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Okay run away Hiccup but he runs away after the red death cuz heâs like ânah fuck you lot you only like me cuz I lost my leg or sum shit idfkâ and years later (Rtte era) Toothless is found by the dragon riders and taken back to Berk against his will and then Hiccup shows up with a mask on and shit so no one on Berk knows itâs him yeah and then basically him and Stoick beat the shit out of each other cuz Hiccup is trying to get Toothless back and half way through the fight Hiccupâs mask gets knocked off and Stoick is like âomg SON!!?!?â And then he refuses to fight him and itâs really sad and emotional and then Hiccup gets Toothless and leaves again and did I mention that I just watched act one of arcane season 2 and the broken up family trope has me fucking sobbing
#NOT OKAY#IM GONNA DRAW THIS#I THINK#httyd#how to train your dragon#hiccup#hiccup haddock#httyd hiccup#Stoick#stoick how to train your dragon#stoick whump#hiccup whump#runaway Hiccup#run away hiccup#hiccup httyd
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Hiccup makes himself a cane and keeps cannisters of flightmare mist in it like the madman he is for possible escapes when he's unable to run
#cant run for your life? no problem! just freeze the people chasing you and pathetically limp away#httyd#hiccup haddock#httyd headcanon#rtte#moth.txt#deyas dragons#i just rlly think the fact there r not one nut TWO dragons with temporary paralysis defenses is something criminally underutilized
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(Who wants to be a millionare format) What are they doing?
A) Having a staring contest
B) Playing Maces and Talons in their heads
C) Undressing each other with their eyes
D) All of the above
#*throws shitpost at you and runs away*#art#httyd#rtte#hiccup haddock#viggo grimborn#rtte viggo#vigcup#the clothes I gave them are so generic I can't even place them in a specific era đđđ
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I can't stop thinking about how Astrid says to Hiccup "Figure out which side you're on", and a short while later, after bonding with Toothless, he goes to the cove with the full intent of running away with Toothless. He chose his side and it wasn't Berk or his father, it was Toothless, a dragon that he was taught to fear his entire life. It's really sad to think about the fact that Hiccup had been treated so terribly his whole life that he was going to run away with a dragon that he had known for maybe a month. And it didn't even seem like Hiccup had any difficulty choosing Toothless over Berk/Stoick
#hiccup haddock#hiccup horrendous haddock iii#how to train your dragon#httyd#httyd hiccup#hiccup and toothless#toothless#hiccup deserved so much better#justice for hiccup because wtf berk??#its really not surprising that hiccup constantly put the riders in dangerous to protect dragons in rtte#hiccup definitely is an âI might forgive but I'll never forgetâ kinda guy#astrid hofferson#snotlout jorgenson#ruffnut thorston#tuffnut thorston#fishlegs ingerman#stoick the vast#hiccup and stoick#hicctooth#does astrid know that hiccup was going to run away? cause its literally never mentioned again#petition to have a short film set some time between httyd 1 and 2 where they discuss the mistreatment of hiccup#they way they mention hiccups insecurities but never really TALK about hiccups insecurities
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This drawing had been in my wip folder for a month because i never liked how i draw their faces :p
gradient maps and color balance layers my beloveds <3
#hijack#frostcup#hiccup horrendous haddock lll#jack frost#kiss kiss fall in love#after the kiss jack runs away to avoid the consequences of his actions
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Finally, for the first time in my entire life, my brain has shut the fuck up
Thank someone's god
#adhd#twotalesmentalhealth#medicated#it's so quiet#couldn't sleep though so I hope that goes away when I get used to it#despite not sleeping I wasnât flustered at all this morning even when our kid didn't want to go to school#even when P was running late and I had to drop him off before taking O to daycare as opposed to the other way around#yeah took that hiccup to our routine like a fucking champ when normally I'd be a bit overwhelmed#and knowing I have ocd is helping just going âoh those thoughts are just my ocdâ really helps - its not me me its my ocd
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Owe Me Nothing by Yours Truly
(AO3)
âWhy did you leave?â
Hiccup didnât really know what to say to that. There were a lot of reasons, really. Toothless was just the breaking point. Heâd spent so much time running, thinking life would be better on Berk without himâhe didnât really think on the why he left.
âI donât know,â he replied simply.
â
âShut up, Hiccup, you owe me this.â
âI donât owe you anythingââ
âFor kidnapping me, remember?â At that mention, he was silenced. It was peaceful, deceivingly so. If they both didnât know better, it might have been domestic.
The silence however instead was just left with everything that could be. Everything that couldâve been.
She looked particularly soft in this limelight. Her eyes sparkled with a sense of innocence, something untainted yet untamable. Like a river with no end. It was everything Hiccup couldâve wanted.
It was also everything Hiccup loathed, in a sort of looking back kind of way. She reminded him too much of Berk, of the unsustainable suffocation that came with it. With the disdain he noticed before everything.
And she just had to ruin it by saying something, didnât she?
âWhy did you leave?â
Hiccup didnât really know what to say to that. There were a lot of reasons, really. Toothless was just the breaking point.
Heâd spent so much time running, thinking life would be better on Berk without himâhe didnât really think on the why he left.
âI donât know,â he replied simply.
It feels like both a step in the right direction and the wrong one. He had spent so long running away from that life, it felt like losing. It felt too much like the feeling he had spent running away from.
Or more accurately, flying away from.
None of them wanted to say anything anymore, in fear of ruining what peace this moment held. Tomorrow, he was sure that theyâd be at each other throats again, sparring over whatever small issue they had that day.
They had to live together now, didnât they?
They couldnât go back anymore. It felt wrong to think that to Hiccup though. To him, Astrid had always been the better of the two of them.
She was always the image of the perfect Shieldmaiden. Something so far, something untouchable.
Everything about this moment felt wrong, but also felt so right. âWhy donât you want to go back?â
Hiccup wanted to laugh derisively at the comment. Instead, he just stayed silent. He was aged the same amount as she was, and while she stayed the same.. somewhat.
He had grown, he had used his wits, the ones that he was mocked for, and thought about it critically.
He found that in the moments where they werenât sparring each other with the nearest weapon, or whatever could constitute as one. He would listen to anything sheâd say.
Even after all these years, he was still smitten by herâby the power she carried with her, with everythingâthe unlimited and unending bliss that was a person.
Except hers felt wider, more full, something indescribable. Something he didnât want to define for himself just in case heâd break the illusion.
âI donât know.â
âAfter all these years, you really still are an idiot, huh, Hiccup?â
He would be insulted, if he didnât hear the unmistakable fondness that came with, not like the cruel remarks of his peers, of those back on Berk.
âI guess I am.â
For the first time in a really long time, he smiled. It wasnât the forced smiles he put up with with the rest of everyone. Not like the seriousness he did when he went around as the Dragon Conqueror or whatever name they gave him in that area of the sea.
Astrid felt the need to support him. It was some old instinctive, maybe even stupid instinct in her. Something old and that never really died as she grew into who she was today.
Something the bitterness of the world could not take from her. She didnât know what she was doing, but she did it anyway.
It felt like a hidden force was driving her. It felt elusive, like a drive to do something, it felt like the feeling of being drunk but on something else.
âYou donât owe them anything, you know?â
âWhat?â
âYou donât owe anyone on Berk anything.â She didnât really know what she was saying anymore, maybe it was some hidden bitterness within her from being offered as sacrifice, maybe it was something else, but she felt the need to say something.
âI know that,â he said, but she didnât believe him at all. There was a small crack in his voice, somethingâa small look into the boy she knew all that time ago.
And she couldnât help but wonder what could have been, if he wouldâve become better under the villageâs tutelage, if they cared enough to see what they were doing in place of cruel jokes, which while she never participated she was definitely complacent in.
âYou donât owe anything to them either,â he whispered back.
She didnât dain that with a response as he threw something into her. A storm that was brewing for a long time already.
Discontent perhaps. Or maybe she saw into the broken and wretched hearts within Berk, something that Hiccupâs death worsened.
Where all the cracks started growing leaving something ugly in its wake.
The Berk they both grew up in was long gone by now, or maybe it never existed. And a small part of her, no matter how small, wanted to give in to the promise of that. The promise Hiccup offered.
Running away.
But another part of her, the one that was a sharpened mind, with everything she held dear, didnât want to do that.
They had a chance now. The fight in her about this particular topic was fading, her hatred of dragons simmering into something more sensible, something softer.
The same sentiment that Hiccup shared.
The same sentiment that drove him to do all the things he did.
She just didnât know what that meant for her. She didnât know if that meant she was just like him, a person who abandoned her home for ideals.
Something, even if she did see the value in, she promised she would never do.
Hiccup may have been in the skies, but she was on the ground. Hiccup may have seen, but he didnât see what was going on like she did.
âIâm sorry.â
And she didnât know what she was sorry for, but she knew she was sorry.
They didnât speak a word after, only getting beside each other and holding each other until it was morning, before everything started again.
#httyd#fanfic#ubuntuify writes#hiccstrid#sacrifice au#yes (another one)#'cause why not?#hiccup runs away#of course he does#how to train your dragon#how to train your dragon fanfic
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Hey! Maybe you shouldâve thought about it more before pressing post!
(In all honesty Iâm at your feet begging for mercy, my life is yours????? Iâm sobbing lmao)
The three weeks it took for Luke Castellanâs wounds to heal.
Pairing: Luke Castellan x Apollo!Reader
Summary: Luke comes back from his quest defeated and angry, and refuses to let anyone see him. But he still needs tending to. You are the lucky sucker who gets to do so.
Content: post-quest angsty luke, reader is awkward, i use the word underât at one point because i think im shakespeare or some shit
Word Count: 7.6k
Notes: Pushing the agenda that lukes scar is gnarrly like itâs nasty !! not just some faint lil line. the boy was attacked by an actual dragon, like pls. also this hasnât been proofread so sorry if it doesnât make sense
part two
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The spring that Luke Castellan spent on his quest was a strange one for the residents of Camp Half-Blood.
For years, campers knew who to go to whenever they needed advice. When they needed help. They knew who to direct the new campers to when they stumbled over the boundary line â and knew they were in good hands. Lukeâs hands. He was the big brother the whole camp needed, and not just because he was older than most of them. He just had that aura â and he was undoubtedly kind to everyone he came across. Not to mention the guy was insane with a sword, and had this boyish charm that anyone would fall for. Most campers, if not all of them, looked up to Luke Castellan.
So when he left, nobody knew what to do.
It was pretty tame at first, mostly just awkward. Especially in the Hermes cabin, with Chris Rodriguez in charge in his brother's absence. A Hephaestus kid had taken over the sword fighting classes Luke usually ran, which proved to do more harm than good because he wasnât all that great at using a sword than he was at forging them, and most of Lukeâs students were already better than him.
But nothing went wrong â at least for the first week.
But after the initial awkwardness wore off, chaos ensued.
Chris couldnât keep the Hermes kids in check â once they realised he wasnât as authoritative as Luke, they began to use it to their advantage. Everyone got pranked, the camp store was raided three times before Chiron decided to close it down for the meantime and dishwashing duty every night was not slowing them down.
You hadnât realised just how much the camp relied on Luke until he wasnât there to keep things under control. Fights broke out with nobody to step in between them, and more and more kids were showing up to the infirmary with injuries that they could take care of themselves â something Luke wouldâve told them to do instead of bothering you and your siblings. It was actually unbelievable how much a group of about a hundred half-gods relied on the steady hand of one seventeen year old boy.
You couldnât wait until he got back so you could finally get some peace and quiet.
Luke didnât return to camp for two and a half weeks, and as the days went by, campers began to get uneasy. Nobody knew what his quest had entailed, or where he had to go, so the longer they went without news the more antsy people got. You didnât speak to Luke much â maybe a few shared sentences to be polite â but you knew what he was capable of. You tried your best to reassure the campers, as did your brother Lee and the rest of the Cabin Counsellors.
You knew Luke would come back. You knew he would stumble down that hill with his head held high and meet the group of campers waiting for him at the bottom. You knew there would be a celebration, a party, and a lot of kids out past curfew. But you knew Chiron would let it off, because Luke Castellan was back.
Except thatâs not what happened. At all.
