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drabbles-mc · 2 years ago

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Curbside Service

Luca x GN!Reader (ft. Marcus)

For @the-slumberparty's Bingo Challenge! Bingo Square: bakery

Warnings: 18+, language

Word Count: 3.2k

A/N: au where Luca runs his own bakery, my beloved. this is retaliatory insanity aimed directly at @narcolini and i simply have nothing else to say about it sksksk.

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For as much as Luca typically relished the hour or so at the very start of the day that he had to himself, he had to admit that he didn’t quite mind Marcus being there with him. He wasn’t expecting him to want to show up before five—he wouldn’t have blamed him for it either. Luca enjoyed the small hours of the morning because of the silence and peace that they afforded him. Apparently he wasn’t the only one who felt that way.

Marcus had the same sense of quiet, same calmness about him that was so rare to find in the kitchen. Luca really hadn’t known what to expect when Carmy broached the topic of sending someone his way. The memories of what it was like with Carmy in the kitchen were still clear in the back of his mind, and for as much as he respected Carmy, enjoyed the push that he got from him to be better, Luca was still painfully aware of the energy that he carried with him. He’d been preparing for more of the same, would do it gladly if it was Carmy asking, but he couldn’t deny the relief in him when he met Marcus and felt the easy-going energy he seemed to exude.

“Chef,” Marcus said in greeting as he passed through the kitchen.

Luca nodded, not looking up from his measurements as he listened to Marcus stroll by him to go and put his things away. “Morning, Chef.”

That was all the two of them said for a bit. Marcus came back out, tying his apron into place as he did. He found his place beside Luca and picked up right where Luca was leaving off. It was a routine that they’d found themselves getting comfortable in over the last few days. They would do their work, soak up the peace and quiet. Every now and then they’d chat, but it always felt purposeful when they did—it wasn’t just for the sake of filling the silence.

“Make up the next batch of these, Chef?” Luca asked, wiping his hands on his apron as he got ready to move onto the next part of his daily prep.

Marcus nodded, knowing that the question was only phrased as such to be polite. “Yes, Chef.”

He stepped away, making his way over to where he knew all of the baking supplies were kept. He didn’t have it memorized the same way that he did at The Beef—The Bear, but for how short his time there had been he was doing alright. He scanned the shelves, going back and raking over them again when he didn’t see what he was looking for, then once more even slower when the second through yielded no results. He didn’t want to ask for assistance if the answer was looking him in the face.

When he was fairly certain it just wasn’t there, Marcus took a deep breath. “Chef?”

“Yea?”

“Um. You guys got a secret back room you forgot to tell me about?”

Luca chuckled. “Why’s that?”

“Because if you don’t, we’re out of flour.”

The kitchen was silent for a moment as Luca stopped what he was doing and made his way over to Marcus. For five long seconds it was just the two of them looking at the empty storage shelves. Marcus felt himself tensing up, not knowing how this was going to end up. He knew how this would end up playing out in Chicago, but they were a long ways away from there now.

“Well,” Luca let out a quiet laugh, “looks like we’re out of flour, then.”

The genuine ease in his voice made the tension instantly disappear from Marcus’s shoulders. He laughed, too, before jokingly saying, “Guess we should just close up?”

Luca laughed a little harder at that. “Yea, quit while we’re ahead.” He shook his head. “I’ll make a call in a bit. Been too busy—didn’t realize the delivery hadn’t come through yet.”

Marcus nodded. “Heard.” He paused. “Now what?”

Luca shrugged. “Onto the next.” He nodded towards the doors that led out into the customer side of the bakery. “You can start on front of the house.”

He agreed without hesitation, the way that he always did in the kitchen. “Yes, Chef.”

Luca kept a loose eye on the clock while he did whatever else he could of the prep for the day. The delay was going to put them behind, but not in any way that wasn’t going to be manageable. In the back of his mind he was aware that the people who filtered in and out of the shop most likely wouldn’t even notice as long as there was something in the display case.

When it was finally late enough, he pulled his phone out of the back pocket of his jeans. Scrolling through his contacts, he made it down to the list of miscellaneous vendors he’d collected over the years. Once he dialed, he leaned back against the counter, phone pinned to his ear as he watched the timer ticking down on the oven.

“Hello?” you answered, sounding frazzled even though the day had hardly gotten started. It was going around, apparently.

“Hey, uh, sorry,” Luca didn’t recognize the voice, and for a moment he thought he’d called the wrong number. It took him a moment to recover and say, “Just calling about a delivery.”

“Okay, sure. What about it?” you asked.

He chuckled. “Never showed up.”

“Shit,” you said before you could stop yourself. You immediately covered your mouth with your hand, not that he could see you do it. “Sorry. Sorry.”

He smiled, not that you could see it. “It’s alright.”

“Okay. Right. Sorry.” You were trying to get your papers together, dig through the mess of a situation that had been left behind on the desk in the office. “Give me a second to get…get it together.” You heard him let out something between a hum and a laugh, but he didn’t say anything in response. Giving you the second you’d asked for, you assumed. Taking a deep breath, you finally said, “Alright. Sorry about that. What delivery were you looking for?”

The two of you went back and forth for a minute. You asked him some basic questions as you went through the papers, the orders that were pulled up on the computer screen in front of you. Then, sure enough, you found what you were looking for—a delivery that was supposed to have happened two days prior.

“I’m so sorry about that,” you said, pressing the heel of your free palm against your forehead. “Raf’s out and it threw a wrench into everything and his office is a mess so I’ve been trying to figure it out and some stuff, clearly, went through the cracks.”

“It’s alright. Blame it on Raf, yea?”

You laughed, feeling a little relieved at the ease with which he was handling the situation, but still anxious underneath it all. “Believe me, I will.” Leaning back in your chair, you tried to think about what your schedule looked like for the day. “I can run it over now?”

“What?”

“The flour. I can run it over to you if that works.”

“I can send my—”

“It’s fine. We usually bring it to you anyway. That’s,” you chuckled nervously, “that’s kind of the whole point, yea?”

Luca was nodding even though you couldn’t see him. Part of him wanted to say not to worry about it, that clearly you’ve got enough shit on your plate to try and handle. But he also knew that if the roles were reversed, he would be offering to do the same thing.

“Right. You have the address?”

“Um,” you looked over the order form on the screen, “yes.”

“See you in a bit, then.”

You let out a short sigh, glad that things didn’t implode like you thought they were going to when you picked up the phone. “See you in a bit.”

It wasn’t long before Luca heard Marcus calling back to him from the front of the bakery. “Chef?”

“Yea!” Luca called back as he started walking towards the door, fairly certain what it was about.

“Someone’s pulling up?”

“Yea,” Luca said with a laugh as he walked out of the kitchen and into retail side of the bakery, “the person letting you get the rest of your prep done, Chef.”

Marcus’s eyes widened slightly as he quickly started to follow in Luca’s footsteps, hardly even a stride behind him. Luca flipped the lock and pushed the glass doors of the bakery open. Reaching, he used his foot to drag out the doorstop to prop open the door on one side, Marcus taking the cue to do the same on the other.

“Wow,” you said with a laugh as you hopped out of the delivery van, “all hands on deck, huh?”

Luca flashed a quick grin as you strode up to him. “Make your life a little easier.”

Your brows furrowed for a moment as you registered the voice. “Luca? We spoke on the phone?”

“That was me,” he held his hand out for you to shake as he nodded towards the other man who had walked out with him, “And that’s Marcus.”

The morning had been such a whirlwind that until you felt the firm grasp Luca had on your hand, the warmth seeping from his palm into yours, your brain hadn’t slowed down enough to even register who you were really looking at. But then your eyes locked with his and every racing thought in your brain came to a screeching halt.

He broke off the handshake, an easy smile on his face as he nodded towards the van. “Thanks for this.”

“Yea, yea,” you worked harder than you should’ve had to just to get another word out, “no problem. Sorry,” you laughed nervously, “sorry it didn’t get here two days ago.”

Then it was just the two of you standing there. The concept of time was completely lost on you. It could’ve been seconds or hours as far as you were concerned. The only thing that alerted you to time passing at all was the sound of Marcus clearing his throat as he stood in the doorway of the bakery.

“These going in the usual spot?” he asked Luca, bag of flour held securely in his arms.

Luca looked back at him for a brief moment, nodding. “Yes, Chef. Thank you.”

Once Marcus nodded in understanding, Luca turned right back to you. You found yourself shoving your hands into the pockets of your jeans just to keep from fidgeting with them. This was just supposed to be a quick delivery, and another quick apology, but now it felt like you couldn’t move.

“Raf’s out?”

You huffed, rolling your eyes. “Yea.” You looked at Luca, saw the traces of concern on his face, and you shook your head. “Oh, don’t feel bad for him. He got hurt doing something stupid with his mates over the weekend. Messed up,” you gestured to your leg, “his entire shit.”

Luca chuckled, as much at your explanation as at your annoyance. You made it look good, somehow. “Left you holding the bag?”

You held your arms out. “Looks that way.”

“Still made it, though,” he said with a half-grin, like he was trying to soften the blow of it all for you.

“Two days late,” you said, almost like a joke even though it was the truth, “but we got here.”

