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are you doing good ok? *becomes worried* worried about you beautiful. Why did you keep waking up? I slept ok woke up once
I'm good okay. *I smile softly* I just don't sleep well. My mind races and it's hard for me to shut down at night, ya know? I'm glad you slept well though! 🥰
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the sacrifice play — the mechanic and the little guy
alternatively titled: you and i drink the poison from the same vine
robert downey jr and chris evans in captain america: the first avenger (2011), avengers (2012) and avengers: endgame (2019)
marvel parallels 2/?
#❤️💙#marvel parallels#gifs by soliloquent#my colouring#tony my beloved#tony stark#tony stark gif#iron man#robert downey jr#rdj gif#stevie baby#steve rogers#steve rogers gif#chris evans#chris evans gif#captain america#avengers gif#mcu gif#marvel gif#catfa#avengers#avengers endgame#stony#stevetony#stony gif#marvel edit#mcu
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That I do know 😌 wanna get outta here?
Who's cheating on my baby boy? 👀😡
Doesn’t matter now that I’m with you daddy
#stevethewhipped#steddie#my stevie 💙#eds responds#am i kurt?#banisheddie thefr34k munson#steve harrington rp
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He’s Just Not Into You » Steve Rogers/Captain America
Pairings: Steve Rogers x Avenger!Reader with Sharon Carter
Summary: Steve isn’t into Sharon, but he’s in Y/N.
Warnings: Fluff, implied Smut (18+), language, flirting, kissing, pet names (sweetheart)
Written on my phone. I’m sorry for any mistakes and typos.
Header made by @buckys-wintersoldier
GIF IS NOT MINE! Credit goes to the creators.
You walk in the conference room of the Avengers Compound, smiling when you seen Steve. He wasn’t alone. Sharon Carter was also there. She was shamelessly flirting with him like she always does. You leaned against the doorframe and decided to watch for a moment.
“We should hangout sometime.” Sharon says in a flirty tone, rubbing her fingers along his bicep.
“Does this count as hanging out?” Steve asks, raising an eyebrow.
She let out a laugh and grasped his bicep. Steve furrowed his eyebrows in confusion, not understanding what’s funny. You sighed and decided to step in and help him out. You walked over to him and took a seat on his lap, wrapping one of your arms around his shoulders.
“I was wondering where you were, Stevie. Are we still going out for lunch?” You asked, playing with his hair.
“Excuse me!” Sharon practically squeals. “Him and I were in the middle of a conversation!” She says.
You rolled your eyes and shrugged your shoulders, completely ignoring her.
“If we have to reschedule our lunch date, I completely understand.” You say with a playful pout.
“Date?” Sharon asks.
“Date, meaning where two people who like each other go out and have a good time.” You explained.
“I know what it means!” She says.
“You asked.” You say, shrugging your shoulders.
You turned your attention back to Steve, looking into his beautiful blue eyes.
“Are you canceling on me, Stevie?” You asked with a pout.
“No, of course not, sweetheart!” Steve starts. “Let me finish up here and I’ll come find you.” He says.
You smiled and kissed his cheek before getting off of his lap.
“Don’t keep me waiting, Captain.” You say with a flirty wink before walking out of the conference room.
Sharon scoffed and crossed her arms. You waited for Steve in the lounge room. Steve kept his word and didn’t keep you waiting and found you in the lounge room.
“You ready to go?” Steve asks.
“Yes I am.” You smiled. “One more thing before we go.” You say, cupping his cheeks and kissed him hungrily, catching Steve by surprise.
Steve’s hands found their place on your waist and pulled you against his body. Your hands found their way to his hair and gave it a tug, making him groan a little.
“Alright, let’s go.” You say with a grin.
Steve held his hand out for you to take which you happily did.
“Steve!” You two heard Sharon’s voice from behind you guys.
You two turned around to see Sharon walking up to you guys.
“How come you’ll go out with her and not me?” Sharon asks, almost whining.
“It’s simple, Sharon. He’s just not into you.” You tell her.
“I don’t believe you.” She says, crossing her arms.
“It’s true.” Steve speaks up. “I like her.” He says, wrapping his arm around your waist, making you smile.
“I- whatever!” She says with a scoff, turning around and walked away.
You giggled and waved as she walked away. Steve sneakily slid his hand down your side, finding its way to your ass and gave it a squeeze causing you to gasp and look up at him to see a smirk plastered on his face.
“Getting a little too handsy there, aren’t you, Captain?” You say.
Steve turned you to face him, pulling your body against his. He leaned down and kissed you hungrily. You moaned into the kiss.
“I’m hungry for something else.” Steve says in almost a whisper.
“Oh yea?” You say, biting your lower lip.
“How about we take this to my room?” He suggests.
“Lead the way, Captain.” You say seductively, looking into his blue eyes that are now clouded with lust.
💙💙💙💙💙💙💙💙💙💙💙💙💙💙💙💙💙
-Bucky’s Doll
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HIII NESS CONGRATULATIONS ON 1K!! YOU DESERVE IT SO SO MUCH LOVELY!! 🤲🏻🤍
and if I mayy, can I pls have 💕 + 💙 with iwa if that's alright? I have this picture in my head where iwa doesn't really like touching other's hands with his cause they're pretty calloused, but I just know he's the type to kiss his lover's knuckles so he makes an exception and AHHHH soft iwa always gets me
but anyway CONGRATS AGAINNN!! ILYSM AND TY IF U DECIDE TO DO THIS<3
knuckles & callouses. | iwaizumi h.
iwaizumi x f! reader
written in 2nd person
prompts from 1k followers event: 💕 -> childhood friends &💙 -> "i like the way your hand fits in mine"
"yeah i'll do everything / just let you know / all the reasons why / i'm never gonna let you go <3" from never gonna let you go by stevie dinner
word count: 1k words
notes: fluff!! this was cute to write because i have a lot of callouses on my hands from how frequently i climb ladders (catwalk monkey things </3). iwa’s definitely one of those guys who would've fallen victim to that “my hands look like this so her’s can look like this” trend years ago <3 thank you so much for requesting frans!!! i hope you enjoy this and your idea was ADORABLE
ALSO if you like this...you should totally check out @eggyrocks... who has a kuroo smau CALLED calloused hands which i thought about the entire time i was writing this AND THEY ALSO HAVE MANY MANY BANGER IWA FICS
"the conversation between your fingers and someone else's skin... this is the most important discussion you can ever have."
hajime always has a hand on you. whether it’s an arm around your waist or shoulder keeping you close, or a hand on your thigh when you’re sitting down. he likes to always be in contact with you in some way, making sure you’re still there. but despite that, no matter what, he never lets you hold his hand. whenever you reached for it, he always subtly moved it out of the way just in time. he’d casually lift it from his side where you were moving to hold it and play it off by brushing a stray piece of your hair back, giving you an innocent smile as if he doesn’t know exactly what he’s doing.