It was a warm day, and you were helping some of your younger siblings make friendship bracelets by the lake. Your camp shirt clung to the sweat on your back and you peeled it off with a grimace whenever you stood, straightening out your shorts and checking on the next kid. They seemed happy enough to be in the sun â really, you shouldâve been too. Child of Apollo and all. But apparently your father wasnât feeling the love for you today, because while the rest of your siblings were thriving, you were seconds away from jumping into the lake just to cool down â even if it pissed off the Naiads.
Thankfully, when you stood up once more and looked over the horizon, you saw your brother Aden jogging towards you. You took the opportunity to hide under the shade of the trees by meeting him halfway, and greeted him with a breathless, âHey.â
He spoke your name with a nod and a smile, throwing a thumb over his shoulder, âChiron needs you in the Big House. Looked serious. Iâll take over here.â
âOh, Okay.â You nodded, turning to the kids and telling them youâd be back as soon as you could, before marching your worn converse through the grass and up to where the house sat on the edge of the hill.
Chiron was in the doorway when you reached the porch, sat in wheelchair form and wearing a grim look. You paused, worried. He nodded at you, âThank you for coming on such short notice. Usually I wouldnât do this, butâŚdesperate times. Follow me.â
You followed as he led you down the hall, brows furrowing, âWhat's going on? Is everything okay?â
He looked at you with a serious expression, saying your name lowly, âI need you to ensure that what I am about to tell you will never leave the walls of this house. Nobody needs to know about this until we have deemed it appropriate.â
âOf course.â You said immediately, folding your arms. You werenât so warm anymore. âWhat happened?â
He straightened up, and stared, âLuke Castellan is back from his quest.â
That was not what you expected him to say. Dropping your arms to your side and stepping forward slightly, âWhat? Since when?â
âTen minutes ago, give or take.â He replied, brows in a concerned furrow, âMr D has taken him upstairs. He is injured.â
âRight.â You nodded, âIâll go andââ
âWait, child.â You stopped, one foot on the bottom step of the stairs, looking back at him, âYou must know something.â
Chiron took in a deep breath, eyes glossed over like whatever he was about to say weighed heavily on him, âHe isâŚnot in good condition. On top of his injuries, Luke is unfortunatelyâŚnot in a good state of mind. His quest has affected him, and he requested quite adamantly that nobody should see him until he is ready to see them. I will respect his wishes, of course, but he will still need someone to tend to his wounds. That will be you.â
âMe?â Youâd never shared a full conversation with the guy. Maybe some small talk, a polite smile here and there, but you were hardly acquainted, let alone friendly. You told him this.
âExactly my point.â Was his reply, head held high, âLuke does not want to talk to anyone at the moment, and Iâm sure if any of his friends were to be up there, they would simply coddle him. You, on the other handâŚâ
âIâm a stranger.â You nodded, âOf course. Right. I get that. So, you just want me to patch him up, act like it never happened? I can do that.â
âNot exactly, my child.â
You raised a brow.
âLukeâs injuries are quite extensive. He will need around the clock care until he is healed enough. He will also need someone to bring him food, clean clothes.â
âOh, so you want me to nanny him.â
He chuckled, but it faded just as quickly as it came, âUnfortunately, he needs it.â
You pursed your lips. It didnât seem all that hard â it was just like having any other camper in the infirmary. Only this one, everyone was on the edge of their seats waiting for, and you werenât allowed to tell anyone he was a mere fifty feet away from them, curled up in a bed in the Big House.
No biggie.
i. WEEK ONE
Chiron had ushered you up the steps as soon as your conversation was over, and given you directions to the room Luke was in. Your steps were slow and unsure â youâd never been this far into the Big House before, but Mr D stood idly outside one of the doors lining the second floor hallway, arms crossed and face taut. The floorboards creaked under the weight of your foot when you reached the landing, and he looked up at you.
âHeâs in there.â He pointed to the door in front of him, âCareful, heâs a short fuse right now. All the medical thingamabobs you need are in there already. Keep your mouth shut about this.â
Then he slid past you and down the stairs without another word, and you were left alone in the empty hall. Blinking hard to clear your head, you stood a few measly steps toward the door, stopping just outside of it and leaning your ear against the wood.
Nothing tangible. Mostly just the scraping of wood against the skin of your ear, and once you had stopped moving, there was nothing. No mutters, no bed creaks, not even a sniffle. It unnerves you, but you wrapped a hand around the cold metal of the handle and turned it anyway.
Maybe it was because he had been gone for a while, or maybe it was because you never saw him that much when he was around, but you had to blink away the shock at Lukeâs appearance. Minus the obvious injuries, he just looked different. His skin was tanned and rough, his jaw taut and his hair hanging messily over his forehead, longer bits curling around his ears after going uncut for so long.
He was sitting on the edge of a bed that had been tucked into the corner of the room. There was a window just above it, but a thin curtain had been pulled over it and blocked out the sunlight that was begging to shine on you. The room was dark, but light enough that you could see what you were doing when you walked over to the desk in the other corner and started shuffling through the medical supplies Chiron had left there for you. Not much, but enough for now. You could always get more later.
Turning, you finally made your way over to where Luke was hunched over, staring at nothing. When you entered his line of vision, his dark eyes slid up to yours, and he blinked. Then he sighed, straightened his back and gave you a look that said do what you have to do and then get out.
But you didnât move, not for at least ten seconds. Because while Chiron had told you he was injured extensively, he didnât mention the five inch long scar that ran down the side of his face, cutting through his eye. It was jagged and gnarly, sharp edges carving a path through his skin. It was red all around, and just from looking at it you could tell it needed work. It was fairly new, but he had left it long enough for it to heal over â a thin layer of skin stopping it from bleeding.
He raised his eyebrows at you impatiently, and you nodded, scooting back to the desk and grabbing what you needed before going back to where he sat.
âI, uhâŚI need to get closer.â You were afraid to speak, to break the silence of the room, but you did need to get closer to his face. You waited for him to turn slightly to his left, hitch a leg up on the mattress and face his scar in your direction. Instead, he just slid his legs apart, inviting you to step between them.
And so you did, albeit a little shakily. You didnât know Luke well enough to consider him a friend, but youâd seen enough of him to know that he never acted like this. He was never this quiet â all eyes, slow movements. He was charming, always grinning, always offering a hand. His battle instincts and ADHD made him fidgety like the rest of them, but from where you stood between his thighs, he was as still as a picture. It unnerved you more than the scar on his face did. Youâd seen nasty injuries before, youâd never seen this.
You picked up a gauze, doused it in rubbing alcohol, and started wiping the area. You started on the outskirts, but when you pressed over the edge of the injury, his brows twitched and you let out a weak apology before lessening the grip. You kept your breaths thin and your eyes on your hand, but he wasnât looking at you anyway. He had drifted off again, staring at nothing, and you were scared to break him out of his stupor again.
âHeâs a short fuse.â Mr D had said. But he didnât seem that way right now, sitting back silently and letting you do your work on his face. He wasnât much of anything, if you had to make an assessment. You really wanted to know what happened on his quest, and why he was gone for so long, but you also didnât want to test Mr Dâs words by asking.
âWhat happened?â He didnât say anything, again. You pressed on, âI sort of need to know before I reopen itâŚjust in case somethingââ
âA dragon.â He murmured at once. His voice was rough, like heâd just been screaming. Maybe he had been, and thatâs why Mr D had warned you. But it seemed all his anger had dissipated in the time it took for Chiron to get you and explain the situation. Maybe. âLadon. Poisonous bites.â
So he had been to the Garden of the Hesperides. Presumably to collect some Golden Apples. What for, you didnât know. You werenât going to ask. You just grabbed a scalpel, muttered a quiet, âThis is going to hurt.â, and started cutting down the scar, following its path across his cheek.
Luke hissed hard, not expecting you to dive in so suddenly, and his hand reached out for something to grab. That ended up being your camp shirt, bunching at your waist from where he gripped it between his knuckles. You didnât mind it, but when you put the scalpel down and started to clean the inside of his wound, he adjusted his hand so he was holding the side of your waist instead, eyes clamped shut and feet tapping the wooden floor. You paused momentarily, but you couldnât let him breathe or else it would just hurt more when you went back to work, so you brushed it off and continued your rampage down his face until the whole wound was free of the dirt and grime he had let accumulate inside it while he travelled back to Long Island.
âSorry.â You finally built up the courage to say.
âSâOkay.â He breathed, âMy fault.â
You wiped it over one last time before taping a bandage over the top. You cut it into two bits so he could still see out of his left eye, before stepping back from between his legs and assessing your work. Once you had deemed it good enough, you picked up your supplies and headed back to the desk, feeling Lukeâs hand fall from your side.
âUhââ You really wanted to leave the room now, âI know you probably donât want to talk about it, but how long did you leaveââ
âThree days.â He answered quickly. Chiron had probably already asked him that, and you felt stupid for making him repeat it.
You turned to leave, but then remembered what Chiron had said to you before sending you up to Lukeâs room. You looked at him.
âDo you need anything from your cabin?â You asked, âItâs, uh, kind of my job to get that, if you do.â You turned to face him fully, âOh, and are you hungry? Because I have toââ
âJust some clean clothes, thanks.â He quipped. It wasnât looking like he wanted you around for much longer.
You were quick to leave.
It was hard coming up with an excuse as to why you were stealing clothes from Luke Castellanâs bunk, but you just told them there was a new camper in the Big House and Chiron had run out of spares that morning. They brushed it off, and you ran back up to Luke with the clothes bunched in your arms, and were breathless by the time you dropped them on the bed beside him.
âDid anyone see you?â He asked just as you were about to give him the privacy he needed to change.
You were facing the door when he asked, and turned to answer, but he was already pulling off the marred camp shirt heâd arrived in, revealing his very toned torso. You paused, eyes drifting, but quickly snapped them back up to his awaiting gaze. He didnât seem to care that he was shirtless in front of you, but neither did most boys.
âNo.â You werenât sure how he would react if youâd told him the truth, even though it was harmless. He nodded and started to unbutton his cargos, and you were quick to turn back to the door and yank it open, âOkay, IâllâŚuh, probably be back atâŚlater. Bye.â
The rest of your week was rough to say the least. You had a lot on your plate, and it didnât help when your siblings kept wondering why you were at the Big House three times a day and why you always made a second plate of food at mealtimes. Eventually, it got around that a new camper had arrived, and you were taking care of them. That's when the rumour mill started running.
âI heard they were older, like twenty or something. Apparently theyâre super embarrassed.â
âWell, I heard they were injured super badly on their way into camp, and thatâs why nobodyâs seen them yet.â
âI heard they got violent when Chiron explained the demigod thing and now they have him locked away in the basement!â
So yeah, lots on your plate. You did little to dispel the rumours, not wanting to allude to the truth accidentally, but when you were the only one who knew the truth, it was difficult to hide from those who wanted it too.
But after a few days, you had developed a routine. Wake up, get breakfast, take food to Luke. Check his dressings while he ate and restock your med supplies if needed. Go to whatever task you were running that day, ignore anyone who asked about the new camper, go for lunch. Take lunch to Luke. Check his dressings. Dismiss curious campers. Go to dinner. Take dinner to Luke. Check his dressings. Dismiss curious campers. Lead the campfire sing-along. Check on Luke one more time. Go to bed.
It was a lot, to say the least. But you didnât complain â if you did this top secret doctor work right, Chiron might make you cabin counsellor when your older sister Alina leaves after this summer.
And just as you had, Luke eased into the routine too. Every time you entered his room, with a polite knock, he would be perched on the side of his bed, legs open and inviting.
You wondered if he actually did this for you, or if he just never moved from that position.
Sunday morning was slightly different â as camp activities were more relaxed and you had more time on your hands. You strolled slowly to the Big House after breakfast â rather than your usual sprint so you werenât late to Archery â and knocked politely on the door before cracking it open and heading for the desk. With a plate of food in one hand and a fresh bandage in the other, you made your way over to where Luke sat, readying yourself for another quiet twenty minutes of work. It was quite peaceful, now that youâd gotten used to it. More comfortable, less awkward.
âHi.â
You blinked, almost dropping what you held, but Luke was there to grab the bandage from your hand as your grip loosened in your shock. He attempted a smile, but winced when it pulled at his scar, and chose to nod at you instead.
âUhâŚâ You put the plate down into the bedside table, straightening your shirt, âHi.â
Heâd never said hi before.
He didnât say anything else after that, just let you do what you did, but your mind remained a whirlwind. He said hi. Thatâs a completely normal thing for him to do, and yet you were reeling from it.
