#<1k

[theywhowriteandknowthings]

GN reader x Reacher thots.

Warnings: choking mention; sir kink? Size kink; begging; blowjob insinuation; light smut; no use of Y/N, no gender, race, or physical description of reader; reader is smaller than Reacher(who isn’t?)

Ok but Jack Reacher caging you in as he smirks down at you. His broad palms splayed either side of your head. His blue-green eyes rake over your form slowly.

“Say it,” he growls, “Tell me what you need.”

“Need you,” your voice is hoarse as he dips his head to your ear, breath fanning out across your slick skin.

“Need me huh?” He laughs as he runs the plane of his nose against your cheek, “What do you need from me? Come on, details matter.”

“Need you to fuck me, Reacher please,” your voice is pathetic, breathy, as you beg.

“See, that wasn’t so hard was it?” He grazes your lobe with his teeth.

“No, Sir.”

“On your knees,” he growls as he wraps his broad hand around your neck, “Show me how much you need me.”

I want to write more Reacher so bad but I have so many WIPs

Wrote this while at a hair salon, the thirst is real.

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#<1k #Drabble #jack reacher #reacher #alan ritchson #Jack reacher fic #Jack reacher Drabble #reacher fic #reacher Amazon #reacher season 1 #reacher season 2 #reacher x reader #jack reacher x reader #Alan ritchson reacher #reacher x f!reader #reacher x m!reader #reacher x GN!reader

[cherryjuicegf]

The street lights are pulling his lids open.

Bright, faint enough, a pleasant haze clouding his mind as he stumbles between dreams and reality and, with a smile, realizes they are not so different, not at all.

What a bliss. The car is moving silently through the empty road like a boat sliding on gentle waves.

Cool night breeze slipping through the window and he lowers it more, lets the wind hit him and tangle in his hair, his dreams, make him a little chilly to make sure it’s real. His nose is cold with it.

"Jask?"

A voice, gentle, low. He hums, eyelids drooping in content.

"Are you hungry?"

The car is moving silently, fast, film frames making their way through screen. Lips curved into an unconscious smile, he turns to the voice beside him, and his breath gets a little faster, a little more stolen.

Geralt. Beautiful, soft, so soft under the lights lighting up his face, even, like fresh bedsheets, and his amber eyes remind him of little suns unable to set in the night.

Looking at him, then back at the road, then back at him. As though they can't for a moment live in his absence.

In the haze, his smile becomes wider. "No," he whispers, "not yet." Then, a deep breath. "Where are we going, Geralt?"

Can you do something from me?

I can do anything for you.

Away. I want you to get me away. Just for a little bit.

Geralt looks at him and smiles back, shakes his head. "I don't know."

A statement. An admission. And it's so easy, so comforting, and he doesn't seem to care at all. Something wells Jaskier’s eyes but maybe it's the wind. He nods. "Good."

Slowly, even a bit hesitantly, he nuzzles in his seat, body curving slightly, and looks ahead.

At the road disappearing under their feet. At the lights passing before them so fast they seem like a hanged row on a bedroom wall. At the car buttons peeking through the darkness and Geralt's hand relaxed on the gear knob.

On instinct, he reaches and laces their fingers together. Warm. Warmer than the certainty of his seat, welcoming and embracing his shape.

He can hear Geralt breathing peacefully and a lump gets caught in his throat.

"I love you," he says and it comes out quivering, pleading. "I want to stay here forever."

Begging. Keep me, keep me, keep me. I fit so well in your car seat. I fit so well on the other end of your gaze.

Love me. Keep me.

He swallows, sees Geralt huffing a laugh.

He is not desperate, never has been. But now oh, how tempting, how warm the space between Geralt's knuckles. "Can we stay here forever, Geralt?" A breath.

The car slows ever so slightly and Geralt turns at him. Loving, loving. "Yes, Jaskier," he smiles and it feels like a hug. "I think we can."

A release, then, a laugh trapped in his lungs, and Jaskier bites his lips. He wants to say thank you. Convince him a little more maybe, try more, you never know.

Oh, but he knows. For once, Geralt is looking at him with the most tender gaze, and he knows.

So he only smiles and rests his head on the window again, the wind lulling him once more.

Another car flashes before them and in his dream, or his wake, he hears it whispering.

