#joseph's gonna eat all that by himself

[crushmeeren]

🍓Kirishima SFW & NSFW Headcannons

Everyone involved in this fic is aged up/18+; continue scrolling or block if you aren’t into it

Warnings; daddy kink, praise kink, rough sex, hair pulling, mentions of choking, throat fucking, pussy eating, vaginal sex, Kirishima spits into readers mouth and you swallow that shit happily, cream pie, sweet aftercare, sleepy sex

Note; I’m in love with Kirishima, I’ve been writing a lot of headcannons lately but I simply could not resist the urge to write about the overgrown puppy that is Kirishima. Enjoy this meal with me 🍓

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Eijirou who is the actual human embodiment of a ray of sunshine (he is the definition of golden retriever energy—you know if he had a tail it would wag non stop, definitely smacking the shit out of you)

Eijirou who you met for the first at the gym—you were uncomfortable & unsure of what you were doing when this mountain of a man with bright ass red hair came up to you so shy and explained how to back squat without hurting yourself (this fucker had the sweetest smile, despite his sharp teeth—but Jesus Mother Mary & Joseph—you thought you would fall to your knees just looking at him)

Eijirou who stuttered and turned pink every time you asked him to be your spotter whenever you saw him at the gym, until finally he asked for your number (you were gonna ask for his if he didn’t do it first—you definitely did not fist pump afterwards)

Eijirou who is a heart stopping amount of stacked, but is the biggest softie you have ever met, who gets overly excited to play with your dog-wrestling with him and cuddling him (you swear your dog now loves Eiji more than you, ever since you moved in together they’re two peas in a pod- much to your chagrin)

Eijirou who is really smart — okay maybe not top dog when it comes to book smart but he is street smart and exceptional at reading people, who always knows how you’re feeling even when you don’t say anything (it’s always a relief that he can tell when you don’t feel like talking)

Eijirou who is oblivious to how he looks, who has a shit ton of of instagram followers—not because he tries, no it’s because he started posting pictures of himself at the gym just for fun and unbeknownst to him everything he posts is like a goddamn thirst trap (he only realizes after you point it out because you’re starting to get jealous of all the comments but he always says he only has eyes for you)

Eijirou who almost never says no to you, who always goes with the flow, an easy smile lighting up his face, who lets you pick out the movie for date night more often than not (you make sure to pick something he likes anyways)

Eijirou who really likes cherry twizzlers, who has literal hearts in his eyes whenever you buy him a pack every Friday (he coos adorably at you when you hand him the bag saying you’re so sweet to me pretty girl, I love you so much! How did I get so lucky??), who shares them with you anyways

Eijirou who loves to wear athletic clothes—but also likes to dress punk?? (he’s very diverse), who has his ears pierced (two on each lobe), who looks otherworldly when he wears nicer outfits (you definitely make the joke about his clothes looking better on your floor)

Eijirou who is best friends with Katsuki, (you’ve shockingly been able to become close to him as well), who often plays video games online with his friends (Katsuki, Denki, Sero, also Izuku & Shouto), who likes it when you sit on the floor between his legs while he plays

Eijirou who purrs like a cat when you scratch his scalp whenever his hair is down, who lays his head in your lap while you watch TV so you can continue to play with his hair, who falls asleep halfway through the movie because he feels too relaxed

Eijirou whose presence is calming and friendly, who makes you feel safe, who everyone likes (you’ve never heard a bad word said about him—you’d curb stomp anyone who did)

Eijirou who has made you feel more loved then anyone else you’ve ever been with before, who fills your chest with a warmth so intense your eyes often sting with tears—who brings you your favorite food or drink out of blue, who makes you laugh so hard your stomach cramps (he’s the funniest motherfucker you know)

Eijirou who has become your other half, like a limb you didn’t realize was missing all this time, who becomes your husband, who becomes the father of your children, who you share a love with that only comes once every five life times (you know you’ll never love anyone else no matter what comes your way)

🍓NSFW Headcannons Below🍓

Eijirou who kisses you so softly, lips sliding with yours lazily as he lets out little sighs, thumbs slipping under your shirt to tease the smooth skin over your hip bones as you straddle him—until he lets his sharp teeth snag on your bottom lip, chomping into the flesh there, wrenching a startled gasp out of you (he sucks on it apologetically afterwards)

Eijirou who has a thing for letting you dry hump him (while you’re both still clothed), head thumping back on the couch cushion, fingers tight on your waist, flushing, groaning, eyes fluttering shut as he helps you drag your clit back and forth over his cock—dick throbbing painfully from the friction through his jeans

Eijirou who has a switch that flips once he gets to a certain level of aroused, who tosses you onto the bed effortlessly, caging you between his arms, who grips your jaw tightly —forcing it to pop open (he spits possessively into your mouth, telling you to swallow it baby girl, which you do gladly)

Eijirou who loves the feel of your hot, wet mouth sucking his cock, who gets you sitting on your calves on the floor, back against the mattress as his fingers hold the back of your head in place, so he can fuck your throat, who keeps one knee up on the bed next to your head as he thrusts, groin tightening when you look at him with teary eyes (he murmurs lowly baby girl s’good at sucking daddys cock aren’t you? —Your pussy drools)

Eijirou who eats your pussy from behind, soft tongue consistently licking at your clit, fingers stretching your pussy as your face is shoved into the sheets, ass in the air for him, your belly flutters warmly as he smacks your ass with his free hand (it doesn’t take you long to cum like this)

Eijirou whose cock is thick, and you’re talking thick thick, enough that he has to get you dripping before he can get his dick wet (but you love it, the stretch is almost an overwhelming pleasure)

Eijirou who has a daddy kink, who makes you beg for his cock when he has you folded in half—knees almost touching your ears, he teases your pussy with his tip telling you condescendingly you gotta ask daddy nicely if you want to be split open sweetheart (you absolutely do sob daddy please)

Eijirou whose chest gets slick with sweat (hair always falling from its spiky position when you start to go at it), whose moans raise in pitch when he can feel your nipples slipping over & over on his pecs as he fucks you, the sensation making pleasure blister through your limbs, pussy fluttering which makes Eijirou cry out

Eijirou who has a filthy deep stroke, who pants & whispers toe curling praise in your ear but fucks you like he’s trying to carve out your guts, you weave your fingers through his hair, tugging sharply as he moves, (pussy s’good to me sweet thing, daddy loves fucking you, such a tight little thing)

Eijirou who growls under his breath when he fucks you from behind, sliding his cock back in your pussy all the way to the root, forcing a choked sob out of you, who is brutal from the get go, pelvis smacking wetly against yours

Eijirou who makes you cum instantly, wailing please daddy just like that! when he threads his fingers through your hair, forcing your neck back at a sharp angle, activating his quirk just enough on his left hand so he can leave bruises on your hip (oh? right there angel? that was a big one wasn’t it baby, so good cumming for daddy — voice dripping in your belly like honey)

Eijirou who pulls you up into his lap, back against his chest, hand around your throat as he bounces you on his cock, who makes your back arch as he bites on your shoulder, whining lowly as he cums, whose cock you can feel pulsing as his sticky release fills you up (fuck daddy, love when you cum in me — that makes his eyes roll back)

Eijirou who has you limping to the shower afterwards, but he washes your body, rubs your lower back, who tells you how much he loves you as he carries you back to the bed in a towel, who makes you giggle as he pokes your ribs when you change into one of his large T-shirts

Eijirou whose face you pepper with kisses when he climbs into the bed with you, who lets you wake him up in the middle of the night to ride him sweet and slow, foreheads pressed together, breathing the same air, limbs heavy with sleep, who cradles you against his chest when you eventually fall back asleep

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[neoarchipelago]

Torn between :

Simon Riley who doesn't not/fears to have children because of his last trauma and hating his father. It's terrifying to him and it'll take a LOT of therapy to even consider having children. It's complicated to even see himself being a father.

And

Simon Riley who, every time he sees you, he sure wants you to be the one for the rest of his life. And he remembers how happy his brother was with his wife and little Joseph, just wants to have babies with you. He's scared but he wants to do better, and he is sure that he'll be better, because this is half of him and you. He'll love him/her like it's the only thing he breathes for. So he waits, he keeps the idea in mind, that only sleeps past his lips when he's buried deep inside your sweet cunt, praising and cooing about how he's going to fill you up with his cum.

And then he keeps it in mind, until he pops the question, until he sees you walk to the altar, until the first dance is over, until he's in the private plane offered by Laswell, going to the honeymoon in a secret place Price offered. Until he walks into the hotel room, holding you in his arms. Up to the point he slowly undresses you, eating you up like a madman until you're left shaking and sobbing. And perhaps it's a low blow but he slips his cock past your folds, slowly, raw, feeling you stretch around his fat cock as he coos:

"gonna make you mommy love? Do you want that?"

And you're already a mess because he had too much fun with you before even splitting you open. You register the words, not truly the full consequences of your answer though.

"y-yes... please... please..."

And he's gone.

You barely sleep that night. You wonder how that man has so much cum cuz you're left dripping every time. He cleans you up gently after, making sure to finger his cum back into you.

And it's the first try... cuz as soon as he's home his baby fever is off the roof. But he doesn't know that the first try was all it took. Cuz your next period isn't here, cuz he's in shock and ready to cry when he sees you, tears stained face as you hold a hand over your mouth and the over a small test with two bars clearly marked.

And then he's almost unbearable for the next 9 months. He tells Price first, and then the rest of the boys. They visit you back home with gifts, that Simon makes a point of checking each of them. This stuffed bear has buttons he needs to take them off, the baby might choke, etc etc.

The labor, he's in internal panic, but his military training and the love he has for you build up a facade of care and calm that helps you, oh so much, for your first delivery, that was long and exhausting.

It's all worth it for the look Simon gives your baby, holding them, skin to skin. He looks up at you, tears rolling down his cheeks, chanting 'thank you' again and again. It brings you to tears every time.

The way he looks at you when you're breastfeeding makes you blush and feel adored at the same time. You asked him once why he does it and he says:

"you're doing such a good job mama... feeding our little cub like that... fuck, it's going to grow big and strong, you're perfect."

You fight the urge to throw a pillow at him as you blush madly. You hold your baby too carefully to even consider moving.

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Me right now because of my hormones:

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[pearlofthesirens]

Everything's gonna be okay- Simon 'Ghost' Riley x Fem!Reader

first time writing for a fandom omg might as well start writing for cod more. thank you to @xxshadowbabexx for this writing competition, i'm so happy to participate <3 summary: After Simon found himself waking up after another nightmare, his significant other reminds him that he isn't alone in this world pairing: Simon Ghost Riley x Fem!Reader warnings: she/her pronouns used, nightmares, Simon's past, toxic relationship with father mentioned, slight cursing now playing: Until I Found You by Stephen Sanchez word count: 1193 words(one thousand one hundred and ninety three words)

"I wish you would've told me," "Told you what? That I get nightmares which eat me alive? That I've always been this fucked up?" "..that's not what I meant, Si." Hearing the familiar nickname slip off her tongue despite how he yelled at her snapped him out of the shaken state he was in. He turned to look at the doorknob, contemplating on whether to twist it open or not. It had been more than half an hour that he locked himself in the bathroom, splashing water on his face and making excuses to not come out. He didn't want to see her, not when she had witnessed him scream as he woke up from his nightly terrors and swat her hand away with such force. All she wanted was to comfort him, her gentle rubs on his face was all he needed at that moment. Then why did he refuse to open the door and face her?

"I want to help, Si. I want to be there for you like you have been for me all this time." He looked at himself in the mirror, the face he dreaded to see every day. He wore the mask for a reason and as much as Johnny pestered him for the real reasons, it had always been more than just hiding his face for safety. His dusty blonde strands and brown irises remind him of a bastard he shouldn't be thinking of. The bastard he took care of when he just had enough, the bastard who tyrannized not only him, but his dear mother and brother. His lover on the other side of the door seemed to be in love with all of him, the scars, wounds, bruises, even the face he thought he would despise all his life.

"You're more than your father's son. You're Simon, my Simon.." Simon thought of his mother often, Tommy and Beth too. Simon also thought of having a little critter like Joseph crawling around the house, someone whom he can call his. Someone he can raise with the love of his life. Someone to let him prove that he indeed did not turn out to be the person he had sworn to loathe for an eternity. Simon wished to have a family he would love and cherish. But he did not trust himself.