Once you had changed his dressings, you headed for the door and allowed him to eat his breakfast. Your hand wrapped around the metal of the handle and turned it, pulling open the wooden door and stepping one foot into the hall before the voice sounded again.
âBye.â
You chuckled this time, not looking back, âBye.â
ii. WEEK TWO
It was an average morning, the blistering sun from last week finally fading and allowing you to walk comfortably outside. You never knew what your dadâs problem with you was last week, but you suspected that it had something to do with the cabin counsellor who slept on the second floor of the Big House with a bandage across his eye.
Like usual, you were heading up the stairs, breakfast plate in hand, ready to give your first checkup of the day. If Luke was healing like he shouldâve been, you wouldnât have to change his dressing at lunch, and you were crossing your fingers that he was.
Pushing the door open with your back, you walked in slowly and headed towards the desk like usual. You grabbed the bandage, made your way over to Luke and put the plate down next to his small lamp. Then you straightened up and put the new bandage under your arm, holding it in place while you moved to unwrap his eye.
Before you could, however, Luke was pulling the bandage from where it was trapped against your ribcage and held it in his own hands. You looked at him, and he gave you a weak smile, âThought itâd be easier if I held it for you.â
You murmured out a thanks and smiled at him, keeping it there even as you peeled back the old dressings and revealed his still healing scar. Usually, it wouldnât take this long for a demigod wound to heal itself, but because Luke had gone so long without nectar or ambrosia â or any form of medical help, that is â it was in worse condition. You had to scrape out the infected skin from it a few days back, and it left Luke blinking hard to try and hide the tears.
Nowadays he seemed to be better â not as broody as he seemed last week. But you always caught him drifting off, staring at nothing. You wondered if he was reliving it, asking himself what wouldâve changed had he done it differently. Your guess? Not much â youâd read up on Ladon the dragon after finding out it was he who caused Lukeâs pain, just in case there was something you needed to know before starting the healing process. He was vicious, not even Hercules could get past him. And while Luke was the best swordsman camp had seen in three centuries, even he would struggle going at Ladon alone.
Once you had redressed his face, you stepped back like you always did, your footfalls sounding out the same metronome as they did three times a day. You wondered if you would wear a mark into the floor from your constant repeating path â door to the desk, desk to the bed, bed to the door. You briefly thought that wouldnât be possible, something like that would take years to indent, but then you looked back at Luke â his forlorn expression, the bandage across his eye and the bags underât â and wondered how long it would be before he could build the courage to stand up from the bed, return to a camp that relied so heavily on his skill set, and take the weight of his failure with him.
He pulled the plate onto his lap and you donât think youâve ever seen someone look so sad while stuffing their face with bacon.
âHey, uh ââ You started, hand on the doorframe in an attempt to look casual. You couldnât just leave him like that, right? âDo youâŚknow â uh, know where the spare practising swords are kept?â A measly excuse, but it had him looking at you again.
He swallowed his food before speaking, âThe wooden ones are in these old boxes in the back of weapon storage, but I think the celestial bronze ones are kept in the Hephaestus cabin now.â
You nodded, tapping your hand against the wood. That didnât work in the way you wanted it to, but you werenât going to force it. So you turned, went to open the door and leave â
âWhy?â
Nevermind!
You whirled around â not too eagerly! You didnât want to scare him off, now â âOh! Uh, some Ares kid snapped one in half the other day, we needed a replacement.â
Luke nodded. Shit, say something else. Get him talking!
âOdd weather weâve been having.â
What?
His lips parted, and he had the gall to look amused, âReally? I hadnât noticed.â
âOh, yeah.â You breathed, humiliated. You pressed your lips together, ready to give up, until a thought came to you, âHey, you havenât been outside in, like, a week.â
Luke nodded, shadows falling across his face like the mere mention of the fact that he hadnât been outside was a painful reminder of his circumstances, âYeah, I, uh, donât think I want anyone to know that Iâm back yet. Not until Iâm healed, yâknow?â
You knew. You also knew that probably wasnât the only reason he refused to let anyone know he was safe in the Big House, but you didnât say that.
âRight, but ââ A breathy chuckle, âYou need, like, sunlight. Fresh air.â
âI donât wanna risk it.â
âOk.â And that was that. You said goodbye, left him to his own devices, and didnât mention the sun thing again for two days.
It was on Wednesday that you finally gave in. Now that youâd put the thought in your own head, you kept noticing the effects that being cooped indoors was having on Luke. His skin, once tanned and glistening under the sun, was paling by the hour. He winced whenever he had to straighten his back, and even though his scar was healing nicely, he seemed to be more sensitive to the pain of it than he was a week earlier.
So on Tuesday night you formed a plan, and on Wednesday morning at breakfast you put it into action. It started with asking Lee â ever so casually, of course â what the activities schedule was looking like. He started yapping about their cabin, and you waited patiently for him to bring up the Amphitheatre. Then, when he said the Apollo kids were training at two, you said â
âI thought we trained at twelve on Wednesdays?â
âNo, thatâs Ares and Hephaestus.â
âOh, but donât they train at four?â
âNo, Hermes and Athena train at four.â
âThen who trains at ten?â
âNobody.â
Bingo.
Luke was halfway through pulling on a pair of shorts when you burst into the room. He jumped, yanking them up the rest of the way before turning to look at you â his face was a mix of shock and unbridled anger until he realised it was you, then it softened into something calmer. But you saw him, even for just a split second, and the animosity in his gaze made you take a quiet step back. It was fearful almost â youâd seen him annoyed, irritated. Youâd even bore witness to the Carden Cross Hot Cross Bun Incident of 2002,
(Carden Cross was this fifteen year old Ares kid. He threw one too many hot cross buns at the Aphrodite table and a then-sixteen-year-old Luke had wrung him out in front of everyone.
Nobody had ever heard Luke raise his voice like that, and Carden avoided everyone for a week straight).
but you had never seen such indignation in his gaze. It was gone in a flash, and you couldâve told yourself it was never there, but it was. You were hit with the humbling realisation that whatever Luke had gone through on his quest was more damaging than you could ever imagine, and no amount of fresh air would change him back to who he was before.
That saddened you, but then you realised he was shirtless again and all morbid thoughts went straight out the window. You grinned at him, âSorry. But we donât have a lot of time.â
He stared at you, then at your hands that were empty of breakfast food or bandages, and asked, âTime for what?â
âFor some fresh air!â You sang, throwing in some jazz hands as if they would wipe the hesitant frown that had graced his features, âPut some shoes on, letâs go!â
He said your name softly, âI canât go outside.â
You straightened up from where you had leaned dramatically into the room and sent him a blank look, eyes still sparkling, âYou can. I checked the schedule, the Amphitheatre is free from ten till twelve and it is currentlyâŚnine forty-five. If we hurry, weâll miss the post-breakfast rush.â
Luke looked a little more at ease now, but he made no move to put his shoes on. His body twitched like he was thinking about it, but when he couldnât come up with a valid excuse to get out of it, he sighed and nodded, âAlright. Doctors orders, I guess.â
âAwesome.â You smiled, âIâll let you get ready.â
It took some convincing, even after youâd gotten him to follow you down the stairs, to get him out the door. But a few firm words (and a couple of threats) and he was basking in the morning sunlight just as youâd planned.
Well â more like squinting painfully. Turns out, after a week and a half in a dark room, it takes a minute to get used to the sunlight again. You ensured nobody was around and took the long way to the Ampitheatre, letting out a content sigh when you knew you were away from prying eyes. Luke seemed more relaxed already, and you could practically see his muscles getting looser.
âDamn.â He muttered, hand over his eyes, âI needed this.â
âYeah.â You spoke over an unattractive snort, âIâm an Apollo kid, I know a Vitamin D deficiency when Iâm looking at one.â
âAlright.â He rolled his eyes at you, amused, and moved towards the steps. He climbed up two before turning and sitting, leaning back on his elbows and blinking at the sky, âThink your dad made it extra sunny just for me?â
âProbably.â You smiled, standing in front of him â but still making sure you werenât blocking the sun from his face. âAfter some convincing from your dad.â
Lukeâs smile faded. His eyes remained closed but his hands tightened into loose fists, âI donât think so.â
Now you were desperate to change the subject. Your eyes darted to the wall, and the rack of swords sitting in its usual spot, âHey, wanna swing some bronze?â
âGods.â He let out a rough laugh, and you grinned in satisfaction, âSwinging Bronze. Havenât heard that in a while.â
You nodded, glad he was back to being somewhat happy, âWe thought we were so cool.â
âWe thought itâd catch on.â
You shared a laugh, and Luke peeked an eye open, looking at you, âHow come we were never friends back then?â
A meek shrug, âWe werenât really friends until a couple of days ago. That's if you even count us as that now.â
He just kept looking at you, and his gaze burned into your skin. You stepped back, closer to the middle of the arena space, âWe never really spoke.â
He looked at you as if he was thinking hard about what you said, and what he was gonna say next. Apparently he came up short, because seconds later he was clicking his tongue and pushing himself up, joining you in the middle of the arena, âAlright. Letâs swing some bronze.â
You let out a shaky breath, nodding. This was going well. He was outside, he was laughing, he was about to pick up a sword for the first time since heâd angrily thrown his own at the porch of the Big House when he got back a week and a half ago.
He handed you a wooden practice sword, and you raised a brow. Usually the wooden ones were for first-timers, or younger kids. He shrugged, you let it go.
Despite the fact that you and Luke had been at camp together for five years, youâd never actually gone one-on-one in a sword fight with him. It was rare that Apollo and Hermes were paired together for activities, since they were the two highest populated cabins, but even when Luke was running the practice he always picked the people he knew the best for demonstrations. You lingered at the back, watching.
So you were slightly nervous, but you also didnât want to show it. Sure, on any normal day Luke would reassure you with kind eyes and that Luke Castellan Smile, but he wasnât exactly himself right now. You swallowed down your nerves, matched his stance, and swung.
Best Sword Fighter in Three Hundred Years â not an exaggeration. His moves were swift, calculated, and he stayed calm the entire time. It was as if he knew everything you were going to do before you did it, and had three counterattacks on the back burner for when you would strike. Your swords clashed every time you made a move and suddenly you realised why he wanted you to use wooden swords â the clang of wood was a lot quieter than the clang of bronze, it was less likely anyone would hear you fighting. It made sense, but you couldnât focus on that when he was practically parrying your thoughts with sweat dripping down his temple.
You held your own, though. You were quite impressed with yourself when you blocked his swipes and sidestepped his jabs. It was making him groan in frustration, and the edges of your mouth perked up. You didnât realise how good you were at this.
Then Luke stumbled. He grunted, righted himself, and swung again. You blocked it, and he steadied his shoulders. You slowed, focusing on the way he heaved for breath, taking in gulps of air, while you were hardly breaking a sweat. The way he kept readjusting his grip on the hilt of his sword, and how his fingers shook on his free hand. He went for you again and you sidestepped him, making him trip up. He didnât fall, but he did let out a long angry groan at his mistake, throwing the sword to the ground in frustration.
You flinched, âLuke.â
âThis was a bad idea.â He snapped. He wasnât looking at you, pacing up and down with his hands in his hair. âWhat the fuck is wrong with me?â
âYouâre still recovering ââ You tried to reason, but he wasnât listening to you.
âIâm the best damn swordsman this camp has ever seen. What the fuck is wrong with me? Why canât I do this? Why ââ
âLuke.â You stopped him with a hand on his shoulder. He looked at you, âItâs okay.â
âNo itâs not.â He gritted through his teeth, âI fail one quest and suddenly I canât do anything anymore? Yeah, thatâs typical.â
You shook your head, âYou just need time to get better.â
âI was better! Better than everyone else here, I ââ He paused, a faraway look in his eyes that unnerved you for a second before he was looking at you again, âI can hear people.â
You perked your ears up. He was right, you could hear the chatter of camp if you listened carefully enough â but it wasnât anything to worry about. They were all doing their own tasks, far away from where they were. If someone was coming, it would be more clear. You told him that, but he shook his head.
âI need to go back. This was a bad idea.â
âHey, itâs okay, we can go ââ
âNo, not we. Me.â He said firmly, a hard look in his gaze that he didnât have before, âIâm going back. Youâre staying here. And Iâm never going anywhere with you again.â
iii. WEEK THREE
You hadnât seen him in five days.