"I love you too, Jaskier."

It stays forever.

#cheap gas prices au #BUT ALSO me projecting a good amount after listening to fast car around like ten times #the witcher #geraskier #jaskier #geralt of rivia #geralt x jaskier #fic recs #chrysa writes #fluff #i wrote this in forty minutes i'm not proofreading it #<1k #friends.. comrades....... he belongs.... #modern au

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320. Sea Glass (The Mentalist)

Title: Sea Glass

Link: https://archiveofourown.org/works/51963118

Platform: ao3

Creator: me! 😁 emilie786 (tumblr) / Emilie_786 (AO3)

Work Type: fanfic

Fandom: The Mentalist (2008)

Rating: Gen

Pairing: Patrick Jane/Teresa Lisbon

Word Count: 958

Warnings: brief references to violent events in canon, including a serial killer, thinking about the possibility of electrucution, grief, mourning

Number of comments (Your replies to comments don’t count into that number): 0

Completion Status: complete.

Short summary/description: Patrick Jane sets up his Airstream and makes some choices.

#submission #ao3 #ff #tm #pjxtl #<1k #0c #tw: mentions of serial killer #tw: grief/mourning #complete #Late Season 6 AU #Emilie_786 #archive of our own #fanficton #the mentalist #Patrick Jane/Teresa Lisbon

[thecrumblingcastle]

This Mattdrai social media fic (and its sequel) is really fun and one of my fave fics for the pairing

#fic rec #hockey rpf #hrpf #mattdrai #<1k

[cupidford]

Undeterred by 221b_hound

Sherlock does not approve of this mistletoe nonsense. Though he will make exceptions.

Johnlock Love Letters #2282

#jl3 #johnlockloveletters #johnlock #love letters #johnlock love letters #love letter #<1k #Undeterred #221b_hound #221b hound #Christmas #Christmas Party #mistletoe #platonic kissing #kissing #221B

[malavein]

Oneshot: Homecoming

Fandom: 崩坏：星穹铁道 | Honkai: Star Rail (Video Game)

Relationship: Jing Yuan/Blade (Ren)

Rating: Not Rated

Category: M/M

Archive Warning: No Archive Warnings Apply

Tags: Pre-Slash, Pre-Relationship, Fluff, Blade is Called Ren (Honkai: Star Rail), Minor Spoilers, Not Canon Compliant, Not Warp Trotter Friendly

Word Count: 706

Summary: Ren decides to cook. Jing Yuan is the poor fool trying to persuade him otherwise.

Ao3

#honkai star rail #hsr #jingren #jing yuan x blade #景刃 #honkai: star rail #my writing #<1k #oneshot #jingren is so dear to me #i feel like anything less than 1k is a drabble but this is way too long to be a drabble oops #i had a vision for this and it was blade and jing yuan arguing over whether a warp trotter was a pig or not #i feel like my vision isn't as funny translated to english #but such is life i suppose

[not-orphaned-account]

For the 20 min fic req: Matt wakes Mello up in the dead of night for a completely asinine reason. (sorry if this is too vauge) Love your work btw!!!

them..........

Thank you for the req! and for the kind words dslfjslakdfj 🥺

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“Mello!”

Mello grunts as he’s slowly pulled out of the heavy clutches of sleep. He rolls over, turning his back to the loud whisper that woke him.

Something is grabbing his shoulder and shaking, gently but insistently.

“Mells, wake up!”

His brain sluggishly begins to come back to life, making him more aware of the cold, knobbly fingers on his shoulder. He groans low in his throat and shrugs hard, attempting to shake them off.

They hold firm, shaking him again.

“Mello!”

“What, Matt?” he grumbles into his pillow. Matt shakes him again, and he rolls back over to glare at his boyfriend in the darkness.

He’s holding his DS, the screen illuminating his face from underneath as if he were telling a scary story with a flashlight. 

The only scary thing here is what I’m going to do to this asshole when I can move my arms, Mello thinks, hoping his glare portrays the full breadth of his disdain.

He is not a morning person.

Or a—he glances at the digital clock behind Matt and resists the urge to groan—a 2:49 am person.

Either completely missing Mello’s rage or ignoring it entirely, Matt grins.

“I did it.”

