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Silver Balls- Eisuke Ichinomiya (NSFW)

The story of an undrunken Eisuke getting controlled and commanded by his drunken girlfriend! This is my first smut on Tumblr, and I’m sure there’s some scope for improvement. Readers and followers, if you wish to suggest areas for improvement, feel free to message me! 😁


It was Christmas Eve, and the Penthouse was beautifully decorated, complete with the huge Christmas tree and gold and silver colored decorations. _____, boyfriend Eisuke and the other bidders were having a really good time with all the food and drinks……until….

She got horribly drunk, no sorry, was gotten horribly drunk by two huge criminals – Ota and Baba. She started swirling the champagne bottle, as her dopamine levels scooted high and higher; so high that she could not keep herself from stumbling and falling. After stumbling two times over the sofa and falling thrice on an extremely annoyed Eisuke, she sat quietly in her place.

“How dare you get her so drunk?!” Eisuke asked Ota and Baba furiously.

“Not our fault. You are the one who came late. Else you would’ve stopped her. Or maybe us.” Baba replied with a wink.

“Yesssss…..Eiiiiisukkeeeee, it’s…it’s not…their fault at….all…haha!!” she said, laughing a bit and taking another sip from the almost empty champagne bottle in her hand.

“Oh god _________! You’re terribly drunk, let’s go back to our suite.” He snatched the bottle from her hand while the others giggled.

“Nooooo Eisukeeeee pleaseeeeeee lemme drink some moreeeee….”

“Not at all! Cummon now!” he said sternly, trying to get her off the sofa.

Just the Ota’s phone rang. And that’s when the huge disaster of the evening took place.

All my friends are Heathens, take it slow….Wait for them to ask you who you know….

Please don’t make any sudden move; you don’t know the half of the abuse…”

 

The ringtone played on. Ota kept the phone aside, when _____ got up from her seat and started singing,

“Yes my man’s an asshole, takes it slowwww…..”

Eisuke stared at her, bewildered, body frozen, and eyes wide with shock. The other bidders looked more than amused at this.

“Woo hoo _______. That’s so nice! Keep going!!” Ota cheered while Baba and Mamoru laughed.

“Yes my man’s an asshole, takes it slowwww……

Wait for him to ask…me….where to fuck!

Please don’t make any s…s…sudden moooveee……

You don’t know….haha….he’s got nice balls too!” she sang, much to Eisuke’s dismay. He stood where he was mouth slightly agape.

“Oho Eisuke….the kid sings like…hella well!” Mamoru commented.

“I never knew she had it in her!” Soryu said, with a mischievous smirk which earned him an angry glare from Eisuke.

“_______, stop that please.” Eisuke said getting up and pulling her towards their suite.

“Naawwwww Eisuke, bad boyyyyyy!!!” she slurred and got away from him, moving back until she stumbled and hit the Christmas tree. Thank goodness she was drunk; else the tree would have been down upon her. But what happened now was the worst. Or the future best. The small force caused a few decoration balls to fall off the top of the tree and ____ managed to catch some of them. She started giggling, formulating more incoherent words for putting into the song.

“Yes my man’s an asshole takes it slowww…..

He’s got great balls like these silver balls….!” she sang, squeezing the balls in an absolute vulgar manner, causing the bidders to laugh even more; whereas Eisuke grew red. She continued taking that as a token of appreciation….

“Yes my man’s an asshole takes it sloww…..

He’s got great balls like these silver balls….!

He don’t care, what time it is, which room…..!

He once fucked me on the table toooo!!”

That was the end of it for Eisuke. Face redder than a tomato, he forcefully pulled _____ and dragged her towards their suite.

“Heyyy Eisukkkiiiieee lemmmee sinnggg….Eisukeee you asshole!!” she whined constantly and tried to escape his grasp.

“Cummon Eisuke let us hear her sweet voice.” Baba said grinning.

“Shut up! Just shut up, okay!!” Eisuke said, out of sheer embarrassment.

“Heyy cummon _______, tell us more about what he does.” Ota said.

“Oh yes….he once put a cheesecake on my….-“she started again, but Eisuke cut her off immediately.

“No ________, no! You aren’t going to say a word after this!” he shouted, opened the door and pushed her inside, hearing the amused laughs of the others as he did so.

“Yes Eisuke…you’re an asshole…!”

Eisuke sighed. It irritated him to have such vulgar things about him heard by others; more because they came from _____’s mouth. But ______ was certainly in mood for some fun. She pulled him by his tie and both of them fell back onto the bed.

“What the hell are you doing?” he asked, trying to get up and push her away. But she pulled him back against herself and started kissing his jaws and neck.

“____, please stop this and go to sleep.” Eisuke tried to stop her, but failed. She straddled his torso and started kissing his lips, her eyes showing a sense of roguery. Eisuke froze. Just what was happening? The hell was this drunken woman up to?! When did she become so damn bold?! And so utterly shameless?! His hands rested on her waist, temporarily allowing her advances; until his neurons got back into function. He started kissing her back, clearly tasting the remnants of champagne on her lips. _____ moved her hands up and down his chest, thighs and upper arms. He started pulling the zip of her dress when she smacked his hand.

“Ouch…”

“Bad boy, very….bad…boy…Eisuke!” she scolded and got off him. He tried to hold her back by her wrist but she shook him off anyways.

“What are you upto baby? You get me this hot and now you’re leaving?” he said, the annoyance apparent in his voice.

“Who said I was leaving, huh?” she replied stumbling a bit, but gaining balance. Before Eisuke could open his mouth to say anything further, quick as a flash, she took off her dress and threw it off in a random direction. Surprise for him. Eisuke-0, ____-1.

His literally stared at her, pupils dilated and mouth dry. And he would be lying if he said ‘he wasn’t thrilled’or ‘this is nothing!’ Never had _____ been so bold. If she had, then he’d definitely not seen it. But oh god, she did look sexy, so sexy that he wouldn’t mind chaining her to the bed and having his way with her; roughly.He looked like a hungry, horny wolf, which hadn’t mated since months and was seeing a potential mate for the first time. He propped himself up, ready to take off his own clothes, but she pushed him and straddled him once again. “Bad boys don’t get their candy….so soon!” she said, biting her lip seductively. She grinded her hips and he groaned.

