being a constant unintelligble stream of 'AND ANOTHER THING-' and bc it's become quite torn in the fandom on if the chapter was good or bad i want like. an actual coherent response here. so i will reblog this if/when i can word it but know IM NOT FUCKING HAPPY

[frnkiebby]

pretty boy is prettying hard~🎃

[orcelito]

As for my post this morning. If anyone was worried. Me personally I'm okay (I guess) but my dad's in the hospital and things r still very up in the air. So.

[quietwingsinthesky]

what if. Amy “fix-it” because hallucifer makes sam so paranoid about dean leaving for no reason that sam gives in and follows him and is witness to the whole thing

[alistair-stan]

Clearly my stamina for video games has waned DRAMATICALLY bc ive barely managed to clock 2 hours of inquisition across 2 days.

And its not like im fatigued by the gameplay or anything yet like i just got the fucking title screen lol. Like this is not a hinterlands bear moment or a fallow mire situation yet

[mcybree]

"if you happen to fall in the subcategory of people who are really into third life and also rain world lets talk. please. i have an au come back"

i am staring at u with my artificer plushy in my hands

*walks onto the stage. taps mic.* um. Jimmy sliver of straw incident. *jumps off the apron breaking all of my bones immediately upon contact with the floor*

[kralmajales]

Ugh I’m MAD.

[sofarsogoodsowhat]

guys look what my mom got me :)

[inbabylontheywept]

i did wrestling in middle school. on one hand, i was actually quite good at it, which was nice. being good at any sport was a new achievement for me. on the other hand, i was bi, and i was trying very hard not to notice that i was bi, and getting folded into knots by very kind, very muscular dorks made that task somewhat difficult.

adding fire to the problem was that my parents and my grandparents wanted to watch my matches, because they were very proud that their Gangly Nerd Son was actually Sporting, and they wanted to cheer me on. which would've been sweet and all, but if there are four people you do not want there during a key part of your Burgeoning Sexual Awakening, it is your mom and your dad and your grandma and your grandpa.

right? i mean, imagine some guy's got your head in his armpit, and you're going you know, old sweat smells bad, but fresh sweat has a sort of and then you make eye contact with your grandpa in the stands and you remember you're swearing spandex so if you pop a boner people aren't just going to be able to see the outline, they're going to be able to count the veins, and the only way you will be able to restore your family's honor after that would be by moving to siberia and renouncing joy, forever. that, or lift your entire body up by your kneck then twist 180 degrees without paralyzing yourself.

it’s a lot of pressure, is what i’m saying.

still it did motivate me to win my matches really fast. because i was so tall and skinny, i was stupidly good at the double leg takedown, and then once someone was knocked down, i'd just do the half nelson and kind of flip em over for the pin. then the ref would count to three and i’d win. EZPZ.

i had one match where that went great. won in the first ten seconds, sat back down, and prepared myself for a good hour or two of doing fuck all. didn't even feel bad the parents/grandparents were gonna be bored. the matches went up from me in 5 pound increments (i was in the 115 lbs division) and it was going great until we got to the 145 lbs division. the other school's wrestler stepped onto the mat, and she turned out to be a girl so our guy flipped, because for straight guys, wrestling a girl is not a pleasant experience.

i'm not entirely unsympathetic. my experience wrestling dudes was definitely a little traumatic. but also, i dealt. guy could've dealt too. instead, he refused to wrestle, and the coach went - fine. not even worth fighting over.

so he went to the 140 pounder, and that guy said, nosir, my mom said mormons can't wrestle girls. next guy down, 135 pounder, now he knew he could pull the same card and thus did. 130 pounder, 125, both tapped out. he got to the 120 guy, and that guy was catholic, but he said he was considering being mormon, and thus would have to pass. as a precaution.

coach blew up a little at that. he said "is there anyone - anyone - on this entire goddamn team that is willing to wrestle a girl?" and then he pointed at me and said "YOU. MAT. GO."

and i'll be real, if i'd been paying more attention, i'd have pulled the mormon card too, but i'd just been putting all that audio into a buffer file because i was reading, so i was halfway across the mat before i even processed what had been said and by then it was too late to turn back.

still i had a plan. and my plan - my beautiful, perfect plan - was to do what i'd always done. tackle, flip, pin, win. sit down. read. bore my family to death. move on.