“haji,” you pout one day, fed up with his avoidant habit. “you can’t constantly remind me to put lotion on my hands to keep them from drying out and then not let me hold your hands because you think they’re rough.”
“what are you gonna do about it?” he smiles, amused by your complaint. as if just to make his point clear, he brings your hand to his lips, placing a light kiss on your knuckles. he’s always taking care of you, telling you he’s happy just loving on you and needs nothing else, but that’s not enough for you.
“this,” you retort, grabbing his hand between both of yours, kissing his own knuckles. he can act snarky towards you, you’ll just act the same way back.
out of habit, he tries to pull his hand out of your grip, but you won’t let him. “y/n–”
“no, haji,” you cut him off, looking him straight in the eyes, “i want to hold your hand. i want to love on you the same way you love on me, the way you have since we were kids. and we used to hold hands all the time back then, when your hands were still soft.”
he averts his eyes, and you see the way his jaw tightens at the mention of your shared childhood, “that’s why i don’t want you to touch them–”
“i’m not done yet,” you hush him, placing a finger to his lips, “i miss hold your hands, hajime. i don’t care if they’re rough or calloused or whatever you want to call them. as much as you and your manly little head like to believe that me touching your hands is the end of the world, it’s not. do you wanna know what i think about your calloused hands?”
he blinks for a second, as if he’s seriously considering if he wants to know. his teasing demeanor has completely given away to a nervous, embarrassed one as he mumbles out a small, “...what?”
“i think they’re beautiful just the way you are,” you say, giving him a smile as you turn his hand over in your own, running your thumbs along the hills of his knuckles before you kiss them again, the way he's kissed yours so many times. “i think they show how hard you’ve worked,” you say, holding up his right hand so that you can both see it. you point out the bump on the left side of his middle finger, “i like this callus. do you remember what you told me? you said you developed it when we wrote letters to each other while you were traveling for your internship. you were complaining so much, saying ‘i’ve never had to write this much in my life! blah blah blah, i have another callus…’ do you know what that meant to me? that you were writing so much to me that you developed a callus? i loved reading your long letters, i was so happy that you wrote so much—that you didn’t leave out any details even if it tired out your hand. as much as you may hate how it looks, i like it. it’s like i’m always with you now.”
you kiss his hand and he presses his lips into a thin line. he’s trying to hold himself back from agreeing with you, but two can play that game. there's a reason you both have stuck around each other since you were kids. “i like the way your fingers are uneven from volleyball. they show how dedicated you were to it, that even when you tore a tendon in one of them, you kept playing because you were so bent on winning. i like the way your hand fits in mine, and the way that i can feel each and every single one of your calluses whenever i hold them. i like the stories behind each one.”
“...you’re a sappy work of art, you know that?” he says after a short pause, because he doesn’t know what else to say.
“oh whatever,” you roll your eyes, intertwining your hand with his. and he lets you. “i can see your cheeks are red. did i get through to you?”
“maybe,” he mumbles, looking away.
“does this mean i get to hold your hands more often?” you tease with a smile, squeezing his hand. he squeezes it back three times, giving you a silent ‘i love you.��
“i guess,” he shrugs, slightly pursing his lips, “but don’t complain if they get sweaty, or rougher in the winter.”
“i wouldn’t dream of it,” you laugh, lowering your intertwined hands so you can step closer, standing on the tips of your toes to press a chaste kiss to his lips. “and now you can’t complain if i won’t let go of your hands. you’ve given me permission to hold them and i have lost time to make up for, mr. macho man with the calloused hands.”
he gives you an exasperated sigh, telling you that you've won. you give him a smug smile as he lifts up your hand to kiss the top of it, “as long as your pretty hands stay the way they are, that’s all that really matters. i’ll keep working hard. and if you truly feel that way about my hands, you can do whatever you want with them. i'm all yours.”
#iwaizumi#iwaizumi hajime#hajime iwaizumi#iwaizumi x reader#iwaizumi x reader fluff#iwaizumi drabble#iwaizumi fluff#haiykuu#haikyuu x reader#haikyuu x reader drabble#haikyuu x reader oneshot#haikyuu drabble#haikyuu oneshot#hq#hq x reader#fluff
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Stevie BB 200 Followers Celebration Writing Challenge!
Howdy lads~ exciting news to share:
I just reached a 200 follower count on Tumblr 🎉🎉🎉
I kinda can't believe it? Writing is indeed good for my soul. Interacting with y'all on here has helped me with my mental and emotional wellness due to just finding such great community on here. Thank you for giving me the space to write and for following along/supporting in my writing journey 💖
With that spiel spoken, I wanted to host a writing challenge in celebration of this milestone! *squealing because i'm so excited to host*
Stevie BB 200 Followers Celebration Writing Challenge Masterlist
*you'll find all writing submissions and writing requests (answered) at the link above*
You could participate by sending in either:
✨ writing request via my Asks (💙)
and/or
✨ writing submissions (💥).
General Rules:
the challenge will start October 1st until the end of November (flexible on late entries for submissions only💥; let's say till mid-December or so).
I'll read/write for Chris Evans characters, Henry Cavill Characters, and Charlie Hunnam characters [and Bucky Barnes specifically lol] (these are my preferences but if there are other characters that you'd like to bring in, just ask me)!
for writing requests 💙, i will only be accepting requests (2 max/person; pls do not send more than 2 asks!) until the end of November.
for writing submissions 💥, go wild! submit as many as you like!
you can do both (send in a writing request 💙 AND send in a writing submission(s)💥) if you want to; rules still apply for the requests though.
use at least one prompt within your request 💙/submissions💥 from the lists below (but def. go crazy if you wanna use more than one! you don't have to claim any prompts).
works can be inclusive! poc, gender neutral, neurodivergencies, mid size/plus size/curvy readers are encouraged!
