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There is a faint mark on your back, fading traces that resemble tight grip of fingers.
It isn't rare for you to be littered in bites and bruises, Bakugou took pride in marking you up any way possible, but this wasn't his mark.
"So, you let your side piece mark you up too?" He huffed, arms crossed as he leaned against the door frame, grey sweats loose on his waist, cum-gutters peeking through the elastic, whore.
"Which one are you talking about?" You move around sluggishly, trying to find whatever mark he was taking about, twisting your torso in an awkward angle before giving up and going back to getting ready.
"So, multiple side pieces, un-fucking-believable!" He groaned, arm raising up to run a hand through his hairs, "at least tell me, I am your favourite." He pleaded, tilting his head, sighing dramatically.
You scowled, "You are like 4th on the list." The pair of pants you had chosen today, refused to co-operate, stuck at your thighs despite your constant struggles to pull them up.
"Huh?! 4th?!!" He exclaimed, in utter disbelief, watching you hop around, "You better tell what he is doing so I can up my rank." He walked over, yanking you close by your arm, before reaching for your waistband gently pulling your pants up, hands circling your waist to make sure it didn't get stuck at the back of your thighs.
You let him manhandle your body, hands coming to rest on his shoulders as you lightly kiss his cheek, "He helps me dress up." Another kiss on his forehead. "Pulls my pants up for me." Another one on the tip of his nose. "Stares lovingly as I talk about my side pieces."
He grunted, zipping up your pants and pulling you closer, "Yeah." He mumbled against your lips, "Something tells me I might know this guy." Не pressed his lips against your jaw, hands tracing your body as he grabbed your shirt.
"Maybe." You slide your hands into the sleeves, letting him button up your shirt, "He is tall, blonde, and so utterly handsome." You moaned obnoxiously. "And he has a huge coc—"
"We can't have a cute moment, can we?" He sighed, letting go of your shirt buttons as he leaned his forehead against yours, "Your pant aren't too tight, are they?" He asked, eyes meeting your dumbfounded ones, "Ma can design you a perfect pai—"
You cut his words off, pressing your lips against his, swarm of butterflies erupting in your belly as you take in his words, "You considerate, caring asshole," You huffed pulling away from his lips, "you'll kill me someday."
He let out a breathy chuckle, cradling your jaw, pressing a kiss against your forehead, "Just trying to improve my rank, you know." He hummed, swaying slightly despite no music playing in the background, "Can't let your side pieces steal you away from me."
"It's a bruise by the way."
Bakugou hummed in question pulling away from you slightly.
"The mark you were looking at, bruise from sparring with Mina."
"Racoon eyes is your side pieces no.1?!!"
"Katsuki NO."
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a/n: reposting an older fic (that I deleted along with few other fics, last year when I was tweaking)
On the rare occasion that it's way past his bedtime and he can't seem to find sleep he'll come knocking on your door, and like the night owl you are, you'll always open.
You always let him drive because more often than not he needs to clear his head, and you just enjoy the ride. You'll be in charge of aux, he'll complain about your choices, but get mad if you switch the song early. He'll tell you to pick a place to grab a bite at and shoot down every option you come up with (just as a joke bc you always end up at your first option). Sometimes tho(very rarely) he'll ask to have a quick smoke sess at the park nearby, on those days you end up pulling an all nighter and watching the sunrise.
He'll have his head on your lap, watching you watch the sun, eyes tracing every curve on your face, memorizing your features like it's his last time seeing you.
His eyes will slowly drift down to the hand holding his, your thumb gently brushing the back of his palm, grounding him, comforting him. He'll place a chaste kiss on it; a silent signal that it's time to get back before class starts, putting an end to your little ritual.
╰┈➤ ✎ᝰ. ˗ ♡ ˎˊ˗
quick little short little thing bc it's been sitting in drafts since last year
knight who is on the verge of breaking his vow when he submits and allows his lady to completely undress before him and grind on his lap, watching her get herself off over the bulge in his pants, and who is absolutely stressing over it.
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im longing for that three way situationship between hikari and kirara btw … 😞
╰┈➤ ❝ ask and you shall receive nonnie (p.s. sorry for responding so late ive been writing exams😔💔) ❞
The last time you saw Hakari and Kirara was the night before they left jujutsu tech.