“____, I swear stop it!” he growled in a low tone. This further amused the inebriated girl. She pulled Eisuke’s hands above his head and held them there, surprisingly with a lot of strength. Eisuke tried breaking the constraint so that he could teach his little vixen how to behave, but all in vain. She was stronger than he’d expected. This display of strength was new for him. He never knew a drunken woman could be this strong.

“____, do you know what effect doing this can have?” he asked, raising a brow. He was trying his best to be patient. He didn’t want to have rough sex with her in a drunken state. But this goddamned woman was driving him crazy; he doubted if he could further contain the hungry inner beast.

“I’ve know ya for quite sometime ‘suke. And I just know what all you can do!” she cooed, with a smirk. Unzipping his trousers, she pulled them down, along with his expensive black Emporio Armani boxers, revealing something far more precious- his heated erection.

“Looks like someone’s yearning for  friction…..” ____ said, licking her lips. Eisuke gulped as the remaining blood from his head, rushed downwards. He was caught in a spell, a sexy spell that she had cast on him. She flicked his erection.

“Ow heck!” he almost shouted. _____ giggled. “Please don’t do that….it hurts…”

She did it once again, harder this time. “Fuck!” he shouted, “Stop it you damn woman!” She laughed wickedly. Eisuke Ichinomiya was under he control tonight. So were his Silver Balls. She finally released his wrists and pulled his trousers and boxer off his legs. Eisuke looked at her, secretly anticipating her next move. She looked into his eyes and slid herself down his body, until her face came in contact with his cock.She gave it one slick lick.

“Ahhh….”Eisuke groaned lightly. She slowly took his entire cock into her mouth and started sucking on it.

“Oh -fuck……!” he moaned, kicking his right leg hard. Despite of how cold, narcissistic and oblivious he appeared on the outside, he hated to admit, he was sensitive down there. And _____ was driving him crazy. She was his personal Achilles’ heel. She was the only one who could make him vulnerable; while being so vulnerable herself.

“Ah…ah…._________! Oh god please!” he moaned, running one his hands through ________’s hair.

She smiled. He was helpless and she’d made him like that! It was good to see Eisuke Ichinomiya lose control once a while. She redoubled her efforts and sucked harder.

“Fuckkk…….” he growled. Eisuke’s hands were now free but he couldn’t even move. His head was buried into the pillow and his eyes rolled back into his brain. She had brought out the most vulnerable, sensitive and weak him. Someone whom the others won’t ever believe to be Eisuke Ichinomiya.

“________….I’m there, I’m t-there!” he roughly breathed out. And ______ stopped her caresses. Just as he was about to cum.

“What…..why?” he asked, his eyes holding an expression of longing in them.

“Bad boy Eisuke, you have to admit some things today.” she said, winking at him.

Eisuke furrowed his brows. Him? Admitting things? As if…..

“Me?” he questioned.

“Yes baby boy. YOU.” she said, “Firstly, admit it that you….are…an…asshole.

“What? NEVER!” he said defiantly. She took his cock out of her mouth and looked up at him, batting her eyelashes.

“_____ no fair. Don’t stop please!” he begged.

“Admit it then.”

“No! No! Never!” he said, with a smirk.

“No? Really?” she said, kissing his balls, blatantly paying no attention to his erect member, which desperately needed friction.His smirk immediately disappeared. Eisuke was too tired, too embarrassed to stroke himself. Rather, he was still in shock, as far as her boldness was concerned. He wanted this. He wanted this badly. Wanted to reach his high. He wanted her body. Setting aside all his pride, for the first and perhaps the last time, he said, “Yes _____, yes. I admit that I’m an asshole.”

She smiled and started sucking him again as a reward. He gave out a satisfied moan.

“Number two. Admit it that you are…actually…liking this!” she said

“Yes! Yes! I like this! I like this so damn much!” he moaned.

“Third, admit it that you consider each and every inch of yourself as mine”

“Ah….ah….yes…oh _______, Yes!” he shouted, nearing his high again.

“Now beg for it.”, _____ said, sucking harder.

“I…ah….d-don’t just beg….oh!” he said, moaning in reflex.

“So you won’t eh?” she said coyly and sucked him the hardest she could.

“Fuck yes! Aahhh….I want you please! _____, I want y-you so bad!” he almost screamed in pleasure. That was it for Eisuke. He couldn’t take anymore of the teasing. THIS was what he did to ______ everytime. He made her beg. He made her moan and writhe helplessly. He made her scream in desperation and ecstasy. But today, that privilege was not on his cards. He was under her control.

______ left Eisuke’s cock and straddled him once again. He opened his eyes and looked into hers, wondering why she’d stopped inspite of him having put up with her demands. She let her lips find his while he hugged her flush to his still clothed chest.

“Take me”, she asserted.

She was willing to give herself to him. She was being incredibly susceptible, inspite of knowing Eisuke could punish her in the worst way. That was LOVE for Eisuke. He kissed her and shifted her to his side, opening his shirt buttons whilst never taking it off. Positioning his hardness at her wet entrance, he slowly pushed in. Spooning was something Eisuke had never tried. But heck, it felt amazing! Eisuke’s thrusts were short, yet passionate. His face buried in the crook of ______’s neck.

“Suki….suki….ahhhh….Eisuke! I’m close!” she screamed.

“Ah baby, I’m close too”, Eisuke moaned along. Every time his cock entered her, it made a weird and erotic squelching sound, which added to their combined arousals.

“Eisuke…please!!! I’m cumming!”

“Hah…wait for me baby..ah!”

“Ahh no, I c-can’t take it E-Eisuke, please!”

“Yes baby…..”

“Suki…EISUKE!!”, _____ screamed loudly as she came.

“Fuck _____!!”, Eisuke groaned into her ears as his orgasm shook his core, his hips coming to a steady halt after the final few thrusts. Finally, coming so hard was worth every bit of the teasing! Both of them tried to catch their breaths as their arousal seeped out of _____.

“Eisuke, baby are you okay?” she asked as she turned to face him.

“Yeah” he managed to say through his harsh pants, “that was amazing ____!”

_____ blushed a bit.

“Seems that her high is wearing out”, thought Eisuke.

