#i sincerely used to suck so fucking bad
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one of those days where i feel like the only way to get this horrible #cringy memory of me saying something stupid in the middle of someone’s presentation in high school is to like seek them out and apologize but like i think that would just make me more anxious and probably come off creepy and weird + i have never spoken to them outside of one or two tiny disagreements
feeling like the only way to get a thought out of my head is confessing it to as many people as possible is an ocd thing right
#i sincerely used to suck so fucking bad#and it will never not haunt me#it isn’t even the dumbest or meanest thing i did but it will not leave my mind#everything i’ve ever done eats me up inside constantly and i feel hollow because of how many people probably only know me from that#and i’m not even that much better i’m sure#i feel like i’ve always been a horrible person even when i feel like i’ve changed im just worse in different ways#and i’m only talking around it because im ashamed of having been wrong and Online and self righteous and fucking STUPID#punkvent
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Turning up the music to max volume and laying facedown on the bed because the mental health has hit rock bottom like DROWN IT OUT, DROWN IT OUT, DROWN IT OUT, DROWN IT OUT, DROWN IT OUT, DROWN IT OUT--
Thoughts of self harm and maybe suicidal ideation in the vent in the tags. Sorry.
#irl#vent#self harm mention#self harm#i am not having a good time today at all chat#my brain is giving me the itchy little localized signals in my wrists that are connected to the Bad Thoughts and Horrible Coping Mechanisms#and like honestly i feel like i should be fine but im not#shit sucks#almost started crying because i realized i forgot to grab some new exfoliating gloves while i was at the store#gonna be eating nothing but ramen and potatoes this month#im lonely and life feels like a really shitty time loop and im probably never gonna be able to get my cats and bring them here#because i need to somehow manage to save up $500 just for oet deposit and pet rent#when everything is month to month to month#i dont have any friends and i dont talk to my family and i sincerely feel like i could die and the only person that would know would be#my partner and even then thats because we live together#and when i do finally die its not like anyone will have known me#people that i should or used to be close with will find out eventually and theyll all call me by a name that isnt mine#using pronouns and words and descriptors that misrepresent me as a person#ect ect ECT#whatever#like whats even the point honestly????#i dont know what im doing here i just feel like a huge burden to everyone around me#dssi is barely enough for groceries but its not like i can get a job near me being legally blind#im just a big ol burdensome money sink lolol#just an overly needy little waste of space#i dunno#i dont know shit anymore#im so fucking tired all the time man#im just#so tired
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Hrmm. It's 6:30am, I have to wake up at 9am, but my friend and I are still deep in conversation. Should I even go to bed now?
#weve been texting for two hours at this point#it doesnt feel like its been that long. absolutely wild#my sleep schedule has steadily been moving later and later#but no matter when i go to sleep i have to wake up at 9 to feed and take out my dog#i isually hang out with him for a few hours and then nap until the early afternoon#but 6:30 is a new best. lately its been 4 or 5. not this bad#im also deeply craving a mcdonalds cheeseburger rn whoch sucks cuz mcdonalds sucks and we're boycotting it#but i really just want a shity cheeseburger. yknow#and i want to stay awake all night texting her#she said she woke up at 2:30am (3:30am my time) so it makes sense that shes awake#what the fuck are our sleep schedules??#also I'm reading a horror book and im easily spooked#but i have rats and theyre making little rat noises and scaring me every time#I'm actually so tired. I'm realizing. but i sincerely don't want to stop talking to her#sunrise is in 45 minutes. maybe ill take my puppy for a little sunrise walk#my sibling is gonna wake up to find us both missing at the ungodly hour of 7:30am and think we were kidnapped#im just saying shit now. theres no point to anything im saying. i just like to talk#goodnight. except this def wont be the last incomprehensible block of text i post tonight
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today was such a so-so day.
#i wanna say bad but it wasn't the Worst#it just felt like the worst#i did get told very sincerely that i have the coolest job in the world : ] which i do#i just also SUCKED at it#actually. i didn't suck i just didn't 'perform to my standards'#been explicitly told not to say i suck#but i really do wanna fight my schedulers.#i had to teach a class i was Not At All prepared for#and had never taught before#and that's just not fair#and that's what my evaluator said too#he said i should talk to my manager and tell him that the schedulers are pushing us around#and they ARE and i might#im so happy andrew was there tho#like yes he was very snarky in front of my students#but that's just how he is and also he was helpful#and also i was snarky right back so#still had Control of my class#sort of. i did make him teach the last 15 min of it cause i was just fucking done#it's WILD how difficult classroom management is#it should Not Be That hard#i don't think i've ever taught three people before tho#it's always been sets of two#actually it was three once but those were fake students#it's so hard!!!! to pay attention to all of them#anyways. i had a day#broke like 4 of my nails??? and i have STRONG nails#i might start wearing some kinda protective polish or something#made it through. that's what matters.#today is over! and will never happen again!
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calling skz clingy headcanons ◦ ot8
Paring◦ ot8 x reader
Words◦ 3,578
Genre ◦ hurt and comfort
Warnings ◦ reader blows up at the boys a few times, mild cussing I think, hyunjin is lowkey toxic in this but the reader is more toxic, honestly all of our boys are pretty dramatic lmao, they keep getting lazier and lazier😭, I fucking hate y/n in this like fr I'm gonna kick her sorry little ass, seungmins is... suggestive...dirty talk and fingering only for like one line, so is hans lmao all happy endings because I am not sadistic... or realistic
Taglist ◦ @thetoastghost222, @ur-fav-lvr
A/N ◦ honestly this is my super random chaotic thoughts I had at 2am bc I was really hating the way I was writing a love lived between the stars and the sea so I wanted to take a small break and clear my pallet I hope you all like it even though it lowkey sucks lmao <33
Also im lowkey fucking with making headcannons this is kinda fun...
~cookiecreates 🍪
chan
I feel like Chan would be the most emotionally mature about the whole thing, especially when he sees the storm brewing in your eyes before you even spit those venomous words.
"Fuck Chris, do you have to be so clingy all the time?" You shout, your mouth curling in a disgusted sneer.
You've never flinched away from him like that, never been so mean-
He's first hurt then he sees it-
There are cracks in your demeanor; large gashes in your heart; he could read you like an open book; the stories your soul wished to tell resided in your glassy eyes.
Hurt people hurt people.
You didn't think he was clingy; no, you loved his touch. You were simply overwhelmed, overflowing with so many simmering feelings—his love did not have room to shimmy through.
So he makes room-
He tilts your chin up with a sincere voice and asks, "What's the real reason why you are shutting me out?"
The unadulterated dedication in his words leaves you in shambles.
Chan would tear open his heart before your eyes just to prove that there are openings for your soul to pour all your pain into him.
and he would still find a way not to spill a drop
"It’s so hard,” you sob. “They told me you were too good for me, that I wasn’t enough. They said I should shut you out, run away before I got too attached. I had to make you hate me so that I could never weigh you down again."
Chan is fuming.
He wants to ask who said that? He wants to ask where they live? He wants to ask if you want to witness their destruction? He wants to ask if he should use a knife or a gun?
But instead, he says, ‘Darling, you would have more luck breaking the bounds of the moon than untangling the way you are threaded into my soul."
what. the. fuck.
Chan the next William Shakespeare up in here
...was this based on something I wrote for my new series...yes. am I ashamed... no.
I'm a hopeless romantic who wants to marry a poet.
Sue me.
You never thought the apocalypse would be so rewarding, because you are reeling, spinning out of orbit, a meteor spit out into space, hurling towards unknown destruction—destruction that tasted like fresh morning dew.
Chan was perfect.
what the fuck were you thinking?
He holds you through the night, chasing away the whistling of the cold winter wind, his warm arms creating a home around your heart.
lee know
do not ever ever ever ever ever ever ever call Lee Know clingy unless you are willing to dedicate your life into creating the next wheel of time because after you plant the seed in his head, he will blossom a garden of newfound insecurities.
"Can you please not be so clingy right now? I'm having a really bad headache," you whisper through the thick fog clouding your brain; you have been living with a red hot rod skewed through the back of your brain all day. You didn't mean to say the word clingy, but it is futile to search a thesaurus from a blurry page, and right now the world seems to be nothing more than a piece of abstract art.
He just wanted to hold you and you call him clingy??
To others, the sentence would be like water rolling off their backs, but to him, it was a ragged shard of glass stabbed straight into his chest.
Lee Know is extremely inexperienced in the world of intimacy, often clumsy with his actions—hesitant with his words, so why would you say such a thing?
Knowing how insecure he is??
You would only ever say it if you meant it fully and completely??
Honestly, in his head, he would be lowkey, really dramatic, but he's so beyond hurt, feeling like you're just picking at a gaping wound.
like I said, dramatic.
justified. yes.
dramatic... also yes.
I am a firm believer that his tough-guy act is only that.
an act.
He was pretending like he didn't care what you said, but when he gets into the other room, it takes everything in him not to shatter into a million different pieces, feeling so overwhelmed with how many emotions are coursing through him.
No matter how much you apologize after that, no matter how much you prove what you said was nothing more than your head foggy and in pain, it still will take lifetimes for that scar to fade.
and he will only ever get over it with a million reassurances and a thousand conversations
which you are willing to do as long as he needs it
changbin
Honestly, I dont really have a clue with this one, but I am definitely leaning towards him being more like Chan in the emotional mature way he handles it, but instead of comforting you at the drop of a hat, he just leaves the room and lets you stew on your sorrows.
