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rippersz · 8 months

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𝙲𝚊𝚝!𝙻𝚊𝚛𝚒𝚜𝚜𝚊 𝚆𝚎𝚎𝚖𝚜 𝙷𝚎𝚊𝚍𝚌𝚊𝚗𝚘𝚗𝚜:

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These are my opinions! If you don’t agree, then add your own headcanons! The idea is taken from the mind of @masscared-star and their thoughts on feline Larissa Weems.

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Kitty Cat Larissa Weems is a white Turkish Angora feline. One of the fluffy ones with the thicker neck fur and ear tufts. Her tail widens toward the end and is very soft of course. Every part of her is soft.

Her teeth are very sharp. They’re still in human alignment, but the incisors and canines are obviously more cat-like. The premolars and molars, toward the back of her jaw, have more sharp edges. So she doesn’t hurt herself, her tongue rests in her mouth differently and has a very weird texture. It’s in between human, soft, and the feline, rougher and tougher.

Her pupils CAN turn into slits. Her ears CAN twitch and swivel and flatten. Her tail CAN swish swish swish. She also has a habit of stalking without realizing - walking with swinging hips and one foot in front of the other like that of a model.

She has PERFECT balance. Despite her height and stature, she will not fall. And if she does, she shall be graceful about it.

Heightened senses of course. She has an excellent sense of smell. Her eyes, however, function like a human’s. She can see all colors and has an innate sense of where things are so there’s no ‘bumping into things’ unless she’s somehow dizzy. BUT she CAN see in the dark. Built-in night vision. No hiding from her at night.

Ear scritches. Yes, ma’am. Scratch her behind the ears, be careful of her hair, and she will push into your hand without even thinking. It’s very comforting for her and sends lovely little shivers down her spine. Same with the base of her tail. She won’t respond in the same… interesting manner as a cat’s, but she will let her tail curl around your wrist or your waist. She has a lot of control over it.

PURRING. PURRRRINGGG SOMETHING IS PURRINNNGGG AND IT’S LARISSA WEEMS LMAO. She will purr whenever she is content. Head on your lap while reading. Eating a lovely little meal with you in deep candlelight. She keeps it low and soft when she’s in public, happy and proud of her staff and students, but otherwise lets herself purr as loudly as she wants when with you. - Larissa also has the ability to let out little ‘mrrow!’ chirping kitty sounds when she’s excited. If you show up with lunch for her one day and she’s not expecting you, she’ll perk up and the sound will leave her chest without any restraint. She will be embarrassed about it. You will laugh and she will be embarrassed and then when you give her a little kiss, she will purposefully nick your lip and you will go ow!! and she will go 'Gotcha.'

Showering…. hissss….. She loves showers so much, she does, because they are warm and she likes warmth, but they are also annoying. The pitter patter on her ears can irritate her, so she indulges in baths more. It gives her control over the touches on her ears and she actually enjoys grooming the parts of her that are feline. Although, if you headcanon that she has a proper cat form, she will not like water as much.

Her nails are sharp. She can’t help it. They’re painted red, yes, and they can be sheathed and unsheathed (like Enid’s, yes), but she tries to be gentle with them. When she’s angry or frightened, they shoot out - so just be careful.

Her precious soft ears are pierced, near the base by her head on the outsides, but those areas are sensitive. Not sensitive like ooooo but sensitive like ow please don’t squeeze there. She mainly wears pearls in those spots, because she likes the sparkle, but little golden hoops make the occasional appearance as well. - She does not like bows or things being placed around her ears though. Chances are she will not like extra accessories there. And she DOES NOT APPRECIATE YOU TRYING TO TURN THEM INSIDE OUT BECAUSE IT LOOKS FUNNY. You did it once and you have the nicks on your hands to show it. Worth the laugh though.

She hisses beneath her breath when irritated. A popping sort of hiss that rumbles from her throat and is often heard in the quiet of her office.

She’s quick. Crazy quick. It seems impossible but it isn’t.

LOUNGING. BASKING IN THE SUN. LOUNGING AND BASKING. MMMM SUNLIGHT. She will lay across her chaise and she will soak in the rays through the windows and she will turn around in her desk chair and just sit there until she nearly falls asleep. No, it’s not very productive, but if she doesn’t get her daily sunlight, she will be a little bit down. If you find her taking a midday rest on the weekend, full body facing the sun that filters through onto the bed, no you don’t. Don’t disturb her. Leave her be, purring away happily.

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:3 - Rip x

#rippersz #fanfictionwriter #fanfic #larissa weems #larissa weems x reader #wednesday larissa weems #cat!larissa weems #headcanons #larissa weems headcanons

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erensemeraldorbs · 8 months

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18+ Content Only ⚠️

❤️ Levi’s greedy slut ❤️

Summary: Just a one shot of Levi coming home and pounding that p***y

After a long 4 day mission your boyfriend is finally home and showering; unwinding from all the chaos and killing he encountered the past few days. As you hear the water turn off and the shower curtain slide you quickly rush to your bed and act as if you were asleep to see how he’s feeling about being intimate. You had been day dreaming about his cock since he was gone longing for it badly you can feel your heat growing more damp as you think of him sliding in and out your-

“Baby, are you asleep?” His deep voice snaps you out of your sexual vision.

As you slowly turn your head you see his glistening torso shine under the moonlight that’s entering your window. He always looks so goddamn sexy. His eyes meet yours and sharing the same intensity, he too had been missing you he would be lying to himself if he said he wasn’t thinking about you and how you felt vice-grip like around his dick. As he was out on the mission he had thought about coming back home and filling you up the minute he saw you.

“No..not yet I was waiting for you to come to bed, need you to hold me I missed you.” You say giving him those big eyes with your lip poked out a bit. He loved when you did that he thought to himself as he felt his dick twitch. He quickly got into bed pulling you close to him, foreheads now touching. “I missed you too brat, you have no idea.” Your lips slightly brushing with every word he spoke. By this time the wetness in your panties is now an entire ocean. Only he could get you this aroused by just being close to him like seriously he hadn’t even kissed you yet. Your lips finally meet immediately going in sync with sweet intention turning into passionate deep kisses. his familiar taste of tea and mint as your tongues twirl and explore each others mouth.

“God, I want you so bad Levi, I need you to touch me please.” You whine at the gorgeous man, only making him smirk raking his eyes over your perfect tits in your skimpy lingerie.

“Oh baby you’re so needy for my cock that’s so hot. I’m gonna make you feel so good have you rolling your eyes.” He growls at you with low eyes

This turns you on more making you quickly sit on top of him. Kissing down his neck, chest, torso. You stop right at his groin looking up with innocent eyes.

“First, let me make you feel good Captain.” you squeak holding his throbbing cock in your hand seeing the tip trickle milky pre cum. You lick from the base to the top then take his head fully in your mouth. This makes him groan, you smile with his cock in your mouth sliding down your mouth so now his length is hitting the back of your throat. You bob your head up and down in a fast pace while you massage his balls. His abdomen is convulsing with every choke he hears, he’s mentally burning the image of drool dripping down your chin as his dick constricts you of air.

“Atta girl, you love choking on my dick don’t you love? Only one that gets to feel that lovely mouth. Ahhh fuck if you keep going i’m not gonna last.” You release him from your mouth fast with a loud pop. He quickly switches positions so that he’s dominating you. He’s positioned in between your legs taking off your panties and stops to stare at your soaked cunt. “Fuckkk you’re dripping, i can’t wait to taste you baby is that okay?” He asks looking at you with those piercing silver eyes. You nod violently wanting nothing more than his face shoved in between your legs. He doesn’t waste a second diving in; licking and sucking your clit so crazily you let out a loud moan

“Ooooo fuck Levi yes yes yes just like that please it feels so good!” he smiles against your pussy and slips in two fingers pumping them fast making you come undone. You feel the tight knot in your stomach loosen, he doesn’t stop even when you squirt all over his hand and face. “Mmmm you taste so sweet love, could eat you for dessert everyday.” He says as he sucks his fingers never breaking eye contact. Still trying to recover from the powerful orgasm Levi gave so easily he is flipping you on stomach and gripping your hips pushing your back down creating a perfect arch. Slapping each ass check leaving a stinging sensation that moves straight to your core.

“I’m gonna cum in this pretty pussy baby, you gonna let me? Only one to fill you up..”

He lines his dick up so that it’s barely entering you. You whine a bite waiting for that full feeling in your stomach, a few seconds pass and still no movement just as you were going to look back you are rammed at full force.

