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bookstoresmp3 · 2 months

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it really pisses me off when people say “aang is a human trying to be the avatar and korra is the avatar trying to be human” because it ignores the fact that the “avatar” as a mantle is not something anyone naturally embodies. it’s a responsibility you’re randomly picked for, and every single avatar’s character arc is about learning how to “be the avatar.” that statement makes it seem like korra is just this unfeeling, piece of brawn that only knows how to punch things (which are things ppl already say about korra anyway) and that depiction of her versus aang feels….super off.

it just really dehumanizes korra, and ignores the fact that korra’s confidence and strong sense of self in season 1 especially is because she was surrounded by community and her parents were deeply involved in her life. korra grew up experiencing the best parts of humanity and one of her major character strengths is how much of a light she is. thats why the trauma she goes through in later seasons strikes her so intensely, because prior to that she was very sheltered and wasn’t expecting the extreme sacrifice and trauma that comes with having to bear the title of “Avatar.”

#lok #tlok #simi speaks #these are just my thoughts on that statement #like yes korra always embraced being the avatar #but her arc was about her misconceptions abt what it MEANS to be the avatar she was always v human 😭#i just think that yall like to make korra this hard brawny idiot and aang this sweet summer child when in reality korra is a huge softie #and this is tagentially related but this is also why sooo many korrasami shippers like making korra the ‘masc’ in the relationship even tho #korra is pretty feminine and girly in her own way in tlok like she is v soft #korras arc was all abt learning how to be the avatar the world needed it was never abt learning to connect w her human side 💀#one could argue that that was yangchen or even kuruk if we keep it a buck fr #atla #avatar korra #korra #korrasami #aang

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shotmrmiller · 2 months

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retired pornstar ghost has always been a talker. his voice is deep— a low rumble like distant thunder. always gets anyone that's under him going.

his voice to his own ears sounds plain, like any other man, really; he doesn't see the appeal. but what he does find appealing are the noises that come from you, his cute co-star when he talks to you, lips dripping with honey.

ghost loves when you clamp down on his cock, squeezing him like a vice when his wicked words sink into your ears. "tight bloody cunt would drive any man wild, love. how lucky i am that it's me getting to fuck you."

"look at you under me," he stills the bucking of your hips with one hand, skin dimpling where his fingers dig into you, "at my mercy, taking my desire."

"doing so well," he coos.

ghost lets out a sharp exhale through his teeth when your walls begin to flutter around him. "so quick to come, and i haven't even touched," he moves his hand down to your mons, thumb finding your swollen pearl, "here."

the circles he draws there are tight, precise, destructive. he brutally wrenches your orgasm from you, and in your blinding ecstasy, you dig your nails into the side of his proportionately wider waist.

his hips undulate as he fucks you through it while still fucking talking.

"kitty's got claws, doesn't she? i love a little—" but the words that were on his tongue crumbled into ash. you'd dragged your nails on his skin in mild annoyance, because how dare he sound so untaxed even though you're still twitching from the aftershocks under him—

the silence spoke volumes; he'd even stopped moving. you did it again, and this time he had whimpered— a pathetic little noise that came from the back of his throat.

delicious.

you wonder. this time, your nails score red lines down the front of his chest, grazing a little too close to his nipple and he groaned. loud.

delectable, like thick, molten chocolate.

now it's your turn to do the talking. "the mighty ghost, rendered speechless. have i performed a miracle?"

peering down at you, his eyes hold a deeper shade than usual. you continue to claw at him, this time targeting his unmistakably sensitive nipple. the sight of his eyes rolling back in sheer bliss ignites a fire within you.

"my, oh my," the smug grin on your face perfectly matches your tone. "tell me what you need, ghost. you need me to mark you up? want to see me on you come morning?"

his growl is animalistic, a shiver licks up your spine. he quickly bends you in half, feet dangling helplessly on his brawny shoulders.

"bite."

it's easy to follow his edict when he hits so deeply in this angle that the pain and pleasure blur into one overwhelming sensation. your teeth sink into the thick meat of his barrel chest, and he abruptly stills, a guttural snarl escaping his lips.

he doesn't speak a word until after; when his seed drips from your glistening slit and sweat-slick skin begins to cool down.

"fuckin' hell, love."

#call of duty #simon ghost riley #simon ghost riley x reader #cod mw2 #cod mwii #simon riley x reader #simon ghost riley smut #simon ghost riley x you #ghost smut #simon riley x you #simon riley smut #ghost call of duty

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starofthesea7 · 1 year

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König~ Bitte (please)

(König cums too fast - pure filth)

König is a grunting mess beneath you, cheeks flushed deep red, eyebrows furrowed in ardent need. Brawny, scarred fingers grip threadbare cotton sheets, white knuckled— green eyes glossy with tears as he gazes down at you with fervour, pleas spilling from bitten lips. He’s in full tactical gear, fresh from the field, completely covered from your gaze, save for his bare crotch on full display between the zipper of his undone canvas pants.

He’s inexperienced- you could tell, even though he’d never murmured a word on the subject- it is laced thoroughly throughout his needy actions, the way his hips buck at the smallest touch you give his pale, rippling thighs, or how his heavy cock jumps when you praise him with sweet words. And there’s something so electrifying, having this beast of a man, in a killer’s uniform, writhing beneath you- it all goes straight to your head.

He is colossal. Infused with motor oil, brine and secondary cigarette smoke and the dirtiness of it- of him, cracks open the inviting door to even filthier actions.

His head is pressed harshly against the cool cement wall, damp hair curling around his brow. His mouth hangs agape— a glint of canine flashes in the dim light. His exposed his cock is tall and waiting eagerly for you and he’s embarrassed- you can tell by his flushed cheeks- embarrassed at how hard he is when you’ve barely even touched him- his engorged cock flushed deep purply red— glistening with a bead of pre spend at the sensitive head. Fuck.

His voice is rough and strangled, an honest attempt to string coherent thoughts together, “—ah, bitte, please...” He trails off, unsure of what he want’s you to do, all he knows is that he wants you.

