#hoe fairy

[thirstyandbeautiful]

Our Dirty Secret, Pt. 12 

more consequences!

PART ONE ~ PART TWO ~ PART THREE ~ PART FOUR - PART FIVE - PART SIX - PART SEVEN - PART EIGHT - PART NINE - PART TEN - PART ELEVEN

Bestie <3: so how you making out without your mid day dick?

Wow. You’re so subtle. 

Bestie<3: I rly do feel bad for you!

Sure 

Bestie<3: you know

Bestie<3: im gonna ignore your shit mood

Bestie<3: cause id have a shit mood too

Bestie<3: if I wasnt getting all that DICK

Omg

Bestie<3: I mean what was it like 5x a day?

No! I’m fine.

Bestie<3: my poor friend having to rely on toys like the rest of us!!!!

SHUT UP. 

I’m on my way back to the hotel, I’ll call you later tonight

Bestie<3: do u at least sext?

Or not.

Bestie<3: you bette rnot cause if u have pics of that monster cock and don’t share I swear

GOOD NIGHT. 

Bestie<3: lmao nightie night get that good dic k tonight!!

“Ya ready?” Daniel’s voice echoed in your ear as you quickly hunched over with a loud gasp, locking your phone as quickly as your disoriented fingers would let you. Always quick to laugh, Daniel placed a gentle hand on your shoulder, “Don’t worry, I didn’t see anything.”

A forced smile almost cracks your face in half as you look at your oblivious boss. His easy smile and touches had burned you inside and out all week. The absence of the other Aussie in your life had hung heavy in the air. If your lie had been festering before, now it was agonizing. You could feel the guilt drag down your spine with each step as you followed after Daniel.

“Ha ha,” you playfully punched his shoulder, “come on.”

Daniel fell in step beside you, humming some tune as you left the paddock. In the dark, it was easy to fix your gaze on the shadows the bright lights cast on the darkened lot. 

“Looking forward to getting back?” You chirped as his shadow pressed to your own.

“Yeah, gotta catch Mike up.”

You bit your lip and stayed silent the whole way to the car.

-

Your thighs shook around Michael’s hips as you came. The pleasure cut through your body, sharp as lightning while Michael groaned at your tightened pussy. There’s barely any air in your lungs as a pressure builds in your lower abdomen, as if every thrust inside of you has cranked up the heat licking up your spine. Before it can release, Michael lets out a broken moan and his hips stay pinned to yours. He hushed you as your whimpered, his own little sounds released in time with the gentle rocking between his legs. Everything felt hot, and you could feel your bodies pressed together, slickness trapped between your skins. You could feel the pulse at the base of his cock, pressed so hard against your clit, and the part inside of you that he had hammered against to make you cum now ached.  He filled you so good, and you fit him like a glove. Every movement, every twitch, every delicious jerk of his cock as he filled you made your night.

There was no shame, no lying here. Just you and him. The only moments that had felt right lately had been with him.

When Michael pulled his head back from where he’d buried his face in your neck, he looked down at you and kissed your nose breathlessly before groaning as he leaned over you. You gasped as he pressed deeper into you as he reached for the bedside drawer. You already knew what he was searching for and you groaned as you squeezed your eyes shut. You could hear and feel him laughing at you. With a final huff, you opened your eyes and tried to look at him with a straight face above you, pointedly ignoring the pink vibrator in his hand. 

“You’re gonna blush? I’m cumming in you raw, r-right-“ he groaned, his nose scrunching as more warmth fills you, “now, and you’re gonna blush cause I took out your toy?” 

Instead of promising to leave it for later, Michael rocked back on to his knees. He chuckled at the way you shivered and hissed from the partial absence of him inside you. Without his heated body on top of you, the cool air of the room rushed to your moist skin. With how sensitive he’d made you between your legs, it felt like ice against you. 

You yelped as he pressed the vibrator to your swollen sex, and made sure that it pressed firmly under your hood and the edge pressed against your ring of flesh that was still locked around his cock. 

“Fucccckkkkkkk me.” Michael’s neck muscles pulsed and flexed as his head dipped back, “you feel amazing.”

You shuddered as he dragged his cock out of you, the length still throbbing hard and covered in your combined cum. When he rolled his hips forward again into yours, his groan dragged into a growl. Your pussy clenched as you felt the vibration down his body to between your legs. 

“Wanna cum in you again.” 

You opened your eyes to catch his half lidded gaze, an Adonis kneeled between your spread thighs. The sweat that glistened on his skin served to show off every curve of meticulously built muscle as every inch of it worked towards overstimulating you and, as he said, working another load into you. 

“Hey!” 

You almost jumped out of your skin as you woke with a start, the seatbelt across your chest pulling tight around your sensitive breasts as you gained your bearings.

Left the paddock. Headed back to hotel. In the car. With Danny.

“Sorry, I didn’t mean to scare ya!” Dan had his hands up, a shy smile on his face, “You were making some noises, thought you might be having a bad dream.”

Your cheeks heated as the wetness in your panties confirmed that no, it wasn’t a bad dream, boss, I was just having a sex dream about your trainer. 

You smiled tightly at him, “Thanks, I-“ you wiped the sheen shine of sweat from your brow line, “I don’t remember what it was.” Kill me. 

“Ah, it’s probably the jet lag, you know? It does things to ya.” 

“Yeah, yeah.” you nodded as you looked back out the window, recognizing the streets as being very close to your hotel. 

There was an excited thrum that electrified your body that filled you with embarrassment. You could go without sex, you’d done it before. But lately, ever since ‘the incident’ (as your little team had labeled Michael’s assault on Jon), your thoughts had veered away from the dick you’d been hanging off of for months and instead focused on the owner of that dick. 

Get a fucking grip. 

You only felt this way cause you were an idiot. A stupid idiot who felt hot over such a big boy fighting over you, for you. Jon had fucked around and found out, and you’d been defended. You could count the number of times someone had gone to bat for you on one hand, and it felt good to know that that included someone in your present. It was caveman brain, which seemed to be effecting the both of you lately. 

“Here!” Danny shouted like a child, “Ah, finally.” he groaned as he bounced out of the van. He turned back and reached for you, taking your hand to help you out.

“Thanks.” you nodded as stepped into the lobby together, “Are you off to your room?” 