No word limits but please use a 'read more' after 200 words
Works can be part of an existing series but must be able to stand on their own
tag me @steviebbboi and use the tags #bbboi200celebration and #steviebbboiwritingchallenge in your entry so i can read/reblog your work! (If I somehow lose sight of your submission, please remind me and I'll take a look at it right away ☺️)
Most important one: Have fun!
How To Play:
✨ You must be 18+ to participate in this challenge!
✨ Choose one (or multiple 😏) BB's:
Chris Evans Characters
Steve Rogers/Captain America
Ransom Drysdale
Ari Levinson
Frank Adler
Curtis Everett
Andy Barber
Hayden/Harvard Hottie
Nick Gant
Jake Jensen
Johnny Storm
Lloyd Hansen
Henry Cavill Characters
Clark Kent
Napoleon Solo
Geralt of Rivia
August Walker
Charlie Hunnam Characters
Jax Teller
Raymond Smith *extra brownie pts if you write about him omg*
King Arthur
Sebastian Stan
Bucky Barnes [he's all by himself im so sorry lmfao 🥹]
✨ Choose one (or more) of the following prompts:
*if you don't want to write smut, you don't have to choose anything from the kinks prompt! feel free to only use the following two prompts :)
soft dom!BB
clothes/naked ratio
size kink
slow and deep 👀
breeding kink (non-pregnancy version)
somnophilia
free use
cockwarming
belly bulge
Squirting
consensual non-con
consensual dub-con
cumeating
creampie
anal/or dp
possessive/or protective manhandling!BB
oral sex
orgasm delay
dumbification
daddy/princess kink
overstimulation
sex pollen
prone bone
cockdrunk
threesome (BB/Reader/BB)
ass/pussy spanking
mild degradation
body worshipping
quickie/don't get caught (public sex, threats of exhibitionism, etc.) 😏
Grouchybb! who is only soft with you
Married and loyal!spouse
A/B/O
lumberjack!bb who is a teddy bear on the inside tho
mob AU
biker AU
soulmate AU
mutual pining/idiots in love
childhood besties to lovers
reformed playboy
professor AU
supernatural/mythical (gods, sirens, werewolves, witches, vampires, ghosts, oh my!)
frenemies to lovers
fwb to lovers
locked in AU/forced proximity
medieval AU
fake dating/relationship
sharing one bed
polar opposites attract
break up and make up
spy AU
meet cute
cowboy AU
gentle recluse!BB
brothers best friend!BB
"Are you fucking kidding me?"
"Yes, take it, slut"
"It's not that big of a deal."
"God, why do you always do this"
"You're impossible."
"Then I guess we gotta be quiet, huh?"
"We're trapped."
"Shh, you wouldn't want anyone to hear, or do you?"
"You're taking me so well, baby"
"Good girl" *for fem readers; adjust accordingly!*
"Tsk, uh-uh, c'mere, honey"
"You always feel so good around me, baby"
"What do you think you're doing?"
"Here, let me help you."
"Yeah, are you a cockhungry slut, now?"
"I hardly think that that's necessary."
"Don't be a brat, baby."
"Aw, does it feel good right there?"
"I'm sorry!"
"What do you want from me?!"
"I didn't mean to!"
"What do you think you're doing here?"
"Nope. Again."
"Don't worry, I got you."
"Just stay still, there you go."
"Just one more, I promise."
"C'mon, don't you wanna be good?"
"Stay over there!"
"You better hurry up, baby."
"Thaaaat's it, you're doing so well, honey."
"Uhm, I'm not sure that's going to work."
"Please, I'll beg, please!"
"Be honest."
"Be careful there, darlin'."
"Are you okay?"
"Are you sure you wanna go there?"
Scenarios? Any! Go. Wild.
✨ I love reading/writing angst w/HEA, soft dark (nothing too dark though), fluff and SMUT (as you can see w/the many many kinks).
no incest (stepcest is ok if tasteful lol), no infidelity, no watersports, no murder, no gore. if you're unsure if a trope is appropriate, ask me!
if im ever uncomfy with writing something, i will lyk and we can talk more about it to see if we could work with it!
feel free to ask any questions!
i think i got everything!
Have the best time, laddies~ thanks for celebrating with me!
All are welcome to join in the fun! ❣️
Tagging a few mutuals who may be interested but no pressure bbs:
@bigtreefest @mercurial-chuckles @stargazingfangirl18 @yenzys-lucky-charm
@sweater-daddiesdumbdork @buckets-and-trees @hotdamnhunnam @laurfilijames
@autumnrose40 @eloquentlytired @misscherry-26 @stellar-solar-flare
@darsynia @navybrat817
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Hey bestie, Happy Fourth of July! ❤️🤍💙🦅
Aka, happy birthday Steven Grant Rogers. 🪖💪
Usually, my go to reads consist of Bucky, but today I am feeling patriotic. So my ask includes reader giving steve a sloppy toppy 😏 💦 under the fireworks after an eventful birthday
But not just any blowjob, this is the first one that steve has gotten in 70+ yrs because he’s a grandpa that didn’t venture out into the modern world until he met reader. So now, he really understands why Bucky enjoyed his time with the ladies back in the 40’s 🇺🇸
And this blowjob in particular has him gripping whatever he can in his fists, has him moaning like a little boy, his mouth drooling, his eyes rolling, his soul leaving his body. 🙉 and reader is just talking him through it like the good girl she is 😊
Anyways, thank you for listening to my slutty asks. I hope you have a good day/evening where you are!! 🌸❤️
Bestie!!!🫶🎀🦋
Happy birthday to both Steve Rogers and the US of A🎉🎉✨️✨️✨️🦅🦅🦅🦅🦅
I'm definitely in my Bucky corner nowadays too, but there's no hardship revisiting dear Stevie boy, so in the name of patriotism, here's a little somethin somethin😉😌
Absolutely LOVE the prompt (and your slutty asks are always a fav)!!! Things got a little out of hand, so Steve ended up reeeallyyy subby in this, but I kinda like it, don't you?