You hold his gaze, vehemently, as you remove threadbare cotton in a swift motion, to revealing your naked frame to his widening eyes, you’re in nothing but a black thong and his glassy gaze is glued to your chest, he’s unable to tear it away, all gentile manners falling to perverse automatic action, he’s once more a teenager exploring his first playboy, struggling to take it in. Hair cascades around peaked nipples, and you’re a vision. He lets out a ragged breath at the soft swell of your breasts, truly questioning whether this was real- whether this was just another of his wet dreams and he’d wake up alone and have to shamefully clean sticky cum off himself. “You are…” he trails off on a ragged cliff, as if no known, spoken word could describe you, and the thought makes your heart swell against your ribs.

There’s a push and pull in him, you can feel it. Part of him instinctively wants to take control, have you his way, throw your body over the desk and ravage you- you both know that physically he can do whatever the fuck he wants with you. But something in him keeps him sat, under your control. He’s dying to do as you say, to follow your lead. The king has surrendered, and you are his unexpected successor.

Your hips bulge as your legs spread wide to fit over his massive thighs. Sinewy muscle tenses under you and the sight of his cock just waiting there for you makes your stomach clench. He’s staring at your crotch, at the small patch of wet fabric and the way it clings to the outline of your puffy cunt. There’s something pornographic about the way he’s fully dressed in tactical gear, complete with steel toed boots and dirty canvas pants, and you mount him bare, save for a sopping thong. Your airy, sultry voice cuts through thick, sweaty air, “Has it been a long time, König?” You’re being a bit patronizing, frankly, but you can tell he likes it, or he wouldn’t be this hard- pre-spend oozing out of his swollen slit.

His eyes rise to yours, and his pupils are blown wide, his voice breathless, “Ja-fuck-yes Maus, been so long. Please, touch me.” Your soft hands find his lower belly and its taught and veiny, skin scorching, you trace his abs, over his whisper of a happy trail, and you feel his muscles tense beneath your fingers, littered with scars. Your softness melts into his roughness and you’re pulled into him as if he possesses his own gravitational force. You gather his pre-spend from his stomach on two fingers and he watches with bated breath as you raise them to your lips, you take them deep, and the poor man doesn’t know what to do with him self. He’s briny and bitter and you want to force the taste further down your throat. A pathetic sound leaves his mouth, and it makes your stomach flop.

You rise up slide your thong to the side, exposing your cunt and he’s eager to position himself for you. Ready to bend to your every need, all he wants to be is good for you. You feel your stomach clench in anticipation as you are struck again with how thick he is- the thought of him stretching you out makes you thrum with anticipation. You’re sopping, and he’s dribbling from the tip— cock sliding deliciously easy, against the seam of you, right up against the choking split. Your fingers find locks of his hair and you ground yourself in him, as he catches harshly on the edge of your hole, right against your clit and pleasure shoots through your body. You’re both so sleep and touch deprived and that just makes you all the more fervid. You’re embarrassed at how fucked out you must look, but his head is thrown back and he’s almost drooling and you can’t look more desperate than him.

You run his mushroom head over the split again, and he’s unable to contain himself, softly bucking his hips into you, and when he finally breaches your hole, spliting you wide for him you let out a sharp sound, fingers harshly grabbing fistfuls of his hair. He sobs, voice ripping through his hoarse throat, “Ah-ah! Maus, fuck you’re so hot inside so… small.” It’s really he that’s large but you don’t bother correcting him. You tighten your fingers, fisting his hair, surely hard enough to hurt, as you inch yourself lower onto him. His fingers find the fat of your ass and hes pulling your cheeks apart, marks sure to bloom purple and blue later. His hand finds the waistband of your thong and he’s pulling it, overstimulation forcing him to action, the feeling of it dragging against your clit makes you keel. You hear the fabric rip, and he’s murmuring a slew of apologies. “Ah- I’m sorry maus-” You kiss his cheek sloppily in forgiveness. Salty and warm- stubble brash against your lips.

You pull back and his eyes drop to your little cunt, swollen lips stretching out around him and he’s in awe that you can take him so well. He’s definitely bigger than anyone you’ve been with before, but you can tell he doesn’t understand the extent of his size, and now is not the time to boost his ego, so you bite your lip and when your skin finally meets the cold metal of his zipper and he’s fully inside you sit there for a beat to adjust. Hes pulsing deep inside you and you can fucking see the outline of the head of his cock protruding from your belly, just below your bellybutton.

And when you point it out to him with a sickly sweet voice, “See you, so deep inside me König?”

He grunts, “Fuck me,” having to tear his eyes away a second later to keep from orgasming right then and there.

You begin to softly bounce your body above him, you tell yourself it’s to go easy on him, but truly you don’t think you could do move more with how deep he goes. Cold metal of his zipper harshly grazes your soft skin. Your breasts bounce with every movement and he pulls you into him, groaning into your shoulder, and sharp canines nick your flesh. Your grip in his hair mirrors your clench around him, painfully tight.

You speed up, slapping of skin fills the room, your flesh bubbles between his iron fingers and he’s whimpering into your ear, before you feel him twitch inside you. His eyes go wide and he’s suddenly blurting out, “Im sorry, I’m so sorry-ah, fuck.” His hips are bucking up into you faster, you feel them stutter, and his mouth falls open to softly bite your shoulder. His cock twitches, mushroom head notching somewhere deep inside you— and you can feel it in your stomach. He shudders all over, his huge form shaking with the strength of his orgasm, and then he blushes deep crimson. “I’m- A-ah,” Cum spurts out fitfully, and you feel it, hot and thick, filling your guts, and you can’t help but whimper into his hair at the feeling.

Warm pressure blooms in your belly. His deep raspy breaths grate against cold stillness.

Tears are brimming in his glassy eyes when he raises his head, damp curls falling across his forehead. Your cunt clenches at the sight and you redden at the obscene squelch it makes. He swallows hoarsely, “I’m so sorry. I wanted to…I couldn’t— you just felt so good—”

Another open mouthed kiss to his cheek makes him let out a soft puff of captive air.