Mello stares at him for several long seconds. 

“If ‘it’ is getting yourself on my shit list, then yes, you’re right.”

“Okay, fair,” Matt says, “but listen, listen, I did the—the thing, you know, the thing I was trying to do!”

His words are tripping over themselves; he really is excited. Mello heaves a sigh and reluctantly pulls himself up, sitting slouched over his knees and rubbing his eyes hard with his knuckles. He looks blearily at Matt.

“What did you do?”

Matt turns his console to show him the screen; Mello winces at the brightness.

“I beat the stage.”

Sure enough, as Mello’s eyes clear, he sees a victory screen with a little pixellated character dancing happily below three stars, and the memories from yesterday come flooding back to him: Matt throwing himself into the same boss fight over and over, devolving from quiet huffs of frustration to shouted curses and, at one point, throwing his console onto the couch beside him so hard it bounced off and toppled to the floor. He still doesn’t know why Matt was having so much trouble with it—something about an infamously hard ‘good ending’ —but he does know it’s the angriest he’s seen him get at a game in a long time.

So, okay, he’s beaten the stage he was stuck on. And he’s excited about it. So excited that he wanted to share the good news with Mello. Which would be fine, except…

“Mail. It is three in the morning.”

Matt deflates slightly.

“Come on, Mel,” he complains, “don’t you get it? That was the last stage! I got all three stars on all the other stages, beat all the mini bosses and finished all of the side quests—do you know what that means?”

Of course he fucking doesn’t, but Matt looks so excited, and he’s giving Mello puppy dog eyes, and oh for fuck’s sake.

“What does it mean?” he asks, trying not to betray how utterly stupid the whole thing seems to him.

Matt bounces slightly on the mattress.

“I get to see the secret ending! D’you know that only, like…ten percent of players have ever seen it? The game blocks it from hacking, like, way better than any other from its time, so only people who’ve actually played can get the cutscene.”

Mello stares at him for a moment before sighing, shaking his head, and scooting up to sit beside him against the headboard.

“Alright, then. Let’s see it.”

He doesn’t need to look at Matt’s face to know he’s beaming from ear to ear.

Admittedly, without knowing the story, the ending doesn’t make much sense to him. He watches as Matt explores the final level, interacting with everything and pointing out anything he sees that catches his interest, which is…everything. Mello gives up on trying to give insightful responses, simply resting his head on Matt’s shoulder and watching the screen.

Finally, they reach the final cutscene, and Matt goes quiet as the audio plays over the tinny DS speakers. The hero reunites with the princess, or the maiden, or whatever it is, and they share a sappy love confession and an embrace. It all seems horribly cliche, but when he glances up at Matt, he’s grinning to himself and watching intently.

The music fades, and the credits begin to roll just as the morning light stars to peek through the curtains. Mello’s eyelids are heavy, and Matt gives a tremendous yawn above him.

“I’m the fucking best,” he mumbles, sounding half-asleep himself. Mello can’t help but snort.

“You are,” he murmurs, and it comes out too genuinely for his liking. Matt just hums happily and wraps an arm around his shoulders.

“Thank you,” he mumbles. “Love you, Mells.”

Mello closes his eyes and lets himself melt against Matt’s side.

“Go the fuck to sleep.”

#<1k #mellodramattic #death note fanfic #req #oneshot

[thegaysofgenosha]

i've just seen a face (and i never want to go without it) by dnbroughs

Rating : Teen and up audiences

Word count : 892

AU : Mansion fic AU

Summary : Despite the opulent gloom that seemed to engulf the manor, there was one incredible, unmovable force that seemed to breathe light into the mahogany panelled hallways, blowing the darkness from every last corner. And that force was curled up in Erik’s arms, his skin warm and glowing in the soft light of the morning sun.

Warnings : None

#cherik fic rec #ao3 #rated t #<1k #mansion fic au #fluff #established relationship #charles xavier #erik lehnsherr

[287aus]

for write_or_write - aug day 11: airplane ; entry no.0

— kaiyong ♡‬༉ ‧ airplane smut (632w)

Jongin gives him two taps on the lap before getting up with a quick stretch fleeing. Taeyong thinks of nothing much until his phone starts buzzing on the miniature table. He reads a various stream of, "where are you," and "you coming?" Taeyong doesn't get it but he's curious.