"Your so clingy," you groan, shoving his arm off; rolling your eyes as the mattress shifts with his weight. You just want to be left alone. You weren't sad. You weren't mad. You were just tired and did not want to be touched.
In perspective, could you have handled it better? Yes, but what can you do now? I'm going to punch this bitch in the face I swear I hate y/n and I'm creating her
He's first very confused, then the hurt hits like a falling star crashing into his chest.
What do you mean he's clingy??
"Fine," he states, still dizzy from the utter whiplash you were giving him.
like what the hell?
Sleeps on the couch that night (bad idea don't do this)
He stews about it far past the dreams in his head
That is, until you trudge out of your bed in the morning with red-rimmed eyes and a face filled with regret.
After a shitty nights sleep without the heat of your boyfriend's arms, you realized very quickly what it would feel like if you were to never feel it again, and all of a sudden, you never want to be left alone like ever again.
The grudge he was previously trying to hold drained out of him, and in that instance, he jumps up, pulling you into his arms.
He is very quick to forgive you, when you voice your reason for snapping at him, was nothing but compressed frustrations manifested into the wrong source.
hyunjin
hyunjin. hyunjin. hyunjin.
I feel like in a fit of both hurt and the toxic trait of self-isolation, he would be petty and stay at the boy's house for a few days.
He had tried to give you a good morning kiss that day, but you were stressed and late for work, rushing to put on your clothes. The way he whined about wanting to be touched ground your gears beyond belief. You got stuck in your shirt, which was too tight after you shrunk it in the dryer, and your firm has yet to give you another one. Hyunjin's flighty hands wrapped around your waist, trying to help you untangle yourself from the mess of fabric, only for the button to get caught in your hair, pain ripping through your scalp.
"Stop it hyunjin!" you shout, attempting to unthread the way your hair has meshed into the slits of the button. "You're so fuckin' clingy."
It was all a mess—your heap of shifting fabric and jerking limbs, hair sticking up at every angle. His heart was crushed somewhere in a pulp on the floor in front of him.
He just wanted to help...
Your red-hot anger quickly bled into a tightening anxiety that pulled underneath your ribs as you imagined the look on your boss's face when you came in disheveled and late.
"I just wanted to help," Hyunjin sniffles, bouncing his eyes around the room, filling with tears. You heartlessly roll your eyes.
"Here come the waterworks," your voice is steady, flaming with annoyance mixed with a sickening tilt of mockery. His jaw drops.
you're being so mean
His ears burn when you glare at him, disgusted by the tears streaming down his cheeks. He desperately wipes his emotions away with the back of his hand, suddenly embarrassed to even be showing you the cracks in his soul.
He runs away, like, quite literally runs out the door, sprinting to his car and driving straight to the group's house, collapsing in a fit of sobs in Chan's arms.
He stays there for a good 3 days, ignoring all your calls and texts.
No matter how much it hurts his heart not to talk to you, he shuts you out in a weak attempt to show you what it would be like to live without him.
But this tactic is short-lived when you arrive at the boys' house, snot sobbing into his chest.
"i-im so sorry," you repeat over and over and over into his skin, hoping the further you dig into his chest, the closer the words will hit his heart.
He's not going to lie; no matter how much you cry, a little bit of pettiness will still stay during the conversation, a small scar of his hurt dictating his choices.
"Why didn't you come home? I thought we were over?"
"I thought that asking to sleep in the same bed as you would be too clingy"
Your heart cracks. He sees it, immediately regretting all his words.
"I'm sorry!" he yelps, pulling your head straight into his chest again.
You shake your head remorsefully, "No, I deserved that."
Even though so much of him still wants to be petty, his love for you trumps the feeling.
(I'm not forgiving you though wtf)
han (this one is long asf)
Han is freaking out.
I mean like the devil's bony hand gripping at the base of his spine, stale breath wafting down the skin of his neck type of freaking the fuck out.
You had a job that required you to go on-site, on-call often, like Han’s—that’s why you were so understanding about his busy schedule; yours was just as bad.
Today was a nightmare. Your coworker, the devil in disguise, didn't show up for the presentation she had created, and since she threw you under the bus saying you helped her (you didn't), you were forced to come in and present it.
Leaving Han at the restaurant waiting for you to arrive-
You forgot-
It was debatably the biggest presentation of the year, showing off her new design to multiple new investors, and yet your phone kept buzzing.
You told Han this was important
You never sent the message
You don't think you have ever seen your boss so furious
From Han's point of view, he's been sitting here for 2 hours, and you are still not here.
There are so many scenarios flying around in his head—
Are you okay?
Did you stand him up?
Are you breaking up with him?
Did you get kidnapped??
Han got tunnel vision when he was scared, his restless brain shooting out dire scenarios faster than he could decipher the impossibility of them. It was overwhelming. The walls were closing in on him. Nowhere in the world was safe. His head was swimming, the room was spinning, the earth was popping through space.
He keeps texting and calling and voice mailing. The icy anxiety crystallizing in the pit of his core turns his fingers brittle, creaking as he jams them into his phone screen.
He can't breathe.
Too many possibilities.
Untill-
Your boss got fed up with your phone ringing, screaming at you to go answer it since it was clearly more important than your job.
he was a prick
You answer it, the heat of your building anger curdling a deadly brew inside your soul. Without looking at the 200+ messages Han had sent you, you answer the 50th call of the day, immediately hissing into the speaker, "Do you know what you just did, Han? I got yelled at by my boss in the middle of a presentation because your clingy ass can’t exist without constantly needing my attention for more than 5 minutes. Stop texting me." Your finger smashes the end call button before unruffling your skirt and walking right back into the room.
Han feels like he might just melt straight into the seats, the way his whole body burns.
The whole world stops for a moment, the earth bleeding down the walls, swirling into pools of muddy color. He was sinking, lungs filling with the ink of a million different sweltering elements.
He ruins everything.
He was so wholly overwhelmed he could barely crawl into his car, desperately gripping the steering wheel while the earth collapsed in on him.
He ruins everything.
It's almost impossible to get to his house the way his tears blur the road.
(that's actually fr dangerous don't drive while crying)
He ruins everything.
He doesn't cry when you walk through the door.
He doesn't touch you when you run to him, standing over him, huddled on the floor.
He doesn't breathe as you cry over his body, twinkling in and out of consciousness.
He ruins everything.
Your makeup runs down your cheeks as you try to shake him awake.
He fainted in the kitchen. It wasn't uncommon when he was alone during his panic attacks, the anxiety ripping harsh bouts of oxygen from his lungs.
You squish his cheeks together, forcing his lips into a pout, shoving your faces together, pouring unadulterated passion into his system.
He short c i r c u i t s.
"I'm so sorry," you sob against his lips. "I didn't mean to be so mean. I didn't mean anything I said. I was just stressed, and I thought I sent the message telling you not to text me, and I didn't. I'm so sorry. I'm so, so sorry." Your voice is high and wet, pushing his mouth deeper into yours.
It would be sceintifically impossible for your lips to get any closer-
and yet his tries.
He pulls your trembling body into his lap, fireworks exploding from the ashes where your words had lain.
"So you don't think I'm clingy?" His voice cracks, fresh tears collecting on the outer corners of his eyes. You have never shaken your head so adamantly in your whole life.
"No, never, never ever."
"Then come here."
You two have never been so close before in your life, hearts tangling in your chests as he presses your body into his.
You were going to prove just how much you loved his touch.
:D
felix
Oh Felix, my kind sweethearted boy that deserves nothing less than prince treatment. He’s so kind, even though he’s so hurt. He’s actually scared he’s annoying you, so he makes himself more distant so he doesn’t bother you.
""Fuck, Felix, can you not see I am clearly just trying to relax? I mean, you don’t always have to be up my ass all the time," you snap, curling back up into the sheets Felix ripped off. You were exhausted—there was no excuse; you were just really tired. Felix, being the loving boyfriend he is, wanted to hold you while you slept, but of course, you being the dumb idiot you are, shouted at him.
are you stupid like fr cause like THE LEE FELIX WANTS TO HOLD YOU AND YOU SHOO HIM AWAY
you deserve federal prison
Felix is so many synonyms for destroyed that it should be physically impossible to still be alive with a heart that lies shattered in the pit of his stomach.
Felix doesnt know how to feel sad, angry, hurt, upest, embarrassed.
He just clenches his jaw, trying to keep his bottom lip from trembling.
Felix has always been secretly self-conscious about the way he expresses his love toward people, often being very touchy-feely. He understands that this isn’t everybody's favorite thing and how it can get fairly annoying.
He’s already so terrified you’re going to leave him; he overanalyzes every interaction.
But this interaction did not need to be analyzed to know what you meant. You were very direct about that.
The way your venomous words attached to his stomach, pumping him with poison that swirled his stomach sick.
You don’t apologize when you wake up, not believing you need to justify yourself. He was being clingy, and you had every right to express your opinion about it.
im going to punch this bitch in the face
As surprising as this is, he actually doesn’t cry about it. He doesn’t cry about it because he is so worried that him crying about it would annoy you, so he would rather let his sadness seep into the back of his brain than show you emotions that could potentially turn you off.