"Do not listen to the voices in your head, Simon. They're lying to you. You're worth it, you're worth the troubles. I'm here to help and I'm here to stay. Please..please let me in. Please let me help you, Si." Hearing her voice break was the last straw and he couldn't torture himself with solitude anymore. He opened the door very slowly, surprisingly avoiding the creaking of the hinges which much needed some greasing. He looked down to find her little face peering into him, her curious eyes always searching for something. Under her scrutinizing gaze, Simon felt the tiniest droplet of water roll down from his forehead to his lashes, down to his chin. Her hand took his, squeezing his fingers softly before she stood on her tiptoes and wrapped her arms around his shoulders. He let go of every insecurity and every doubt he had about himself, snaking his arms around her waist.

Dipping his head down and into her neck, he took the longest breath in and inhaled her all so familiar scent. Simon thought she never needed perfume, her body odor was so enticing and comforting to him that he'd rather not fill his nostrils with anything artificial. His arms tightened and he let out the softest sniffle, burying his face even further into her neck. He felt two small hands rubbing his back, running over the muscles he spent hours in the gym to build.

Before meeting her, Simon thought that crying in front of his partner was the stupidest thing possible. How would it look if a 6'4 military man was breaking down in tears in the arms of his little love? He was supposed to be a man, he was supposed to be the one providing her comfort and not the other way. But at that moment of vulnerability, his ego had been overtaken by the need to feel her close. She was the only one who would see through Ghost and not once judge him. "This..I'm so sorry, lovie..I-I can't make it stop." "I know, darling. I know. But I'm here, I'm not going anywhere. I'm right here, Si." Simon never once understood how she broke through the tough walls he had built, how she took his ice cold heart and warmed it up at the cost of her patience. She had always been so gentle with him, even when he felt frustrated and yelled profanities at her, not realizing that she was not one of the people who would disregard how he felt. She taught him how to apologize with words, she always reassured him that he could be gentle despite not once finding peace in his tragic life. And yes, he was gentle with her. He did apologize with words every single time he ended up saying something he didn't mean.

He had a ritual to calm her down when she was upset, the reason being him or not. He would sit her down on his lap, wipe her tears and place tender kisses on her forehead. He did everything in his power to not see his angel cry, specially not because of him. So why was it weird to him when she did the same? Why did it not feel right when it was her turn to show how much he deserved to be held and comforted too? "I'll tell you this again and again and again. You're worth it, Si. You're worth the stupid arguments we get into sometimes, you're worth the silent treatment, you're worth all the wrong things you've once said to me. You wanna know why?" He only nodded his head, not bringing his face out of her neck. "Because I see the change in you. I see you trying, I see you improving. You've gotten so much better at expressing yourself, you apologize with words, you think twice before saying anything to me. I know there had been moments you've slipped up, but that does not mean that you don't deserve love." And suddenly, everything she said made sense to Simon. He had improved, he tried his best to be better, to be gentler, to be kinder. To her and to himself. So what if he had said something he shouldn't have? He knew how to recognize his mistakes and appropriately apologize for it, he knew how to make up for his behavior. He knew how to say sorry without bullshitting, he knew how to admit that he had done something wrong and he knew how to fix it. And she had been by his side all the time, refusing to be anything but kind, loving and understanding. How could he not love her? "I swear, lovie..I ain't leaving you till the day I die. I promise" "I love you too, Si. Wanna get back to bed?" "Yeah."

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[kissesfrombangtanatnight]

Family Feud (with your Host Joseph Anoa'i)

❤️❤️Author's Note: This took forever. But it's finally here! Thank y'all for being so patient with me. Lately, I've been having writer's block but thankfully my sister helped me through with this one. She a real one.

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Warnings: sexual content, vulgar language, DNI if you are not 18+

What happens when you constantly ignore your husband for your favorite gameshow and he gets tired of it? Stay tuned to find out.

You sit in the living room, popcorn in hand, as you gaze excitedly at the tv, preparing to binge-watch Family Feud. It was your favorite pastime, especially over the weekend when you've worked your ass off the entire week. Being an accountant was a dream come true, but Lord knows, it was tiring.

"Good afternoon, ladies and gentlemen, I'm your host Steve Harvey." The tv blares as you concentrate on the two families on the tv. If you could, you'd honestly gather your sisters and parents and get on an episode of Family Feud. You just loved it that much. You were so engulfed in the gameshow that you didn't even hear your husband enter the door. You nearly jumped out of your skin when he touched your shoulder, greeting you with his deep voice.

"Baby....did you even hear me?" He says, putting his gym bag on the floor next to the couch sitting next to you.

"No, I'm sorry. What were you saying?" You ask, looking at him confused. He playfully rolls his eyes. 

"I asked how your day had been and if you were hungry. I was gonna make us dinner." He says as you barely hear a word he's saying, too focused on the gameshow as the Fast Round was going on.

"What an idiot. Who in the hell says an answer like that?" You groan, rolling your eyes at the tv. He continues to talk to you, but you don't pay attention as you're too consumed with answering the survey questions, rolling your eyes when one of the contestants gives a stupid answer.

"Well then...I guess I'll eat by myself." Your husband says, annoyed, shaking his head as he gets up and goes upstairs to freshen up. You barely even notice his presence leave as you're too consumed with the show as the family that got the most points won.

"YES! HAHAHA! YEAAAAA BOY!" There you sat on the couch for another five hours glued to the tv.

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"Girl, yes, he told me to pick up some takeout. I'm home now. I'm tired as hell. My feet are burning. I need a nice, hot shower." You say as you park your car in the driveway beside your husband's.

"Well, I'll let you go. See you Monday, sis, goodnight." Your co-worker and best friend, Diana, says as you hang up.

You reach over in the passenger seat and pick up the takeout Joe had you get on your way home from work.

You whistle to yourself as you approach the front door, preparing to put the key in the hole, but it opens up, revealing your loving husband, wearing a suit. You damn near choke on your spit as he greets you.

"Hey baby girl, how was your day?" He asks, moving aside so you can walk into the foyer.

He removes the takeout from your hands and places it on the nearby entryway table. He moves behind you to remove your jacket, taking it and placing it on the coat rack.

"What's with the fancy suit? Am I missing something?" You question as he chuckles lowly to himself, shaking his head.

"Not in particular. However, I thought we'd do something different tonight." He says, wrapping his arms around your waist, pulling you close to him. He smelled so damn good. He grabs your hand as he leads you into the living room.

"What is all of this?" You giggle, seeing a wooden podium in the living room where the coffee table once was. Additionally, a small dry-erase board was sitting next to the podium.

"A little game I like to call Family Feud." He grins as you look at him, confused as he makes his way over to the podium.

You giggle as you sit down on the couch, legs crossed. This is interesting.

"So what's this about?" You tease.

"Well, since my lovely wife likes to give all of her time to her tv and ignore her loving husband, despite him wanting to spend quality time with her.....I figured, why not develop my own version of the game show. I think you'll like this even more. In fact, I think both of us will like this very much." He says, licking his beautiful pink lips.

"Babe...you know I don't mean to ignore you, it's just-" He cuts you off, not wanting to hear your excuses.

"Ah ah ah. No need to explain yourself. Now, before we begin this game, there are a couple of house rules to follow, okay?" He says, picking up a game card before peering over at you.

"Okay." You say in a small voice, looking down at your fingers that you were fiddling with. You don't know why you were starting to get nervous. Maybe it's because your husband is so unpredictable, especially when he's like....this.

"First things first, no answering questions until I finish reading the complete question. Number two, you do exactly as I say. Trust me, it will be better for you not to go against my commands. Three, if you get a question right, I remove an article of clothing. However, if you get a question wrong, you remove an article of clothing. Last and finally, until the game is done, you do not leave this room, understand?" He instructs, staring at you with almost absolute hunger and desire.

"I...well, I-" He cuts you off again, raising his hand.

"If you don't understand, you soon will." He smiles that gorgeous smile of his before clearing his throat.

"Alright, we're going to do this decently and in order. Ready?" He asks as you nod.

"Words, baby, words," He says, awaiting your response.

"Ready." You say, your heart already starting to pound. He clears his throat again before rolling his shoulders back, getting into his acting role. You loved seeing him switch his persona every now and then. The man deserved to be in a damn movie with how well he could switch things up.

"Welcome to Family Feud, Miss Anoa'i. I'm your host, Joe Anoa'i. Welcome to the show. Now we're gonna get right into it. The top four answers are on this answer card in my hand. Here we go. Name something that might get ruined if it gets wet?" He asks, holding the card in his hands, licking his lips as his eyes bore into yours. A slight tingle went down your spine as you pondered the answers to the obviously suggestive question.

"Umm....paper?" You say, unsure what kind of naughty answers were written down on the answer card. However, you didn't want to get distracted by your mind being in the gutter; you really wanted to win.

"Great answer Miss Anoa'i. That's five points on the board and removal of my tie." He says, putting your points onto the blank dry-erase board before removing his tie and tossing it beside his feet.

"Alright. There are three answers left. Again, name something that might get ruined if it gets wet?" He says, cocking his head to the side.

You ponder your options before answering him again, "Clothes!" He lowly giggles to himself, nodding his head.

"You know, I didn't expect you to get these answers right so quickly. Clothes are correct. That's 14 points and the removal of my jacket." He responds, writing your additional points on the board and slowly removing his jacket, looking you in the eyes as he does so. Gosh, it was getting hot in here, and the game had only just begun. You know this wasn't a traditional Family Feud, but damn, you were starting to love this already.

"Great progress so far, honey. There are two answers left. Give it to me." He says, rolling his shoulders back, looking at you intensely.

"Ummm....hmmm...I don't know. Uh....oh! A book!" You say excitedly, clapping your hands together. He shakes his head, impressed by your knowledge, before he goes to the board and gives you 10 points.

"You're doing so well. Okay, last answer. And this one is tricky, so you better get it right. Otherwise, that top is coming off, baby." He smirks, kicking off his shoes and letting them flop beside his tie and jacket. You shift slightly in your seat, the thought of getting the answer wrong making you a little excited at the thought of taking off an article of clothing. Hell, you wouldn't be surprised if, by the end of this, you and your husband were bare-naked and fucking like animals on the couch.

"U-um what about....a phone?" You stammer, your cheeks starting to feel flushed upon his gaze.

"Tsk, tsk, tsk. Wrong answer, baby. I will allow you a little mercy and give you two more attempts before you grace my eyes with those voluptuous breasts. Final answer, give it to me." He says lowly, his eyes shamelessly traveling down to your breasts covered by the floral blouse you wore to work today.

"Umm...food?" You ask rather than answer, unsure what the last possible answer could be.

Your husband grins at your oblivion, shaking his head as you are now on your last and final attempt at a correct answer. He was starting to grow a tent in his pants, and he'd only hoped you'd be doing something about that pretty soon. He wanted nothing more than to have that ass bouncing on his lap like a pogo stick, and he was pretty sure it'd be happening very soon.

However, he did want to at least attempt to finish this game before he completely wrecked you on damn near every surface in this house. You two hadn't fucked on the couch in over a month, a new record for you both being that you'd do it anytime and anywhere without shame.

Unfortunately, with both of your busy schedules, time wouldn't allow it. That, and the fact that you'd indulge yourself in television on your days off, leaving him no option but to become best friends with his right hand. His cousins often joke and credit his highly improved Superman punch to the hand sessions he's been forced to partake in. And it was all your fault.

"One more strike, baby, and you're removing that top." He says, biting down on his lip.

"Furniture?" You answer as he smirks, rubbing his hands together.

"Sorry, but that is incorrect. The number one thing that might get ruined if it gets wet..........your pussy." He smirked as he watched you squirm in your seat. You damn near moaned out loud at his lewdness. Of course, that would be the top answer. How could you not know that? 

"You got it wrong. I'm a little surprised you didn't get the answer correct. I mean, how many times have I made you wet? And how many times have you been absolutely ruined because of it? Now remove that top baby, you know the rules......" He demands before licking his lips.

You immediately do as he commands, feeling your heart beat faster in your chest. You were sure your blood pressure would be through the roof by the time your husband was done with you. He lets out a low groan as he watches you now sitting in your purple lavender lace bra with floral embroidery from the Savage x Fenty collection. Yes, your man was that observant.

"Good. Now. Round two is gonna be a little more intense. Ready?" He questions, peering over at you in just your pencil skirt and heels.

