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harbingersglory · 4 months

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Mayhaps something with (transfem) Kujou Sara fucking a bratty reader who (intentionally) pisses her off to the point where she goes all out with her full inhuman strength, ultimately knocking them up completely by accident because she was so caught up in the moment she forgot to pull out?

I bet nobody expected her to be first out of her siblings to become a parent, least of all herself, but she ain’t complaining!

{☆} characters kujou sara {☆} notes drabble, implied fem reader, sub reader, transfem kujou sara {☆} warnings 18+ content, breeding kink

Kujou Sara was not one to allow herself to lose her ironclad control– she was a general, above all else, a servant of the Almighty Shogun.

Yet try as she might, you..you had a way of getting under her skin in a way that had her patience and will tested. Maybe it was the bratty, teasing demeanor that had her jaw clenched so hard it creaked, or maybe it was the provocative words you'd whisper in her ear while she was trying to focus.

It was irrelevant in the face of her dragging you back to her quarters, her brows furrowed and her lips pursed into a thin line– she tried to be gentle, but her grip was firm on her arm as she pulled you into the delicately managed room, her composure cracking like shattering glass. She wanted to wipe that smug grin off your face when she slammed her hands against the door, the wall nearly splintering beneath barely restrained strength, her expression..less than amused.

"Just what are you trying to accomplish?" She ground out, her teeth aching from how hard she was clenching her jaw– and, though she refused to outwardly admit it, your little..distraction was working far better then she wanted to admit to even herself. "I told you not to..to do such things while I'm working. Do you ever listen?"

She nearly growled– like some common beast, she thinks, and she is glad for her tempered control that she did not embarrass herself in such a way. She still had her dignity. But Archons, you were testing that control even still– the way your tongue poked out like a child, mocking and teasing, as if you wanted her to snap.

She almost considered it, but..you were human, she had to remind herself. Archons knows she's never forgive herself if she actually hurt you.

"What? Can the General not handle a little playful banter?" Sara opened her mouth to snarl back a reply, but she closed it but a sharp click just as quickly, a grimace gracing her features instead. "Is that all it takes to rile you up?"

She wants to deny it, keep her sense of control, but damn it– the way your hands glide across her skin, your nails just barely ghosting across the flexing muscles of her back..she feels her control slipping faster then she can maintain it, her lip quivering.

"You.." She croaks out in reply, trying to subdue the uneasy urge that lingers in the back of her mind with every glance down at you, every touch of your hands, every word that drips from your lips like honey. The silence is broken by a low growl, her hands tugging you off your feet and practically shoving you onto the bed.

"What? Are you going to shut me up? Or are you going to admit you enjoy it?"

Fine, she thinks, fine! If this is what you want so badly, she's going to shut you up the only way she knows she can.

She wastes little time between shoving you onto the bed and climbing on it herself, one of her hands reaching up to tangle in your hair as she shoves your face into the mattress, her other hand fumbling with your clothes– just enough to expose your dripping cunt to her, nostrils flaring at the sharp tang of your arousal, her teeth bared in a snarl.

She can't help the raspy groan that tumbles from her lips at the sight– you looked perfect like that. Quiet, your face forcibly held down, your thighs soaked in your own arousal. She absentmindedly wonders if you'd been so wet the entire time– if you'd just been waiting, no, practically begging for her to just..she can't even finish the thought, her hands trembling and her control slipping even further.

Her free hand fumbles with the hem of her own shorts, freeing her straining, twitching cock, pre cum beading at the tip. Her fist tightens in your hair as she leans over you, pressing her chest against your back and aligning her aching cock to your entrance. She almost snaps out of the fog clouding her rationality, but it returns in full force when she snaps her hips forward, sinking into your cunt with a sharp hiss.

"Fuck," Sara curses beneath her breath, groaning at the tight heat enveloping her– Archons, she'd never get used to it. It only drove her further over the edge, rolling her hips to force more of her cock into you. "Not..not going to talk back?" She growled, huffing and releasing her hold on your hair to instead slip her fingers past your lips. The muffled, garbled response was..far more enjoyable than she expected, the hazy eyed look as she sunk fully into you.

It made her feel lightheaded, to be honest. She was getting a bit too carried away, but the way your walls squeezed against her..her teeth ached for an entirely different reason, tongue swiping over the sharp points before she leaned down to sink them into your shoulder, pulling out and slamming back in with a muffled groan. Her pace was frantic after that, dragging moans and whimpers from your throat like a chorus of broken notes.

She hated how easily you got under her skin, but damn it, she couldn't deny how good it felt to put you in your place. You couldn't even get away if you tried– you were human, and while it made you fragile it also made you weak. Easier to handle.

Even if your tongue was far sharper than your appearance would make one believe.

Archons, she was so close, though. She pulled her fingers from your mouth, nearly crumbling at the moan that tumbled openly from your lips immediately after– she may have chastised you for your attitude, but she still thoroughly enjoyed hearing you. Just knowing you were unable to form anything more complex then senseless babbling was a special kind of high.

She wants to speak, but even her own words fail her beyond a low groan, the absence filled with the slick sound of her wild thrusts, caring little about the stinging ache in her thighs as she pounds you into the mattress without a shred of hesitation or rationality beyond fucking you into silence.

A small part of her, the rational part, tried to remind her to pull out– but your cunt felt so fucking good she just kept going despite the sirens blaring in her head. Even as your limbs tensed and your voice grew hoarse from screaming, she kept you beneath her, nipping at your throat to leave her mark against your skin. She was so close, just..just a little more. Just a little longer. Archons, she doesn't ever want to leave– doesn't ever want to pull out.

Her hands grasp your hips tightly as she nears her own climax, slamming back into you with a broken moan– she barely registered the fact she had cum inside you beyond the thrill of it dribbling down your thighs, not even her cock enough to keep you plugged up as she tried to gain some semblance of control through the haze.

..Fuck. She was going to regret this. She was, every so slowly, coming back to her senses– the first thing she felt was embarrassment, then panic, and then resignation.

At the very least she hadn't accidentally fucked you into unconsciousness on accident.

She was much gentler as she sat up, her cock still half hard as she pulled out, inhaling sharply at the way her cum dripped down onto the sheets. She hated how arousing it was. No– no. She needed to get a hold of herself.

But then again..you didn't seem to be complaining, at least not yet. She hesitantly lifted her eyes to see your expression, her throat suddenly feeling dry at the smug satisfaction on your face.

#genshin impact smut #genshin smut #genshin x reader #genshin impact x reader #minors dni #writing tag #kujou sara smut #kujou sara x reader #do you understand what this felt like to open my inbox and see this #it felt like a shotgun blast pointblank to the chest /pos #i am a weak man at heart i see breeding kink mention and my brain turns off #respectfully. lovingly. i am going to suplex you.#my weakness being used against me ohhh its over for me. if it isnt obvious by the word count idk man #quick hack into getting me to write for you. breeding kink. passes out #AND KUJOU SARA TOO??? lord have mercy #i am an electro women enjoyer this felt extremely personal #if this fic isnt coherent thats bc it isnt. i blacked out writing this. dont ask

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sluttywoozi · 1 year

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Out Of The Woods | Part 1 of 3

Summary: You’ve been driving Yunho nuts lately and he just can’t figure out why. He hates being annoyed with his friends, so he’s been avoiding you. It’s difficult to stay away when you’re locked together in a cabin with seven of your closest friends, though.

Rating: M (18+) | WC: ~2k

Tags: rom com, friends to lovers, sharing a bed, fluff, comedy (i think im funny)

Warnings: sexual thoughts, yunho gets a splinter, alcohol, lmk if i forgot anything

Reader Notes: smaller than yunho (in the hands at least), has breasts and a vagina

“Yunho, you don’t have to sleep so far away. It’s not like we’ve never touched before,” you huff, reaching out across the bed and curling your fingers in his shirt to tug him closer.

He follows your pull, shuffling over just a few inches and pretending to be too distracted taking in the room to look at you. It was a lot easier to avoid your gaze when there were seven other people in the room. Now that it’s just the two of you, Yunho is running out of options.

Lately, you've been driving Yunho crazy.

It’s very out of character for him to be annoyed by one of his friends and the last thing he wants to do is take it out on you, so he’s been avoiding you. And Mingi, of course, noticed and told everyone else, leading to them all competing to see who can put him in the most uncomfortable situations with you.

This came at the very unfortunate time of the annual Best Friends Trip, this time at a literal cabin in the woods. Because what could go wrong there?

On the way up to the cabin, Mingi conveniently 'forgot' he had some extra errands to run before departing and decided to ride with San and Wooyoung instead, leaving you and Yunho to drive up alone. It was three straight hours of uncomfortable silence and him trying to figure out why the scent of your shampoo made him dizzy.

When the time came to gather firewood, Jongho (who'd lost rock paper scissors) insisted he’d rolled his ankle and couldn’t traverse the uneven ground, but oh Y/n, didn’t you say you wanted to take a walk before settling in?