Chiron had pulled you out of Archery to ask about Luke â and why he had seen him storm angrily back into his room and lock the door. You just told him you thought it was best for him to find someone else to take care of him for the time being. You didnât think Luke would want to see you again, ever.
All you wanted was for him to be his old self again. The guy you always saw helping out someone else with a smile on his face, the one who made others laugh and laughed with them. The one who waved at anyone who waved at him. The one who was completely oblivious to the flirting and just thought they were being friendly. The Luke Castellan who everyone gushed about, who everyone loved.
That man up there, with the scar on his face and the look in his eye, wasn't Luke Castellan. And maybe he never would be again, not completely. But he could come close â he could still smile, he could still laugh.
But youâd fucked all that up just by bringing him outside.
You didnât know who Chiron had asked to replace you, because you never saw anyone else get up after breakfast with an extra plate. You didnât see anyone sneaking out of the Hermes cabin with a pile of clothes. You stood in the fields for hours a day, watching those thin curtains stand stiff at the window, never to open. You thought youâd seen a shadow, but maybe it was your mind playing tricks on you.
The weekend came and went, and you spent the whole time worrying about Luke. Did this new person know that he preferred fatty bacon? Did they know that he liked keeping the curtains closed? Or would they just bring him a plate of pancakes? Ask him too many questions about his quest? Your mind whirred â would they make him worse?
No. Thatâs not what you were scared of.
Would they make him better?
Would they understand him more than you did? Would they coerce more words out of him? Would they even need to coerce him, or would he be comfortable holding a conversation with them no problem? What if he was better now than he ever had been with you?
You flinched when your name was called. Looking up from the bracelet you were crafting with some younger kids and meeting the eyes of Dionysus, âSir.â
âOur, uh, special guest is requesting your presence.â He said with a stupid look on his face, âSo get off your ass and get up there, I canât stand his whining any longer.â
You did as asked with a slight roll of your eyes that made the six year old who was next to you giggle into their hands. It brought a grin to your otherwise down expression, unsure of what Luke wanted to say to you.
The room was dark when you cracked the door open â there was no response after you knocked, but you could hear him shuffling inside, so you went ahead and opened it an inch. It was a lot darker than it used to be â or maybe you too had gotten used to the shade after spending so much time there.
You pushed it open more, and there he was, in his usual spot on the edge of the bed. Head down, hands fiddling with something by his eye. He was muttering in frustration, and you stepped into the room in concern. The floor creaked, he looked up, and you gasped.
The side of his face where his scar sat was red with blood â you almost missed the bandage he was attempting to tie around it because it had been stained pink. His fingers were shaking and he pursed his trembling lips at you, âI canât do it.â
You surged forward, immediately taking the fabric from his hands. He let them drop into his lap as you peeled it back and looked at the damage. You winced â not as bad as the blood had made it seem, but bad enough. The wound had reopened at the top, and the blood was dripping into his eye and along the curve of his jaw.
It took a few panicky minutes, but eventually the bleeding had stopped, Lukeâs face was clean of blood, and you were staring at him in shock, your own fingers still red from the damage. He was avoiding your eyes, the only other thing heâd said to you being a strained thank you when you had stepped back.
âWhat ââ You were at a loss.
âI tried to change them myself.â He shrugged, picking at his fingernails, still not looking at you. âIâd watched you do it so many times, I figured I had it handled. Apparently I didnât, because I woke up and it was freakinâ bleeding everywhere.â
âOh, Luke.â You breathed, âWhy didnât you wait for someone to help you?â
âYou never came back.â He said like it was obvious.
âWhat â so youâve been doing this yourself for five days?â You asked, a shocked exclamation, âChiron never sent someone else to help you?â
âHe asked me who I wanted,â He shrugged, âI said you. You werenât an option, so I did it myself.â
âYou said ââ
âI know what I said, alright?â He stressed, head in his hands now, âIt was stupid. I was angry, hurt, whatever. It was at myself, but I took it out on you. Iâm sorry. I donât â â His voice cracked, âI donât know whatâs happening to me.â
âLuke.â You murmured. You took a step closer, kneeled before him, and gently pried his hands away from his eyes so he would look at you. His expression was soâŚsad. So distraught. âWhat happened on your quest?â
And he told you everything.
iv. THE AFTER
Luke was ashamed to admit it â but he had no idea what your name was when you started looking after him.
Sure, heâd seen you around. You were one of the Apollo kids who spent more time in the infirmary than on the archery fields, but he was too good at his job to get injured. Hence why he didnât know your name. He knew your face, he smiled at you and you would smile back. He was friendly with your brother, Lee. But that was about it.
Thatâs what made it so perfect.
You wouldnât ask him about his quest. You wouldnât try your hardest to get him to open up. You would do your job, and leave him to mope. That was all he wanted.
Until he learned your name.
And just from glancing at your smile â all awkward and nervous as you introduced yourself â he knew he wanted to be near you. He knew you were the type of person he could sit in silence with and walk away from it with a happy memory.
He thought he knew enough about you to determine who you were to him (a stranger). But he didnât know your name, your voice, he didnât know your touch or your smile â the real one you give when someone truly makes you laugh. Not the one he thought he knew.
He stood stiffly on the porch of the Big House â three weeks was all it took before Mr D was kicking him out, telling him to get a grip and face the music. Luke was ready; physically. His scar was nothing but that â a memory, faded into his skin forever. There was no other reason for him to keep himself hidden other than the fact that he wanted to. If it was up to him, nobody would ever bear the burden of seeing him ever again.
For weeks he told himself that his quest was pointless. He screamed it at the gods, at Chiron, at you. He cursed his dad every night for sending him on a path to failure and not even acknowledging it. He cursed himself for ruining the first chance he had at gaining his fathers pride in seventeen years â he sat in the dark, fists clenched, and asked himself what it was all for.
The five years on the run, the endless monster attacks, the relentless training, the offerings, the prayers. Would his life be any better had he just let that first monster kill him?
No. Because he wouldnât have met Thalia, or Annabeth. He wouldnât have seen the brighter side of being a halfblood â he wouldnât have met his siblings, he wouldnât have found his calling. He wouldnât have experienced the joy of helping a new camper, of being the guiding hand he never got to hold.
But what of his quest? His mission for his father brought nothing but pain â a pointless trip, a humiliating failure, a deep jagged scar. For weeks he asked himself why he was given the quest in the first place, and for years to come he will question himself each and every day.
But each and every day he asks himself what the gods had ever given him, he would be reminded of the day he learnt your name. And he would tell himself had he not taken that trip, had he not fallen to Ladon, he never would have felt the searing touch of your fingertips on his skin.
So maybe it was worth it after all.
He stepped off the porch.
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â sum. no one expects the pretty sweet wife ( you ) to have such good birthing hips! not even him. gojo, toji, sukuna, nanami, choso, geto.
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warnings. fem! reader, unprotected, established relationships, ex-husband! toji, semi-public (nanami), brÄeding, riding him âtill he breaks, cowgirl + reverse, cÄrvix kissing, reader with the STAMINAAA, (1x) usage of "mistress", squÄŤrting, ass worship, spÄŤt, shotgunning (toji), size kinks.
SATORU â
GOJO.
âh- hah, ooh sweets,â satoru would swallow thickly, every sticky digit on his fingerprints tightly gripping into the bare soft flesh of your fidgeting ass.
you swerved in seductive circles, maintaining direct eye contact while heâs stuffed inch after fat inch inside of you.
as hurried, shallow pants leave his glossed lips, satoru gives your ass a playful little spank, encouraging your tempo to accelerate with quicker hits against his lap.
âwhen you said you.. had a birthday present for me i-â and his voice sheepishly lowers, feeling an incoming moan travel its way up his parched throat at you suddenly surprising his face with a barrage of open-mouthed kisses. âi didnât think yâmeant your ah- hips..â
âyou complaining, âtoru?â youâd cheekily hum, combing a few fingers through his perfect hair. your ears instinctively perked at the cute, small sound of satoruâs mewl just from you running a few digits down his overly tender scalp.
your cunt was just sooo unfair-
it swallowed each inch, feeling your gripping walls wring him tight like a vice every single time..
you even spot sparkly tears glossing on his glittery lashes from the immense, raw pleasure.
ân- no! no, âm never complaining, promise,â heâd speak in a rush, melting right as your lips sneak a wet kiss against his mouth. a string of saliva cowardly runs away from both pairs of shimmery lips before you feel him shiver underneath you.
you were perfect- and satoru was the one who thought he had the most stamina. in reality, though, it was you. the two of you ended up losing track of timeâand itâs probably been hours upon hours of you riding your husband into straight blissful oblivion.
youâre so up close that you had a clear view of him, drinking up his pretty, vocal moans as you attack his lips once again with a three-second kiss. âa- ah, i justââ he stammers, pawing sweaty palms at your ass.
you were just so ruthless- your rear, your hips, your fuckinâ knees⌠you just knew no bounds..
you rolled your waist in a way where it gave him a plethora of shivers. you moan, feeling the prints of his sticky fingertips dig into your skin as his tip thrashes its way around your cunt. âi.. i forgot- forgot- what i was gonna,â heâd whine, whitish brows curling into an arch. âmy god-â he hiccups.
just as your hips dip inward, proudly taking in every fat inch inside of you deeply, he knew that this was it.
satoru was seeing whiteânot only seeing white, but he was shooting it too.
creamy gooey wads that drizzled inside of your cunt, filling you to the very brim with his lustrous knot. his cum pours inside of you oh-so sloppily and you gasp as your jittery legs forcibly cling onto his thighs like paste.
sharp pounds of skin were rough - barbarically slamming against each other at full speed even while he was still cumming.
with the sole help of your hips, youâd turn the strongest into the whiniest..
heâs whining once he continues to spray such thin ribbons inside of you, filling your cunt to capacity with seed as his right thigh grows limp.
satoruâs flushed- and his jaw was cutely dropped with his eyes bulging wide out of their sockets. it was as if your ass moved in slow motionâyou were still riding him but the temp was much, much slower..
his long limbs slowly spread themselves apart as you straddled over him, staring intently into his eyes with an impish smile. satoruâs panting just as much as you. you peer at how his snowy-white hairâs all ruffled - nearly matted as he awkwardly runs a hand through.
âaw,â youâd press another kiss against his twitching mouth, feeling his naturally glossed lips tremor beneath yours. it was so, so much- and your cunt stored every velvety drop. satoru felt your ass greedily rounding itself back onto his leaking cock as you planted your palms on his chest.
his heart-
itâs racing, and he could barely even look you in the eye. satoru was embarrassed, but he didnât want you to stop. not now - not ever.
you knew that for a fact because a small pout started to crease against his thin pink lips once, he felt your hips coming to a devastatingly slow. âwhyâs the pout, birthday boy? still not satisfied?â
âh.. how can i not be with those unfair hips,â satoru moans, taking pauses for each gulping breath as if was going to be his last.
strong, brawny arms wrap around your waist before he pulls you close, feeling a bubbly white ring coat its way around his thick base. satoru grunts at your hips coming to their final concluding stop, and he smacks a hand against your ass.
he looks down between the white mess that paints between thighs, moaning at the sight of your stuffed cunt before sighing deeply. âmhm- so perfect. h- happy fuckinâ birthday to me.â
as you writhe around his cock thatâs still languidly emitting out such thick ropes from the gummed inside, you pepper his face with kisses. satoru moans at your touch as his hands reel your hips back into him.
âyâknow, for the strongest, you really gotta work on your stamina,â you tease, watching that same pout gloss against his lips. satoruâs groaned silently as he pumped you full of chalky amounts that forevermore continued to ooze down the sides of your legs. you hovered over him, brushing a soft thumb over his cheek before leaning in to whisper against the shell of his ear. âhow âbout we do every round for every year you turned, including today?â
âheh- sweets,â satoru tilts his head, doing the quick math in his head for about a millisecond before he pulls you into his beefy chest. a scarred hand guides a warm path down your arched back as he inhales your scentâhuskily grunting into your neck before chuckling. âthen weâd be goinâ for like.. thirty-four rounds.â
âexactly,â you coo, and satoru ogles as you remove his blindfold that lazily hung just above his eyes. bawling it into your first - you put it into his mouth and he lets off a muffled groan. satoru falls back against the satin-covered pillows of the bed with the flesh of your bare ass still in his hand before he blinks thrice.
oh.. you looked so pretty..
towering over him like this when itâs usually the other way around.
satoru leans into your touch once you tenderly cup his face, winding up your bucking hips by introducing that beloved teeth-shattering thrust that never failed to drive him crazy.