“‘S okay König.” Your eyes sparkle, voice soft. “I can sit on your face, and you can make me cum then, yeah?” You smile coyly, as his eyes widen, cheeks flushing once more.

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mrskokushibo · 5 months

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Thank you all for your support today 🙏💞. You are my pillars of strength. This one is for you.

My Support

NSFW I MDNI I 18+

Kokushibo x fem!reader

Your eyes were closed, the darkness inside you spreading like slow flowing tar, filling out every nook and crevice, squashing your thoughts down to a repetitive catatonia of self-loathing and despair. You could not move, curled up in bed, laying on your side. It was as if you were floating in a vacuum, no longer a part of the world of the living, but unable to cross the Styx either.

Suddenly, the bed shifted under the weight of a new occupant, and a moment later, you were tightly held against a big, strong body, brawny arms cradling you in a snug embrace. His breath was on your neck, and the waterfall of his hair covering your face.

You backed into him a little to indicate that his presence was more than welcome. Still in a depressed haze, you exhaled as your heart rate was steadying to match his.

Despite your miserable state, instinctively, you bucked your ass into his hips and rolled it gently. Kokushibo sighed quietly, and his hand began caressing your belly, moving up to your breasts and then neck, while you could feel him grow. He kissed your neck, and then, with a subtle, delicate touch of his hand, he directed you to turn your head to face him and locked you into a flutter of a kiss, his lips just barely touching yours, his softness caressing yours.

"You know I love you? Above everything."

His deep voice permeating you and flowing through your senses down to your now pulsing core.

"Make love to me, Koku. I need you tonight, more than ever."

"As you wish, my love."

His voice muffled with desire, his hands already obeying your request, slowly but efficiently unrobing you and himself while continuing the caress.

Softly, he massaged your soft mounds, the pleasure relaxing you, one soft squeeze at a time. A gentle tease to your nipples in-between the massage, just enough to make you wet, but not enough to yet drive you crazy. He rolled you onto your back and began kissing your neckline and breasts. You closed your eyes and relished in the silent worship.

You moved your hand to his mane and rubbed his scalp and ran your fingers through his thick, spiky hair. His lips were now trailing down your belly and toward your slit, and when he finally reached the juicy softness, he ran his finger up and down along the labia, without entering yet, one of his hands still busy with your breast and nipple.

He then moved his finger in between your folds and scooped up your slick, putting it in his mouth and licking it up slowly, looking you straight in the eyes. He gave you the faintest of smiles, and while holding your gaze, dove straight in between your legs, his tongue immediately starting to fuck your pussy. And a long, powerful demon tongue was more than sufficient to make you moan. The squelching sound of the strong muscle fucking into your hole acted as an additional stimuli.

You were now squirming and your thighs were beginning to shake and abdomen spasm in pleasure. Every nerve was both tensing and relaxing, small coils of pleasure bursting everywhere between your legs. Purposely, he was edging you, not in a cruel way, but only to extend your exhilarating experience. He could see deep inside you with his transparent vision and he knew exactly how far he could push you.

When you were reaching that point where desperation for release was becoming apparent, he moved his fingers to your clit and as if by a push of a detonator, you exploded in your orgasm, juices squirting out, covering his face and ending up in his open mouth. His Adam's apple was bobbing as he was eagerly lapping it all up, you still shaking from your powerful climax.

You took his head in your hands and pulled him up to you, and into a deep kiss, sweet tasting of your own cum. He was moaning, delighting in sharing the treat with you. His tongue deep in your mouth, exploring just as it was doing it in your pussy a minute ago.

"Lie down, I want to return the favour."

You whispered as you rolled him on his back and began moving to his throbbing hard dick. His only response was a huge, fanged grin and a quiet moan when your lips engulfed his leaking tip.

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jadedvibes · 2 years

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Wanted

Summary: You consider ending things with Bucky after seeing a girl come on to him, but it's not that easy, and you get a hard reminder about who he really wants in the clubhouse bathroom.

Pairing: Beefy biker!Bucky x reader

Warnings: 18+ only, smut, unprotected rough possessive sex, oral sex (f), fingering, brief exhibitionism/semi-public sex, mirror sex, jealous and angry reader, biker slang/culture, slightly toxic angsty vibes with a happy ending, a lot of swearing, pet names, beefy!bucky (he needs a warning).

Word Count: 1.6k

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Leaning against the counter you tried to slow your breath and calm down after what you had just seen. A slutty little sweet butt, practically grinding herself against the man you’d been seeing – the man you thought was yours. Hell, he hadn’t told you that you were his old lady, but countless nights tangled up in his sheets at the clubhouse had you thinking that you were something more. Anything more.

You watched the way he smirked at her before you finally got sick of the sight and stormed into the bathroom down the hall.

Embarrassment flooded you as you realized what a waste your efforts with him were. You tried your best to play it cool, go easy and casual with Bucky because that's the pace that he set. But now you knew that he was just stringing you along out of convenience.

Deep blue eyes locked with yours as you stared into the mirror, the brawny biker slipping into the bathroom behind you.

“You just couldn’t help yourself, could ya Buck?” you sneered at his reflection.

“C’mon darlin’, don’t be like that.” His big, warm hands slowly slid around your waist from behind.

You turned in his hold, glaring up into his stupid gorgeous eyes. He towered over you and his large frame took over the cramped space. Why did he have to look like that? All broody, and irresistible, and annoyingly beguiling. Just having his hands on you made you want to fall down the rabbit hole, pretend like it didn’t bother you, as if your heart wasn’t on the line and you were perfectly fine – but then he smirked.

Anger rose up your chest as you looked at him, grinning at you like he did at her. Rage took over. “I’m fucking done with you!” you shouted, shoving his broad chest away from you, but he didn’t move an inch and you hated how hot that was. His body emanated power, and his presence made you weak.

Bucky’s eyebrows raised, his mouth slightly opening as his gaze darkened. “Nothing happened, and nothing was gonna happen, honest,” he declared. He sounded sincere, and you despised the way you felt your hard exterior fragment at his words.