Yunho said he could take care of it alone but the guys wouldn’t hear it, claimed you never know what’s lurking in the forest and that the buddy system is key, so he’d trudged into the woods with you by his side and pretended he didn’t see the sparkle of traitorous glee in Jongho’s eyes. What followed was another hour of tension, of you trying to chat and Yunho responding politely but not helpfully, his annoyance only growing when the exasperated sigh you let out sent heat flashing down his throat.

You took some space from him when you got back, throwing him a confused glare before going to help Seonghwa prepare hot chocolate. He’d tried to be nicer after that, act more like himself, but he could tell you still felt the distance he kept. It didn’t help that his shoulders wound tighter and tighter with each burst of laughter that escaped the kitchen, evil thoughts of hiding the final piece of all of Seonghwa’s new lego sets flooding his mind.

Yunho knew he could never do such a thing but the thought made his stomach churn with guilt, so he busied himself with chopping firewood until the sun faded behind the trees, ignoring calls of hot chocolate and invitations to games and shouts about room dividing.

You’d all been gathered up around the fireplace when he decided he’d punished himself enough and went back inside. Yeosang’s half-lidded eyes and red cheeks told him the liquor had come into play but he still nodded as if he couldn’t tell and smiled when Joong shouted that they’d moved onto spiked hot chocolate, demanding he grab a mug.

Yunho’s far from a lightweight but the extra exercise and the stress of the day let the peppermint schnapps hit him a bit harder. After one cup, he could feel the back of his neck grow warm and his sharp edges start to blur out. After two, he felt relaxed enough to look at you again and turned his head in search of you, only to find you snuggled up to a smirking Mingi. He couldn’t stop the way his eyes narrowed and his heartbeat picked up, no matter how well he knew Mingi would never-

Wait. Mingi would never… what?

Yunho didn’t have a chance to follow that train of thought as Seonghwa suddenly stood up and clapped his hands, announcing it was time for bed. He recruited Mingi and San to help him get a dozing Hongjoong up the stairs, all three boys cautiously guiding him up every step. Yeosang took up the rear and Wooyoung trailed behind, pouty and petulant because Seonghwa hadn’t asked him to help too. Yunho watched you follow them with fondness in his eyes, the irritation he’d grown used to feeling around you suspiciously absent, and decided he might as well go to bed too if everyone else is.

He’d arrived at the top of the stairs just as the bedroom doors were being pulled shut. Yeosang and Seonghwa disappeared behind one door with matching evil grins and a sleeping Hongjoong between them, and he heard Wooyoung and San bickering about who had to sleep closer to the door in another room, so he turned to the remaining bedroom with a sigh, resigning himself to a night of Mingi’s snoring and no sleep.

Except it wasn’t Mingi’s bag on the bed. It wasn’t Mingi’s phone plugged into the wall, or Mingi’s voice resonating in the shower, or Mingi’s pajamas laid out on the chair. No, they were all yours, and Yunho felt the headache start to pound behind his eyes as his former best friend clapped him on the shoulder and said, “I’m taking the couch tonight, we all agreed earlier.”

“I didn’t agree,” Yunho whispered frantically, clutching the neck of Mingi’s sleep shirt with desperate fingers.

“We tried to ask what you wanted but you just grunted and kept chopping wood, so…” Mingi trailed off with a shrug of his shoulders, calling out a teasing ‘goodnight, sleep tight’ as he trudged down the stairs.

The bathroom door opened before he could protest any further, the steam billowing out around your toweled form clogging his throat up. He barely managed a nod when you assured him you’d left plenty of hot water, and, in somewhat of a daze, stumbled across the wooden floors to take a shower of his own.

Yunho thought the water would clear his head but it just made everything feel hazier, his thoughts tangling with images of your dewy skin and replays of the drop of water that fell from your hair and rolled over your collarbone before dipping down between your breasts.

That wasn't the first time he’d thought about you like this, but it was the first time he’d ever realized how annoyed it made him. He could feel the blood draining from his face as he finally figured out why exactly you’ve been driving him up the wall lately.

It honestly made him feel bad that he’d been so off with you just because you make his heart race, especially considering it’s not something you can change or something you’re doing on purpose. Sure, he didn't know that's why he's been so irked by you, but that doesn't mean he should have blindly taken it out on you in the first place.

And now here Yunho is, barely a foot away from you in a bed that was not meant for two, his heart pounding in his chest and his eyes stubbornly avoiding yours. Everything is worse now that he knows he's into you, his frustration blurring into longing and his irritation melting into desire. You're so close and so warm and all Yunho wants to do is pull you even closer, and that's why as soon as you fall asleep, he shuffles away.

He can't afford to touch you any more than necessary if he wants to keep his feelings in check and the friend group together.

All of Yunho's efforts fly out the window when he wakes up with you burrowed in his arms and his hard cock pressing into your ass.The temperature must have dropped overnight, the tiny shivers of your body making him pull you close while also trying desperately to angle his hips away from you. The slight loss of body heat stirs you and Yunho holds his breath, praying you don't wake up before his hard on has gone down.

Thinking about all the ways he can get Mingi back for putting him in this position helps. He doesn't have anything too devious in mind, just changing his Crunchyroll password so Mingi can't use it anymore and also perhaps spoiling the end of the new drama he'd been watching. Nothing too evil.

Yunho doesn't even feel himself falling back asleep until it's too late, his eyes slipping closed and his arms tugging you closer, the progress he'd made earlier disappearing. He buries his face in your neck and lets his body sink into yours with a sigh, deciding that whatever happens when he wakes again is a problem for future Yunho.

It turns out future Yunho doesn't have a problem, because you're gone when he blinks awake. The bed is cold without you, his arms empty, and he can't help the frown that pulls down his eyebrows when he sees your pajamas folded up neatly atop your overnight bag.

You must have gotten up a while ago, and as Yunho slowly comes back online, sounds start to drift up the stairs from what can only be the kitchen. The clacking of pots and pans is loud even with the door closed, as is the sound of a heated debate between Wooyoung and San about whether pancakes or waffles make a better vessel for syrup.

The answer is obviously waffles but Yunho's not about to say he's on Wooyoung's side, especially not when he knows San will get pouty and Woo will get clingy. He's got enough to deal with just trying to navigate what he now knows are feelings for you.

Yunho rolls out of bed and immediately reaches his arms above his head in a stretch, groaning as his spine elongates and starts to ache from the hard mattress. He's hoping he can get Hongjoong to step on his back later; it's like a little massage and Joong always gets so much joy from it, so it's a win-win situation.

After throwing on the first items of clothing his hands touch in his bag, Yunho heads to the bathroom to splash some water on his face and brush his teeth. He lumbers down the stairs, his hand gliding on the wood railing before it catches on a divot, a sharp pain stinging his palm and a yelp leaving his lips as a splinter embeds itself in his flesh.

Your head pops up over the couch, a look of concern gracing your features as you stand and rush over, snatching his hand and bringing it close to your face before Yunho can even catch his breath.

You pout as you inspect his palm, tilting it from side to side and squinting in the low light of the living room before you shake your head and pull him over to the window. There's a bit more light here but not much, just enough to highlight the worried furrow between your eyebrows and the lip bitten between your teeth.

Yunho desperately wants to lean down and suck your lip into his mouth but knows he can't just kiss you out of the blue, especially after how he's been acting with you lately, so he just stays still and watches you fuss over him.

"Come on, I have tweezers upstairs," you sigh as you lace your fingers with his and turn to tug him back up to your shared room.

Yunho can feel the back of his neck flush when he sees how small your hand is compared to his and does his level best not to let his eyes stray to the shape of your ass in your jeans, knowing he's liable to trip on his way up if he catches even a glimpse.

It’s going to be a long weekend.

Part 2

AN: this is part one of idk how many! will probs just be one or two more but who can say!

please please please comment or reblog, i need to know your thoughts or i die inside! im like tinker bell, i need attention to survive!

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kisskiss-slashslash · 1 year

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Slashers when you give them a cheesy nickname

Jason Voorhees

He is busy maintaining his weapons when he feels you lean on him.

"What're you doing, Jasey-honey?"

Poor guy gets so startled that he accidentally cuts himself while sharpening his machete. You quickly slip around him to inspect the long cut on his thumb. Thankfully, the wound isn't deep. You quickly reach for the first aid kit you keep nearby and start to clean it out.

Jason watches you intently. You've been with him for years, he knows, deep down, how much you love each other. But at times, the scars left by years and years of rejection by everyone but his mother resurface and make every display of affection from you come as a surprise.

"I'm sorry, I didn't mean to scare you", you mutter. "I've been calling you that in my head for a while, and now it just kinda slipped out."

He leans down until his forehead meets yours, with only the rough, cold material of his mask between you two. His eyes stare into yours, almost expecting mockery, but finding nothing but sincerity. He closes his eyes and lingers for a short moment, before he sits upright again.

Vincent Sinclair

The two of you started with the nicknames fairly quickly. When he emerges from his basement in the morning, looking for some coffee and breakfast, you turn to him, give him your brightest smile and say:"Coffee is ready, my love."

His eye brightens and he pulls you into his arms, slipping up his mask just far enough to pepper your neck and shoulder with gentle kisses. God how he loves hearing you call him that. If you're not careful with that kind of language, he'll end up having you for breakfast instead.