Enjoy, sweetie, have a good day/night wherever you are🫶🫶🦋
In the name of patriotism / One-shot
Pairing: Inexperienced!Sub!Steve Rogers x Experienced!Soft!Domme!reader
Word count: 2,5k
Warnings: SMUUUUTT, oral (m receiving), soft domme reader, semi-public sex (oral behind the trees while there’s a party in the garden, ball-sucking, deepthroating, messy head, cum swallowing woop woop, dirty talk. Steve is very subby in this.
Summary: See delicious prompt above
“A-are you sure you’re okay w-with missing the f-f-fire-w-works?” he asks again, breath significantly more labored than just a minute ago - when you’d pinned him to the tree and gotten on your bare knees in the grass.
As you look up at his face, an explosion of glittering gold and red fireworks fills the sky above him, illuminating his strong nose, high cheekbones and blond hair tousled by his own hands raking through it. You consider his words, feeling his bulge throb under your hands - where you have them paused at his zipper. The belt you just undid hangs limp on each side of your hands, signaling how fucking close you are to the one thing you’ve been thinking about for the last hour.
Another glittering explosion in the sky, this one gold and silver, and his chest is heaving.
“View’s pretty great from here,” you say, preening as you see his furrowed expression break up in helpless laughter. He shaks his head a little, but his cock throbs again, betraying how he really feels about that comment.
It was by pure chance you walked by as Steve said it. You’d been on your way back from the bathroom when you’d halted outside the living room in Sam’s house and heard the boy’s talk through the crack in the door.
“Wait, nothing?” Sam asked incredulously.
Steve’s voice came a moment later, sounding sheepish and maybe a bit abashed.
“No. Not since the war. Sure, a kiss here and there, but you know me. I don’t get out much,” Steve’d said apologetically, and the resigned way he said it had set something off inside you.
If there were three thing Steve Rogers was not to feel, it was inadequate, undeserving and unsatisfied. It was the whole reason you’d planned this combined birthday and 4th of July-celebration, goddamn it. For Steve to feel celebrated and loved, surrounded by loved ones, doing things he enjoyed. It had been an absolute banger of an evening, and you just got the idea of how to make the night even better for him. Okay, so maybe it wasn’t completely selfless. You did have a big ol’ crush on the man. Who didn’t? And if he hadn’t had a single sexual encounter in 70+ years, you were the perfet candidate to change that.
So here you are, knees soaking in the dirt, hands dragging the zipper of his faded, blue jeans all the way down, your own breath growing choppy as you stare at the gray boxers hiding the thing you want most. There is already a wet patch in the fabric, right where the tip of his cock is outlined. Your mouth fucking salivates at the sight.
He shifts where he stands, hands clenching and unclenching at his sides, and you bask in how impatient he is, how much you can sense he wants it, even if he’s giving you every chance of an out. Polite, chivalrous man - how can he not see you’re dying to gag on his cock behind a tree in Sam’s garden - while the rest of the party’s conveniently occupied watching the fireworks?
“I just - um - you just have to know I-I-I’m not pressuring you or -” he starts, stuttering so adorably, and his words dies on a gasp of breath as you reach up and lay your hand atop his boxer-clad cock, feeling it jump at the contact. He is so sensitive.
“Don’t you want it?” you ask. It’ll be agony having to tear yourself away at this point, but you’ll do it if he says no of course. You can tell he won’t though.
“No! I mean yes! I do, I fucking do - God, so much - just-”
“Then be quiet,” you say softly. It’s honestly astounding seeing him so flustered, stumbling over his words like his mind is already going under. Big, strong man, Captain America himself, putty in your hands, fumbling and blushing, and his cock isn’t even out yet. It’s making you fucking soak your panties.
His head thumps back against the tree and he exhales like he’s relieved. Relieved it’s actually happening despite him doing his part and checking your consent. Like you weren’t the one dragging him into the bushes and telling him to stay still, winking at him while you kneeled before him.
A small sound escapes him as you pull his boxers down, letting his cock spring free before tucking the band of his boxers all the way under his balls - so you have proper access to him. You’ll accept no less, even given you have little space and even less time to do this before someone’s gonna come looking for you - it’s Steve’s party after all - and you’re the host.
He’s fucking huge, intimidatingly so, even for you. He’s pale, bright pink on the tip, hair neatly trimmed by the base. He’s long and thick, prominent veins on the underside leading up to a pronounced head with a tight frenulum you can’t wait to tease with the tip of your tongue. You hold him gently by the base as you examine him, and a clear drop of precome trickle out the slit at the tip and down his shaft as you watch. It’s unreal how gorgeous he is.
“Perfect,” you mutter, mostly to yourself, and meet his eyes as his head whips down to see you. A groan seems to tear itself from him as he lays eyes on you gazing at his cock from eye level. He ducks his head a little, almost like he’s trying to hide from the praise, and you see in the flashing light of the next firework that there’s a tell-tale blush high on his cheekbones.
Oh, he liked that.
You take him into your mouth as you hold his gaze, making him pay attention to every inch of himself disappearing slowly in between your lips. His mouth falls open as you work him deeper, tongue working to coat him in spit, cheeks hollowing in to add suction everytime you pull him out. You command he watches it all, and lets you see exactly what it does to him.
His brows crunch together and rise on his forehead, his mouth gasping wider open, his face contorts almost to a grimace and you eagerly eat it all up as you work your mouth over him again and again. You gasp off him, and he gasps with you, sounding almost pained as you tease him with your tongue, running it from root to tip and back.
He throws his head back only to whip it down seconds later, unable to keep his eyes away from it, body shuddering each time you swipe the tip of your tongue from his frenulum to his tip, swiping at the spittle of precome that it coaxes out each time.
You’re going pretty slow for someone who has such little time as you do, but you can tell it does it for him. He’s sensitive beyond all reason, and you know just a little more of this and some naughty words will get him right off that edge.
“You like it?” you ask, moving your mouth down to take his balls into your mouth.