That smug smirk graced his lips again, and you wanted to slap it off, or more honestly, kiss it off.

“You didn’t want something to happen with her?”

He crowded you, pushing you up against the counter behind you, close enough to feel the heat permeating off his body. “Now why would I want that when I have this sexy little spitfire right here?”

You rolled your eyes, biting your lip as you fought to hold onto your resolve the best you could. God, you just wanted him to hurt a little bit, wanted to be the one to walk away. “You don’t have me, Bucky.”

Gently running the back of his knuckles down the side of your face, his gaze flickered from your mouth to your eyes. “Don’t I?” he questioned, unaffected by your lie.

Gasping at his arrogance, “You son of a bitch.” You were done, this was it. He was used to getting his way with every girl he came across, but you weren’t going to give the self-righteous bastard the satisfaction.

His gruff voice broke your train of thought. “Because you sure as hell have me.”

Your breath hitched as you looked into his dark dilated pupils – he meant it.

“You’re only gonna break my heart, I don't think we should –”

His lips cut you off before you could end it. His tongue was hot and determined. His hands moved up and cupped your jaw as he held you in place, kissing you until you couldn’t think. Until you forgot why you were mad in the first place, only knowing that you needed him.

“You can’t quit me, baby,” he whispered against your lips. His hypnotic eyes reminded you that you were too far gone; his lips against your neck as his rough hands slid down and up your skirt, kneading your ass harshly cemented his possession.

With his sinful blue eyes transfixed on yours, he dropped to his knees between your legs and licked up the length of your inner thigh. Heat bloomed in your core as you gave in, watching him kiss his way up your thighs, biting into your flesh as his eyes held yours. Whimpering out, you tugged him closer, needing more. Bucky chuckled darkly before burying his face in between your thighs, licking and sucking you through your lacy g-string. He hooked his thumbs into the sides of your panty and eased them off before swiftly hooking your leg over his shoulder and swiping his hot thick tongue through your wet folds.

Your hands fell to his hair, holding him in place. “So fuckin’ good,” he groaned under his breath, his eyes closed in pleasure as he licked you from your entrance to clit, over and over again.

Without warning he shoved two thick fingers into your center, working you over as his tongue fixated on your bundle of nerves. The cool metal of his rings sliding against your hot skin created a delicious contrast. You moaned in between gasps of air, watching as he took care of what he knew belonged to him. The grip on his hair got harsher and he could tell you were close, feeling your needy muscles quiver – his favorite tell-tale sign.

Unable to control yourself you trembled in pleasure, body convulsing as you came undone. “That’s it, baby,” he purred, helping you through it, curling his fingers deeper inside of you. Mischievous eyes watched in appreciation, his chest swelling with pride as you whimpered out his name.

While your anger had been snuffed out to embers, your passion for him reignited the flame.

You coaxed Bucky to stand before tearing at his shirt, pulling his cut and flannel open so that you could nip at his neck. You bit and sucked your way down to his tattooed chest, leaving your mark as you went.

Tugging at his belt, you swiftly undid his jeans, desperate to feel him. Before you could wrap your hand around his heavy length, he gripped the back of your thighs and pressed you hard up against the wall across from the mirror; where you could watch as he wrecked you.

Holding you there with his hips and hands, he leaned forward to capture your lips before lining himself up; only pulling back a split second to watch your face as he buried himself inside of you, driving home with one hard thrust. You gasped at the stretch and intense familiar pressure. Bucky had fucked you so many times, but that first plunge never failed to take your breath away; always reminded you how no other man could ever fill you so right.

His hips snapped into yours mercilessly, striking you roughly again and again at an unwavering pace.

You threw your head back and lost yourself in a daze, incapable of uttering a word. Fuck, you’d let him do whatever he wanted if he’d keep on using your body like that.

“You’re all I want,” he growled, his teeth on your neck.

As he recklessly thrusted in deeper than imaginable, you almost missed the quiet click of the door. But then your eyes locked in the mirror with that dumb skank that wanted your man.

Her eyes nearly bulged out in surprise and you took the opportunity to toss her a devilish grin as Bucky took you apart. That’s right bitch, mine.

She scurried off right before your back arched off the wall, your muscles tightening around him.

“Oh, fuck –”

“Takin’ all of me so fuckin’ well,” Bucky grinded his pelvis into you, rubbing your clit each time he bottomed out, knocking the air from your lungs. He was lost in you, and all you could do was take it. Wrapping your legs tighter around his waist, you pulled him impossibly closer, until your walls spasmed as you shattered in his arms. But he wasn’t done with you; he rutted into you hard, watching proudly as your body quaked between the wall and him. You clenched him perfectly, pulsating around him so hard it sent him over the edge.

You bit his lip as you felt his thrusts grow erratic. Bucky groaned out your name as he jerked violently, emptying himself – branding your insides with his hot release.

He’d be happy to spend the rest of his days living in you. His brain was foggy, but his heart knew who he was supposed to be with. Resting his forehead against yours, he panted as he tried to calm down.

Wrapping your hand around his jaw, you smiled softly. “I love it when we fight,” you admitted.

He chuckled and squeezed your thighs. “Me too, darlin’,” he nipped your lip. “But I’m starting to think you start these fights because you know how it’ll end.”

You giggled at his words, he was onto your game. “Maybe I do,” you whispered just before your lips met his for a soft, sweet kiss.

You were everything he wanted in a woman, you gave him more than he ever thought he’d find in his world. Right then, he made a mental note to stop entertaining the advances of other girls. His soul was already taken. But damn was it true, the fights always led to the best sex.

Carefully pulling himself out, he gently set you down, keeping his arms around your waist as you stood on wobbly legs. Your smudged eye makeup, those gorgeous sultry lips, and the way you looked at him – Bucky was a goner.

You were his weakness, and he knew then what he’d never said out loud – all he needed from this life was his bike, the club, and his best girl.