Someone clears their throat, making you jump apart. You completely forgot that Bo also happens to be in the room. He looks at the two of you over the rim of his mug, with an expression that tells you to get a damn room already.

Freddy Krueger

No.

Just no.

Freddy isn't the romantic type and can't stand it when you're trying to be all cutesy with him. That, of course, does not stop you. In fact, it only encourages you to find the most cringy, sickeningly sweet nicknames, just to tease him.

"My sweet nightmare-"

"No."

"My studmuff-"

"No."

"My crispy-"

"No."

He scowls at you while you collapse in a fit of laughter. You're lucky he loves you so much. Anyone else wouldn't have survived past the first nickname. But make no mistake; he will get back at you for teasing him like that.

Bubba Sawyer

Drayton told you to call Bubba up for dinner. So you just open the door to the lower level and call out:"Bubsy! Darling! It's dinnertime!"

A few feet behind you, you hear Drayton choke on his drink and Chop Top burst out laughing.

Bubba immediately rushes up the stairs, a lovestruck grin on his face. Once he reaches you at the top of the stairs, he gives you a tight bear-hug and a loving kiss. He *loves* cheesy nicknames, and you love how happy they make him.

"Not in front of your brothers, Bubs", you remind him with a chuckle and give him one last peck on the cheek before sitting down at the table together. Drayton isn't a big fan of your relationship in general but he accepts it as long as you keep the PDA to a minimum.

Brahms Heelshire

Brahms doesn't mind cutesy nicknames overall… except for one. You learn that the hard way.

You're busy with chores, humming to yourself and looking up when he enters the room. You smile at him.

"Oh hey, Brahmsey."

His eyes widen and his entire body tenses up. Then he spins around and rushes out, and before you can follow him, you hear something being thrown against a wall. You are, of course, familiar with Brahms' outbursts. But you are kind of lost on what caused this one. Did you forget a rule?

You continue what you were doing until the ruckus from the other corner of the house stops. Only then do you put aside your work and go check on Brahms.

You find him in his hideout, feathers from ripped pillows and splinters of wood and porcelain shards still stuck on his clothes and in his hair.

"You will leave me", he says accusingly, before you even have a chance to ask what happened. "Greta called me Brahmsey, and she left me."

Oh.

"Brahms… darling." You sit with him and let him lean on you. "I will never, ever leave you. I promise."

#slasher x reader #vincent sinclair x reader #brahms heelsire x reader #bubba sawyer x reader #jason voorhees x reader #freddy krueger x reader

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piakae · 2 months

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babys-breath ☆— k. jungwon

synopsis ➔ jungwon decides to make a bouquet for you.

pairing ➔ florist!jungwon x fem!reader

genre ➔ fluff!!!

word count ➔ idk why i put this here

warnings ➔ stressed jungwon, incest NOT BETWEEN THEM OMG

a/n ➔ can’t spell jungwon without win. or whatever

The oak wood table with splinters and thorns sticking out of it rests under Jungwon’s gloved hands, flowers of all shapes, sizes, and shades popping out of various baskets around him. His laptop, that was over decorated with brand stickers, was displaying an unknown website’s article about flower’s meanings and messages.

You’d think he knew all about it, working as a florist and all. But when he curated custom orders and new arrangements for the week, he either copied photos or did exactly what the customer wanted.

Something about this arrangement caused a drop of sweat to appear, his fingers to rake through his already messy hair, and hands to shake with uncertainty.

It was for you.

Only yesterday were you watching a romcom in class, fangirling over the beautiful bouquet that the male lead gave to the female lead, all while Jungwon was critiquing the colours and choice of flowers that the man chose.

The boy on the screen, his name was Tim, totally blew his first confession, something Jungwon had visually cringed at.

You blow some hair out of your eyes, the strands distracting you from the drama, also leaning in closer to the screen. Jungwon’s cologne tricked you into thinking that’s how the male lead smelt, and the smell of your shampoo tricked Jungwon into thinking that’s how the female lead smelt.

‘Tim, I told you that we can’t be together.’

‘Why? Tiffany, you are the only one for me.’

‘Tim–‘

‘Tiffany, please–‘

You both inch closer, practically connected at the hip.

‘We’re cousins, Tim!’

Jungwon smiled at the memory of your disgusted face, deciding that he needed to get this bouquet over and done with before the sun went down, hoping to get it to you that afternoon. He let out an anxious sigh and eyed the several flowers surrounding him, feeling like he was about to be ransacked by some daisies and roses.

His eyes shined against the sunset cutting through the stores windows, a perfect bouquet held in front of him. It was the fifth one he made. First was too yellow, second was too big. Third was just sad (he then decided to buy a coffee), fourth was too happy. Fifth was insanely large.

This one was perfect. Yellow, orange, pink, white flowers perfectly clustered and spread, wrapped in newspaper because he ran out of plastic wrap and tissue paper on his fourth try. Jungwon bit his lip, nodding his head in pride.

He grabbed his bag with his fresh clothes, locked the store, then unlocked it because he forgot the bouquet, then locked it again.

“Jungwon?” Your voice rings out, pausing him in his steps. He shoved the bouquet behind him and looked up at you nervously. Fiddling with the stems behind him, he turns.

“Hey Y/n.” As you look him up and down, never seeing him in his uniform before, he suddenly realised he may have others things to be concerned about. “I’ve just- uh- finished my shift.”

You seemed to be returning from the library, still clad in your school uniform. Still beautiful to him.

You nod with a small smile, leaning to peak behind him. A baby’s breath flopped down, as did you smile.

“Are those flowers for someone?”

“What flowers?”

“The ones behind your back?”

He looked over his shoulder to the bouquet, and put his lips into a thin line. Your hair had perfectly fallen, one piece of it in your face that you promptly blew away. It reminded him of the drama, your concentration, your reaction to the disastrous confession. He did not want to be the Tim in this situation, especially the cousin part.

“These… are for you.”

You blinked, “What?”

“You liked the bouquet from that drama we were watching, the one with the cousins- you know how it was like terrible and weirdly incest-“

“-Yes! Yes I know, Won.”

He sighed and smiled, “So I made you this.” Jungwon brought it out from his back and nervously darted his eyes between the flowers and your reaction. A soft smile crept up onto your eyes, a shade of pink painting your cheeks.

“Thank you Jungwon.”

You stepped towards him and took the bouquet, smelling them, eyes glittering.

“This is amazing. You’re way better than Tim.” Your heart thumped at his laughter, and Jungwon looks down to where you’ve slipped your fingers with his too smoothly, blushing like crazy. “And I’ll give you extra brownie points if you pay for my muffin, we’re going to the café.”

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#enhypen #enhypen fluff #fluff #enhypen x reader #enhypen imagine #enhypen fic #jungwon #jungwon fluff #jungwon x yn #jungwon drabbles #jungwon x reader #kpop

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bulbabutt · 11 months

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ok i wanna talk about tmnt 2007 and the way i think this is the best version of a leo and raph conflict, and also leo as a character

for context i've been talking about tmnt things kinda chronologically, so i'm gonna mention an unconditional understanding in 03 i bring that up in a previous post about that show and the family dynamics in it here if u want context for what i mean

i think this movie can really be appreciated for the place it has between adaptations, and the way character-wise everyone is more or less the same as they've always been but with a more interpersonal relationship as the focus. the main villain of this movie doesn't really matter, the conflict, the fights, that's not where the strength is (although, it is reflected in the conflict and ill get into that)

so tmnt 07 is one movie that kind of combines the 90s movies, 03, and mirage all in one place, and tonally is is similar to the show that will come after it, 12. if the 90s movies give us conflict between leo and raph, and 03 gives us the unconditional understanding between the two, 07 takes these two aspects and creates a story out of it. (debate in your own mind if this movie is a literal sequel to the 90s ones or not, its not that important)

the set up of this movie is we are in a post killing the shredder world. leo has been told by splinter to go get training elsewhere, there isn't much context for what happened to cause this, but i would bet its a similar cause to 03, where he had ptsd and lashed out at his father to which splinter sends him to his grandfather to get better advice than he thinks he can give him. the difference here is there is no grandfather hes sent to, he's sent on a journey of self discovery around the world to learn about it and himself.

the thing about leo as a character, and this goes for all leos, he's has a very black and white way of thinking. leo thinks he's been sent away because he's failing his family, that he's not a good enough leader. so he stays away for longer because he doesn't feel good enough. he finds a place where he can help and he does that. leo always needs a bad guy to fight, or else he's fighting his own demons. so he stays there for a long time. finding a place he can help quietly, never letting anyone see him, and becoming a legend to the locals because no one knows what's really going down.

april manages to track him down and tell him about whats going on with his brothers, how they're holding up without him and without being a team, and i think thats a good reminder for him that they miss him. he doesn't tell april but he finds a way home only after hearing about this. when he arrives and speaks to splinter, he says "i was so caught up in my own world i forgot about everyone else, i'm sorry i failed" he still doesn't feel like he's done anything of worth.