ângh- lie back,â and satoru starts to moan continuously with his blindfold clogging his throat before you start to ferociously slam your hips onto his lap. âletâs s.. start from the beginning though, round one, birthday boy.â
TOJI â
FUSHIGURO.
bleary-eyed and hazed, toji groans, staring at how perfectly your ass effortlessly tossed itself back against him..
in the background of the dimly lit room with a few exceptions of lit candles, some old western movie played in the ambience. he couldnât keep his attention on the vintage film anyway, not when you were riding him so so good.
âfuckinâ shit, babygirl,â heâd lean back, hooking a beefy arm around your waist. as you lean in close, your soft right cheek tickles against his prickly growing stubble. a stubby rolled blunt sticks out between his teeth as grassy eyes his continued to droop from his erotic high.
your hips were insane - and every gruesome swerve of your ass gives him whiplash. âremember when youâŚhah- used âta ride me like this on our honeymoon? heh, donât tell me yâer still in love.â
âmmng- shut up, toji,â youâd moan, clawing a hand at his dingy white tank. toji feels your eyes lingering on him and you can visibly see that haughty smirk wickedly trying to carve its way against his crooked lips.
oh, how you loathed him.
you told yourself it was supposed to be the last time, but the last time always turns into one more, then two more, then three..
but that of course never happened.
the abnormally thick tension between you both forever grew. as you leaned against his hairy chest that was protected with the thin fabric of his tank top, you took the blunt from his lips before faintly inhaling the pungent smell.
âjust shut up,â youâd whisper against the shell of his ear. toji grunts once the ruddy crown of his cock sloppily rams its way deeper further. your hands meet his chest and toji drops back, staring at you with a raised brow as you pin his beefy arms over his head. your hips continued to be robust, creating such vigorous thrusts that it made him clench his teeth in longing desire. ânâ let me ride you.â
âyâŚyes, maâam,â toji breathes, his voice shifting more raspy from each direct hit of your deliciously springy hips. your cunt was just so precise, and his swollen tip repeatedly mashed its way thoroughly into your pulsating g-spot. it uses that pretty spotâimagining itâs a target and he hits it perfectly, bullseye every time.
the lightning-shaped veins ran through his bare arms as you held them over his head, dragging your bouncy ass back ân forth until he groans.
it was just something about your body that hypnotized him. your hips practically rolled into toji, moaning against his lips until hot smoke poured between the pried open cracks of his lips.
it lands against your tongueâand itâs flavorless, but you playfully lick the corner of his lip, feeling him shiver underneath you. âgoddd- those fuckinâ hips. work âem, girl, fuuuck . . me.â
the way your pussy was just so sloppy too. the mere definition of wet. your slick clings against tojiâs hefty sack like there was no tomorrow.
you had a watery grip that always made toji loll his eyes in lewd elation. the bed was almost louder than the combined moans of you both, and it even seemed like its constant groans and yelps were trying to compete.
ânot so cocky now when youâre close, hm?â youâd airily whisper, feeling tojiâs arm trying to flop itself back down. you grab his wrist, hearing the cute stubborn smack of his lips at your abrupt hold. âahhh- touch, but no looking, baby.â
âbratty girl,â toji cocks his head, the lump in his throat nearly having him gasp for air. your hips were simply not fair - and pretty soon, he was coming close. your cuntâs wetly swallowing the entirety of his stout cock, twirling around his lap before viciously slamming down on his cock repeatedly.
your sweet, harmonic-like moans were pitchy and loud, but between your legsâyou were far far louder. you swerved in erratic arcs, and each squelch that left from your pussy sounded wetter every time. you watched how tojiâs defined abs bleed through his tank. âfine then. make me fuckinâ cum - câmooon,â and he sharply brings a hand toward your ass. âmake yâer lovinâ doting husband proud, yea?â
âand you call me the brat,â youâd grumble, leaning back in to swap the rest of the puffed smoke that lingered in his mouth. toji snickers, feeling your ass than its way in each ân every direction. your rhythm was just⌠perfect!
youâre moving in circles, youâre moving forward, hell, you even toss your ass backward just to watch his leafy eyes roll to the backs of their sockets. your cuntâs just profusely dripping wet, and he could feel you soaking from the inside at each sloppy bounce of your berserk hips.
tojiâs trying to keep up his cocky façade, but with your unpredictable movementsâhe was screwed. âheh- atta girl, thatâs my girl. âm all yours ân yâknow know it,â he grunts, bruising your cervix repeatedly with smooch after smooch with the help of his plump tip. tojiâs got your hips firmly by the palms, bouncing you harder on his hardened cock to make you babble out his name like it was its own sort of chant.
âtoji toji toji!â was all you could whine out with your head empty and dumbed down from putting your hips to work.
âmhm- even if divorced, this pretty pussy always knows who it belongs tâ fuck!â
mid-sentence, toji ends up cumming at that beautiful sharp smack of your ass that makes him nearly choke on a hoarse grunt. his grip against the fat of your ass loosens and his cockâs growing weak and soft, trying to retreat itself out of your pussy. itâs thin, slimy ropes that end up tangling with your treacly juices create a lewd cobweb that glues against both fleshy mounds. âmhm, soo fuckinâ good, toji,â youâd moan, slowing the rocking of your unsteady hips as he finally succumbs to his high.
the movie still quietly plays in the background, and you lean inâsnatching the blunt out of his lips before kissing him. the taste of earthy, spiced smoke lands on your tongue once he returns the sloppy gesture, groaning into your mouth as heâs dumping load after hot load into you. âmmph-,â toji shivers, feeling your arms run down his beefy biceps, feeling all over his ripped body.
you couldnât lie- you kind of missed him. kind of..
your hips still buckled and the friction makes him hiss against your teeth. âgoddamn, i canât.. feel my legs, baby girl,â he grumbles, tilting his head back slightly once your hips dip forward. âcanât stop . . cumminâ fuck-â
âseems like we gotta work on that stamina, old man,â youâd sneer, wriggling your ass once the last final spurts of cum fill inside of you. tojiâs eyes then suddenly narrow at you, and you grin before he sits up. âwhat?â
âold man?â he repeats.
âyeah, old m-â
and itâs almost comical how you were literally straddling his lapâand now, youâre laid flat on your back with your knees rudely shoved up to the top of your chest. thereâs a carnal look in tojiâs eyes, and you gulp once you glance down at his feverishly hot cockhead thatâs weeping with pearly droplets of dried cum.
âyeah, okay,â he grouses, earning a sweet moan from you once his tip harshly smacks against your tender opening.
toji spits on his palm before spanking your pussy, feeling you writhe in anticipation before he pulls your legs further back. his body hovers over you before he sticks his slick-covered fingers in his mouth for just a second to get a tasteâaligning his fat tip before snickering at how eager you were to open up for him again already.
âletâs see just how quickly this âold manâ can break his pretty wifeâs pussy then, hmm? just like old times, baby.â
NANAMI â
KENTO.
if it was anything nanami kento despised more than constantly working day ân night at the office on constant repeat, drowning in piles of paperwork and getting his ear talked off by calls was leaving his pretty horny wife unsatisfied.
âsweetheart-â nanami timidly groans, slouching back against his rickety office chair. you were just nasty with your hips, slapping your ass against his cock thatâs repeatedly reaching deep deep deep angles with little to zero effort.
it makes nanami pull on his checkered tie thatâs a tad bit loose, tapping his heel against the wooden-cold floor. â âm stillâŚon the job,â and his voice pitches huskier from each languid stroke. your gaping cunt was hungrily sucking him in, flawlessly bruising your cervix with a multitude of french kisses. âbut actually, this is . . better than staring at a computer screen all day.â
âyeaah?â you whisper, sneaking your spit-glossed lips near his chin. your body was straight-up sensual. nanami couldnât keep up with the constant bouncy reel of your hips and the way you grind so lovingly against him.
the buckles of nanamiâs belt clang as you rut against his lap, rubbing against the slim fabric of his pulled-down slacks.
as the office chair turned and swiveled, so did your hips. every few seconds, nanami would peek through blurred peripherals and hope no one would walk by his secluded cubicle.
âso paranoid, baby. hey, look at me, hey-â and as your hands crawl their way toward nanamiâs chiseled cheeks, fawn eyes lock against yours within an instant. heâs sweating bullets, and you moan at the feeling of his cold watch band ghosting down your skin. âmhm, good. eyes up here, all on me. eyes on your poor wife who hasnât been touched alllll day.â
âhah- more like.. you touch yourself by video calling me while showinâ off the toys i buy you,â nanami sighs, preventing himself from eye-rolling at the cunning grin thatâs trying to compress against your lips. he was right though, whenever nanami was at work and you were at homeâyouâd call him, sometimes video call.
sliding your hands down your body⌠touching yourself while wearing his work clothes⌠purposely making a bit of a mess on his side of the bed too.
âcanât help it when my husband looks like you,â you whisper, leaning further forward so that your tummyâs pressed up against his tailored button-up. his cologne was always loud, he was wearing one of your favorites too.
it always smelled like a mixture of dirty cinnamon and rich, seductive chocolate. nanami quietly grunts, low eyes peering at his bright computer screen that had dozens of tabs open.
so overworked..
but he couldnât lieâyour hips always knew how to relieve his stress, make him forget all about his important tasks and documents he had to go over. your cuntâs just so greedy though.
every pump of his cock hastily drives through you at high speed, hips steadily forming such rough collisions with each crashing thrust. with the way you were riding him, he started to have thoughts of getting you pregnant. âf- fuuck.â heâd groan, sexily tilting his head to the left once your lips made their way onto his skin. youâre soft- creating a trail of invisible kisses as you rode him so good that he didnât even notice his phone was suddenly ringing.
brrrriiiiiiinnng!
itâs the office phoneâand itâs the same, high-pitched ringtone like always that was merely akin to nails on a chalkboard. âmmh- important phone call, âken. must be important,â youâd teasingly moan, bringing your rocky hips to a brief pause. nanami groans in annoyance at the interruption, stretching his split knuckles one by one. with a lively hum, you playfully pout. â âs okay, i can alwaysâŚwait-â
âno- no,â nanami grumbles, soft brown eyes nearly rolling back due to the thick gaping stretch of his cock mending your insides with such ease. he pulls you into him, giving your ass a needy squeeze. lowly whispering into your ear, nanami sighs before answering the phone. âbe a . . good girl ân keep those hips movinâ sweetheart. iâll be quick.â
âyes, sir.â youâd play along, feeling his dick twitch between your saturated foldsâand oh, you knew that made him hard. secretly, you knew nanami always did have a sir kink.
your ass slammed into nanamiâs lap violently, and heâs feeling himself grow weaker and weaker the more your weight presses on top of him. ânanami, speaking,â heâd gruffly answer, trying to conceal his pantingly deep breaths.
you couldnât really hear much except gibberish, but you started to get louder the more his mushroomy tip vertically drags its way down your sopping cunt. âmmph!â after âmmph!â would come out of youâand you were so vocal that he had to put a palm over your mouth.
nanami deadpans, clearly knowing what you were up to. âuh.. uh huh, i see,â he continues, groaning once his cock slides its way near your clit, tapping near your slick entrance before sloppily âpopping!â itself back out.
you bring a hand toward his veiny cock, slipping it back in before you then realizeâyouâre drooling all over his palm. ânasty.. girl,â he whispers under his breath, forgetting that he had someone on the other line.
the colleague on the other line said something along the lines of âwhat theâŚâ and nanami quickly backtracked. âahem- i mean, yes. that sounds good. i should be free⌠monday.â
with the conversation coming to a close after a few overly prolonged seconds, nanami ends up cumming mid-conversation. the phone ends up dropping against his desk, and nanami groans, wrapping his arms around you while spewing out hot masses of cum.
âfuck- fuck sweetheart, oh, m- my,â heâd stammer, blond brows twisting together at the feelings of elation. itâs fiery hot - seeping deeply into your core so much that it even dribbles down your thigh. your cuntâs all puffy â prettily glistening with remnants of bubbly cum tearing from your folds before you kiss him. nanami moans against your wet, quivering lips as clashing teeth battle with each other.
as your grinding hips earn out a soft moan from him, he swallows your whines, tucking you underneath a sleeved arm before spanking your ass. âgod, m- might have to propose to you again. âm still cumminâ.â
and as youâre still straddling him with both sweaty bodies smushed against each other, your ear twitches at the quiet mumbling sounds of the phone that were never hung up.