“So so tight you fit me like a glove, this pussy is all mine no one else can have it, you hear me?” he breathes. “Yes!! no one else’s daddy mmm all yours please cum in me i want to feel it inside me” you screamed as he pounds you doggy style grabbing a fistful of your hair making you look back and kiss him. “So fucking sexy for me, you ready for my load baby? I’m gonna cum.” You couldn’t take the stimulation anymore as he slams into you relentlessly. You had become a moaning wreck tears streaming down your face, completely fucked out. After a few more thrusts you felt his body tense us and his strokes slow down. He pulls out and cleans himself off then coming to you with the towel and helping you wipe. “That sure was worth the wait wasn’t it?” You tease at him. He gently laughs and shakes heads “Tch, 4 days and had you begging for my dick brat, i think you’re the one that couldn’t wait.” He slyly smirks and walks to the bathroom buttnaked showing his cute ass turning on the shower again as the clean freak he is.

aksjsjsk okay goodnight i gotta go to bed for work byeee should i write more?!! this my first AOT one shot.. 👉🏻👈🏻

#attack on titan #levi aot #levi ackerman #levi smut #levi ackerman smut #levi x reader #levi oneshot #aot x reader #aot oneshots

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thelovelyruin · 11 months

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𝖕𝖗𝖎𝖒𝖆𝖉𝖔𝖓𝖓𝖆.

𝖙𝖍𝖊 𝖑𝖔𝖛𝖊𝖗𝖘 : choso x fem reader

𝖙𝖍𝖊 𝖘𝖚𝖓 : you’re choso’s girl, and he makes sure to give you anything you want.

𝖙𝖍𝖊 𝖒𝖔𝖔𝖓 : smut, love, porn with plot, vaginal sex, praise, teasing, fingering.

𝖙𝖍𝖊 𝖈𝖍𝖆𝖗𝖎𝖔𝖙 : 3.6K

𝖙𝖍𝖊 𝖘𝖙𝖆𝖗 : inspired by lyrics from primandonna by marina and the diamonds.

𝖙𝖍𝖊 𝖊𝖒𝖕𝖗𝖊𝖘𝖘 : hello lovelies, thank you so much for reading! i hope you enjoy it; if so, follow me for more. au revoir!

18+ MDNI ADULT CONTENT

Primadonna girl, all I ever wanted was the world…

“Chosooooo…”

“Yes, princess?”

“I want it real bad!”

“That one?”

“Yeah, that one!”

“No problem, baby.”

When you and Choso originally came to the mall, it was to get a dress you saw in one of the catalogs that gets mailed to your place. You’d been excited all week, having to wait til the weekend to get it ‘cause that’s when it released. You were one of the first ones there, trying it on and walking out on the runway in the store. Choso was enamored with you, especially when you did poses at the end, obviously playing around, but nonetheless, he had it bagged for you and paid for by the time you got dressed again. Even though you knew he would get it for you, you were still really grateful, kissing him as he took the bag from the counter.

You’d decided to wear a pink tracksuit combo that day, a cropped jacket and shirt, and lowrise pants to show off your belly button ring. You wore your hair up in a ponytail, a couple of strands let out, and a cute pair of earrings. Then there were your bangles, clinking against your wrist as you walked in your pink Amiri’s. You called it “athleisure but way cuter!” (not like you were actually going to the gym), but despite what you wore, Choso thought you looked damn good.

I can't help that I need it all!

You and Choso have been together for about three years; it was pretty much love at first sight, at least for him. When he’d first seen you, it was in a magazine feature their team had gotten, getting a couple of models to take pics on the cars; you’d worn this cute top and shorts that left little to the imagination. Yuuji had given the magazine to him at a meet since he hadn’t gone to the photoshoot himself. When he landed on the page with you on it, Yuuji said:

“Dude, she’s a babe. She’s done a couple of shoots, but this was the first for our team. Just had to pick her; I mean, just look at those-”

“Look at my what Yuuji?”

You were standing in front of them now, manicured finger bringing the page down to look them in the eyes. Yuuji choked on his spit as Choso got flustered seeing you in person for the first time. You’d look past them and at the car they were sitting on, a G80 M3 with a candy purple wrap.

“Ooooo! This is so cute! Who’s is it?”

Yuuji pointed at Choso, who awkwardly smiled and gave you a little wave. You walked over to him, arms crossed as you looked into his eyes. Shamelessly, he looked you up and down, eyes landing back on your face as you smirked.

“And who are you?”

“Choso, nice to meet you.”

“Of course it is! Nice car, too bad I couldn’t shoot on it.”

You were a spicy one, but fuck, you were sexy.

“You can if you want to.”

You’d walked up to him, face inches from his as you looked up at him. Yuuji took that as his cue to leave, patting Choso’s hand as he walked off.

“Depends, do you want me to?”

“What I want is to take you out.”

“Yeah?”

“Definitely. Let me pick you up on Friday.”

“Hmm, I’ll think about it!”

You say that I'm kinda difficult, but it's always someone else's fault!

You’d walked away from him, leaving him licking his lips as you left. He’d seen you around for the rest of the night, talking to a couple of the other girls, then taking turns with them to flag for the races. Before Choso left for the night, he’d looked for you, but you had already left. He sighed in defeat and walked back to his car, but before he got in, he caught something under his windshield wiper—a napkin with your lipstick print, and your phone number right above it.

Choso did take you out that Friday, picking you up and taking you out for dinner, a little bowling after. He’d fucked your brains out that night, and you two were pretty much inseparable since then. Before you came along, Choso won a few races a month, then bought a dealership; pretty well off but didn’t have a lot of things to spend it on. But you had plenty. After about three months, he’d moved you out of your place and into his apartment downtown, bringing your cat with you. He’d gotten you a C6 convertible, of course, gloss pink wrap with custom cheetah print seats, which you’d drive to and from Pilates and Starbucks, always coming home to kiss him as he spoke to the employees at the dealership. You’d cook him a nice dinner and snuggle up to him at night, a true love story.

Choso fucking loved you and, as a result, had a thing for praising you. Friends would say he kisses the ground you walk on, but he tells them no. He makes out with it. You were his and loved it, wearing a little silver chain with his name on it, him having a tattoo of your initials behind his ear. He’d send you on trips while he went out of state to race, often to fashion weeks, always coming back with quite the list. Like that time you’d come home from Milan, and you just had to have that sparkly Versace dress you saw.

Choso got you everything you wanted, no matter the cost or size. That is until now.

Got you wrapped around my finger, babe; you can count on me to misbehave!

“Baby, you already have that one.”

“Yeah, but not in pink! I got it last year in white before the new drop, so now I just have to have it!”

You looked up at him with puppy-dog eyes, which usually worked, but this time, he genuinely didn’t see a purpose in getting the same bag twice.

“It’s a no, princess. Sorry.”

Unfortunately for him, you were a fucking brat. Not that you couldn’t take no for an answer, but you weren’t gonna be happy about it. You’d walked off from him now, him tailing you to make sure you were okay. You’d walked into another store, real sweet to the attendant that walked up to help, but rolling your eyes at Choso as you looked through the racks.

“Princess…”

“Yes?”

“You’re acting like a brat.”

“Whatever do you mean? I’d like to try these on, please.”

Would you do anything for me?

With that, you walked away, the attendant opening the dressing room for you two as Choso sat the bags down. You’d put the dresses on the hangers as Choso took a seat on the bench in the room. Swiftly, you took off your jacket, hanging it on the door hook and taking off your pants, your shirt following. And what did you have on? One of those pretty lace sets he’d gotten you a month or so ago, a gift for your anniversary. You were wearing probably the only set he hasn’t fucked you in. You weren’t oblivious, taking extra time to get up from the floor while undressing. Choso felt pretty courageous, pulling you back into his lap as you gasped at the sudden motion. He spread your legs over his thighs, keeping your legs open as his hand walked itself down to your panties, which Choso rubbed through the fabric, making you squirm a bit. He brought his mouth to the side of your face, whispering in your ear as his other hand pinched your nipple through your bra.

“You’re pretty damn wet, princess. Want me to help you with that?”

“Mhm!”

“Gonna stop acting like a brat so I can eat your pussy?”

“Yes, baby, please!”

“My pleasure.”

Would you get down on your knees for me?

Choso set you up on the bench as he sat on the floor, pulling your panties off and gently sitting them down next to you. You met his gaze as he spread your legs, kissing the skin of your thighs as you bit your lip in anticipation. He chuckled a bit as he kissed the outside of your lips, excited to taste that familiar sweetness he’d indulge in every day if he could. Teasing you, he licked lightly into your slit, tongue barely grazing your pussy as you sat there whimpering. He’d brought his face back up, signaling you to quiet down as he tasted you. You shut your mouth, groaning into your hand as he began eating your pussy. He’d make it quick today, on a time crunch, before the attendant returned to check on you. He’d brought his face deeper into you, fucking his tongue into you as you gripped his hair. He’d heard you moaning his name into your hand, smiling into your pussy as you closed your eyes to center yourself from all the pleasure. With that, he decided to mess with you a bit. He took his tongue off you, replacing it with his fingers, you groaning from the lack and returning pleasure.

I know I've got a big ego; I really don't know why it's such a big deal, though!

“Move your hand.”

Hesitantly, you moved it, trying to moan as quietly as possible as his thumb rubbed your clit, the others pumping inside of you.

“That’s a good girl. How ya feelin’ baby?”

“So good, Choso…”

“Yeah? You like it when I fuck you here?”

“Yessss…”

His fingers had found that sweet spot inside you, throwing your head back as your body arched forward.

“God, you’re so fuckin beautiful, you know that?”

“So sexy, even when you’re pissed at me.”

“Look at you, lookin’ pretty as you fuck my fingers.”