You and Hakari had fought the day prior, something about you not wanting to take the risk and leaving with them. To be fair you weren't really with either of them, you couldn't even describe the relationship you had with them in words. All you knew was that it was on-again-off-again. You could go weeks without speaking to each other, but when you got together it was...complicated?
Kirara always somewhat acted as the bridge, always the one to reach out during the icy moments. It was the same now.
It was 3am and two years since that fateful day, your phone buzzed with a text from an unknown number.
"hi :)"
another buzz
"it's Kirara btw"
You rubbed the sleep from your eyes and sat up right. After thinking for a moment, you then typed, "what's up?". You waited for a bit, then a ping rang, showing a simple "just thinking of you". Next thing you knew you were texting back and forth for everyday for a week after that.
Somewhere between the catching up and reminiscing, you two had organised a date. A cute little shopping spree then coffee afterwards, no Hakari, apparently he still had beef with you from way back then. This arrangement was perfect for you because, well, the feeling was mutual. You didnt necessarily hate the guy, just couldnt find it in you to forget the hurtful things he'd said that day.
So it's needless to say that you were more than just annoyed to find him sitting in the booth Kirara had led you to, hands firmly gripping your own.
The first 10 minutes were filled with silence and the usual background noise of a cafe. You sat across from Hakari, but your eyes were firmly trained on your phone, trying to distract from how tight that shirt was against his chest.
damn.
He was the one to break the silence. He did it with an apology, an apology for the things he'd said. He said he never meant any of it, that he'd been regretting it since you turned your back and walked away. He also said he missed you more than anything, that they both did, and he'd do anything to be in your life again.
And with that, coupled but Kirara's soft hands intertwining your own and her pretty eyes batting at you, you folded right then and there.
idk what else to say but you ended up at their place, slotted in the middle as they slept like babies.
╰┈➤ ✎ᝰ. ˗ ♡ ˎˊ˗
i did this in pieces so soz if it seems inconsistent 😔ALSO I feel like my writing gets a bit rambly (?) so im looking for someone to proofread for me😋if youre down lmk pretty please
summary: you wrote in your diary until the end of your lifetime. before your final moment, you revealed it to toph, something for her to have after your death. years after reader's death, toph still carries their old diary everywhere without ever opening it. when lin finally offer to read it outlaid, mother and daughter spends an evening rediscovering the woman they both loved.
contains: slight angst, hurt/comfort(?), death, family, grief and healing, parenthood, emotional comfort, established relationship, post-canon, bittersweet
word count: 1.6k
Three years after your death, the diary you used to write in was revealed to Toph. Unable to read, and still trying to recover after your death, the diary sat exactly where Toph had left it. She didn't hide it, but she didn’t display it either. It was just... there.
On the small table beside her favorite chair. Close enough to reach when she wanted something to remember you by. Close enough to touch, but never had the courage to open and read it. Not that she could anyway. At first, everyone assumed she wasn't interested. It has been 3 years afterall, however that assumption went away after 3 years and 10 days.
Suyin was away on a little family vacation with her own family now. Lin decided it’s the perfect time to come over to visit, something about needing her mom’s help with a case. And also lowkey checking up to see how she was doing. She stayed for a week.
During this visit, Toph Beifong wasn't subtle.
She'd pick the diary up sometimes while drinking tea. Set it back down. Move it to another room. Bring it back. Leave it on the porch then take it inside when it rains, afraid of ruining the only thing left by her late wife. The book practically followed her around.
Lin noticed almost immediately. Of course she did. For all the ways she resembled her mother, Lin had inherited your ability to notice things people wanted hidden. She never mentioned it out loud. Not at first. She simply watched and waited because some grief needed time. Even for Toph. Especially for Toph.
One evening, Lin arrived for lunch carrying a stack of reports. Toph was sitting outside, enjoying the afternoon sun. The diary rested beside her tea. Again.
Lin sat down across from her. Neither spoke for a while. They didn't need to. The silence between them had long since become comfortable. Eventually, Lin glanced toward the worn leather cover. Then toward her mother. Then back again. "Still carrying it around?"
Toph immediately scowled. "I don't carry it around."
"You moved it three times while I was walking up the path."
"That's different."
Lin didn't bother arguing. Experience had taught her there was no point. Instead she poured herself a cup of tea and took a sip.
A few moments passed, and she asked quietly, "Have you read it yet?"
Toph's shoulders stiffened. Just slightly. Most people wouldn't have noticed.