The hotel was nice, beyond nice. It was definitely one of the more ritzy ones that you frequented during the season. The grand ceiling was a masterpiece of cathedral proportions and the rooms were spacious and stuffed with free amenities.

The three of you had gotten rooms in separate buildings, the boys on one side of the massive property and yours on the other. If anything, it made things easier because you could easily blame him not being able to find you or Michael on the property being so big.

“Yeah, yeah.” Daniel nodded, “Unless-” he shrugged towards the bar attached to the lobby, and you felt your chest cave in, “you wanna-”

“Hi guys!” 

Daniel rolled his eyes. Jon, ever the bastard, happily strolled up to you guys. It was wild to think that you had ever gotten along or even liked the trainer. He had really stepped into his ‘asshole’ role fully, and seemed to love to poke every bear he could find. You couldn’t stand him, but now, even after everything, you were grateful for his ability to pop up at the worst times. 

“Jon.” Daniel nodded, “How’s it going?” 

“Oh, fine, fine,” he looked pointedly at you both, “you guys just get back from the paddock? M’waiting for Lando.” 

You nodded and crossed your arms across your chest, “Cool.”

“Where’s Michael?” He looked pointedly at you before turning to Daniel, “You didn’t have him waiting for you?”

You jerked your head to the side at Daniel, and gave him the okay to leave. If one Aussie decking Jon wasn’t enough, two would probably get them all in even more trouble.

“You sure?” Dan asked you. 

“Yeah, yeah. Tell Mike I said hi.” 

Jon’s chuckle made your lip curl, “Tell him I said hi too!”

Daniel gave him the finger as he disappeared into a side corridor, on his way to the left building that would lead him to his room. When he was out of sight, you faced Jon.

“So-”

“You’re so fucking annoying.” You cut him off, “You really don’t learn?” 

Jon laughed this time, “Should’ve had your man hit me harder.”

You knew you shouldn’t take the bait, so you didn’t. Turning on your heel, you focused on the heavy click of your heels on the shiny tile floor as you crossed the lobby. 

Don’t look back, don’t look back. 

It was a long walk through the courtyard to your own suite’s building, around some pools and such. On the first day you’d arrived, you’d hated it. It gave you too much time to think, too much time for your thoughts to turn. Even mad as you were, your brain tried to stray back to the guilt that seemed anchored in you.

You felt too much, too fast. You were pissed, you were tired, your body still felt hot to the touch from your stupid dream. Taking a heavy deep breath, you tried to center yourself. You counted the clack of your heels each time they struck the cobbled walkway and focused on what you could spot in front of you. The statues, the architecture, all of the glamorous lifestyle around you. 

It was the exact kind of luxury that reminded you why you even took this job, and only served to skewer your mind as your mind plummeted to how much more you’d gotten.

Michael.

You wished you could just enjoy the fact that he’d laid out Jon in that club, and how he’d fucked you so deep right after, but when’d grabbed your chin and spoke those words they’d sunk into the pit of your stomach like a stone. 

“I’d do it again.”

Now they were stuck in your head like a curse.

Michael had pressed his lips so sweetly to yours and kissed up your smile until you pressed your lips back to his. You could feel the phantom caress of his fingers against your thighs every time you closed your eyes. He’d been so gentle, so sweet. It had brought you back to the way he’d looked at you when you first rode him. The same look of relaxed content. 

And that was where the doubt seeped in. 

You didn’t want content. You wanted money, luxury, a good fucking. You wanted all the perks of F1 life, the parties and hotels- even the fucking notch on your resume made it worth it. But a secret relationship with a trainer was a huge potential derailment to everything you’d worked towards.

“What am I doing?” You muttered to yourself. 

Quick steps behind you made you flinch to the side, “Walking to your dick date?” Jon offered. The fucker had caught up to you.

“How’s your face?” You deadpanned.

His face was healed, the only remnant that suggested he’d been in a (one sided) fight was the blotches of yellow that remained around his eye and cheek. It had been bad, you’d caught some photos online. He’d been a mess of purple and greens, and it had set the internet aflame. But clearly he’d learned nothing from it.

“Fine.” He smiled with all his teeth at you before adding, “Your boyfriend somehow didn’t break my nose, just bruised my eye so bad it traveled.”  

“Oh, shut up. You know he’s not my boyfriend.”

He hummed in disagreement, and kept up with your brisk pace, “Fuck buddies don’t usually get so possessive, you know?” 

“Hush.” You hissed at Jon as you slipped into the next corridor. You could see the shiny elevators and picked up your pace to the point where you practically jogged towards them.

Jon came to a stop beside you as you stabbed the up button on the key pad, “Or what?” 

You smiled at him as you pressed the elevator button again, “Or I’ll sic my very scary Aussie on you. I’m sure he’d love a second round.” 

Jon laughed, “Oh, ‘yours’ now?”

You schooled your face, not giving anything away to the vulture. Instead, you pressed the elevator button again and again. When Jon realized you weren’t going to rise to his bait, he decided to twist the knife as best he could. 

“You know, I do actually think he’s stupid enough to hit me again.” You scoffed, but before you could say anything back, he continued, “That’s what love does. Makes you stupid, huh?”

He leaned casually against the mirrored wall beside the elevator and rubbed his beard. You hated how he looked at you, how his eyes raked up and down your form like he knew something, like he could see something that he wasn’t meant to. It made your skin crawl.

“We’re not in love.” You bit out, even as an angry twist of confusion warred in your stomach. 

“Right, right. Well, you are the smart one, aren’t you?” He looked up at the elevator screen, and watched silently as the numbers declined to the ground floor. 

Your impatience got the better of you, “If you have something to say, just come out and say it.” 

The elevator chose that moment to arrive. You had one foot in the shaft, and held your arm out so he couldn’t follow you. Bravely, stupidly, you looked him dead in the eye and waited for him to get his last word in. He looked down at his feet as he crossed his arms across his chest. His mouth opened before it abruptly shut, just for the curve of his lips to open with an obscenely wide smile. At that moment, you regretted giving him the opportunity, at putting yourself on the chopping block with a man who wanted nothing but to skewer you open with the very personal information he had. 

“Here’s some advice for you, which I’m sure you don’t need but you know…” Jon smirked as you leaned heavily on the arm that blocked his access and held the elevator door open, “Don’t fall in love with him.” You rolled your eyes and choked on a laugh as you stepped back and pressed your floor’s button. Jon laughed without you before quickly adding, “Cause he won’t be there to catch you.” just as the doors closed between you.