All the praise was driving you mad. You brought your hand to your mouth, bracing yourself for the impending orgasm. Instead, choso brought his hand up to your mouth, pulling his body upward to kiss the side of your face as he pumped relentlessly inside of you, feeling you almost screaming his name into his hand.

“You’re so pretty when you cum, you know that? Let me see that pretty face. Cum for me, baby.”

With that, you lost it, body jerking onto his fingers as you moaned his name over and over into his hand. He replaced his hand with his lips, feeling you groan into his mouth as you came down. He kissed his way back down, putting your panties back on as you sat there panting, recovering from your high. Smiling, he brought his lips to your again, pulling away to get a good look at you.

“Such a good girl for me.”

“Yeah?”

“Yeah, princess.”

Choso wiped your juices off his face, watching you fix your lipgloss. Damn, you were-

“Ma’am, you okay in there?”

When you give, I want more, more, more!

You opened the door, body adorned with one of the dresses you picked out, as you stepped out and did a spin.

“Do I look good in this dress?”

“Beautiful, ma’am!”

“Great, I’ll take it!”

After you got dressed and the attendant checked you out, she gave a wave and smile to both of you as you left the store. You held tight onto Choso’s arm, smiling up at him as he guided you towards the mall parking lot. He’d opened the car door for you, sitting you inside as he put the bags in the backseat. Starting the car, he looked over at you.

“Ready to go home, baby?”

“Actually, can we get ice cream first?”

I wanna be adored!

Get what I want 'cause I ask for it, not because I'm really that deserving of it!

Choso always went all out for your birthday, going above and beyond to make your day special. He’d started the morning by getting a private chef to come up to the apartment to make you breakfast. Before that could happen, though, he was having trouble getting you out the bed, especially with how you’d woke him up.

“Choso…”

“Yeah, baby?”

“Wanna fuck you, can we?”

Usually, he’d be more than happy to feel your pussy first thing in the morning, but you two had overslept (or, as you called it, beauty sleep), and the chef was gonna be there in the next 45 minutes, which you’d take the whole time to get ready.

“Want to, baby, promise, but your first surprise is about to get here soon; go start getting ready.”

When you’d heard surprise, you’d pretty much forgotten about morning sex, instantly hopping out the bed to start getting ready. You were so excited for your birthday that you got your hair curled the day before, lashes too; they were the finishing touch after you’d done your makeup. You decided on a cute pink tennis dress to match your pink Dolce sneakers, holding off on dressing up until later this evening. With a couple of sprays of perfume and a little gloss, you were ready just in time for the chef.

When you were done eating, you looked up to Choso, waiting to see what came next. He gave you a kiss and a smile, walking you to the living room, a bunch of boxes wrapped in pink paper on the middle of the floor. You squealed as you ran and sat down, waiting for him to come over.

“Oh, baby, you’re too sweet!”

“No problem, princess.”

You went through your gifts: a couple of pairs of heels he’d seen you looking at on Pinterest, one of those new hairdryers you saw on TikTok, jewelry, lingerie, the usual stuff. You’d give him a kiss between every present; lips probably had more gloss than yours did at this point. Some of the stuff you’d try on and walk around in like you were modeling, like the Chanel sunnies he’d gotten you. It always made him so happy; he could tell you loved every single one. You’d always take care of anything he’d gotten you, everything down to the first thing he’d gotten you, a sterling anklet you’d found online. After two years time, the chain snapped, and you had quite the fit. You’d been sad for days. Unfortunately, he couldn’t fix it, but he’d been there for you to reassure you that even though it broke, his love for you wouldn’t.

As you closed the final box, you wrapped him in your arms and kissed his cheek repeatedly, making him giggle as he almost fell over.

“Got one more thing for you, baby.”

Choso walked to the room, returning with a box with a big bow on the top. You looked at him skeptically, intrigued that this gift had been separated from the others. Still, you took it as he handed it to you, setting it on the couch next to him as you opened it. There was a layer of paper on it, followed by a simple dust bag, presumably to hide what was underneath it. Before you opened it, you looked up at him; he nodded to you to finish unboxing it. You slowly opened the dust bag, pulling-

“BABY, OH MY GOD, OH MY GOD!”

Choso had gotten you the pink version of the Vivienne Westwood bag you’d seen at the mall! You pounced at him as he smiled and braced himself for impact.

“You like it, baby?”

“I like it? I like it? I LOVE IT!”

Going up, going down, down, down!

You’d put your lips on his now as he brought a hand around you to sit the bag down gently. You completely straddled him, body pressing to his as you made out with him. He’d brought his hands to your ass, bringing your hips closer to him as you kissed him deeper. You’d pulled away, looking at him with half-lidded eyes, biting your lips.

“Baby?”

“Yeah, princess?”

“Wanna show you how grateful I am.”

“Yeah, how you gonna do that?”

“You're gonna take me back to the room so I can-”

Choso cut you off, throwing you over his shoulder as you playfully slapped his back, him slapping your ass next to his head. When he got you to the room, he laid you down quickly, taking off your sneakers and outfit; hate to mess up such a cute dress with cum stains, ya know? He’d removed his clothes, lifting your body to sit on the bed so you rested your head on the pillows.

Anything for the crown, crown, crown!

Choso brought his lips to yours, kissing you softly and then rushing down to your tits, making you laugh. He’d wrapped his lips around your nipple, looking up at you as he rubbed his hands up and down your body, tickling you slightly.

“You like that, baby?

“Hmm, maybe…I think your lips would feel wayyy better somewhere else.”

“Oh yeah? Suddenly, I’m really hungry.”

He brought his body down in between your thighs, in one motion, bringing your thighs up to your chest, spreading you open for him. You whimpered when his tongue found your pussy, holding your legs firm as he fucked his tongue into you. Choso was having a lot of fun, seeing you squirm in the position you were in as he all but devoured your pussy. He let all of your juices spread his face, anything to taste more and more of you. When he started sucking your clit? You went nuts. You moaned his name over and over, gripping the shits as you were able to be as loud as you wanted. You felt that fire growing inside you as his nose rubbed against your clit, tongue sinking further and further, exploring you as you fell out above him.

“Baby…”

“Baby, I’m about to cum!”

“Baby, fuck, I-”

You came for him, closing your thighs out of reflex, nearly suffocating him. He brought his face up, letting your legs down, smiling down at you as you tried to catch your breath. Choso was pretty damn cocky. He knew that his tongue sent you flying, having to center yourself as you came down. He brought his body over yours, kissing the side of your face as you came to.

“You okay, princess?”

When the lights dim down, down, down, I spin around!

In one fall swoop, you flipped Choso over, straddling his waist as you brought yourself down on his dick. He was gone, shocked at how fast you’d maneuvered but also from how fucking good you felt. He brought his hands to your hips, fixing his legs so he could fuck into you. You were on top of the world, literally. He was thrusting into you rapidly, one hand on your tit, the other holding your ass as he slammed you down on his dick. Fuck, you two were in love. Bodies sweating against each other, both getting turned on by the other's face, flustered and fucked out as you brought your bodies against each other. You’d shifted your hips slightly so he could fuck into you at that angle that made you scream his name.

“Princess, fuck, you feel so fucking good.”

“Choso, fuck, right there, don’t stop!”

Got you wrapped around my finger, babe…

He was hellbent on making you cum on top of him; he could make you cum in missionary or doggy style later, but right now? He couldn’t get enough of your face, lips quivering and eyes forced shut as you tried to hold on to any sort of balance you had.

“Princess..”

“Mhm?”

“Look at me.”

Hesitantly, you looked in his eyes, knowing at that point you were about to cum. You were completely self-indulgent, and Choso loved it; you’d brought your body forward, resting on your hands on either side of his head as he fucked into you. Shit, he wasn’t gonna last much longer either with your face as close to his, getting a front-row view of your reactions to how good he was fucking you. He’d gripped your ass as leverage to slam you down harder, slapping the skin there every time you said his name. When your arms started to shake, he knew you were about to cum, so, like a good boyfriend, he talked you through it.

“Look how pretty you are, fuck I love you.”

“Gonna give you the world, baby.”

“You’re mine, yeah? Cum for me, then baby, give it to me.”

You lost it right then and there, arms collapsing and body laying down on his as you came hard all over him. God, you were an angel. Whimpering for him as you milked his dick, pussy spasming around his shaft. Choso came at that point, holding your hips against his as he filled you up, groaning as he sat his face into your shoulder. Panting, he brought you into a hug as he fucked you through your orgasm, smiling as you moaned his name softly.

You can count on me to misbehave!

Choso felt a little bad for fucking you so hard, your curls had fallen a bit, and your mascara had smudged a bit when you came. You lifted your hips slightly, letting him know to pull you off and lay you down. You turned your body towards him, running your hands through his hair. He swore at this moment he could marry you; watch you walk around with his ring on your finger, but right now? He was a little too fucked out to think about it clearly.

“How was it princess?”

“So good!”

He smiled and picked you up, taking you to the bathroom to get washed up. Looking at his watch, it was 10:45. Depending on how long you took to ready again, you guys could make the lunch reservations.