Lin did.
"No." She scoffed. The answer came immediately. “Not that I can anyway.”
The truth was more complicated. The diary represented something Toph wasn't sure she was ready for. Not because she was afraid of what you'd written.
Quite the opposite.
She was afraid of hearing your voice again. Afraid of missing you more than she already did. Afraid of opening a wound she'd spent years learning how to carry. Because grief never truly left. It simply became familiar.
Lin looked down at the diary. Then back up. "Do you want me to?" For the first time that afternoon, Toph didn't answer. The question settled between them. For three years, the diary had remained closed because opening it felt impossibly hard. Now it didn't. Now all she had to do was say yes.
The silence stretched. Birds chirped somewhere nearby. A breeze rustled through nearby trees. Eventually Toph sighed. The kind of sigh usually reserved for accepting defeat. "...Fine."
Lin smiled. Small. Soft. Toph heard the little breath that Lin made when she smiled, a habit that Lin picked up from you. It was almost identical to yours. And suddenly Toph hated both of you a little.
They moved inside. The evening light filtered through the windows, painting long golden shadows across the room. Toph settled into her couch. Lin sat nearby with the diary in her lap. For a moment neither moved. The weight of it felt strangely significant. Then Lin opened the cover. The pages crackled softly. Old paper. Well loved and well kept.
The first entry made Lin laugh immediately. "Today I met the most infuriating girl I've ever known." Toph groaned.
"Close it."
"No."
"Lin."
"No."
A pause. Then Lin continued reading. "She's rude, stubborn, arrogant, and completely impossible to reason with."
Another pause. "I think we're going to be friends."
Toph barked out an unwilling laugh. And just like that, the tension broke. A little, but not completely. But it was enough.
The next few entries followed Team Avatar's journey. Stories Lin had heard growing up. Arguments, adventures, missions that had gone wrong, moments that had become legends and yet hearing them through your eyes made them different. More personal and more alive.
At one point Lin had to stop because she was laughing too hard. Apparently, there had been an entire journal entry dedicated to Toph refusing to admit she'd caught a cold. Toph defended herself immediately. "I was fine." According to the diary, she'd sneezed six times in under a minute.
"I was fine."
The fact that she still sounded offended decades later only made it funnier.
Hours passed, neither of them noticed. Their stack of reports was forgotten. Their tea grew cold and the sky darkened. Still, Lin kept reading. Eventually the stories changed, the adventures became quieter, the entries became older. Many memories that Toph had buried came rushing back to her, and instead of feeling sad over those memories, it was replaced by nostalgia.
Lin flipped the page. She reached one that made her pause before deciding to read it out loud for her mom. "Today, Lin called me ‘mom’ for the first time."
The room went silent as Lin stared at the page, then slowly continued.
"I don't think she realized she'd said it until afterward. The poor girl looked horrified. Toph pretended she wasn't emotional about it, but I could hear her pacing outside the bedroom afterward."
Lin immediately turned to her mother. Toph looked away. "...You paced?"
"No." She quickly denied.
Lin raised an eyebrow and Toph crossed her arms. "I was walking." The distinction meant absolutely nothing. Lin laughed softly then she continued. "Sometimes I worry that Lin thinks I replaced someone. I hope one day she understands that love doesn't work like that. There was never a place to take. There was only more room to make."
The words hit harder than either of them expected.
Lin lowered the diary slightly. For a moment she couldn't speak. Because she remembered those years. The uncertainty along with the confusion. The fear that her mother will ditch her. And now here was proof that you'd seen it all. Every bit of it. Without judgment. Without resentment. Only with love.
Toph remained quiet. But Lin noticed the way her mother's hands had tightened slightly so she kept reading.
Hours later, they reached entries about Suyin, then their grandchildren, and then family gatherings with Aang, Katara, Sokka, and Zuko. Years and years of memories preserved between pages carried in this thick book. Some made them laugh, some made them cry. Most did both.
And through it all, your voice slowly filled the room. Not literally, but close enough. For the first time since your death, it felt less like you'd disappeared and more like you'd stepped into another room.
Eventually, Lin turned to one of the final entries. By the end of it, the handwriting had become shakier. The date is more recent but still a few years ago.
The room grew quiet. Neither woman spoke. Lin swallowed, then she began reading.