"Y-yes....." You stammer a response, biting down on your bottom lip. You weren't sure how much longer you could last with the way your husband was looking at you. The way he was licking his lips at you, increasing your arousal as you think back to the many times you've road that fucking long, thick ass tongue of his. Just the thought of him eating you out like his last meal has your kitty throbbing x3. But you'd have to push that to the side, at least momentarily enough to win this game, as you were a competitive person. 

"Next question........name something people suck on." He smirks, awaiting your answer. You already knew where this was going. The intentions of the game becoming very clear to you as you could see the tent in his pants. And you'd be damned if you didn't do something about it soon. However, you did want to tease him a bit, just to see how far he'd go. To see if he could last if you were completely naked in front of him. You bit your lip as you begin to ponder possible answers to the question.

"Time is ticking, my love." He grins, pointing at the watch on his arm.

"Um......lollipops!" You giggle, repositioning yourself so that you're sitting on your knees. You squeeze your thighs together in an attempt to ease the intensity between your legs. You'd be embarrassed if he caught sight of the wetness pooling from between your legs. It's something about your man having the power to make your body react to him with just his words. It's honestly a shame the hold he has on you. 

"Good job, Miss Anoa'i. That's 12 points on the board. Again, name something that people suck." He smiles, putting your points on the board that have accumulated pretty nicely. He keeps his eyes on you as he removes his belt slowly, teasing you. You instinctively lick your lips as your eyes travel shamelessly down to the prominent dick print in his pants. At this point, the only thing holding you back was a button. "I'm waiting." 

"Hmmmm......popsicles!" You say with a raised brow. He rubs his hand down his beard with a knowing smirk. 

"My little genius, that's correct. 10 points." He says as he writes your points on the board. He steps over the coffee table, now standing above you, tall and confident. He begins to unbutton his white button up, but then stops. He looks down at you as you look up at him with innocent eyes. 

"Take it off of me." He says more of a demand than a question. Without breaking eye contact, you run your hands along his lower abdomen, feeling every defined muscle before finally making it to the top button.

Biting your lip, you begin to slowly and agonizingly unbutton each button, leaving an open mouth kiss where his chest begin to become exposed. You feel his breath hitch slightly as you did so. Your lips feeling like heaven on his skin. He can only imagine what they'd feel like below his abdomen. You make it to the last button and smirk up at him as you "accidentally" graze his erect dick causing him to twitch under you upon contact. "You're making this hard you know? This isn't how the game is supposed to go. You're not being a cooperative contestant." He smirks.

"Well you aren't exactly making it easy to play fair Mr. Show Host." You counter. You push his hips back as his shirt slides off his broad shoulders and to the floor. You take the time to admire his beautiful body. Although you've seen him in every way possible many many times, it still amazes you of how beautiful he is. From his beautiful tanned skin, to his defined muscles to his tribal tattoos that glistened. "Now back up, I wanna finish playing this game sir." He moves away with a grin as he goes back to his podium. 

"I must say, you're quite the contestant, you're flying right through these questions baby. Two answers remain on the answer card. Name something that people suck." With what you were imagining in your mind, you were sure the answer you had in your head was on the card, but feeling a bit rebellious, you were going to tease him a little more. 

"Hmmmm....I don't know, cucumbers?" You grin. He grins, shaking his finger at you.

"Wrong......one last attempt and that skirt is coming off....Name something people suck." He says already in front of you once again. 

"Can I pass?" You tease running a finger down the front of his pants before gripping his hard-on through his dress pants, earning a groan from him. You were getting extremely excited. Just the feel of him had you ready to say fuck this game and have him bend you over and murder your pussy. 

"No baby girl, you know the rules, answer the question."

"I don't know." You say playing dumb. The sexual tension between you both growing as your bodies heat up. 

"Stand up and turn around." He demands. You do as he says standing up and turning around. You feel him push up against your ass and you instinctively moan. He felt so good, hard and ready for you. His breath tickles your neck, he was standing so close. His hands travel down to your thighs before pushing you back on him with force. 

"Ah-" You whimper out as he yanks your skirt down aggressively. You bite the corner of your lip to keep from moaning. You loved when he got rough with you. There were plenty of times he had you tapping out, in tears as he fucked you good, but would he stop? No, cause you were a big girl and could take it. 

Your skirt is already kicked across the floor as you now stood in nothing but your bra, panties, and heels. He can't help but grip your thighs, thick fingers gliding a little too close to your dripping center. 

"J-Joe, please baby, do something." Voice coming out hoarse as he glides his fingers over your inner thighs. You feel him smirk against your neck as he leaves wet kisses along your sensitive neck. 

His lips hungrily roam your neck as he finds your sensitive spot, sucking on it mercilessly. He suddenly stops, your eyes fly open as you turn to look at him. 

"Not yet Mrs. Anoa'i. You got the answer wrong."

"Seriously Joe? I don't give a shit about getting it wrong, I-"

"Ah ah ah....patience. The number one answer was...this dick baby."

NO SHIT!!! Sometimes he could be so annoying. You playfully roll your eyes as you grab him by the hips and pull him to you. You kneel down in front of him as he raises a brow. You don't wait for his approval before sliding down his pants, letting them fall to his ankles. His erection pressing against his briefs, begging to be released. You run your hand along the base, lightly squeezing his tip, feeling him pulsating. 

"Fuck, stop playing baby and take it out." He groans. 

"What you want me to do daddy?" You ask finally sliding his briefs down enough for his hard dick to spring free. You grab him in your hand, almost not being able to grip him with your one hand. You give his dick a few teasing strokes, feeling every vein as you look up at him through your lashes. 

"Ughhh, this ain't your first time with the dick baby, you know what to do. Suck that shit." You smirk as you use the seeping precum as lube. 

Spitting on his big tip, you finally take him in your mouth. He lets out a sigh of relief as you finally give him what he's been waiting for. Throwing his head back, he takes in the feel of your mouth working wonders on him. 

"Fuck, bae you a pro at this shit." He praises as he welcomes your warm, wet mouth, practically a damn sauna on the dick.

While sucking on his tip like a lollipop, you stroke what couldn't fit in your mouth. "Oooo." The wet gargling sounds of your mouth slurping on him fills the otherwise quiet room turning him on. He grabs the back of your neck and begins thrusting into your mouth, hitting the back of your throat. His balls slap against your chin, but you only hum in satisfaction, knowing that in the end, you'd be heavily rewarded with that devilish tongue of his. 

"Mmh- fuck y-yeah." You were getting wetter at the sound of his deep moans and groans filling the room. 

If it's one thing you loved hearing, it was your his moans. You go to stroke him harder, but he pulls away, leaving a string of saliva bobbing on his tip.

"Shit, tryna make me nut already?" He half laughs as you lick your lips and shrug. 

"Well that is the goal daddy, I want you cummin' in my mouth." He shakes his head feeling his dick jerk at your lewdness. He'd have to get through these next few questions quickly because he couldn't wait to be inside you. He reluctantly pulls his briefs back up and steps back. He walks back over to the podium, dick hard as a rock, but he must continue with his game. 

"Lets get this shit over with."

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 As the game progresses, you're left in nothing but your panties and he in his boxers. At this point you're purposely getting the answers wrong and you think he's now caught on. 

"Alright baby, time for the fast round. You've got 20 seconds to give me all four answers. Name something you can ride." At this point, it was fuck trying to be clean, you knew, especially from experience, what these answers are. 

"I'll be gracious and give you a hint, you're always sitting on them and gripping them every chance you get." That could be any part of his body honestly. You've rode his dick obviously, fingers, face, hell, thighs too. 

Getting lost in your dirty mind, you're unable to answer his obvious question. You're afraid if you try and answer, it'll come out as a moan. You watch as he rubs his hands together and it reminds you of your hand kink. 

"Maybe I need to give you some inspiration, huh?" He walks over to you and opens your legs. Your pussy dripping wet. 

"Look at you baby, pussy dripping wet. You glistening for me already and I haven't even done shit yet." Eyes not leaving yours, he pushes two fingers into your wet hole causing your back to arch automatically. 

You whimper at his words, his long fingers working in and out of you with expertise. Your hips involuntarily buck into his hand, wanting more. 

"You're wet baby, but I think you can get wetter for me. What if I eat that pussy? Will that get you wetter for me huh? I got a big appetite right about now." He says licking his lips. 

"Yes baby yessss." He could do whatever the fuck he wanted at this point. Hell, if he wanted to fuck you into a coma he could. You didn't care, you wanted him, needed him. 

He dives into your center like he's deep sea diving in the ocean. His wet muscle having you clenching around it already. You find your fingers tangling in his wet hair as he ate you the fuck out. He was smacking on the pussy with how your juices were leaking out already. 

"Shit, I should've did this on the floor baby, you're leaving a puddle." He smirks against your cunt as his tongue worked wonders.

He sucks on your clit like its a pacifier. A knot forms in the pit of your stomach and you knew you were close to cumming. His name rolling off your tongue sounded like music to his ears as you cried out for him. You try closing your legs, being overcome with pleasure. This was becoming too much to handle at one time. 

"Don't run now, this is what you wanted." He says holding your thighs down dragging his wet and warm mouth along your folds. 

"Oh my god Joe...ImcumminImcumminImcummin fuck fuck fuck-AH!" 

"That's it baby, cum on daddy's tongue." He orders working both his tongue and fingers harder. Your thighs shake as a high pitched scream leaves your mouth as you cum so forcefully, squirting on his face and fingers; even wetting the floor under you. Humming in satisfaction, he slurps up your arousal. 

"Pussy full of juice baby, look at the mess you made." He laughs as he pulls away showing you the mess you made on the floor and his chest. Your center was quivering. Joe always left you speechless. 

"I think you know the remaining answers baby, tell me, what do you want to ride right now?"

"You, Joe, I need that dick like right now." You usually aren't the one to beg, but dammit you were pleading with this man right now. You needed him to straight mistreat it up, beat it out the frame, fuck you silly. 

You needed it all right now. He smirks as he throws your weak limbs over his shoulder and carries you upstairs. He would've taken you on the couch, but he needs his space. He was about to fuck you into oblivion and you were more than ready. Simply put, he was about to put it on you. 

Making it to your bedroom, he closes the door with his foot before tossing you on the bed. You were completely naked in front of him now. He slid out of his briefs, leaving them on the floor. 

"Face down, ass up, you know the deal." You get on your hands and knees in front of him. He looks down at your cunt glistening for him, ready to be pounded. 

A hard smack lands to your voluptuous ass as you try and find his dick. Hell, if he was going to sit here and be a tease, you'd fuck yourself on his dick. He smirks as he watches with amusement. 

"You ready for daddy to be up in this pussy, girl?" He asks grabbing your hips and pulling you back, only allowing his tip to push past your folds. 

"Yes daddy, fuck me please." He pushes more into you, invading your wetness with ease.

"Fuck..." You gasp as he pushes into you inch by inch. 

"Oh fuckfuckfuckfuckfuck Joe! Oh my goooood." You cry out as he bottoms out in you. 

He pulls out, only leaving the tip, before pushing back inside you. He then finds his rhythm as he began fucking you as only he knew how. 

"Joe.....shit!" 

"Yeah baby, talk to me." 

"Y-You're so fuckin deep baby..." 

"Oh really?  Shit, that pussy talkin back huh?" You can hear him fucking you as he stroked you deep and hard. 

Your lewd sounds filling the room as ass was clapping and skin slapping. He was hitting nothing but gut. 

"Who gave you permission to have such good pussy huh? Shit just right for me." He praises you as he hits your spot with the tip of his dick. 

"Fuck me daddy! Fuck me...SHIT!" His hand slides up your spine before gripping your throat, applying pressure, but not enough to hurt you as he pounded you into the mattress. Your poor pussy felt numb. You start to see stars in your eyes as you tear up. He was fucking you too good. 

"Look at you cryin, fuckin cry baby. Do the dick have you cryin baby? Huh?"

"Y-eaah, yeah! Uuuuuugh! R-right there! Rightthererightthereee!" Your pussy was sopping his abdomen, but he didn't care. If anything, it meant he was hitting it right. 

"Yeah right there baby? The way you grippin me, I think someone's ready to cum. Ready to cum princess?"

"Uhhh, oooo fuck! Mmmm yes!" The way the dick was snatching your soul, you weren't sure what predicament you were going to be in after this. 

He pulls out momentarily to reposition you on your back. Lifting one of your legs over his shoulder, you wrap the other securely around his waist. He pushes back into you. You look in your husband almost feral-looking eyes. 