“Hey, baby?”

“Yeah, princess?”

“So, there was this LC500 i was looking at…”

“It’s yours.”

Primadonna girl!

♱ the song used in this story is primadonna by marina and the diamonds. 🖤

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sweet-evie · 11 months

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Coming Home

Content: Ch #221 SPOILERS, Established Relationship, gojo x afab!oc, gojo x fem!reader, nameless OC, she/her pronouns, lovesick!gojo... Added some extra flare to the unsealing, because Gojo deserves it.

A/N: Actually wrote this back in April 19, 2023… when Ch #221 leaks came out. Posting it now, because I miss him so bad, and was cleaning out my drafts.

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She’d heard it countless times especially after what happened in Shibuya — Satoru Gojo’s existence was vital in their world. The balance of the jujutsu world shifted upon his birth, and upon his removal, it was plunged into chaos. The fact that his presence alone was a deterrent for powerful curse users that had the intention of harming others testified to how truly influential and powerful he really was.

A walking god among men.

That truth was never more stark until now.

She grew up with him, in a sense — built a life with him for close to a decade and counting, before that ancient sorcerer outwitted them all and took her Love out of the picture. She knew Satoru Gojo as a man. Insanely powerful, yes… Yet he was still just human.

But now…

Now as the earth finally settled after a long minute of feeling like it was being shaken down to its foundations, she beheld a horizon doused in blue and blinding white, the difference between the Satoru she knew and adored, and the Gojo that the world revered was as clear and divided as night and day.

The heavens roared its greeting as the earth trembled — a minute-long tremor that rocked the ground beneath her feet and caused her to stumble.

Whether they succeeded at opening the back of the Prison Realm or if Satoru himself found a way out, she cared not. It suddenly felt like the world inhaled one deep cleansing breath, releasing it all in a collective sigh of relief that revealed how much their world really needed the one person who stood a chance against the King of Curses and his malevolent reign.

The blinding strobe of light that shot to the sky, past the clouds, slowly faded away.

She had been in the middle of fighting Uro and Ryu when Sukuna cast his threatening presence over the world. That same presence that had Uro cowering and Ryu hesitating. And now… A far greater presence had re-entered the stage.

The elders were so quick to exile him, to strip him of rank and political power. But how foolish were they? Their opinions and their rulings did not matter in the face of Satoru Gojo’s incoming wrath. And what did their destruction and dissolve matter to her when everything she had ever wished for had now come true?

He was back.

Satoru was back… Her partner, her Love, Limitless Power Incarnate, the Honored One in the Heavens and the Earth.

=OoOoO=

What was she supposed to say? Were words even necessary? What was there to say?

She had so many things to say to him and they had so much to do. There were powers to consolidate, forces to account, politics to handle, and a myriad of societal problems to solve. The true work had barely begun. But when they were finally face-to-face, all semblance or thought of everything else except for them disappeared.

To her, there was only Satoru with that same blindfold hanging from his neck, jacket torn but with that same all-black ensemble he wore as a uniform every time he taught at Jujutsu High, staring at her with eyes reminiscent of blue skies dotted with clouds.

He was…weary and noticeably upset, but the relief that completely overcame his expression upon seeing her lightened the heavy emotions that swamped her just before this encounter.

She didn’t hear herself when a sob tore through her throat, and didn’t register the tears that gathered in the corners of her vision as her entire body trembled and she immediately reached for him.

They had a meager audience in the form of Yuji and the others. But did she care?

No…

So when his arms enveloped her and when she could finally feel his heart beating against her own, there was only relief and joy and overwhelming love at their reunion. It felt like coming home.

For the first time in a very long time, she wasn’t alone anymore.

=OoOoO=

There were no words to describe the slough of emotions that bombarded him after making his escape. He almost felt bad after hastily thanking his former students — his adhoc rescuers, Angel with Jacob’s Ladder. But he didn’t really care when all he could think about was her. He needed to know she was safe — that she was all right, that she could still accept him after his failure to uphold his end of the promise.

He needed to know that she still loved him.

Time passed immeasurably fast — akin to a blink, when he suddenly found himself before her.

He’d been gone for a month, he knew, but it felt like all of these changes had happened in between the snap of measly fingers and eternity. It had been so long and yet it felt too soon.

She stood before him with the most peculiar expression on her pretty face, clad head-to-toe in dark shades of blue and dirty gray, exhausted, trembling, and so emotional. Those gorgeous eyes clouded with unshed tears, unbound hair swaying in the breeze, hands clenched into fists, lips quivering under the weight of suppressed sadness. Her voice as she mewled his name and sobbed, broke his heart.

He always hated seeing her upset — abhorred the thought of her drowning in despair. He never wanted to see her cry.

He wanted her smile, her happiness.

She barrelled straight into him after dismissing her naginata into the ether.

She buried herself in his arms just as he gladly welcomed her in them. Gods, he’d missed her. He refused to count the unnameable hours and minutes he’d spent wishing he could come back to her, return to the home they’d made, and the love they shared between them. She embraced him tightly and he wrapped himself around her, face buried in her hair, inhaling her deeply, treasuring every beat of her beloved heart. She cried in his arms and he couldn’t deny how wet his eyes were too.

Overflowing with relief and happiness, he pulled back just barely to cradle her face in his hands. She leaned into his touch and sighed in relief, with his name on her lips uttered as a reverent prayer. He’d never heard something so sweet and so endearing in his life. One of his thumbs grazed her parted lips — lips that begged to be kissed.

Indulging in his desires and her own, they fell into a sweet, lingering kiss.

Her fingers in his hair, his hands on her, their lips locked desperately to convey the sleepless nights, the loneliness, the despair, the overwhelming need to have the other close. It was completion and happiness and peace all wrapped up in one.

He was hers… And she was his.

They parted but just barely, still sharing breaths, with less than an inch between them.

“I missed you.” She murmured, tracing the curves of his lips with her fingertips.

He wanted to reciprocate with a joke, but really… he couldn’t. It was just… He swallowed thickly as he caught her hand and kissed each fingertip, her knuckles — pressed his lips reverently on the glittering solitaire diamond ring he’d given her for what felt like forever ago. “I love you.”

“I love you too, Satoru.”

“You’re still marrying me, right?”

She laughed, and it was such a heavenly sound to his ears. Her answer was even sweeter in spite of the carnage and desolation around them.

He could ask her a thousand times over, and she was certain her answer to that question was, and always would be, the same in every lifetime, in every situation.

“Yes… Always.”

Riding high from her reassurance, he squeezed her a little tighter, buried his nose into her hair and inhaled the scent of vanilla. He was home — a litany he'd chanted in his head over and over. He had come home; home was her loving arms, her smiles, even her tears. Home was the sound of her voice when she whispered his name.

He saw it in the way her eyes had searched his, tasted it in her lips with each touch, felt it in the way her heart beat against his own.

He was home... Finally home.

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[Dumped in AO3]

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bnnuy-wabbit · 6 months

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PIN TUTORIAL.

So. You want pins of your favorite band/cartoon/oc/funny thing to put on backpacks/jackets/pants BUT you're broke and/or have no means to Acquire Pins. You find yourself thinking must Man do i need to make these???? And the answer is yes. Sadly, one either needs to purchase items to have items or make items to have items. I know, i know. It's unfair. It'll be alright, though. Fear not, beloved internet user, for i have The Easy Solution to Your Problem. For thee. Let me hold your hand passionately.

What you'll need is:

Safety Pins - you can buy them for hella cheap in packages with Many Of Them. I'm probably not from your country so you'll have to look for them yourself online or in a store) Pair of Scissors - for cuttin' Plastic - Any kind as long as it's thick enough. reutilize something that would go to the trash, if you can. I'm using an old fanta bottle i stole from dad's pepper pot from the garden. you could also used those hard ish plastics from boxes too or packages. It doesn't have to be transparent, but that's recommended. Some sort of Glue - I recommend hot glue. I did not, however, have hot glue, so I used a two-part resin for fixing pipes instead. If it works it works. You can use anything as long as it secures the safety pin to the plastic. The Pin Content - I'm using STICKERS. i bought 200 6 months ago and have many left overs. You could also use a drawing you made or a cutout from a magazine and tape it to the plastic with transparent packaging tape.

That's all you need. However, if you'd like to make your life a bit easier, it'd be nice to have in hand:

tape - for tapin' razorblade - for scrapin' pen - for Penin'

See. easy. doesn't need a lot. I must say that since i'm a craftsperson i have More Materials laying about than the average arguably human population, but that's pretty much it.

tutorial with pictures continues under the read more. selfie under read more too with them on a cool jacket. here are the results so you know what you're getting into. Ooooo you want to make pins so bad oooooooo

TLDR: glue Pin Content onto the plastic, glue the safety pin to that next. Pic IDs added.

STEP 1.

Stick the thing you want to pin on the plastic. I'm using stickers, but you can use the non adhesive stuff. You can tape a piece of paper to the plastic with transparent duct tape. Just make sure to leave a margin on all sides.

STEP 2.

turn the plastic sheet around. Mark where the Up part of the sticker is and where you want the safety pins to go. This part is optional, but it helps making sure you're not going to put the pins in the wrong position. I didn't do it on my last batch and they turned out fine.