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sunshinediaz · 19 days

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detours | 2.7k, teen

“Maybe next time we actually talk like two adults instead of waiting till one of us gets a sprained ankle.” Buck laughs, full and hearty and loud, and something inside Eddie’s chest lets go. Buck’s a sight when he’s enjoying himself, all big and beefy and brawny but so gentle, so soft and tender, and Eddie missed Buck’s lack of inhibition and genuineness. He missed it so much he didn’t realize it was hurting until it stopped. “Deal,” Buck agrees, scrubbing his hand down his face. He’s less red now—more pink, maybe, like those peonies Eddie planted in the backyard. Pretty. “How’s your ankle?” Eddie blinks a few times to get Buck’s pink face out of his mind. “It’s fine,” he lies. His painkillers wore off a few minutes ago and he’s had worse, yeah, but that doesn’t mean it’s not aching. “I mean, it hurts, but it’s fine. It was partially my fault, anyway.” “How?” “I wore sneakers with a tall sole hoping I could get some inches on Tommy and the other guys,” he explains, shaking his head. He knows better—there’s a reason he never wears shoes when he’s doing legs at the gym. “I’m having a hard time accepting I’m five-eleven and a half.” (Fuck what his doctor says, the half inch is important.) Buck makes a goofy face. “I mean, it could be worse,” he says, holding both hands up in surrender. “You could be as short as Chim.” Eddie reaches around on the couch for a balled up napkin and throws it right at Buck’s face. “You’re horrible!” he says, but he’s vindicated in being validated. He ought to now Buck isn’t ever going to leave him to flounder. “Yeah, yeah. I know.” He picks up the napkin and tosses it back toward Eddie. “I brought your other shoe, by the way. It’s on the table.” Eddie stretches high like a prairie dog and sees his missing shoe is, in fact, on his dining room table. He snorts and shakes his head. “Just call me Cinderella.” Buck grins. “Does that make me your prince charming?” Eddie grins, too, because how can he not? Buck’s here and it’s okay. They’re okay. “Something like that,” he says because he doesn’t think he’d mind Buck being his prince charming. He’s pretty good at being a damsel, at least.

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saetoshis · 2 years

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DCRWMING CRYING THEOWING A FIT !!! FUCK U CHERRY OH YNGIFIFHSFvvdhrhe?:)4)4): /pos… ily

cw: afab!reader, fingering, degradation, mean!muzan, squirting, some dumbification (?)

muzan doesn’t have a care in the world.

you’re shuddering and whimpering on his hand, hips grinding messily all over his lap as your slick dampens his suit pants. “muzan! s-slower, please!”

“hm? what are you talking about?” muzan’s tone drips in indifference, the pads of his thick fingers working the spot in your cunt that makes your brain go fuzzy. his eyes never look away from his book, brawny body lackadaisically leaning back as he scans the page.

“hah- ugh,” you’re groaning in dissent and bucking your hips onto his palm, watching him flip the page and refuse to look at your pitiful, whiny state. “s-so mean, muzan…”

“‘mean’, you say? i think i’m being nice, don’t you?” muzan’s voice is rasped and distracted, yet his fingers fuck against your walls at a quicker, more brash pace. you’re gasping and whining, pleasure searing in your body as your reeling climax burgeons. “i only wanted to read my book, but i guess you’re so desperate that you can’t even go half an hour without my cock inside you, hm? isn’t that right?”

you can’t even muster a response, the words stifling with every moaned, shallow breath that the pleasure draws from your chest. all you can chant out is ‘g-gonna cum, gonna cum! fuck- don’t stop… please, muzan…’

it’s like he doesn’t even care about your shuddering, cum-hungry state, his eyes still glued to the pages as you start to break on his fingers. but it’s when flicks of liquid smother his palm and the entirety of his thighs that he finally looks away from his book, crimson gaze hungry at the sight.

“jesus, look at the mess. you ruined my suit… you know i’ll have to punish you for that, right? mm, then go ahead and get on your knees and beg for my cock. since i know you wanted it from the start…”

2022 MUZANS.

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#WHFHSHHFHWF #[‹ moshi’s favs : cherry ›]#I LOVE U. SO MUCH. OH MY GODSHDHSHFH #[‹ moshi : writes ›]#[‹ muzan! ›]#muzan smut #muzan x reader #kny smut #kny x reader #cw degradation #cw dumbification

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brawny-and-friends · 2 years

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In which Brawny attempts to navigate the town somehow in worse shape than he was before.

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#brawny buck #brony #comic #ask #answer #questions #my little pony #friendship is magic

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chartmyfixations · 6 months

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cris watches dr. who: s01e10 - "The Doctor Dances"

"Everybody lives, Rose! Just this once, everybody lives!"

"I'm really glad that worked, those would have been terrible last words." Hee

Jack is a great foil to these two. Rose and the Doctor are both adorably earnest, but Jack... Jack is just a little more tricky, a little more brawny. He's a great addition to the cast (even though I know it won't last)

"When he's stressed, he likes to insult species." Ha!

The Doctor has Captain-envy. Come on, Doctor, you know Rose and her daddy-issues carry a huge torch for you

Dude. You're, like, 25 centuries old or whatever. That's no dancing

Okay, so nanobots that are just there to heal people? That's a neat plot twist which I did not see coming. You're so geared to see the gasmaskifitis as a virus because it spreads like one. Neat narrative trick, show

Jack! No! Don't flee just because the bomb will drop there! gdi. (Jack, of course, can do no wrong, but...)

O hey! Jack comes though with the tractor beam! Yay!

Bad Wolf on bomb! Drink!

I really really really loved the "Everybody lives"-moment, because it's earned, you know? All throughout the season, people have been dying in the Doctor's wake -- I even made a note of it. Everybody making it, for once? It bucks the trend.

The Doctor has a brain, Rose has a heart, but Jack? Jack's got style

Of course he drinks a very dirty martini

I like that you can't really tell who Jack is more jealous of during their dance - the Doctor or Rose

We're ramping up to the end of the season -- is this the last time this Doctor will get to be happy? :-(

8 out of 8 Tardes. No notes.