i got the first part right. she was bigger than me, but she wasn't taller. just an incredibly stout woman. god built me like a snake with glasses, just as he built her like a combat cube. the problem was the half nelson. soon as she was down, i tried hooking my arm under hers from behind and for both genders, the defense for this move is just clamping your arms really fucking tight against your sides. if you're a guy, that's whatever, but if you're a girl - especially if you're god's chosen combat cube - that pins your opponents hand right against your boob.

so, i got the hook in, she clamped, my whole arm pressed against something soft, my coach was yelling THE HALF NELSON. BABYLON! JUST FINISH IT! FINISH THE HALF NELSON! and i was just trying to press hard enough to finish, when then my brain went

...oh.

and i flipped out. of course i flipped out. i like girls, and touching a boob is an elemental experience, and i was not ready. i was not prepared. i had not committed the sacred rites. i recoiled like i'd just brushed my arm against the surface of the sun, stood up, and backed away. nobody in the room knew why i'd given up. all they saw was me, right about to win, suddenly flailing around and scrambling. so everyone started screaming at me to just get the half nelson again, and i couldn't really yell back there's a fuckin' boob in the way and it was very distressing, and the only way i could think of to make them stop was just doing it over again the right way.

so i did.

i hunkered down and prepared myself for Wrasslin' Attempt #2: The Sequel.

i knocked her down again, EZPZ. i went for the half nelson again, but she knew what i was about to do so she super clamped, and i knew she was gonna super clamp, so i wound my arm back like a pop-eye cartoon punch before swinging my arm through the gap between her bicep and her side, but the amount of time i spent winding back super signalled what i was about to to do, which gave her time to clamp even harder, which somehow redirected the entire force of the popeye punch to the bottom of her bra.

it spat out a single boob the same way an action hero might spit out one single tooth after getting a solid crack across the jaw. as if to say:

*ptooie.* "that all you got?"

i did not actually see this. my experience was that first there was an arm, then there was a bit of boob, but i was braced, i was ready, forward at all costs, tatakae motherfuckers, and then the boob went away, and i didn't know where it went but my team, and the audience, and everyone who was in front of me, they all gasped like i just kicked them in the stomach. except for my coach. he was behind me, and thus one of the four people in the room who did not see the boob. now my mom, my dad, my grandma, and my grandpa, they all got flashed but nooooooo, coach thunderbutt was behind me, and he didn't see shit so he was still yelling NOOOOOO BABYLON WHAT ARE YOU DOING JUST FINISH THE NELSON! GO FOR THE KILL! BABYLON! BABYLON!

but i did not go for the kill. i stood up and she stuffed her boob back real fast, and we just kind of circled each other awkwardly until time ran out and i won on points. that's not technically allowed, but the ref had some mercy on me.

my coach did not.

i barely had time to sit down before he strode over to the bench to chew me out.

"babylon," he said, in that very calm way people get when they're too pissed to yell. "why didn't you pin?"

and i didn't know how to say well coach, i tried, but there was a boob, and it kept getting in the way, and my mom was watching, and so was my dad, and so was his dad, and his mom, and god (like bible god) and that's a can of worms because i'm pretty sure he was already mad at me, and i'm wearing spandex, and i think i might have to move to siberia, so instead i said

"i uh. i forgot how to do the half nelson."

which is actually impossible. forgetting how to do the half nelson is like forgetting how to swallow your spit.

and he looked at me, like i was the dumbest person in the entire world, and i looked through him like i'd just survived my 250th day in a trench at verdun, and he said: fine.

fine.

but we're all going to practice it for an hour tomorrow because you forgot.

and then he left.

and my buddies had the gall to be salty about it. i got so many comments saying "dude, why didn't you just tell him the truth?" and i said "you can if you care so damn much. you could've wrestled the girl too. maybe someone else should do the hard thing today."

but they didn't. so the next day, we did an hour of half nelson drills, and i spent a decent amount of time getting thrown around the mat, and it was pleasant in exactly the way that i hated and the year after that, to the surprise of everyone but myself, i quit wrestling and joined the trivia team.

and if you want more reasons to love my mom, my grandpa joked after the match that i might have to talk to my bishop about it, and my mom told him he would be allowed to make jokes after he stood in front of a crowd of 110 people in spandex underpants while wrestling a woman that was not his wife.

he paused for almost five seconds after that. then he said: aw. hell. sorry babylon.

and i'd have preferred my apology from god, but getting it from him was pretty good too.

[justmeclover]

AGH

HUGH

JHYDGYUQFIHOJRDU(FYEHWOIJDPHG(YBNSWDJLKIJHF)WB

*dies