“Fuck!” you yelled in the empty mirrored box. 

You had wanted so bad to curse Jon out, a ‘fuck you’ had been on the edge of your tongue the entire time. And yet, when it came to it, you’d looked at him with shock, giving him exactly what he wanted. A reaction. And now that reaction was twisted in your stomach and in your head. Alone in the elevator, you were stuck with the echo of his words. You felt your own shoulders stiffen as your breathing got shallower. It felt like your lungs were full of smoke, and you struggled to suck in a solid breath. 

The rest of the walk to your hotel room was a blur filled with self deprecation and a rolling tummy. Jon’s words stung. It wasn’t about whether or not it was true, you told yourself, it was about if it could be true. 

Everyone’s worst nightmare is being unlovable, isn’t it? You joked in your head. 

You bit your lip as you staggered down the carpeted hallway. You knew Michael felt for you, he obviously did, months of fucking and living together forced camaraderie. He wouldn’t have punched Jon if he didn’t. But he didn’t punch Jon cause he cared for you like that. You knew that. You knew that because you didn’t care for him like that. This was an objective relationship built around your shared pleasure. Michael and you were the same kind of fucked up. 

You dragged your feet all the way to your door and let yourself in. The light to the small hallway was on, as were the lights in the rest of the suite. You footfalls slowed as you approached the opening to the rest of the room. Your heart stopped when you looked around the wall.

“What the fuck are you doing?” Michael leaned to see the rest of you as you stepped out from around the wall.

“Jesus Christ.” you pressed your hand to your chest, “You scared me!” Michael laughed at you, “What- how the fuck did you get in here?”

“Same as last time- husband card.” He held up the extra key card with your room number scribbled on it triumphantly. 

You licked your lip, “Good for you.” you shrugged.

“So, how was it?” 

You looked at Michael, the echo of Jon’s words still fresh in your head and decided not to stop yourself. With quick steps, you got to him and reached up, gripping his shoulders so you could boost yourself up into his arms. 

“Hey-”

Before he could get out a word, you pressed your lips to his and licked his lower lip. His lips parted for you and his tongue met yours. Moaning into his mouth, you pushed his tongue away with your own so you could playfully pull at his lower lip with your teeth.

“What-” 

You grunted against him and pressed your lips harder to his mouth, but Michael was quick to grip your ribs in his large hands and detach you from him. You landed on your feet in front of him with an angry huff. 

“What’s gotten into you?” he caught his breath as he looked you up and down, “Dan told me you ran into-”

“Don’t say his name.” you growled as you stepped forward and pressed your hands to his chest, “Just- just-” You struggled to put your needs into words and dragged your hands down his body until you could curl your fingers around the bottom of his shirt, “Gimme.”

Michael huffed against your lips, and you could feel the way the corners of his mouth had pulled up. He found you so funny, so funny you could’ve cried. With an angry groan, you jumped back off of him.

“No, no, no!” You stomped your foot, to Michael’s endless amusement, “You do not get to do this.” 

“What?” Michael smiles down at you condescendingly and you hate the way you can feel your nipples harden at his mocking tone, “You don’t like when I laugh at you?” 

You growled and crossed your arms before dropping them again. Your fists tightened at your sides. 

 Michael took a step closer to you and looked down at you, that condescending smile that made you weak in the knees on his face, “You went a day without cock and now you wanna throw a fit?” Your face scrunched as Michael laughed, “You know I can only get our clothes off so fast. You can’t come in here and just jump me.” 

You crossed your arms, and feel your face heat up. There was a growing pulse between your legs and you were embarrassed to say how close you were to begging. Fuck it.

“Please?”

Your legs shook with the force you consciously put into not dropping to your knees to nuzzle the firm bulge you knew he always had between his pant legs. 

“Huh?” He huffed a laugh and reached out, quickly capturing your hair in his fist, “You miss me inside you?” 

You whimpered and clenched your hands in his shirt. He had your head tilted back, his large hand fisted your hair at the base of your skull. He looked so controlled, his spine straight even as he looked down at you. But you knew better. He wanted you just as bad. 

Taking a shaky breath, you straightened your fingers until your hands were flat against him before slowly sliding them down to his body. You dragged your nails over the ridges of his abdomen over his shirt, before you dug your thumbs into his Adonis belt. Michael’s breathing hitched as you dragged your digits under the waistband of his shorts and gently curled your fingers around his thickening length and heavy balls. 

“Get on your knees.” he rasped. 

You dropped fast, and took his clothes with you. Half hard, you eagerly took him in your mouth and sucked harder. Your suctioned lips pulled at his filling length as your tongue swirled around the weeping tip. Your hands kept busy. One fastened around the base of his cock, jerking him off, while the other lightly fondled his balls the way he liked. 

“Look so pretty,” he mumbled, making you open your eyes as you looked up at him, “so pretty with your mouth full.” with a smirk he smacked the side of your face.

You sucked in a breath and let your mouth fall open, his cock falling from it to twitch in front of your face. A thread of spit connected his dick to your lips as you kept your tongue out. When Michael bent over, you stuck it out further. He spit into your mouth and hummed when you swallowed.

“Good girl.” he praised as he pulled you to your feet. 

You quickly pulled your dress over your head and shoved your panties down your legs as you staggered over to the bed. 

“Slow down.” Michael called behind you as you kicked your panties off your ankles. 

You turned as you unclipped your bra, tossing it to land at his feet. When the back of your knees hit the bed, you let yourself fall back and lift your feet on to the edge. Your spread cunt called to him and he quickly took his place between your legs, his own clothes gone in the moment. 

His eyes raked over your body, making you whimper. You obediently kept your arms at your sides, leaning up on your elbows as you watched him take you in. His eyes were still on your pussy when he reached out and groped your tits. 

“Oh fuck.” 

You gasped as Michael’s fingers squeezed around your budded nipple. It throbbed, yet at the same time you could barely feel it. He rolled it between his fingers before he bent over and put his mouth on it. He hummed and released it with a loud suck. When you saw the wet tip just below your chin, you leaned your chin down and blew on the wet skin, a shiver rippling through your body that had your walls squeezing shut.

“Love watching you clench shut.” He growled and dragged you straight off the bed. 