STEP 3.

Secure the plastic to your work surface using tape to keep it still while you work. Again, optional, but it'll help keep the thing straight if your plastic is bent like mine.

STEP 4.

Scratch the surface of the plastic so whatever gluing method you use actually works. The surface shouldn't be smooth or else it'll be hard to glue. You can use anything to scratch it. I did a criss cross pattern as shown in the picture.

STEP 5.

Glue the pins to the scratched surface.

In my case it was done in two steps since the resin needed time to dry. I made a hard base to secure the pin and waited for two hours for that to dry. Then i put a small layer of resin over the part of the safety pin that doesn't open and waited for it to dry again.

This would be miles easier if you used hot glue. Just hot glue the pin to the plastic, making sure to keep the movable part free.

STEP 6.

Cut the pins! If you taped them to the plastic instead of using premade stickers then make sure to leave more plastic to the sides. so it doesn't fall off. They're done. You now have pins.

If you want to go above and beyond, you can cover the pin with a thin layer of clear nail polish to make it impermeable and more durable, but i'm all out of clear nail polish, so i didn't do it.

RESULTS PART 2.

That's it. That's all. Have fun!

#pins #enamel pins #DIY #adventure times #rock #alternative #grunge #punk #tutorial #art supplies #safety pins #cheap stuff #tutorials #artists on tumblr #diy craft #this took so many tries until i figured out the stupidest and easiest way possible to make it lmao #anyways yeah #enjoy #yayyyy

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inked-up-gentleman · 3 months

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"Stop carrying old feelings into new experiences."

That is what one of your posts says.

I'm curious if you follow this advice for yourself? I ask because I have followed you for a very long time and am very familiar with what you post and how you respond to and answer your anon 'asks'

A lot of the time, it seems as though you blame your past for how you are today and why you don't trust. You respond with words that very much say you're doing exactly that.....allowing your past to carry over into your present. It's very clear you've been hurt and/or screwed over and it's been that way for a LONG time now. When are you going start following that quote? To stop carrying old feelings into new experiences."

I know you love the attention, I mean, who wouldn't? And why would someone post as many photos. gifs, writings/thoughts and anon, asks? You thrive on attention. I'd go as far as to say you need the attention. I think the shit from the past is just an excuse to do exactly what you're doing now which garners tons of traffic and ooooo's and ahhhhh's for you. Is it possible you're not ready to give that up so you keep this front/wall up and use the past as an excuse?

None of this is meant maliciously or judgmentally so hopefully all your groupies stay off my ass about it. That's why I won't ask you off anon. (although I have sent a few asks as myself before so we've had interaction.) I just don't trust that your followers won't respond badly and then start that bully mentality because so many of them seem to be protective (and obsessed) with you. Some of them excessively. I just genuinely wonder if when you saw that post, did you pause and say "yeah, you outta let that shit go man"?

Hope you're having a great weekend.

I wasn't going to respond to this at first but I'll lay it all out for you.

First and foremost, I don't see this as being hostile, but you're definitely making some assumptions here that people have made before. That being said, I ask that anyone who responds to this do so respectfully.

Did I follow that advice from that post myself? Yes, to an extent. You're assuming I don't want to be in a relationship due to last relationship and what my ex put me through. Though that's easy to assume, that's not the entire case. Right now my peace is my number one priority and if I deem it suitable to risk it for someone, I will. Until then, I'm completely content with being alone.

I'm still dealing with the damage, sure. But I've slowly turned that energy into productivity for my business and turning my house into a home. It took time, but everything is slowly coming together. That being said, there's only 1 or 2 people on this entire Hell site that have idea of what I was put through. This was far more than just an 8 year relationship that ended. But I will heal how I see fit.

"you thrive on attention" that's an assumption that YOU made. Yes, I post a LOT of selfies and pictures. But if you take the time to notice, they are pictures of what I enjoy doing. Riding the bike, spending time at the gym, relaxing with the pups, reading, whatever else it may be. Not once have I ever posted a nude of any kind. Which, if I wanted attention, that's probably what I would be doing (no offense to those that do post nudes). The closest thing you'll come to a nude is me wearing silkies, but I also go to public gyms in those.

I post what I post here because this and my TikTok account are the ONLY places I can go to truly be myself without it impacting my personal life or my business and I think a lot of you forget that. I absolutely love all my followers and the support they give me here. But nowhere do you see me trying to lure anyone in with anything. I've been 100% transparent from the start and always will be.

Yes, I get a TON of thirsty asks here. Who doesn't though? And though there are plenty of them, you are also forgetting the ones that ask me about working out, losing weight, starting a workout routine, thinking about getting a bike, first time riding tips and tricks, relationship advice or just for wisdom in general. But I digress...

Did I ever tell myself "yeah, I should let that shit go" absolutely. More than once and long before I ever shared that post. But I still learned some very hard lessons from that experience and it was far more than just pain and trauma that I had to let go.

I hope this answered your questions and helped you (and anyone else that was wondering) understand. And I hope you had a great weekend as well.

#anon #ask #personal #long post

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tai-janai · 6 months

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Ooooo I love the wings ears, so fun and expressive, a lot you can do with them.

Also I love Hero in this, haven’t seen too much from the au but he seems way less naive than his OG counterpart, or at least more reactionary and protective, I love it honestly.

PRTECTOR AU CONTENT RRRAAHSGGHGHHHHG YYYEAHAHSSFHH

YES yes

a major part of the voice of the hero is his naivety and that is one of the biggest changes from the source material

and he is So protective of LQ and 100% defends almost all of his actions (he does get a little put off if you go full damsel)

and of course LQ is his pathetic, awkward, dorky self

and AAAA V E X E D. EATS HIM AUFHGHHGBDHGH

I LOVE ALL OF THIS SO MUCH

#TWO NIGHTS I GET FANART FOR MY AUS I AM THE HAPPIEST FUCKNIG CANDLE ALIVE #YIPEEEEEE #DEAD /POS #stp #PROTECTOR AU #FELL THE PRINCESS #STP AU

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thisismysecondrodeo · 2 years

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Thinking about ted tying me up 😶 or ted laying on top of me. His slutty forearms and his strong thighs. Sigh. horny ted thoughts

AN: Ooooo Ted laying on top of Reader gives me a thousand and one ideas so here's a little blurb.

Rating: Mature

Tags: prelude to sexual content, Ted Lasso's slutty forearms and strong thighs, Cuddling, Romance, nipple play

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It was well established in your relationship with Ted Lasso that your greatest joy was using the man as a pillow. Watching movies draped over his solid bulk like a blanket, resting your head on his thick thighs as you read a book, tucking yourself into his side to nap on train trips. And Ted seemed to enjoy it just as much as you did, constantly opening his arms for you and wrapping you in his embrace.

So when you saw Ted coming into the living room fresh from the shower, in short, plaid boxers and no shirt, his hair mussed, it was instinct for you to sit up on the couch and make room for him. It would be a pleasure to press against his warm skin, leave kisses over his freckled shoulders as you ignored whatever was happening on TV until he was worked up enough to carry you to the bedroom and fuck you silly.

But you smirked with a change of heart and reclined again, taking back the offered space. Ted tilted his head at you, curious.

"No, room in the inn?"

"Quite the opposite," you smiled, "come here." You held a hand out to him encouraging him to come over. Still confused, he lifted your legs and sat under your feet. "No come here," you tugged Ted by the hand towards you and he acquiesced, but hovered over you.

"I don't want to crush you, darlin'," Ted smiled a little bashfully but you only trailed your hands along his sides, shifting your legs to press your hips together encouraging him to relax further into you. You tucked his head under your chin and stroked his back with one hand, scratching gently against his scalp with the other.

"You're not going to crush me, I promise," you whispered gently, pressing soft kisses against his forehead. You tugged gently on Ted's hair, pulling his mouth to yours and he met you eagerly. The deeper the kiss, the more distracted he was from supporting his weight and the more your arousal increased as his heat pressed into you.

Ted was solid and dependable and it made you entirely too happy to hold him and caress him the way he so often did for you. He shifted his lower half, and it wasn't until he moved that you realized you'd been grinding against him. You couldn't help it. Your nails dug into his broad back and he moaned into your mouth.

You pulled away briefly, just to look at him and he looked back, eyes wide and lustful.

"What's gotten into you tonight, huh baby?" Ted said it with a small smile and you just shook your head slightly and smiled back.

"You always hold me, just thought it was about time I return the favor," you shrugged, and Ted kissed along your jaw and neck as you spoke.

"It's no favor to love you, baby, trust me." Ted reached for the buttons of your pajama top, teasing them open slowly and kissing every inch of exposed skin as he revealed it.

"Well in that case," you replied, your breath hitching as his mouth found your nipple, teasing it with his lips and tongue, "what do you see we move this to the bedroom and you can fuck me into the mattress?" Ted groaned, dropping his forehead to your chest, and you could feel his erection twitch against your thigh.

"Yes ma'am."