#cris watches #cris watches dr who #doctor who #dr who #rose tyler #billie piper #christopher eccleston #the ninth doctor #ninth doctor #9th doctor #jack harkness #john barrowman #s01e10 #8 out of 8 tardes #the doctor dances

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giantsorcowboys · 9 months

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Testosterone Thursday 💪🏻🧔🏻‍♂️💪🏻

Who Needs Shirts? Luke Voit Doesn't, As His Guns Blaze The Balls Out Of The Ballpark.💪🏻💪🏻⚾️🏟🍑🔥🔥😍😍

Woof, Baby!🌶🌶🌶

#Luke Voit #Syracuse Mets #New York Mets #MLB #baseball #Testosterone Thursday #Beautiful Men #Gods of the Diamond #Muse of the Diamond #NL East #Brawny Men #Beefy Men #Gym Inspiration #Muscular Hindquarters #Mr. Power Glutes #My Muse #Woof Baby!#Young Buck #Sport Stud

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HEYYYYY, I saw your requests open and I thought why not trying it. So, could you please please please write something with König and like, they're training or something and the reader or König (dc about who's going to do it) does that move that you take down the other person but you sit on their lap if you're not fast enough. And they're like panting from training.

I have more things in mind, so I'll be here for a while 😁

grim reaper

könig x female reader

content: slight suggestive themes, sfw, konig is down bad for reader but also a bit cheeky lol

hii nonnie! hehe i didnt know if u wanted sfw or otherwise, so i ended up somewhere right in the middle- or teasing at the latter, at least 😳 lol but i hope u enjoy!! i really love this idea so much! i wanna do this eventually with alejandro too ♡ good day! c:

all hearts, comments & reblogs are very appreciated!

König’s a tough guy.

Big, solid, more of a fucking mountain than a living breathing man, to be entirely honest- and it certainly don’t help when you put a gun in his hand- or worse, when his eyes are set on you.

Those shimmering blues are pretty, you can’t help but think even as he slowly rounds the mat with you. So pretty that they might succeed at distracting some poor bastard behind enemy lines, make them believe it’s an angel come to save ‘em from war rather than a ravenous, feral beast responding to the dinner bell.

There’s a reason he wears a hood.

All grim reapers do.

The air is somewhat thick between the two of you. Growingly tired. A healthy amount of sweat beading below your lighter fatigues.

You’re both a panting mess of missed punches and a few exchanged, light jabs. You managed to score a low kick at the back of his calf- perhaps your hardest hit yet- and it’s probably why he’s limping now. Just slightly.

It must still sting a bit, though. Because his delayed dodging time is enough for you to swoop in and pull the rug right out from beneath him, immediately pouncing on him as he falls.

Eager, you’re overwhelmingly eager to finish sparring, because while it’s fun being pitted up against Konig (he’s your favorite partner for these sessions), you’ve been at it for closer to an hour and supper will be served soon.

Straddling his waist, you pin his brawny arms back over his head, your smaller fingers struggling to wrap around his thick wrists.

He’s so much bigger, so much stronger, such a pain in the ass to immobilize.

And still, pinning him down on the mat, your hips anchored firmly over his- you know with one mindless buck, jerk, or thrash on his end, you’d go flying.

So it’s a mercy, really, hair hanging over your head and almost touching the tip of his nose, that instead of that- perpetuating the session and perhaps stinging your pride- Konig merely lies there beneath you.

Accepts it and you.

Lets out a little, breathy sort of giggle.

“Ah, you got me.” He surrenders, yet your hands must be completely deaf to his words because they don’t loosen at all.

His broad chest shakes with every heaving breath he takes, jostling you both, but it’s only when you feel him make an uncomfortable shift beneath you that you truly realize just how exhausted he is.

Blues eyes glinting tiredly through the holes of his hood, holding an odd little twinkle to them as he runs them over you— nervous, but curious, too.

So, so curious.

As if common sense hits you, you let a playful grin finally carve into your cheeks. “Did I?” You ask softly, and his head tilts some at you. “I’ve got the feeling you could switch our positions easily, if you really wanted to.”

He’s vaguely jittery, your sparring buddy, but when you make that mindless comment, for reasons beyond you, König visibly flusters, jerking his chin the other way.

His cheek rubs against the mat through his mask, mumbling a polite rebuttal.

“Y-You underestimate yourself, Y/n… You knocked me right off my feet! Isn’t that good?” His gaze does find yours again, then- quietly, “…I think you are good…”

It’s your turn to giggle.

The sound is pleasant, the sort of sound that he’d play on repeat if he could. But… those are feelings that the brute of a man is vaguely aware are offhanded, and certainly not the kind you divulge to your comrade.

So he nibbles on his lips, though you don’t see, and keeps quiet on it.

“Well, thank you, König,” your cheeks are a bit warm, either from tussling with him or just the fact that it’s him and not anyone else, you’re not so sure.

“I think you are good, too.”

Oh.

That feels nice to hear… And your mouth looks so pretty when you say it, too.

You are beautiful, the man steadily comes to terms with- in one staggering, full gust of wind beneath you- you are so beautiful and you are straddling his hips and you said with your own tongue that he is good in your eyes.

You don’t know just what possesses him when he turns to you after, letting a nervous, yet deft hand rake the entirety of his hood over his head. But the truth is that he also doesn’t know why- or anything, to be fair, in that brilliant, awing moment- just that you are the prettiest girl he’s ever seen and he loves sparring with you and he can’t fully stop himself in time from saying—

“Yes,” he admits. “For you.”

And you are so startled by his sudden spur of confidence, and also the hint of a cheeky grin curling at his lips, that you are silent for a moment.

Stunned, perhaps.

An addicting, bubbly sort of feeling rises between you.

…S-Something else does, too, but lower— poking persistently at the start of your tummy.

You blink owlishly at the belated realization. So does he, all blue and hopeful yet also, apparently, growingly excited.

You clear your throat, slowly sliding off of his lap, praying to God your buddy doesn’t see the evident stirrings of something smitten on your face.

“H-How nice,” you murmur. And you mean it.