You squeaked and as you were placed on your shoulders on the floor. In this position, your chest was pushed close to your face, and your legs were splayed open. Taking a hold of each ankle in each of his large hands, Michael squatted down and rubbed his hot length between your spread lips. You jerked your hips, sure that the hold he had you in would keep you in position, even as you whined. He panted over you and let go of one of your ankles. Still watching your pussy, he dipped his cock into your entrance before popping the tip back out. You cried out as he dipped himself back into your heated hole, and chuckled as the wet suck of your cunt tried to keep him in. When he finally looked you in the eyes, your own rolled back. He dipped in deep, filling you completely in the acrobatic position. 

He reached down and cupped your tit, “Suck it.” 

He shoved your tit towards your face, until the heated skin of your areola radiated under your chin. All the while he ground down into your pussy, not needing to thrust when his cock throbbed the way it was. 

“Do it.” You looked up at him with big eyes as you ducked your chin, ignoring the sudden soreness in your neck, and wrapped your lips around your nipple. You sucked hard. “Good girl.” 

Your eyes squeezed shut, the harsh suck around your sensitive nipple spread a heat through your body. You could feel your thighs tremble where they were splayed on each side of Michael’s hips. He still wasn’t moving, but his member laid inside you, hot and heavy, a wand of instant pleasure that pressed to every sweet spot you had at once. An ache built in the pit of your stomach as your chest heaved. You yelped and released your nipple with a pop when you felt a soft brush against your cheek. When you looked up, Michael grinned at you from above, his fingers rubbing your tear tracks into your skin.

“Oh, look at that, did you even know you were crying? You can’t help it can you?” Michael lowered himself until your loudly whined, the stretch of your opened hips and stretched pussy as he pressed all his body weight between your legs had begun too feel like too much. He lifted his hips and snapped them back down, “You stupid-“ thrust. “cockdrunk-“ thrust. “slut.” 

You choked out a moan as he suddenly hauled you back on to the bed. The motion had you both groaning as you squeezed around him. You both panted and held eye contact as you caught your breath. Again, a smirk pulled at his mouth as he stood at the foot of the bed and threw your legs over his shoulders. Without another word, his pelvis snapped wildly against your ass. The loud slap of your skin echoed through the room, as the bed creaked noisily and the headboard knocked against the wall. Your cries entered the mix as your cheeks heated at the wet sound between your legs. You squeezed your thighs together against his stomach, your cunt squeezing and tensing with no rhythm around the thick cock you had begged for. 

“You’ve never been fucked like this, have you?” Michael’s cooed as you whimpered over and over, “Noooooo,” he dragged his hips in a circular motion before renewing his rough rhythm, “tell me.” 

Your cheeks heated as a fresh wave of tears dripped down your face. You gasped when a loud crack reverberated through the room, one half of your ass stung with the force he put into it. 

“Don’t get shy on me, baby.” He chuckled, “Daddy wants to take care of this sweet,” his hips snapped roughly forward again, “wet,” you gasped as you were scooted up the bed as he climbed into it while fucking you, “cunt and make you cum. But you gotta do as I say. You can do that can’t you?” 

You babbled incoherently as he suddenly stilled, just to shove your legs open and drop back down between them. Chest to chest, he laid flat on top of you and renewed his rough pace, his hands on each side of your head, petting you as if he wasn’t splitting you open. 

“When I have my-“ he grabbed your hair roughly to make you focus, “when I’m inside you, you listen to Daddy, yeah?” You nodded as quickly as your thighs shook, “You don’t let anyone in this cunt but Daddy, yeah?” He groaned when you nodded, “This Daddy’s pussy?” He suddenly pushed himself up so he could lean over you, “Tell Daddy you’re his.”

“Y-yours.” You stuttered out as your body began to feel weightless.

Michael groaned and ground himself against you until your hipbones pressed together. The heavy length inside you pulsed, and when it began to twitch and fill your hole with heat, you realized he was cumming. You twitched with each hard jet of cum that filled you. Michael didn’t move an inch, and stayed leaned over you, slack jawed with his eyes shut. You yelped when he unexpectedly pulled himself from you. He looked at you, his cock still hard and jutting out from his lap, covered in milky juices. 

“Noooooo,” you groaned, leaning forward and reaching for it, “not fair.” 

He slapped your hand away before he took it in his and shoved it against your gaping hole, “Do it yourself.” 

You kept eye contact as you shoved three of your own smaller, slimmer fingers into your well used box. Your pussy clenched and tried desperately to quickly shrink back down to accommodate the new, smaller intrusion. You cried out in frustration as Michael crawled up beside you and watched the show with a knowing smirk. 

“What?” He smirked, “You can’t get off without this?” 

He hissed as he gingerly grabbed his length with two fingers to swing it. Even half hard, it was bigger than any combination of your own fingers.

You growled as the haze that usually filled your head when he was inside you subsided and your anger rose. You rolled on to your tummy and bent your knees open beneath you, lifting your hips off the bed. Your shoulder ached at the angle you were in and your hand cramped as you tried to curl your fingers to find your spot. You whined when your fingertips just brushed against it. You could hear Michael scoff, and when you looked up, he sat against the headboard, his cock hard and twitching between his outstretched legs. You stared at it, at every ridge and vein and traced the smears of your combined juices with your eyes as your walls squeezed around your tiny fingers. You could feel your pout, but when Michael started laughing, you felt your eyes water again. 

“Just one more, baby.” He teased, “Then you can have me.”

[captainsy-cookiemonster]

I’m bringing this deliciously evil horny plot question back 😈🧚🏻‍♀️✨Bippity boppity bow chicka wow oww! You’ve been visited by the Shameless Hoe Fairy, and now you must share a thirsty thot about one of your favorite fictional babes. Go on and spread those shameless hoe vibes and your legs. 😈💋❤️

Right now it's exactly this without the last slide 😂

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[thezombieprostitute]

🧚🏻‍♀️✨Bippity boppity bow chicka wow oww! You’ve been visited by the Shameless Hoe Fairy, and now you must share a hoe drabble about:

Johnny Storm + realizing his feelings for you are real and strong because you’re the first person he’s ever missed while you’re apart 🥺

A/N: This is my first time writing for Johnny Storm so please let me know if I did okay!

"Johnny, what the hell?!" Sue's voice rang from the shared kitchen.

"Whatever it is, I didn't do it" Johnny yelled from his room.

"You were the last person in the kitchen!"

"It still wasn't me!"