“I love you Eisuke”, ____ said, giving him small pecks across his jaws and collarbones. Eisuke propped himself on his elbows and took off his blazer and shirt, both of which were horribly creased and drenched with sweat. ____ pulled the comforter on their warm bodies. Today had been amazing for both of them. Eisuke pulled her flush against himself, enjoying the soft feeling of her body.

“I admit one more thing _____. I’m madly in love with you. You make me behave like a horny bastard there, I so damn love you.”, he said, his cheeks flushing a light shade of red. ____ smiled as sleep overcame her. Eisuke continued stroking her hair even after she’d slept. She had been so bold today. Heck, if he’d only recorded everything; she’d definitely forget it all in the morning and wouldn’t believe him! But then, it was a good thing to tease her about. All thanks to Ota’s ringtone and the guys who got her drunk. Sneaky bastards. Eisuke chuckled a bit as he remembered some of the lyrics of what ____ sang.

“How senseless!”, he thought. Thank goodness he stopped her in time, else she would’ve definitely blurted out the entire cheesecake incident to those guys.

“You’d better be ready for a punishment sweetheart, for getting drunk and calling me an asshole, for making me admit embarrassing things, for speaking too much in front of the guys and for stripping me off my pride.”

But, that was all for some other time. Right now, Eisuke focused his gaze  on her contented face. It was one in  a million, and he’d never give her up. For anyone. For anything.


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 In 1987 you were in Chicago. At a concert, of all places, with that wench, Lexi. Come on, Stefan, don’t look so surprised. Of course I checked in on you over the years. You were standing in the front row, dancing all night. You were watching Bon Jovi, and I was watching you.

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i love the way u write jocasta nu she's like jedi professor mcgonagall. i can totally see her saying "have a biscuit, anakin."

Anakin knew better than to cry. It didn’t ever help. It just made his eyes sting, and if the Masters saw him they would be angry. Masters didn’t like to see you cry. It was probably bad for business.

Or…bad for meditation, anyway. Bad for communing with the Force, maybe. Anakin wasn’t really sure. He never seemed to know the right words to say here.

So it was better not to let the issue come up.

Anyway, Master Obi-Wan was busy right now. Maybe he would be angry later, after Master Tiin told him what Anakin had done, but that was later. So Anakin would have some time to prepare himself, to come up with the best possible apology. Masters liked apologies, as long as you got them exactly right. And Master Obi-Wan was much easier to apologize to than Master Tiin. Usually, he just told Anakin to meditate. That wasn’t so bad. He could think about whatever he wanted, and no one would ever know the difference.

So he would apologize to Master Obi-Wan later. If he said just the right thing, maybe Master Obi-Wan would even smooth things over with Master Tiin. He had last week.

The massive entry of the Temple Archives loomed suddenly before him, and Anakin almost forgot about apologies. He stopped and stared up at the towering door. He couldn’t help it. It was huge and ancient and inside there was more knowledge than he’d ever imagined could be in one place. And Master Obi-Wan had said he could go there whenever he had free time. He didn’t even have to ask.

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I Get That A Lot

Title: I Get That A Lot

Word Count: 3,906

Warnings: plus-size!Reader, swearing, smut, wee bitof body shaming

Summary: Reader meets Winchesters on a hunt and the Winchesters invite her out for a drink.

Pairing: [Sam x Plus-size!Reader]

Author’s Note: I’m really new at writing smut. This was the second time I actually wrote it so I want to apologize if it’s written horribly. Sorry it took so long to get another one shot out! I just finished the musical at my school so hopefully I’ll have more free time on my hands which means more one shots! Request things!

Y/E/C- your eye color

Y/H/C- your hair color

              You studied the scenery surrounding you, your eyes narrowing at your target. You were currently on a vampire hunt in Columbus, Ohio, standing right before the nest. You had managed to lure in and kill two vampires during your stay and was able to track down the whereabouts of the nest. A small smirk toyed upon your pink lips as you admired the machete in your hand. Your eyes flicked from the blade to the abandoned building once more, beginning your stride towards the front door. If you were taught anything, it was why sneak in when you could make a grand entrance?

              You had been on your own for a while, left alone by your mother at age 17 and your father at age 11, both murdered by something of the supernatural. Your parents had vowed to never allow you to be a hunter like they had growing up, but as they all say, once in the family always in the family.

              You reached the entrance, straightening out your denim jacket and fluffing out your hair from behind the collar, allowing the locks of your Y/H/C hair slide down your shoulders. You gripped firmly onto the handle of the door, shifting your grasp on the machete to tighten it before ripping the hatchway open.

              The large room was dark. Eerily quiet. If you were just a person passing by, you would have sworn it was empty. But your hunter instincts kicked into high drive, raising the machete up into a killing position.

              “Sorry I didn’t knock!” you called out, your voice echoing through the hollow room. “Just thought I’d crash your party for a little while. So come on… let’s party.”

              Heavy footsteps sounded through the quarters—at least three pairs of them. Another smirk formed on your features, your eyes scanning the room until a figure appeared in your vision along with two others. The first one to attack was a female looking around the age of thirty, her teeth barred and ready to strike. Within a few seconds, you swung your blade with ease and chopped the head of the predator off. The other two vampires sneered evilly as they charged faster.

              A sound off in the distance—almost like a door softly shutting—distracted the two vampires for a split second, allowing you to make your attack. You reached into your back pocket and in a swift movement, retrieved a syringe filled with dead man’s blood. Within the few seconds you had, you plunged the needle into one of the vampires—a male who stood at the height of 5 feet and 10 inches—paralyzing him for the time being. He yelped out in pain, his partner darting his attention back onto you. But before he was able to pounce, your blade connected with his throat with a sharp force, his body falling limply along with his disconnected head. While the other one was stunned with pain, you took the opportunity to finish him off as well. Three down, about four more to go, you believed.

              You wiped away the splatter of blood that was smeared across your forehead, admiring your work for a quick second before snapping out of your trance. “Alright, you sparkly bitches! Let’s have some fun!”

              You had sworn you heard a distant murmur but took it as all in your head. You walked forward passed the corpses, your Y/E/C hues flicking around the scene. The soft tapping of footsteps sounding flooded your hearing as if someone—or something—was trying to sneak up to you. You whirled around on your heel, your arm reaching out to your prey with the machete at ready. But a grip was placed on your forearm, twisting your arm, causing you to stumble back and drop your blade. You gritted your teeth in slight pain, reaching in your back pocket for another syringe, only to release you had none left. You sneered at your attacker, ready to pounce when a voice stopped you.