#ted lasso #ted lasso fanfic #ted lasso fanfiction #ted lasso x reader #ted lasso blurb #x reader #reader #reader insert

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duckymcdoorknob · 9 months

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@mystwrites I TOLD YOU ID MAKE THE FIC TEEHEE!!

INSPIRED BY THIS BEAUTIFUL FREAKING PIECE RIGHT HERE!!!

RARARA MULTIPLE TK SCENES BC YES

Voices Carry

Warning! This is a tickle fic!

Ships: None! Char: Kurama and Hiei with a couple teaspoons of Lee!Yusuke

Warnings: This do have tickles below the cut ngl

Prompt: When the boys get into deep conversation one night, Kurama wants nothing more than for Hiei to shut up before he spills some secrets. Kurama would soon eat his words…

Tags: @giggly-squiggily TEEHEE SURPRISE! THIS IS MY “PAYBACK” FOR THAT LEE HIEI FIC >:))

It was a rare occurrence when the four were together and they actually got to enjoy one another’s company. It seemed that whenever they were in the same room, there was something that was threatening their peace that would happen the next day.

Hiei was sitting on the bed, resting his chin on his arm as he watched the rain fall outside of Yusuke’s bedroom window. Kurama lay with his head in the fire demon’s lap, engrossed in a book. Yusuke was trying to mask his excitement—though failing miserably—as he showed Kuwabara his Lego creations, and the orange-haired boy was carefully holding every set to ensure he wouldn’t break it.

Rain was harshly falling outside, so the other three were not going anywhere for quite some time.

“And this is one that Keiko got for me last year. I still keep asking to pay her back for it, but her stubborn ass won’t let me give her a single yen,” Yusuke explained, holding up a large replica of the Death Star.

The pompadoured male’s eyes lit up as he took in the awesome wonder of the huge project. “How long did that one take, Urameshi?!”

“Oh man, let me try to remember…” the green-haired boy murmured, “a good few months at least.”

“So cool…” Kuwabara breathed.

“You wanna hold it?”

“Can I?!”

“Sure,” Yusuke chimed, carefully placing the orb into his friend’s hands. “Just know that if you drop it, you won’t be walking away unscathed. Got it?”

Kazuma paled. “M-Mhm!”

As the taller male observed the craft, Hiei sighed in contentment. He never thought that he would enjoy the company of the two ruffians; moreover, he didn’t expect to find solace in watching rain fall.

“Say, Hiei,” Yusuke’s curious voice sounded from the other end of the room. “Did’ya ever have a raindrop race? Like you watched two drops trickle down at the same time and raced them?”

The black-haired demon narrowed his eyes in confusion before turning to the curious boy. “That sounds unbearably boring.”

“It’s like watching paint dry,” Kurama quipped, his deft fingers coming up to turn the page.

“Hey!” The spirit detective whined. “Oh like you’re any better. You’re reading Dickens!”

The red-haired male’s eyes flickered away from the copy of Great Expectations to an angry Yusuke. “And how did you know who the author was? My finger was covering his name,” he replied curtly.

Yusuke’s face burned in embarrassment. “W-Well-“

Having safely placed the Death Star on the shelf above him, Kuwabara cooed at his friend. “Ooooo! Urameshi likes reaaaadinnngg!!” he chirped, accentuating his teasing words with repeated pokes to the boy’s sides.

Yusuke squirmed and sputtered as he curled in on himself, falling backwards against the spirit sword user’s torso. “C-Cut that ohohohout!”

Kuwabara trapped Yusuke in his arms, caging him in. The little pokes had turned into rapid vibrations, and soon Kuwabara’s fingers were wiggling into the boy’s sides. “K-Kuwahahahabahaharahaha!”

The orange-haired male flashed him a Cheshire grin, cooing little teases in his ear as he snaked his finger’s under Yusuke’s shirt to spider his fingers along his tummy. The two demons’ attention was grabbed by an adorable squeal of agony.

“Nahaha-nahahahahaohoho! Quhihihihit ihihihit! Stahahahappihihihit!” Yusuke whined as his hips arched off the floor.

“Kuwabara,” Kurama warned. “If he’s asking you to stop, you must be mindful of his requests.”

“Ihihihim okahahahay. Ihihihits juhuhust a- hahahabihihit-HYEAHAHA!” The green-haired boy all but screeched as he felt Kuwabara’s fingers trail down to prod at his hips. “WAITWAITWAIT! OKAHAHAHAY! OKAHAHAHAY! THAHAHATS- THAHAHATS ENOHOHOUGH! KUHUHUWAHAHABAHAHARAHAHA!”

The pompadoured male promptly stopped and smiled, patting Yusuke’s tummy a few times before helping him sit up. “Sorry, Urameshi, couldn’t help it.”

Yusuke panted a bit, his dopey smile still plastered on his face. “Yeah, yeah,” he breathed, “Better watch your back… sleep with an eye open.”

Hiei breathed out a chuckle, a small guffaw leaving him. “Now don’t let Genkai know about this weakness of yours,” he quipped, “You’d never make it through another training.”

The spirit gun user flushed upon thinking of said scenario. By the name of the Spirit World… Genkai would be merciless.

“This gets me thinking… do demons have weaknesses too?” Kuwabara asked, poking Yusuke once more and eliciting a jolt.

“Of course we do. You’ve seen Kurama and I get gravely injured multiple times.” The fire demon replied, a small bout of confusion evident on his features.

“No, no, he’s got a good point,” the green-haired boy interrupted. “He means like- do you have human weaknesses? Like can you see a puppy in danger and stop everything to save it? Do you feel sad at sad movies? Or do you get grossed out when you see a bug?” There was a small moment of hesitation from Yusuke. “Are you ticklish?”

“Well…” Kurama chimed, sitting upright on his ankles, “I do get feelings from my human form. I experience the full spectrum of emotion. I would save that puppy, and sometimes sad movies get me a bit emotional. I don’t very much mind insects, but I’m not a fan of them. I experience laughter and joy as well,” he answered, dodging that last question.

“Oh laughter he does experience indeed,” Hiei interrupted, looking to the boys with an evil smile, “It’s quite easy to incite that experience.”

“Watch your tongue, Hiei,” the redhead growled, “You’re letting too much information go.”

“Oh really? You think I’m revealing too much to our delinquents?” the black haired-demon asked with menace.

“I do. And I think you’re about to let something slip; something with which I would very much not like these hooligans to know.” He rocked forward on his knees, “walking” closer to the fire demon, their faces almost touching, “Lock. Your. Lips,” he demanded.

“Fine,” a Cheshire grin toyed at his lips. “After all, it’s like you’ve always said, Kurama…”

The two delinquents watched Hiei effortlessly push Kurama over, sitting on his waist and holding his wrists above his head with one hand.

“Actions speak louder than words…”

“M-Must we resort to s-s-such childish antics?” there was a new emotion in the fox demon’s voice that neither human had heard before: apprehension. Hiei wiggled his fingers above certain spots, never actually touching down. “These two d-dohohont need to sehehehee what you’re-mmh!- talking abohohohout.”

Kurama sounded like he was fighting off giggling, but his voice was still low and demanding. The usual bass was still present, but the sweet chuckles slipping out gave it a more charming sound.

Hiei remained silent, his fingers finally touching down to wiggle against Kurama’s underarms.

“Agh- Hihihihiehehei-plehehehehease - pffhehehehe- plehehehehease behehe cihihihivil.”

Absolute silence was the fire demon’s reply, causing Kurama’s face to flush a bit in embarassment, his laughter being the only sound in the room.

“S-Say an-ngh-ahahanythihihihing y-you heheheathehen!” the red-haired demon all but begged.

The two human boys watched with fervor, stars in their eyes glistened as they took in the beautiful reality in front of them.

Kurama is ticklish. Kurama is ticklish. Kurama is ticklish.

Kurama is ticklish!

With a bout of urgency, Kuwabara jumped to his feet, rescuing the copy of Great Expectations and dropped a bookmark in it. He sat back down next to Yusuke, holding the book securely.

“Hihihihieheheihihi!” the fox demon whined. “Plehehehehease!”

“Please what? You told me to be quiet, and I’m obeying your command,” the black-haired demon replied. “Don’t blame me; tickling you was too easy of an opportunity to pass up.”

The redhead turned his head to the side, hoping to hide his face. The pink tint on his cheeks was prevalent, further signifying his pure embarrassment. As Hiei moved his hand down to Kurama’s tummy and sides, the fox demon got a bit of a breather. He wasn’t the most ticklish there, but it still got some giggles out of him.

“Oh dear, what a pity that you aren’t ticklish here. It would’ve been quite amusing to see you curl up around my hand,” Hiei teased, letting his fingers rake up and down the other’s middle.

“Jesus…” the green-haired boy murmured in a high-octaved voice. “Being tickled by Hiei is a death sentence.” he felt dizzy even looking at it…

“I heard that, Yusuke,” Hiei reported. “Don’t think you’re off the hook.”

Poor Yusuke’s eyes widened. What did he do?!

The fire demon grew bored, opting to move his hand down and pinch at the fox demon’s hips. Kurama’s eyes bugged out as his breath hitched a bit. He fell into deep belly laughter as Hiei released his arms and dug in with both hands.