You were vaguely aware of the fact that Marcus was still making trips back and forth with the bags of flour. You knew that you should let Luca go. You’d already put them behind schedule enough for not getting them what they needed when they actually needed it. But Luca didn’t seem like he was in that much of a hurry and if he wasn’t rushing off neither were you. You’d be willing to let the rest of your manager’s business crumble for a bit if it meant standing out on the sidewalk in the grey light of the early morning talking to a baker whose hair couldn’t have looked that good when he woke up in the morning.

“You’re not new,” he said it like a statement, but there was an unsaid question in there somewhere. He shook his head. “Never seen you, though.”

You shrugged. “Usually in the warehouse.”

“All the heavy lifting.”

Marcus butt into the conversation for a moment. “Least someone does the heavy lifting.”

You couldn’t stop the chuckle that slipped past your lips. You covered your mouth with your hand, like that would unmake the sound. Neither of them gave you time to wonder if there was tension there, because Luca smiled and Marcus laughed.

“Be there in a minute,” Luca called over his shoulder. Even not knowing him, you could tell that there wasn’t any sense of urgency to his voice. It would be more than a minute.

Marcus mumbled something under his breath. It was too muffled for you to hear, but Luca must’ve, because the slick grin on his face got a little wider. Whatever mumbled shorthand they’d developed was effective. You watched Luca shake his head.

“I don’t wanna hold you up,” you said. It was a formality, of course—you’d hold him up all day if he let you.

He shook his head, the lack of hesitation almost making you want to believe him. “No, you’re good. It’s alright.”

You tilted your head, cocking one eyebrow. “Is it?”

“We’re already behind, you know?”

You laughed. “That makes it alright?”

He shrugged. “A bit.”

You wanted to say that you hated how the way he was looking at you made your whole face feel hot, heat creeping down the column of your throat despite the cool morning air. You wanted to hate it, wanted to think it was ridiculous because it absolutely was, but you didn’t. You watched him run his hand over all the patchwork tattoos that he had and you knew that you would waste away the entire day right there on the sidewalk. Waste his entire day too.

“When’s Raf back?” he asked.

You huffed, shaking your head. “Who fucking knows?” You laughed but you really didn’t have any idea.

“Then back to the warehouse, yea?”

“Hope so—his office gives me anxiety just thinking about it,” you said, chuckling at the truth of it.

“Organized chaos.”

“Nothing organized about it,” you fired back, trying not to laugh because the state of that room really was beyond the reaches of your nightmares.

You didn’t know why it felt so easy. You didn’t know what was so disarming about him. It wasn’t even seven in the morning and his apron already had steaks going down it, probably the last of the flour that they had before running out because of the delivery you hadn’t made yet. No on in their right mind should look as ready and happy about the day as he did, but there he was anyway. Mellowed out and positive in the face of it all.

“You should come by again,” he said, tone level in a way that you wouldn’t have been able to achieve if the roles were reversed.

It sent a jolt through you but you tried to keep it together. “I’ll come through on time next time, at least,” you joked.

The ends of his mouth lifted into a tiny smile. “No, I mean just come by. Stop in. Doesn’t have to be at six in the morning.”

“But I get all your undivided attention this way,” you said, shocking yourself with how easily it rolled off your tongue. You hoped your face didn’t convey the surprise you felt.

If he picked up on it, he didn’t say anything about it. He let out a quiet laugh. “I wouldn’t worry about that if I were you.”

Your heart was pounding against the confines of your ribcage but you somehow managed to keep your voice level. “Right.”

There was the sound of one of the doors to the bakery clattering shut. Both you and Luca looked at the van to see Marcus lifting one of the last two bags of flour from the back of it. His gaze was fixed directly onto Luca as he said, “Last bag is yours, Chef. Don’t hurt yourself.”

Luca caught the way that Marcus’s serious façade cracked at the last minute, a grin on his face as he stepped into the bakery. Luca laughed as he called after him, “Thanks, Chef!”

You cleared your throat, trying to knock the dazed look off your face because you were certain it was painfully evident. “I’ll let you get to it, then.”

Luca nodded as he looked at you. “Alright, yea.” His eyes scanned over you and you tried not to think too much about the way that his smile grew just a little wider.

“Good luck with the heavy lifting,” you said with a laugh, white knuckling the keys in your pocket like they would keep you present in the moment rather than getting lost in the imaginary future scenarios that you were already conjuring up in your head.

“I think I’ll be alright,” he joked as he stepped over and grabbed the bag from the back of the van.

It was shameless and you knew it, the way your eyes shot straight to his arms. But he started it, right? He looked first. Fair was fair. When your eyes finally made their way back to his face the smirk pulling at his lips said everything that his words never would. He was a gentleman for that at least.

“You’ll be back though, right?” he asked.

You knew that he had the answer to that question already just from the look in his eyes. You indulged him by saying it out loud, though. Maybe you were indulging yourself too. “’Course, yea. Starting at six AM, right?”

He laughed, taking another step backwards towards the door. “I actually get here closer to four, if you’re ever—”

“I’m never,” you cut him off with a laugh. You shook your head, getting yourself together for a moment. “I’ll see you, Luca.”

He laughed, nodding. “See ya.”

He was inside and the bakery door was shut and locked behind him again before you even managed to put the van in drive. You gave the place one more look through your sideview mirror before finally pulling away. You would be shaking your head at yourself for the rest of the day, for sure. But it’d be worth it. Going back would be worth it too.

Luca strolled into the kitchen, not saying anything as he went to put the last of the delivery away.

Marcus was shaking his head as he worked his way through the prep that Luca had decided to put off just a little while longer. He wanted to try and sound annoyed but he started laughing before he could take a good stab at it. “Fuckin’ unbelievable.”

Luca was laughing too as he found his spot next to Marcus. “You had this under control just fine.”

“Like you’d know,” Marcus joked. “Too busy out there talking and not helping me with the two tons of flour you ordered.”

“Want me to pretend to be sorry?” he asked, laughing still.

Marcus shook his head. “Fucker.”

“Come on,” Luca feigned a serious tone, “Get to it—we’re behind on prep.”

The silence between them only lasted for another second before they both broke back down into laughter again.

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iridescent-solstice · 7 months ago

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One might call Asra a very charismatic charmer, and they'd be so right. That's the only explanation available for how easily he managed to pull Helen into indulging him tonight.

With his parents spending more and more time at the shop lately, there wasn't nearly enough alone time as Asra preferred. But he knew it was only a matter of time before the palace called them back. So, he tried to be patient. Its always like this with her. More and more patience required every single day. Yet still he couldn't help but yearn for Helen's attention to be solely on him and him alone.

And how did he achieve that desire? By tugging at her love for colours of course

. . .

His low lidded eyes watch as her brows furrow in contemplation. Tongue sticking out slightly as she frets over the dried-up nail polish that won't apply properly. Breathing in softly to steady her shaky hands, she tries to paint an abominably vibrant range of colours on his nails. At his request, she is more than willing to commit a colour theory violation . . . Only for him though.

The brush ever so slightly touches the skin next to his nail making her hiss in frustration. Tightening her grip on his hand, she shoots him a glare, "stop moving, you're ruining my work." He shoots her a sheepish smile, "sorry my arm was falling asleep a little." Another white lie that falls so easily from his lips . . . The truth? He finds her irritation directed towards him very endearing.

(@graciebasie's oc has stolen my heart . . . and asra's too sksksks- This is a very short drabble cause I've been extremely tired as of lately, but I hope you like it nonetheless!)

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fire-emblem-drabbles · 2 days ago

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to Have Found, and be Loved by You

Pairing: Fallen! Muarim x reader

Prompt: I Shouldn’t be As Horny As I am For Him

Description: Fear wasn’t the only reason your heart beat fast around Muarim. No, it was far from it-- the swirl of emotion that hit you when he was around was nothing short of disorienting. When you come across him, alone outside the Order of Heroes, his heat having clouded his senses, you come face to face with the realization; Muarim wants you as much as you do him.

Content Warning: Muarim is feral, heat/rut, breeding (and talks of making a family and getting pregnant), knots/knotting, fem reader with use of she/her and talk of breasts/pussy, over stimulation, uhh I may have missed some this is kinda long, as always ask to tag!

Word Count: 6363

Rating: Not sfw

Notes: Oh my GOD I shouldn’t be getting so giddy and excited over this man he’s obviously in agony this is the saddest boner like ever can I get an F in the chat. Other than that uhh... hi Muarim I’m so sorry this is my first fic for u but it’s your fault for having such a deep voice sksksk

Notes, part 2: So i wrote the first of these notes in 2022 when Muarim first came out... and now that 3 years have passed and I’m finally finishing this (send help) I figured it only appropriate to add more. This went a FAR different direction than I originally anticipated it would, and I’m not even mad. this came out hot as fuck. The original title was “something wicked this way comes” but the fic took SUCH a turn that it doesn’t fit anymore

Your initial response in summoning Muarim could only be fear. He was this hulking, seething and writhing man with barely a hold on his sanity. Or, so you had thought. Every fallen hero was different, however, and even he, trapped in this cursed state, proved to have some semblance of his former self. Enough in fact that you very quickly (both through interacting with him, and heroes who had known him before this evil overtook him) began to realize Muarim was a kind and gentle man. Even as this curse soaked his veins, all he thought to do was protect those around him and his little one.