              “Show me your teeth!” your attacker demanded, his grip tightening on your forearm.

              Your eyebrows furrowed in confusion. You stared down the man that was holding you tightly, studying his facial features before pushing your attention onto the man standing next to him. Your eyebrow arched as you hesitantly showcased your teeth. Your eyesight was still on the taller man of the two, his shaggy brown hair falling just below his ears. His face had a slight stubble to it. His hazel eyes were fixated on you.

              “Dean,” he spoke, causing the man holding you hostage to turn his head to face him. “She’s fangless.”

              The man known as Dean loosened his grip until he dropped it entirely. “Sorry,” he grumbled, leaning down and picking up your weapon before hesitantly handing it over to you. His eyes scanned your thick body, his eyebrows furrowed in a tight line. “Aren’t you… well… aren’t you a little too-”
              You smirked lightly, shaking your head. “Too fat to hunt? Oo, my personal favorite. Too weak? Yeah. I get that a lot.” You harshly ripped the blade from his grasp. You brushed passed the duo, making your way forward, farther into the warehouse. You recalled times on your previous hunts when other hunters claimed you had an innocent look to you. Too innocent. Therefore, you were far too weak to participate in such gruesome actions.

              You overhead a soft sigh behind you as two sets of footsteps followed in your direction. “I didn’t mean it like that.”

              “It’s alright. Like I said, I get it a lot,” you replied, lifting your weapon of choice into a kill stance once more.

              “They’re all dead,” the other man informed, causing you to slowly pivot around to face them once more.

              You lowered your machete. “You sure?”

              “Positive,” Dean assured. You nodded your head slowly.

              “Well, that’s it then.” You strutted towards the pair once more, halting your stride in front of the two. You reached your hand out to the taller one, him taking your gesture and shaking your hand. “I’m Y/N.”

              “Sam. That’s my brother, Dean.” Sam motioned his head slightly to the shorter one.

              Dean half-heartedly grinned, shaking your hand after Sam was done. “You sure know how to fight. Taking one three vampires alone and leaving without a scratch. That takes skill,” Dean complimented, bidding a nod towards you in approval.

              “Hmm,” you hummed, smiling sarcastically at him. “Well. I appreciate the help, boys. See ya.” And with that, you marched forward towards the exit.

              “Hey, wait!” Sam called after you. You stopped your gait, turning around to face them once more. “Wanna get a drink with us? I mean, you helped a lot on this case and the least we could do is thank you for it.”

              You contemplated on a decision for a moment, a soft smirk playing on your lips. “Yeah. Alright. There’s a bar about ten miles west of here. On the corner of St. James and Jacobs. I’ll let you guys… clean this mess up and meet you there.” And with your final words, you reached for the door handle, pulling the door open and stepping into the night air.

***

              You drummed your index fingers along the wooden surface of the table. You had picked out a booth in the back corner of the bar, waiting patiently for the two. You had ordered a few shots of bourbon for yourself, downing the drink the moment it was placed beside you. The three empty shot glasses were pushed off to the side, a beer currently in your grasp as you sat there.

              You began to grow impatient, looking down at your phone for the time. It had nearly been an hour since you left the boys. Your mind began to wander, believing that they would never show up. You figured it in the first place anyways. Why would a pair of attractive men want to catch a drink with you?

              You sighed quietly, pressing the brim of the glass to your lips, pondering whether or not you should just leave. You glanced down at your phone screen once more, studying the time. You shook your head, taking another long swig of your beer before beginning to push yourself up from the booth until the sound of heavy footsteps coming your way stopped you. You peered up to face Dean and Sam, a smug smile playing on Dean’s lips where a soft, genuine grin showcased itself on Sam’s.

              “I see you started without us,” Dean joked, sliding into the seat across from you. “Whatcha drinkin’?”

              “Bourbon. Aged thirty years,” you informed, motioning your head over to the empty shot glasses.

              “I like your style.” Dean winked playfully at you as Sam slid into the spot besides his brother. Dean waved down a waitress, ordering a round and a beer for everyone.  

              You gulped the rest of your beer down, setting the empty bottle besides the glasses. You pressed your elbows to the table, looking between the brothers. “Sam and Dean. Brothers.” You pursed your lips together, speculating your information. “Fairly attractive.” Dean chuckled at your comment, Sam merely blushing slightly. “You’re John Winchester’s sons, aren’t you?”

              Both brothers’ eyebrows knitted together in a tight line, Sam opening his mouth to speak, but you beat him to it. “My parents knew your dad. They used to hunt together when I was real little. Used to leave me with some of their hunting buddies.” The waitress returned with a tray full of your drinks, passing them around to the three of you before leaving, but not without a second glance from Dean. “They stopped huntin’ really when I was around eight or nine. That was until-” You stopped midsentence, regretting the conversation you had started. You clenched your jaw slightly, shaking your head. “Sorry. I don’t really want to bore you with my life story.” You reached for your new beer, pressing the rim of the glass to your lips, tipping it back.

              A small silence washed over the three of you, Dean breaking it by clearing his throat a few beats later. “So. You sliced n’ diced three vamps by yourself. That’s impressive.”

              You shrugged, setting the bottle down. “What can I say? I was trained to kill. Nothing’s in my way.”

              Dean’s eyes fluttered shut for a brief moment, before opening and looking directly at you. “Y/N, I’m sorry about-”

              “No need to apologize for your opinion, Dean,” you interrupted, grasping down on the shot glass and downing it in one gulp. You set the tumbler down on the table, sliding it over to the rest of the glasses. You flicked your attention back onto Dean for a split second, before tearing it away and looking over at Sam. You halfheartedly grinned at the man, him returning the gesture.

              Sam opened his mouth to speak, but an unfamiliar voice halted his thought. You gazed up from Sam, looking at a man with a beer belly and a greasy muscle shirt. The man reeked of whiskey, the odor causing your nose to cringe in disgust.

              “Hey, pretty lady,” he slurred, leaning down towards you, his yellow smiling showcasing. You cleared your throat, hesitantly looking at him through your peripherals. “Why don’t you and I get out of here?”