i'm gonna jump in here and say, you know how we all love rise raph? cuz hes the big brother and some traits that come from that are like being overprotective and taking on everyone else's problems and trying to handle emotions alone? well that's a trait thats usually leo's. but the difference with leo is sometimes that concept doesn't make you as likeable. sometimes it means you come off like a nagging mother hen who thinks they know best but in an arrogant way. sometimes it makes you mirror being a parent when no one asked you to be. leo's less of a passionate character than raph, hes more analytical and full of himself. he takes splinters lessons more seriously, and hes always trying to do whats best for everyone so they don't have to worry. this is something evident with 03 and 12, but its so specifically noticeable here because these traits make up the main conflict. i just want to bring that up so we start seeing leo as no different than some of our other favourite iterations.

splinter responds to his apology by saying "you owe me no apology, but perhaps you should talk to raphael, your absence has been particularly difficult for him, though he'll never admit it" but when leo greets him raph is brushing him off.

on raph's end, this is him being angry that leo left, and angry that hes back and everyone wants to pretend that he wasn't gone at all. as if the time he was gone didn't happen. hes lashing out because he too cant handle talking about these emotions. and hes lashing out by becoming a vigilante in his own right.

i see a lot of people misunderstand what raph is doing here, that "this is what the turtles always do" or "this is the same as what leo was doing how could he be mad" when that is not true. that's what casey does. its true that both leo and raph have been fighting bad guys on their own (as a way of dealing with their issues) but raphael has made himself a costume to disguise himself which means hes prepared to be seen. hes riding a motorcycle around, which is loud. this isn't stealthy, this is aggressive. his vigilante name is in the news. the turtles are ninjas, they silently help where they can and fade into the night and, very specifically, they work as a team. these turtles live in a dangerous world, what if something happened to him while no one else was around? they would never know because he never told anyone.

so raph is lashing out, and leo doesn't have a good way of dealing with it. he tries to slide back into being leader, doing what splinter says but he forgets how his brothers are, and with raph egging them on they get into fights they shouldn't. which leo specifically gets in trouble for, as the oldest brother, and as their leader. leo tries to be this better leader hes supposed to have learned to be, but it doesn't work and raph ends up back out there in his vigilante get up. leo tracks down said vigilante, and in his peak "leo knows best" moment, lectures him, not knowing its his brother. there's a scuffle, and the mask comes off. let me point out that casey knew this vigilante was raph but his own brother didn't, because leo has been gone that long.

so lets get into what this fight is really about. on the surface, its "wow you've been going out at night alone putting yourself in dangerous situations with no backup" and "so what you're just mad that i can do it without you" which leo would be right about. and this is the analytical leo, he really thinks that's all that's going on here. what hes missing is that raphael has missed him as a brother, and hes hurt that leonardo left and just came back no big deal. that he wants everything to be normal. raphael is always a character with big emotions and the only outlet he knows to express them is violence.

leo, who as we've established, went away to learn to be better for his family is angry that raph doesn't see that. he's mad raph doesn't appreciate the effort he went to, and he thinks he's just angry because he's not in charge. each brother sees the other as being arrogant.

this leads them to the big fight. no one can disagree that this is the best part of the movie (seriously watch the movie for this scene if you haven't seen it before) , but the real best part of it is that raphael wins. raph proves hes just as capable of a fighter as his brother, if not more-so. he uses those sais as they're supposed to be used, catching leo's swords and in a fit of rage he fucking breaks them, leaving leo defenceless and completely vulnerable to attack. you'd think he'd be smug that leo lost but he pauses, going through a lot of emotions in a moment, questioning what he's doing, why hes doing it. and leo finally looks his brother in the eye and sees raph going through something he didn't before, realizing raph hasn't been angry that he's back, but that he's angry that he ever left. they don't have a conversation, because raph cant handle all these emotions and he runs away, crying as he does. leo just watches him, taking it all in and realizing the error of his ways.

hearing leo scream turns raph around, but he's too late to help him, and this is where raph regrets his own actions because right then, leo is also proven right in his argument. because he gets kidnapped. if leo hadn't chased raph down, there is a very good chance that would have been raph being kidnapped. with no backup, with no one knowing what happened to him. that's why its important that the turtles are a team.

raph goes home full of guilt, and there's a good moment of showing how he cannot open up emotionally here, because he grunts, punches the wall, knocks over some weights and forces splinter to ask him what happened, because that's how raphael is. he laments to his father that he finally understands why leo is the better son, proving that to raph none of this was about their team, but about their family. conflating the two ideas in his head. splinter gives him a talk that mirrors what he said to leo when he returned earlier in the movie, encouraging him that he is a good son and brother. this shows that these brothers have very similar insecurities about their value to their family.

the rest of the movie plays out as you expect, they go save leo, they stop the bad guy, they reconcile and behave as the team they're supposed to be. but i just want to point out that the villains plot is mirrored in leo and raph's conflict. the 'villain' here is a brother who has been cursed to be immortal without his own siblings. for 3000 years he lived to regret his actions and decided to undo his curse, but he used the cursed stone versions of his siblings to do so. no communication, just thinking he knew better (which maybe he did) and lying about it. that caused them to lie to him right back, and try to overthrow him and destroy the world. this is just one family whose inner turmoil could have destroyed the world. you might say, oh that's not a very interesting turtles villain, but its not supposed to be. its not the focus.

this movie is all about the complicated relationship between a family, and i see so many people talk about it by trying to ask who's right and who's wrong. that's not how it works. life is more complicated than that, people are more complicated than that. its boring to look at this movie and just say "leo is wrong and raph is right" because that's not even how the characters see it. this movie is about leo and raph being mirrors of each other in their arrogance, in their insecurities, and in their stubborn pig-headed refusal to let the other know how they feel. splinter says as much at the start of the movie. this whole movie shows that without each other, they need to be fighting something so they don't get swept up by their own emotions, which they are both bad at processing. they are SUCH brothers. they are so similar emotionally, yet they have such a hard time understanding each other.

personally 07 leo is my favourite leo for his complexity, his flaws his strength, his growth. its sad we never got those sequel movies to get into the other brothers heads as much as we got into leo and raphs heads.

also nolan north and james arnold taylor gave the best vocal performances in this movie and they deserve all the credit for it.

#tmnt #tmnt 2007 #tmnt 07 #teenage mutant ninja turtles #07 leo #i will defend 07 leo to death does no one understand his autistic swag like i do #all leos are like this he just got to shine cuz the movie was ABOUT his and raphs issues #this has been in the drafts for a while and in the mind a LOT longer than that #sorry its long idek if thats all i have to say about him but CLEARLY its long enough #thoughts

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dancingdonatello · 2 years

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donnie x gender neutral reader

“In order to date me, you must pass a simple test.” Donnie held the paper vertically in two hands right in front of his chest.

You were in his lab, surrounded by his entire family who were spectating. It was nerve wracking, how they all smirked and eyed you up. It was as if they knew something you didn’t.

But you had studied. You had spent several hours reviewing math equations, practicing chemical equations, and of course, memorizing as much of Pi as you could. As long as you didn’t have to write a rhetorical analysis, you should be able to manage a low C.

Donnie cleared his throat, setting an egg timer at the desk you were sitting at. “You have an hour.” He set the paper in front of you along with a #2 pencil.

You looked down at the test and paused. You picked up the paper and flipped it over. Blank. You flipped it back over. There was only a single question, in all caps and italicized.

WHAT IS DONATELLO’S FAVORITE COLOR?

a) purple

b) blue

c) orange

d) red

Your first thought was that this was a trick but the more you tried to think about it, the more jumbled your thoughts became.

Leo saw your face and walked over, leaning over your shoulder to look at the test. “What?! Don, are you serious? This is way too easy!”

Raph and Mikey joined his side to look. Mikey gasped. “No… this is psychological torture.”

Donnie snorted, no doubt seeing the sweat beginning to form on your forehead. He said nothing.

His brothers were not helping you at all. Mikey was too loud, yelling, “Wait! Let me go get my pom poms!” before returning with thrmand shaking them in front of you. It was very distracting.

Then Leo was basically breathing down your neck to be able to watch every movement you made towards the paper. He’d hum and groan in disapproval each time you hovered over a color.

And lastly, Raph was trying to be encouraging, muttering advice next to you. But none of it made sense. You listened to him for a moment before you realized he was talking about pizza and car insurance.

You were full on sweating at this point and you had to pull at the collar of your shirt to catch a breeze. Which there were none. You were dying.

“Donnie, babe, can you please give me a hint?”

Donnie rose an eyebrow, not looking up from his phone. “Pet names are dating privileges, which you don’t have as last time I checked, you haven’t turned in your test yet. Also, no talking. There are tests still out.”

You buried your face into your hands. You really had to focus. Purple, blue, orange or red. It was easy. It had to be easy. But what if it was a trick? Or what if it was a trick to make you think it was a trick?

He had told you that Splinter had called them colors to remember them. Or something like that. If it was true, he could’ve held a grudge against the color purple because of that. But what if he became attached to it? He had really wanted that purple jacket the Purple Dragons had after all. But maybe… Oh, you were definitely going to have a headache after this.