âmr. nanami, what⌠on earth⌠did i just listen to.â
SUKUNA â
RYĹMEN.
sukuna gravelly groans, huffing out low âfuckâ âs and âughâ âs after each spongy bounce of your ass.
the wholly cruel stretch of his cock buries itself deep within you making him click his tongue. sukuna was always a perfect fit â sometimes it took a bit of stretching, but he always knew he was around and inside. his cock knew each and every route, studying every slippery orifice and corner of your gummy, squeezing walls.
sinister, red eyes trail down your bouncing frame before he snickers at the cute taunting thrusts of your hips. âsome . . nerve, woman,â he huffs, his lungs failing to keep up with your barbaric stamina. a sleazy grin tries to tug against both corners of his lips as he firmly grips your ass, spanking you again to encourage you to go faster. ângh, ridinâ me while wearinâ my kimono? must hah- have some kinda death wish.â
the fabric wears your entire body loosely, and sukuna canât help but gawk as you jerk your hips at such a sloppy tempo.
your pussyâs overwhelmed with all the fat inches of sukunaâs cock that mercilessly bullies its way into you. like always - he knew the exact layout of your pussy, and you moan once he presses a hand on your tummy.
âactuallyyy, they look better on me,â you quietly mumble, licking a stripe up his neck. sukuna inhales a sharp breath, scarlet eyes knocking further to the very back of his tilted skull. he was always a fool for your touch. âdonât you agree?â
âsuch a smart mouth,â sukuna grabs your entire chin, steadying your hips with another. out of the many enemies heâs facedâyour hips were the far brutalist heâs ever been up against.
you didnât know when to quit.
you moan at the soft pricks of his honed claws nipping at your skin, hearing the loud, pitchy sounds of both sharp rutting hips clashing in sync.
sukuna canât help but stareâstare at you, at your body, and especially at the way you continuously threw your ass in circles, circles galore.
âthink my wifeâs gettinâ a âlil too spoiled,â he growly murmurs, tracing the claw of his thumb over your lip. your cuntâs never felt so full - his tip was just as mean as he was. it drags its way through a lewd pattern, caressing through every part of your gummy walls before seeing your eyes bulge to the size of saucers. âaw, look at that face. âs too big for you again, like always, hm?â
âs- shut up, âkuna.â you moan, pushing him back against the wobbly throne that sounded like it was about to snap into two within seconds. with a stubborn âhmmph!â he lands on his back, eyeing you with a quirked pink brow.
with your knees bent to a certain degree, you started to guide your hipsby rocking it back against his lap. you knew how to swerve and grind. making the curse groan continuously from each slap of your hips, he spanks your ass while scoffing angrily under his breath.
sukuna didnât have a weakness - besides you.
you had a type of arch that was killer.
all sukuna did was lie back while he watched you work. your ass bounced and bounced as skin against skin relentlessly ricochets onto each other. he didnât even realize how his jaw was tightening. your grip was enticingâyour cunt was slick as ever, drowning the entire shaft of his thick cock with your dripping sap. âg- goddamn, woman,â sukuna groans, his voice softening a bit.
who knew something as such as hips was enough to put the sukuna ryomen in check?
the penetration ended up turning sloppy within each ân every round that progressed, and sukunaâs tip was practically making love with your sensitive g-spot.
the stimulation had you moaning into his neck before you gasped, feeling him grab your hips. sukuna glances at you, feeling your sturdy hips nearly slowing down before he tauntingly tsks his tongue at you. âhah- donât slow down now. you wanted âta fuck me, so fuck me with those pathetic- hah, hips, girl.â
heâs just so big - you couldnât help but whine out repeated inaudible whimpers. his custom made kimono loosely flows over your body as you continue to move with the constant creaks of his throne groaning from each bounce of weight. âf- fuck, âkuna,â a gargled moan bubbles out of your throat as you press a sloppy kiss against his lips.
sukunaâs jaw easily goes slack, and the rough slams of your ass left him spacing out in no time. your cuntâs so powerful that he gets transformed into another dimension for a split second. milliseconds pass and the demon sees nothing but pure white, and thatâs when he cums.
sukuna lets out a gruff battle-crying groan once he releasesâpouring such a gluey batch of cum into your cunt. itâs hot - messily oozing its way into you, a few spurts dribbling down his fat base thatâs a blushing pink. a gravelly grunt leaves from sukuna as he grips your ass, making your hips circle their way slower against his pelvis.
âugh- the audacity of this w- worthless pussy,â he stutters, shakily chewing on every word from the elated pleasure that comes from his finish. sukunaâs crimson eyes roll, and he bares his fangs deep into your neck as his creamy knot deepens inside of you. âfuck.â
âoh, donât tell me youâre gettinâ tired already, mâlord,â youâd tease, saying that title, knowing how heâd always get hard whenever you addressed him in formal manners. sukunaâs faintly trembling underneath you, and he hisses at the sticky sight of his own cum that starts to paste against the undersides of your nearly numb thighs. eagerly, you buck your hips into him again, watching his eyes carnally widen. âone more round, âkunaâyeah?â
with a quirked pink brow and lowly hooded eyes, heâs panting heavily. sukunaâs cock twitched inside of you, practically creating a bulge just from how ridiculously thick he was before he sighs.
ây- yeah, one more.â
âone more what?â
sukuna shoots you a glare but it soon falters once your ruthless rocking starts up again.
youâre rough, burying your knees into his thighs as your ass smacks against his cock - making him groan out a needy whine.
âfuck- one more round.. mistress.â
CHOSO â
KAMO.
every time you rode choso, he canât help but fall in love with you - again.
it was just something about your hips. something about the way you moved, the way you stared deeply into his eyes, whispering sweet nothings into his ear. your voice alone was enough to make him finish, pumping you full of viscid wads that swam their way right into your warm, welcoming womb.
âs- so fuckinâ hot,â heâd whine out, studying each hop of your hips with bleary half-open eyes. if you squinted just enough, youâd spot how his pupils were gradually turning heart-shaped. you sensuously rolled your hips in a way where choso was at a loss for words.
âmmh- baby,â heâd groan, feeling your thighs lift before slamming straight back down. your cunt sloppily clamped down on his cock tightly, wringing choso dry and milking him for all that he was worth. âdonât- donât stop, please- donât stop, fuuuuck.â
flimsily, you threw your arms around over his shoulders that were so tense-slacked.
as youâre right next to his face, chosoâs frantically pantingâpuffs of air leaving from his parted lips with greasy black strands sticking to his forehead. chosoâs just glossed with sweat, and his hands start to slowly creep their way to the bottoms of your plush thighs. âtouch me more, âcho,â youâd moan, grinding yourself against him in circular motions.
chosoâs cock was hard - so so hard. you felt it, and itâs as if time stood still when it happened.
the blushing crown of his shaft securely squeezes its way through your pinching walls, introducing itself to your convulsing g-spot.
âchosooo, chosâoh!â youâd shriek, your thighs immediately collapsing against his. the stimulation of his crowned head smearing around the spongy texture makes you short-circuit for a moment.
you probably looked cartoonish. nothing but white painted the insides of your rolled eyes with your jaw goofily dangling open, furrowing brows curling up in such bawdy pleasure..
âa.. are you okay? does it hurt?â choso stammers, awkwardly cupping your face with big, roughly textured palms. your cheek falls into his hand as you smile, bringing a kiss toward the tip of his nose while leaning into his gentle touch.
âbaby, âm fine,â you reassure him, watching chosoâs shoulders sag. chosoâs hands snag at your ass as his head falls back. the adamâs apple that bobs in his throat never stops bobbing, and he throatily groans once he starts to feel your wobbly hips pick up again.
âo..ooh! keep hittinâ there- yeah, right there,â and choso sucks his teeth as he not only hears but feels your pussy slickly slide on his cock. ravened eyes of his eventually flicker down at your neglected, bouncing chest and choso cutely sighs.
humming, you hold his chin while rubbing the pad of your thumb over his sheeny pouted lips. âgo ahead, choso. feel âem.â
heâs touched you probably dozens of times. the two of you were married, and yet he was always hesitant, waiting for your approval. right when you gave it though, choso couldnât contain himself anymore.
you gasped once choso quickly sank his face in between your chest, cupping his mouth around one of your bare nipples. âmmp-â heâd let off a muffled moan against your skin, the muscles in his face relaxing as he felt you patting his head.
you were still riding him, strenuously smacking your hips on top of him - each squelch from your cunt never failing to pitch higher and higher.
the arch of your back stretches further, and you feel his hand swat against your ass. chosoâs tongue sloppily swirls around your tender nub before it turns into wet suckles. âf- fuck, jusâ like that, choso,â youâd whine, hearing each loud âpop!â sound away from his lips once your tit occasionally slides out his mouth.
chosoâs weakly rutting into you too, but one of his arms wraps around your hips - pulling you closer. youâre rocking back and forth, hearing him moan against your skin before he starts nipping. â âm gonna c.. cum,â his eyes widen, digging slender fingertips into the right cheek of your ass.
and his voice shook at each pounce of your hips. youâre riding him until he breaks - literally.
the split of chosoâs tip rummages its way through your tight, clenching walls, steadily jackhammering its head toward the hood of your clit. your thighs nearly snap together shut at the long-awaited pressure, and you wrap your arms around his slim torso.
âfuck, oh f- fuck âm gonna cum too, choso,â youâd whimper in his ear, feeling his body underneath you cutely shudder. your hips were just delicious.
heâs nearly forgetting to breathe with how damn good you rode him - with how you rotated your ass, rocking your waist, barreling all of his inches. chosoâs heart thumped straight out of his chest, and one glance of you was all it took for him to realize he was falling in love with you again.
âugh- fuck me, babyâuse me, oh f- fuck,â heâd start rambling, the sweaty prints of his thumbs swirling circles around the occasional dents in your back. he found it so attractive how each time you moved or rocked against him, your muscles would cutely tense at the excessively wide stretch of his cock. âneed you. iâŚhah- needâŚyou,â heâd murmur between pauses of sharp breaths, and chosoâs entire body slumps back within seconds.
one final thrust and heâs cumming - hard.
you end up finishing too â gushing straight out, poor trembly thighs collapsing right over his meaty thighs that were the mere definition of ânumbâ.
youâre whimpering as heâs filling you up with satiny ropes that tangle with your syrupy slick that soaks the head of his cock. âfuck, âcho, thatâs it. r- relax,â youâd swerve your hips around, watching chosoâs abs clench underneath you. youâre riding him so good that he thought he was gonna get pregnant.
youâre drenched - bringing two fingers toward your cunt, coolly spreading your pretty entrance apart. your clitâs pulsing, and youâre moaning once you see small masses of cum spilling down your clit. âyouâre always so messy.â
âhah- for⌠you,â choso sighs, a sleazy grin forming across his lips. his hand still remains glued to your ass and he grunts, sneaking a hand between the crack of your thighs. âmmh- i think.. i want you to do that again, baby.â
âwhat?â you bring a chaste kiss toward his lips, swallowing the incoming whine that leaves from chosoâs lips. heâs never tasted sweeter - and you could feel his body quiver at the feeling of your hands sliding down his chest.
choso moans against your lips, pressing his forehead against yours. âs.. squirt,â he purrs hoarsely, and you gasp once he lifts you, making you lie back this time. darkened eyes fall toward between your sprawled-out legs and he nearly drools â taking in the pure sight of his cum wetly streaming down your pearled nub. choso whines against your cunt, taking one long lap of his tongue, relishing at the messy taste of both mixtures of arousal - yours and his.
with a pout, choso starts to clean you up, smearing the bridge of his nose against your twitching cunt before meeting your gaze. âsquirt again, pretty girl. i.. i wanna taste it this time,â and he gives your swollen heat a wet kiss.
âpretty please?â
SUGURU â
GETO.
geto could practically feel his mouth watering once he saw that sweet, perfect arch of yours.
heâs used to seeing you in front, up close ân personal but no.. you wanted to try riding him in reverse. not only that, but you decided to ride him in reverse while he was still very much sensitive.