              “Why don’t you get out of here and I’ll stay here?” you proposed, a slight, smug smirk appearing on your features.

              Clearly, the man did not appreciate your retort. He sneered down at you, clasping a hand down onto your shoulder, applying unneeded pressure. You hissed at him, tearing yourself away from him. “All you fat chicks think you’re better than me. I doubt you’ve never gotten laid before. Stupid bitch.”

              You watched Dean stiffen in his seat, Sam abruptly standing from his seat. You looked over at the boys, putting your palm up as if you’re saying ‘it’s alright. I got this.’ You turned your attention back onto the drunken man, smiling innocently towards him. “How nice of you to say.” The man opened his mouth to remark back, but you reeled your fist back, slamming it directly into his nose. He stumbled back, falling against an unoccupied table. He tumbled down onto the flooring, the table following his pursuit, landing on his puffy abdomen. You crossed your arms across your chest, watching as the scene unfolded.

              No one rushed to the man’s aid, all of them overhearing what he said to you. After a few minutes of watching the man struggle on his own, you simply slid back into your seat, grabbing your beer and taking a long sip. “Now. Where were we?”

              Dean gaped at you, his eyes widened and green irises reflecting impressive. You directed a tiny smirk at him.

              “Um. I’ve been meaning to ask you. I… Dean and I have another hunt lined up and I was wondering if maybe you wanted to look over some of the research we have? I mean… so we can get another perspective on it,” Sam requested, looking at you with a glint of hope in his eyes. You peered over at Dean, noting his confused stare, but brushed it off.

              “Yeah. Alright.” You took another sip of your beer, polishing it off.

              Dean caught on with what Sam was doing, smiling cheekily at his brother. “I’ll meet up with you two later.” he informed, stretching back in his spot, taking a swig of his beer.

              You nodded towards Dean, looking over at Sam. “We can take my car.”

              You and Sam stood from the booth, Sam ushering you through the maze of tables and people, his hand laying on the small of your back. You smiled slightly to yourself, a small hint of blush tinting your cheeks at the next comment Dean had made.

              “You kids have fun!”

***

              You followed Sam into his motel room, glancing around the unfamiliar surroundings. Sam threw off his jacket, tossing it onto one of the two beds, looking back at you with a soft smile. “Make yourself at home.”

              You took up on his offer, shedding your jean jacket and tossing your car keys onto the desk by the door. You ruffled a hand through your locks of hair. “So. What research do you wanna show me?” you inquired, plopping your weight down onto Sam’s bed.

              Sam paused his movements, peering over at you. “Can I confess something?” You simply replied with an arch of your eyebrow. “Um, I just said that there was research to get you over here.”

              You fake gasped, exaggerating it to the extreme by placing a hand over your mouth. “Really? Oh, I am appalled!” You stifled a laugh, removing your hand from your mouth and gently biting your bottom lip. “Well. You got me here.” You set your elbows down onto the mattress, leaning back.

              Sam looked over at you, pursing his lips together before waltzing over to where you were sitting, plopping himself down beside you. “That I did.” He smiled widely towards you. You returned the gesture, a bashful grin spreading across your features.

You both sat in silence for a few moments by simply staring at each other. You noted the way Sam’s eyes danced across your skin, admiring all your features from your angelic face to your thick thighs. He didn’t quite understand why he was so attracted to you, but he couldn’t shake the feeling of lust and loving that coursed through his veins. He scooted his body closer to yours, his legs pressing into yours. Sam’s hazel eyes were soft though a speckle of craving and desire sparkled within them. He reached a steady hand out to cup your cheek whereas the other hand soothingly rubbed your upper arm. Sam slowly leaned forward, his lips grazing yours slightly. You couldn’t contain yourself anymore. You crashed your lips upon the hunter’s, hungrily moving them against his. He playfully toyed with your bottom lip with his tongue before he forcibly slipped his tongue into your mouth. You sensed a smirk growing along his features as you pushed your tongue against his.  

He groaned in pleasure, breaking the kiss in order to trail a wet pathway of kisses down your neck. Sam snaked his arms around your waist, pulling you into his lap. You leaned your neck back to give him more access to your flesh, a satisfied moan passing through your lips.

Your instincts kicked into high gear as you straddled him, your legs wrapping around his torso. A low groan rumbled within his chest, his hands roaming your body. His right hand slipped up your shirt, trailing up your abdomen before finding your bra, slowly massaging your left boob with his massive hand. An immediate reaction to his actions, you quickly tore off your shirt, revealing your exposed flesh and a simple, black-laced bra. Sam stopped kissing you for a brief second, admiring your curves before a soft smile played on his lips. “You’re so beautiful,” he murmured, staring up at you before crashing his lips onto yours before you were able to reply.

Sam reached around your bust, easily removing the hooks of your bra, flinging it across the room with ease. You broke away from the kiss, hurriedly pulling his gray t-shirt over his head, unveiling his large muscles. You trailed your index finger up and down his torso, teasingly biting your bottom lip. You had a hard time containing yourself now. The heat within your core was becoming unbearable. You fumbled with the button of his jeans, noticing his bulge straining against the denim. You unbutton them, quickly unzipping the zipper and aiding him as he shimmied out of his jeans. His boxers were quick to follow his jeans’ pursuit. You flung the fabric into a pile of your discarded clothes, taking a sweet pause to admire his member. You lazily traipsed your gaze up his bare chest, arching your eyebrows flirtatiously when you reached his face. You stood from your position, unbuttoning your own jeans and pulling them down your legs along with your underwear. You viewed Sam as he studied you, the feeling of lust burning in his pupils.

Without warning, Sam reeled you into his long arms, shoving you down onto the dingy bed. His large frame loomed over yours as he leaned his head down into the crevasse of your neck in search for your sweet spot. He nibbled love bites against your skin, sucking down hungrily whenever he heard you moan his name. Sam blindly searched for a condom in the top drawer of the dresser. He cursed under his breath when his attempts failed him, realizing that Dean had taken the last one.

“It’s okay. I’m on the pill,” you assured him breathlessly, arching your back and bucking your hips against his. He groaned loudly, placing two large hands against your hips, his nails digging into your soft flesh as he positioned his throbbing cock at your waiting lips. And without a single heads up, he slammed into you.