Sue storms to Johnny's room to find him in his bed, hugging a sweater you'd left behind a few visits ago. "You're really gonna lay there and try to convince me that you, the last person in the kitchen, after I cleaned it this morning, are not responsible for the half-assed attempt at baking I just walked in on?"

"Well excuse me for trying to do something nice for everyone," Johnny whines.

"What's gotten into you, Johnny? I swear I've never seen you like this."

From further down the hall they hear Ben, "lover boy just misses his girl is all."

"No, I don't," Johnny shouts back at him.

Ben snickers, "I can't see you but I know you're cuddling up with her shirt, ain't you?"

Johnny throws your sweater to the side before pouting, "NO!" Sue smiles fondly as Ben breaks out into a laugh.

At that moment the front door opens, "I'm home!" Richard calls out. Sue turns to greet him but is distracted by Johnny shoving her to the side to run to the door.

"Wait, where's Y/N," Johnny asks. "She was supposed to come back with you."

"Yeah," Reed confirmed. "She wanted to go home and get some rest."

"But..." Johnny can't think straight.

Reed continues, "I asked her if she wanted to come over but she told me, the last time you two went out, you said you wanted some space." Reed shrugs, "I guess she's just giving you what you want."

Johnny starts pouting and angrily grabs the keys to his motorcycle before storming out of the apartment.

Your apartment feels cold and quiet as you enter. You miss Johnny but you don't want to bother him, especially after he said he was feeling a little "smothered". You flinch at the memory.

"Ugh, one thing at a time," you tell yourself as you start putting your things away. It was a long trip and you feel exhausted. Maybe a shower and some sleep will cure your ills.

A shower certainly does help but you still find yourself feeling lonely. Maybe Johnny was on to something. Maybe you do spend too much time with him and not enough alone. You put on some pajamas, order delivery from your favorite pizza place, and settle in on the couch for some alone time.

Too soon to be the pizza, you hear an insistent knock at the door. Confused you head over and look through the peephole. It's Johnny! As soon as the door is open he's pulling you into a deep kiss, complete with a warm hug.

"I'm so sorry," he says when he pulls away. "I'm so sorry I said I need space. I don't need space, I need my head examined. I missed you so much. So much more than I've ever missed anyone. I'm sorry I tried to push you away."

You gently rub his cheek while giving him some reassuring coos. Neither of you realized the door was still open until the pizza arrived. The two of you settled on the couch to eat. You thought to sit on the opposite side but Johnny pulled you close, until you were practically sitting on his lap.

"I need you to know," he whispers after finishing a slice, "why I said what I said." You turn to face him, making sure he knows he has your attention. "I've...I've never been one for things like long-term relationships. No one who knows me thinks I'm even capable of anything more than just...casual hookups or convenience relationships, like you and I have."

You nod your understanding and he continues, "I was trying to keep that reputation when I told you we were spending too much time together. But this last week, without you being around at all? Fuck, I, I have to admit, I'm in love with you."

His confession leaves you wide-eyed, "you really mean that?"

"Yes," he replies with a look you've dubbed his "serious face".

"I accept your apology, and your confession," you hum. "But you owe me."

"Name your price, Fire Lily," he breathes.

"You have to give me back the sweater your keep in your room."

Updating to make sure tags are included:

@alicedopey

[bigtreefest]

🧚🏻‍♀️✨Bippity boppity bow chicka wow oww! You’ve been visited by the Shameless Hoe Fairy, and now you must share a hoe drabble about:

Ransom + kiss on the cheek + “You smell good.”

Meet the Parents

Boyfriend! Ransom Drysdale x Reader

Word Count: 1,998

A/N: The Shameless Hoe Fairy? At my doorstep? What a surprise!! I was so excited to write this prompt, and hope I did Ransom justice.

Drabble? I don’t know her. I’ll call this a double Drabble based off word count?

Warnings: probably the most suggestive fic I’ve written, so just to be safe, minors DNI, allusions to smut, schmoozing but it’s actually so genuine, family, L-bomb, nickname/pet name usage

Dividers by @firefly-graphics

You had spent two weeks coaching Ransom to meet your family. After a long phone call with your mom on the way home from work, she insisted you bring him over for dinner.

“Family should know everything about each other.” She insisted. You rolled your eyes and hummed in response. At this point, you knew that sometimes there was no fighting her and you just had to say whatever she wanted to hear.

“Okay, mom. I’ll talk to him about it, but to be fair, I haven’t even met his parents yet. Anyway, I’m pulling into my place right now. I’ve gotta let you go.” Your hand hovered over the keys in the ignition, eager to take them out as soon as she’d say goodbye.

“I don’t know why you’re kicking me off the phone so soon, but okay. We’ll plan it out for him to come over soon. Love you, bye.”

“Love you, too. Bye, mom.” You turned off the car and scooped up your bag and keys, heading inside.

As soon as you hit the kitchen, you flailed your arms out, dropping all your stuff on the island. You and Ransom had plans for him to come over and cook with you tonight, but after that call, there was no way that was gonna happen. You could only allocate your energy towards so much at a time.

You had considered asking Ransom if he wouldn’t mind doing the majority of the work for the meal tonight since the two of you had picked up the groceries over the weekend, but quickly thought better. You were already exhausted, no need to add a kitchen cluttered with dirty dishes and burnt food to the list.

You picked up your phone from the mess you made and called Ransom, surprised it only took one ring before he picked up.

“Hey, Sweetheart, I’m on the way over now. You better have a good recipe up your sleeve, because I’m driving through a row of restaurants and the scent is heavenly.” You wanted to laugh but your body felt too weighed down.

“About that, Ran. Can there be a change of plans? I know I said I’d teach you a new recipe tonight, but I have next to no energy left. Will you actually just pick something up? Your choice.”

The line went silent for a beat before you had to pull the phone away from your ear at Ransom’s boisterous response. “THANK GOD. Yes, I’ll do that. Be there in 20.”

And with that he hung up the phone and you flopped down on the couch waiting for him to arrive.

Ransom’s knock on your door jerked you awake. You responded with a rasp. “It’s open.��

He made his way over to you and set down the bags of food on your coffee table.

“Hi, Ranny.” You smiled up at him, your eyes still half lidded with sleep.

Ransom reached for your hands, draping them over the back of his neck as he crouched over you, eventually lowering himself down so his head was on your chest, the rest of his broad form blanketing you on the couch. You kissed the top of his head and stroked his hair as he mumbled through his squished cheeks. “What’s got you all like…this?” He gestured to your face without looking up.