You took a deep breath and picked up your pencil. You circled your answer.

“Oooh… are you sure about that, bud?” Leo tsked judgmentally, making you second guess yourself. You stood up and trudged over to Donnie. You shakily handed him the paper.

“Hmmm….” Donnie read it over. “Wow. Perfect score. 1/1.”

You gasped and Mikey jumped onto your back with a cheer. “You did it!”

“But—” your blood ran cold. “—you forgot to put your name. Unfortunately, that means I’ll have to take a point off. And of course, that also means you got a 0/1.”

You almost fell to your knees.

“But!” Donnie said again, holding up a finger. “There is extra credit available.”

“What is it?!”

The next day at school, while Donnie was hidden around a corner with his camera out and recording, you stuck your leg out and tripped Kendra.

#rise donatello x reader #donnie x reader #rise donnie x reader #rottmnt x reader #rottmnt fanfiction #donatello x reader #rottmnt #rottmnt x gender neutral reader #rottmnt x gn reader

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hunn1e-bunn1e · 8 months

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Naberius Kalego - "Parent Teacher Meeting"

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SHORT!

In which it's time for the first ever tri-monthly parent teacher meeting at Babylis and a certain teacher of the misfit class is all too happy to inform his students' parents of their performance. Or; In which Naberius Kalego's meets, Suzuki [Name], the biological father of Suzuki Iruma for the first time.

In this; Iruma's cannonical parents will instead be his biological mother and his step-father. Let's just say they have week on week off custody and Iruma never told him anything about the jobs he had to do. Reader has dark blue hair, like evil iruma, in this.

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"It's so nice to finally meet you Mr. Naberius; I hope my little iruma hasn't given you too much trouble."

The dark blue haired man, who looked strikingly similar to a certain troublemaking human demon, introduced himself as he gently shook Kalego's hand.

The two of them then sat down, [Name] at a chair pulled up in front of purple haired demon's deak and Kalego in the chair behind it. The demon sighed as he flipped open the student file that had been sitting on his desk since the last parent left.

"Oh! I almost forgot! I baked you and the rest of the staff some muffins; I felt that you were deserving of a reward for your hard work do here."

The saphire blue haired human gives a dazzling close eyed smile to Kalego as they present him a tupperware container full of muffins.

"Ah.... Well I— thank you Mr. Suzuki..."

The purplette, caught off guard, mutters as he gingerly takes the container into his hands and sets it off to the side on his desk before continuing on and getting to the point.

"We certainly have a lot to speak about regarding your spawn; that child is a troublemaker. First it was that forbidden spell at the orientation ceremony, then it was the fight with Asmodeus in the courtyard, then he caused a ruckus at the familiar summoning ceremony, then he stole from the shop tent in the cafeteria; and that's not even everything he did in the first week!"

Kalego growled through gritted teeth, his voice raising in volume with each word he spoke.

[Name] blinked in confusion, then slowly his eyes began to narrow. The aura he was putting out was dark and ominous as he tightly gripped the edge of the demon's desk, the wood beginning to splinter under the pressure. It made even Kalego, a member of the Naberius clan, flinch a bit.

"You're telling me.... Iruma stole? I taught him better than that! He's so in for it when I get back home—! Ah... Oh dear, I've gone and damaged your desk, please do forgive me Mr. Naberius, I have an awful temper."

The Saphire blue haired man quickly willed away his menacing aura and examined the desk, fretting over the damage he caused.

Kalego sweat dropped; of all things to be angry about, you zone in on the theft part? This was the Suzuki boy's father? He could see the similarities, sure, but they were just so.... different.

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evenmoreofadisaster · 4 months

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WE NEED MORE ACTOR AU WITH THE TMNT FANDOM.

One: You can’t do this you- (forgot lines) you can’t eat my CHURROS.

Two: IT WAS A ONE TIME THING-

Draxum: wait we had churros on set, holy cow no one told me this-!

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One: usagi..

Usagi: one..

….(silence)

Big mama in the bg: kiss god damnit

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Splinter: if I knew my sons were going to accept draxum as their temporary father figure-

Draxum: I am not temporary rat I am permanent!

One & two: YEAH! Toxic dad Woop Woop!

Splinter: temporary!

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Two: getting our make up done because Leo decided he wanted to make me cry today on set because he made me think he was literally about to die. Great start of the day :D

One: TAKE THAT MOTHER-

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Mikey, one, and Raph: super calafragalists, my ex be on some hoe shit-

Two: these bitches on drugs and we haven’t even made it half way into the season.

oh my god I love this au idea the blooper reel would be insane

#emd au #emd asks #emd incorrect quotes

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dotster001 · 1 year

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Pact Marks, Chapter Six of the Sheep Saga

Summary: it's the end of the exchange program, and you're wondering why no one told you your human form would have new tattoos...

A/N: been a while since I've done one of these, but for those of you who are new, you don't have to have read the other parts. Just know that MC is a sheep in the Devildom, and a human back home.

Chapters One Two Three Four Five

You were standing in front of your mirror, back in the human realm, just staring. After an hour of this, you decided to pull out your D.D.D. and text your boys.

Hey so was no one gonna tell me about the seven demonic tattoos I was gonna get in my human form?

The responses came even faster than expected.

Where's mine?!?!?

Send me a pic! 🩷

Incoming video call from Mammoney

Incoming call from Belphie

I bet Beel's is on your stomach 😂

Incoming call from Catan

Pick up the phone

How dare you decline a call from the Great Mammon!

You sighed and snapped a picture of Lucifer's mark on the back of your right hand, and sent it to the group chat.

Incoming call from Asmo

Incoming call from Mammoney

Incoming video call from Beelzebabe

You pulled down the collar of your shirt, exposing Mammon's mark right above your heart, took a picture, and sent it.

Lmao Mammon's a simp

Shuddup! I bet yours looks lame as hell. Mine looks swag.

Simp

You're just jealous cause I was first and got the best spot 😎

Voicemail inbox full

"God damnit," you muttered, deciding not to send any more pictures until they calmed down, and someone apologized for not telling you about the tattoos you now had to figure out how to cover up.

Incoming video call from Mr. Pride

You declined the call. If you did that in the Devildom, you would have probably been hung from the ceiling. But Lucifer wasn't here so…

Pick up.

I'm busy.

You just got there.

Pick up.

You ignored the text messages you were getting.

Incoming Video Call from King Himbo.

You hesitated a moment before ignoring the call from Diavolo. But he surely had better things to do than….

A portal opened up right behind you, and Diavolo, Barbatos, and Lucifer entered your tiny bedroom.

"So this is a human bedroom," Diavolo said, looking around the room in awe. "So fascinating!"

He gripped the edge of your bed too hard and it shattered into splinters.

"Oh, um I'll buy you a new one, ha ha," he said apologetically.

"Why are you guys here? What happened to 'exchange program is over, we might never see you again'?" You asked, a little too loudly, but they didn't seem to care.

"That was because we foolishly forgot how easy it was for one human to take down our entire government," Barbatos said with an eerie smile on his face. The chill in your bones got worse when Lucifer pointedly glared at you.

"Just show me the other marks, so I can take pictures of them for my idiot brothers."

You froze in place, not sure how you felt about three of the most powerful demons in all of existence standing in your bedroom just to take pictures of your tattoos.

"Also, how dare you decline mine and Lord Diavolo's calls?" Lucifer growled.

"Technically I didn't decline them, just ignored them…"

"Pact marks. Now."

With a pout, you lifted up your pant leg , showing Levi's mark wrapping around your leg. After the picture was taken, you lifted the back of your shirt to show Satan's mark on your upper back. This continued for Asmo's mark on your left hip bone, and the twins' marks intertwining on your right bicep.

"Thank you, was that so hard," Lucifer sighed, turning to go.

"There, exchange program over for real now, I'll send you a new bed frame soon," Diavolo said, making no move to actually leave.

"Young master," Barbatos said warningly.

"Can I not take advantage of this chance to explore the human realm with a human?"

"No, you promised you'd do your work after you saw the pacts," Barbatos said, pulling Diavolo through the portal with surprising strength.

The portal closed and you were left alone again. It took less than two minutes for your D.D.D. to start ringing and buzzing again. You turned it off.

....

Tag list- @leonia0 @eccedentesiast-sapphic @your-next-daydream

#obey me #obey me x reader #lucifer #om! diavolo #om! lucifer #diavolo #barbatos #om! barbatos

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cowboylor · 1 year

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nails

matty loves your nails (especially on his ****).

warnings: (18+) smut, handjob, light choking, teasing, overstimulation, zero format just vibes

wc: >1k

"You never told me you like my nails."

He's painfully hard under your touch. Your fresh manicure rests on his lower stomach, fingertips softly embedding into his abdomen as you straddle him.

With you, Matty is attentive to the little things. If you cut layers in your hair or if you tried a new mascara that made your eyes stand out—he was sure to notice. To tell you how beautiful you looked and somehow slip in there how lucky he was. Fresh sets are usually not an exception.

Initial confusion crosses his face, before glancing down at your hand—that's so conveniently close—and noticing the glistening polish. Understanding, he nods, letting out a breathy groan as you traced your nails down his navel and to his crotch.