âooh, p- princess,â heâd grunt hoarsely, tasting the treacly sweet stream of saliva pooling into his mouth. the buds that live on his tongue ached at the hot, comforting squeeze of your cunt. getoâs still getting over his recent orgasmâglobs of cum still sticking against his cock and glossing wetly between your quivering legs. âugh- youâre killinâ me here with that pretty fuckinâ arch of yours, yâknow that?â
âmhm, good,â youâd reply in a hurried tone, feeling his lust-like gaze lock against your ass. you werenât even going fast and yet, your hips already had him on a leash.
geto couldnât stop staring - nor could he keep his strong, callused hands to himself.
you moaned, planting your hands against the crumpled-up sheets before gasping. geto makes you arch more, getting a pretty fogged-eyed view of the way your backside curves over his lap right before his eyes. âhah- suguru, donât stop touchinâ me.â
âdidnât . . plan on it, pretty,â he rasps, trailing his eyes down at the rocking curvature of your waist. youâre fuckinâ moving, and with your hands gripping onto his kneesâyou threw your ass back against him time and time again. geto groans, feeling his reddened tip that was still leaking swab its way around your clit like a q-tip. your ass had a grip that made him nearly choke on the treacly saliva that sticks near the back of his tongue. âgod- so perfect, look at you, girl. so hah- damn gorgeous when youâre on top, fuck.â
âmhm,â youâd bite back a moan, the sensual rolling of your hips turning more intimate by the second. his dick coarsely stretches through your slavering insides, sloppily pumping you full with each âpop!â squelching out from between your thighs. geto keeps his gaze locked on your ass the entire time, and thatâs when you start to bend your knees.
you arch lower, zealously wriggling your ass before bouncing on his cock and thatâs when you hear him starting to whine. âfuck- so big,â youâd gasp, taking control of the tempo by steadily veering your hips like a boat. âhold my hips, sugu. hold âem while i fuck you.â
geto lets off a guttural groan, swatting a clammy palm against your backside before both hands attach near your rotating waist thatâs raining with sweat from all angles. youâre merely glowing and itâs just so pretty.
âtch- youâre gettinâ cocky, princess,â heâd mumble, his voice turning shakier as your ass frantically ruts into him at full force. his sweltering hot tipâs on the verge of splitting you open and you moan each time you feel its overly vast curve delve straight inside your pussy, nastily dragging its way down your sopping valley. tossing his head back, getoâs abs instinctively clench through his shirt before he whines again. â âm only lettinâ you take charge âcause iââ
and geto pauses abruptly, violently clenching his teeth at the slick pasty feeling of your pussy trapping the entirety of his thick length. breath snatches out of his chest before he groans loudly, spanking your ass with the corners of his lips twitching into a pout.
âo- oh fuck, âm gonna fuckinâ cum again,â and the words whine out from his lips oh-so prettily, grunting each time you slam your ass back down against his cock. his bulbous tip deepens its angle inside of you, rolling his eyes from the sudden pressure arising.
heâs never felt hotter â and geto nearly blacks out completely once you start to purposely slow down, sneaking a hand back to smack your ass right in front of his face while craning your neck. âyeah, give it tâme then, baby. donât miss a fuckinâ drop.â
âsuch a s.. slut,â geto groans, nearly getting hypnotized by how good youâre dragging your hips in figure eights. they gradually shift into circlesâand heâs buried deep deep deep, pounding into your cunt rawly until he ends up shooting blanks again. you end up finishing too, and it feels like a deep sigh you are finally letting go. shockwaves and electricity pierce through every nerve and vein through your body, and your mouth drops openâfeeling your teeth chatter once your hips back their way up against him in reverse.
getoâs body underneath you immediately shudders and oh- heâs whimpering, feeling the weight of your rickety hips steady.
as his mouth grows dryly arid, geto lets off a weary âphewâ as the core muscles in his abs tighten.
viciously thin ropes of cum shoot into you. globs of it seep deep inside of you, watching as your cunt sloppily spits remnants of it on its tipâcoating the shriveled-up base of his cock thatâs been perfectly milked. âb.. baby,â he hoarsely groans, hands still stuck to each side of your hips.
it was such a pretty sight â your cunt remained stuffed full with buttery ribbons of cum that ran down your thighs before he spanks your ass.
âjusâ . . gimme a minute. think your pussy really hah- broke me,â and geto gives the right of your ass cheek its final needy squeeze before sighing in defeat. âf- fuuuuck, girl.â
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â âđđ â â đđđđđđđđ. youâre heavily pregnant with sukunaâs child and so desperately need to have your specific pregnancy cravings: mangoes. when you realise youâre out of them, you turn into an emotional mess.
tags. true form!sukuna x wife!female reader. fluff, sfw. pregnancy. size difference (reader referred to as small). reader gets called âwoman, bratâ wc: 1.8k
youâre crying in your chambers, the volume of your cries overshadowing sukunaâs arrival at the estate. you hiccup and sniffle as you sit in the corner of the master bedroom. there really doesnât seem to be an end to your mental breakdown.
youâre prone to mood changes because of your pregnancy, already being seven months along. your belly is as round as a globe as it sticks out from under your kimono.
you hold onto your lower abdomen while mumbling to yourself. ânot fair,â you rub your blurry eyes with your free hand.
the bedroom doors suddenly swing open. you lift your head from your knees and make eye contact with your husband who looks rather . . . upset. more upset than you are at the moment, thatâs for sure.
you whimper as his big and intimidating stature dwarfs over yours while youâre stuck in the corner. when you look up at him, you cry even louder. seeing that familiar face after two whole days of suffering in this place alone gets you even more emotional.
after sukuna entered the room, his gaze had immediately fell upon your quivering figure. he raises an eyebrow as you cry louder once you spot him, the sound breaking his ear drums. he lets out a sharp exhale, a hint of annoyance seeping into his tone.
âenough with the tears,â sukuna grumbles as he crosses the room in a few long strides. his presence is both imposing and protective as he looms over your small figure.
his eyes flicker over your bodyâtaking in the sight of your round belly. he canât deny that the view makes his shoulders relax, relieved to see his wife do well after two days without seeing you.
sukuna kneels down before you, his eyes narrowing as he notices the tears running down your cheeks. who knows how long youâve been sobbing? the realisation that no one has checked on you while youâve been crying like this irks him.
the king of curses will make sure that every single servant - and especially the ones assigned to you - pay for not noticing your sour mood sooner.
âdamn it, woman,â sukuna curses under his breath, his words laden with both irritation and a sense of concern, âwhatâs gotten into you now, hmm? why the blubbering mess?"
you hiccup, gasping for air as sukuna kneels down to your level, something he rarely does. one of his hands reach out to wipe a tear from your cheek, his expression stoic and unreadable while he does so.
âwelcome home,â you utter, remembering to greet him properly. you wipe your own tears away and try to explain the situation without it sounding absurd. âiâi went down to the kitchen to get som-something,â you stammer, trying to spit it out before sukunaâs irritation spikes.
âbut they didnât have the food i cravedâtheyâre out of mangoes,â your wailing starts again just at the thought of your non existent fruit. it felt like the most devastating moment in your life when the maids told you that they were out of mangoes.
sukunaâs annoyance quickly dissolves upon hearing your explanation. the revelation that youâre crying over mangoes seems so unbelievable, so absurd, that he couldn't help but let out a dry huff of laughter. an amused smirk tugs at the corners of his lips.
the pink haired man brushes the remnants of the tears away from your face. his rough fingers pause at your chin, giving it a light tap. âmangoes, huh? yâre out here bawling yâr fucking eyes out like a baby for some damn mangoes?â
despite his tough exterior, sukuna knows that pregnancy hormones often amplified emotions, making even the smallest things a cause for crying. and right now, youâre stressing and sputtering over some mangoes.
âmangoes,â you nod and cry softly, watching as sukuna rubs your cheeks with his manly fingers, enjoying his rough touch. you easily guess by just the increased toughness of his calluses that your husband has worked hard while he was gone.
though, mangoes are your current pregnancy craving and not having them meant war to you. itâs all you can focus onâeven if your beloved sukuna is right in front of you.
âi need them,â you whine and pout. your hormones made it difficult for you to calm down.
you do, however, try your best to stop crying. you clean your face with the sleeve of your kimono and bite on your bottom lip to refrain from bawling your eyes out for the nth time. âi want my mangoes,â your voice is hoarse as you glance up at sukuna, âplease?â
sukuna hates to admit it, but his expression softens upon hearing the hoarse tone of your pleading voice. the view of your tear-streaked face and the knowledge that youâre experiencing pregnancy cravings makes it difficult for him to maintain his usual firm demeanor.
the king of curses sighs, his annoyance replaced by a reluctant acceptance of your plight. âtsk, damn it,â he mutters, lazily resting his head against the palm of one of his hands, âyâre really gonna make me fetch you some mangoes?â
here you are, a grown woman crying and begging like a kid for a sweet, juicy mango. heâs seen you in many states - happy, sad, tired, excited - but never quite as emotionally overwhelmed just for a piece of fruit. sukunaâs large hand reaches out to pat your head in a surprisingly gentle manner, a rare display of his softer side.
you pout at sukuna and lean into his touch as he pats your head. you come up with something witty to say, as you always do. âwell, youâre the one who got me pregnant,â you comment in a teasing way, sticking your tongue out at your husband.
no matter what sour mood youâre in, you can still be sassy. though it doesnât last long before your bottom lip trembles again. âi canât do anything about it. the baby craves mangos,â you whine as you rub your baby bump to emphasise your words.
you are eating for two people after allâfor you and the baby.
sukunaâs smirk widened at your retort and the playful gesture. even in your distraught state, you had the audacity to sass him. damn cheeky little woman.
the pink-haired man chuckled darkly, his hand clumsily ruffling your hair again before pulling away. âân i donât regret a thing. even if i gotta put up with yâr cranky ass.â
you roll your eyes at sukunaâs reply. you know youâre an emotional mess, but you couldnât care less. anything for your mangoesâthose juicy ones that you could eat a dozen of in one sitting.
âthe maids said that the mangoes were out of stock in the towns ând villages nearby,â you continue while you carefully stand up from the corner. youâre trying your best to stay rational. youâre extremely hungry and havenât eaten ever since breakfast. thatâs how stubborn you are being.
âbut iâm hungryyyyy. want my mangoes,â you sigh and nearly stomp your feet out of frustration.
âyeah, yeahâfuckinâ hell,â sukuna groans, watching you slowly stand up, your pregnant belly protruding like a perfect sphere. itâs a constant reminder of the effect he has on you, and somehow, it makes him proud.
he helps you stand up by holding onto your arm, sharp eyes focused on your body to make sure you donât strain a single muscle.
after you manage to stand up straight, you walk with sukuna to the kitchen to find something to eatâperhaps some other fruit will satisfy your cravings for now.
sukuna follows behind you, his steps long and leisurely while your shorter strides keep the pace with him. as the two of you walked towards the kitchen, he continues to listen to your repeated mantra. itâs driving him insane.
âmangoes, mangoes, mangoes. i get it, brat,â the king of curses swears he can feel the vein in his forehead throb. youâre lucky that he . . . tolerates you as his wife.
itâs something more than just âtoleratingâ you, of course. but openly admitting to loving you, even in the slightest, is something sukuna would never do.
if someone would ask him why he goes the extra mile for you, his answer would be that itâs simply because youâre carrying his heir. however only sukuna knows the full truth, the sappy secret heâll forever keep to himself.
before you arrive at the kitchen, you bump into uraume. they glance from sukuna to you and bow. âgood day,â they greet you with as much respect as they do to sukuna. theyâve been doing so ever since you gained your title as his wife.
the king of curses folds all four of his arms over his chest. his lower pair of eyes are still focused on your impatient self, shifting your weight from one foot to the other. he just knows youâre holding yourself back from asking for your active pregnancy craving again.
sukuna clicks his tongue and nods his head at you while he speaks to uraume. âkeep an eye on her while âm gone. feed her what she wants,â he says in his deep voice, his tone commanding and firm.
uraume remains quiet for a second. sukuna had recently came back from a mission and is once again heading out for some ambiguous reason, but they know better than to question their master.
âwhere are you going, hubby?â
you of course, get a free pass. you donât hesitate at all before questioning your husband. sukuna scoffs when he hears your voice ask him that in such an oblivious manner. you shouldâve known where he was departing to.
âwhereâd you think, smartass?â he pinches your nose, causing you to swat his fingers away out of instinct. he gives up on your nose and moves to squeeze your cheeks together in a gentle yet firm manner.
you huff at his antics. sukuna grins at your frown and pout before releasing your jawline with a faint push.