“H-Hihihiehehehei yohohOHOHOU bahHAHAHAstahahard!”

No reply once more. What a cruel, cruel man!

Kurama threw his head back against Yusuke’s pillow and squealed, beautiful laughter pouring from his lips. “HihihiehEHEHEhei!”

“What’s wrong?” An innocent inquiry. “Ticklish?” A menacing rhetorical.

“M-Mohohove- HYEAHAHAHA! MohohOHOhove spohOHOHots!”

“Hmph, your human form is such a weakling,” he murmured, causing Kurama’s blush to deepen, “as you wish.”

The fire demon’s hand found their way to the fox demon’s thighs, taking refuge and squeezing there. Kurama shot upwards and tried to push at the hands assaulting his hyper-ticklish thighs. The poor redhead could only fall backwards and squirm, hoping to escape.

“NONONONO! NOHOHOHO! NOHOHOHOT THEHEHEHERE!”

“Oh? Not… here? But I could have sworn that you had said to move spots. It’s not nice to make requests you don’t want fulfilled.”

“Man, Hiei is ruthless,” Kuwabara reported over Kurama’s frantic giggling, placing the book safely on the floor next to him.

“Hmph. Serves Kurama right for always tickling me,” Yusuke pouted through pursed lips.

“YUHUHUHUSUHUHUKEHEHE! KUHUHUWABAHAHAHRAHAHA! HEHEHEHELP MEHEHE!” Kurama all but begged.

The two boys smiled as they stood to their feet and spectated from a higher angle. This side of Kurama was one that only they would be lucky enough to see. His sweater had ridden up a bit, revealing the soft skin of his torso, flushed pink from the previous contact of ticklish fingers. His face was pinker than his shirt, and little tears of mirth dotted the corners of his eyes.

“Aw man, Kurama, you look adorable!” Yusuke chirped. “Of course I’ll help you out.” the spirit gun user chimed as he softly swiped his fingers across the fox demon’s neck.

Well, that did it.

Kurama exploded into cute laughter. Not knowing which person to arch away from, he simply let his head hit the pillow as he boomed with laughter. His chuckles were breathy and desperate, with little hiccups and stutters adorning them.

“YOHOHOHOU TWOHOHOHO AHAHAHRE AWFUHUHUHUL! IHIHIHI- *Hic* IHIHIHI CAHAHAHANT-“

“Guys-“ Kuwabara attempted.

“Awww, poor Kurama,” Yusuke teased in a baby voice, eyes closed in glee.

“Hey, guys!-“

“QUIHIHIHIHIT IHIHIHIT! *snort* IHIHIHITS TOHOHOHOO MUHUHUHUCH!”

“Perhaps you should have thought about that before you spoke to me with such poison on your tongue,” Hiei replied, focusing on squeezing with dexterity.

“CMOHOHOHOHON!! ST-STOHOHOHOP ALREHEHEHEADY!”

“HIEI! URAMESHI!”

The two males stopped their assault immediately, looking at an angry orange-haired boy. Their attention had been dwindled from Kurama for a few seconds..

“You have to give him a break. He’s tired! Can’t you tell he’s had enough?”

When the three looked back upon Kurama, the two humans felt a chill run down their spines. In place of his previously fiery-red hair, long, white strands adorned his head. Large, fuzzy ears twitched before he sat upward, pushing his two assailants off of him.

Before he could register it, Yoko pounced, and their positions were switched. Yusuke was now pinned under the demon effortlessly, squirming in anticipation.

“Now, now, Yusuke,” his smooth voice had murmured. “It seems you know what’s in store for you…”

The boy swallowed. Kuwabara backed up, grabbing a starstruck Hiei and pulling him off of the bed.

“Now, tell me,” Yoko demanded. “What is the difference between myself and my pathetically sensitive human form?”

The spirit gun user squirmed a bit in anticipation. “Y-You have claws?”

A rumbling laugh escaped the white-haired demon. “Astute observation, Yusuke, but that was not the answer I was seeking.”

Yusuke’s body squirmed and squirmed, trying to free himself as Yoko’s hand descended and rested atop of his tummy.

“Shuichi experiences human emotions, and I do not,” Yoko whispered calmly. “And among those emotions…”

Yusuke all but screamed when he felt the demon’s claws begin their ticklish assault on his sides. It was 100x worse than Shuichi’s more gentle approach. His bottom instantly arched up from the bed as helpless laughter poured from his lips.

“Is mercy…”

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#t content #yyh #yu yu hakusho #yyh live action #yu yu hakusho live action #kurama yu yu hakusho #yu yu hakusho Kurama #yyh Kurama #Kurama yyh #hiei yu yu hakusho #yu yu hakusho Hiei #yyh Hiei #Hiei yyh #yu yu hakusho tickle #yyh tickle #Lee!kurama #ler!hiei #ticklish!kurama

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cowpokezuko · 6 months

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I recognize that the f/f vs m/m slap fight is pointless and a stupid way of creating division between queer people but ooooo it gets under my skin. It's fine actually if people, esp. lesbians and sapphics who are into f/f content feel underrepresented in fandom because they often ARE. I don't agree with blaming m/m creators, it's not their fault at all, but it's also valid to feel like sapphic content can be hard to find because it's often outnumbered ten to one in most fandoms. This issue largely stems from the lack of complex female characters in a lottt of media with big fandoms, which is not the fault of m/m shippers, but the original creators. There is also a case to be made that stories about women tend to get less attention than media about dudes, which is a larger, cultural problem that isn't specific to fandom but rather a symptom of a patriarchal society, so they don't have a chance to build the fandoms of male dominated media. We are finally starting to learn that straight white guys are not actually the default person, so I have a lot of faith that this issue will change with the times.

This is part of the reason I will always be a supporter of genderbending or transing characters or making your own ocs. If there aren't the type of character you want to see in the media you like, just say fuck it and change it. Characters are entirely fake and can be bent to your will. Once you get over that hurdle, suddenly everything can be about lesbians if you want.

It's absolutely understandable to feel like no one gets you and no one else feels the things you feel, but someone else does and it may just take a little digging to find it, and if you can't find it, make it! Yes it's awesome to eat the cake that someone else makes, but you can't simply pout your way into other people making cake for you. The audience for f/f content is undeniably smaller than the audience for m/m content, but there are so many passionate and creative people making sapphic cakes, and once you find them, it feels fantastic. And who knows, maybe YOU'LL make the thing that gets someone else to start loving f/f ships. If you're not an artist or writer, you can still talk to them about their ideas and support their work or hey even commission them to make exactly what you want to see in the world! What a great way to help your favorite artists and writers make more of the things you love to see.

TL:DR I just think it's very odd for a space predominantly inhabited by queer people and women to get so reactionary when people express dissatisfaction with the amount and quality of representation, even in the niche of fandom. Also cook your own food and find people to nerd out with.

#WOW I had a lot more to say about this than I thought I did #queer solidarity #4 eva #slap fighting #Do I think there's internalized misogyny in fandom? absolutely but I don't want to kick that hornets nest #mlm #wlw #f/f #m/m #ships #fandom things #fandom culture #haikyuu #star wars #lesbians

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Ooooo! I really love hearing your analysis on 5ds characters (we really need more 5ds content here man lol) and I would like to know your thoughts on Luna/Ruka's character and how she practically became unimportant. Like, her ability to communicate with duel monster spirits (shouldn't that be another variation of psychic abilities?? i could've sworn it was mentioned by Sayer/Divine but I could be wrong... they should've definitely explored the concept of psychic duelists as a whole if they were meant to be so important btw) and being some sort of empath(?) (not sure if that's the correct word), and also being a prodigy at a young age but was quite sickly growing up... I feel like the writer's missed a chance to develop her character more post-Dark Signers arc and I'm wondering what you would want for Luna/Ruka if there was a chance to put ideas on the table. Ahh sorry for my rambling. I'm very invested in 5ds but there are some parts that do not fit together or are unexplained or underdeveloped so reading your posts and analysis makes me feel as though I'm not the only one who feels that way despite loving the show so much since I was a kid. Thank you!! have a good day!

Hiiiii thank you! I'm so glad you enjoyed my analyses. Believe it or not I have a lot of fun writing them (I may be a slight masochist). Also, absolutely agree. Like, I know the show is over a decade old at this point so I guess it's natural that less people are into it now, but I really wish more people posted about it, too...

Ah, dear, sweet Ruka. I would love to answer your ask bullet point by bullet point, but to tell you the truth, I wanted to write a full analysis on the twins, anyway! So I hope you can forgive me, but I'll save all my big talking points for when I get to that! That said, YES, poor girl was completely underutilised, she's got so many interesting concepts going for her that just didn't go anywhere. The spirit world connection is the worst offender imo because that was such a uniquely Ruka thing. Not to speak of the psychics-topic. The concept was so woefully underexplored—hell, even on Aki's end, who has even more of a reason to have that topic addressed in her character arc, we barely get anything.

I'll save what I would have done differently for Ruka when I get to write my big thing about the twins, though. One thing's for sure, I wouldn't have ditched the spirit world and I would have actually cleared up whether she has some variation of psychic powers or whether she's just extraordinary in a different way.