"They're... very pretty, love."

You pout, pulling your hand away just before reaching his cock, deciding instead to examine your painted tips. He whines at the loss of contact, reaching for your wrist in a pleading manner.

"Baby—"

Ignoring him, you pick at your cuticles. "Tell me how much you love them."

His head drops back into the pillow. "Fuck's sake."

Matty wasn't naive. He knows what games you get off on, and teasing him to the point of agony was a part of it. You flex your fingers, fanning out your nails to put them on display for him.

Your eyes twinkle, and he can practically hear you saying: 'Go on then. Beg.'

And fuck—He knows when to beg.

Taking your hand and pulling it to his lips, Matty presses a kiss to your knuckles.

"Your nails look beautiful," He says, watching intently as he pulls your hand to his chest.

You relish in the warmth from his body, tracing the outline of his tattoo as he guides your hand.

"I love that—" He screws his eyes shut, stifling a throaty groan as your nails dig into his skin. "I love that color on you, baby."

Humming in appreciation, you drag your fingertips down his stomach, repeating your earlier pattern at a much steadier rate. Matty's breaths go ragged.

"Makes you look so—" He stammers as you slowly palm him. "Fuck, so angelic."

You smile teasingly. "Angelic?"

He nods, his response turning into a splinter of a moan as your fingers wrap around the base of his cock. You just about pounce on him for that sound alone.

You stroke him the way you know he likes. With a mild pace up and down his shaft, only pausing briefly to smear the bead of precum over his head with the pad of your thumb.

"So fucking angelic," You tut with his cock in your fist.

Matty throws his head back, opting to grip your hips tightly and anchor you to his thighs. Flushing pink all over, his fingers dig into the flesh of your hip, chanting your name like a prayer as pump him.

"Just like that," He pleads, brow furrowing.

Shifting your movement, you roll your hips at the mere sight of him whimpering, and jerking into the mattress with every stroke you decide to give him. He nearly falls apart when you reach out to slide your other hand around his neck and gently apply pressure to the base of it.

You pause briefly, eyes shifting away from your actions to look into his blown-out pupils: "Is this okay—"

His lips are on yours before you can get the words out. His, moaning into your open mouth and yours, biting into his bottom lip as you jerk him off. His lips are harsh; releasing suffocating moans from each of you until your mouth feels red and raw.

He's close. You know his is by the way his hips move to meet your quickening pace and how he whines against you every time your thumb tightly circles his head.

"I forgot to say thank you," You whisper into him, meanly. His body stutters as he throbs between your building fingertips, "I'm glad you like them."

Your name falls off his lips; repeatedly until you're leaning away from him to tighten your grip on his neck and he's coming hard into your hand. Sweat trickles down his chest and his eyes screw shut as you continue to palm him through the sensitivity.

The ache between your legs only worsens as you watch him come down from his high. You have the uncontrollable urge to trail rough kisses down to his navel just to get him to make those whines again. To ride him roughly—just how he likes—so he can say your name like you're the only one for him.

But then he's pulling at your hips, breathing heavily into your skin as he's guiding you up to his mouth. Still red in the face yet slightly more in control of himself, he mutters a gruff: "Get up here."

"Still begging," You tsk, your grin widening as he glares.

It only takes a harsh slap to your ass for you to let him manhandle you to his liking—until your cunt is hovering over his mouth and the corners of his mouth turn at the sight. His grip tightens to the point where you wince and your whole body grows warm.

"Sit on my face and we'll see who's begging."

#matty healy x reader #matty healy smut #matty healy imagine #the 1975 imagines #blurbs #*my writing #i figured out small text :)

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nightingaleofthemoonlight · 2 years

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Cassandra Jones

Alright hear me out. In the ROTTMNT movie, they introduced Casey Jones to us. Like he's from the future that came back from the past to stop the Kraang blah blah ...

But aren't you guys wondering why the boys even April and Splinter didn't recognize him?

What do I mean by that... Casey LITERALLY told them his last name.

"Hi. My name is Casey Jones and the reason why I have that photo and your tech... Is because YOU gave it to me but not yet... Because I'm from ... the FUTURE..."

Like seriously? Didn't they even recognized that he might even be related to Cassandra.

Till I started to questioned myself...

Did Cassandra even revealed her last name to the boys or even April?

At the last episode of ROTTMNT season 2, she didn't include her last name.. THAT'S what I thought at first till I rewatch that episode again...

She DID say her last name when she help Splinter but she didn't repeat it again when the boys appeared. She just said "My friends call me Casey"

So going back to the question WHY didn't they even recognized the similarities...

Here is a few reason as to why:

During their interrogation with Casey, they didn't bother with his name probably because they don't call Cassandra, 'Casey'. April calls her Cassandra but not Casey. That led me to believe that that's how they addressed her instead of Casey and probably one of the reasons why they didn't immediately recognized it

Why didn't Splinter recognized the last name since Cassandra basically screamed her full name? Probably because he is trying his best not to get his soul suck by Shredder. He might have heard it but maybe due to his emotions and Cassandra not bothering on repeating herself, he might have forgot about it.

So yeah... That's probably the reason why they were so shocked when Casey told them that Cassandra is his mom. And looking at Splinter's reaction, he might have to hammer his head because he knew he heard Casey Jones' name before...

Or it could be it's because the name is too common 🤣 I don't know 😂

#tmnt #tmnt leonardo #tmnt michelangelo #tmnt raphael #tmnt donatello #rise of the teenage mutant ninja turtles #rottmnt #teenage mutant ninja turtles #teenage mutant ninja turtle imagine #rise movie #rottmnt spoilers #rottmnt splinter #rottmnt casey jones #casey jones #cassandra jones

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purpleknight9k · 1 year

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April’s full name is April Alyssa O’Neil.

The turtles don’t have middle names. Being from Japan, where middle names are rare and not legally recognized except for foreigners, Splinter didn’t even consider the notion of giving the boys middle names. So, they were pretty surprised by the concept. Especially when April told them that when her mom uses her full name, it usually means she’s in trouble.

The upshot of this is that the boys have started giving each other random middle names when they’re annoyed at each other.

“LEONARDO LORENZO HAMATO, GET OUT OF MY LAB!”

“EW! RAPHAEL WORLDWIDE HAMATO, STOP LEAVING YOUR GROSS GYM SOCKS EVERYWHERE!”

“MICHELANGELO MCGILLICUDDY HAMATO, YOU FORGOT TO START THE DISHWASHER!”

“DONATELLO WINIFRED HAMATO, PUT THOSE LIVE SCORPIONS BACK WHERE THEY CAME FROM OR SO HELP ME”

#rottmnt #rottmnt michelangelo #rottmnt donatello #rottmnt leonardo #rottmnt raphael #rottmnt april

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taffycandyqt · 4 months

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Hi I was wondering if you could do tmnt 1987 Donnie x a fem trad goth reader and he’s just enamored with her and his brothers are just confused asf as to why a “vampire” is dating their brother

OMG YES! there is a severe lack of 87' content in the TMNT fanbase and it makes me sad. Not to mention I dress goth occasionally so this request got me really excited!

Who in the Halloween is That?!

87' Donatello x fem trad goth reader

Fluff, crack

Donnie Brings his goth girlfriend to finally meet his family. His brothers are happy for him but Donnie is a little to enamored with his girl to realize that they're also a little concerned.

Donatello and you have been dating for a little more than three months. He had been out on a mission to find a missing part for his next invention when you instantly caught his eye with your unique style. You were an employee where he was looking and he was fascinated by your choice in clothing, it was so different than anything he had seen before. So he approached you. And with the confidence of a shy fangirl meeting her celebrity crush, asked you if you knew where he could find what he was looking for.

You, of course, helped him find it but right before you went on your way, he complemented your outfit and asked you out. Then the rest is history. There were a couple of things to smooth out as with all relationships, but you guys were a match made in heaven.

Now, you both were at a place in your relationship where Donatello felt like it was finally time to introduce you to his family. He actually introduced you to April first, to ease you into it. She was surprised to say the least but really happy for you guys. Honestly, she was proud of him.

Nows not the time to reminisce however. Not while your sitting at a table with Donatello's family staring at you like your the mutant.

"Umm, Donatello, who's this again?" Raphael said gesturing to you.

"I'll introduce you all in a minute, I want everyone to be here so let's wait for Master Splinter." Donatello replied as he was setting the table.

Leonardo sat down next to Raphael as Michelangelo brought out the pizza and sat it in front of the others. Michelangelo side eyed you curiously but looked back fast once you noticed.

Safe to say, it was a little awkward.

When Master Splinter entered the room he greeted you and then sat down and situated his sushi. Once everyone was seated the began to eat. Donatello quickly snatched you a slice before it all went missing. You smiled at him as a quite 'thank you' and he smiled back.

"So, gonna introduce us to your new bud Donatello?" Michelangelo flopped his pizza around to gesture before punctuating his sentence with a large bite.

"Yes!" He answered, almost like he forgot, "Everyone, this is Y/N L/N, my girlfriend."

Everyone except Splinter choked on their food at the sudden news.