Tormod, you heard his name was. Part of you was glad he had not been summoned here with Muarim. From what Ike and Sothe explained, Muarim was practically his father. You didn’t wish it upon him to see Muarim in this state, with nothing to be done for him in the world of Zenith. Truly nothing, for even though you had Reyson, Leanne, and Rafiel who had claimed to save Muarim in his world (a comforting thought, at the time) their song did little for him here beyond soothe his anger before he went too far. You were loathe to think that it was you, the power of Breidablik and it’s contract that kept him in this state of unrest. That wasn’t your only guilt when it came to Muarim, however; over time, as you had worked and grown and come to know him you grew feelings of a more carnal nature.

It was far beyond embarrassing and in fact, mortifying. So much so that whenever some lewd thought made way to you, you did whatever you could to rid your self of it. That often saw you diving into whatever work need be done. And as of late, you had made yourself very busy. Many heroes had taken notice-- thankfully, none could point as to why you had become such a busy body as of late.

Tonight, you were taking a moment for yourself. Granted, it could still be counted as work but you like to think the stray cats that gathered near the forest by the Order of Heroes were happy you did this. You made a habit of coming out just after dinner, sparing a few rations for the poor kitties out here. It wasn’t anything that would be missed, just some meat and fish scraps. Your little friends always seemed to appreciate it, though, and had come to expect you at this time. You always did have a soft spot for cats...

“Oh kitties,” You coo, smile on your face. The cats always got your mind off things; as of late, of course, you had a lot of things you wanted to get your mind off of. You found yourself spending more and more time out here with them. “Come and get dinner.” Gently, you place your rations to the ground, spread out a little so hopefully the cats wouldn’t fight over them. Usually, with the sound of your voice a small crowd of at least seven or eight cats would come out yelling, trotting over and meowing at you before going to town. However, tonight, you just get three of your regulars. Even they seem cautious, quietly greeting you and hesitantly sniffing the same thing you always bring.

“Well hello guys,” You knell down and gently pet a tabby on the back. “Where’s the rest of you tonight?” You wonder allowed. The cats seem a little calmed both by your presence and the food you brought but its obvious they’re still on edge. “What’s got you all scared?” You move to be more comfortable and snap a twig under your foot. The sound has all three cats jumping and nearly running. “Oh goodness, that bad huh? Should I be scared as well?” You can’t help but giggle at their skittish behavior. As a tense moment passes between their wide eyes before the cats begin to once again eat, tails still puffed and high.

You settle against a tree near them, leaning against it and letting out a drawn out sigh. A yawn soon follows suit as you feel the weight of the day settle on you. You got a lot done, with hardly a thought towards Muarim. Of course, now that all was still that was fit to change. You hadn’t really seen him today, now that you thought of it. He did tend to seclude himself but still-- he would at least take a moment to check in with you, even if it was just a nod or a gaze… it made you worry. You bite your lip, watching the three cats eat quickly before a large rustle had them all flinching. You looked to the source, tensing yourself. The cats were quick to flee as a deep growl rang out and you found yourself reaching for your weapon-- it wasn’t there, however. Only Breidablik innocently sat on your side, and it was no good in an honest to goodness battle.

“You… you should not be out here tonight.” Your heart was still beating fast as you recognized the voice before you.

“Muarim? Is that you?” You call out, standing up properly to take a look deeper into the forest. “It’s just me, you can come out.” You calm somewhat, knowing it was only him. There’s still a certain edge to you, though. Something you can’t shake.

“Stay away!” His growl has you pausing in your step. “I… I am not myself tonight.” His voice has gone soft as he speaks. He’s struggling with something more than what usually tortures him. Still, you want to help.

“Are you okay?” You can’t help but be concerned for him, though. “I didn’t see you today. I was actually just worrying about you.” Despite your hairs standing on edge, you laugh. “If you really would like to be alone, I’ll leave. Just after I make sure you’re not hurt.” You barter with him, hoping he might show himself.

“...Very well.” Muarim moves closer to you, making himself seen in the quickly fading light of the evening sun. You move closer in turn, taking in every move he makes-- the heavy heaving of his chest, the way his nails easily dig into the bark of the tree beside him, how his eyes never leave your form. Even the sharp inhale of breath as he sees you move closer to him, unflinching. Once you’re next to him, mere inches between the two of you, you speak.

“May I?” You raise a hand towards him. Muarim is as hesitant as usual to let people touch him. Perhaps even more so, with the way he tries to step back. “Just for a moment. I think it would be good for you.” You plead.

“I…” You can hear the way he struggles for his voice. His eyes meet yours and you give him a smile. You can see his will falter as he speaks. “You… must be quick. Every moment with you is another I struggle to hold myself back.” You try not to think too hard on the meaning of those words lest your mind twist it to something it isn’t. Still, gentle as you dare, you move your right hand to cup his cheek. Muarim shudder’s visibly as you hold his cheek. You swipe your thumb across it slowly once, twice, savoring the feel of his soft fur before moving to take your hand away. Only, halfway between your bodies, Muarim catches your wrist. You don’t dare move as the breath catches in your throat.

“I can’t hold myself back.” His voice has gone low now, more animal like in quality. “You… need to run away. Now.” Even as he says the words, Muarim doesn’t let go of you. You make no move to struggle in his grip. “I’ll… hurt you.”

“But…” You frown, even as you feel his grip grow tighter. Even if you wanted to run there would be little you could do to tear from his grasp without getting hurt. “You don’t seem well… I don’t think it’s right for me to leave you alone.” You’re caught off guard as Muarim pulls you closer to him by your wrist. You’re now pinned to the tree that he once held, wrist held above you as Muarim closes the distance between you. His heated breath does nothing to calm your beating heart.

“Your scent…” His head dips to where your shoulder and neck meet and he takes a deep inhale. You can’t help the way your entire face flushes at the action. He soon lets out a low groan. “Your scent is driving me wild. If you don’t leave, I’ll…” he doesn’t bother to finish his sentence as he soon captures your lips with his. If you were caught off guard before, you’re floored now as Muarim greedily kisses you. He’s all sharp teeth and pressing tongue in a way that has you dizzy and weak in the knees. Before you can even think to react Muarim has pulled back a fair few feet from you, breathing heavy and obviously struggling with something.

“...What was that?” You look to him with wide eyes and tingling lips, confusion dancing on your features. He still stays close, though. Unwilling to let you leave, eager to feel you against him once more.

“I want you.” His words are growled out in that deep tone that has your gut twisting into butterflies. Even as he speaks, he looks away from you. “Despite being cursed as I am, I’ve still succumbed to my heat. If you don’t leave now I… I won’t be able to…” You stay still as he looks back to you. “I won’t be able to hold myself back. A-and if I hurt you because I couldn’t control my instincts…” You swallow, thick and heavy.

“I… don’t think you’ll hurt me.” You can hardly hear your own words past the beating of your heart in your ears, the rush of blood to your loins. “If you’re not against it… I’d like to stay.” You’re trembling now, but not because of fear. “I want you too.” It was easier said than the truth of the matter (that you love him, of course) but so heavy a topic didn’t seem quite fitting in the moment. Not when both your hormones are now raging. When you were so deliriously close to having him claim you.

“You’re… strange.” He stalks towards you slowly, calculated like the predator he is. Offering you a way out. “Even as I am, curse clawing at my mind and heat twisting my thoughts even more… you want me?” He’s close once more, leering down at you with an intense look.

“Y-yeah.” You find words are failing you as you look up to him. “Is that bad?” You whisper. He leans in close to your face once more, this time holding your chin in a way that could only be called gentle.

“Perhaps,” His gaze is half lidded, the distance between you is slowly closing. His next words are spoken against your own lips. “But I’m finding it hard to care.” Before you’re given chance to care yourself, Muarim is pressing his lips against yours once again. This time, he’s surprisingly soft and careful, a far cry from the moments before. It’s as if he’s testing the waters, seeing if your really wanted this. But you do, more than anything. So this time, you take the initiative and pull him taut against you, wrapping your arms around his neck and tilting your head to try and deepen the kiss. You’re met with a growl as Muarim pulls back, hand moving from your chin to cup your cheek.

“Needy, aren’t you?” Muarim huffs, red eyes staring into yours. “You want this as bad as I do, is that right?” It’s more of an observation than a question at this point, but it doesn’t fail to make your cheeks darken regardless.

“Don’t want you to have to hold back for me,” You admit with a heavy breath, keeping his gaze locked into yours. “I’m not gonna fall apart from your touch or leave.” You add, bringing one hand to trace down his warm cheek, feeling the soft fur of his stripes. “If you want to savor me, then do so-- but if you want to devour me, please don’t hold back.” The words that were hard to find merely a moment ago come spewing forth.

“You deserve me better than this,” His words are more growl, growing harder to understand the longer he denies himself of you. He takes a large, ragged breath, closing his eyes and letting the air leave his nose in a heavy, conserved way.

“Perhaps, but there will be time for that later.” You close your eyes a moment as well, gathering yourself. Willing yourself to admit out loud how you need him. “But I have you now, and I’m not going to complain about that.” You watch as his eyes, twisted red and intense, open again. There’s a quality to them you’ve never seen from him before. A hunger, an ever burning desire-- and it only fuels yours, knowing that it’s for you.