He chokes on a groan as you latch on to one testicle, rolling it into your mouth and releasing it with a suctioning pop. His hands fists at his side before unclenching and reaching behind him, grabbing at the tree like it can save him.
“Yes,” he gasps, desperately.
You take his spit covered cock in your hand and jerk him off, fast and hard right off the bat, watching with preening satisfaction as his eyes clamp shut and his jaw drops, hips shifting restlessly, itching to thrust into your hand like he just can’t help but chase the pleasure.
“Good. I want you to come for me. Don’t hold back when you reach that edge, give it all to me,” you say, voice deliciously raspy from taking him so deep, and he’s already nodding before you’re halfway through the sentence, putty in your hands.
The fireworks above are going off full force now, painting the Captain in flashing colours of gold, red, silver, blue, green and purple, illuminating him like a fucking work of art as he gasps and groans, bites his lips red, saliva coating them and running out the side of his mouth to trickle down to his jaw. He’s such an open book, honest, body shameless in its pleasure even as he blushes bright red as he meets your eyes, seeing you staring unabashedly as you keep jerking him, suckling the other testicle.
You take him back into your mouth, pressing him all the way back and into your throat. He sounds almost alarmed as you take him down your throat again and again, pushing your limits to give him that ultimate pleasure, working what you can’t get into your mouth with a spit covered hand.
To his credit, he stays almost perfectly still like you told him to, only moving his hips whatever inches he can’t seem to control - and also trembling more and more as he nears his peak, moaning almost continually.
“Fuck,” he swears at one point, and his hand flies out to tangle in your hair, holding on with a grip that alludes to unmatched violence but keeps to a desperate cling instead, a simple gesture to keep himself grounded. You groan around his cock, encouraging and maybe a bit patronizing, even as you gag around him before pulling off with a gasp.
“Come on, baby, I’m right here. I want it all,” you say in between suckling and messily kissing the tip of his cock, jerking him for real now, hauling him to the edge.
He whimpers at your words, and you relish the vulnerability of it, how he gives himself to you so entirely.
“I want your come, sweet thing, I can feel you want to give it to me,” you say, earning another desperate whimper.
“Be good and come for me. That’s it, I’m right here, give it to me,” you babble, and his hips are thrusting into your wet fist now, mindlessly chasing that edge as his eyes lock with yours, pupils blown wide, mind empty but for your words and his need to come. It’s an absolutely gorgeous fucking sight and you don’t want to go a single day without it from now on.
You take him back down your throat and he comes fast. How can he not, it’s his first blowie in 70+ years, maybe ever - you haven’t asked him yet. Also, you’d be insulted if he didn’t come fast, given how much work you’re putting in, taking him all the way into your throat and drenching both his cock, balls and your own chin in your saliva.
You feel the way his muscles tense up long before it happens, like his whole body is going to combust on the spot, and then this tiniest, most vulnerable sound leaves him, like a choked whimper mixed with an almost woeful sigh. And then his cock is pulsing deliciously in your mouth, throbbing as he explodes, and you hum low and long in encouragement as he gives you everything he’s got, shaking and trembling through it all. Bark splinters off the tree he’s pinned against as his fists clench through it, and his cum is thick and salty and perfect on your tongue, coming out in such intense, forceful spurts you nearly choke on it.
The fireworks are dwindling a bit in the sky, but you can still enjoy the sight of Steve going limp, head thumping back against the tree as he puts a hand through his hair, the other coming forth to cradle your jaw as you keep his throbbing cock in your mouth long after you’ve swallowed all the cum.
You gently release him, coo at him when he hisses from the sensitivity, and tuck him gently back into his pants, doing up the fly and belt before kissing his bulge lovingly, hoping for a swift reunion.
Ever the gentleman, he helps you with gentle hands as you get up on your feet and before you can really think on what comes next, he’s kissing you. He cradles you close with one arm around your shoulder while the other cups your jaw and his embrace is warm and tender and needy and perfect. You put your arms around his torso, holding him tight and kissing him back, letting his tongue snake into your mouth, loving that he isn’t averse to his own taste.
You kiss long and sweetly, unrushed, and you think maybe this should’ve come before the blowjob but Steve doesn’t seem too unhappy about the turn of events, turning you around to pin you against the tree as he plasters himself against you. Are you tripping, or is he hard again?
The chatter of the party comes back to life, and you break the kiss to murmur against Steve’s lips.
“We should get back to the rest before they get suspicious.”
“Why?” Steve asks casually, and it’s your time to blush from the blatant lack of care he has for the possibility of people finding you like this. You giggle and slap his chest playfully.
“Because, it’s your party and I’m the host,” you say, but it’s a nonsense reason. You could just stay like this until everyone’s left and it’d be okay with you. Maybe you could suck him some more.
“Would you like to stay after? I’d like…um…” he seems to struggle to put to words what he wants, kissing you hard before just saying “more”.
You giggle again and he smiles against your lips.
“You’re so good with your words, Captain” you tease.
He groans and his arms pull at your hips to grind his bulge into your stomach.
“Nothin' like you. Fuck, that fucking mouth of yours drove me crazy,” he groans, never pulling back more than just enough to get his words out between your mingling breaths. “I’d like to return the favor.”
And a thrill goes up your spine and shivers down it at the promise in his voice, the breathless desire that manifests there, and you nod eagerly just as Sam’s voice cuts through the chatter out in the yard, calling for both you and Steve.