"G- girlfriend?" Leonardo coughed out.

"Since when did you have a girlfriend Donatello?" Raphael questioned.

"Well we've been together for a couple of months and-"

"Months?! And you never told us?!" Michelangelo interrupted.

"Well I'm telling you now aren't I?" Donatello crossed his arms.

"Now my students, relationships are a complicated thing. They take time and Donatello and y/n have decided to tell us when they felt the time was right." Splinter explained, "It is good to meet you. I am glad my son was able to find someone that brings him happiness."

"Thank you. I'm glad I get to finally meet all of you." You said.

After that the dinner became much more comfortable and you enjoyed the conversations you were able to strike up with Donatello's family.

After dinner, Donatello wanted to give you a tour around the lair and show you some of the inventions in his lab. Master Splinter decided to leave them be and meditate in his room while the rest of the brothers congregated in the living room per Michelangelo's request.

"Okay dudes, I know how this is gonna sound, but I need you to listen to me here."

"Just get on with it Michelangelo." Raphael responded, already wishing he could watch his comedy skits on the television.

"Donatello's girlfriend is a... VAMPIRE!" Michelangelo emphasized by raising his arms.

"A vampire. Really."

"I'm serious dudes!"

"Michelangelo, I get that y/n might dress a little differently but that's no reason to assume that shes a vampire."

"It's true! Let me show you!"

Michelangelo began to pull out their movies and display the covers of each.

"Observe, exhibit A. 'The Vampire Girlfriend', the vampire dates her prey to not only to eat him but to get access to more meals through his family!"

"Oh, oh no Michelangelo! I think your right! Not!"

"Come on Michelangelo a movie?"

"Wait theres more! Exhibit B. 'The Vampire Alien Next Door', the vampire comes off as a friendly person to gain their neighbors trust before they suck their blood!"

"Again, Michelangelo, it's just a movie!"

"Do any of these 'vampires' even dress like y/n?"

"Pay attention mi amigos! Exhibit C. "Attack of the Goth Vampire Clan'."

Leonardo and Raphael studied the cover before looking at one another.

"Whelp, I'm convinced." replied Raphael.

"Yup, that's pretty solid evidence." Leonardo agreed.

"So dudes, now that we all see the truth, the question is, how do you expose her?" Michelangelo asked.

"Well we can't just let her stay with Donatello." Leonardo answered, "We will need separate them."

"Okay, how are we gonna do that fearless leader?"

"I'm thinking," Leonardo responded, "I got it! Michelangelo, break the oven!"

"What?! No way dude, how are we gonna make pizza!"

"Don't destroy it, just, ya know, break it a little so Donatello has to come in and fix it. That way we can distract him long enough to test y/n."

"Okay, sure sure." Raphael nodded along, "but now my question is, how do we test y/n?"

"Oh don't you worry brother of mine, I have a great idea." Michelangelo smiled.

"I don't know Donatello, I think one of your brothers was glaring at me during dinner." You weren't sure what to think, they all seemed to like you just fine except the one. It made you nervous to think one of his brothers didn't like you.

"Oh that's ridiculous, my family loves you! And I mean, how could they not? Your amazing!" Donatello saw nothing but smiles and good food. To him it felt like you belonged there. How could one of his brothers not see that?

"I guess." You sighed, you love Donatello but he tends to wear rose colored glasses when it comes to you. It's caused a few minor spats in the past, but nothing that wasn't easily fixable. Overall, though, it was pretty good for your selfesteem. You've never felt more like a catch in your entire life.

"Hey, don't worry okay? If one of them really doesn't like you I'm sure it just because they haven gotten to know you yet! They'll see how wonderful you are with time. So don't stress okay?"

You couldn't help but smile at your sweet boyfriend. Gosh, you loved him so much.

"Yeah, your probably right."

"I usually am. Now that that's been settled, let me show you the Turtle Van! It's my prized invention and I've wanted to show it to you for forever!"

And with that you were lead along and shown every beep and gizmo that the Turtle Van had to offer. Your boyfriend's creativity and ingenuity never ceased to amaze you.

"And if you just put your hand here-" Donatello moved you hand to a small scanner, "there! Now your hand print has been entered into the vans main frame. You should have access to all it's central controls." As he turned back to you it donned on him just how close the two of you were. Donatello blushed as he gave you some space.

"A- anyways I, uh."

"Donatello! Duuude! I need some of your brains amigo!" called Michelangelo from another room.

You and Donnie left the van to stand at the door way of his lab.

"Does it haft to be me?" Donatello yelled down the hall. This was the first time you had been in the lair. Can't he relish on you presence in peace?

"Afraid so compadre! Your the only one who can fix the busted oven!"

"Oh for the love of-" Donatello rolled his eyes, "looks like Michaelangelo broke something again. It may not be the most interesting thing in the world but we can still talk while I fix the oven if you want."

"Sounds good to me!" You reply. In all honesty you enjoyed watching him work. It was something that made him happy, and how could you to be upset with a happy turtle.

As you entered the kitchen you sat at the table while Donnie inspected the damage.

"Is it bad?"

"No, it shouldn't take me too long to fix this."

"That's a RELIEF." Michelangelo responded putting extra emphasis on 'relief'.

Donatello got to work while you asked him to tell you what happened. He loved explaining the technical stuff to you.

"I said. THAT'S A RELIEF!"

Donatello paused, "Yes Michelangelo, we heard you the first time."

"Oh, ummm. Y-yeah dude. Sorry." Michelangelo then turned to the doorway of the kitchen and gave Raphael and Leonardo a look.

"What does that bozo expect us to do?" Raphael whispered, "She wasn't supposed to follow him!"

"We'll just have to carry on with the plan anyways." Leonardo shrugged.

Raphael sighed but continued anyways.

"Look at this neat new necklace I found Leonardo!" He faked as he walked into the room.

"WOAW Raphael! That's amazing, what's it made of?"

"Oh you know, just garlic woops!" as Raphael pretended to slip he made sure to throw the garlic so it landed on you.

"Oh my goodness!" All three of them turned to look at you, "Are you okay? Your not hurt are you?"

You stood up and pulled the garlic off as you hurried to Raphael's side.

"What's going on?" Donatello stood up and surveyed the situation in the kitchen, "is everyone okay?"

"Uhhhh, yeah yeah. How are you y/n, sorry that garlic got you, hehe." Raphael rubbed the back of his neck and tried not to act suspicious.

"It's fine, it's just garlic. Your the one who slipped flat on your face."

"I'm okay, don't worry about it." Raphael waved you off.

"Why did you have a thing of garlic in the first place Raphael?" Donatello asked.

"Oh, uh... I... just... found, it."

"Oh. Would you like help washing them then?" You offered.

"Uhhhhh, s- sure."

"Okay!" Your turned and went back to where you had let the garlic fall. Donatello gave his brothers a weird look but continued on with the oven.

"There has to be another way!" Michelangelo exclaimed.

"She touched the garlic Michelangelo, what Vampire can touch garlic?!"

"Maybe that's something the movies just added to give them another weakness." He responded, not willing to except that you weren't a vampire.

"Michelangelo, I think its time to give this a rest. Y/n being a vampire is a little ridiculous." Leonardo placed his hand on Michelangelo's shoulder.

"No dudes! I can prove it, this time for sure!"

"Here we go." Raphael rolled his eyes.

It didn't take long for Donatello to fix the oven. After he did he led you back to his lab so you both could spend some time together.

"I also wanted to give you this!" Donatello handed you a hand held device designed like a turtle shell.

"Thank you! ... What is it?"

"It's a Turtle Comm! Each of us have it and all our friends too, now you have one! I didn't want to give it to you before because it contacts through an interconnected line. I didn't want anyone thinking you stole one of our Turtle Comms. But now you can contact me directly at the click of a button if you need anything."

"Wow! Thank you Donatello, it's amazing!"

"Oh it's nothing I-" you cut him off with a kiss on the cheek.

"I-I-I, um, oh, well, I-"

"Oh Donatello. You got a minute?" Raphael asked as he knocked on the labs entrance.

Both you and Donatello jumped a little bit but you weren't to startled. You put your hands in front of you as you looked anywhere but Raphael, you hoped that he didn't see you do that.

Donatello on the other hand sighed and turned to his brother, not to pleased with the constant interruptions.

"Does it have to be right now?" he asked.

"Hey listen. I'm just checking to see if this is y/n's." As he said this Raphael shoved a cross necklace in your face. Why he had to do the brunt of the work for these plans, he had no idea. He just wanted to get it done quickly.

Donatello separated Raphael from you, as he was in your personal space, and turned to you.

"Is it yours y/n?" He asked.

"No I don't think so."

"Great, so Raphael, you can-"

"Well in that case y/n, you can have it." Raphael said as he tossed it to you, "It doesn't belong to any of us and finding the original owner in New York of all places is out of the question."

"Oh. Thank you, I guess?" You had caught the cross and looked at it. It want anything special, just a regular silver cross on a cheap necklace chain.

"Well I'll leave you two be." and with that he winked at Donatello and left the lab.

"There Michelangelo, she held the cross with both hands and nothing."