“Devour…” he repeats your words from before, sharp teeth grazing against your soft skin as he traces down to once more take in your scent. “Is that what you want, _____? For me to take of you until there is no part of you that doesn’t know me?” His words are low, rasped into your ear. “To plunder of your soft body, to let everyone know who it is that claims you?” He crowds you against the tree, careful claws digging into the swell of your hips. Finally, oh finally, he pulls you flush against him, and you can feel just how desperate he has become. His aching cock ruts against you, grinds against you so sinfully slow you can only let out a little pitiful moan in response.

“Please…” It’s all you can manage in the moment, dizzy off the rush of desire that hits you. You’re already shamefully wet-- and neither of you have even shed your clothing. Your hands find purchase against his shoulders, pressed against his chest-- just him, him, Muarim--! “You have no idea how badly I’ve wanted you…” You whine against him, your hot breath mingling with his. Gods, you might as well be the one in heat with the surge of desire going though you.

“I might have some…” There’s a dark chuckle that leaves him, one followed by a particular harsh thrust against you-- one that has you moaning loudly, right into his sensitive ear. “I’ve longed for you the same.” He pulls you into another heated kiss. You moan into his mouth, and he is all too happy to swallow your cries, to urge you out of your cloak so he can more easily take of you. The kiss is a mess of teeth and limbs, and you both lose your clothing along the way, forgotten in the heat of the moment. You pull away only so Muarim can lay you down on the nest of clothing, careful even as he settles between your legs.

You lay there, panting, looking up at him with wide eyes. You can tell, he wants to be sweet for you-- wants to try and make this something special, even as instincts claw at him and his curse begs him to be meaner-- Muarim is ever the gentleman. Somehow, he finds the patience to admire you, to ghost his claws over your naked body and soak up your needy little breaths and whines. You are not so patient, though. Your eyes snake along his body, admiring the tan of his skin, tracing his stripes and scars. Taking in every part of him, and casting it to memory. If you were to look up, you could see he was doing the same.

Almost bashfully, you peak at his cock. But you can’t help the little gasp the leaves you as you see the beginnings of a knot, swelling at the base of his cock. “Are you feeling shy now, little one?” Muarim’s deep voice pulls your gaze back up to his face. Perhaps shy is one way to put it-- but the feeling is more akin to anticipation, swelling in the wake of all your desire.

“It’s hard not too, when you look at me like your starving.” You counter, pulling him closer, willing to feel the warmth of his body against yours in the quickly chilling night. “I hadn’t known you to be so hungry…” You moan softly, feeling his lips pepper kisses down your jaw. Muarim is eager to taste the salt of your skin, take in everything that makes you, you.

“I’ve not had someone to share my heats with in… a very long time.” He pauses to look up at you, red eyes almost showing the amber that hide beneath. “And you, little one, are a meal many would seek to savor.” As he returns to laving your skin, you cry out as his teeth sink into you. It’s a small bite, one that Muarim is quick too soothe over, to lave his tongue over and moan as he tastes your blood.

“Need you though,” You all but whine, gasping as you feel his cock slap against your stomach. He growls in return, looking to you as a bead of blood slides down to your breast. Your heart beats, your chest rising and falling as you speak. “Please, Muarim, need you to breed me…!” You pant out, pulling him against you, moaning out as his cock slides against your folds.

There’s a change in him, then, one that has him grabbing you by the hips as he more forcefully moves between your legs. “Breed you?” The cadence of his voice has you clenching against nothing, has you looking up at him with baited breath. “Oh Summoner…” His cock feels so hot, searing against your cunt. He moves, until his fat head kisses against your entrance. “You want to give me another little one?” His words are punctuated with a hard thrust into you, one that has you gasping and moaning. “You want to be mother of my children?” He sinks into you, inch by inch, until you feel the knot swelling at the base of his cock kissing your entrance.

The feel of him—reaching so deep in you, filling you like no one else ever will—is nothing short of satisfying. The heave of his chest, watching you carefully despite his filthy words; making sure you were comfortable before he moves. “Muarim, oh please…” You’re breathless, sure that he’s in you so deep, he’s reached your lungs. “Gods, I want that. Make me a mother…!” You hitch a leg around the small of his waist. Muarim growls, moving slow. Dragging his cock out of your sweet, silken folds until just his head remains.

“Don’t worry, _____, I’ll breed you nice and full.” You want him to lose control, want to feel the drag of his cock in you again and again and again until your fucked stupid on his knot. “Keep you fat and happy with my children, stuffed full of my cum and kept plugged with my knot.” And then finally, finally, he picks up the pace. Fucks into you with a steady rhythm he has no hopes of keeping, not when you cry so sweetly beneath him, not when the curse that holds him demands he takes, and not when his heat all but agrees that you deserve to be bred full of his kids.

“Yes, yes! Thank you, oh, fuck…!” You bite your bottom lip, pulling him closer, an invitation for him to kiss you again, with all the hunger he refuses to let out too soon. You moan like a wanton whore into his mouth, meeting his every thrust and crying out in pleasure. When you pull back from the kiss, to look up at him with flushed cheeks and dazed eyes and speak out slurred “I love you, fuck, love you, love you so so much…!” Does Muarim’s fragile composure finally break.

He fucks you with the vigor his heat demands he does, with the power and hunger from his curse. Filthy praise leaves him, leaning down to growl it into your ear. “My Summoner, my little one, my precious mate… gonna fuck a child in you, make you a mother, mark you so everyone knows…” Muarim feels himself growing close, feels as his knot slides in and out you, barely catching on your entrance before popping back in.

“Yes, yes, fuck, love you, love you so much, please please knot me!” You cry out, clinging to him, arching your back as his clawed fingers swipe messy patterns on your clit. His other hand pushes your leg up against your chest, fucking that much deeper in you, kissing your cervix with every brutal thrust of his hips. “Oh fuck, gods, Muarim…! I’m so close, hah, oh…!” Your babbling, a mess under him.

Muarim wastes no time in biting down on that same spot as before, hard this time – fangs sunk into your skin, sure to make a pretty bruise. You cry out in surprise as he does so, cumming with a strangled moan as you cling to him. Muarim thrusts once, twice, before growling, hips stuttering before he sheathes himself fully in you, his knot swelling up inside you. He cums with a roar, lifting from the junction of your shoulder and neck to grind his hips into yours, making sure his seed took root. You can’t help but cry out again, the sensation of him knotting and cumming in you causing your own orgasm to last far longer.

It takes a long moment for you to come down, chest heaving and eyes somewhat blurry as you look to Muarim, resting atop you. You can still feel him in you, his swollen knot keeping the two of you locked together. You raise a trembling hand, brushing back some of his green fur and admiring the sheen of sweat on his skin.

“So good for me…” He coos out, soft as he can manage now. Muarim shifts the both of you to lay on your sides, careful with his knot still in you. Looking face to face now, you can see a small smile on his features. In this quiet, intimate moment, it’s almost as if he is not cursed; or perhaps, when he is with you, it doesn’t seem so bad. “_____… My little mate.” his clawed hand pushes back some of your own sweaty hair. “Love you too…” He whispers, hand moving to settle one of you waist, and the other over your womb.

“I… oh goodness.... I wanted to tell you some other time, make it special. But you felt so good… I just…” You shake your head, more than a little embarrassed about all you had said when you were all worked up.

“Was perfect…” He assures you, pulling you closer. You gasp out, oversensitive still as his cock nudges that much deeper in you. He looks to the mark on your shoulder, frowning gently and licking up the blood that had begun to pill. “Couldn’t think of a better time myself.” He laughs softly, and you can’t help but smile, happy to see the usually stoic man so comfortable now.

“And um… I wasn’t lying. If I do end up pregnant… I’d be really happy.” You manage, cheeks dark. You look to his red eyes, to the look of wonder that seems to cross his features. “I do want to be with you-- have kids with you.” You hold his cheek with one hand, smiling softly. “If we had a family together… I’d be very happy.” You finally manage.

“A family…” Muarim closes his eyes. “I want that as well, but I fear as I am now…” Something sad crosses his features, and you frown oh so softly.

“I don’t care.” You say sternly, watching as he opens red eyes to look at you. “You think if I cared about that, I would be here now?” You add in, features softening. “Muarim… I fell in love with you, as you are now. I know, being cursed isn’t ideal… but I love and trust you.” You caress his cheeks again, addicted to the feel of his soft fur. “We can make this work.”

“...I am lucky, to have found and be loved by you.” He allows himself to smile, the brightest one you’ve seen on his face since he was summoned here. He holds your cheek in turn, caressing it softly before smirking-- the look sinister is a way that only has you clenching down on him. “Who am I, to deny my mate, if she wishes for a family?” Your left gasping and clinging to Muarim, as his cock is finally able to slide out of you, his knot having gone down just enough.

He does not pull out all the way though, leaving his head in your entrance, admiring the way your combined releases try to drip down between your thighs. After a moment, he thrusts back into you, easing you back on your back. Both of your legs are pushed up against your chest, until Muarim has folded you into a mating press. “No, better to breed this pussy again and until I’m sure my seed has taken. Anything for my precious little one.” Each word, punctuated by a hard thrust. Until Muarim has once again worked up into a heavy, unforgiving pace, stirring up his previous load in you.