#steve rogers x reader#steve rogers fanfiction#steve rogers fanfic#steve rogers x y/n#steve rogers smut#4th of july#sub!steve rogers x domme!reader#sub!steve rogers#sub!steve rogers x soft!domme!reader#im not from the us btw#but i could celebrate the 4th of july if it meant sucking off steve rogers next to a tree
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Happy birthday, Janis Joplin! 💙 (January 19, 1943 – October 4, 1970)
Quotes by artists influenced by Janis' legacy below:
"Janis put herself out there completely, and her voice was not only strong and soulful, it was painfully and beautifully real. She sang in the great tradition of the rhythm & blues singers that were her heroes, but she brought her own dangerous, sexy rock & roll edge to every single song. She really gave you a piece of her heart. And that inspired me to find my own voice and my own style." - Stevie Nicks "I think she allowed women to have their pain. Her thing was so borne from her pain. Her amazing talent was because of the pain she had...I think she was so misunderstood, and she was so intelligent, emotionally intelligent, and what came out of her was almost beyond what her physical body could even do as a singer, and what she was putting across." - Nancy Wilson (of Heart) on Janis "That’s really how I learned [to sing], and I was already listening to the greats like Janis Joplin, who I loved to death, and who was one of the greatest rock singers ever..." - Rob Halford (of Judas Priest) "I never knew Janis, I never saw her or heard her voice live, I never witnessed the fireball of fury that she unleashed onstage, but I think I understand. When a soul can look on the world, and see and feel the pain and loneliness, and can reach deep down inside, and find a voice to sing of it, a soul can heal. And hers did." - Melissa Etheridge "I saw Janis Joplin when I was 15. I heard her sing, and I couldn’t believe she was smoking on stage, she was drinking Southern Comfort, and she sang like no other. She could sing a song entitled, 'Take A Little Piece of My Heart' and deliver it so beautifully, amazingly." - Steven Tyler (of Aerosmith) "She was such a huge influence on me. Because she was so different to any other female vocalist of the time. I was used to Cilla Black, Dusty Springfield and those sort of singers, who were great, but Joplin was unique. She was not a pop star, but really belted out those songs. There was so much emotion in something like 'Move Over.'" - Enid Williams (of Girlschool) "You listen to a Janis Joplin record and she just puts — she wears everything on her sleeve, whether she's completely drugged up, it's on her sleeve. If she's totally just passionately screaming at the top of her lungs, it's on her sleeve. You feel like whatever she's talking about and whatever she's singing about, she sang it with no cares, no second thoughts, no looking back. She didn't say, 'You know what, let's take that take again.' She sang it and she sang it with every bone in her body, and that was that." - Alicia Keys
#HAPPY BIRTHDAY QUEEN#Janis Joplin#gifs#my gifs#classic rock#blues rock#psychedelic rock#1960s#1970s#Big Brother and the Holding Company#Kozmic Blues Band#Full-Tilt Boogie Band#Stevie Nicks#Nancy Wilson#Rob Halford#Melissa Etheridge#Steven Tyler#Enid Williams#Alicia Keys#quotes#I love you so much Janis. I am grateful for & inspired by your legacy - your talent; skill; PASSION; consideration; & sincerity - every day
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Good morning beautiful! How are you? How did you sleep?
Stevie!! 🥺❤️ Hi! I'm doing okay. How are you?? I slept alright. I only woke up a few times. Did you sleep okay?
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Thanks for tagging me @hushed-chorus 💙
I haven't had much time to write this week, but I've made some progress on the second chapter of Space Oddity (Penny's POV):
I told him he could put the baby down, but he’s refused to. “So, you and Baz…” I venture. He said he was going to move some of his stuff to Baz’s flat, but he didn’t explain why. I thought it was part of the Mage’s plan, or that it was a way to be safer. That maybe he was trying to create a truce or bring peace with the Old Families. I knew that he missed Baz like a lost limb, because he was constantly talking about him, sighing like a lost puppy with his gaze lost every time I told him he was well over his daily Baz-related talk allowance. I really didn’t get it. I saw the way Baz kissed him before he left—the longing and the love spilling from him. From both of them. It all clicked into place, like the pieces of an odd puzzle without a box. “I’m going to move in with him,” Simon says softly. He looks happy. I want him to be happy. “Yes?” I ask. He nods and looks at the baby. Baz has been gone for a couple of hours, so it’s probably a matter of minutes before she wakes up and screams the house down. I cherish this moment of peace and tilt my head as I look at the very unusual picture my best friend paints with his baby in his arms. The baby he had with his former nemesis. Stevie Nicks and Gracie Slick…
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Link Click Musical update 141 🥳🧡💙
(it's Shu Rongbo AND Wu Yihan's birthday! Have trivia abt them)
Check Encore Musicals weibo for the birthday clip 🥳🌟
Since you were curious about Shu Rongbo & I already had Wu Yihan trivia on hand, I thought their birthday would be a perfect time to share it all 💙🧡
Big thanks to my sweet @chocolatexiaoshi who researched Shu Rongbo on my request 💗
(side note: srb is a young, rising actor, so sorry that the amount of information I have here isn't proportional :< )
Shu Rongbo (23 yo)
Born in 2001, March 10th, in Leshan in Sichuan Province
Graduated from Shanghai Institute of Visual Arts in 2018
audience members compliment his beautiful voice and acting skills that noticeably improved over the course of LC Musical
since he's from Sichuan, where the earthquake actually happened his CXS is praised for wanting to 'fullfil regrets very conscientiously'; meaning his performance during the earthquake plotline feels authentic for the audience
he used to play Stevie in Mio Fratello musical (the mafia one where WYH plays Sonny Boy & lady Florence), turns out the picture below is from his last performance of that character (not a uni graduation like I thought first ^^')
Intermission: This glorious pictures are from srb's weibo. It was a photoshoot for 'Love' /#音乐剧致爱# musical. They (and Bai Zhuoming too btw) play the same character.
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Wu Yihan (27 yo)
his mbti type is INFP
Wang Haonan, friend from Mio Fratello cast, did a Q&A with him. Through an abysmal method of screenshotting chinese subtitles and image translating I've learned that: he isn't fond of doing 'stage door (sd)' interviews and usually prefers to go home immediately after the performance (I'm not 100% confident what he said, I'll link the video so you can try fact check it)
he has a cat named Yǎo咬 (which I think means 'Bite'); wyh's friend was catsitting him once and posted those pictures, saying the cat sleeps just like his owner.
to which WYH replied with this:
+ other actor friends commented these:
(idk I just loved this exchange)
he smokes (don't smoke kids, it'll never be as aesthetic as WYH anyway)
Okay, so atp there aren't many posts from their March 10th night performance, bc it ended not too long ago and now it's a late night in China >< I'll make another post about it when I gather enough materials o7
#link click#link click musical#shiguang dailiren#lu guang#cheng xiaoshi#wu yihan#shu rongbo#source: weibo#happy birthday to the guys ever
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Sim Download: Stevie Hudson
Free for personal use! DO NOT claim or reupload my sim as yours.