Like I said, destructively kind.
He really takes what you said to heart, trying his best not to give you any skinship unless it’s to guide you through a crowded room or pull you away from the bustling activity of the road, holding your hand until you get to your destination.
He actually feels like he can’t function without your touch, but he muscles through it, relishing in the small actions he can get.
He tries to show his love in other little things that aren’t physical touch. It gets to the point where he is so deep in his head he shies away when you try to initiate skinship, terrified he’s going to get back into the habit of the joy of touching you and make himself seem annoying again.
He’s so beyond scared of being a nuisance.
It’s been two weeks with this flighty physical touch, and it all finally starts to click when you notice his smile isn’t nearly as bright anymore and some of the stars in his eyes have faded away.
"I want you to be clingy again, please, please, please. I mean, cling wrap, Kola. If you ever think you’re being too clingy, please hug me a little tighter. I’m an idiot, a complete and utter moron. Really, I should be evaluated on why I am even able to exist in society."
His heart literally bursts so relieved he can finally touch you again.
He gives you the most dopamine-coddling, brain-boggling cuddles known to mankind that night.
Your skin is so close together it feels like there isn’t a part of your body Felix doesn’t occupy.
He has created a home in your heart that no other man will ever stay, where he will rest until the day you fade away.
seungmin
Oh bro is pissed
"You're so clingy," you deadpan as his arms wrap around your waist. You had seen a stupid TikTok prank on your For You page and had the brilliant idea to try it on your boyfriend. But the way his whole body tenses against your skin, muscles rippling underneath your fingertips, you know you are so beyond fucked. "What did you just say to me, baby?"
well you just signed your death certificate
So many ideas brewing in that beautiful head of his-
Like, your ass will be red, your stomach will be painted, your mouth will be filled, and you will be descending into the grave. Like all the rest are lovey-dovey 'I’m sorrys,' no—your sorry will be told on your knees.
He will edge you intill you are teetering on the ledge of oblivion
"You want to cum, baby?" He's so condescending, easily lifting your waist from the sheets, his sticky fingers creating bruises when he pins your legs down to gain more access to ruthlessly abuse your g-spot.
"Yes, Yes, Yes, please," you beg, body trembling on the bed, large qaukes of pleasure rushing through your bones as his mean fingers plunge into your messy cunt.
"But that would be too clingy wouldn't it?"
oh how i want his fingers
(this one is really short bc i hate writing smut but i feel like this would be smutty)
jeongin
I honestly have no clue. I feel like he’d be more confused than anything because, like, me?
clingy?
mf I barely touch you?
Honestly, kind of annoyed more than sad—like pissed that as soon as he wants to touch you, you think he's clingy. But he's like Chan in the fact that he sees past your words and into the anger brewing in your eyes, allowing both you and him to cool off before he says something he will regret.
He just walks out of the room and lets you calm down.
I am also a firm believer that this man is healthy as hell.
He could tell that his heart was starting to beat a little too hard and his head was getting a little too fuzzy with all the raging words he wanted to say. But instead, he just walks away and lets you calm down, then talks to you about it before you go to bed because he is also an extremely firm believer in the fact that you should NEVER go to bed angry.
this one is shorter bc like I'm lowkey running out of motivation and ideas
did you like this? check out my new series a love lived in between the stars and the sea here
or maybe read doomsday here
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i NEEED hamzah x reader to get into a heated argument and then end up having STEAMY makeup sex ...
makeup, makeout?
cw: smut, fingering, p in v, unprotected sex, small argument
not proofread
hi lovelies! i’m back! erm sorry ab this one it’s kinda bad and rushed😔
mdni!
htf
its friday night and you and hamzah had been looking forward to a quiet evening at home. but, as fate would have it, your guy friend, invited you out for a drink. you knew Hamzah wasn't particularly fond of said guy friend. in hamzahs eyes, he was a bit too flirty with you, but you assured your boyfriend that it was totally platonic and that you'd only be out for an hour or so. hamzah agrees reluctantly while expecting you to actually be home in an hour.
you freshen up before meeting your friend at a bar. a couple of drinks turn into a more, and before you know it, you're laughing and joking with him and you completely lose track of time. your buzzed brain suddenly remembers hamzah when you check your phone and see several missed calls and texts from him.
oops!
you quickly reply, assuring him you're on your way home. As you walk through the door, you're greeted by a very unhappy-looking hamzah. "where the hell have you been?" he demands. "I told you I'd only be an hour or so," you reply, a little defensively. "it’s been three hours!" he exclaims. "I was worried sick. And with that friend, of all people..." his voice trails off, but the anger in his eyes is clear. "he’s just a friend," you insist. "I told you, nothing is going on between us."
hamzahs eyes softens a little, seeing the sincerity in your eyes. but his frustration is still evident. he takes a step towards you, his tall frame towering over your figure. "i know, baby, i’m sorry. it’s just that... I can't help but feel a little jealous. he has eyes for you, and it drives me crazy." he pulls you into his arms, holding you tightly against his body. "i’m sorry I worried you," you murmur, snuggling into his chest. "i love you, and only you."
hamzah chuckles softly "i know, baby. It's just that i can't stand the thought of anyone else having you. you’re mine" His hands begin to roam over your body, pulling you tightly against his growing erection. you moan softly, grinding yourself against him.
"oh, you like that, don’t you?" he murmurs, his eyes darkening with desire. "you like knowing that i wanna mark you as mine?" without waiting for an answer, his lips crash down on yours, kissing you deeply and passionately.
his hands slide up your thighs, lifting your skirt as he goes. his touch sends shivers through your body, and you moan into his mouth, wanting more. hamzahs fingers find your clit, he groans at how wet you already are for him. "such a good girl," he teases, circling your clit with his finger. "getting all turned on when I get jealous."
"it’s not my fault," you pant, rocking your hips against his hand. hamzah chuckles, a deep sexy sound that sends a thrill through your core. he picks you up, sitting you on the edge of the kitchen counter. he pushes your thighs apart, feasting his eyes on your glistening pussy. leaning forward, he laps at your swollen folds with his tongue, sucking your clit into his mouth and teasing it with the tip of his tongue.
you cry out, your hands tangling in his curly hair, holding him to you as his beard tickles your sensitive flesh. "oh God, hamzah...right there," you moan, bucking your hips as he sucks and licks at your dripping core. he looks up at you, his brown eyes smoldering with desire, and sticks two fingers into his mouth, getting them nice and wet before pushing them deep inside you. Your walls clench around his digits as he curls them upward.
"fuck...hamzah..." you cry, your body trembling on the edge of release. "that’s it, baby, cum for me," he urges, his tongue working your clit while his fingers pump in and out. it’s too much stimulation, crying out his name. he laps at your juices, growling with satisfaction as he devours your essence. but he's not done with you yet.
standing in front of you, he quickly undoes his pants, letting them fall to the floor. His hard cock springs free, and you can't resist reaching out to stroke its length. "God, i need to feel you inside me now," you whisper, stroking his length.
he groans, taking his dick from your hand and guiding it to your entrance. with one smooth thrust, he sinks balls-deep into your sopping wet core. you both groan at the sensations, feeling yourself stretch to accommodate his girth. holding still for a moment, he lets you adjust to his size before beginning to move.
Slowly, he draws out, feeling your tight walls massage his sensitive length, before slamming back into you, hitting that sweet spot deep within. "Oh fuck!" you cry out, your nails digging into his shoulders as he begins to move in earnest, setting a fast, hard pace. The sound of his hips slamming into your ass fills the room, mingling with your cries of pleasure.
hamzah bends his head down to suck on your sensitive nipples, swirling his tongue around the hardened peaks as his cock pistons in and out of your tight sheath. "you feel so damn good, baby," he grunts, his breath hot against your ear. "made just for me."
"yes...right there..." you moan, meeting his thrusts with your own, riding him like a wild thing. your orgasm builds again, that delicious coiling sensation deep in your belly. he reaches between your bodies, rubbing your clit in circles as he slams into you. "cum with me, baby," he growls, feeling his own release building.
your body tenses before you explode around him, your walls clenching and pulsing like a vise around his hard cock. "that’s it, take my cum, baby," he groans, his balls tightening as he empties himself deep inside you. his thrusts slow, his body collapsing onto yours as he savors the aftershocks of your shared pleasure.
kissing your forehead, he whispers, "i’m sorry I got jealous, baby. but, making up like this is so much fun." you giggle, snuggling into his strong embrace. "anytime you want to make up like that, i’m down."
#hamzahthefantastic#hamzah x reader#hamzah x y/n#hamzah imagines#hamzahsmut#martin and hamzah#hamzah angst
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PUBLIC SEX WITH JAME LIKE REAL ACTUALLY IN FRONT OF HIS FRIENDS PUBLIC SEX WITH JAMESY BOY NOT NONE OF THIS TRYING TO HIDE IT! I want pure filth as james fucks us in front of the group. They aren’t in on it , they’ve just become used to it. Once sirius started tugging and pulling on his cock and james beat tf out of him. Please write this for me pretty pretty please i need it bad
- sincerely 🪡 anon
this post is 18+, minors dni.