You’ve lost higher thought at this point, moaning loud and stupid as he fucks into you. You’re still so sensitive from before, every part of you tingling and warm and so so wet. You want to be good for Muarim, though, Gods, you want his baby so bad, even as over stimulation is quick to hit you. “Oh fuck, yesss--!” You cry out, unable to do anything other than take it as Muarim fucks you. It’s too much in the best of ways, and you find yourself tumbling into another orgasm before you can even stop yourself.

You let out a strangled cry, one that Muarim answers with roar of pleasure-- but he doesn’t stop fucking you, only rocking into your hips faster and harder, his heavy balls hitting your ass with every thrust. Somehow, he’s able to fuck you through your orgasm, the loud breaths he takes not quite enough to drown out the sound of your release squelching out from your cunt.

“M-muarim, ohh, it’s too much…!” You whine out, fingers digging into the tangle of clothing cushioning the two of you. The sounds between the two of you are downright sinful-- skin slapping, wet squelching, heavy breathing and heady moans. “I-I can’t… please!”

“Shh, little one…” His voice is gruff, made dark under the weight of his desire. Even as he speaks, he never stops fucking you. Rutting into you like the beast in heat he is. “You’re doing so good, just a little bit more. You can cum again for me, cum all over my cock and milk me like a good mommy, can’t you?” His words are growled in your ear, filthy in the best of ways.

“I wanna, I wanna be a good mommy!” You slur, breath coming fast, the line between pleasure and pain blurring. So soon, you can feel another orgasm creeping up on you. The pleasure only increases tenfold as Muarim rubs harsh circles on your clit, whispering again in your ear.

“Then cum for me, mommy. Show me how bad you want you want it.” Muarim once again slams his knot into you, locked inside by the sheer size it has reached. You come with a silent cry, mouth open in pure, unadulterated bliss, as your pussy milks Muarim for all he’s worth.

Muarim is not so quiet as he cums, rutting into you as much as his knot will let him move. He huffs, rough words barely reaching you through the haze of bliss. “Take it, little one… take all my seed.” And take you do-- with a happy moan and content sigh. You can feel his load settle in your pussy, and swear you even feel it reaching your womb. The idea has you feeling so giddy and excited.

Slowly, the two of you fall into the lull of sweet afterglows, breathing gently and settling down. Muarim is careful to ease your legs down, slotting in between you and once more settling down. This time, he lays on his back, pulling you into his chest. You don’t complain, merely whining softly as his still hard cock stirs his hot cum in you. “Shh, rest now…” He murmurs, running his long fingers though your hair.

You do rest, breathing in. And breathing out. Yes-- this is all still real. Muarim breathes steady below you, and yet your heart still beats fast. You might never rest in his company, if you were always this excited to be with him. Just how in love you were.

“I love you.” You remind him, hand curling gently in the soft hair of his chest. “Love you so much…” You curl into him, perfectly content by his side.

“And I love you…” His voice is more a grumble, the haze of sleep quick to over take it. You find yourself in agreeance, sleep would be so nice; that is, until a cool night breeze reminds you just where you two are.

“No sleeping though.” You mumble out yourself, tapping your fingers along his cheek. He opens his eyes to look at you, a small frown set on his face.

“You need to rest, though.” His voice is stern. There’s no point in arguing, but you continue.

“And I won’t be doing it outside.” You quip back. Muarim laughs, merely pulling you closer to him. Still, your heart clenches at the sound, and you lose some of your fight. “What were you doing out here, anyways…” You mutter, looking away softly in embarrassment.

“I…” Muarim falters, a faint blush dusting his own cheeks. “I knew you would be around here… I tried to stay away, but my longing for you was too much.” He confesses, looking to you with red eyes so clear and sweet, it sets your heart beating anew.

“That’s…” You swallow hard. Many things. Hot, for one-- he only thought of you when he was in heat--, sweet, for another; he must know you come out here nightly to feed the cats. “That means… you wanted to share your heat with me?” In the wake of all that has been said and done, you can’t help but look to him with a small look of wonder. Despite it all, there was still a small big of nagging in you-- that Muarim, clear of mind (if he could be called that), might not have wanted this.

“Wanted? Little one, how many times must I tell you that I ache for you?” Muarim lets an easy smile cross his features. “You’ve no idea how much I’ve longed to make you mine-- to hold you in my arms as I do now, and hear that you love me as I love you.” You believe him, too, with that beautiful look of longing in his eyes. “But as much as I’ve wanted you… this curse has made me a rotten, evil beast.” Claws suddenly dig into you-- not too hard, more like a cat whose claws you would have to trim soon. Enough to grab your attention, remind you of who you were with. “I want to hide you away, to seclude you from all others and keep you safe and satisfied with me.” Your face flushes, and you try to find the words to say while Muarim only continues.

“I get so angry, when I see others try to charm you-- when I see how they try to claim you as there own.” His grip loosens, instead tracing down your hips and back up, to hug around your waist. “Knowing that you will soon carry my child… that everyone will see you’re mine now…” Your breath hitches as you see that evil smirk cross his features once more. “It could not please me more.”

“Promise, I’m all yours.” You smile at him, heart beating fast in the wake of his darker confessions. A result of the curse, perhaps-- but he seemed so much better, more clear headed, when he was with you. A burden (if it could even be called that-- the familiar curl of anticipation in your gut begged to differ) well worth the effect you seemed to have on him. “Just please take me inside soon. I’m not as warm as you.” You whine softly, clinging again to him as another breeze passes by the two of you. His face softens then, taking you in.

“Of course, little one.” He moves gently, until the two of you are off your pile of clothing, and you’re once more on your side. You’re about to ask why, until you gasp-- Muarim’s cock has softened enough to where he can pull out of you. You whine at the feeling, and then blush at the sudden rush of your combined releases gushing out of your pussy. Muarim coos softly, watching with a heated gaze, only making you more embarrassed.

“We’ll have time to fill you back up.” He assures you, that filthy smirk once more playing at his features. He pats your lower stomach, where your womb sits, before helping you sit up. You’re too embarrassed now to stop him, allowing him to help you redress before he steps back into his own clothing. You move to stand, but stumble, surprised to find your legs already sore and aching. You plop back down, into Muarim, who chuckles warmly.

“Allow me to help, love.” Muarim stands, and easily hauls you into his arms, pulled close against his chest. You hold him, surprised not by his strength, but by being picked up.

“I-if you carry me like this, everyone’s going to look!” You hiss out, looking up at his face.

“Let them. I’m sure every laguz and beastkin in the area heard us.” He muses, delighted in the color dusting your cheeks. “And if they did not, they will be able to smell me all over you.” His voice takes on a low tone, clearly delighted that people would know. “If the beorc ask questions, we will tell them the truth.” He decides.

“We will not!” You counter, voice rising slightly, even as Muarim has begun the walk back to the Order of Heroes proper. “I-if anyone asks, w-we’ll just tell them I tripped, or—” Muarim stops you, looking down at you.

“Are you… embarrassed?” he asks suddenly. He makes no move to drop you, and still continues forward, even as his features have fallen

“Yes!” You exclaim. “I-I don’t need the whole order knowing I had…” You look around suddenly, afraid of other people hearing. Convinced the two of you were alone, you continue. “sex outside, because we were too horny to make it back inside!” You add in, voice a loud whisper. Muarim calms visibly at this.

“That… makes sense. I forget how sensitive you beorc are.” He huffs softly, easily opening the doors back inside while still holding you.

“Muarim… did you think I was embarrassed to be with you?” You whisper, watching as his eyes dip to you a moment, before looking back to where he was walking.

“It… would not have surprised me.” he admits, still looking ahead. He looks so stoic, now. So far away. It isn’t long before the two of you make it to your personal quarters. He lets the two of you in, and places you down gently on your bed. He moves back, but your grab his sleeve.

“Hey.” You pout softly, catching his attention. “I’m sorry, I didn’t mean to scare you. You know how happy I am to be with you, right?” You urge him to sit next to you. And, weak as he is for you, Muarim does not complain, sitting down on your bed and pulling you into his lap. You crane your neck up to see his face. “I don’t mind being seen with you. Don’t care that you’re a laguz, don’t mind that your cursed…” You grab his hand into yours, and lace your fingers together. “And I don’t care where you came from, or who you were. Because you’re here with me now.” You raise your entwined hands, kissing the top of his palm.

“Little one…” He buries his face in the crook of your neck, right next to his bite.

“Don’t think too hard, yeah?” You yawn, the busy night finally catching up with you. “Let’s rest for now… Your heat isn’t done yet, right?” You rub at your sleepy eyes, crawling out of Muarim’s lap to lay on your bed. You tug him down with the hand you hold, and he follows suit-- cradling you to his chest, with a hand slipping around your waist.

“I have another day or so at least.” He huffs, burying his face in your hair and inhaling deeply of your scent. You could tell, he did not look forward to it-- being so consumed by his instincts.

“I’ll be here.” You assure him, closing your eyes and curling into him. “No one will miss me for a day or two…” Your words are punctuated by a yawn. That couldn’t be further from the truth, but-- you weren’t leaving Muarim, not when he needed you.