"She's still a vampire dudes I'm sure of it!"

"You get one more test to convince us Michelangelo. Then Raphael and I are done and you put this whole vampire thing behind you and be happy for Donatello."

"And if she is a vampire?"

"Let em' date." answered Raphael.

"WHAT!?"

"Unless she wants to suck his blood, right?" Leonardo questioned.

"Obviously."

"My turtles, what are you doing?"

"Michelangelo over here thinks that Donatello's new girlfriend is a vampire and has had Leonardo and I running around with him trying to prove it."

"I see. And what is your basis for this assumption Michelangelo?"

"It's because- OH! Master Splinter do you mind if we borrow your long mirror? It's the only one in the lair that can we move and everybody knows that vampires don't have reflections!"

"Hm." He thought for a moment, "Yes. But if you would wait my students. I have some business to attend to before I can lend it to you."

"But sensei! Time is of the essence!"

"And patience is a virtue."

"Okay my sons, here is the mirror." Splinter hands Michelangelo his long mirror. He had informed them before that he would like stay to make sure they don't break it. So that's what led Splinter, Leonardo, Raphael, and Michelangelo hiding in the living room waiting to jump y/n.

"Donatello! Can you come here for a minute? I need a sparring partner to practice my katas but Raphael and Michelangelo are busy!"

"Sorry Leonardo, but I'm busy too!" He called back.

"Please Donatello! It's only one move, it shouldn't take too long!"

It was quite for a little bit and that's when they heard foot steps.

"-but what are katas?" They heard you ask.

"Oh it's a typ-"

"AHA!" Michelangelo said as he jumped out of his hiding spot to put the mirror in front of y/n. As he looked at the mirror there was very clearly no reflection.

"I TOLD YOU DUDES, LOOK! NO REFLECTION, SHE IS A VAMPIRE!"

"Wait what?!" Raphael said as he and Leonardo ran to take a look at the mirror.

"It seems your intuition was correct my son." Splinter told him.

"Yes, it seems it was." You said menacingly, "And now that you know, I hope your aware that I can't leave you alive."

"Wh-what are you saying y/n?!" Donatello exclaimed.

"It's been fun Donatello, but a girls gotta eat." You lunged at him and his brothers were all to slow to stop you before you reached him.

You wrapped your arms around his neck and started...

laughing?

Both you and Donatello were laughing.

"Umm, dude, most people scream when they're being attacked by a vampire." Michelangelo said, stunned and very confused.

"Uhh, Michelangelo, look in the mirror." Leonardo instructed.

"Dude nows not the time for-" as he turned around to face Leonardo he saw that he didn't have a reflection either.

"Wh-what?"

"Is Michelangelo a vampire too?!" Asked Raphael still freaked from the whole ordeal.

"No my students. When you told me about your belief in y/n being a vampire, I took the mirror you wanted to use to Donatello. I informed them of the situation and what you planned on doing."

"We decided to have a little fun since you've all been pulling our legs all day. I switched the mirror out of the frame with a screen. I uploaded a scan of the entire lair and programed it to simulate a reflection of the spaces based on its positioning. However because it is a screen projecting a pre-performed scan, instead of reflecting light, no one standing in front of it would have a reflection." Donatello explained.

"Then all we had to do was implement a bit of expert acting and you were fully convinced!" You finished.

The three of them stood there stunned.

"S-so you really aren't a vampire?" Michelangelo asked.

You held up a compact mirror to your face and angled it towards Michelangelo so he could see your reflection.

"No, I'm really not." You smiled.

"My students, let this be a lesson to you on judging someone based on appearances. In some cases it is necessary for your safety. However, for most situations, especially one like this, it is important to give someone the chance to demonstrate the content of their character before jumping to conclusions on who or what they are."

"You're right sensei. Y/n, I'm sorry, I guess I just got too caught up in my movies."

"We're sorry too." Raphael started.

"We didn't believe you were a vampire as much as Michelangelo did but we still contributed to his antics." Leonardo finished.

"Aww, that okay guys. You aren't the first people to think I'm a vampire though, so don't worry about it." You told them, "Though usually the people who think so are around the age of five."

"Well that makes sense, Michelangelo stopped maturing after age five!" Raphael snarked.

"Hey! I am very mature!"

"Now Michelangelo, you shouldn't repeat everything you hear on TV!"

"THAT'S IT COME HERE!"

Michelangelo began to chase Raphael.

"OH BOY, television really is making today's youth more violent!"

"WHY I OUTTA!"

As the kept running around Leonardo turned back to you.

"I do hope that this first impression doesn't scare you off. We're glad your here and want you to know that your always welcome in our home."

"Oh don't worry about it, it's totally fine. But thank you." You smiled at him then turned to Donatello and grabbed his hand, "I should probably go home now though, I told my parents I was at a friend's house and it's getting close to when they want me home. Can't have them calling her house, afterall you have yet to meet my family."

"Oh boy." Donatello nervously chuckled in response. That would definitely be an adventure for another day.

------------------------------------------------------------ This took me so long but I really like it! The dialogue might be a bit fast paced but it think it's still fun. One good thing about writing for 87' is that a lot of the humor in the series is derived from ridiculous situations and things that don't make sense. So it was pretty easy to come up with situations for this one because it didn't need to make logical sense🤣🤣

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Can you write a story of ROTTMNT: Bubble Bath for Raphael and Michael?

ROTTMNT: Bubbles

Tot Mikey rushes to Raphael with two towels in hand.

“Raphie, Raphie!” The box shell throws the towel in his big brother’s face. “It's bath time! You coming?”

“Yeah!” Though, as he takes hold of the towel, he can’t stop his hand from shaking. “Y-Yeah..”

“Raphie?” Michael bends down in front of the couch. “Are you ok?”

“Y-Yeah! Let’s go.” With a twitch in his smile, the two head to the bathroom. However, the nervous look on Raph’s face didn’t fade.

“Raphie?” Mikey trots beside his brother, eyeing the towel the little turtle gave being squeezed. “Do you not like that towel?”

He then steps in front of the snapping turtle, spreading his towel with little duckies on it.

“Do you want mine instead?”

Raph sighs, casting his gaze on the wall.

“It’s not the towel.”

“Oh..” Feeling a tad disappointed by his misjudgment, Mikey hides himself behind the towel.

With an uncomfortable silence, they let the bathtub fill with water.

Noticing his big brother getting stiffer and stiffer with each drop into the tub, it clicked in the little turtle’s mind.

“Oh! It’s the water?”

With a full body jolt, Raph’s movements become almost robotic. He turns his head slowly.

“O-Of course not! We’re turtles! Being scared of water is not possible! And stupid! And-“

Mikey’s piercing gaze cuts the lies short.

“And.. I’m scared of water, alright?! Happy?!” With a grumble, the big turtle plops down in front of the tub.

Mikey tilts his head “Why?” Is all he could think of to ask.

The big turtle deflates. “Remember swimming lessons with dad?”

“Yeah?”

“Leo pushed me underwater for a few seconds. I forgot to hold my breath and-“ Raph brings his knees in close hugging them to his chest. “I thought I was gonna drown.”

“Oh.” The small turtle looks back and forth between his big brother and the tub. “But this is a tub, Raphie! Not sewers!”

The snapping turtle lets out a pitiful laugh.

Raph shakes his head “It doesn’t matter, it’s still water.”

“Fine! I’ll show you!” The orange turtle grips Raphael’s wrist and pulls him upright. Testing the water, Mikey leans forward to close the faucet and jumps in the tub.

“See? Safe!” Michael smiles brightly. “Your turn!” He pets the surface of the water.

“I.. I can’t. What if I drown for real? Splinter isn’t here to help.” Raphael rubs the side of his arm.

An idea strikes the little tot. “Oh! I know!” Rummaging to the supplies for the bath, Mikey pulls out a bottle and adds it to the water. “Bubbles!” He keeps kneading the bottle. “More! More!”

“Whoa, buddy!” Wanting to take the bottle from Michael’s hands, he’s met with a cheeky grin. The orange turtle releases the bottle and grips his big brother’s wrist instead.

“Wah!!” With a mighty pull, Raph crashes into the bath with a loud sploosh.

“MIKEY!” He yells when he resurfaces. “I told you not to-!“

“Hehe~!” Like a shark peeking above the surface, Mikey stares at Raph.

“Why are you looking at me like that.” Raphael shoots back a disgruntled glance.

The box shell stands upright in the tub, pointing victorious at his brother.

“You’re in the water and not drowning!” Letting his hands rest on his sides, he huffs proudly with his chin to the sky. “You’re welcome!”

“Pfft!” Raphael snorts. “Ok, ok, you did it. You got me.”

“And look!” Mikey dives underwater for five seconds. With a big splash, he comes back up. Neither Raph nor the floor was spared from the flood of water that came with him.

“I teach ya how to hold breath now~!”

Raphael’s voice changes to a higher pitch. “Yeah, maaaaybe next time?” He snickers sheepishly.

“Okay! I’ll show ya a few more times!” A sparkle of confidence appears in Mikey’s eyes.

“Thanks, Mike.”

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