"To whoever is reading it out loud for my wife; I think I've had a good life.” Toph immediately turned to stare at the ground. "Not a perfect one. We made mistakes. Spirits know we made enough of those, but if I had to do it all again, I would."
The words became harder to read. For Toph, it became harder to hear.
"I would choose every adventure. Every argument. Every heartbreak. Every reconciliation." Lin's voice softened. "And I would choose Toph."
There was a brief moment of silence.
"Again and again and again."
The room seemed smaller somehow. "I know she won't like reading this part." Toph immediately muttered, "Correct."
Lin smiled through tears. "But she should know anyway."
A pause.
"Loving Toph Beifong was the easiest decision I ever made."
Lin stopped. Not because the entry ended, but because she couldn't continue for a moment. Toph sat perfectly still across from her.
Years of grief and the years of missing you. Years of carrying your absence. Yet, somehow those simple words pierced straight through all of it. Eventually, Lin continued reading as her voice grew quieter now.
"When my time comes, I hope she keeps living. I hope she laughs. I hope she annoys people. I hope she tells terrible jokes. I hope she knows she was loved every day of my life." The final sentence nearly broke both of them.
"And if there's anything waiting afterward, I'll be there."
The room fell silent. Neither of them moved nor spoke.
Outside, night had fully arrived. The stars shone beyond the windows. The world continued turning. The diary sat on Lin’s lap as she processed her late mother’s words. After a long while, Lin carefully closed the diary. The sound echoed softly through the room. For a moment she thought Toph might say something. Maybe some sarcastic comment. Throw a complaint or even attempt to hide what she was feeling. Instead, her mother leaned close and placed a hand on top of the diary. And simply held it there like she was holding your hand. Almost like she wasn't ready to let go yet.
And for once, Lin didn't try to fix it. She didn't offer any advice nor did she fill the silence. She just got up and sat beside her. The way you would have. The way family does. And together, they listened to the quiet.
a/n: hiiii, my first toph fanfic...erm, i never wrote on tumblr before, kinda nervous...hope you guys like it. i was impatient waiting for more toph fanfic to be released so yeahhhhh
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╰┈➤ ❝ overachiever!Bakugou Katsuki x underachiever!reader ❞
ˏˋ°•*⁀➷❝ weed usage + a rant at the end (ignore it i just needed an outlet)
We all know Bakugou always strives to be the best. He always has to be the highest in the room and if he isn't he'll work his ass off until he is. You, on the other hand, were never much of a hard worker. Never really cared to prove yourself. You go through life doing just enough, all you ever wanted was to live quietly and comfortably.
He hated you at first. Hated how average you made yourself out to be. Hated how much sheer potential was seeping from your pores. And most of all he hated how self aware you were. You knew how great you could be if you'd just tried a little more, he knew that you knew. It made him itch, but also want to peel back the layers of your mind.
He got that chance one random Friday during the winter. He'd woken up at 2am and went to the roof for some fresh air and found you there, curled up in a thick blanket with a joint in hand. A part of him wanted to sneak back in before you noticed him, but a bigger part led him to plop down next to you.
"Want a hit?"
He took it despite himself, albeit hesitantly, held it in his hand for a bit before taking a cautious pull.
"You've never done this before, have you?" You'd asked while he was caught in a fit of coughs.
"Yeah, I don't even know why I even did that." His admission pulled a short chuckle from you, "I can put it out if you want." He shook his head no and you settled into silence.
"Why do you act like that?"
He wasn't sure what possessed him to ask that, maybe the weed had gotten to his brain and made him act a bit more brazen, or maybe the itch had become unbearable, begging to be scratched in that moment.
"Like what?"
"Like you can't be more."
Silence stretched between the two of you. He was starting to regret opening his mouth.
"I don't know, I guess I just don't feel like it." You offered him another hit. He took it, didn't cough as much this time.
"Why not?" He passed it back.
"If I'm being honest, I just dont care. Im not passionate about anything I do, the idea of working has never been appealing to me."
"So you don't have a dream job? Something you've wanted to do since you were a kid?"
"Nope."
"No passions or aspirations? Goals? Nothing?"
"My only goal is to be happy."
"Are you?"
More silence.
He turned his head to look at you. You seemed much closer than he'd realised before, he could feel the warmth radiating from you, could faintly see the gloss coating your eyes as you stared at the moon.
"I am right now." You glanced at him, unfurling your arms and inviting him into your cocoon, he took it and slid closer, letting your arm wrap around him and doing the same for you. You watched the sun rise together in silence.