No need to apologise for rambling! Rambling about 5Ds is the name of the game on this blog and everyone's welcome to yell along with me. After all, I'm just as invested in this show. It's always good to find someone like-minded!

You have a good day as well, thank you for this sweet ask!

#yugioh 5ds #ask the orchid #ruka (5ds)#orchid rambles #I hope this isn't too dissatisfying #but I really don't want to risk repeating things I'll end up addressing in the twins post!#I really wanna dig into these two

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lu-twilights-pup · 2 years

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Yan Time Hc? 👉👈

Ooooo yes-

DISCLAIMERS

Obsessive behavior, obsessive thoughts, Yandere, unhealthy mindset, violence, stalking, suggestive content

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YANDERE! TIME

The first time the two of you met was nothing special, at first, it was an accident

You had bumped into him on the street and he grabbed you before you fell.

You offered a smile and quick ‘thank you’ before continuing

But Time just stood and stared after you, your smile having stitched itself into his mind

The second time was not on acccident

He had to see more of that smile and made it a point to figure out your daily route in hopes of seeing it again, but you didn’t know this yet

Watching from a far, listening and helping as needed

Fixing windows that locked, which was very unsafe,

keeping your spare key because under a rock isnt a very clever hiding spot, its safer with him

But one night he lost track of his watch.

He had heard a cry and scream in the distance, and found a figure being chased by stall children through the night

Killing the things, and saving the figure, he froze as you sat on the ground, tear pouring form your face

And oh no no no no no no

The second he saw that smile peak through the glass tears it was all over

What else was he to do? How could he not keep help this absolute darling of a little lamb

There isnt a single way that that smile was for anyone other than him

You had never looked at anyone like that other than him, and you shouldn’t

His little lamb, such a precious little thing still learning how to walk in the world

A precious little thing you were

You would see more of him after that

You would actually see mainly him after that

He wouldnt let you stray too far from his side

He would tell you anything you asked of him, of his adventures, and quests and magic items and such

You would wish to go with him to see some of these places

After finding out how often you are to travel, especially during the night, no no no you aren’t going anywhere

And he would use that a little bit, after all he knows much more about the cryptic things of Hyrule

A small white lie is worth keeping you all to him self, where you are meant to be

Something about stall children coming back until who ever they chase is dead

A bit morbid, but the look of fear on your face that gripped his heart paled in comparison to the look of hope and need you gave him when he offered to escort you where ever you needed to go

He would drag himself half dead through the lengths of the sacred realm to see it again

You would plead with him that ‘as a hero he must have more important tasks’

But he would reassure you that you were the most important thing to him

You are the only thing that matters to him

The more you traveled, the more he was with you, and soon it wasn’t just in the night

Any chance he gets, he will be by your side, to protect you

To shelter you from those horrible things of the world he told you of

To take in that smile and keep it all to himself

You were all his after all, why would you need to see anyone else?

He would use his imposing size to ensure that

Almost always standing just a bit behind you, giving his best glare to those who interacted with you

He has no issue showing just how much he adores you to others when they are present

A demanding innocent hand on the lower back, a heavy arm around the waist, a dip down to whisper something to you to make sure your attention quickly returned to him.

If he was feeling especially threatened, which he would never be because you were undeniably his and his alone, a small kiss was in order, eyes trained completely on the intruder.

It was a whole different story for those who were less kind and goddesses help anyone who made you cry

He had no issue showing someone out or away from your sight and ‘reminding’ them personally where they stand in reference to you

And never would you see a drop of blood on him, you had no need to worry about such things, you just simply had to be

And if you ever ask him if he had ever killed someone, he would simply chuckle

You would get no answer but a kiss on your head, and silently he would smile, and think ‘for you my lamb, anyone’

He wouldnt let you leave him. Not ever.

If you tried to it would not be very fun sadly.

For a man encased in armor, he was fast and silent.

You wouldnt make it very far into the woods, his woods, before you became lost.

Even the trees knew you to be his, and would guide you back to him, and him back to you.

He would ask of the woods its most heinous creatures, its biggest howls and darkest corners.

And soon, oh so soon, you would come running into his arms.

Glass tears in eyes, look of hope and need plastered across your features

The forest is dangerous little lamb, but dont worry, he is here for you.

He will keep you safe from all of those scary shadows and gangly beasts.

You need nothing more than him. He will keep you to himself, its better that way, its where he knows you belong, lamb.

#linked universe #linkeduniverse #lu #time linked universe #Yandere time #hall has words #linked universe headcanons #lu headcanons

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mlmvoreconfessionals · 2 years

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Ooooo! Loved the Cap and Bruce posts you just did <3 Could I ask for some T.hor vore? Hes so rad! As.gard gods are perfect as pred or prey! Could we have, like, pred T.hor with pec and pit vore and a prey T.hor with oral?

I can do something for those, yeah!

T.hor has to do more than just work out in order to fuel his muscles. They're powerful and impressive, of course, but any mortal can get like that if they really wanted to. In order to get size like his, one has to take the mass from somewhere. On A.sgard, that usually involved a fight to the death of some kind, where the winner was allowed to claim the loser. On Earth, however, T.hor finds that it's much easier to simply take what he wants. Even the strongest human is nothing to him, so it's hardly worth fighting if he knows the outcome already. Mortals can be rather easy to woo as well, especially for someone like T.hor, so he often doesn't even need to get aggressive with them. For instance, he found a human gym during a training day and decided to put it to use. The equipment would break if he tried to use it, so he had no interest in it. Instead, he went to the locker room, shedding his shirt and exposing his muscular torso. It got the attention of some of the other men, and with the right encouragement, T.hor had them coming over to him. He's happy to show off a bit for them--they deserve to get a look at what they're adding to, what their lives will be ending for improve--with a bit of flexing. One man even manages to snap a picture of him on his phone. That's when he's brought in with a large hug, face planting into T.hor's thick, fuzzy chest. The other gymgoers watch as the hug becomes tighter, and the man gets his entire head wedged between those massive pecs. T.hor folds his arms behind his head and grins, flexing his chest over and over, each one pulling the man deeper inside. He can tell he's excited the rest of the gymgoers....of his prey, so he coaxes another two forward, letting them plant their faces into his hairy pits. Just like his pecs, their heads sink inside with ease, and he just as he flex his arms to suck them deeper. A locker room of at least eight men slowly loses those numbers, none of them resisting as they feed a god's muscle. T.hor gets two packed away in each arm and four in his pecs, leaving high muscle bulging with their forms tightly packed away inside. He goes to the mirror in the locker room and flexes his godly muscles. In an instant, all eight men are crushed into nothing. Mortals are simply that weak compared to T.hor--it takes almost nothing for him to end their lives, but they give so much in return, as the god watches his chest and arms bulk out with new mass and power. He lets out a content sight, spares a thank you for those mortals, and heads out without his shirt--it won't fit anyway, and if he can lure in some extra meals, that's all the better.

T.hor must have gone crazy. That's what it is, surely. After all, when the mortal at the bar asked to eat him, he thought it was a joke. But the way the man drooled and the rumble of his stomach told a different story. T.hor still didn't think anything of it and simply said yes. The random mortal wasted no time and started, grabbing his legs and working him into those drooling jaws feet first. T.hor could have resisted at any moment--even a predator mortal would be easy to escape for him. But as those drooling jaws slide up his legs, and he's lifted from his seat with the entire bar watching, he can't help but find himself blushing. This human is ravenous, a hunger like a god's! He's sinking deeper now that he's up in the air, his waist and hands sliding down the hatch, then his stomach disappearing, and then his pecs. Even as his head sinks down, his vision framed by the mortal's jaws, T.hor knows he could escape with ease...but as those jaws shut, he knows he doesn't want to, and a final gulp sends him sliding down. The mortal takes up T.hor's seat, belching deeply and taking the god's beer to drink. Despite the sight, the bar goes back to normal, and T.hor is left curled up in some random mortal's stomach, his own beer pouring down on his head. Did the mortal even know who he'd eaten? Did he care? T.hor can feel the occasional rub, but otherwise, the mortals' attitude is completely nonchalant. Somehow, that only makes T.hor enjoy this more. Surely some mortal couldn't digest his godly figure, right? But as the night winds down, the human's stomach gets louder and works harder. He belches in the bartender's face a few times, which is met with some apologies and a few pats to his gut. Two more beers and the human would stumble out of the bar, find himself in the alley behind it, and pass out from the booze and the food. All the while, T.hor was left stewing in that caustic pit, knowing he wouldn't make it out of there alive. Come morning, the human would wake up and waddle to his car, grumbling of a hangover while his stomach sloshes back and forth, still broiling with godly chyme. He'd belch up a skull in his car, regard it with a disgusted face, and toss it out the window before driving off. It was a pitiful end for T.hor...and yet, somehow, he'd never imagined one more satisfiying.

#v.ore #male vore #mlm vore #m/m v ore #gay vore #vore prompts #male vore prompts #pec vore #pit vore #oral vore #digestion #fatal vore #instant digestion #superherovore #thorvore #ask

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