Remus barely even looks up from his book anymore at the sound of James's belt unbuckling. He used to moan and groan about public decency, and now he looks up periodically from his novel each time you let out a particularly filthy moan. Usually he's treated to the sight of James's cock being swallowed by your sloppy, dripping cunt, but now when he glances up, his head's between your thighs.
Remus keeps to himself, mostly. Sure, he commits the image of your writhing, desperate form to memory, but it's a shocking one, so that's not hard. Sirius, though, has other habits.
He watches with dark eyes, sometimes with a cigarette perched between his lips. He smokes so he doesn't do anything worse, but today he's out of cigarettes.
He's laying in his bed, but it's right beside James's, and you're spread eagle over the boy's mattress. Sirius gets a perfect view of his best friend's slick-soaked, glistening face smashed into your cunt, the man's tongue fucking your greedy hole as it pours slick.
He can't help himself: a hand travels south. His cock is bulging in his boxers, the fabric of his pants tighter than normal in front.
James is eating you out like a man starved, grunting and groaning into your overstimulated cunt. You're close to cumming because of it, one of your hands tightly wound into the curls at the top of his head, tugging him in impossibly further. Sirius watches as you take James's large hand that's braced on your thigh, moving it over so that his rough thumb rests on your clit. He knows exactly what to do, stimulating it with long, slow circles that increase in pressure the more they multiply. What finally does you in is catching Sirius's gaze, though, your eyes widening at the sight of his hand on his clothed cock. He bucks up into his hand as you cum, thighs shaking and face screwing up into a scream that nearly shatters the windows.
James cleans you up with just as much care as he unraveled you with, licking sweetly at your thighs to rid them of your sticky cum. When he deems you appropriately cleaned, at least enough to walk to the shower, he stands, leaning down to press a kiss to your cheek.
"Come on, love," He croons, helping you sit upright, "Let's have a nice hot- Sirius!"
He's been caught. When James turned to help you sit he'd caught a glimpse of Sirius rubbing one out, lunging for the man with his hand on his cock.
"You fuckin' perv," James spits, eyes ablaze as he leans over Sirius to grab the man's shirt collar, "You beatin' to my girlfriend?"
Sirius reaches his free hand up to James's chin, thumb running along the crease between his lower lip and collecting your slick that's still shining on his skin. He looks James in the eye as he slips his finger into his mouth, then his gaze flits to you over his shoulder, open-mouthed as he sucks your cum off of his finger.
"You're fuckin' her in front of me," Sirius drawls, "I'm what you'd call a reactive audience member, Prongs."
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Something Special - Dean Winchester (smut)
After watching SPN with @writethelifeyouwant this weekend, I needed to write a fic about Dean's "sex has always felt really good" monologue. Please like and reblog if you enjoyed reading this, your comments keep us writers motivated! Enjoy my loves. xxx
Summary: The reader tells Dean that she doesn't get the hype around sex, Dean is set on showing her that it's something truly special
Warnings: 18+, smut, piv, oral (f), friends to lovers, just pure smut basically
Pairing: Dean Winchester x fem!reader (about 2k words)
header and plot idea by @deathofpeaceofmind
No longer was (y/n) used to the calm beat of her heart, not urged on by the adrenaline thumping through her veins because she was chased by someone, or rather something. No longer was (y/n) used to sitting back with a smile tugging on her lips, allowed to take a few deep breaths without following either Dean or Sam to wherever they were called to. But tonight – for the first time in weeks – (y/n) found herself sitting next to Dean, head placed on his shoulder, hand holding onto a cold bottle of beer. The sounds of the movie the two were watching filled her room, but neither Dean or (y/n) found themselves concentrating on the plot, sharing jokes, thoughts, and questions as the minutes kept blurring by.
“You know,” (y/n) took another sip of her beer, eyes focused on the scene flickering on. The two main characters were about to tumble onto the mattress of their now shared bed, momentarily leaving (y/n) wondering how it must feel to be touched like this by Dean. “I never got the whole excitement about sex. I mean, yes, I guess it can feel good, but it’s nothing special.”
“What?” Dean’s raspy chuckles bubbled out of him, hand reaching for the remote to pause the movie. “Nothing special? It’s the most special thing out there, sweetheart.”
(Y/n) couldn’t stop her eyes from rolling, drowning another sip before she placed the bottle down, fully turning towards Dean. His forest green eyes studied her as if he was trying to figure out if she was possessed, no longer able to guide herself. “Then please, enlighten me. What’s so special about it?”
“Fuck, the guys you’ve been with before must have sucked in bed, huh?” No longer were Dean’s eyes filled with the almost childish glee (y/n) found herself admiring whenever he didn’t notice her staring, no, by now they were filled with something rather serious, something that forced the hairs on her arms to rise. (Y/n) shuffled around, breaking eye contact for a second before she let go of a deep sigh.
“I don’t know, I mean, I never got close to an orgasm with them.” Dean’s warm hand found her chin, forcing (y/n) to look at him. For a few moments neither one of them dared to speak up, trying to communicate without sharing any words, listening to the silent whispers of their hearts like blind wanderers forced to rely on the whispers of the breeze, guiding them along uneasy paths.
“Will you let me? You deserve to experience how good it can actually feel.” It was just a whisper, a sound so quiet (y/n) wasn’t sure if she heard him correctly, and yet her curiosity got the best of her. Slowly she nodded her head, gasping in surprise as Dean’s plush lips found hers, kissing her without another warning. She was pulled into his lap, finding comfort close to his racing heart, to his strong thighs, and the hands that wandered up her spine to explore unfamiliar territory.
Dean tugged her shirt over her head, dilated pupils flickering down to her chest, to the skin he kissed moments later. Every now and then their eyes met, just for a few seconds, and yet the seconds felt more sincere than any moments (y/n) had once shared with the men she had dated. But there had always been something special about Dean Winchester, the man that owned her heart without even knowing so.
“You see, sex has always felt really, really good. But, sometimes, it just makes you feel bad, you know?” Dean’s lips found their way back up to her throat while his hands worked on her bra, letting the fabric fall to the ground, taken from her before she could even try to cover herself up. “You’re drunk. You shack up. Then, it’s the whole morning thing. You know, “hey, that was fun.” And then, “adios,” you know? Always the “adios.” But, you know, when you get down to it, what’s the big deal, right?” The green colour of his eyes seemed to grow even greener as he sucked on her hardening nipples, set on leaving marks that would remind (y/n) of this very moment for days to come.
“Dean,” she mewled his name, begging him to move down further. Another gasp ripped through her as Dean ground her core against his bulge, letting her feel how hard he was, just for her. Her clit was pulsing, secretly wondering if she’d be able to cum just like that, just from searching his closeness with most of their clothes still on. “More, please.”
“I mean, sure, there’s the touching and the feeling all of each other. My hands everywhere, tracing every inch of her body. The two of us moving together, pressing and pulling… Grinding. Then you hit that sweet spot, and everything just builds and builds and builds. I want you to feel that, all of it.” He chuckled at the desperate gaze swimming in her pupils, letting go of a soft “So impatient”.
Dean clicked his tongue, flipping them around so that he could tower over her, hands tugging his own shirt over his head. Fuck, this wasn’t the first time (y/n) got to admire a shirtless Dean, and yet she had never dared to admire him for long, just a few seconds where he found himself distracted by something. But now Dean wasn’t distracted, no, he was awfully focused on (y/n), on the woman that would choke on his name in a few minutes. “I think I want you to cum on my tongue first, and then on my cock.”
“Oh fuck, do something, please.” His chuckles reverberated through the bedroom as he helped her out of her jeans, panties following shortly after. She was completely bare, naked for his eyes only, a sight so beautiful Dean found himself frozen. Both their hearts were racing, calling out to one another, very well knowing that this wasn’t just a quick hookup, not something they’d ever be able to forget.
(Y/n)’s eyes followed Dean’s every move, watching him kiss his way down to her heat, eyes flickering up to meet hers as he brushed his tongue along her folds, moaning at her taste. She could already tell that this wouldn’t end like it had with the guys she had been with before, Dean would be able to make her cum in no time, pushing her over the edge before her mind could catch up with her body.
Dean’s skilled fingers took care of her pulsing bundle of nerves, smirking against her skin as he dipped his tongue into her tightness. Her moans kept clawing through her, hands grasping her sheets in a desperate try to ground herself, unable to keep on breathing. Her body grew tense as she felt her orgasm creeping closer, forcing her to breathe faster, scared that she’d pass out from the tension now clinging to her.
This very sensation had something so unfamiliar to it, (y/n) couldn’t help but wonder if she’d ever get to experience this again, already addicted to the feeling of Dean’s tongue taking care of her every need. Her moans urged him on to add more pressure to his movements, tongue fucking her faster, in sync with the movements of his fingers.
“Oh god, Dean, I’m so close, please don’t stop.” Her sobs left his heart roaring in pride, tugging on his muscles as he watched her come undone. (Y/n)’s eyes fluttered close, teeth buried in her lower lip as she let the sensation wash through her, allowing her vocal cords to produce the sweetest sounds Dean has ever heard before. He found himself marvelling at her, wishing that he’d be able to grasp his phone, to take a picture of the pleasure drunken expression tugging on her features.
Dean had always known that he was in love with her, and yet he had never dared to act on his feelings, preferring to secretly harbour a crush that was stronger than any emotion he was used to by now, instead of ending up with a broken heart and a broken friendship. But in this very moment, Dean found himself growing more confident, finally understanding that she was tied to him in the same way he was tied to her.