He's pounding so deep, he's leaving you breathless. He looks so damn sexy above you, hair wet and clinging to his face in waves. He brought his hand up to your throat forcing your mouth open, sticking your tongue out. 

"Open wide." This nasty mothafucka gathered some spit inside his mouth before allowing the saliva to fall into your awaiting mouth. 

"Nasty ass." He half laughs capturing your lips and sucking on your tongue sloppily. Then he remembered why this night started out the way it did. 

"When I say I want to spend quality time with you, what are you gonna do huh?"

"Mmmm, spend time with you daddy." You moan digging your nails into the sheets. 

"So when I come home, that tv better be off, right?"

"Yes daddy, yes!" A low groan leaves his mouth as he closes his eyes gripping your thigh on his waist and the other above your head as he fucks you faster. 

You feel him twitching inside of you and you know he's nearing his orgasm and the way you were headed, you were right there behind him. 

"Fuck, I'm bout to-"

"Yeah baby, gimme that nut! Cum inside me daddy it's yours! It's fuckin' yours." Dropping his head to your neck, he bites down on your shoulder as the familiar feeling of his warm seed overpowers your needy cunt as you cum with him. 

"Oh my goooooood Joe!"

"Uhhhh, uhhhh, FUCK!" His thrusts turn sloppy as he grips onto you for dear life as he explodes inside of you. Coating your velvety walls, so much so that it spills out onto the sheets. 

He falls to your side out of breath. You're completely fucked out. You catch your breath after what felt like forever before you cuddle against his side as he holds you. Eyes closed, he pulls you as close to him as possible. 

"I think I prefer this Family Feud over the other." You joke. His chest rumbles as he laughs. 

"Yeah...me too...me too."

"But for real though.......................I think a new episode airs tonight."

"Y/n............."

WHAT?!?!?!?

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[localemofreak]

Because We’re Only Kissing When We’re Drunk.

(Joseph Quinn x Fem!Reader)

Based on this song:

Low-key In Love - The Struts

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Story: You and Joe had always been this ‘friends with benefits’ thing- and you never expected anything more from it, he was there for you and you were there for him- that was that. But one night, Joseph said something in the moment that freaked you out and caused you to run off- and he instantly regretted it.. or did he??..

‼️Warnings‼️: mentions of smut, use of y/n, drinking, slight angst, slight comfort at the end, etc. (if I missed anything please tell me!)

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You and Joseph had been friends for quite a while, well I guess you can consider each other 'friends'

If hanging at each other's houses late at night every week, getting completely shitfaced, then hooking up is considered being 'friends' then yeah- you guys are friends..

Really good friends.

To be honest- you guys are totally a 'friends with benefits' thing, but you just both hate that word so much- it makes things seem weirder than they already are.

It started off with one night, your now ex just dumped you- you wanted to distract yourself.

Who better to go to then the first man you called to hang out, Mr Joseph Quinn himself.

It started off as a regular hangout, you crying on his shoulder as he consoled you, you both had a few drinks- then things escalated there.

All that you could remember was waking up, naked in his bed- the shower was running because Joe was in there and you used that moment to escape as quickly as you could.

After that night, things changed.

Soon it became once every few months, to once a month, to a couple times a month-

Now you or him were at each other's houses, hooking up on the couch once a week if not a couple times more.

But neither of you were complaining- and neither of you had feelings for each other.

It was more of a way to escape everything, to just let all the stress of the week fall out.

Through drinks and steamy, naked make-out sessions.

But this time- things were different.

It was a late, Friday night- Joe had texted you telling you how much of a stressful week he's had with work and everything.

Being the good 'friend' you were- you obviously headed over to his place to help him get rid of the stress.

Then it happened.

You were both in his bedroom, he was leaning back against his headboard, you were on his lap- you two were basically just eating each other's faces up.

Nobody and nothing could stop you both at this moment.

the sounds of lips smacking with small hums and groans, the feeling of hot breath on both your lips mixed with the hands roaming- both of you were just locked in the whole steamy moment.

Then it just fell from his lips.

"Fuck darling- I love you so much."

He moaned it out against your lips as his hands were gripping onto your waist and your ass.

Your eyes just quickly shot open at the moment, causing you to freeze-

He didn't just say that did he?- but he did.

It took a moment to noticed you stopped kissing as his eyes slowly fluttered open, his soft brown doe eyes revealing themselves.

You watched as his eyes widened, realizing what he said.

You both never thought you had feelings for each other, at least you didn't think he had feelings for you- you always would agree that this was strictly friendship only.

But apparently Joseph didn't think that way- and you weren't gonna lie, neither did you- but you never said anything.

"Oh shit, I'm so sorry-" he said, only to get caught off by you.

"I should uh, I should probably get going-" you said, just pretty much in shock at what he said as you quickly climbed off his lap and got off the bed.

"Wait- y/n, darling-" he said, his smooth British accent running through your ears as he quickly stood up from the bed as well.

You just quickly shook your head, keeping your gaze down as you quickly grabbed your shoes and sped out the bedroom.

"I'll- I'll call you Joe.. okay?" You said, quickly grabbing your bag while he followed you, and you refused to meet his gaze.

"Wait let me explain please-" he said, but before anything else could happen- you had left, slamming the door behind you to get to your flat as quickly as possible…

As soon as you got to your flat, you started freaking out.

He loved you?!?! No- that's not possible, you guys are just friends- hell, you guys are just fuck buddies!

You weren't freaking out in a negative way- more like in a "holy shit" way.

You never really thought about having feelings for Joe-

of course there would be moments where you would look into his eyes, noticing how pretty they truly were.

Or how hot his messy curls looked in the morning after a wild night-

Or how that little slutty chain would dangle from his neck as he hovered over you.

Oh fuck it- he was hot as shit, and you liked him.

But it was just such a shock for him to actually like you back… but what if he didn't?-

Maybe it was just an 'in the moment' thing, maybe he was thinking of another girl-

Soon all these thoughts were cut off by a loud knock on your front door.

You jumped at the sound, instantly knowing who it was- and you didn't want to answer it.

"Y/n, love- are you home?.." Joseph's beautiful voice rang out through your wooden door.

You just stood in your living room, staring at the door as he continued to knock on it- obviously eager to talk to you.

Soon enough of just standing there, silently panicking to yourself, you just sucked up the courage to go answer the door.

A shaky breath escaped your lips as you headed over to the door, your hand resting on the doorknob before you turned it open.

Your eyes were instantly met with his worried brown doe eyes-

He looked anxious, nervous, like he felt like he fucked up big time- which he did feel.

Your eyes moved down to look at his outfit- he was wearing some pretty good looking flared jeans, a nice button down shirt and his brown leather jacket over it, his hands resting in his pocket as he stood there nervously.

"Can I?.." he said, looking down at you, instantly making eye contact with you.

It was an obvious habit of his with people, making eye contact whenever he talked- just so people knew he was listening to them.

You just quickly broke it, bringing your gaze down to the ground as you gave a small nod, avoiding his gaze once again while he walked into the small flat you owned.

As soon as you noticed his shoes walk onto your wood floors, you slowly closed the front door behind him, continuing to keep your eyes down.

"I- uh, I think we need to talk.." he muttered, his voice soft and smooth as you noticed his feet turn towards you- meaning he was facing you.

"There's nothing to talk about Joe.." you mumbled, your voice quiet as you were too nervous to say anything- afraid that this might be it, the end to everything..

Soon you felt two bulky, firm fingers grip onto your chin, lifting your face up to meet his eyes- which you did.

He had a soft look in his eyes, causing them to sparkle as they looked down into yours- god he was perfect.

You two just stood for a while, admiring each other while feeling your lips slowly move more and more closer together.

"You’re right.. maybe there isn't any words to say.." you heard him whisper, his voice was so soft as it ran through your ears.

You could feel his breath on your lips as his face basically hovered over yours, causing a small chill to run down your spine.

Finally- his lips were pressed against yours, and you leaned into the soft but passionate kiss.

Both your eyes fluttered shut as you stood there, his hand holding your face firmly.

After standing there, slowly but passionately kissing him, you slowly pulled away- your eyes opening to meet his which were so close to yours.

"I love you too Joe.."

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[threadsun]

Anonymous Asks: "If ya get the time for it, I really wanna see some pet play stuff with the SDJ boys. More specifically, with us being the pet and the guys being the masters.

(Also, due to Nick's profession, I feel like he'd be WAY better at this than anyone lol)"

Content: petplay, tail plugs, gags,

Jack:

He doesn't have an animal preference, but he will default to you being a dog if it's left up to him

He wants you done up all cute, with ears and a tail plug and everything! He wants the fur to match your hair colour as well, so you look like a proper little puppy for him

He'll have you sit by his feet with your head in his lap, petting you slowly while he tells you all the dirty things he wants to do to you

He'll ramp it up slowly, first a collar and a bone gag, then telling you to fetch things or lay down or roll over, and finally fucking you doggy style as he pulls your tail to hear you howl for him

You'd better not be planning to say a word to him all night. Good puppies don't talk, after all! He'll only respond to barking~

Ian:

Doesn't matter what animal you are, he's treating you like you're the softest and most delicate thing in the world

He won't even think to collar you unless you ask. But he'll spend plenty on high quality ears and a tail for you! Even some cute little paw gloves and socks if you want

If you do want a collar, it'll end up being soft and comfortable and have a little tag with his name on it

Honestly, as much as he'll get horny and fuck you when you're in pet mode, he'll always want to start with cuddles and snuggles. He just wants a loving pet!

He usually goes into it intending for it to be nonsexual petplay, but his dick gets the better of him every time

Shaun:

Please be a cat please be a cat please be a cat! He'll accept any animal, but god does he want you to be a cat

If you're going into pet play with him, you'd best be ready for him to go all the way. A leather animal mask, leather mitts, tying your ankles to your thighs. You'll be on all fours the whole night

Look, he'll go soft petplay if you ask him to, but for him the appeal is making you as animalistic as possible

He'll have you eat from his hand. He'll talk to you like you're really just a pet. He'll show you how to go down on him or get ready for him to fuck you like it's your first time

He gets fully into the role of being your owner. You're his pet, and he'll love you and use you as he sees fit

Nick:

He's pretty experienced with petplay, and he doesn't really have an animal preference, though he likes rarer ones

He's all about the experience. Both making it a good one for both of you, and making it an interesting one for himself. He likes trying new things, so ask him for whatever you want

Everything takes a lot of negotiation with him. It's one of his favourite parts of sex! So be prepared to tell him what you want

You want a collar? He's got it! Ears and a tail? Check! Leash? Absolutely! Seriously, anything you could possibly want to use, he's got about ten of for you to choose from

Once you're actually in the scene, he's fully into the role of your owner and you as his pet

Joseph:

Joseph has a soft spot for puppies. He'll do petplay with you as any animal, of course, but puppies are his choice

He likes the way you look so happy just to be with him! The way you come to him when he pats his knees and the way you wiggle on your back when he rubs your belly

Seriously, the unconditional love and joy of a pet is something he desperately needs, so he cherishes it

He'll fuck you if that's what you want, but honestly he's just as happy to sit with you on the couch and cuddle while you're in petspace. It's soothing for him

If you do want him to fuck you, he'll be gentle and slow about it, making sure his sweet pet is happy~

Jean:

He may be soft with his actual pet, but he's not gonna be soft with you, no matter what animal you are

Seriously, he takes great delight in punishing you for everything. From trying to sit on the furniture to talking back to him to anything else he deems "unacceptable for a pet"

He'll impose harsh rules on you and any slight deviance from those rules will have him spanking your ass raw

He loves to fuck you right after a punishment when you're physically and emotionally bruised and off-balance. He'll tell you what a bad pet you are while pounding into you

He lives for the psychological and physical sadism of being your owner. You'd better be prepared...

Rory:

Any sort of pet is good for him! He's not very high energy, though, so don't expect him to do much active playing

More than anything, he wants a sweet pet who'll curl up with him and shyly grind against him because they're just so needy, and he can urge them under the covers

His favourite thing is watching his sweet little pet go down on him. Something about it drives him wild

Whenever he doesn't need his hands for anything else, he'll pet you. He loves petting you and praising you and letting you know you're the best thing he could ever have!