He still wasn’t that great at expressing his care for the emotions of others, but for you, he was trying. You sighed and patted his shoulders.

“Food first, then I’ll tell you.”

You pushed back your takeout box on the coffee table and finally looked up at Ransom. He had been eyeing you skeptically the whole meal, leaning against the bottom of the couch, both of you sitting on the floor, as he ate his own food. It wasn’t like him to be that quiet. He must’ve been worried.

“Hi.” You softly whispered to him, looking back into his piercing gaze.

“Hi. You wanna tell me what’s going on now?” He returned with a gentle sternness in his tone.

You nodded, your shoulders rolling back as you built up the courage to address this big of a topic. “My parents want to meet you.”

Ransom’s jaw stopped chewing his food. He set down his utensils and swallowed, shifting to put his elbows on the table to look at you. “Okay… what’s so wrong with that? Parents love me.”

You grimaced, you really liked him, but didn’t want to subject your relationship to the gauntlet of your family.

“Nothing, really, it’s just, my parents are very traditional. Like, super religious and conservative.”

Ransom continued to look at you intently, nodding slowly. “So what exactly are you saying? I wouldn’t be approved by your parents?”

“No! I’m not saying that at all, I just want to make sure they see how great you are. They tend to judge harshly and quickly. The first time I brought a guy home, they literally said, ‘Yeah, I think you’d be better as friends. Let him down easy.’ And I never saw him again because couldn’t handle their disappointed faces every time I mentioned his name. I don’t want to have to go through that with you- no, I can’t go through that with you because I love you and you’re it for me.”

Ransom’s eyes went wide. That was the first time you had said it and he was surprised by how quotidian it seemed. Like you should’ve been saying it this whole time. Your eyes went wide as well with surprise at what had slipped out as his face morphed into a grin. It wasn’t shit-eating or mischievous, it was full of love and… lust?

“Get over here.” You silently scooted around the coffee table on your knees and made your way to Ransom as he reached his arms out and guided you into his lap. He pulled you close so your noses were touching, his long eyelashes fluttering along your cheeks as you whimpered.

“Let me show you how much I love you. I’ll savor you right here and treat you like the only woman on Earth, because you’re it for me, too.” Ransom made a move to press his lips against yours, but you pulled back.

“Wait, Ran. There’s something I have to tell you first.” His eyes darted in between yours with concern.

“My parents still think I’m a virgin.” His shoulders dropped as he looked at you incredulously, head cocked to the side.

“Is that it? I mean, we both know you’re far from pure already if I’ve got anything to say about it.” The corner of his mouth turned up and you hid your head in his neck. You pulled back, pushing your hands against his shoulders to keep distance so you could focus enough to get the rest of the information out.

“Just, with everything I told you, there are some household rules we’ll have to follow.”

“Mmhmm.” He hummed, kissing a trail up your forearm.

“Ran, I mean it. No kissing around them, not on the lips at least. Forehead and cheek only.”

“Yeah, I get it.” He continued, kissing his way up the other arm.

“Seriously, and no inappropriate touching, or private conversations in a separate room.”

His trail continued up your neck. “Is that all?”

You sighed and tilted your head back, closing your eyes. “You probably have to bring a bottle of wine. And flowers for my mom and sister.” You meant to sound stern, but it came out as more of a gasp.

“Consider it done, sweetheart.” He moved up your cheek, then leaned in for a deep kiss that left you breathless.

Two weeks later, you were staying at your parents’ house for a long weekend. They had come to pick you up, and Ransom was going to drive you back home after the meal so you could go to work the next morning. Letting Ransom stay over would probably never be a thought in their mind until the two of you were married, so he was only coming over for Sunday night dinner.

You were nervous and hoped his weeks of prep had been taken to heart. On a normal day with Ransom, he was all over you, so you had no idea how he was going to keep his hands to himself, if only for a few hours.

You had told him your parents valued punctuality, too, having met in the military, so you were delighted to hear the doorbell at 5:15 when they’d told him to be there at 5:30.

You ran down the steps and opened the door to be greeted by your boyfriend holding two bouquets and a bottle of wine as your mother followed closely behind you. Ransom was looking more handsome than usual, if that was even possible, with his signature sweater and carefully styled hair. You preferred it floofy and a little messy, as it was most mornings, but it was perfect for your mom to see him.

Ransom handed you the bottle of wine as he leaned in to kiss your cheek. “You look beautiful, Sweetheart.” You blushed and gestured toward your mom with your free hand.

“Mom, this is Ransom, Ransom, I’d like you to mee-“

Before you could even finish the introduction, she cut you off. “Mom, you can call me Mom, dear. It’s so great to meet you.” Ransom laughed and handed her a bouquet of flowers with charm before she pulled him in for a hug. You raised your eyebrows in surprise at the greeting. You’d never seen her be this welcoming before, even when your sister brought her husband home for the first time. Ransom looked over his shoulder at you and winked as your mother dragged him into the living room to meet the rest of the family.

You made your way to the kitchen with the bottle of wine, catching your dad who was finishing up the meal.

“Hey Dad, Ransom just got here. Need any help finishing up?” He looked up from the pot he was stirring and squinted to read the label on the bottle of wine in your hands.

“Ah, that’s a good one. Why don’t you pull out some glasses and open it up so we can get it airing. Would you be a dear and help me take this all out to the table? I’m gonna go introduce myself.”

You nodded and got to work running the dishes out to the dining room.

Dinner with Ransom went off without a hitch. He was a perfect gentleman without it seeming forced, engaging in conversation with your family with ease. Every topic he brought up complimented you and touched on your best moments with each other, your sister and her husband chiming in on their similar experiences and your parents looking at the two of you with approval and admiration.

When it was time to go, your parents made you each a bag full of leftovers, insisting you’d both have dinners for the whole week. You smiled and happily took them, waving goodbye until they closed the door behind you. Ransom grabbed your hand, still keeping a respectful amount of distance between your bodies before walking you to the other side of his Beamer. He opened the passenger door for you before he grabbed the bag of food out of your hands and placed it in the back along with his. He leaned into the car, finally out of the line of sight of your parents’ windows as he buckled you into your seat. As he leaned back, he kissed you on the cheek again before nosing against your neck.