Seconds after Taeyong knocks on the restroom door, he is instantly pulled in. To his surprise, Jongin shamelessly has his fingers around his cock, pumping it leisurely. Taeyong gulps but averts his attention back to Jongin.

"You done pissing or what?"

"Never came here for that.?

"I don't know why you needed me to come."

"But babe, I do need you."

Only now does Taeyong realize what this is all about.

Walking through the aisle, he had been anxious that Jongin caught sky sickness. Then he was confused with Jongin's intense look they met. Now it makes sense.

"I don't know why you needed me to come."

"But babe, I do need you."

Only now does Taeyong realize what this is all about.

Walking through the aisle, he had been anxious that Jongin caught sky sickness. Then he was confused with Jongin’s intense look they met. Now it makes sense.

"Gonna get on your knees for me?"

Taeyong obliges, despite the dinginess of the small space, there's something sexy about the motion of the plane and their lewd act with people on board. It makes his stomach churn, and his cock twitch. Do people know what they're about to do?

Jongin is warm in his mouth, heavy on his tongue and satisfying something that the stewards' provided salty peanut snacks couldn't. Taeyong basks in it, swirling his tongue and bobbing his head like he's on a mission. Jongin cards his fingers through

Taeyong's hair encouragingly.

Taeyong can't help but yelp when the airplane makes a sudden dip, or maybe it's the way Jongin pushed him further onto his cock with a fish full of his hair.

He reaches for his own cock but Jongin gives him a warning slap on the cheek. "Did I say you could touch yourself baby?"

Cock-stuffed, Taeyong doesn't get to reciprocate but he still attempts to utter out 'no.? Jongin nods at him pleasingly and before Taeyong knows it, Jongin takes control of his high, fucking into Taeyong's mouth, pressing himself to the back of his throat.

Taeyong whimpers from the feeling-intoxicated with the thoughts of: im doing so good, im doing so good for him. He doesn't need to touch himself, knowing that he can please his boyfriend is more than enough. The abuse of his throat tells him that he did an amazing job.

When Jongin comes down his throat and pulls out, smearing his lips with his come, Taeyong knows he definitely did a good job. Jongin leans down and attaches their lips together, Taeyong sucks eagerly, maybe even more eager than he did with Jongin's COCk.

"Can I use my fingers on you?"

Taeyong nods like a bobble head that's bound to pop off. He's so desperate for a touch. Jongin's cock in his mouth, and his praise, might've been more than enough. But there is no way he's declining his boyfriend's fingers inside him.

And when he's bent over the toilet, it's absurd.

Jongin's slim, slick fingers dive deep into him with just the use of spit. Fucking intently, he sees stars.

There's a tingling sensation that matches the one in his sore throat. It only intensifies this nasty game they're playing.

When all is fucked well and done, and Taeyong's neck aches from being uncomfortably folded in a small space, he stares at Jongin's neck pillow, almost glaringly. It was all worth the pain, but he needs a bit of subsiding. “The least you can do is give me your neck pillow.”

#exo #nct #superm #fics #smut #write_or_write #<1k #ekzxo #287aus #kaiyong #kji #lty

[tothechaos]

me trying to convince myself that the whole spectrum of human emotions is a good and necessary thing to feel even if its not comfortable while im actively experiencing emotions that make me feel like my bones are being dissolved in acid

#im gonna give myself an ulcer. #1k #5k #10k #25k #50k #100k

[theywhowriteandknowthings]

47 with Javi P! I love this game, this is so fun!!

47: Up to no Good The Hoosiers Javier Peña Christmas Party Sex

Driving you crazy how Fingers on lips, allow his hands to your hips You know you shouldn't do this

Warnings: unprotected PiV (wrap it up and/or take your BC seriously folks), established relationship, semi-public sex, getting caught, PWP, dirty talk, Javi's mouth, bathroom sex, Christmas???. Let me know if I missed anything.

MDNI this is an 18+ post and an 18+ blog. Un-beta'd drabble/ficlet for my ask game here.

900~ words

“Javi, stop, we could get caught.”

Your voice is breathy and weak, and even you don’t believe the protest spilling from your lips. You groan as your back hits the bathroom door. Javi’s hands are already fumbling with the hem of your dress and you hiss as he nips the shell of your ear.