“Dean,” a deep sigh left her as he pulled away, smirking down on (y/n) before he kissed her. “Fuck me, please.”
“Such a good girl, I knew you’d love this, you deserve to be touched by someone who actually wants you to enjoy this.” Dean rose from the bed to tug his trousers down his legs, allowing (y/n) to take in the sight of his clothed cock, of the way his cock was pressed against the fabric of his dark boxers. Fuck, she had dreamt about this very moment for way too many times, wondering how he’d fuck her, how he’d push her closer and closer to the edge with his cock buried deep inside of her.
Dean rolled a condom down his cock before he aligned himself with her heat, fingers interlaced with hers before he slowly sank into her. Both needed a few moments to adjust, exhaling the tension tugging on their muscles, urged on by the emotions that made this very night more special than all others they got to live through before.
(Y/n)’s trembling hand tugged Dean down to her, sharing a passionate kiss as she wrapped her legs around his waist. He moved slowly at first, building up a rhythm that shot sparks down their spines, leaving them drowning in the heat thumping through their veins.
“Shit, you feel so good.” Dean’s praises left her heart skipping beats, racing in her chest as if she was on another hunt, guided by the adrenaline rushing through her system. But this very moment wasn’t filled with the same kind of adrenaline she was all too used to, no, it had a new touch to it, allowing her to silence her racing thoughts.
Her walls fluttered around his cock as his hand found its way back to her sensitive clit, pushing her closer and closer to the edge, very well knowing that they’d both cum any moment now. Heavy breaths left them, mixed with moans and groans that echoed through her bedroom, a sound that would forever cling to them, reminiscent like the emotions filling their bodies.
“There we go, can feel you clenching my cock. Let go for me, sweetheart.” Dean’s raspy words pushed her over the edge, hands finding his shoulders to claw her fingernails into his skin. He fucked her through her high, staring down on her with a proud smirk before he followed her, releasing himself into the condom.
Dean slowly pulled out of her, tossing away the condom before he searched her closeness again. For a few minutes neither of them dared to speak up, trying to catch their breaths with closed eyes and wandering fingers that stroked one another’s warm skin. With a kiss pressed to her forehead, Dean pulled (y/n) into his chest, tightening his grip on her.
“You’re right, this is truly the most special thing ever.”
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I am a bit surprised at your tags saying you like jar jar, I don't really know anybody who's a fan in 2023. What's the appeal there, would you say?
Did people like JarJar more in the past? I remember when the prequels were new, his poor actor almost died from the harassment. Surely the venom against JarJar has only weakened.
But mmmmm...I guess what I enjoy about JarJar is he just. He sucks so bad. Nobody has any use for him. He's not just bad at emergencies and space and knowing you have to pay for food, he's not even good at Gungan-ing.
But he's just kinda allowed to be like that. He's there. The other protagonists are varying levels of Ugh Why but they don't try to solve him. He gets Recognition From His People at the end of TPM and fails his way upward in galactic politics and has good intentions and tries sincerely and fucks up so so bad, and is dumb as hell.
He doesn't get punished by the story for being a loser. He's allowed.
That's what made so many people so mad at him back when, and I do get it because any scene he's in is hard to take seriously, he's walking bathos, he's like Original Swamp Yoda without the redeeming kung fu drama. But also wow yikes no.
Let me sit with this a bit and let me see if I can turn this vibe into words better.
Like @husborth was totally correct in saying the whole Gungan plotline was a waste of screentime, a fun little excuse plot allowed to run riot due to unchecked directorial hubris, and contributed to the prequel films being atrociously paced pieces of cinema. But (somewhat consequently) there's something luxurious about JarJar Binks being allowed to go around existing so much, something I think is prototypical of the whole prequel tone and its contrast to the snappy war-film energy of the original trilogy in a way that...really works to create the atmospheric contrast between life in the Republic and life under the Empire.
The Republic was a bloated ancient mess of a government riddled with corruptions, and badly out-of-whack power balances and decayed support nets that weren't technically corruption but weren't working well either, and inefficiency.
And also what the fascists like to call decadence. You know?
Like one of the consequences of having a tolerant diverse society is that even when poorly run and afflicted with capitalism it is going to be full of fantastically annoying weirdos who don't have anything better to do than embarrass people by talking, and there's nothing to be done about that that morally can be. You can't Force Choke people for annoying and have a free society. We all gotta make our peace with the fact that JarJar Binks has every right to exist.
Not that JarJar Binks is necessary to any specific piece of media. I am not advocating for annoying gag sidekicks in general. But I am saying that JarJar Binks is metaphorically inevitable, whenever people are allowed to just kinda be.
So his presence on some level feels political to me, inasmuch as Star Wars are actually political films at all, which isn't very much. But definitely not none either!
Also I am old enough to have grown less susceptible to secondhand embarrassment so I am able to forgive JarJar his cringe. He can still be a little painful to watch! But I do like that he's there.
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Throat Training
Pairing: Rafe Cameron x Fem!Reader
Warning: Oral (m receiving), rafe fucks readers throat with his fingers (again), slight degradation, slightly mean dom Rafe, language, daddy kink, face slapping
Summary: Rafe really likes training your throat hoping that one day he can use it to his full advantage
Rafe training your throat to take his cock all the way. He’d start with making you suck on his fingers, slowly pushing them down further until you gagged around them before holding them in place. Your eyes were teary and fuck he thought you looked so pretty this way, he’d wait until you hummed around his fingers before pushing them in all the way to his final knuckles. Smirking in satisfaction when you began bobbing your head up and down and sucking on them. This would go on for a solid week before you decided you were ready to try the same thing, but with his cock this time.
“You sure you’re ready for that baby? You think your pretty throat is nice and ready for daddy’s big cock?” you were on your knees in front of him, the tip of his cock just inches away from your mouth. It was hard as a rock and leaking precum, twitching all on its own when your eyes would meet his, causing a warmth to grow between your legs.
“I’m ready” you were too turned on to remember that Rafe enjoyed being addressed as daddy when anything sexual was occurring, the only exceptions being when one of you had a rough day and needed soft love and not harsh sex.
He brought his hand to your cheek and lightly caressed it before landing a harsh slap, caressing the mark again and laying a soft kiss against it. “Try that again for me, put that empty little brain to work for once”
“I’m ready daddy” a large smile made its way to his face, his hands gripping your hair and pulling you closer to his cock.
“Open” you followed orders immediately, opening your mouth wide and keeping your eyes locked on his while he slid his cock in.
First it was the tip, then the middle of his cock, but right before he could fit all of it in, you panicked. It was as if you couldn’t breathe and couldn’t figure out how, you quickly tapped his thighs and pulled away. His face was full of concern over what happened, he knelt to the ground and held your face in his hands.
“Hey, what happened baby?” His voice was sincere and soft, wanting to ensure his girl was alright and nothing bad had happened.
“I don’t know, it was like I couldn’t breathe anymore” he let out a small sigh that he hadn’t pushed you too far, it was just a normal reaction to something going so far down your throat and taking away one of your breathing methods.
“That’s okay baby, you have to remember to breathe through your nose. You want my fingers again? Get that pretty throat nice and stretched out for my cock” you eagerly nodded and pulled his hand to your mouth.
Three fingers down your throat five minutes later and you were ready to try again. This time he’d successfully managed to get his cock all the way down your throat, reminding you to breathe once your nose was flush against his pelvis, moaning at the feeling of your lips wrapped around him.
“Can I move baby? Daddy needs to fuck your face” one thing you loved about Rafe is that he would always make sure you were okay before doing anything, never wanting to make you uncomfortable or push you past your limits.
You moaned a small “mhm” around him and that was all it took for him to begin roughly fucking your throat. Loud groans bouncing off the walls of his bedroom, his hands gripping your hair in a makeshift ponytail as your throat sucked him in so well.
“Your mouth is so good baby, such a pretty little fuck doll. You're going to take daddy’s cum down your throat and swallow it all like the greedy little cock whore you are and you will thank me for it” he growled out in between moans.
Now that he had your throat trained to his liking, he was going to use it. Every. Fucking. Day.
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God, this man has the absolute worst case of nostalgia based rose tinted glasses
In nightbringer itself Asmo says the day before they Fell he was hiding from Raphael for messing with him/pissing him off
All of Lucifer's siblings (minus Levi, as far as we know) were frequently sneaking into the human world while they were actively at war with the Devildom and while it was forbidden to interact with humans
Mammon used the angels as his own giant chess set????