“You smell good. So good I almost went crazy when I first got here.” He pulled back, pupils blown with lust, swallowing his icy irises, as he leaned in with his arm resting against the roof of the car.

“Now let’s take you home so I can take you apart.”

Part 2

[krirebr]

🧚🏻‍♀️✨Bippity boppity bow chicka wow oww! You’ve been visited by the Shameless Hoe Fairy, and now you must share a hoe drabble about:

Curtis + bound wrists + “Mmm such a jumpy little thing, you’re not used to being treated this way, are you?”

This took me forever, but between being sick at the beginning of the week and work kicking my ass at the end, it took a while to get to a point where I could string multiple sentences together. 😂😭 But we're finally here. I'm a little afraid this is only half a hoe thot, but it's already over 600 words and I kind of like ending it where I did. This is my contribution to the Curtis successfully takes the snowpiercer and deserves a reward trope. I hope you enjoy! Thank you for playing with me!!

Warnings: dark elements, bondage, forced public nudity, threats of and implied non-con, explicit language, 18+ - MINORS DNI

Your wrists were bound with rope in front of you as you were led into the meatpacking car, wearing what you’d been sleeping in, a short nightgown. You shivered, partly out of fear and partly because it was freezing in this part of the train, nothing like the warmth you’d always had in your private compartment near the front. A group of tail-enders flanked you. They’d barged into your room in the middle of the night. They’d overpowered you, tied up your hands, and then dragged you out. You weren’t sure how long you’d walked or what was happening. The whole train seemed to be in chaos.

One of the tail-enders pushed you to the car's center towards a large man wearing a dark overcoat and a wool beanie on his head. Animal carcasses hung all around him, in the process of being butchered. He had sharp blue eyes and an intense stare that he fixed on you, like you were the most prime cut of meat in there. You tried to hold your ground but the man pushing you forward was stronger than you were. 

The blue-eyed man reached above himself and pulled down a large hook on a chain suspended from the ceiling. The men on either side of you grabbed your bound hands, raising them above your head. You tried to flail away, scream for help, but it was no use. The rope around your wrists was placed on the hook, which was then raised until you were balancing on your tip toes. 

The large man, who was clearly in charge, stood right in front of you. “Hello, sweetheart,” he said, his voice deep and gritty. “My name is Curtis. This train is mine now.”

That could not possibly be. That wasn’t how things worked here. “What?? Where’s Wilford?!” you shouted.

He chuckled. “I killed him,” he said, plainly. 

You tried to recoil or thrash or something but suspended how you were, all you could really do was sort of sway.

“Life is about to change drastically for all you front-enders, but for you most of all.”

 “What? What are you talking about? Why me? I didn’t do anything!” you protested.

He nodded calmly. “Yes,” he said, “I’m sure that’s true. I’m sure you did a whole lot of nothing while my people suffered in ways you can’t imagine for seventeen years.”

You felt your eyes start to tear up. You couldn’t help it. You felt like you were still asleep. Maybe you were. Maybe this was just a nightmare. 

“What are you going to do to me?” you whimpered.

“I saw you, you know,“ he said, instead of answering your question. “I had to pass through the club car to get to the front. And there you were, dancing away like you didn’t have a care in the world. And I thought to myself, ‘That’s what I’ll deserve if I make it through this.’”

All you could do was look at him, confused.

“Oh honey,” he said, reaching out with one finger to brush away a tear that you hadn’t realized had fallen. “What am I going to do to you? Whatever I want. You’re my reward.”

In the moment it took you even to start to process what he’d said, he tore your nightgown away. He took one of your now bare breasts in his large hand and squeezed it cruelly, tweaking your nipple. You jolted at his touch, whining despite yourself. 

“Mmm, such a jumpy little thing, you’re not used to being treated this way, are you? That’s ok,” he said, with a sharklike grin that both terrified you and went straight to your core, “I’ll make sure you get used to it real fast.”

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[grapejuicegay]

"Keep fighting, theerak"

BAD BUDDY EP 7 OUR SKYY 2 BAD BUDDY EP 2

[okaydays22]

[thirstyandbeautiful]

Finally an Aussie Daddies thought has come to me.

Lazy morning in bed, Daddy and Papi came home late so Baby is first awake. But she's not getting up and leaving the warm bed. So she decides to be a little naughty and sneakily touch herself under the sheets until Daddy and Papi wake up.

It's a challenge to balance being quiet and still vs actually getting close to cumming

xoxo mafia anon

HELLO MY DARLING-

in honor of you coming through with some really great inspo that im working on rn, i decided to finally fill this one with this fun drabble. i hope everyone enjoys!

You weren't sure what had woken you at first, but as you sleepily blinked your eyes open, you knew exactly what had woken you up. You'd fallen asleep with your knees lifted to either side of your hips.

You sharply inhaled as you slowly straightened your legs, flexing your muscles as you laid them flat on the bed. Confusion clouded your thoughts as you waded through memories from last night. How had you fallen asleep in such a position? There was no tell tale ache between your legs, no warmth dripping from your core, no unpleasant yet somewhat pleasant stickiness as you rubbed your thighs together. You dragged your hands down from where they'd been laying beside your head on your pillow. Turning your head, you were instantly reminded of last night.

Daddy and Papi laid next to you. Papi curled around Daddy, the sheets around their waists let you see how his arms held your lover tightly, his face pressed into Daddy's shoulder. Daddy looked so young when he slept. During waking hours he feigned an innocence that played into his easy going demeanor, but when he was asleep, that's when you got a glimpse of what real innocence looked like on his face.

You bit your lip as you felt your nipples tighten shamefully.

Which brought you right back to last night.

The men had gotten home late, unwilling to sleep another night without you, they'd opted to fly home overnight and hadn't landed until a few hours before sunrise. They'd both been exhausted, and even with the exhaustion illustrated on their faces, you had been eager. Wearing a thin, cotton nightie that barely covered your thighs, that barely even hid the color of the skin beneath it, you'd been more than eager. But even as you'd laid, spread and open for them, they'd gently cooed at you and pet you as they curled into bed and fell asleep. You'd hoped that they would wake you with what you needed, but clearly that hadn't happened.

You huffed.

They're so hardworking, our line of work is so demanding, the list of explanations, all rational, went on and on in your head. You knew they were tired and that that was fine. Your men were human. They got tired, they needed sleep.

But you had needs too.