Seriously, he's horny and sweet with you the whole time! He loves you and wants you so much

Barry:

It doesn't matter if you're into petplay or not, Barry will eventually decide to turn you into his cow

You don't have a choice in the matter. He's getting you cow print lingerie, a cow bell, some ears and a tail. If it goes far enough, he'll even end up branding you

This is happening during work hours, as well. It's your new uniform, have fun! You're now required to moo in greeting too

Seriously, he gets such a kick out of your discomfort. He'll strap you up to a milking machine, put you on display, and charge people to fuck you if he can get away with it

He might branch out to other animals, but cow is generally his go-to because it's so humiliating for most people

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[joesheistyy]

PMS

Am I on my period rn? Yes. Do I just want Joe to hold me? Even more yes. Have I already written something about cramps? Yes. So I’m sorry it’s low key a repeat

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You and Joe were finally having a chill day. No plans but to relax and recover from your busy schedules.

The morning had gone like any typical morning, breakfast and coffee for you and working out for Joe. But, it was one of those days where nothing sounded appetizing. One of those days where something just felt off.

You had been sitting on the couch watching the news and crocheting when Joe came into the living room. He was still a bit sweaty from his workout.

“Watchu doin babe?” He questioned as he sat down next to you on the couch. A little too close for comfort considering how sweaty he was. You normally wouldn’t mind it, but something about having a sweaty and stinky boy in your personal bubble rubbed you the wrong way.

“Crocheting,” you replied simply with a sigh. Joe leaned into you more, his head resting on your shoulder. You tried to not let it irritate you.

You continued to focus on the stitches as Joe leaned more into you. His weight quickly became too much. You set your project down in your lap and tried to push him off of you a little bit.

“Am I bothering you?” He asked as he sat up, taking the hint that he needed to get off of you.

“No, your big ol head was just getting heavy,” you joked with him trying to lighten your mood. Luckily, he didn’t take offense to that. You two joked about his head all the time.

Joe got up to head to the kitchen to make some lunch for himself. You laid down on the couch, putting your crochet up and deciding to focus your attention on the TV.

Joe came back to the couch after making a sandwich and putting some chips on his plate. He sat down by your feet and began to eat. He knew you absolutely could not stand the sound of crunching and chewing, but he hoped your focus was more on the TV.

He began to eat, after the first handful of chips, you shot him your signature glare of if you don’t quit chewing so loudly I’m gonna blow.

He chucked like he usually does when you send him that glare, not knowing you were majorly PMSing. Joe continued to eat and crunch and you eventually snapped.

“I gotta leave the room,” you huffed in an aggressive manner, grabbing your crochet project and walking to the kitchen.

“Babe whyyyy,” Joe whined out as you walked out of the living room.

“Because I cannot tolerate the sound of you crunching so loud. You know this,” you said forcefully from the kitchen. Sitting at the island with a glass of water and your craft, you tried to calm your energy and focus on the task in your hands.

Joe finished his lunch and came into the kitchen. He saw you sitting at the island and figured he’d show you some love. He came over and wrapped his arms around you. Sometimes when he did this, it almost felt like he was choking you just because of the angle.

When his hands reached each other with them wrapped around your shoulders, you grabbed ahold of his forearms and shoved them off of you.

“Babe what the fuck is wrong with you?” Joe looked at you in a shocked manner.

“Joe I don’t know. I think I’m PMSing bad and I can’t handle many sounds or touching or anything right now,” you stood up to go to your shared bedroom. Joe followed you. While you did love snuggles when you felt like this, you only liked them when Joe didn’t stink and when he was shirtless and clean. His smell calmed you when many others had the ability to make you nauseous.

You crawled into bed, making sure to get under all the layers of blankets. Joe was about to get into bed with you when you held out your hand for him to stop.

“Joseph you have got to go shower if you want to get in this bed,” you said as you held your ground.

“Fine,” he huffed off to the shower.

As you snuggled into the bed even more, you heard Joe get in the shower. You were looking forward to him being clean. At this point in the day, you wanted to be held. Plus, you felt a little guilty for acting the way you did earlier.

Your eyes fluttered shut until you heard the bathroom door open and Joe’s footsteps echo throughout the room. He was wearing his Seinfeld sweatpants and didn’t have a shirt on. You were so lucky that he knew what you needed.

Joe climbed in bed and you scooted over for him to have room.

“C’mere babe,” he said as he got under the blankets with you, pulling you into his large frame.

He knew how badly you loved to lay on top of him when you felt like this. Some periods were worse than others, but the worst PMS symptoms called for snuggles.

You climbed on top of Joe, your head resting on his chest. His arms snaked their way around your waist and rested on your butt. You breathed in the smell of his body wash and enjoyed the feeling of his warm chest. Snuggles like this could solve any problem in the world.

Joe rubbed your back as you drifted off into a nap. After years of being together, he was slowly but surely learning how to take care of you to the best of his ability.

——

Sorry this is bad besties, I’m so exhausted and busy lately and I wish I had more time to write 😭 I love y’all, thank you for 450 followers!!!

#joe burrow #bengals quarterback #joe burrow imagine #joe burrow fic #joe sheisty #bengals #nfl imagine #nfl #joe burrow blurb #joe burrow x reader

[jenniquinn]

Joseph Quinn X Reader

Joe was away filming and your heart aches missing him. He would send you messages telling you he missed you and how much he loved you. It had already been a month since you've seen your boyfriend so you decided since you were off this week from work you'd fly to where he was filming.

You pack your bag then make sure you've gotten everything before locking the door and getting in your Uber. He tried calling you even FaceTime but you told him you were shutting your phone off. He was worried because you only did that when you were upset.

You make it to la where he's at and take another Uber to the hotel. You knew his room number from when you had to call the room one time. You knock on the door and he opens it, peaking out. Once he notices you he flings himself to you.

You embrace as he kisses all over your face. Giggling he looks at you "I missed you and I couldn't wait another month to see you" you tell him smiling. "Fuck sweets you don't know how crazy I've been going without you".

You start crying and he grabs your face while wiping your tears. "Oh baby please don't cry" he pulls you into the room and grabs your bag. You sit on his bed "I'm sorry" you start and wipe your nose. "I just missed your kiss so much it hurts". He tsks and sits next to you pulling you close.

"I'm here now" you lean your head listening to his heartbeat something that calmed you. He lifts your head "there's my pretty girl" he leans down and kisses you. "So how long are you here until" he asks and you look at him. "A week" he nods. "So tomorrow I'm calling in sick. There is no way we are leaving this room" he grins pulling into a deep kiss before laying you down.

He moans as your hands grab his hair. "Can't believe I haven't touched you in a month" he mumbles. You lean up to his ear " then touch me" he nods. He removes your jacket then reaches for your shirt while you kick off your shoes.

His hand roams your stomach before his lips touch your lips, his fingers lightly rub your nipples. You moan, his hand moves lower. His hand moves under your shorts and he gives a light rub while you lift your hips taking them off.

His hand finds your clit as his mouth is leaving kisses on your neck. A finger slides inside you and you moan. Then another is added and you are all but lifting off the bed. His thumb finds your clit. Your head falls back, eyes rolling at the pleasure. He moves lower before licking your clit. "Fuck Joe I missed you" you say and he moves still eating you out.

Once your legs begin to shake he pulls his mouth away and you whine. He stands and undresses. You stand pushing him on the bed. You fall to your knees and come face to face with his cock you missed so much. You grab it and give it a few tucks before slipping him in your mouth.

You moan as his hands push your head down. You gag as drool falls from the side of your mouth. Your makeup was already before but now you feel the tears hit, loving the moment. You feel him twitch before he pulls out.

He stands and moves you back to the bed. He lifts your legs, one on each shoulder as he enters you. Fuck you missed how he fills you up. He waits for you to adjust since it's been awhile then he begins fucking you. You let out a scream as your legs begin to shake again. "Fuck I've missed your dick" you yell and he moans. "Fuck I've missed this" he pants. "Fuck I'm so close" you scream. "The cum with me baby" he tells you and you both do.

Once your orgasm fades he pulls out of you and lays next to you. "I do not know how I'm ever gonna let you leave me" he says and your head hits his chest. "I don't know either" you look up at him. He kisses you. You deepen the kiss before straddling him. "Round two already" he asks smiling as you nod. You grab his dick and move it so he can enter you once again.

A week goes by and it's probably the hardest thing he had to do, watch you walk away. It nearly broke him. But he knew he would see you in a few weeks. But that didn't hurt any less.

#joseph quinn imagine #joseph quinn x you #joseph quinn smut #joseph quinn

[pedroschka]

Baby and Scones

dad!Joseph Quinn x mum!reader

this is kinda a part 2 to this post (because I just had to get rid of the baby fever after Comic-Con) so enjoy this mini fluffy blurb

"Up and down, and up and down" singing softly and slightly bending his knees, Joe looks animatedly at his little baby boy snuggled up to his chest in his carrier, tiny feet dangling out and just inviting Joe to keep squeezing them lightly, like his own little stress ball

but a small whimper made him stop rocking

"no? got your mum's music taste huh?"

turning the radio off leaving the kitchen in silence again save for his own mumbling listing of the ingredients he needed

"We are making scones for mummy today yes?"

His son, still too young to answer him, just moved his head to the other side, face away from Joe. He takes this as a yes

You on the other hand are still fast asleep, he tries to give you as much rest as possible after you did all the hard work and brought his beautiful bundle of joy into this world.

And he's gladly walking around with him on his chest nearly every day not ready to let him go except for when you're breastfeeding him. Even if his son is sleeping nearly all day long - if not busy pooping, crying, and eating, nonetheless when it's all at the same time and in the middle of the night, Joe still feels like the luckiest man on earth right now.

And because you whined about missing baking so much but you're too exhausted to stand for too long and you keep forgetting things that are not baby-related he takes matters into his own hands and plans to surprise you with something homemade, even if it's just the smell of something freshly baked it will hopefully bring you back to your happy place.

After putting all the ingredients into a bowl he grabs his baby's tiny hand to put the spoon into it

"Do you want to try to stir it?"

his tiny fist grips the end of the spoon and lifts it up before dropping it on the floor and splattering the batter

"Yes your right, we don't stir with a spoon we're smarter than that"

cringing a bit at the mess he picked up the spoon and placed it into the kitchen sink before using a whisk until the dough was firm enough to knead with his hands. after that, he grabs a round cookie cutter and holds it in front of his son's face

"Wanna help me with the cookie cutter? ...Oh you wanna eat it alright"

Taking the now slobbered-on cookie cutter out of his son's mouth and cleaning it half-heartedly on his shirt before pressing it onto the dough, it stays in the family anyway.

giggling to himself as he used his son's tiny foot to push the cookie cutter down, whispering an encouraging "good job " to him before kissing the little tuft of hair on his head, getting a gurgling sound in return.

After putting the scones in the oven he makes his way towards the bedroom, as if on cue of seeing his mother his little boy started whining and instantly waking you up, making Joe feel kinda bad, doesn't matter how many hours of extra sleep you got.

he takes him out of his carrier and lays him on your chest before giving you a kiss on your forehead

"It smells good here, what are you making?" you ask him, sleep still heavy on your lids as you fumbled with your sleep shirt, which your baby is already greedily grabbing, searching for his food

"We baked some scones for you, he even cut them out all by himself" laying himself beside you and watching in admiration as his son starting to latch onto you

"Oh did you? are you daddy's little baker now?"

"He sure is." He nudges his son's little foot and snorts as he finds some leftover flour on his sock and secretly wipes it off

Nobody's gonna know.

(reblogs and comments are very appreciated additional to your likes)

#joseph quinn #joseph quinn x reader #dad!joseph quinn #joe quinn #joseph quinn fanfiction #joe quinn fanfic #fanfiction #joe quinn fluff #fluff

[laundrybiscuits]

(wait for the season to come back to me tag | 1 | 2 | 3)

“Okay, so when you say you were a monster, what do you mean?” asks Robin.

“Ah-ah-ah, pay attention, Buckley. This is important.” Eddie kicks up his feet, arms stretched across the back of the couch. “I am a monster. Present tense.”

“What kind of monster?” Robin’s voice is very even, but Steve can see the way she’s gone still. 

“It’s funny,” says Eddie. “Harrington hasn’t asked a single question about that.”

Robin gives Steve a look. It’s not hard to guess what she’s thinking. She’s not wrong, but—it’s just seemed so much more important to show Eddie the photos, in case it might make Eddie smile. He'd just wanted to get Eddie to stick around a little longer. It had seemed important.