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the other day i got high and realised that I keep fantasising about a life i want to live but i never take the steps to actually live it. its like I'm trapped in my own delusions so i decided that im gonna change. im gonna put myself out there and actually try to not be average for once. its kinda hard, given that ive dont reallly care for my own well being that much if that makes sense, i do the bare minimum to take care of myself and look pretty and put tgt but deep down ive hated myself for so long that idk who i am anymore. and how can i care for a stranger? rn i mostly just want to make my parents proud, move to another country and send them money every month, maybe visit once or twice a year. other than that i also want to feel human connection. ive isolated myself for much that idk how to interact w people and ive tried to ignore how much its affected me but now its so clear, its clouding my mind so much and making me forget about the people in my life who love me, who've shown me time anc time again that they care for me but my stupid mind doesnt allow me to acknowledge that. ive never felt so alone.
anyways that felt so good chat, I'm starting to appreciate life more and I'm realising that I haven't felt alive in years. I'm so grateful for everything byeeeee
also idk if any of this makes sense😭I've had this in drafts for monthssss and then today I decided to pick it up and see where my mind takes me
╰┈➤ ❝ baby daddy!Hakari who goes above and beyond for you and your toddler ❞
He makes it a point to visit at least once a week, most of the time he'll end up sleeping over and when he does, the morning after feels very...domestic? He doesnt know how else to describe it, being woken up by the smell of breakfast, sun peaking through the curtain. His feet touching the cold wooden floor and padding to the kitchen, led by the sounds of cute baby babbles and music playing faintly in the background.
His heart always skips a beat when he takes in the scene before him. His baby girl messily eating from her plate, chunks of fruit eggs and whatever else all over her chair thingy.
And you, ugh, you.
Still in your pajamas, cup in one hand and a book in the other, lazily responding to your daughter's babbles. The sun shining on you just right. You look gorgeous. Every time.
It makes his heart ache, thinking about how temporary this all is. How after the food's all done and the dishes are washed, he'll have to go back to his cold world. He avoids his apartment like the plague, always finding some random side quest to do just to distract himself until he can be in your warmth again.
And oh does he jump at the opportunity to see yall whenever. Anytime he sees something you or your daughter might like, no matter how small, he'll get it and be at your doorstep within the hour, and once you let him he's not leaving for at least an hour.
Not only that but he insist you go to him for any and every problem you encounter. Your sink is clogged? He'll be there in a minute. Need a new birthday cake for your kid five minutes before you have to cut it? He's at the store as we speak. Flat tire in the middle of nowhere? He's already there. Really. Anything. That man would go to the ends of the universe for you guys.
Yeah.
╰┈➤ ✎ᝰ. ˗ ♡ ˎˊ˗
had this in my drafts for months now and i forgot where i was going w it so i just freestyled
also i reallyyy want to change my layout but idk to what
ੈ✿ ༘. ݁⋆summary— pothead!boyf!sugu! x blk!gf!reader! both are potheads and both are in their 20’s. suguru woke up feeling intimate, wanting highlights the tenderness and raw intensity of his love for you within the peaceful morning. there isn’t a better way to show his girlfriend that he loves her other than with dick and weed!
݁༊. ݁˖ᝰ.ᐟwarnings— NSFW soft!dom!sugu! x blk!reader! marijuana usage(blunt) high sex! sugu is a sucker for eye contact! sugu and reader both have a praise kink! makeout session(s)! soft sex p in v; sideways missionary pos! mentions of having a size kink! tummy bulge! overstim! and cock warming!
⋆ ݁₊࣪𐙚wc+an— around 1k+ i js couldn’t stop thinking abt sugu so i hit the wax n got busy! nd i also js want tha sugu dihhh so baaadddd+high sex=perfection! i alr know it(ima virgin)
────────── ₊˚ʚ ݁.☘︎ ݁˖˚݁.
thick and thin clouds of slightly yellow tinted smoke sailed throughout the still, bright room. peaks of the sun shining, surfaced bright through the cream paint walls of you and suguru’s shared room.
it was early, maybe around 8:30 in the morning when you first woke up. suguru was already awake, perched up on an elbow resting his soft face on his fist.
his silken tresses framed the sides of his face and back, freshly rolled joint and blunt in hand because he never knew which one you wanted to smoke that day.
instead of getting out of bed, brushing your teeth, getting ready for the day like any sane person would, suguru held the two options in one hand.