Needs that hadn't been sated by anything other than your own hands in two weeks, two weeks and one day now. Cause apparently you weren't getting any relief this morning.

Which was exactly how your playful little plan filled your head like the soft sunshine that melted through your curtains.

You licked your lips as you turned your head to face them. Blindly, you reached up above your pillows to wear your more reasonably sized squishes laid. Grabbing two, you bent your knees and gently wiggled out from under the bedsheet that covered you all. Opening your legs, you made sure to cushion your thighs with a squishmallow under each.

Lifting your hand to your mouth, you gazed at the gentle curve of Daddy's cupids bow, and traced its shape on your finger tip sloppily until your spit glistened and dripped down your finger. Biting into your lower lip, you brought your hand back down to your heated center. Your cunt was spread from the position you were in, but you still teased yourself by bringing the slick skin of your finger down to where your lips split. Gently nudging them further apart until your clit was exposed, you shivered as the cool room air brushed against the heated bundle of nerves.

You sharply inhaled as you rolled your clit between your wet and dry fingers. The friction between the two made for a delicious drag that had the smell of your heat filling the room in no time. All the while, you stared at your husbands, letting every memory and fantasy fill your little dirty mind and guide your hand against yourself. Arching your back brought your attention back to your nipples. The tightened buds pressed against the cotton of your dress every time you arched your back, making for a delicious dry bite of fabric against skin.

Lifting one side of your dress, you dragged the material up and over one tit, groping the soft flesh as goosebumps spread across your exposed tummy. You looked over Daddy's shoulder at Papi as you twisted your nipple harshly. That's how he normally punished you for touching without permission.

God, you wanted to be punished.

You froze when you saw Papi's eyebrows furrow before he gently rubbed his face into Daddy's shoulder. When all movement ceased, the silence stretched, and you were sure neither of them had woken, you huffed a laugh.

Feeling emboldened, you let out a sigh as you sunk a finger into your weeping cunt. You could feel the slick dampening your hole, but you hadn't realized how wet you were until you forced your digit between your thick walls.

In front of you, Daddy's lip twitched, then his nose.

Fuck, that nose. You could practically feel the memory of it pressed to your clit as his tongue sunk into your cunt. Pulling your finger free from yourself, you whined as you tasted yourself. When your finger dripped with spit, you reached down and filled yourself. Between your spit and your wet pussy, the filthy suctioning slip of your juices got louder.

Your eyes closed for a moment before they reopened to see your still sleeping lovers.

Your gaze followed Papi's arms, from his curved, broad shoulders, to his strong biceps that looked flexed even when they weren't. Your nipple ached as you pulled at it again, but your pussy only pulsed and your juices got louder as you worked your finger faster. You wanted to sink your teeth into his forearm. It was so thick, the wicked idea of riding it like his thigh filled your mind.

"Fuck." you mumbled.

Your knees restlessly lifted as your hips surged up. When you reopened your eyes, you looked at Papi's hand, flat against Daddy's abdomen, partially covering his happy trail. You loved his happy trail, but loved it more when it was wet from you squirting on it.

A soft cry left your mouth, "Ohhh."

A second finger sunk into your cunt. Even if you couldn't reach deep enough, you'd fill yourself with the girth of your whole hand if you had to. Anything to get the relief, a lick of the pleasure that was plaguing your memories. You wanted it so badly.

So badly, you hadn't even noticed Daddy's hand on the edges of your own pillow.

His strong, long fingers were limp against your pillow, outstretched towards your cheek as if he was stroking you in his sleep. The sweet thought had you wiggling closer to him without a second thought. Sealing your fate, you closed your lips around his middle finger. Your mouth was wet and hot from your panting and drooling, so your tongue glided easily against his skin. You suckled on his finger as your hands kept busy on your body.

You were so close.

You could hear how wet you were, the wet smack of your fingers moving in and out of you smacked through the once held silence of the room. Your other hand worked tirelessly groping your tit, the nipple swollen from all the rough attention you'd given it. You were riding the high higher and higher, sucking on Daddy's finger harder and harder. Your thighs tensed and your hips jumped. You were right there-

Daddy's finger was yanked out of your mouth.

Your eyes opened and you gasped as you came, looking at the very awake faces of your lovers.

Twitching as you came down, the hand on your tit dropped to your side, not bothering to fix your dress as you rested your aching wrist against your thigh, your fingers still partially inside of you.

"I hope you enjoyed that," Daddy's voice rasped, as Papi glared at you from over his shoulder, "because you aren't cumming again for a week."

[evilvillainapologist]

Oh god and they remember. They don't forget what happened while they were mortal. Lord Changheng must now forever live with his memory of how he played football with the Moon Supreme and drank with him and made him swear eternal brotherhood. 

[fleurral]

⋆ ｡ ✧ ☁︎ ｡⋆ ☾ ﾟ ｡⋆

[mixedindy]

not my art, I just made it transparent

[the-blossica-fan]

Tooth Fairy: You know, people treat me like a god.

Madam Z: How?

Tooth Fairy: They ignore my existence unless they need something.

NOOOOOO 😭

She's always in my teams even when I know I can eat the enemies without needing to heal. And I do have Yenisei I just love Tooth Fairy to an unhealthy degree.

BP really just ignored her existence until 2.3, literally almost 10 patches after, and it's because she's a healer and they needed a healer 😭

I thank Beyoncé for bringing back Tooth Fairy and not a new healer character from the foundation, and also making Madam Z appear too 🙏

[stlamb]

if theres one thing that will get me through life its cute relaxing video games....

[incorrectneverland]

Tink: why does nobody pay attention to my struggles!?

Zarina: Maybe because you get special treatment.

Tink: I do not!

Zarina: You nearly caused the second ice age and didn't even get scolded before going off to sulk, I got fired from the thing my life revolves around for destroying a building I offered to help fix and apologized for breaking.

Tink: Yeah but-

Zarina: And none of you looked for me for two years. You also discouraged my dreams because apparently you're the only one who gets to break the rules in secret.

Tink: Well-

Zarina: And when I came back the most you girls did was shrug until I took the dust.

Tink: Well- I uhm...well I never teamed up with pirates!

Zarina: No no...not until he played a sad song for you because you were jealous of a little girl who had a crush on a little boy, it took years of winning my trust and not knowing who he was to fall for James.

[thisdastampdoesnotexist]

[aiaesthetics]

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