“So, here’s the rundown,” says Eddie. He’s still leaning back, eyes half-lidded, but his voice has sharpened to something firmer and more authoritative. “I’m basically a vampire. The labcoats gave me some kind of fancy official scientific name, but I drink blood and fly, so they can suck my undead balls. Animal blood’s okay to keep me going, but I need a hit of human every so often or things get funky. I’ve got a hookup at St. Joseph’s, which is why I’m in this damn city at all. Um, what else…oh, sunlight’s not great for me. I’m a bona fide card-carrying creature of the shadows now.”

“Shit,” says Steve. “Wait, where are you staying during the daytime? Is it safe?”

Eddie stares at him. “That’s your next question? What the fuck, Harrington.”

“Hey, hi, I have questions,” says Robin. “This St. Joe’s hookup, what exactly is he giving you? How did you find this guy? Have you ever killed anyone? How worried should we be?”

“Well, the answer to that last question is complicated.” Eddie winks at her, grinning. “But don’t worry, Buckley, I’m not gonna eat you.”

“Uh, good,” Robin snaps. “You’re not exactly my type, Eddie.”

“Oh!” Eddie clutches at his chest, draping himself over the side of the couch. “The heartbreak, the agony, how will I ever recover. ‘Tis a mortal wound, Lady Robin.” 

“So where are you staying during the daytime?” Steve asks again. 

Eddie sits up. There’s some fluff in his hair, because they don’t clean their couch basically ever. “There’s an empty building around Logan Square, think it used to be a hairdresser's or something. I just need somewhere with cover during the day, so I’ve been camping out in the back room. I’ve got—they’re giving me, like, an allowance as long as I come back in for testing every month, but it turns out it’s kinda complicated to rent a place when you legally don’t exist.”

“Stay here,” Steve says instantly. “You should stay here.” He glances at Robin to double-check it’s okay, but she’s already nodding.

“Yeah, Eddie, don’t squat in abandoned buildings. But first tell us some more about your secret blood dealer at St. Joe’s, because I think we need to have a house discussion before we start storing bodily fluids in the fridge.” 

———

Despite his best intentions, it’s been a long day, and Steve starts nodding off around midnight while Robin peppers Eddie with endless questions. 

He swims halfway back to consciousness at the low rumble of Eddie’s voice. It’s coming from above him, and he muzzily realizes that his head is on Eddie’s lap. Good. At least Eddie can’t leave without Steve noticing.

“So…don’t take this the wrong way.” 

“Eddie, nothing good has ever followed that phrase in the history of the world.”

“I just wanna know. It seems like Steve’s…like you’re doing a little better than Steve, with like, me coming back and all.”

Robin makes a considering noise. Steve can picture the exact face she’s making. He stays very still and keeps his breathing slow and deep. 

“It’s not that I didn’t…I think by the time everything went down, back then, I already hated Hawkins. I already knew I wanted to get out and see how much more I could learn about the world. Steve was still hanging onto this whole idea of being normal, you know? He still wanted to stay in Hawkins, raise a family, do all the shit his parents did.”

“Sure,” says Eddie. “Not exactly a surprise.”

“Right, but, the thing is…he would’ve been so, so miserable. I thought exactly the same thing as you when I met him: that he was just another dumbass who peaked in high school and didn’t have the freaking imagination to want anything more than pep rallies and a nice house. But Steve’s not like that at all.”

“I’m starting to see that,” says Eddie softly. His hand ghosts over Steve’s head.

“Yeah.” Robin sounds like she’s smiling. “He’s kind of a weirdo. Anyway, with everything that went down over that Spring Break, I think he finally realized that Hawkins was just a shitty small town in the middle of nowhere, and that if things had gone a little differently for him, he might’ve been Jason Carver himself.”

“Who? Oh right, the basketball guy.”

Robin laughs, still kind of quietly. “Hot tip: don’t say his name around Steve. I think he, like, embodies everything that Steve hates about Hawkins now. Steve totally blames him for your…you know. What happened to you.” 

“Shit.” There’s a rustle as Eddie leans back. “That week really made an impact, huh.”

“Honestly, if it weren’t for you—like, if Vecna had picked some other random victims, I think Steve would still be in Hawkins, married to some former prom queen and hating his life. I mean, obviously what happened fucked me up too, but it didn’t completely reroute my life the way it did with him. For me, you coming back is like, a big deal and amazing and great and also completely crazy. But it's like, an event, you know? It's something new that's happening. For Steve, it’s like one of the most defining moments of his life is suddenly getting a sequel.”

“Glad I could contribute to his character development,” says Eddie. 

“I mean, yeah? So did I? And he contributed to mine, too. That’s just…meeting people. That’s just letting people matter to you.”

“I’m not mad about it, Buckley, christ. It’s just weird to think about, that’s all.”

“Yeah, well, I’ve been platonic roommates with Steve Harrington for like eight years now, and you’re a vampire. I don’t think any of us really know how life’s going to go.”

Eddie hums in agreement, petting Steve’s head a little more. Steve lets himself sink back down into sleep, safe and warm and known.

#steddie #fic: wait for the season to come back to me #vampire eddie munson #might have to get this up on ao3 soon #I probably should not be writing as much as I've been lately tbh #my irl responsibilities are slightly in shambles #but I'm so weak for the concept of confronting images that other people have of you #what I'm trying to get at here isn't EXACTLY a parasocial relationship but it bears some notable similarities #and I just love leaning into the inherent messiness of that dynamic

[miracles-and-butterflies]