The both of you stand up, inconspicuously brushing off the fronts of your thighs, trading off see you in a bit’s and good spar’s, the male following shortly after you- sort of like a lost puppy- towards the shower block.

Washing off sounds nice- even better, settling down at the cafeteria and digging into his meaty portion of dinner- but to be entirely honest, he’s still basking in the sweet afterglow of his small (yet no less revolutionary) victory.

…Maybe he ought to let you win more often.

#call of duty #cod x reader #konig #konig mw2 #konig x you #konig x reader #konig call of duty #konig cod

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princessheatherblossom · 7 months

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Chrysalis on a date 👁️👄👁️ feat. @brawny-buck and Editz Khun (Based off of @crookedbeetles animatic)

#youtube #tik tok #lip sync #cosplay #mlp #brony #my little pony #my little pony friendship is magic #mlp art #queen chrysalis #chrysalis #shining armor #date #date night #bad dates

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anxiousgayseeksvalidation · 7 months

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Date Night

Buck has never had a hard time getting in the mood. He's a physically affectionate person, likes sex, and specifically likes sex with Eddie. And here on Eddie's couch, the dark-haired man's hands in his hair, pressing into the nape of his neck, lips ghosting over the shell of his ear, trailing down to suck lightly at that sweet spot just under Buck's jaw--Buck should be in Heaven. And he is! But...

Eddie huffs and pulls back, sensing that Buck's mind is staring to wander, which he tries not to be insulted by.

"Buck. I told you, Chris is in his room, hopefully doing homework but probably online playing a video game with his friends. He's been fed. He's been bathed. He knows snacks are done for the night. He won't come in here."

Buck glances in the direction of the boy's room nervously. He was still getting used to this--maintaining an intimate romantic relationship while parenting a child. When Chris is gone, or when just Eddie comes over to Buck's place, it's much easier to compartmentalize. And when they're all three out together, Buck loves holding Eddie's hand or exchanging chaste, brief PDA's. But reconciling the more intimate and overt parts of their relationship with being in "Dad-mode", and making them exist together in the same space, well...Buck's still working on that.

"Are you SURE, though?! What if he, like, sees something?" Buck asks anxiously, mortified at the thought.

Eddie runs his hand down the side of Buck's face. "Baby, he knows we're dating. He knows what that means. He knows we kiss, he knows couples do more than that--"

"He DOES?!" Buck exclaims, feeling suddenly forlorn by the idea of Chris being old enough to know about these things.

Eddie rolls his eyes affectionately. "Yes, mi amor. Chris isn't a little kid anymore. He knows what I meant when I said you and I were going to hang out in here for some alone time together after dinner and after you and him got some play-time in. Having a kid means working around them, but also recognizing that we can't just not be a couple when he's home. We'd never be together, otherwise. Trust me, I have years of experience with this. Besides, we're not going to bang in the living room with our son in the house; I'm just trying to enjoy some of this before we take it to the bedroom."

At that, Eddie leans in, captures Buck's bottom lip between his, teeth scraping gently. Buck's throat involuntarily emits a low whine, and he lets his eyes flutter shut. Eddie's hands change direction and are now exploring the broad expanse of Buck's strong shoulders and taut chest and stomach muscles. There's soft music playing, the room is dimly lit with some candles for ambiance, Eddie is wearing Buck's favorite cologne, and Buck makes himself get back into the sensuality of the moment. Buck tilts his head back to deepen the kiss, and Eddie breaks it only to latch onto Buck's neck. Buck feels himself being nudged onto his back, and he lets it happen, his arms now wrapping around Eddie as the older man settles onto him. God, he's even more handsome in this lighting, Buck internally remarks as Eddie leans up, his brawny, fit thighs straddling Buck's hips. Eddie smirks, and Buck's eyes go half-lidded as Eddie unbuttons the top buttons of the dark blue dress-shirt he looks so damn good in. Missing the close contact of his body, Buck impulsively yanks Eddie back down into a searing kiss. Okay, yeah, Buck's starting to maybe relax now. There's no more blood rushing to his head, it's all heading to a single pressure-point that's quickly making itself known, and they may need to migrate to some privacy quicker than Eddie thought--

"Uh, Dad?"

Record-scratch sound-effects in Buck's brain as everything comes to a screeching halt. He removes his hands from Eddie like the man is on fire. Eddie sighs, straightens his shirt, and very reluctantly sits up again.

"Yeah, bud?" Eddie responds patiently. There's not a hint of frustration in his voice or the frazzled "we've been caught" panic that's seizing Buck. Buck is relieved to realize that Chris has not actually come in there to find his parents in a heated make-out session.

"I have a headache."

Eddie nods, giving Buck an apologetic look as he swings one leg over to stand up. Buck immediately misses the contact, his body going cold where Eddie's hands had been. But, he jumps up too, ready to jump in and help with Christopher if needed.

"I'm gonna get him some Tylenol and water, and get him in bed. It's too late for him to be up on that game anyway," he mumbles to Buck.

"You think maybe your headache is from not wearing your glasses as much as you're supposed to, or staring at the TV for too long?" Eddie calls out to Christopher in a mostly teasing tone as he walks into the kitchen and grabs a glass out of the cupboard. Buck leans against the doorframe and watches him, a soft smile on his face. His blood still runs warm with desire, but there's something so comfortingly domestic about this whole scene, so intimate in a different way that makes Buck's heart burst. He runs a hand through his hair.

"So, uh, raincheck?" Buck asks breezily.

Eddie stops and looks at Buck, blinking in confusion. "Why? I'm just going to bring the kid some medicine and get him tucked in. Won't take but five minutes."

Buck freezes, wide-eyed. "Uhh, are you serious??"

Eddie laughs. "Buck, like I said, we don't have to abandon everything every time we get interrupted or when we're reminded there's a kid in the house. He's going to be here most of the time, we just gotta get used to it being a thing and work around it accordingly."

Buck worries his bottom lip between his teeth. Eddie eyes him.