Any questions or problems at all, please contact me! 💙
His SPEED CAS if you're interested 💙
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Direct Download: SFS
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SSS: Stucky + "can one of you pretend to be my boyfriend?" "Why only one when you can have 2?"
Enjoy 😏💙
call your boyfriends | b.b. & s.r.
a/n: i have no excuse for this except i'm on my period ajdshgjkdsh
"Is he still looking?"
You shuddered as Bucky nudged his nose against your cheek, the action pressing you even closer into Steve; you could feel his rumbling chuckle go through you, making your knees shake ever so slightly. "I’m not sure," you whispered; it was hard to keep your thoughts focused on anything, really.
"Concentrate, sweetheart," Steve said, his lips way too close to your ear, "otherwise how’re we gonna know if that piece of shit gets the message?"
"Language, Stevie," Bucky grinned against your skin, for all appearances pressing a kiss to your neck even though there was still a hair’s breadth of space between you.
You forced your eyes to return to the spot where you’d seen your ex a few minutes or eternities before, finding it empty; then, Steve’s hand tightened a little around your waist, and your attention bid you adieu again.
"Maybe keep doing that," you murmured when Bucky’s metal fingers lightly traced up your arm, leaving a trail of goosebumps behind; neither of them objected.
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Stevie BB 200 Followers Celebration Writing Challenge Masterlist
Masterlist for my 200 followers Writing Challenge
smut = 🌶️, 🥹 = fluff; 🩹 = angst
Writing Submissions 💥
Bucky Barnes
🌶️🥹 Easy Ride (Biker!Bucky x F!Reader) written by the lovely @jobean12-blog
🌶️ Camaraderie (raunchy!Bucky x curvy!female reader) written by the lovely @buckets-and-trees
Steve Rogers
🩹🥹 Traitor (Ex-)Boyfriend!Steve Rogers x Singer!Fem!Reader) written by the lovely @buck-star
🌶️ 🥹 Thirst for Life (As It Is) (Steve Rogers x reader) written by the lovely @anika-ann
Lloyd Hansen
🌶️🩹-ish Demon's Devotion (IncubusDemon!Lloyd x F!Hunter!Reader) written by me :)
Ari Levinson
🌶️ What do you Desire (Ari Levinson x F!Reader) written by the lovely @saiyanprincessswanie
🌶️ Ionian Sun (siren!Ari Levinson x f!reader) written by the lovely @gremlin-girly
Jake Jensen
🌶️ 🥹 Can't Fight The Moonlight (Werewolf! Jake Jensen x Reader) written by the lovely @bigtreefest
+1 BB's
🩹🥹🌶️ Grumpy Love (Grumpy/Soft Alpha Steve Rogers/Grumpy/Soft Ari Levinson(Rogers)/Omega Female Reader (Past Stucky)) written by the lovely @autumnrose40 🩹🥹A Love Least Expected (BestFriend!Bucky Barnes x BestFriend!Fem!Reader, past Boyfriend!Bucky Barnes x Boyfriend!Steve Rogers) written by the lovely @buck-star (formerly @buckys-wintersoldier)
Writing Requests (Answered) 💙
The Witcher's Conquest (Geralt of Rivia x F!Sorceress!Reader) written by me :)
One Step Forward (FakeProfessor!Napoleon Solo x Student!F!Reader written by me :)
#steviebb 200 masterlist#masterlist#fic reccomendations#bucky barnes fanfiction#writers challenge#writer recs#steviebbboiwritingchallenge#bbboi200celebration#geralt of rivia fanfiction#napoleon solo fanfiction
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I hope I'm doing this right!
For the ⚡️lightning round⚡️
They're not yet dating *gasp*. But they're already so gone for each other and, idk, tracing their fingers over the other's body and face while being impossibly close... and just being devastatingly in love without really realising it. Bonus points if they're observed by their friends who are amazed about the whole thing. I really hope I did it right lol.
Annnnnnnd. hooooly shit!!!
2,5k followers?!
That's amazing!!! You deserve each one of them. The people need to know how talented you are! You're incredible ✨️🤩💙💚
FIRST OF ALL THANK YOU SO MUCH!!!! I actually cannot believe I'm only a few away. It's blowing my mind. And I am sooooo lucky to have so many amazing people like you who are always around for all the fun (and sometimes not as fun) things! 💖
I'm gonna put this under the cut just because it's mature-ish.
Steve still didn't enjoy getting into his pool, but he loved having everyone over to swim. But he was never alone.
Eddie didn't really enjoy swimming at all, so he sat with Steve.
At first, they just sat in chairs next to each other, found stuff to talk about.
Then they started sitting in the same chair, laughing at the kids getting into stupid fights and taking turns getting them snacks and drinks.
Now, Steve was in his lap, head on his shoulder, as they both watched everyone else enjoy their time in the pool.
Eddie's arms were wrapped around him, his finger tracing patterns on Steve's arm.
Steve's hand rested on Eddie's chest, feeling his heartbeat, reminding himself that Eddie was here.
At some point over the last six months, his nightmares evolved from watching his own failures, to watching Eddie die. Over and over and over again.
But feeling his heartbeat under his hand, feeling his fingers on his arm, tracing words he couldn't quite place, that helped.
Eddie was humming something, the soft vibrations against Steve's ear making him close his eyes and smile to himself.
"Doin' alright, sweetheart?" Eddie whispered to him after another minute.
"Mhm. You?"
"I'm great."
"Hey! Are you two lovebirds gonna get the drinks or do we need to dry off and get them ourselves?" Robin's voice yelled from the pool.
Steve stiffened in Eddie's arms.
Lovebirds.
Eddie's grip tightened, his breath warm against Steve's forehead as he whispered to him.
"You wanna come with me to get their drinks, love?"
Steve turned his face into Eddie's neck, let his lips just barely brush against his skin as he whispered back.
"Yeah. Don't wanna be away from you."
It was too honest, maybe a bit too much for them.
Eddie's lips were on the top of his head, pressing a kiss there.
"Don't have to be, Stevie. C'mon."