How's Camilo doing? I hope he's suffering a lot

Itching forever.

~~~~~~

Because of everything, nobody was really having dinner together.

It was more unintentionally staggered intervals of people making their own food or eating stuff Julieta had made earlier in the day.

Coincidentally, Dolores ended up joining Isabela.

“The poison ivy. Was that you?”

“Guilty!” Isabela sang. “Yeah, it was me. I love my gift.”

Dolores playfully rolled her eyes at her cousin. “It’s a good idea. It’ll keep him out of our way. I don’t want to see him for the time being.”

“Same.”

That’s when Luisa came running into the dining room.

“Hey, Dolores,” she called, panting. “Do you have a… shit, I don’t remember what it’s called, but a.. you know? Big brass thing?” She mimed.

Dolores blinked.

“…I have no idea what you are talking about.”

“Yeah, you do! The instrument?”

“You mean… a tuba?”

“Maybe? I don’t know! I need an instrument.”

Isabela burst into laughter, “What for? You can’t play music.”

“I’m reading to Mirabel and this bit needs music, so I need an instrument. And I also need you to teach me how to play a carol. Any one. Doesn’t matter. Actually, no. It does - needs to be in Charles Dickens times.”

“And you expect me to do this in two minutes so your sister isn’t kept waiting?” Dolores raised an eyebrow.

“I could read to her while you do it.” Isabela offered.

Now was Luisa’s turn to laugh.

“You? Reading? That’s good actually.”

“I can read!”

“It’s Charles Dickens, Isabela. You’ll find it wordy and boring.” Dolores commented.

“I’ve probably read it before,” Isabela shrugged. “At school or something. You forced me to read a lot when I was Mira’s age.”

“You’ve read A Christmas Carol?” Luisa asked in disbelief.

Isabela nodded. “Yeah, I actually know that one. Who hasn’t? You hear it every years. Fuck, Antonio knows this. Mary and Joseph had baby Jesus in a barn—”

“No. That’s the Nativity, which is a Bible story.” Dolores corrected flatly, while Luisa collapsed against her chair in laughter. “A Christmas Carol is about an old man who hates Christmas and three ghosts show him the magic of the holiday.”

“I’m gonna go ask if Papa will play the piano,” Luisa dismissed, hurrying off. Not without picking up a bowl of fruit first though.

“There was three wisemen! Not ghosts!”

“They are two different stories.”

“It’s all the same, isn’t it?”

“No, it really isn’t, Isa.”

“I swear you’re having me on.”

Camilo appeared on the doorway.

The conversation went dead.

“…Nobody came to get me for dinner,” Camilo explained, scratching the back of his hand.

“Why do you think that is?” Dolores retorted.

“I know… B-but you can’t starve me.” He said.

“I left some greenery in your room, you could eat that.” Isabela suggested, beaming innocently.

Camilo didn’t say anything. He turned imploringly to his sister.

“Please, Dolores?” He begged. Presenting his best puppy dog eyes. “I already said I was sorry and I didn’t mean for her to get hurt. You can’t make me eat… whatever poisonous plants Bela’s left in my room.”

Dolores didn’t hesitate once.

“No, go back to your room. You were told not to leave.”

He whined, but nevertheless, he did begrudgingly drag himself back upstairs. His stomach growling loudly enough that Isabela could hear it too.

#encanto #encanto karma au #ask me anything #my writing #isabela madrigal #luisa madrigal #dolores madrigal #camilo madrigal #mirabel madrigal #julieta madrigal #agustín madrigal

[yanderelovlies]

🔪THIS FIC IS 18+ AGELESS AND BLANK BLOGS WILL BE BLOCKED 🔪

Wolf hybrid Joseph, who is crazy about you, but doesn't want to say it because he know society looks down on human hybrid dating.

Wolf hybrid Joseph, who is just like a puppy when you're around. His tail is constantly wagging no matter how hard he tries to seem cool.

Wolf hybrid Joseph, who always knows when you're around, so he goes from "touch me and I'll bite you." To "holy shit it's y/n! I really wish they would pet me behind my ears!"

Wolf hybrid Joseph, who is gone for weeks at time in the spring fisting his cock to lewd thoughts of you as he whimpers your name.

Wolf hybrid Joseph, who after a while no longer uses just his fists, starts humping pillow and toys desperate to feel you around him that it begins to hurt.

Wolf hybrid Joseph, who doesn't want to go through another rut like last spring without you. So, a year before his rut, he confesses, hoping you would accept him.

Wolf hybrid Joseph, who just gets so happy that you accept his feeling he immediately begins peppering your face in kisses and promises.

Wolf hybrid Joseph, who after a few months of dating informs you said ruts so it doesn't come as surprise to you. He answers any questions and concerns you may have happily.

Wolf hybrid Joseph, who is so excited to share, is rut with you that it's all he can't talk about the months leading up to it. He can't help it! Your husband first real mate he wants it to feel special.

Wolf hybrid Joseph, who despite now facing the hardest rut he has ever had still tries to give you nice dinner first, but near the end he completely gives in bring you on top of him whimpering apologies as his hips thrust up.

Wolf hybrid Joseph, who is able to detach himself away from you long enough to get you out of your clothes and into his bed. Before putting your legs over his shoulder, he immediately starts eating out like a man starved.

Wolf hybrid Joseph, who has to be pulled away from your dripping over-stimulated cunt whimpering because even after 5 organisms he still wants more from you.

Wolf hybrid Joseph, who lacks his lips of justices before folding you to connect his lips to yours, making you taste yourself on him. All the while, his hips move back and forth, where his dick lays between your lower lips causing friction.

Wolf hybrid Joseph, who tries to take it slow and gentle, but you bed for his cock so sweetly he can help ram his cock to the hilt into you whimpering and praising you.

"God your so fucking tight doll!"

"You feel so good. Ffuuuuccckk!"

"Youbtake my cock so well doll. It's like you were made for me nngg!"

Wolf hybrid Joseph, who looks down and sees the belly bulge his cock his giving you, and press down on it make you both let out a loud moan.

Wolf hybrid Joseph, who keeps his hand there, feels himself destroyed your insides as he gets closer and closer to his knot.

Wolf hybrid Joseph, who positions the two of you in something more comfortable before going feral on you one last time before his knot painstakingly makes its way in side of you, and he claiming your insides.

Wolf hybrid Joseph, who is now stuck in for the next couple of hours, gets comfy with you, kissing anywhere he could praise you until the two of you fall asleep.

Wolf hybrid Joseph, who makes up the next morning, is alreadying rutting against you as he whines your name. It was gonna be a long rut

#sunny day jack #swwsdj #something's wrong with sunny day jack #x reader #sunny day jack x reader #something's wrong with sunny day jack x reader #swwsdj x reader #yandere x reader #joseph cullman #sdj joseph #joseph haberdae #somethings wrong with sunny day jack joseph l #joseph x reader #hybrid au

[lovelytsunoda]

the songs that remind us of the good times // daniel ricciardo

summary: danny gets his best result of the season in singapore. celebrations ensue.

i get knocked down but i get up again, ain't never gonna keep me down

the second daniel crosses the line, y/n is on the radio screaming about how incredible he did.

and danny can hardly believe it himself as he steps out of the car

y/n wraps his arms around him instantly

he hasn't even taken his helmet off yet.

"i knew you had it in you. you proved mclaren wrong today, darling."

once the media frenzy and subsequent debreifs are over, he's back in his driver's room with y/n

she has two bottles of champagne and a grin on her face as she passes one to danny.

"you deserved to be on that podium today. but we can still celebrate their way."

giggling and laughing as they chase each other around the driver's room with the bottles of champagne spraying everywhere like water pistols

her white dress plastered to her body

daniel's black fireproofs even tighter against his chest from the dampness

the champagne is all fizzed out, and they're both drinking out of the bottles as they find their way back to each other

champagne filled kiss, tongues sliding against each other as they hold each other close.

"i'm so proud of you, daniel joseph ricciardo."

slow dancing together after they've both changed into dry clothes

y/n had to borrow some of daniel's since she didn't plan ahead :)

walking out of the paddock hand in hand, daniel has this mischievous, shit eating grin on his face

"i love you."

he would say quietly, pressing a gentle kiss to her forehead before they both got in his mclaren

singing spice girls songs at the top of their lung son the way back to the hotel

ordering room service

all around celebration

and then when it's all over and they're standing on the balcony the next morning, watching the sun rise over the horizon, danny says the inrevitable.

"marry me."

"what?"

and then he gets down one knee. he doesn;t have a ring just yet, but he'll take her to get one before the weekend is over if she says yes.

"y/n y/l/n, you have been with me through some of the best and worst time of my life and career, and i can't imagine spending another day without you. you always know how to make me smile, how to cheer me up after a bad race. everything with you is so easy, and you fit into my life more perfectly than i ever could have imagined. i don't want that to ever change.'

she said yes

and he was so excited for the rest of forever with y/n at his side

#daniel ricciardo #daniel ricciardo x reader #daniel ricciardo x y/n #formula one x reader #f1 imagine #f1 headcanon #singapore grand prix

[mejomonster]

Mysterious lotus casebook, just fun things~

Li Lianhua calling his old rival A Fei which is just such a familiar name (I'm only used to Zhao Yunlan asking a crush to call him A Lan so). Like what a choice. Can't figure out an alias for ur super famous rival? Call him an intimate nickname. Sure.

Fang duobing being the MOST territorial man to ever live. Grabs hold of li lianhua and won't let go and moves himself in. Doesn't like li lianhuas other friends. Actively tries to Beat the shit out of them and give them bad food. On a mission to drive them OUT. Absolutely enraged over said nickname A Fei. Ready to throw hands nonstop

Fang duobing being That Bitch who says "you're my partner" nonstop within like a week of meeting. He could shake hands with Wei Wuxian calling Zhou Zishu his soulmate by ep 8 of Word of Honor lmao. But like genuinely, while partner im gonna interpret only as meant to be "detective partner/work partner" I still think it's Mighty Clingy of him to force li lianhua to be his partner lmao.

Fang duobing being such a fucking little liar who lies. "Fine I'm going my separate way" proceeds to move into the guest bedroom and eat all meals together. "Fine I'm not going to ask you to solve a crime with me" except I'm absolutely going to drag you into my shit until I get you mixed up in the case anyway uvu then insist you MUST help (and you won't want me to die so you will... and eventually fang duobings strategy DOES work... because eventually li lianhua goes back for him, like in the tomb, instead of leaving him behind anymore).

Fang duobing being like "You're ordinary, I'll protect you!" And like while in a way he's right, it's hilarious he's saying that to the Once Upon a Time second best fighter in the world. I also love how he immediately took the job of guard dog to heart: he is ride or die ready to do anything to protect his new coerced partner li lianhua.

I also like that him being ADAMANTLY ready to save li lianhua and protect him at all times, means we get plenty of rescues that aren't even a big deal. I think it's funny to compare the rescues to Ultimate Note and wu xie for two reasons. 1. Because Joseph zeng is playing the rescuer this time, and fang duobing is way more vocal about wanting to save li lianhua than xiaoge ever is, so it's cute to hear how intently up for Heroics the rescuer is. 2. Ultimate Note, like pretty much all dmbj for some reason, goes Really Shippy whenever it would do rescue scenes (you know what I mean... romantic music, long gazes into each other's eyes, romantic framing). It's interesting to see this show NOT do that, despite possibly even more frequent rescue scenes. I think it's a good idea but like... for a few reasons? First, li lianhua is experienced in fighting so he's not naive damsel in the way wu xie is, and he assumes he'll die so he doesn't really have major fear when he's in danger. Second, the whole tone of the show is more practical. I think the positive of this is we get really nice emotional scenes between the main trio that don't feel like jokes, and feel important as major relationships (which would also I guess be good for ships), and while it therefore doesn't really hit romance tropes (making bl potential scenes thankfully not get overt attention but also making it more vague, doing the same with women love interests so their scenes likewise feel less overtly intense as well) it does mean the weight of all scenes feels more balanced. I would compare it to how The Untamed handled all scenes romantic, platonic, familial in extremely similar ways in terms of feel. It made the romance stand out less, but it also meant the familial ties and friendship scenes felt Equally weighted. Which is a positive trait for this kind of show, I think, to weight all relationship types equally. While yeah it means ships of any kind become more subtle, I think it also makes all dynamics feel like they're closer to equal importance.

Fang duobing being a rich boy hypocrite is just The funniest fucking. It's so clear he's used to getting his way and it's part of why he grabbed li lianhua and didn't let go. He's got a mix of "genuinely wants to help people" that drives him to do good things like try to stop murderers and protect people until proven guilty and pursue evidence and the truth. Then he's also got that inherent quality of he's always gotten what he wants, he doesn't think he should ever Stop getting it. He's broke and starving, but only Very Nice tasting food he particularly craves is worth saying yes to. He's arrested? Use his family name and status and Baichuan courts sway to get himself free and bully the suspects into cooperating more. Li lianhua doesn't want him? Insist he's a Generous Hero for offering to protect/help li lianhua and no one should refuse such a Gift (so fang duobing simply won't be refused). A fei shows up and clearly has an existing (closer) relationship to li lianhua? Be a complete bitch to him to the point where it's leaning into harassment, try to chase him away, because if li lianhua is HIS then obviously he should be HIS more than he should be close to anyone else. Like an extremely territorial pet, he wants the most attention the most given to him from li lianhua and he does NOT want anyone to get as close to li lianhua as he is. Or at least as close as he Wishes he was (which is partners in solving cases and Life that travel the jianghu together... which... its fascinating he's really locked onto an "ordinary" person for this desire, you would think he'd want a martial arts master for that... but I think fang duobing enjoys feeling like the powerful one who can show off, impress, protect, and teach his partner... especially because his ego takes a hit with struggling to get into baichuan and being a subpar investigator compared to doctor li lianhua. It's clear fang duobing is used to being The Best, and while he wants to learn from li lianhua to fix his own shortcomings in investigating, he also probably appreciates he's BETTER at this ordinary man at things like fighting and it helps keep his ego from tanking. He could go find a jianghu martial arts master... but then they'd be better than him in All areas potentially. And then he'd just feel like shit. Hed rather have a teacher to learn from, who he can also feel NEEDS him. Fang duobing wants to be a hero, a damsel who repeatedly finds himself in danger is a great person for him to have around as it gives fang duobing repeated opportunities to show off how he's Valuable and Talented and Impressive and Needed by others. And oh boy... there's probably a LOT to say about how fang duobing grew up sick, weak, struggled to make progress and put in intense effort to be the best fighter of his age and best baichuan candidate, and how that pursuit means he really wants to Prove he's valuable outside of his family name. Because family name was all he started with, and he wanted to be like his uncle who proved himself Outside of the political system. He wanted to be like li xianyi who was a hero among those people, who even wanted to bring laws and justice to the jianghu, who treated fang duobing fairly and equally even as an ordinary weak young boy. Fang duobing INTENSELY desires to prove he's useful, needed, and has proven himself as capable in his own right. Li lianhua Feeds into those emotional needs a lot, and that alone would be enough for fang duobing to want to cling SO hard to him.)

Yeah more of just. How much I love fang duobing the lying liar who lies. He will be against tomb raiding but want a treasure to heal li lianhua. He will say he's fucking off and not going to bug former suspect li lianhua anymore then turn around and stalk him. He'll get told to leave and barge in and eat the man's fucking food. He is very set in getting what he wants, and he's not beyond doing whatever he wants to Get those things. Sure, he wouldn't kill someone or steal from a living person (at least not yet... he does have a lot of upstanding morals). But he's not above bullying an ordinary person who can't push back except intellectual, or trying to strong arm said intellectuals close friends to back the fuck off Fang Duobings PARTNER, or strong arm anyone who starts refusing him with whatever tools he's got (from his sword to his family's power to baichuan connections).