Still, the two of you go to sleep, content in one another's company. There would be challenges ahead, certainly-- but nothing you could not face together. Sleep comes, only because you are so worn out. Otherwise, sheer giddiness may have kept you awake. After all, you couldn’t stop thinking about what a family with Muarim might be like…

#fallen muarim #fallen muarim x reader #muarim x reader #not sfw #feh #fe por #fe rd

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hexfloog · 2 years ago

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(Episode 404, The Mysterious Angel's Mansion - pt. 2)

This little scene is probably one of my favorite DB interactions in the entire show -v- Everything from the way they got here— that is, Conan deliberately starting shit (and then throwing hands sksksk)— to the way they each react to the situation, to the eventual resolution and their implied state of their relationship with Conan...

To be fair, their dynamic is more than implied and we see it in action all the time, but rarely do we get to see anything apart from the reactionary, situational interactions necessitated by some external circumstance. Friends sometimes fight amongst themselves, kids even moreso, but the DB often get tangled in such dire, life-or-death situations that we usually don't get to evaluate the friendship beyond raw reactions to things like Genta nearly being shot, Mitsuhiko going missing, drivers taking off with Ayumi in the trunk, etc.

You could happily argue that this is just proof of strong relationships, because there's no time to premeditate anything and they're forced to be little balls of instinct-- and I would agree, but that's not the angle I'm taking with this scene.

Obviously, Conan is Team Mom, always spearheading the charge and guiding and looking after the others, but if the DB rarely hear Conan apologize for anything (as is the implication here), it fits right in with his character. He's a proud individual and having to even associate with children is, at least in the beginning of the series, embarrassing to him. Haibara even teases him a little afterwards with an observation that it's "tough" to motivate kids, possibly referring to the mental mountain he had to summit by admitting that he was wrong.

The only thing that could maybe make me like this scene more is if Conan's authenticity were less nebulous, but that same ambiguity is exactly what makes this scene appealing to me, too: reuniting the group by forcing a conflict to overcome despair and hopelessness and press onwards for the sake of someone else is, to Shinichi, probable justification to be both disingenuous or earnest about an apology, so I'm… well, I don't come away from this scene really knowing which one it is, and I... kind of love that. The series struggles with grey areas and I will absolutely take what I can get here

So does anyone think he meant it? Shinichi obviously cares about the children, so the natural answer is yes, but whether he's more or less honest about his apology has no bearing on the result— the kids stop fighting either way— so... at least in my head... there is no correct answer. It's left entirely to the viewer and just comes down to how you interpret his character: if he meant it, cool, the fact that he cares enough about the kids to put aside his pride for them is selfless and delightful; if he didn't, well... that's equally intriguing, isn't it? Maybe he's simply too proud to apologize and mean it, and the fight was just a means to an end (and nothing more) so that they could continue pursuing the solution to their dilemma... which could mean that Shinichi has an enduring problem prioritizing the mystery* over his peers (exactly the thing that got him into the Conan mess in the first place)...

This is a very short scene but goddamn if I don't enjoy the hell out of it. I love the kids and I wish they did more open-ended stuff with them like this (sobbing)

#dcmk #internal screaming hours #text #edogawa conan #tsuburaya mitsuhiko #yoshida ayumi #kojima genta #haibara ai #queue #long post

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bwoahtastic · 3 months ago

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okay alpha seb again! i just cant stop thinking about him 😭 have you seen the tom holland protecting zendaya against the pparazis video? sico, single momma, genderbent, famous au

nico being this big amazing serious movie star and also so tall skkssk he has a little puppy, maxy logie or charles?, and he loves him!! he is such a good momma to the baby, always bringing him to the functions when he can, having him on a sling on sets, etc

enter alpha short king seb: also an actor, soooo good, more of a cheeky vibe. he falls in love with nico the moment he sees him playing with the baby on a break for their new movie.

so fast foward, they start to date, they are having fun, they are the new hot couple. they spend time with the puppy, who loves cheeky and fun seb, that brings out an even cheekier side of nico! seb loves when him and nico match, shirt and dress in the same color. he also LOVES when nico uses high heels, long legs even longer and towering over seb.

so they have a premier (or maybe theyre just going out to eat as a family) and the baby is in sebs arms, cuddling to papa (seb cried the first time they call him that!)

and the paparazzis are just crazy. they separate seb and nico when the later stops to talk to a little fan. and the paps start pushing nico, asking about private stuff, if hes planning on getting pregnant again, if hes still brestfeeding, the flashes going crazy. and sebs is not having that!!! he pushes the paps, takes nicos arms and gets him away by the waist, all with a baby in his arms

maybe the puppy was even a little restless seeing his momma being pushed? so seb takes nico to a private place and he nurses the pup, talking to him, calming the baby and his alpha in the process

nico is so touched and grateful for his alpha! that night seb gets reallyyyyy lucky sksksk

Ohhh yes!

Short king seb who is a very good actor, normally doing more serious roles but being so cheeky in person! Sure he dated around a bit but never really settled down and the Alpha has been fine with that until now. And then beautiful Omega nico, who has been fighting to not only be cast as the dumb blond arm candy in movies and is now in the movie Seb is in too (maybe he is directing too? Either way I think Seb would have requested Nico to be in it, he saw potential). And Nico has a few month old pup, such a sweet little baby who loves momma! (Pls I love baby maxie okay)

Seb seeing Nico playing with his sweet pup during a break in filming and he falls for Nico, hard and fast. He starts courting them a little (cos he has to convince the pup as much as the momma!) Bringing them gifts and offering to watch Maxie when Nico is filming a scene he isnt in himself and Nico is a little shy around him but trusts him with Max no problem. They start to date and it's just lovely. Nico really likes having seb around, makes him feel safe, and Maxie loves Seb too! Seb being a real gentlemen and always spoiling Nico and just making the Omega feel looked after and ofc he is amazing in bed too lol! Nico being so used to being fucked quickly and not made to cum but seb takes his sweet fucking time eating Nico out and some days doesn't even fuck him at all, it's enough for him to see Nico blissed out just from his mouth!

It also doesn't take long before Maxy calls Seb papa cos he loooves papa so much! Seb being emotional about it but so happy cos he is honoured Max sees him that way!

Seb taking his beautiful partner and pup out for a dinner and he is carrying Maxy in his arms and holding Nico's hand, just loving that Nico is wearing his heels and towering over him<3 Nico stopping to talk to a little fan and just smiling at the little pup and signing a poster for him, but when he wants to go back to Seb and Maxy, paparazzi surrounds him suddenly and asks so many questions, so intrusive if they ask if Seb knocked him up yet, if he is still breastfeeding, if he is tight enough for seb to enjoy and Nico is panicking!

Seb going in to save Nico and growling a lot at the pap. Little maxy bring a little whiny and wanting to be in momma's arms and Seb quickly whisks them off somewhere safe and fusses over Nico a lot. Nico nursing Maxy a little to soothe him even tjo he doesn't nurse his pup thst much anymore. Seb just gently scenting them both a little and whispering they are safe with him and Nico shakily whispers he knows! Seb is so good to them!

For sure Seb is aboit to get really lucky that night lol!

#asks #sico actors au

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letstalkaboutfandomsbaby · 29 days ago

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Okie dokie, here is my list of my favorite characters. Imma include women in mine cause I'm bi af lol

One Piece: Zoro (obviously lol), Sir Crocodile, and Nico Robin.

Dragon Age The Veilguard: Emmrich and Neve Gallus (the most cuntiest characters EVER)

Baldur's Gate 3: All of the companions except Jaheria and Minsc. I moreso would love to see what you think of Gale, Karlach, Wyll, and Astarion.

Bleach: Chad/Yasutora Sado (I know for sure he loves soft chubby ladies)

Castlevania: Alucard, Drolta (Nocturne) and Orlox (Nocturne)

Dragon Ball Z: Perfect Cell, Future Trunks (not the one from Super tho), and Vegeta.