Your breath was caught in your throat. Your eyes widened in sheer pleasure, moaning loudly as he continued to thrust. Each movement of his brought an immense amount of bliss to your being.

“Fuck,” you mumbled breathlessly, arching your back and pressing your torso into his chest. One of your hands laid on his ass, your hand clawing up and down his spinal cord while the other hand fisted the cotton sheets.

Sam moaned in your ear, feeling your walls clench around his shaft. His thrusting became sloppy; no real rhythm to his movements. But his large member pushed against your spot every time, creating a wave of pleasure that coursed through your core.

“Shit, Y/N,” he grumbled in your ear, digging his nails deeper into your plush hips.

A rush of sensation flooded your lower area. Your body clenched and relaxed as the rush of your orgasm filled you. Your body felt numb with the electrifying feeling your orgasm left you. You felt breathless. You barely could overhear your own cries, let alone Sam’s moans as he rode out his orgasm. You felt Sam collapse down on top of you, both of your chests rising and falling rapidly as you both tried to inhale the oxygen you both desperately needed. Sam rolled off of you, his body resting in the spot beside you. You shifted your body to lay on your side, facing him. An angelic smile grew on your lips as you opened your mouth to speak. “That was the best time researching I’ve ever had.”

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              You awoke lazily, your eyes squinting as the sun poured through the transparent curtains. You recalled the events that occurred last night, a large grin appearing on your lips. You turned your head to face the sleeping Winchester, sighing happily. Careful not to wake him, you wiggled from his gentle grasp, and hoisted yourself out of the bed. You felt the aftermath of his thrusting as you stood, laughing lightly to yourself. “Damn,” you whispered to yourself, looking back at Sam.

              You leisurely walked over to the heaping pile of clothes that was thrown from your urges. You picked through the pile, retrieving all your belongings and putting them on. You glanced around the motel room for a pad of paper and a pen, finding it on the top of the dresser. You waltzed over to it, picking up the pen and uncapping it, scribbling down your number along with If you ever need help with some more research, call me. ;)

              You took in one last glance of Sam’s sleeping figure, smiling to yourself as you picked up your keys to your car and draped your denim jacket along your forearm. Cautious not to wake him, you opened the door and stepped out into the morning air, gently closing the hatchway behind you. You pivoted around on your heel, almost colliding with a man you later recognized as Dean.

              A smug smile toyed on his pink lips as he saw your disheveled state; your hair was a tousled mess and your makeup was smudged. “I figured you spent the night,” he spoke. “So, I bought you this.” You noticed that he was carrying a cup holder that contained three styrofoam cups you presumed were filled with coffee.

              You picked out a cup, pressing the rim of the cup to your lips, tipping it back and allowing the hot liquid to slip down your throat. You slightly smiled at him, lifting your cup in the air, the gesture meaning thanks. “I hope to see you boys around.”

              And with your final words, you strutted out to your car, unlocking it and opening the driver side door. Your actions were halted by the sound of Dean’s voice. “I’m sure Sammy would love that!”

              You laughed quietly, waving goodbye to Dean with your freehand as you slid into your car. You shoved the key into the ignition, turning it and allowing the engine to roar to life. You put the gear shift into drive, pressing firmly down onto the gas pedal, zooming out of the parking lot.

              Little did you know, Sam would call you just an hour after you left, proposing the idea of hunting together for a lead they caught down in Illinois. And little did both you and Sam know, that one night sparked a wonderful relationship between the two of you.

I wasn’t really sure how I wanted to end it so I’m sorry for the weak ending! As stated before, I am very new at writing smut so again, I’m very sorry if the writing wasn’t too good. I really wanted to get this out there so I’m sorry if it seems rushed. Request things

Imagine going through a horrible breakup. Imagine while you’re sitting with the Doctor, and he’s comforting you, he tells you he loves you. And that he hadn’t told you sooner because he thought you were happy with your ex.

“I’m madly in love with you, so…”
“… Really?”
“*gif* Yes… Really.”

(Submitted by Anonymous :3 I’m sorry about your breakup lovely! I’m sure they’re missing out!)
(And yes I have used this gif before, just in color, fight me ;D)

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“….and then I said to the guy - no, they aren’t free.” Andre laughed boisterously, followed by Adam who laughed just as hard. 

To be polite, Claire and Hadley chuckled at the joke - but Claire widened her eyes at Hadley who just shook her head and mouthed ‘sorry’. 

At least she’d been right about a couple of things. The guy was really nice. He pulled out her chair for her, asked questions to get to know her - even offered to buy her wine even though she adamantly refused. He was incredibly handsome with skin the color of milk chocolate and warm brown eyes. But he was boring, talking about accounting all night and his jokes were horrible and not funny at all.

Claire smiled politely, running the tip of her finger in circles around the edge of her wine glass and trying to look somewhat engaged in the conversation. She sighed to herself. At least she was out of the house and had gotten to wear this top that had been hanging in her closet for ages… 

perrieismybabe  asked:

Hello,love! I don't know if requests are closed or not,but could i have a mini blurb? I'm kinda sick and honestly it sucks. It's not as bad anymore,but it feels like my stomach is twisting and i have some type of cramps :( not because of period tho..

Hi sweetie, soooo sorry I didn’t get you a blurb written when you first sent me this. I hope you’re well now, but if not, maybe this will help a little. I got inspiration from your request as well as the anon below.

ANONYMOUS SAID: A little drabble about Harry’s lilac jumper will honestly complete me 😍😍😍


The Lilac Jumper

“I’m gonna miss you,” you whispered.

“I’ll miss you more,” he said.

Pulling you into a tight embrace, you inhaled the scent of him as your nose pressed against his sweater. His favorite purple sweater, or as he called it, his lilac jumper. To you it smelled like lavender, though that may have just been a mental association you tied to it because of its shade.

“Please don’t forget me,” you teased.

“C’mon, love, how could I forget you?” Harry’s voice vibrated through his chest.

You raised your head to look up at him, his eyes dancing, his dimple dipped in his cheek. You returned his smile, wrapping your arms around his neck.