“You’d love that wouldn’t you hermosa?” Javi sneers as he soothes the mark over with his tongue, “Love the idea of getting caught with my cock buried deep inside your needy little cunt?”

His fingers rip your panties to the side, hard enough you hear the fabric strain but not enough to ruin them. You unconsciously spread your legs wider as he frees his cock from his pants.

“Javi,” you pant as he lines himself up at your core, his broad tip already notched at your desperate hole. Whatever you were going to say is lost as he drives into you, filling you up so quickly you yelp. A rough, calloused hand clamps over your lips as he growls into your ear.

“Shh, there you go,” he whispers, nipping at your jaw as he bottoms out, “You can take it baby, I know you can.”

And you can.

Javi knows your body so well, knows exactly how to get you so riled up you’re begging for him to ruin you.

Tonight is no exception, your parents’ Christmas party is in full swing. Cousins, family friends, even Chucho all gathered to celebrate the beginning of the holiday season together. It’s your first Christmas as a family and you’d dressed to impress.

It took Javi less than an hour to give in to the need to fuck you. A new record.

“Gonna need you to touch yourself baby, we’re on the clock,” Javi hisses through clenched teeth as he fucks up into you. The doorhandle jostles, the sound impossibly loud in the small space. You’re supposed to be being quiet.

You drop one hand down, fumbling to get it under the hem of your dress as you feel Javi rock his thick cock almost all the way out of you before driving up into your sloppy, wet cunt. You press hard on your clit as Javi captures your lips with his own. Both his hands now digging into your hips so hard you’ll be feeling it for days.

He licks hungrily into your mouth as he hits that sweet spot deep in your cunt. Your fingers swirl in practiced motions over your clit as his pace picks up. The door jostles loudly in your ears as he fucks you so hard you see stars.

You’re sure you’re being too loud but you don’t care as the pleasure wraps around your spine in tight coils you know you won’t last much longer. Javi’s moustache drags against your swollen lips as he breaks the kiss. His chocolate brown eyes wide, blown-out with lust as his thrusts stutter and falter.

“Javi, gonna-!” your sentence is cut short as white-hot pleasure bursts from the base of your spine. Your cunt clenches around him hard as your vision blurs, your mouth falls slack as your cries are lost in the back of your throat.

Javi groans then whines as he fucks up into you twice before you feel him pulse inside you. He pants and wheezes as he rolls his hips slowly to a stop as he drops his head to your shoulder, mouthing against your collarbone as he catches his breath.

A knock on the door startles you both, Javi almost slips out of you as you both flinch.

“Some of us need to use the bathroom for its intended purpose,” Chucho’s voice filters through the door and you don’t think you have any blood left in your toes as heat floods your cheeks. Javi’s head snaps back, eyes wide, filled with mortification.

“Alright pop, be out in a minute,” Javi’s voice wavers as he pulls out of you, guiding you straight to the toilet as he stuffs himself back into his dress pants. You chuckle despite yourself as you force yourself to pee.

“I’ll take a lap, see you both back out there,” Chucho’s tone is laced with amusement as he speaks. You hear his heavy footsteps retreat back into the party and Javi gives you a lopsided grin, apology written all over his face.

“You’re a bad man Javier Peña,” you say in a hushed whisper as you get up, you manoeuvre around him to adjust your look in the mirror.

“True, but you’re not exactly a saint either hermosa,” he mumbles against the skin of your neck as he looks at you over your shoulder, the picture of boyish mischief in the mirror.

“Would you have it any other way?”

“Never.”

You turn on the spot and pull him in for a long, lazy kiss, dragging your lips over his in something less frenetic than before.

“Come on hermosa, poor Chucho’s prostate can’t wait much longer.”

Javi wiggles his eyebrows at you as your own scrunch up at the thought.

“After you, cowboy,” you purr as you turn him on the spot, opening the door and slapping his ass as he steps out into the hall.

#pedro pascal #pedro pascal characters #fanfic #javier pena x reader #javier pena fanfiction #javier pena narcos #javier pena x you #javier pena smut #javier peña x reader #javier peña #narcos #javi p #narcos fic #javier pena #javi pena #javier peña imagine #<1k #1000 words #ficlet #drabble

[cherryjuicegf]

"How did you know?"