"But...I've had plenty of practice navigating parenting and having a social and dating life. You haven't. So, if you need more time, and just want to cool it tonight, we absolutely can. You know I'm happy to just be with you. However..." Eddie saunters up to Buck, ocean-blue eyes flickering over the slightly taller man's form.

"...if you want to finish what we started, why don't you go wait for me in the bedroom, hmm?" Eddie whispers, sultry, next to Buck's ear. Buck swallows, and just like that, his heart is racing in his chest again. Eddie punctuates his point with a wink and a quick, suggestive smack to Buck's ass. Buck watches him head to Chris's room, fluidly and easily switching from sexy and seductive to kind, attentive Dad. Buck can hear him fussing over his son, can picture Eddie ruffling Chris's hair affectionately.

Buck takes two lit candles from the living room to Eddie's room and blows out the rest. When Eddie comes back, he's greeted with the sight of Buck reclining on the bed, jeans button undone, shirt off, gazing at Eddie through half-lidded eyes. Eddie takes a second to appreciate the picture before him, but Buck gives him no more than that second.

"Well? This was your idea. What are you waiting for?"

Eddie grins and pounces, and yeah, Buck has decided to just go ahead and get used to this.

#buddie #buddie 911 #buck x eddie

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incorrect-rdr2 · 2 years

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🪷✨ Art is by @pukaon !!✨🪷

🪷✨ I am the writer of this fic, my AO3 is ynnelcult! ✨🪷

🪷✨A short Charthur fic ✨🪷 NSFW! 🔞

🪷✨ MODERN AU! - Arthur injures his arm while on a mission for Dutch, and Charles has to help him bathe. Things get heated pretty fast 🤭

“Thanks for helping me bathe, Charles.” Arthur began, smiling happily at the soft scratching on his scalp “It’s kinda hard to wash yourself with one good arm.”

The older man laughed softly at his statement, wincing as the other man hissed in pain, he must’ve moved his shoulder the wrong way. “Sorry if I’m a little too rough, I don’t bathe people as a pass time.”

“S’ alright, I’ll tough it out. Always do.” Arthur sighed, leaning into Charles’s touch as he washed his mop of blonde hair.

Once Arthur was clean, Charles thanked him for his patience and turned to leave, but was stopped by Arthur almost immediately.

“Could you… help me relax a little more?” The blonde mumbled, his face burned at the words coming out of his mouth.

Was he really about to ask his friend to jerk him off? Arthur almost changed his mind, but Charles spoke quickly.

“In what way?” The older inched closer to the outlaw, still outside of the shower, his voice husky and smooth through the steam that filled bathroom.

“Want you to help me come.” Arthur lowly mumbled, his eyes averting to look down at the bubbles that circled the drain.

He bit his lip anxiously, awaiting a response from the older, when he felt a sudden hand on his chin, lifting his head upward. He felt his half-hard cock twitch between his legs at the action, anticipating, waiting.

“You sure you’re up for it? I don’t want to hurt you.” Charles spoke softly with a loving tone, his thumb swiping over the scar that rest atop of the outlaw’s chin.

“Come on, Charles. I’m not that easy to break.” The man laughed, lifting a soapy hand to hold Charles’s wrist. “I can take it.”

Charles nodded, then pulled away to strip himself of his clothes. Arthur watched him hungrily, licking his lips when he slowly climbed into the shower with him.

“Jesus, Charles…” Arthur groaned, feeling himself get even more aroused at the sight of the older man.

He was tall, dark, and brawny. He looked even better than he did clothed just a minute ago, Arthur wasn’t sure how it was possible. Watching the water drip from Charles’s chest and abs almost made him moan.

“Like what you see?” The older man teased, leaning forward to gently caress Arthur’s jaw, smirking as he leaned into his touch.

“Fuck yes.” Arthur lifted up both hands to grasp Charles’s face, then pulled him into a heated kiss.

Their kiss was nothing short of tongue, teeth and moans, Arthur gasped as he felt a hand wrap around his aching hard cock, flicking his wrist on the outlaw’s throbbing sex elicited merciful moans from him.

Charles smirked against the younger’s mouth, daring to rut his own cock against Arthur’s as his teeth grazed the man’s bottom lip.

“God, fuck, Charles. Speed this up, yeah?” Arthur pulled away breathlessly, giving the god-like man a half-lidded gaze.

Charles only nodded, the look he received was nothing but pure lust and desire. “Alright, princess.” He teased, pressing Arthur against the marble shower wall. “Don’t be too loud.”

Arthur only nodded. He tilted his head to the side as Charles’s canines graced his neck, groans and swears falling from his lips as he rutted his abandoned cock against Charles’s hip.

“Needy, needy,” The older cooed, his hands snaking down to Arthur’s waist to hold him in place while he returned the favor, left hand now stroking his cock.

The blonde only responded by whispering a short plea, something akin to a whine, and bucking his hips into Charles’ as the two fucked onto each-other with greed.

“Charles,” Arthur gasped, his legs trembling as his orgasm neared. “Charles, m’ gonna-“

His moans were cut off by a pair of lips on his— along with teeth and tongue, but Arthur didn’t mind at all. His pleas and cries were muffled by Charles as he came, white ribbons shooting between their stomachs.

“That’s it, Art. You’re doing so good for me.” Charles whispered softly into Arthur’s reddened ear, a shiver going down the blonde’s back. “So, so good.”

“Charles-” Arthur panted onto the man’s neck, suddenly he felt dizzy. “Charles…”

“Shh, I got you.” He shushed the blonde as he turned off the water, keeping a strong grip under Arthur’s arm to keep him from slipping.

He then helped him out of the shower and into a fresh set of pajamas, admiring how the blonde looked in his own clothes.

“What?” Arthur rasped, wincing at how exhausted his voice had gotten.

“Nothin’. Just you.” Charles hummed, breaking his gaze on the outlaw.

🪷✨Thank you for reading! ✨🪷

#charthur #arthur morgan #charles smith #red dead redemption arthur #red dead redemption 2 #smut #kinktober #arthur morgan imagine #fanfic

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