Mammon used to sneak into the human world to collect pigeon feathers and sell them to angels by saying they were Raphael's feathers, which is hilarious but is also A FUCKING SCAM THAT CURRENT MAMMON WOULD ABSOLUTELY PULL
The others actually thought Mammon would Fall long before he did because he was such a shit head
Asmo used to have his Asmo parties or Asmo nights or whatever up in the Celestial Realm despite Raphael saying parties are bad (I feel like the actual word he used was "immoral"? )
Asmo used to sneak into the human world to go partying with humans
It is heavily implied in s3 that asmo was fucking & sucking his way through the celestial realm (good for him btw get those sticks outta the angels' asses babe i believe in you <3 )
The twins and Lilith used to frequently sneak into the human world
Lilith started a whole ass relationship with a human and lied her ass off about it so that she could keep it secret
Lilith compared Michael to a jellyfish???? the first time she met him and that pissed him off
Lilith held a hell of a grudge
Belphie used to skip work so he could go nap
The brothers, as a team, used to catch frogs, cut holes in books, put the frogs into them and wait for Raphael to open them
The brothers, as a team, used to dig pits in the ground and cover them up so that other angels would fall into them (at least the frog thing was kinda funny this is just them being straight up dicks)
Raphael was constantly chasing them around with his spears and getting on Lucifer's ass about them because of how troublesome they were
S4 implies that the reason the brothers' pranks are more refined as demons, compared to when they were angels, is because they now have Satan
So yeah, they were always asses
But even if there is some truth in what Lucifer said about them being kind & sincere (and honestly, there is. We've seen more than enough evidence of it in the events, devilgrams, chats & s1-4) :
Levi says he was depressed in the Celestial Realm and felt like he didn't fit in.
Both Mammon & Beel didn't fit in until Lucifer found them.
Lilith definitely didn't feel like she fit in.
Lucifer, as a demon, says he'll never want to go back. Talking with Diavolo as an angel made him lose a little faith in the Celestial Realm. His greatest fear is possibly his father. Even before they Fell something in the Celestial Realm was pissing him off so much that he managed to spawn a whole other conscious life form - Satan says he gained his own consciousness even before Asmo was created meaning that anger had been festering for a long time.
As far as we know Asmo & Belphie were the only ones who were genuinely happy throughout their entire time in the Celestial Realm (and I think once Asmo gets used to his demon form he'll appreciate the freedom in the devildom over the strictness of the celestial realm)
Mammon, in Nightbringer, says that they know there's no real difference between being an angel or a demon and that they're all just labels.
Whatever sincerity and kindness they, may or may not have, had in the Celestial Realm wasn't because they were angels. Or because of the Celestial Realm.
It was in spite of all that.
It was just what they are like as people.
And of course that sincerity and kindness aren't gonna shine through right after a horribly traumatic event that killed their sister and permanently changed their bodies. And due to such an event & their Sins becoming more...more, they'll obviously be different and treat each other differently as demons.
But at the end of the day they are good, kind people, even as demons.
Like we've seen that.
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You Need Me
pairing: rhiannon lewis x reader
warnings: dom rhiannon, free use, edging, overstimulation, orgasm denial, reader is used as a stress reliever, degradation, mean dom rhiannon, daddy kink, spanking, praise kink, mentions murder.
summary: after a stressful day at work, rhiannon wants to use you to relieve some of her stress.
kinktober 23/24: free use
word count: 1.2k
edited by my lovely girlfriend @specialinterestshows 🩵
You turned to look at the front door as you heard your girlfriend, Rhiannon, unlock it. You smiled to yourself, missing her even though she had a much shorter day at work than she normally would. When she slammed the door, you jumped a little, a tell-tale sign that she was angry.
“You okay, baby?” you called out as you cut up some peppers, wanting to surprise her with a nice dinner. “Rhiannon?”
“Hey, sorry, I’m in the bathroom. I'll be right there!” she called out, but it still had you confused. When she would get home, she would come to you straight away, giving you a hug and a kiss before she even thought about going to the bathroom.
You washed your hands and headed to the bathroom, eyes widening as you saw what her shirt was covered in. “Oh- Oh my god-“ you begin, but Rhiannon cut you off by pulling you into the bathroom. Shutting and locking the door, she pushed you so you were bent over the sink.
“I’m so sorry, love,” Rhiannon apologized, sounding sincere. “I really didn’t want you to see me all bloody like this.”
“Rhiannon, I- what happened? Are you okay? Are you hurt?” you asked as she grinded against your ass.
You bit your lip, closing your eyes, but she was quick to slap your ass. “Eyes open, baby girl,” she said, and you reluctantly opened them.
Rhiannon sighed, “You’re wearing the necklace I got you when you’re in the mood for me to use you whenever I want.”
You nod, looking at her through the mirror. You couldn’t stop looking at the blood that was soaking her nice dress shirt, and a part of you wanted to stop her in her tracks to ask what the hell happened.
“I need to use you,” she stated, pushing your head down into the sink. “Tell me your safeword and I’ll stop. But for now, I’m not stopping for anything.”
With her free hand, she forced your shorts down, along with your underwear. You took a deep breath, trying to lift your head up, but Rhiannon was quick to keep you down. “Stay fucking still,” she snapped, using the free hand she used to pull your pants down to unzip her pants. She pulled the strapon out of her pants zipper.
Rubbing the tip of the toy through your folds, Rhiannon teased your entrance. You whimpered, trying your best not to push back against it. Rhiannon pushed the toy into you, not giving you any time to adjust as she began to fuck you.
”Fuck,” you gasped as she slid all the way into you.
She spanked you once more, shaking her head in disapproval. “Good fleshlights don’t fucking talk,” she snapped, grabbing the bloody knife that was at the edge of the counter.
You held your breath as she grabbed the bottom of your shirt and cut it off you in a few moves. Finally, she cut your bra off you as well before setting the knife back down.
“I’ve had such a bad day,” Rhiannon said, gripping your hips. “Are you ready to listen about it, baby?”
You nodded, stopping yourself from talking as she began at a slow pace. You knew when she was in moods like this, being a brat wasn’t going to get you anywhere.
“My bus driver ignored me when I said that it was my stop,” she said through gritted teeth. Rhiannon sped her movements up just a bit, but it wasn’t enough for you.
Rhiannon brought her thumb to her mouth, sucking on it before bringing it to your asshole. She rubbed at your entrance and you tried your best to relax. She pulled her hand away, bringing it back to your hip.
“And then I had to walk ten minutes in the pouring rain, all of my shit got soaked,” she groaned, looking at you through the mirror. She sped up her movements and you looked up to see her biting her lip as she looked down at her strapon going in and out of you.
“Then when I clock in, no one says ‘hello’ or anything to me,” she spits. “I could clock in, leave the whole day and just return to clock out and no one would fucking notice.”
Rhiannon’s pace is painful now, but it feels too good to do anything. She reached down to rub at your clit as the two of you made eye contact through the mirror. You struggled to hold it, wanting to please Rhiannon after the shitty day she had at work.
“Good fucking girl,” Rhiannon praised.
You were getting closer between her fucking you as hard as she was and rubbing your clit, you tried to fight it. Rhiannon sensed this, pulling the strapon out of you - which caused you to cry out in frustration.
“You think I’m going to just let you come whenever you want?” she asked, bringing her hand down onto your ass as hard as she could. She repeated the action when you didn't respond, causing you to cry out.
“N- No, Daddy,” you whimpered as she pushed the strapon back into.
“Good girl,” she praised, picking up where she left off.
“No one needs me,” she seethed.
You took a deep breath, closing your eyes so you could focus on what you were going to say to her. “I-I need you, Daddy,” you whispered, just loud enough that she could hear you.
“Yeah? You need me?” Rhiannon repeated, bringing her hand to your head, pushing your head down into the empty sink. “My stupid little fleshlight needs her Daddy to do all the thinking huh?”
You nodded as best as you could as she held your head in place. You were getting closer, trying your best to hide it so you could come.
“Y- Yes, m’need you always, Daddy!” you cried out as she pulled out of you once more.
“Fucking slut,” she snapped, slapping your pussy twice before letting go of your head.
“Please, please just let me come,” you begged. “I’ll do anything, just please let me come.”
Rhiannon pushed the toy back into you, smirking to herself as she saw the tears in the corner of your eyes. She fucked you at a slow pace, making you frustrated.
“And then, I was on my way home when a man almost knocked me onto the ground,” she whispered, kissing down your back in the spots that she could reach. “So I followed him and when he cut an alley, I killed him.”
You clenched around the toy - unsure of it was out of fear, pleasure, or both - but Rhiannon began to fuck you harder once more. “Do you hear that? You’re pathetic, getting wetter just because I told you I killed a man,” she laughed.
You felt your face heat up embarrassment at her observation. She fucked you and, to your surprise, she continued to fuck you as you came. You were sensitive and had already come - but a second orgasm was fast approaching.
“Fuck- Daddy, please,” you cried as you came. But Rhiannon continued. “Sen- Sensitive.”
Rhiannon laughed, moving a hand down to between your legs, “You wanted to come and so you’re going to.”
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Mera Mera Mera! Thoughts on twst boys if you tell them "no more sex" after an argument. Pretty please! 🥺🙏 💙 (You characterize them so well, I'm certain you can bless us with knowledge)
>:D I may have a few thoughts on the reactions!!! I shall bless you with said thoughts (i.e. twst cast being petty and silly).
Riddle - he's perfectly silent when he tears out the page in his life planner titled "dick appointments" and rips it in half in front of you. "Would you look at that? It appears my schedule's become open." He proceeds to fill the time slots with academics and club activities. Your "no more sex" rule goes both ways, but if you find yourself unable to bear it he might consider penciling you into his schedule. ...if it ever frees up, that is. :)
Trey - "Yeaaah, I had that coming," he admits with a sheepish chuckle. Trey very rarely argues with you. Ever. So maybe it was one-sided, but he still goes along with it to keep you happy and to end the argument as quickly as possible. He'll smooth things over by baking you your favorite sweet. He can be patient and wait if you're still stubbornly insisting on no more sex, but that doesn't mean he won't tease you often.