Ooooo this'll be a doozy! Gonna put it under a read more since i think it'll get long sksksk

Zoro: I've never been excited about One Piece's art style so i never watched it, but i have considered watching it bc of Zoro sksksk. He is just so so handsome, the height, the muscles, THE SCAR. I would eat him if i could, 8/10

Sir Crocodile: oh dear. Oh i fear it would be very easy for me to fall for his looks sksksk. I like a man with confidence so i fear he would make me swoon easily, 7/10

Nico Robin: oh she's pretty! The art style makes her body look soooo unrealistic. BUT SHE'S SO TALL SKSKSK i love me a tall lady, she could easily seduce me, 7/10

Emmrich: ooo handsome but i fear the mustache is not doing it for me sksksk. I do love an educated man so he could seduce me if he tried hard enough, 6/10

Neve Gallus: oh she is beautiful! I don't know if i could handle her cynical attitude in a relationship, but i could be friends with her! 5/10

Gale: hmmm he's a bit too much of a pretty boy to me. He looks like the kind of guy that EVERYONE falls for which makes him a little less attractive. He might be able to seduce me but i feel as if i would turn him down in the end, 5/10

Karlach: BIG STRONG WOMAN HELLO??? AND she's a ray of sunshine?? Oh i fear she would make me fall in love with her so quickly sksksk 8/10

Wyll: oh he is HANDSOME. He seems like such a down to earth kind of guy, i can definitely see a romance with him, 7/10

Astarion: ah, so THIS is the vampire guy that everyone is so fond of sksksk. He's too much of a pretty boy for me and i fear that his personality would turn me off very quickly. I would be willing to be his friend, but strictly no romance. 4/10

Chad/Yasutora Sado: oh yes, he is definitely a chubby chaser. "Likes small animals and Kon's plushie form"? Oh he would DIE for a chubby cutie, i just know it. 7/10

Alucard: oh he's too much of a pretty boy for me im afraid. I can see why people like him, but he's not for me, 3/10

Drolta: oh she's too pretty for me sksksk i feel like I'd never be her type! Plus her personality would probably turn me off, i don't like people who think they are superior. However, if she flirted with me, i would flirt back, 4/10

Orlox: another pretty boy that is not for me. But i do love how devoted he is to his late partner, 3/10

Perfect Cell: DBZ?? In MY inbox?? I never thought I'd see the day sksksk i loved DBZ as a kid!! I was fond of Cell as a kid but his attitude is too haughty for me, 5/10

Future Trunks: a cutie patootie with that short haircut! He's much more my type when his hair is longer. I always saw him as a cool brother tho so im gonna go 2/10

Vegeta: oh Vegeta, the OG, the first bad guy i ever fell in love with. I loved him as a kid but i personally think Bulma is perfect for him, he needs a bossy woman in his life, 5/10

#ask

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dollwrites · 2 years ago

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just wanted to stop by and say ILY ! I LOVE UR PFP TOO !!! i think about feitan— specifically during that fight— often and i do a little giggly leg wiggle bc he’s so >///< also that zeke fic you have looks delicious i can’t wait to devour it when i wake up tomorrow 😩 first few lines already have me tingling

ILY OMG

Yes FEITANNNN little short murderer 😭💚💚 I am on my knees

I think a lot about the auction scene where he’s like “family? What’s that? 😏” his little smirk is SO

Really really REALLY need to write for feitan he’s been on my radar for a while now!!

Omg please do let me know when you read it! I didn’t actually realize zeke is like… not very popular SKSKSK I was like hes a shitty little man and I want to fuck him

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hopegained · 2 years ago

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name: en

pronouns: they/them

preference of communication: disco.rd imo but you're gonna have to @ me since i don't get the notifs

most active muse: this idiot right here sir

experience / how many years: earlier than 2016, on and off again with an old friend not on tumblr and eron's been around the longest, but i started to really commit rping him on tumblr a year later lmao i did NOT know what i was getting myself into when t.lj came out 💀

platforms you use: mostly tumblr. i do write on d.iscord too but i'm way slower bc i keep forgetting

best experience: honestly? experiencing the sw celebration livestream in 2019 with friends and mutuals and how we were losing our minds over every trailer and announcement sksksks it was a different time

rp pet peeves: uhhh when people just don't read the rules lol or get very passive aggressive about interacting with ocs KNOWING damn well they followed you first??

fluff, angst, or smut: fluff after the angst. i wanna say smut too but i am terrible at writing it so i only write with close friends and would rather just share hcs instead

plots or memes: both!!! memes are great for first time interactions no matter the context and plotting can lead to so many more things. i do love to plot tho bc we can have a specific dynamic planned out between our muses. it might end up going nowhere but it's fun just sharing ideas with other people

long or short replies: depends on the motivation i have the most for. i'm faster with short replies and asks but if you want me to match your 5+ paragraph reply, you're gonna have to give me time. it's the adhd.

best time to write: whenever my brain lets me

are you like your muses: WELL. i am not a six foot tall white man but we do share traits and deeply personal issuesTM

tagged by: @percentstardust

tagging: if you see this you're tagged!!

#dash games.#ooc. is it meemees?

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t-lostinworlds · 7 months ago

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OKAY RANDOM STORY TIME, but earlier (and by that i mean 5am where i was just about to go to sleep) something fell down like REALLY LOUDLY down in my neighbours apartment? idk which one or which side but then there was banging down the hall? have know idea what they where up to but i got so scared for some reason? like maybe it was bc i was barely even awake at that point but just random loud noises while living alone, it's kinda scary sksksks i am in a safe apartment complex but my overthinking mind just isn't having it

BUT ALSO ALSO bc it was followed by like an angry voice too like i couldn't make out what was said. and then it went quiet. and then something banged again? like someone hitting wood maybe so like the door and stuff. and then i heard a very faint cry/scream from a woman? now a this point idk if i imagined it bc it was soooo far away and it was just so short

but anyway, was contemplating just peeking out, bc there's a small window by the door here, but i also was literally so scared that something was going on and i don't want to get involved, in case i'd get hurt or something? like it honestly was just a fight between a couple prolly bc i think there's a few who live here and the banging was just furniture or some shit. but i just didn't want to risk trying to see what was going on. bc bro i'm 5'1 i live alone i barely know anyone in this building so like, apart from this family who has these lil kids i come across whenever i get to the elevator, so yeah i'd rather not ALKSKLAS

#i deadass was about to go to sleep #and it startled me so much 😭#and also after that nothing else happened #so maybe there was just some cockroach alskakls #and this was EARLY in the morning #so i'm guessing these ppl were getting ready for work #idk man sksksks i don't want to find out #ramblings

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That’s so trippy! 😂 I find it kinda flattering too, I’m like what the actual fuck, because the girl has a similar jaw shape as me, hair length, brunette and skinny like me. Ironically my ex (previous relations) look nothing like each other. So I’m like what the fuck. My friend even was like when I showed her the pics “I was just thinking that” (referring to her looking like me).

I can’t tell if that means we meant a lot to them or some shit or we were their type? And they think about us?

LMAo that’s true about ME! Gonna play it right now sksksks

I think it’s mostly a type thing like that’s what they find attractive (like for my ex it was petite, dark haired - until this current girl who is blonde but fits the rest, sorta pretty but in a non threatening way, a bit “Jewish looking” lol, dresses in a fairly classic way - the girl he sorta “left me for” who was and is very alternative style wise bit otherwise she fit all this and the blonde girl he’s with now and I literally have the same Michael Kors sneakers as I learned from when I stalked her for this exercise lol that’s the vibe usually, party girl with advanced degree). Another joke here is my ex wanted to break up in part because he said he thought I’m gay and need to be free to like explore that more and he wasn’t fully wrong there obviously but currently I’m with a man and that girl he left me for has been with a woman for the last few years lmao. In fact there was also another girl he dated briefly who I did meet because we were friendlier than we are at the time (not that we’re not friends now but he lives on another continent) and that girl was also short and dark haired and Jewish and has fully come out as a lesbian and is now with a girl I went on a few dates with before they got together lol. So maybe my ex’s other type is also yk kinda gay. Like yeah I mean I think he def has a type but I think I was the formative experience for the creation of that type because from 16/17-19/20 that was what a “girlfriend” was for him 😂

I once went through a very weird era of deciding I’m secretly still in love with him and like basically writing a fanfic in my head about how we should get back together but he was (fortunately because I was yk going through something there lol) not very receptive to the idea (I didn’t fully proposition him but I did message quite a bit and we had a few phone calls and I was like “idk maybe we should visit each other” and he was like “ummm” and yeah I mean I think he’s v happy with the current gf). So I don’t think he thinks of me per se but I do think it was a formative experience he can work through in therapy at some point lol and I also do think like in our case idk I don’t think you ever are gonna fully forget your first serious relationship/first love. Like much like we take stuff from our family dynamics and relationships, I think we also carry stuff over from our serious exes and I think even though we were kids, it went on a long time and it was generally a positive experience so I think we’ve definitely carried expectations from that into our adult lives. For instance quantity of sex tbh and the fact that we do both expect like our partners to be our best friends (probably why he keeps hitting on the gay women there lol but my current bf is the same like he’s disproportionately dated gay women and he and I are very close friends aside from the relationship aspect) and a bunch of other good stuff.

none of my subsequent partners look like him and tbh none of them have a similar job to him but all the men I’ve ever dated/90% of the ones I’ve hooked up with are very very tall and that was the thing I liked most about him physically so that also makes sense and I do like as humans and expect to want to want to be best friends with if we’re seeing each other idk sorry for the morning ramble.