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get to know me meme >> Favorite Female Characters [14/40] Claire Littleton

That’s better. So how are you today Mum? Did you have an okay night? There’s umm, something I have to tell you, Mum, something I should have told you a long time ago. I’m pregnant. I err, I’m giving it away, it’s for the best. I wish—I don’t know how you did it… raising me alone? It must have been so hard. And I was just awful, awful… so horrible to you. I’m so sorry, Mum. I’m so sorry. I’m so sorry for all the awful things I said to you in the car; that I hated you; and that I wished you weren’t my mother; and I wished you were dead. It’s all my fault, the accident and everything. I’m so sorry, Mum. I’m so sorry. I’m so sorry. I’ll see you soon, okay?

Everyone Has Bad Days (Patrick Stump)

Based Off of the Request: Request where Patrick is your boyfriend and you have a really crappy day and he comforts you. Please make it really cute and fluffy?


I hold my breath as I type in the number I got into the answer bar. Praying that this time it will actually be right, I hit enter. For the fifth time in a row, a big red slash appears on the screen, telling me the answer is wrong. Only this time, it was my last try.

“WHY!?” I yell angrily at my laptop, slamming it shut. I collapse on the desk in frustration. Three hours on this stupid chemistry assignment, and a crappy grade of 63% to reward me. Tears slip from my eyes as I finally give up. The longest week of my life, full of three exams, a large project, three shifts at the store, plus volunteering at the hospital, and this stupid assignment is the thing that breaks me. The stress that I’ve been holding down all week finally breaks free, and the tears are falling without constraint. Breathing heavily I abandon my desk and walk over to the couch, flopping down on it, staring at the ceiling above me. I try and calm down, to wipe the tears away, but I can’t stop. Soon, my face is wet and I’m breathing heavily, trying to suck in some oxygen between the tears. I’m usually pretty good at staying calm, composed, at handling my stress and not worrying too much about what I can’t change, but sometimes, It’s too much, like a waterfall, finally breaking through a dam. I feel the walls of my life closing in on me, and I almost work myself into hyperventilating before I finally get some instance of control. I take large gulps of air in, and soon the crying stops. Unfortunately, the feeling of anger, stress, and sorrow remain in the pit of my stomach. I lay on the couch, staring up at the ceiling wishing for nothing more than the ability to not think anymore.

When Patrick gets home an hour later, that’s exactly how he finds me- Lying on the couch, staring at nothing.

He comes in through the door, not even acknowledging me, to go and drop some bags in the kitchen. This only irritates me further. He comes back out of the kitchen, hands now free, and grins as he spots me on the couch.

“Hey babe! How was your day? Did you finish all your work?” He asks, walking over to the back of the couch and looking at me.

“No Patrick, I didn’t” I respond curtly, looking at the ceiling still.

I see Patrick pull a confused face as he hears my reaction. “Is something wrong (Y/N)?” He asks gently, looking at me in concern.

I don’t respond for several seconds, still not looking at him.

“I think I made a mistake” I say finally.

“What are you talking about?” Patrick asks, walking around the couch to sit on the footrest next to it, right next to me.

“I’m never going to get into nursing school” I say bluntly, sitting up and fixing my gaze down on my hands.

“What? Why wouldn’t you?” Patrick says, still confused. “You’re the perfect candidate, especially with all those volunteer hours under your belt”

“But I’m too fucking stupid to even finish a chemistry assignment, I’m never going to get the grade I need” I say angrily, picking at my nails. “I don’t know what I was thinking. Who would ever want me as a nurse, I can’t do anything.” I end with a quiet sob, looking away to hide my face

“Is this about that online test you took today?” Patrick asks gently, grabbing one of my hands.

I pull my hands out of his grasp, ignoring the look of hurt that flashes across his face. “Yes Patrick, and guess what, I failed it”

“(Y/N), it’s just one test it doesn’t mean anything” Patrick responds, attempting to reassure me.

I don’t say anything, just throw him a  look.

“Listen come on, you’re a great student and you’re going to be an even better nurse” he says looking back at me intensely, “You just need to get your mind off of everything for a while. I know! why don’t we go to the Festival tonight and have some fun?”

“No thanks” I say plainly, flopping back down on the couch.

“Come on, you know you want to” Patrick says playfully pulling on my hand.

“Patrick come on, leave me alone, alright?” I say harshly,

Patrick stands up, placing his face directly above mine, forcing me to look at him. “(Y/N), if you don’t get off of this couch in the next five seconds, I will make you”

I raise my eyebrows at him and cross my arms in defiance. “Oh yeah? What could you even do?” I respond sassily.

To my surprise, Patrick grins in response, straightening back up and adjusting his pants. Then he bends back down, puts his hands on my hips, and drags me across the couch. Bending down further, he essentially heaves me onto his shoulder, and slowly lifts me off of the couch

“Patrick!” I screech as I’m flipped upside down “What are you doing!?”

I cling onto his back as he starts walking slowly towards our bedroom.

“I told you If you didn’t move I would make you” He says slowly, walking through our bedroom door.

“Yeah but I didn’t think you could pick me up!” I practically yell, afraid i’m going to fall off, even though I feel Patrick arms on my legs, holding me in place.

“Well you were wrong” Patrick says with a laugh. Finally stopping, he stops in front of our bed and unceremoniously dumps me onto the bed. With a little scream I fall onto the bed in a heap.

Patrick laughs at my expression, moving towards the closet.

“Now get dressed, we’re leaving in twenty minutes”

“What? Where are we going?” I ask, irritated.

A pair of jeans flies out of Patrick’s hand, almost hitting me in the face. It’s closely followed by a tank top, flannel, and a pair of vans. “Patrick seriously?” I complain as the last shoe narrowly misses my face.

Patrick turns to me “I told you, we’re going to the festival, so get dressed” With that, he turns and walks out of the room, closing the door behind him. I sit in the middle of the bed, surrounded by the clothes he threw at me, shocked. Patrick rarely gets this intense about anything, let alone dedicated enough to force me to something. Sighing, I stand up and start to change. Ten minutes later, I stalk out of the room, pulling a beanie over my hair, still irritated at Patrick for insisting on something so dumb.

“Ready?” Patrick asks brightly, smiling at me from the door.

“I told you I don’t want to go” I say back.

“And I’m saying we’re going anyway, you’ve been waiting for this for weeks, now come on” He says, still smiling.

With an overdramatic sigh, I follow him out of the door and into the car. Thirty minutes later, we arrive at the festival. Seeing the rides and ferris wheel sticking out into the sky excites me, but I maintain an annoyed attitude, still irked at Trick for forcing me to leave the house when I really just wanted to lay down and cry.