âyou better hold on âtil i come back with yâr stupid mangoes,â he scoffs while turning around to walk to the entrance, âand when i do, i donât wanna hear ânother squeak, understood?â
sukuna seems to have made another mission for himself; find his heavily pregnant wife mangoes before she goes absolutely insane.
your face lights up and you nod repeatedly. your heart melts when you realise that sukuna is actually putting effort to satisfy your needs. he may be harsh and stern at times, but his actions speak louder than his words.
âokay! love you, âkuna!â you call out to your lover while he disappears behind the gates. as expected, your words are met by silence.
thatâs fine with you. not hearing an âi love youâ back doesnât hurt you as much as it did at the start of your relationship.
you know sukuna cherishes you in his own special way. if he didnât, youâd be dead long time ago. on top of that, he would not go out on a hunt for mangoes right after coming back home if he didnât like you.
you know sukuna would let the world burn for you.
#sttoru writes.#jjk x reader#sukuna x reader#jjk fluff#jjk x you#jjk x y/n#sukuna x you#sukuna x y/n#ryomen sukuna x reader#sukuna fluff#[STTORUâS QUEUE]
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ghost doesn't think he hears you correctly, not at first. there's a ringing that's still in his ears from the bullet he nearly ate earlier. (cw: dubcon, 18+)
"wot?"
"can you please please please--pretend to be my boyfriend--just for one minute--!"
"heyyy, sunshine," a nasty little voice sings. you spin around, cowering by the bar, just as someone a little too drunk and a little too big comes into your space. you scoot away from him, but he's coming closer, leaning over you, and ghost tilts his head to the side as he watches the way you flinch at the stink of his breath.
ghost fits into the space at your back quite easily. your back arches a little as his big hand finds the bend of your waist, and you squeak a little when he forces you back, pressing your ass against his pelvis as he tucks you into his shadow.
"who's this fuckin' nitwit?" ghost mutters, clicking his tongue under his mask. you swallow, blinking up at the man, shrugging as you try and press yourself a little closer against his heat.
"i-i dunno," you whisper, and it's shaky, afraid. "h-he won't stop...following me."
"tha' right?" ghost hums, and you're so afraid of the man in front of you that you don't really register the way ghost's big hand is slipping lower, over the curve of your denim jeans and squeezing the fat of your ass that fills the palm of his hand all too nicely. "ya botherin' 'er?"
the man swallows a little, hiccuping. he stands up straighter, a little more sober, and he just shrugs as he takes another swig of his beer.
"just...she's so pretty, ya know--agh!"
ghost reaches over and grips him by the fat of his neck. he squeezes hard, drawing him closer, would be spitting in his face if he wasn't wearing the balaclava over his head.
"'f i see ya around 'er again, i'll paint the fuckin' walls with y'r teeth, mate, yeah? now get outta my fuckin' sight before i do it just for fun."
when ghost lets him go, he struggles to breathe, holding onto the bar and coughing as he scrambles to put distance between you. you shake a little, turning towards the bar, picking up what you assume is his drink and sipping it slowly to try and calm the nerves. you close your eyes gently, shaking your head.
"thank you," you say softly. "i-i couldn't shake him off, he was following me everywhere, i..." you turn your head and meet his eyes, smiling up at him. "that was really nice of you. i'm...sorry if i caused you any trouble."
ghost tilts his head to the side, fitting himself back behind you. he reaches over, putting both arms on either side of you and leaning over one shoulder, breathing hot against your neck.
"wot you mean?" he murmurs, and you blink, not understanding.
"for pretending to..." you laugh a little, looking into his eyes. "just...it was nice of you to do that. to pretend like that, i--"
"dunno wot y'r talkin' about," ghost chuckles, and you seize when he reaches down between you, cupping you between the legs as he palms at your pussy over your jeans. you keen a little, leaning into his touch, nasty brute pressing two fingers against where you're most sensitive and forcing your ass back against him, where he's hard, chubbed up since he first saw you, leaking into his cargos.
"i-i--" your eyes are wide, but you don't pull away, don't push him back--why am i not running? why can't i leave? what's happening to me--
"i wasn't pretending. were you?"
#i mean this is canon#this is how dark!ghost picks up girls#he sends johnny after them so they have to resort to the scariest guy in the room#works every time :D#but im a freak and would give in js#like i say dubcon but im into it if its ghost ok ok#simon ghost riley#simon riley#simon ghost riley x reader#simon riley x reader#simon riley x you#ghost mw2#ghost cod#ghost call of duty#ghost mwii#ghost x reader#cod#call of duty#simon riley smut#simon ghost riley smut#simon thoughts#dark!ghost#dark!simon
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Unrelated to the cats you've been drawing, your Hiccup looks like he'd he shit in close combat and if it came to that would scratch, bite and screech like a feral cat. Ideal Hiccup actually. I love your art
Oh he is so fucking hopeless in close combat. Give him his weird shield bow and arrow thing and yeah heâll fuck you up but the moment you expect him to duel heâs done.
#He can win close combat fights just purely by confusing the enemy for long enough to run away#âWhat the fuck is this kid doing???#fucking sprints away like a stray cat#httyd#how to train your dragon#hiccup haddock#hiccup#art#httyd hiccup#digital art#my art#hiccup httyd#my artwork#Viggo#httyd viggo#rtte viggo#viggo grimborn#httyd art#httyd fandom#artist#artists on tumblr#original art#artwork#hiccup rtte#how to train your dragon hiccup#hiccup how to train your dragon#hehahahah heâs gonna start flying if he swings his arms any further
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Modern au Hiccup is so Hammerhead by Penelope Scott coded
#specifically#hiccup runs away au#but just generally the themes of wanderlust needing to be in constant movement + leaving home behind for the sake of your mental health#moth.txt#httyd modern au#deyas dragons
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Waking on Dagon Island
"I've no regrets... none... yet I wish..." "I wish-" "I wish to fall asleep in my room, on Berk, like I used to. And... And I wish, once I wake in the morning, to see my father- my dad, sat for breakfast." [...] "Heiress Astrid...!" "Can you believe-" "Gods, every time I see her, I fear...! I fear that this will be the time they call her Chief."
Value practice + Gradient map fuckery
Don't you hate waking up from a dream where you got along with your father, only to find out that somehow, while you were sleeping, you've found your way to the island that forever doomed you away from home, for better or for worse? Yeah, me too.
#Did I mention that this whole mess technically starts as a runnaway au?#TL;DR on how the au actually starts#Hiccup actually does manage to fly away without Astrid catching him#But after flying for a bit he decides against running away & tries to come back (ofc Toothless takes him to the nest as per the movie)#In the end Hiccup goes out to fight the Red Death on the day he's supposed to kill Hookfang#And ofc the fight ends much the same way#He gets picked up by stray dragon hunters at one point (*cough cough* Maeve pre-dragonroot co leadership) & upon fleeing from them#he tries to return to Berk#Only to find out everyone thinks he's dead#Sucks to be him I guess#httyd#rtte#hiccup haddock#how to train your dragon#toothless#hiccup horrendous haddock iii#httyd au#race to the edge#rtte au#work in progress au
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Okay hear me out. I am a refugee, and I just thought about what if there are many new kids (httyd dragons) in the school because many families moved out from their homeland because of danger (tyranny? The "Red Death"??), and many also don't speak the language spoken on Berk yet. Additionally, some kids may struggle with all the stress that follows the situation, so some of them might do a little vandalism around Berk, which caused berkians to dislike them, and berkian kids to bully new kids. And those kids cannot even defend themselves, since they don't speak the language.
Toothless was one of those kids, yet him and Hiccup were able to understand each other despite the language boundaries. Hiccup was probably an outcast in the school as well, because he was a bit different.
Slowly, Hiccup and Toothless learn to understand each other, they become friends. Maybe in secret, at first, since becoming friends with "those foreign kids that ruin our city and that you can't trust or even communicate with" would align him to them, make him a traitor, in some way. Both later on find the situation between berkians and the refugees absurd, so they might run away to look for a better place where all people are accepted.
I am not usually that much of a httyd modern AU fan, but the way I would eat this in one bite
You all know how big of a "Hiccup runs away AU" enthusiasts I am
So hear me out, I know you're probably tired of all these AUs I make, but let me have one more (too much ideas in my hiperfixated brain) đ
Basically, the runaway concept but in a modern setting, cause I haven't seen that much of this idea explored
So, picture this, Toothless (not his real name) is a new kid in Hiccups school and they almost instantly hit it off. They're both weird it works
One day, he jokes with Hiccup about how they should run away together and how it would solve all their problems, and Hiccups like "Yeah maybe we should"
So they do. It's actually really easy for Hiccup to just leave home without anyone noticing, his dad works almost all the time, and it's not like neighbors pay any attention to him anyways
Of course Stoick would not accept the thought that his son ran away because maybe he wasn't the most attentive parent, so he probably goes with "it must have been a kidnapping or something like that"
Berk's a small town, the word gets around quickly so within weeks theres missing person posters everywhere, seatch parties etc.
It goes on like this for about a year, Stoick knows the chances that his son is still alive after this long are slim so as more years pass, he kinda "gives up" on searching
Astrid doesn't tho, but that's a story for another post
Meanwhile, Hiccups living his best life in a van with Toothless and some other friends he made along the way, completely unaware of anything đ
#CAN SOMEONE WRITE THIS#Httyd#Httyd Hiccup#httyd toothless#hiccup and toothless#hiccup runs away au#hiccup haddock
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tw: HEAVY non con
pervy drug dealer suguru who preys on you cuz youre young n pretty, youâre so unsure but all your friends do it n he promised heâll be here the whole time for you! âsweet thing, ya alright?â heâd ask when you cough and choke on your spit after your first inhale and heâd smile real wide n creepy when you say youâre fine you wanna keep goinâ.
testing the waters after you get real high, too high for your own good honestly, by rubbing up your thigh with comforting words. eventually he gets ballsy enough to lean in and kiss your cheek, âoh so cute babyâ heâd murmur when you shy away tellin him youâre uncomfortable with that.
but at this point? youâre really to high to honestly resist him, weak pushes and mumbled words as he scoots closer to you. his hand is ghostin your pretty pink panties and you shudder, trying to clench your thighs around his big hand. youâre cryin at this point, hiccuped sobs and soft pretty little ânoâs that egg him on.
eventually heâs got his fingers under your panties and for a little thing thatâs resisting so much he canât help but note how wet youâve gotten. your hand is barely gripping his wrist in a half ass attempt to pull it away, youâre hazy and all you can smell is the sour stench of weed and cigarette smoke wafting from getous clothes. it made you feel sick.
getouâs got his fingers spreading apart your pretty pink pussy, testing the waters as he grazes your clit. getou is usually a mean, rough man, all groping and vulgar words during sex. but you were such a cute little thing, clearly inexperienced and way too high, how could he truly be anything except sickly sweet.
he keeps going then, pressing sloppy kisses to your neck, running his fingers up and down your pretty cunt. âi wanna goâ, youâd cry out, âwonât tell anyone i promise!â but itâs a little too late for that isnât it, really? not when heâs this deep, not when he wants nothing more then to see you cum around his fingers. he ignored your pleas, working his middle finger into your tight cunt. and god were you tight. you found a little more of your voice then, wailing in pain as he attempts to get his middle finger knuckle deep inside of you.
âsweet thing, keep cryin just like that.â he coos at you, pressing his thumb against your clit. suguru asks if you want another hit then, when you shake your head (as much as you can) heâs already pressing the joint to your lips, fucking his middle finger in and out of you hard making you force an inhale.
getou laughs all mean when you cough again, and after a few moments pass heâs got your pretty little tits exposed pinching your nipples with his free hand. youâre so close to coming around his thick finger, he can feel it in the way you pulse around it. youâre still a sobbing mess, embarrassed at the involuntary moans leaving your lips.
âgna pee i think!â you gasp, way too high to understand what was truly happening. getou laughs again, hes got a ruthless pace going, in and out hard as he rubs your clit. when you finally cum itâs the most heâs seen your body moved in a while, you spasm and cry and all he can think is he wonders if youâll come smoke with him again.
#tw.dark content#geto suguru#jjk suguru#geto suguru smut#jujutsu kaisen#geto suguru x reader#dead dove do not eat#tw.drugging#geto smut#ŕł mars writes !#adults just naive reader ok slay#when i saw dark content i mean it fr
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