There are times after they make love that Yennefer will lay her head on his chest, and simply breathe. Geralt likes these times. Because he has the time to look at her, take her all in as she simply exists.

She simply exists and she trusts him with this. And he requires nothing more.

It was one of these times until now.

But oh, Geralt is only so strong, and the sound of her voice instead of silent breathing is like a caress on his ears.

Only he is not used to such questions. He frowns. "Know what?"

His fingers are buried in her black curls. She doesn't turn around. And it makes his chest tighten, ever so slightly, because when she doesn't look him in the eye, it is only because she is looking somewhere much deeper, and tries desperately not to get lost.

Inside herself.

Almost on instinct, he reaches for her hand placed on his chest.

Yennefer heaves a deep sigh. "When you made the wish," she says and it's quick, almost as though she is afraid not to tire their sheets with this, all over. Her voice is just a whisper. "How did you know that you loved..." A pause, uncertain even now. She swallows. "That you would love me."

Geralt shouldn't laugh, but he does, low and loving. Mostly to release the breath caught between his lungs in fear of lacking an answer to ease her mind.

But this, oh. This is easy. "I didn't."

He notices her shoulders tensing, her hand twitching inside his. Her voice comes out steadier now, the facade put on with a raise of eyebrows he guesses rather than sees on her face. "Is that so?"

She is so soft after they make love. Such that now, this, her ready to fly away, it terrifies him. And he rushes to pull her back.

And maybe she doesn't want to look him in the eye, but he fears his words will slip on her silky hair as he looks at it, and get vainly lost in the night.

Gently, he cups her face, and raises her head to meet her gaze. Her eyes, huge and violet and ready to drown in their own sea. Under the moonlight intruding the window every night, even hazy and blurred at the edges, she is more beautiful than he has ever seen her.

"I didn't," he repeats but now his voice is softer, as though to fall over her like fresh bedsheets. Now it feels more like a confession. "But I wanted to try. More than anything else, I had to try."

A glint in her eyes, a smile on her lips, quivering. Almost desperate. "Why?"

Because I've spent my life hoping someone will try for me. Because I knew so little of love, and I was willing to give you even that. Because I've learned to befriend danger, and you made me fall in love with it.

He says none of this. Maybe she hears him anyway, or maybe not. It doesn't really matter.

He strokes her cheek with his thumb. "Because I knew you are worth it. All of it." He only says that.

And maybe by the look in her eyes, and the fall of her shoulders, she wants nothing more. As she wraps her arms around him and hides her face in his chest, neither does he.

Only to try, and hold on.

#an epiphany?? in my brain?? it's more likely than you think #yeah so. a thing #the witcher #yenralt #geralt of rivia #yennefer of vengerberg #geralt x yennefer #fic recs #chrysa writes #fluff #mild emotional hurt/comfort #<1k #i need better words. these feel like splotches of paint i need lines ahhh

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316: The Only Upside to Football (Merlin)

Title: The Only Upside to Football

Link: https://archiveofourown.org/works/41617542

Platform: Archive of Our Own

Creator: MeggieJolly

Work Type: Fanfiction

Fandom: Merlin

Rating: Gen

Pairing: Merlin/Arthur Pendragon 

Word count: 468

Warnings: None

Number of comments: 0

Completion Status: Complete

Short summary/description: Merlin hates football and the fact that he’s wasting his Saturday with it. Well, there are some redeeming qualities��

#submission #ao3 #ff #mer #mxap #<1k #0c #complete #meggiejolly #archive of our own #fanfiction #merlin #merlin (bbc) #merlin (2008) #merthur #ficlet

[phosphorus-noodles]

Reblog to let your followers know that they’re safe from jumpscares/screamers/etc from you on April 1st but they are NOT safe from getting boop’d like an idiot amen

#:3c #pho.posts #april fools #boop #april fools day #1k #5k #10k #20k #50k #75k #these numbers mean Nothing to me anymore...

[calware]

shoutout to lil hal

#i say things #1k #2k #3k #5k #10k #homestuck #💾 #lil hal #25k #50k

[coalashslurry]

we're running out of time to fuck it we ball....

#1k #10k #100k