Cater - "Cowabummer." Yes, that's all he says. Yes, he gives you the sad thumbs-down and everything. Cater cannot be /srs for this one because if he's /srs you'll see the /srs sides of him that he'd rather hide behind a /j personality. (He later makes it up to you by apologizing and taking you into town to your favorite places. <3 you end up fucking in the changing stall in one of the clothing stores hehe.)
Ace - he rolls his eyes and laughs. "I never even wanted to fuck you anyways. You're, like, super mid." (He's lying. Please don't ban him from having sex with you. </3 This is how he's apologizing later.
Deuce - he's genuinely devastated. Nooo, what do you mean "no more sex"? D: that's not even the worst of it, though. Deuce is just sad that the both of you argued and that he said some things he's not very proud of. He was really mean and so were you. What were you even arguing about in the first place? Deuce's heart aches knowing you're so upset at him, so he does everything he can to make it up to you. It's fine if you don't want sex anymore; he just wants you to be happy.
Leona - he highly doubts you're serious. "Sure, okay. We'll see about that one," he tells you with a lazy half-smirk. "Good luck with that, herbivore." (he's so hot when you wake up next to him in the mornings and he has that rough morning voice...... you end up fucking the following day, too weak to his charms to keep up with your no sex promise. Leona teases you for that.)
Ruggie - "I'll live," he says with a shrug. Sure, it sucks that you no longer want to fuck and it also sucks that the two of you even argued in the first place, but he'll live. You and Ruggie are distant for all of one day before coming back together to sincerely apologize. He's a little awkward with his apology, but it does indeed come from the heart. Perhaps there's some makeup sex that follows...
Jack - another one who is more upset over the actual argument than your admission of no more sex. Jack feels so bad. :( his ears are flattened on his head and his tail is drooped; he's just so sad that he argued with you and made you angry. He was out of line and shouldn't have let his emotions get the best of him. If no more sex is what you truly want, he'll abide by that.
Azul - "Angelfish, I understand you're upset, but do you truly mean that?" You do, and you storm out of his VIP room and ghost him for the rest of the day. Azul goes through the five stages of grief within the span of a few hours. T_T he's a wreck, not only because you said no more sex but because you argued and you're angry with him and you probably hate him now and what if you break up and you never want to see him again and and and and and !!!!!!!! Sad tako hours.
Jade - he smiles patiently. "If you say so." (his compliance is too obedient; don't let him fool you. He's going to spike your drink with an aphrodisiac and then when you come to him begging for release he'll deny you in the same way you denied him.)
Floyd - "Shrimpy, c'mon, ya can't be serious." You turn away from him with a huff, arms folded over your chest. "S'not funny, Shrimpy..." He pouts at you, brows knitted in annoyance. You look him dead in the eyes and snap back with, "Good. Cuz I'm not joking, Floyd." (Floyd's in a foul mood for the rest of the day; no one dares go near him. His aura is too threatening...)
Kalim - if it's your first argument with him, he's genuinely compelled to throw a party celebrating it LOL. Kalim means well with it, too, which makes it arguably worse. ^^;;; but he is indeed very sad that things got to this point and that you were so angry with him that you even said no more sex! He sulks sadly. :( will a parade make you feel better? Or do you want more renovations done to Ramshackle? Do you want gemstones? Just tell him how he can make it up to you and he'll do it! He's so very sorry! >_<
Jamil - he rolls his eyes, shooting you an unamused look. "Very mature of you, (Name)." Jamil isn't going to entertain the argument anymore. If you want to talk things over, you can do that after you and he have cooled off. Although if he's truly intent on getting your forgiveness and nullifying your no sex rule right away, a little hypnosis might do the trick...
Vil - he gives you a critical look. "What does sex have anything to do with this?" If you're going to argue with Vil, argue about the subject matter and don't bring unrelated topics into it! >:( arguments with Vil always make you feel so bad because essentially he tells you to do better and think about your conduct. Of course he also reflects on how he acted and what even led up to the argument in the first place. Even his apology, though heartfelt and authentic, is so perfect.
Rook - "Mon amour, lovely trickster whom I adore most, oh, how you wound me!" He's so dramatic about it, but then he also wholeheartedly means it when he says and acts like that. "Shall we share a kiss of forgiveness and allow water to flow freely under the bridge once more?" He is truly sorry, but then he's sneaky when he's slipping his tongue into your mouth as if he's trying to drag your apology out of your throat and taste it in his mouth.
Epel - "Consarn it!" He's huffy, glaring at you with his cheeks puffed out. "If yer gonna throw a hissy fit and say no more in-out, in-out, then don't come crawlin' to me when yer feelin' it!" Of course he then storms off and is promptly scolded by Vil for such atrocious behavior. Epel realizes he was wrong for getting so worked up and he'll later apologize to you. You apologize as well, but for the rest of the week there will be no more sex. Epel thinks that's fair. He sort of deserved that one. T_T
Idia - "Wutever. I don't need 3D to be happy." He rolls his eyes and the argument ends there. (Idia later spends an entire week locked away in his room building a (Name) sex doll to make up for the lack of your touch.)
Malleus - poor Hornton... :( he sulks in the darkness of his room and no one knows the reason for why he's so upset. Sebek is distraught; whoever dared to put waka-sama in this sad mood will pay!!!!!! Telling Malleus no more sex makes him think you don't want him anymore and that you essentially are breaking up (which is not the case). Diasomnia feels the gloomy atmosphere for days to come. It's Lilia who finally manages to convince Malleus to come out of his room and go to you for a chat to resolve things.
Lilia - "Oh dear. That's rather unfortunate." Even though he says this, he doesn't seem very affected or surprised or even remotely upset. But then Lilia's been through countless arguments, some far more severe than the one he just had with you, so he knows how to navigate these sorts of things. He's very mature about it and respects your no more sex rule. In fact, he's going to keep track of how many days you go with no sex before you inevitably forgo this rule for sloppy, heartfelt makeup sex with him, which he'll gladly indulge in.
Silver - it's probably impossible to argue with Silver. He's just so sweet. How could you ever get into any sort of argument with him? But if you did find yourself at a disagreement, he'd do whatever he could to resolve it and make you feel better. If no more sex is what makes you happy, then there will be no more sex.
Sebek - "SO BE IT, HUMAN. I DO NOT REQUIRE YOUR TOUCH OR INTIMACY TO SURVIVE, NOR DO I WANT IT." He's so LOUD. The entire hall ends up learning more than they'd ever want to about your and Sebek's argument. ;;;; he rants about you and your audacity to Silver (who's half-asleep), and so it's obvious he's affected. Sebek refuses to apologize because he's stubborn, but he realizes he misses you quite a lot. :( no one point that out, though, or else he'll yell at them that that's not true whatsoever!!!!
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I got this comment on my antigonism explainer and I asked for permission to address in it's own post because I think it's good feedback:
I appreciate your support of transmasc and transnull people more than you can ever know. I, however, think coming up with a phrase that distincts “transmasc friendly transfems” is deeply divisive- and will further the divide and discourse between transfems and transmascs We don’t need a speciality phrase to denote people who are friendly towards us since those that are AGAINST us are the loud minority- the majority of real world trans people (transfems especially) are in unity with transmascs I think that this may just worsen the divides that are already starting to exist, and will further perpetuate discourse where it isn’t needed. Transfems can just say they support transmascs and transNB people, you guys don’t have to come up with a special title. I mean this all with the upmost love and sincerity. Transfems who support transmascs are the majority of transfems, yes there is an issue with TIRFism online But that is not the majority of transfems on the internet- and especially in real life. We should be focusing on greater unity and talking about what makes us similar- not dividing ourselves even more into subcategories to be policed or pointed to. From a transnull who is just as deep in this discourse
I'm thankful for your perspective and that you've given thought to the issue, and wanted to share your thoughts in a way that I feel is really sweet, which as someone with NPD I appreciate a lot. This is something that's been expressed to me about the idea previously.
I disagree, though. Are transfems who support transmascs and other non-transfems the majority? Yes, absolutely! But when the vocal minority is as loud as it is, they need to be loudly shutdown. That kinna thing takes megaphones. They're going to go away on their own and I want there to be a way to take an active stance that throws oneself out there as someone opposed to that shit.
Already it's just taken as a given that transfems are all TRFs.* If we don't go further, we're letting the vocal nature of the minority take up more and more space and become more and more accepted. Because like, they are super aggressive about it. These things get spread around on posts with thousands of notes every day. TRFs do nothing but bitch about non-transfem trans, intersex, and GNC people, and in doing so make spaces an increasingly less safe place for them.
And the signaling is a really important issue too. A lot of the responses to antigonism from transmascs in particular have been saying that it makes them feel safer. I've gotten messages from people who feel really bad about the paranoia trans radical feminism has caused them to feel around transfems they don't know, and that sucks! I'm so not interested in dismissing that as people who need to be less online or something, especially since I've heard a lot of stories of IRL spaces being hostile to any expression of masculinity as well. These are people who are, at best, facing a massive bullying issue, and at worst being driven out of the trans community entirely. It's cruel and I'm not going to shame them for having this expectation hammered into them, especially because I've also constantly been let down over and over and over when I see a post about transmisogyny or the transfem experience that I really like, only to be gravely disappointed when I see they're a TRF. It constantly happens. It sucks. It sucks so unbelievably much.