However, it’s impossible to keep my sour mood up for long. Before I know it, Patrick and I are walking hand in hand through the festival, enjoying the food, lights and rides, and all of my stress and worries from earlier are fading deep into the background, a distant memory.

We stop at a food cart, and grab some cotton candy, walking along a giggling like little kids as we try and share it. Eventually we make it to the ferris wheel, and Patrick turns to me with a smile

“You wanna go?” He asks

“Of course I do” I grin back and grab his hand, pulling him toward the ride. A few minutes in line, and then we’re getting on, sitting next to each other as the ride starts going.

I lean on Patrick , placing my head in the space between his neck and shoulder, and he kisses me on the top of the head. I trace my thumbs along the back of his hands as we sit in a quiet appreciation of the view of the city and the colors of the fast disappearing sunset.

As we reach the top, the ride slows to a stop, placing us at the very top, stopping us just in time for the perfect view.

“I’m sorry” I whisper quietly, staring out into the sky.

“For what?” Patrick asks in response.

“For being such a horrible person earlier, you didn’t deserve any of that” I explain, ashamed of my earlier words against him and my childlike attitude.

“Hey it’s okay, you were having a bad day, I understand” Patrick responds sweetly, throwing his arm over my shoulder and squeezing.

I look up at him, suddenly overwhelmed by how extremely lucky I am to have this man beside me. “Thank you Trick”

“You don’t have to thank me (Y/N)” he responds immediately.

“Yes I do” I insist, “  was bitchy and mean, even though nothing that was bothering me was your fault, all I wanted to do was sit and sulk but you forced me to come here and I ended up having an amazing time and forgetting, at least for a little while, everything that was bothering me. So thank you”

Patrick smiles “You’re welcome, but really, it’s okay, everyone has bad days sometimes, I just didn’t want you to forget how much you’re loved, even if you were acting a little crazy”

I laugh at his comment but can’t really argue, “How do I deserve someone as amazing as you?”

“Simple” Patrick says, pulling me even closer to his side, “you’re even more amazing”

I smile at his words and tilt my head up. As our lips meet, the ferris wheel starts moving again.

And I guess, in a way, life is like that ferris wheel . It may go down, but it always comes back up eventually.

thesaltyspice-deactivated201612  asked:

“You sent so many drunk texts… I had to come over and make sure you were okay.” And Michael!!

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It was a natural occurrence for you and your ex to exchange drunken texts here and there. Whether it be the occasional “I’m drinking that pinkberry margarita that you always hated” or “Goddamit, I don’t know what went wrong,” messages sent under the influence by Michael to you always felt like a knife twisted in your gut. Though you were aware you had sent your fair share of embarrassing texts to your ex-boyfriend, the ones he’d happened to send you while you were nestled into your couch cushions watching reruns of Keeping Up with the Kardashians had you shoving on a pair of old, beat-up converse, not even bothering to change out of your penguin pajama bottoms and ratty sweatshirt, before grabbing your keys and flying out the door.

Though easy to ignore in the beginning of the evening, simple messages consisting of horrible puns and complaints about the snotty bartender who only took girls with their boobs out for display’s drinks, Michael’s texts quickly became worrying.

“I’m sorry I fucked up,” they began, spiraling from, “I saw a girl with your hair color today, I almost cried right on the spot” to “You were right to leave me, I would’ve left me if I were you too.” His messages continuously buzzed on your phone as you drove to the destination he’d willingly given you when you asked and persisted until you found Luke by the bar and was greeted by the blond adorning an apologetic smile.

“I’m sorry,” he began, “I couldn’t get his phone away from him. When I tried to,” Luke stated while shrugging, “He locked himself in the bathroom.”

After leading you to where you ex was hiding, the blond left you alone and rejoined his friends at their table. Cautiously, you knocked on the door and meekly asked, “Mikey? You in there?”

Within seconds, a gust of air hit your face as the door whipped open and you stumbled backwards in surprise.

“Y/N?” Michael blurted, his eyes wide.

“Hey Mikey,” you greeted him, eyes cast downwards.

“What are you doing here?” he asked, bewildered.

You shrugged, “You sent so many drunk texts… I had to come over and make sure you were okay.”

The boy across from you stared, his eyes trailing up and down your body as if he couldn’t believe you were actually there and in the flesh. Squirming, you nodded to yourself before straightening your posture. “Well,” you remarked, “Since you’re fine, I guess I’ll just–”

“No,” he interrupted, his hands gesturing wildly in the air. “I-I’m not, I’m not fine, okay?” he pleaded, his hair sticking up in all different directions as if he had been running his fingers through it. “I can’t function without you,” the boy gasped, “I don’t– everything is just shit, okay? Everything is shit without you here with me and I hate it, okay? I hate it.” At that exact moment, Michael’s stomach decided to let out a huge growl, and despite the situation, both of you couldn’t help but giggle at the noise.

“How about we talk about this over dinner, yeah?” You asked, twirling your car keys around your finger nonchalantly though your heart was beating twice it’s normal rate.

“Our diner?” Michael meekly asked, shoving his hands in his pocket.

“Yeah, our diner,” you replied, before leading Michael towards a conversation that had the possibility to break your heart into even smaller pieces than it was already shattered into or mend them all back together.

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Iridescent (Part 1)

A LONG TIME AGO

In Hell’s Office (I think?), we talked about Soulmate AUs…

I came up with a heartbreaking one, so please, enjoy this crapfest.


The first time you place your place your hand over your soulmate’s heart, you’re supposed to see in color.

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DISCLAIMER: I DO NOT IN ANY WAY CONDONE DRINKING AND DRIVING. PLEASE DO NOT FOLLOW THE EXAMPLES SET IN THIS WORK OF FICTION, IT IS PURELY FOR THE POINT OF THE STORY. 


“Hurry up, Y/N, we’re not gonna get good seats!” Malia complained. I rolled my eyes and jumped out of my car, grabbing my phone and my keys and putting them in my pockets. 

“Would you just chill?” I said following her towards the bright lights. “We’ll get good seats. Besides, it’s just a lacrosse game. Who cares?”

“Stiles is actually playing this one, I wanna make sure I don’t miss one second.” 

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