“your choice.” was all he said with a sly smile and attentive eyes blinking down at you. pointing a single finger at the blunt, knowing there’d be some typa flavor.
and with that, he reached for the lighter and the two of you sparked up, letting you have the first few hits, of course.
now, how you ended up with your pajama shirt off, one leg tossed over his larger yet slim, thick cock slowly fucking your weeping cunt into over-stimulation?
that would be a great question!
soft whimpers and whines were pulled from the back of your throat as his frenum pierced, bulbous tip softly kissed your g-spot. the pace was slow, just like the beginning of the morning.
his flushed unoccupied hand needed at the plush of your ass, helping you force your hips down to meet his steady yet slow pace.
your face was tucked away, forehead resting against his hammering chest, slipping into the warmth of his neck, hot tongue licking and teeth nipping at his sharp collarbone as if it were going to shut you up.
suguru still had the half smoked blunt in his a hand, bringing it to his lips to take another hit before dropping the blunt ridden hand far behind you, pulling you from the enclosed space.
his lips immediately caught yours, accepting the smoke and vertical frog eyed tongue piercing that filled your mouth within an instant. the sounds of your lips smacking and the rhythmic,
plap!…. plap!…. plap!….
had only made your gut curl with something deeper, something tender. your heart strings were tugging from the second you woke up.
pulling back from the kiss with a weak cry, your glossy eyes bored into suguru’s and now you really couldn’t stop the moans.
“mmm—fuh-fuck suguu!” you gasped as he scooted closer, prodigious dick only digging deeper in your dewy cunt, tip jamming into your cervix, earning another yelp.
his thrust that were shallow sped up only the slightest, but just enough to have your eyes watering. “shhh, i know, quiet down honey.” suguru lowly groaned out.
his voice was still thick with sleep and now lust and love. his hand smoothed over your damp cheek, moving to soothe your disarranged curls.
his hazel eyes lit with admiration and adoration and the side effects of the blunt he rolled minutes prior. he could see it working its effects on you too;
mind quiet and fuzzy, limbs twitching and jerking at every touch. sugu leaned closer, lips delicately pecking the corner of your mouth, as you listened to the filthy sounds the two of you are concocting.
speaking of, the blunt was nearing a roach, suguru brought it to your lips, watching you take your last hit.
sugu following in actions, blowing the smoke in a different direction before he put it out.
“hear that? …the sound of our love.” suguru whispered, warm breath fanning across your bitten lips. it only pulled another cry from the back of your throat.
”y'feel how much i love you?"
he thumbed at your bottom lip, opening your mouth just enough to slip his tongue inside, trying to swallow and savor your whimpers.
your body succumbing into him. his tongue gently licked at yours, moving to claim your entire mouth.
his firm, round tip didn’t leave your sweet spot once, just pressing into it further and further and further, to the point to where you were trembling.
your tongue barely worked against suguru’s as you felt that pit in your gut start to fill with oblivion.
you pulled back, wet, hazy eyes giving him that pleading look you made every time, right before you came.
shiny lips twisting into a deep pout and the deep furrow in your brows told him everything he needed to know.
well, besides your pussy pulsing around him when his hips push closer towards you.
“y'gonna cum? hmm baby?" suguru asked, one of his thin brows slightly ticking upwards. his eyes left yours for a second, gaze faltering downward staring at where he kept you soaking, pussy throbbing.
he already stole two orgasms from you within the span of 15 minutes and even now, he seemed like was determined to reduce you to even less.
your head bobbed up and down, lips parting to release a broken, mere, “yyeesss!!!” squeezed from the back of your throat.
your head lolled forward, eyes glimpsing at the protrusion in your tummy before squeezing shut as pleasure began overflowing and overstimulating you.
tummy seizing in uncontrollable ripples, thighs threatening to shut. “uh-unt, look at me.. need t'see you cum."
once you looked up, giving sugu his favorite look you earned a pleased hum and smile from him.
you felt his long dick twitch inside of you once, twice, before the sultry, thick spurts of his warm cum painted the depths of your womb, decorated tip kissing your cervix he continued to rut you.