#mysterious lotus casebook #lb

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Anonymous Asks: "I want to reword a request I sent as it came out awkwardly. So rich yandere m/c and individual reactions from Joseph, Jean, Shaun, Ian, and Nick. M/c becomes attracted to him and will do whatever is necessary. They start working where he works and becomes friends. They invite him over to their house where he discovers a shrine of himself, which was not m/c's intent. They use this as an opportunity to profess their love. If he accepts, they spoil him rotten. If he rejects, they knock him out and tie him to the bedroom. How would they each react?"

Oooh okay I can definitely see them each reacting very interestingly~

Content: shrines, stalking, kidnapping, obsession, stockholm syndrome

Joseph:

He's pretty confused by the whole thing at first. He doesn't quite understand why you've got all those pictures of him and all those belongings of his...

He's not the type of yandere to have a shrine like that, so it genuinely doesn't process with him for a few moments

By the time he understands it, he's starting to get kind of creeped out by it. Seriously, it's weird. He doesn't like it

You're gonna have to knock him out and tie him up with something strong like chains

He'll definitely try to escape when he first wakes up, but if you keep on being sweet to him and comforting him... well, he's pretty easily persuadable

And by that I mean stockholm syndrome sets in fast

He's a very good captive. He eats what you bring him, he does what he's told, he's pretty... submissive about it all

Just give him some time, he'll come around to the idea with a little time in captivity...

Jean:

Oh is he flattered. This strokes his ego in just the right way. You're so dedicated to him that you have a whole shrine to him set up? The sight of it thrills him

He's never considered making a shrine to you, but now he's definitely thinking about it

He finds the mutual obsession to be so romantic! His heart skips a beat when he finds out you're as obsessed with him as he is with you!

He doesn't even need you to spoil him rotten, just knowing you're obsessed with him is enough!

Though... he won't say no if you want to spoil him...

He'll be your perfect little prince, never leaving your side and proving his undying loyalty to you in every way

You'd better not lose interest in him, because he's yours forever now, and he won't let you abandon him

Seriously, being obsessed with Jean once he wants you is the #1 way to his heart!

Shaun:

He's not sure whether to be creeped out or take notes. From the standpoint of someone who loves horror, it's pretty cool. But from a more personal standpoint...

Well, look. He's definitely flattered that you like him. And he doesn't mind obsession. But this is... maybe a bit much?

He's not sure. He's really not sure. So just to be safe, it's probably best to take him captive

Seriously, don't give him too long to think about it or he'll definitely decide that it's weird

He prefers his obsession to be quieter, more subtle. That's how his own manifests

But if you kidnap him and keep him with you, showing him everything he could have with you... well, you might just be able to change his mind...

He isn't immune to the allure of being spoiled by you

It'll take time for him to get over the whole shrine thing, but he'll come around if you ease him into it

Ian:

He's another one who's torn between fear and fascination. On the one hand, it's kind of scary that someone is so obsessed with him of all people. He doesn't understand it

On the other hand, he does like the security of knowing his partner is obsessed with him and won't leave him

It's really just a battle of his insecurity. Is he more excited that you won't leave or sceptical that you actually love him...

But the excitement will win out if you give him a little time to admire the shrine. He can't deny your love after that

He loves being spoiled rotten by you. He's a bit of a princess, and the idea of his partner being obsessed with him gets him flustered and excited

He'll be so clingy and needy and want to be by your side all the time if you'll let him

It makes him less afraid of you leaving him, definitely

He'll just bask in the obsession, and the security he feels comes with it

Nick:

Awwww how cute, you've made a little shrine to your little stalker <3 He loves it! He's so curious about all the things you put in it and why you chose them

You don't even have to confess your love, he understands just from seeing the shrine

He gets that you love him, and he reciprocates wholeheartedly!

He's so eager to show you his own shrine to you, he wants to show you how similar you are

This is exactly his type of obsession. It's perfect for him. He wants nothing more than for the two of you to spend the rest of your lives obsessed with each other

He wants to move in right away, to move your shrines next to each other, maybe even make a joint one!

He wants to spoil you as much as you spoil him. He'll do anything to see you smile

There's no hesitation from him, not even for a moment. Just pure joy and love from the moment he sees the shrine

#swwsdj #something's wrong with sunny day jack #sdj joseph #sdj jean #sdj shaun #sdj ian #sdj nick #sunny day jack x reader #joseph haberdae x reader #jean laurent x reader #shaun durand cofer x reader #ian duff x reader #nick herraras x reader #gn!reader #sdj headcanons #18+ only #sunshine #dark side of the sun

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𝐄𝐏𝐈𝐏𝐇𝐀𝐍𝐘

〚 𝐉. 𝐓𝐎𝐘𝐄 〛

𝐖𝐀𝐑𝐍𝐈𝐍𝐆𝐒 ➛ language, mention of injury

𝐑𝐄𝐐𝐔𝐄𝐒𝐓 ➛ anonymous: Can you write something with Joe Toye and prompt nineteen from the happy prompts please? — prompt used: "you missed me ?", "maybe - but don't go thinking too much about it”

𝐁𝐄𝐍𝐄𝐀𝐓𝐇 𝐀 𝐒𝐍𝐎𝐖-𝐋𝐀𝐃𝐄𝐍 𝐓𝐀𝐑𝐏 amidst Bastogne’s icy Hell, Y/N Y/L/N begrudgingly welcomed the recreation of a card game, the deck a poached token from a Kraut’s frigid corpse — per Muck’s retelling after his patrol with Lipton.

“You gonna take a turn or what?” George poked at the side of her threadbare boot with his own, voice subdued by how he had burrowed his face into his thin scarf.

“My fingers are too cold to even move them,” her voice rose with a miffed touch to it, meeting the wintry cloud of her breath.

“All of our fingers are,” Penkala grumbled, corpse-colored fingers cramping as he shuffled around his cards, “Lost the feeling in ‘dem awhile ago, actually.”

Perconte smirked knowingly from beneath the arch of his helmet, “You gotta keep them moving — keeps the blood flowing. That’s what Doc Roe told me.”

George cast an unamused sidelong glimpse to the man, eyes subtly trimmed with water at the rage of winter blast that funneled through the gap in the tarp.

“Congrats.”

Muck and Penkala laugh, unrestrained by the calamity that rippled in tides beyond the thin material of their cover. Y/N begrudged a simper, one corner of her mouth perked more so than the other, Perconte rolling his eyes at their easy amusement at his expense.

“Well, you ain’t gonna be laughing when I can beat your asses to the breakfast line this mornin’,” the dark-haired soldier huffed with certainty, tucking away his respective dealing of cards into his jacket flap and hoisting himself out of their tomb of frigid dirt, “I’ll be first in Dominguez’s line. Food will still be actually hot.”

Then, he’s off towards the propped tent that is the poor substitute for a mess hall, a childlike ferocity in his boot-anchored footfalls through the crumbly snow.

George sniffed out a resemblance of a scoff, slack in his departure from their hellhole in the Earth’s soil, aware that the substance the Airborne was touting as food would at least dim the spasm of hunger in his stomach, and may allow him to sleep with more ease. Muck and Penkala mirror his listless foot hauls up the foxhole’s embankment, minds of similar notion and mouths mumbling of how ‘at least they had snow to eat to force down the damn dog food’ they were to consume for breakfast.

George extended a hand down to Y/N, crystalline snowflakes taking their dance around him, and the pair in collective agreement that the act of chivalry was a violation to her staunch declaration of solitude, but additionally in mediation that the healing bullet wound in her thigh rendered her at the aid of such acts. Her frigid hand stretched through the distance of ice-crystallized air between them, and she’s out of the concave of frozen Earth with a few cumbersome footsteps that resound with a crunch.

“Damn, he runnin’ like there’s a home cooked meal by mama dearest over there,” Muck chuckled, the display of amusement flourishing in a vapor in front of his smirking mouth, a gloved hand gesturing to Perconte’s restrained dash towards the vacant breakfast line.

“Nah, but maybe there’s the next best thing — at least for Y/N,” Puck mused as the four of them fall into a gradual pace towards the tent, chin tilting deliberately in direction of the soldier alongside Dominguez as he jabbed at the concoction he’d be portioning to the 506th with a ladle.

“Joseph Toye!” the grin on George’s face may have just melted the snow beneath their boots, the sight of the bandaged man rushing a wind underneath his languid footsteps as he hastened towards him now, Y/N’s wrist at his mercy as she cumbersomely kept pace with a hobble.

The new man of the hour entertained the greeting with a turn of his head away from his dulling conversation with Dominguez, a vague smile as rare as the sun in Bastogne’s arctic wasteland, tilting on his mouth. But George wasn’t the recipient of the rare sight.

The musings of a crush had been the entertainment for the lighthearted dispositions of Muck, Penkala, and George, the characters of their late-night fabrications being Y/N and Joe.

Crush. It was an infantile word, a bitter concoction in her veins, a vexing itch in her brain because, fuck, how cliche?! This wasn't a schoolyard alight with the early afternoon sun, they weren't young children with the residue of afternoon play on their knees and hands. They stand amidst mental and physical devastation instead, residue of respective wounds from the same deluge of German artillery on their bodies.

“You missed me, Y/L/N?” Joe dealt out his own poke at her in acknowledgment of her presence alongside George.

“Maybe — but don’t go thinking about it too much, Toye,” she doesn’t allow the poke to pierce anything beyond the facade of nonchalance she bears on her skin; there’s the dwellings of a elephant-sized gape of tension between them, a runoff of what had occurred prior to his hastened departure for the town’s hospital.

It was an ambush that evoked a dot-to-dot variation of thinking; an instinct to survive darts along a neuropath towards a prayer for quick strides towards salvation, to knowing you may have to haphazardly toss yourself like a rag-doll into a foxhole to achieve that wish for survival. Despite her mind and body being throttled with an ache of exhaustion from a day of patrols and pissing wars with the Germans, she’s still forcing herself across the lumps of snow towards her foxhole. Enemy artillery graffitied the black heavens above the forest canopy, whistling its deadly tune as it arched down towards the snowy ground, trembling the Earth as it blackens the stark white with its explosive gift. Her lungs are supposed to be warm, yet they’re capsules of ice as she sprinted clumsily across the pearly snow mounds, hands bearing down on her helmet — her ears. Her eyes flutter moments away from a squint, enough vision spared to navigate the murky landscape that heaves in resistance from the foreign destructive forces that tremble it. A hand encircled her forearm, and if Germany’s wrath wasn’t sprinkling down around her now, she would’ve swung around and uppercut the damn person.

“Come on!”

It’s Easy’s hothead Joseph Toye, and he’s screaming at her to throw herself into a foxhole nestled outside the path of artillery. The dot-to-dot thinking deluges into her mind and body’s inner workings, and she’s falling into a cumbersome haste towards the hole in the soil. Their boots are significant inches away from sliding down the concave and away from the fiery blaze, when the telltale whistle of an approaching mortar sings its deadly song behind their backs, imploding impossibly close, and they’re thrown away from each other.

“Damn,” Toye huffed his laughter, response familiar of his tendency to offer anything further than a generic or quick-witted few words.

“That hurt more than the artillery, Joe?” Perconte’s toothy smile staked a rivalry with the alabaster snow bristling against the soles of their boots. His elbow facetiously nudged at the fellow Italian, scooping a gulp of breakfast into his leering mouth.

Joe’s piqued side-eyed gaze had the rare ability to properly shut up the chatterbox that is Frank Perconte. The shorter man tensely ambled off, akin to a dog with its tail between its legs.

“Jesus, Joe, you give Bastogne a run for its money,” George mused of the man’s cold disposition, extending a metal mug of Dominguez’s concoction towards Y/N.

She begrudgingly accepted the semblance of food whilst Penakala and Skip giggle like schoolgirls on either side of her.

“He just wants to put on a machismo front for Y/N here,” Penkala shrugged, whirling his spoon around his mug with no heed for the duel glare poised at him by Y/N and Joe.

“Been there, done that,” Skip chorused in to his friend’s capering words, “Y/N is immune to that bullshit.”

The woman at the center of their back-and-forth merely occupied herself with the warmth of the food, rather than step into the trap sprung by their provoking words. And Joe is slightly amused at her insouciance, yet doesn’t jilt his stony facade with it.

“Skip, my friend, you couldn’t win over a girl even if she was blind as a bat and deaf as a doornail,” George smirked mid-swallow, gesturing his utensil towards the Tonawanda man.

“Shit, no one is safe — go from harassing Perconte to tickling Joe’s ego to flat out insulting me,” Skip scoffed, feigning indignation yet the insult doesn’t extend to his jovial brown eyes.

“And while it’s all amusing, I have to go do my morning check-in with Winters,” Y/N exhaled with unfounded sorrow for her departure beckoned by the First Sergeant emblem on her uniform.

“Ah, tell the good captain that we’re freezing our asses off out here and can’t even be compensated with edible food,” George proclaimed despite their distance not warranting such volume.

Muck and Penkala grunted some susurration of agreement in the midst of forcing down the slosh in their mugs.

Y/N gladly forsakes her food, pouring the lumpy remnants into George’s cup, a sputtering of dismay resounding from him like machine-gun fire.

“Hm, perhaps I’ll tell him you enjoyed it so much you had seconds,” she clicked her tongue, placing the begrimed apparatus onto the table beneath the food tent.

She retreated then, footsteps listless in the snowfall, an endowment from the wound in her thigh. She’s additionally keen to realize that there’s an echo of sloshed footsteps that accompanies her own.

“You will only entertain them further, you know,” Y/N doesn’t question how some corner of her consciousness distinguished the footfalls as Joseph Toye’s.

“Let ‘em,” his indifference is uncanny, and she cast a sidelong glimpse at him to convey as much.

“The hospital’s full of boys who wish they could joke and laugh like ‘em,” Joe dubiously exacted his gaze with hers, and she doesn’t prod to know any further of what those hospital walls possessed beyond them.

“Also just wanted to see how your leg was,” he murmured, the reluctance filtering into his voice now as if peeved that he would be so explicit with his concern.

“Doc Roe removed some shrapnel ‘bout a week ago, bandaged it…just have a lame limp now,” she adorned a thin smile, their pace gradual towards the makeshift CP amidst the tree trunks, “You?”

He shrugged, the subtle lift of his shoulder vexing the wound on his upper body as wrinkles of ache coiled around his eyes, “Nothing that won’t heal.”

She languidly nodded, the slowness of her head a product of the awkwardness that danced brilliantly around them now.

“On that night, why were you out of your foxhole?” her voice resembled his own previous murmur, her gaze engaging the landscape approaching rather than his eyes, “You weren’t assigned to patrol.”

Joseph Toye may have been selective of his words but he wasn’t a man who would admit to the defeat of being hushed by another’s own. His eyes are staunchly set on the horizon, a classic maneuver of someone who’d prefer to abandon this conversation with haste.

“Couldn’t have our sergeant being blown to bits,” he eventually remarked, candid and emotionless. The response would have dismayed anyone else, yet Y/N could pride herself to be something of a keen observer with gratitudes towards her military training.

“A sergeant who is capable of finding cover herself, hm?” she subtly smirked, stare still afloat in front of her, “I call bullshit, Toye.”

“Who’s entertaining themselves now?” she’s washed with a reticent shock at his chuckled retort, certain her aforementioned words were something of a shovel that trenched a hole for her.

“Your words make me think it’s beyond entertainment now,” she frankly hummed, pace collapsing into a casual halt, Toye mirroring her almost immediately.

“Maybe,” he looked at her once more, eyes betraying him on every front that implored indifference.

A vague spread of warmth creased her cheeks, foreign beneath the frigidness of Bastogne, and she bowed her head at him in departing but indicative of something he recognized as an invitation, “I’ll see you later, Toye.”

Then, she’s off towards CP, and he can’t ignore the crack in the chemical buffer that always kept him in equilibrium with indifference and bitterness. It’s her — the spitfire first sergeant — that had disrupted that stability… and he ultimately greeted it as his own.

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