Hell, a lot of TRFs are self-identified TMEs, and in fact, most of them are! Every time they do one of their polls trying to prove some dumbass point, it's overwhelmingly "TMEs" who respond. It's like, a relatively small number of transfems kicking around a little cult of sycophants, many of whom are weird as fuck in their own ways but also many who are just trying to be good allies. They should also be signaled to that, hey, when I tell them they actually didn't need to drop a headcanon of a character that gave them joy because a transfem said so, I'm not the freak anomaly I get painted as. Like, I've responded to things asking if something so not an issue was transmisogynistic, or what the problem with TMA/TME was, only to immediately have multiple TRFs zoom into the replies like "don't listen to velvetvexations, she alone has those opinions because she hates all other transfems."
And what about transfems who also need to have it made clear TRFs aren't normal, too? Who need to be gently caught before they get indoctrinated into this shit?
When you see a trans woman saying she thinks it's bad to call non-binary people slurs, identifying as an antigonist gives the messages she's not a random confused baby bird brainwashed by Big Transmisogyny to hate her sisters. She is just one of many who feel that way.
And like, is making it a "faction" like that divisive? I don't think so because holy hell, this discourse is already divisive and toxic as fuck. The intense vitriol that gets thrown at one side from another is already radioactive. What's going to make things worse than it is now? TRFs will have to put up with seeing that other transfems are enthusiastic about disagreeing with them? Those other transfems will feel an us vs. them mentality regarding radical feminists?
A friend of mine put it really well last night:
it isn’t enough to just be ‘normal’ about transmascs and intersex people, actually you do need to be actively working against the now baked in harmful ideologies that have gained traction
I don't want to be normal about these things, I want to be actively anti-transandrophobic, actively anti-intersexist, etc. in a way that sends a clear message to everyone. Being normal about these issues is only normal until it isn't. And even if it forever remained a minority with no threat of growing larger than it is today, TRFs should still have the door slammed in their face until they learn to play nice. If transfems who are Normal really are "normal", then make TRFs feel like pariahs rather than having the unmitigated gall to declare that transmascs invented the transmisogynistic concept of transandrophobia because "2024 is the year transfems united under the banner of transfeminism."
Should we let them have that, and just say oh, well, it's obviously intuitive we're the normal ones and they're the weirdos, we can just quietly continue to consider ourselves the default model of transfem while radical feminism continues to cause more and more division entirely on it's own?
*not that they use that language
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Prompt Celly - Day Two
Luke Hughes x Y/N
Description: I will be here, by your side, plus you can't hide that fever from me.
A/N: I hope you enjoy! Would be greatly appreciated if you could reblog. I love talking to people so say 'Hi' if you want to. Feel Free to send in requests as well. I'm happy to write for most hockey players.
Warnings: None, I don't think! It should be all fluff and a bit of friendly banter.
-Sincerely thedevilrisen.
My sniffles filled the desolate room, desolate minus the tissues, empty soup bowls and discarded clothes I had haphazardly changed out of this morning after a searing hot shower I had in a desperate attempt to clear my blocked sinuses.
It was safe to say being sick sucked, I believe everyone universally would agree. My phone had been buzzing consistently against the hard wood of my side table for twenty odd minutes and the grinding noise it was making made my headache worse than it already was. To stop the buzzing I had no choice but to pick it up, squinting against the harsh light of the screen looking at the name Lukey <3, 3 missed calls and 37 unread messages.
Shit.
Lukey <3
I swear if you don't answer me I'm coming over Y/N.
Please baby, I'm scared, what's wrong? What did I do?
Y/N, its been two hours, and I didn't get a good morning text.
Fuck this, I'm coming over.
DELIVERED 12:56
the clock on my bedside table read 1:13. It takes about 20 minutes to get here.
Double shit.
Shooting out of bed quickly, too quickly evidenced by the black dots and spinning room, I stumbled around, I picked up my tissues and put them into the trash can in my bathroom, I swept the used soup bowls under my bed and threw the miscellaneous clothes into the hamper.
"Y/N" Luke called thought the apartment.
Scrambling to open my bedside draw, shove my phone in and shut it, I leant over the bed like I was making it as the light from the hallway came flooding in.
"Luke? What are you doing here?" I feigned confusion, finishing pulling up the bed spread.
"I came to check on you, you weren't answering me and didn't send me a good morning text. I got worried." He spoke walking closer.
"I'm alright babe, was just having a cleaning morning, you know I put my phone away when I do that." I sat bad on the bed, he followed and pulled my hand out of its crumpled ball, leaning into me and enveloping me into a hug. He laid a gentle, lingering kiss on my forehead.
"I'm just going to get some water, want to watch a movie?" he asked.
"Sure, I'd love too!" I responded.
"Alright, get settled and pick a movie f'us yeah?" he mumbled into my hair.
"I will. Go get your water, then we'll start." I returned.
Luke's POV:
She's sick. I fucking new it. Not only did her behaviour give it away but her temperature is far too high to healthy. Wandering into the kitchen I opened the top cupboard, snagged a tin of chunky beef soup, leaned down to the draw filled with plates and bowls, pulling one out I opened the tin and watched as the brown viscous liquid sloshed into the bowl. Releasing the latch on the microwave I place the bowl in and let it heat up.
I sent Jack a text, saying I won't be back tonight. Pocketing my phone, I opened the fridge and got out two bottles of water, walked back to the microwave, opened it and pulled out the hot bowl, grabbing a spoon I walked back down the hallway and pushed open the door with my foot.
"Before you say shit," I announced, seemingly startling her. "I will be here, by your side. Because your sick."
"I-but" she rebutted.
"No buts, you were an idiot if you didn't think I would pick up on that fever. Now, I have soup, enjoy." I smiled as I handed her the bowl.
She slumped down on the pillows, mumbled a thanks and pulled the soup and spoon from my hand.
Walking around the other side of the bed, I settled in next to her and picked up the discarded remote to pick a show I know she couldn't resist watching.
Gilmore Girls.
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THE WORD NO ‧₊˚ ☾. ⋅
| percy jackson x popstar au
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warnings: swearing
a/n: hello there!! im actual having so much fun writing this series and every so often a new idea will come to me and im just like YES I LOVE THAT WRITE U LAZY SHIT. (does the screaming at myself work? sometimes like right now) hence why we're here on a randomly tuesday. also this is shorter because im dying and need to sleep so bad
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"i'm gonna throw up!" lia groans from her chair.
"get over it you oversized walrus."
"WALRUS?"
you sit back in your chair watching as your two friends bicker over cake. not even fighting over who gets the last piece, but who ate the most and who is gonna be the sickest.
"I AM NOT A WALRUS THANK YOU VERY MUCH-"
"do they always argue this much?" the voice of the person you'd hoped to forget about asks. you barely contain your eye roll as you turn to him.
"yes. it gets rather annoying when they start to act like middle schoolers." i say getting louder with each word. lia shoots me an offended look and riley all but leaps out of her chair and launches the throw pillow she was sitting on at me. she says high school was the worst years of her life and never wants to hear us talk about her from back then.
"i'm sorry i can't hear you over here talking about shit i don't know about," she smiles fakely and sits back down returning to her bickering.
"did that answer your question?"
"...yeah."
"y/n! percy!" stacey calls walking into your living room.
both of you groan in unison when you see stacey and lauren walking towards you with serious faces. you shoot percy an annoyed look and smile - painfully - up at stacey. "whats up?"
"its your birthday this weekend y/n."
percy's eyes flick to you clearly not knowing that.
"and what would you like us to do about that?" you ask stacey.
she pauses and looks at lauren for conformation, when lauren nods she continues on. "we'd like you to announce your relationship. go public. on your birthday. or well more like at your birthday party."
another pause.... "with a kiss."
"what the fuck?" both of you say again. stacey and lauren hid grins behind obviously faked sincere looks.
"I know this might suck-"
might suck. right cause we're obvisouly besties that have been joined at the hip from the womb and are secretly in love with each other. sure.
"but, with y/n's new album announcement coming out soon we thought it would boost both of your statuses." stacey smiles trying to convince you.
"i don't need the extra publicity!" you snap your head to percy. "oh for the love of god, can you shut up while i'm trying to talk? you're acting like we're old withered and grey and trying to sync our sentences so we say the same shit as we die."
a snort erupts from across the room where the bickering has now stopped and lia and riley have their heads buried in a pillow to stop from laughing.
"just think it over yeah?" stacey says to you as lauren drags a reluctant percy away to talk. "we literally came to this resort so we could get pictures for the two of you, it was a four hour flight. a kiss shouldn't be too bad."
"yeah for you," you grumble as stacey walks out shaking her head.
"believe me i would love to take your place," lia says plopping down in the seat next to you.
"of course you would."
"i could never not do something like that how could you?" she huffs.
"the word 'no' lia, its pretty cool."
"besides your party is the best place to do it. and the theme is going to be amazing. black and white baby!"
"shh walrus clearly y/n is going through something right now!" riley shakes her head.
"excuse me?"
you groan. its going to be a long night.
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next week.
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