If Steve thought about it, he knew how close they were was different, knew that nothing they did was something he'd done with other friends, not even Robin.
But it didn't have to be something to explain, not for them.
They could stay close, they could touch and whisper to each other, and let fingers map scarred and broken skin. They could let lips linger too close, too long on foreheads and necks, on shoulders and chests. They could feel safe with each other, they could feel loved, without having to set an expectation.
Someday, maybe they would. Someday, they would probably recognize this as what it so clearly was to everyone else. Someday, they would say "I love you" with words instead of touches.
But for now, for today, they loved silently, but happily.
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7! for Stucky, please! :D 💙
7- stucky; a kiss to shut them up
“Did you know that the scientific name for mandarin oranges is Citrus Reticulata?”
Steve couldn’t help but laugh, overwhelmed with emotion and affection for the boy curled up next to him. This was the first Christmas morning since he lost his Ma, which was harder on him than he could ever put into words. But he’d woken up to the front door closing softly, and Bucky trying to be sneaky as he tiptoed in with a whole sack of oranges.
After a month of lamenting over how expensive they were, and gentle teasing about how they were going to get scurvy like pirates, Bucky had brought him oranges for Christmas.
Bucky had then climbed back into bed next to him, warming him better than fancy electric heat ever could, and started rambling off every relevant piece of trivia he knew.
“Are we gonna keep talking about the oranges, or are we gonna eat them?” Steve asked, voice muffled where he had his face resting against the top of Bucky’s hair. The smell of his hair product lingered despite the morning bedhead. It was a smell that Steve had come to associate with Bucky, despite the thousands of other men who probably smelled the same.
“I was trying to build the anticipation,” There was a coy smile in Bucky’s voice.
Steve sat up properly so that he could see the beautiful smile, and so he could retrieve an orange from the bag set at the foot of the bed and get to peeling.
Bucky looked like a damn angel with his white undershirt against sunshine-golden skin, dark hairs loose against his forehead. Steve found himself watching his lips as he spoke, not really processing what he was saying as he floated off into a hazy daydream, one where he could kiss sweet orange juice off of those soft pink lips.
“-from China, all the way on the other side of the world. I swear it’s true, I read it in a book. Are you listening, Stevie? Are you alright?”
Steve blinked and coughed a few times, out of habit more than any current ailment.
“Yeah, I’m alright.”
Steve’s bony fingers worked deftly across the orange peel in an attempt to remove it all in one piece, taking extra care over the parts that tried to stick, even though it made his joints ache.
Bucky was talking still, off the subject of oranges entirely, going on about some fantasy story that he had read recently. Steve’s tongue darted out from between his lips, wetting them, then licking the tart and sticky substance off of his own fingers.
Bucky wrinkled his nose.
“Gross.”
“You’re gross,” Steve quipped back, pulling off a section of the orange and offering it to Bucky.
Bucky leaned forward to take it out of Steve’s hand with his teeth, eyes glinting in a way that knocked the wind out of Steve. His lips ghosted across Steve’s thumb and holy hell, they were softer than they looked.
Desire festered deep in Steve’s stomach, sending goosebumps across his arms. He quickly put another slice into Bucky’s mouth, recoiling his fingers quickly as if scared of Bucky’s lips.
“And in Chinese culture oranges represent good luck, and prosperity,” Bucky continued even around a mouthful of fruit. “Do you feel lucky yet?”
“I dunno,” Steve took a piece for himself, relishing in the burst of sweet citrus across his tongue. A stray droplet of juice ran down his chin.
Before he could move to wipe it away, Bucky’s hand was on his face. The work-calloused fingers were gentle against his pale skin.
Steve thought his heart might stop beating. He was going to go into cardiac arrest right then and there, and then Christmas would be ruined.
“Thanks, Buck.”
“Your face is red, are you alright? Do you have a fever?”
Steve nearly choked. “I think I’m okay…my circulation. Or something. Probably.”
“Oh. Here,” Bucky pulled the blanket off of his own lap and draped it across Steve’s shoulders, already starting on another tangent. “Dad has to work today, but Mom wants to bring the girls over later, she’s bringing dinner. It’s been a while since you’ve seen them, huh? Alice is so big now, nearly as tall as you-“
“Buck,”
He just laughed, putting his hands up. “Okay, I won’t give you any crap about your size. But-“
“Buck,” Steve sighed, growing frustrated that he couldn’t get a word in. His annoyance and the way that Bucky’s plush lips formed a pretty, kissable pout had his stomach turning over.
“Stevie,” Bucky mimicked his breathless tone, nudging his knee affectionately. “I-“
“Shut up,” Steve groaned, and it felt like something finally broke within him. It was sort of like when he snapped and threw the first punch, except so much sweeter.
Before he could process what he was doing he was moving, placing both hands on Bucky’s bare shoulders and pulling him in. And then they were kissing fervently, and Bucky was making this delicious groaning sound in the back of his throat, lips parting to allow Steve’s tongue inside.
Steve knew that Bucky was a good kisser, had seen girls go weak in the knees from his kisses. He knew what he was doing, but he let Steve take the lead anyway. And if the noise that he was making was any indication, he didn’t mind sitting back and let Steve kiss him stupid. m
Steve sucked sticky orange juice off of Bucky’s bottom lip, and then sucked on it some more, only pulling away when it was visibly kiss-swollen and Bucky was breathing hard.
Steve sat back, putting some space between them, and slowly withdrew his hands, folding them in his lap. They shook with the adrenaline of it all.
“I…I’m gonna be insufferable if you’re gonna do that every time I piss you off,” Bucky managed finally, meeting Steve’s gaze with wide eyes. “Or was that your way of thanking me for the oranges?”
Steve felt so much lighter, knowing he could kiss Bucky, like he’d been carrying tension and he didn’t even realize it.
“Both, I guess. And merry Christmas,” Steve gave him a wide grin and leaned in once again to plant a peck on his flushed cheek.
#finallyyyy it takes me so long to do anything#i know that this is objectively bad but any writing helps improve ur writing or whatever they say#ask game#stucky#stucky fanfic#steve rogers#pre serum steve#pre serum stucky#pre war stucky#bucky barnes#tw food mention
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