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quazikam · 2 months ago

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I think it's obvious what my favorite ship is at this point but I want to ramble a little

Shuichi x Kaito is EASILY my favorite ship at this point; it used to be saimatsu (don't get me wrong, I still love that one, it probably takes a distant second) but their relationship is what holds v3 together for me

saimota platonically or romantically is insanely good

Kaito is the reason Shuichi got back on his feet after Kaede's death, and kept going in general

the whole sidekick/ hero thing may make it seem like Kaito is out of Shuichi's league in a way, and that Kaito *wants* to be seen by Shuichi as someone unreachable and to look up to but never be on the same level as, then I'll just say that's dead wrong

Kaito is actually relieved to hear that Shuichi sees him like that, a friend or equal, and not just blind hero adoration

Shuichi CAN reach Kaito, this relationship isn't just benefitting him and him alone, he can also help Kaito in turn

I also already made a stupid post a few days ago about how much having Kaito in Shuichi's life helped him grow and change so much for the better and it's pretty painstakingly clear in the game how much Kaito supports and helps unburden the detective, so I won't go too much into that

I kinda wish I was a better and more fluent essay writer just so I could ramble about these kinds of things more intelligently than 'SKKSK LOOK AT THEM THEY'RE SO SWEET AND IMPORTANT TO EACH OTHER SKSJSKNJSM'

but yeah these two are my life

going to put a short list of my other top ships just because I feel like I barely talk about anything other than saimota

2-saimatsu(saihara x akamatsu); I'm tired at this point of people bashing it because it's basic or whatever else but idfc they're sweet and kaede's FTE's will never not make me smile like this girl is trying to so very unsubtly scope out shuichi's interests and it's tooth-rotting fluff sksksk

3-tokomaru(komaru x toko); komaru's and toko's relationship and growth with each other throughout udg is quite literally the best thing about the game to me

4-irouma(iruma x ouma); I- cannot explain why I like this one as much as I do it's just incredibly stupid but the pure energy radiating off these two especially during trials is insane

5-tenkaede(chabashira x akamatsu); girl power- it's pretty self explanatory

I'm just posting this because I want to understand ships better but what is your guys favorite ship and why?

(There will be no judgment unless it's actually illegal :3)

#if I could write more I would #I'm so incredibly saimota-brained I probably sound like a madman sometimes when I try talking about them #shuichi and kaito's relationship is the glue that holds v3 together and I will die on this hill #shuichi saihara #kaito momota #saimota #drv3

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cdroloisms · 2 years ago

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I promised twt a threadfic bc like man for a writer I’ve really just been posting NOTHING and I figured I’d put it here too - I planned on making it cover more of the scrapped lore but it just ended up being c!Dream and c!Sam having an awkward conversation in a box for an excessive amount of time again whoops.

tw: fictional abuse, torture, starvation references, c!Sam is an unreliable narrator and c!Dream is trying to convince him of things, which always makes for a fun combo ! i love them your honor

“Prove,” Dream says, barely over a whisper, “that you’re different.”

Sam scoffs. His trident scrapes over obsidian. A chip shatters, jumps over the ground, sharp and brittle. Sam watches as it settles into the dimpled surface of the floor. No mining fatigue - the obsidian feels so much more fragile, here.

A chattering crash of chains; the iron-clad tip of Sam’s boot digs into a furrow in the ground; he turns, furrowed brows. Dream’s knees bleed, where they are pressed into the obsidian. It is still newly hewn. Sharp-edged.

“I have nothing I need to prove to you.” Clipped words. He doesn’t reach for his mask - or worse, the jagged line of the scar that slips underneath it, the metal reconstructing his eye socket, the redstone whirring set into his skull. (Red, red, burying deeper-)

Sam turns, and betrays nothing. The butt of his trident does not touch the ground.

“Sam,” Dream calls (and he calls, and he calls, because Dream does not speak without expecting an answer-) “Sam, he’ll kill me, you know he will-“

“You killed me.” A clack, teeth clicking together, jaw snapping shut. Sam’s hand reaches up towards the edge of his mask with a mind of its own and he pushes it down when he realizes it’s in line with his shoulders. He doesn’t turn around.

“That- that’s true,” Dream murmurs, and Sam wants to tell him to stop sounding like that. Like he’s conceding - Dream doesn’t surrender. Never when it really matters - his eye, the metal one, swivels and hums. “To- to be fair, it was only- one life.”

“That doesn’t make it better,” Sam snaps - his grip tightens on the trident and he swears that static jumps up its handle, even though this isn’t even the one with Channeling.

(Dream’s voice, and he’s left a live wire - rising heat, sparks flashing. His stomach flips in nausea and nerves and hunger.)

“And this isn’t for me,” Sam mutters, three paces right. The cell is built wrong - it’s too wide. He keeps stopping a block and a half short of the wall. “You shouldn’t be free, Dream.”

“…well,” a pause - Sam imagines Dream’s bottom lip caught between his teeth- “That’s- a bit of a- a matter of perspective,” a beat, fingers tapping against his thigh, “right?”

“Do not try this again, Dream,” Sam says, still refusing to look behind him to the pale face behind the glass. He can imagine his expression well enough without sparing more of his time and attention to Dream’s manipulations. “The only perspective you care about is your own.”

…okay,” Dream’s voice is slow, weighing every word. Metal against metal, another lapse in sound - Sam corrects his mental image. Dream can’t fidget with his hands when they're tied behind his back. None of the crying obsidian is in the right place; a drop lands to his left, shattering against the edge of a block, torn apart on its knife’s edge. Purple splatters, beads against the side of his boot. “Okay- fine. I- this isn’t about the prison.”

Sam scoffs. Everything is about the prison. He turns to examine the floor, the missing netherite barrier.

“Sam,” Dream’s voice pitches higher. More desperate. “Sam, you know he’ll kill me.”

“I know,” Sam replies, tone unwavering. The silence returns. Sam tries to imagine his face - twisted in anger, maybe, at being so casually rebuffed - or have his eyes widened in that meaningless mockery of terror? Or perhaps he has his eyebrows furrowed in that searching glare towards the floor - examining the obsidian for cracks. Examining Sam for weakness, for a foothold, for that pin to push and pry at ‘til it all gives way and he’s granted the keys of the kingdom.

There is no such pin, Sam is sure. Dream has run out of options, this time - at Sam’s mercy. Justice upheld. No more words, no more lies - just silence, in all its solid comfort. Under his mask, he feels the corners of his lips twitch, the way the scar splitting his face in two moves with the motion.

Dream’s voice is low. “You can’t get the revive book if I’m dead.”

“So give it over, and I’ll keep you alive.” Sam raises his eyebrow, one last gambit. He’s not expecting much - it’s almost rote, at this point. He asks, and Dream denies him. Dream calls, and he never enters the cell. There is nothing they share that does not demand surrender.

“No- then you’ll kill me!”

“I already told you that I wouldn’t.”

“You-” Dream cuts himself off. “Quackity is going to kill me.”

“Give me the book,” Sam repeats, “and I won’t let Quackity kill you.”

“Stop lying to me.” Dream’s voice wavers. Redstone hums next to Sam’s ear, a staticky low buzz. He looks up, watches the torches flicker on the wall. The light is softer than the overwhelming heat and light of the lava curtain. The flames dance and flicker.

“I don’t lie,” Sam says, closing his eyes. The air in this cell is cool - cold, even. A little damp. “I’m not like you, Dream.”

“...you’re not,” Dream echoes, and his voice sets Sam’s teeth on edge. “You’re not. You’re not like me and- and you’re not like him.”

Sam’s jaw twitches. The chains rattle; Dream’s breathing rattles with them.

“I lied- to you. I betrayed you, I manipulated you,” Dream breathes, like some twisted confession, the things that Sam knows but hates hearing Dream say anyway. The things Dream will admit despite this, or maybe because of this, the things he will only tell Sam. He finally turns around, one slow step after another, until he has traced a half-circle back to the center of the cell and is facing directly across from where Dream is chained on his knees behind the glass. Dream’s gaze flicks upwards. “I killed you.”

Dream’s hand, around the pickaxe’s handle. Quackity somewhere above them both, finding the same pickaxe, blood and gore on the prison’s floor. Sam doesn’t quite flinch, but there’s an ache to his jaw, his temple.

“You know what Quackity will do.” Stripped of his armor, his mask, it’s easier to see the way that the muscles over the back of his neck and shoulders screw tight, the anxious flicks of his eyes - the floor, the ceiling, Sam. The floor, again. It’s nothing like the prison, where skin stretched thin over bone left little to the imagination, where he’d walked into the room with Dream cracked open, laid bare, more times than he cared to count. “You- you know, Sam. You know-”

Sam clears his throat, and the sound echoes. Dream’s mouth shuts.

“...you- you’re not the same, as us.” Dream looks up and meets his eyes. The light in them isn’t a constant thing, like it was in the prison - it flickers and grows and dims, twin spires of flames from the torches fixed on the wall behind him. He wets his lips; his voice hardens. “Prove that you’re not the same as us.”

Sam glares. Dream’s eyes narrow, searching.

“Prove that you’re different, prove you’re nothing- nothing like the two of us. You know what I’ve done, fine. You know what Quackity can do. Has done. Look at this place, Sam, look at- this isn’t- you’re not-“

“This is justice.” Sam gestures at the walls of the cell, and Dream flinches, swallows.

“No- no,” Dream shakes his head. “This is murder. This is- you know what Quackity is like. You think this will be quick?”

“If you stayed in the prison, then you wouldn’t be here.”

“Fine. Fine- but he’ll torture me. And then he’ll kill me. He’ll kill me, Sam, you know he will.”

Sam breathes out, slow and harsh through his nose. He opens his mouth to speak and doesn’t say a word.

“Prove that you’re different,” Dream’s Adam’s apple bobs, neck straining to look up at Sam - he doesn’t remember stepping this close. He’s too aware of every movement, every blink, his hands twitching at his sides. “And let me go.”

#my writing !!#lord i just post NOTHING nowadays im so sorry #this is very short too SKSKSK

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