“that’s it.. so obedient, such a sweet girl. mm, fuck y’re milkin me… there you go hunny.."
his sweet words of encouragement and praise only made you cum harder, pussy draining him for everything he’s worth. "nnhg- love you.. i love you so much sugu, ffuucckk!"
orgasm dragging out longer and longer due to his loving stare and working hips. your jaw fell in a silent cry, back arching into his amber and lavender scented hold.
he breathed out a smile, "i love you too baby." his hips didn’t still right away, suguru kept his pace consistent, fucking you both through the torturous pleasure.
suguru could feel his composure start to slip within the moment, his once stable hips were now jerky.
his hands squeezing at your ass, thighs, before setting on your face, moaning out a strangled, “shhiittt, jusss like that baby, fuhhhcckkk."
with a few more love humps against you, the unwavering gaze broke, sugu finally stilling his hips his meaty arms pulled you in close, breathing you in.
ragged breathing settled upon them, your eyes weakly blinking up at the ceiling, coming to a close. that was until you heard the flicker of the lighter.
pulling back and peaking open your eyes, suguru had the joint already lit in his mouth, smoke blowing, with a silly grin on his glowing face.
your bodies were spent, slick ridden, and still connected together. you already knew how the rest of the morning was going to go.
no title, straight into it since I do this for the love of the game
His body tensed, his breathing was heavy & jagged as you ruined his orgasm once again. He bit back a scream of frustration in his throat & tried to push the images out of his mind, but that only left a bitter taste in his mouth.
“Come on, I know I can get it this time,” you teased as he writhed beneath you, desperately trying to hold onto his orgasm. “Oh god.. I know you feel so good,” You whispered against his lips with a smile on your face. His breathing hitched. A small moan escaped him as his climax began to build up inside of him. “You always want me,” you said softly, stroking his jawline gently with your index finger as you slowly rolled off of him.
The heat from his dick still lingered on your hand, his eyes were glossy, full of want & his abs flexed as his balls twitched. “Please..” he had no energy to lift his head “Come back here..” he begged & pulled at your hips roughly, making you stumble backwards until he caught you by your waist. “Please…please don’t go.”
Your breath hitched as you felt yourself begin to tremble involuntarily, sitting directly on his lap, panties soaked with his precum which seemed sticky enough to hold you too together. Taking the opportunity, you slide your panties to the side & tease him.
You felt his dick twitch against your ass while his hands shook with excitement at your hips. You could tell he wanted more from you when you turned your head to look at his flushed face. You had other plans for him, smiling down at him with a teasing glint in your eyes.
His eyes left your back dimples as soon as you turned, his expression was filled with lust & passion. “I love you. Please…don’t leave. I need you…” his fingers curled tightly around your hipbone as he brought himself closer to you. You could smell his scent, the strong aroma of arousal & desire mixed into one sweet, masculine scent.
Your heart hammered against your rib cage, with his words, you took ahold of his dick & started to stroke him slowly, your thumb pressing against the tip gently. You moved faster & faster, your chest rising with each pump, your ass bounced slightly as you continued.
You felt his grip tighten on you & knew he was near. When you felt the first rope shoot out on your pussy, you lined up & pressed his dick inside. He gasped & clenched his fists. You rode him, forcing him deeper by leaner down & holding onto his legs.
His teeth gritted as he spat out, “Fuck... huhhh...yes!” a ring of cum formed, it made a slick & sticky sound as it slid down his shaft. You felt him grow even harder inside & you groaned, holding tight to his thighs. He bucked forward, making you arch your back, pushing your breasts upwards. You could tell he needed more, so you leaned forwards & kissed him deeply. With every move you made, his cock pulsed harder.
The sound of your ass slamming down against his pelvis became louder, you felt his cock growing hotter as you grinded yourself down on his dick. Your body began to shake violently, sweat dripped from both your armpits & down the sides of your neck. His eyes widened at your sudden orgasm. Your eyes closed, you let him fill you to the brim.
His thick, healthy cum flooded your pussy, leaving a trail of sticky white when he pulled out. You could feel it all coming out of you. His warm semen dribbled down your legs and onto his hard shaft. You were completely spent.
This might be a little out there but can I get a hikari x kirara x reader (male reader but gn is fine too!!)
Like the reader is a friend of tben and has been for a while. They’ve got a fat crush on the two as they do them and hikari and kirara are shamelessly flirting and being all touchy and loving and all around how they are with eachother
Only problem?? The reader is oblivious and thinks they’re just being nice
You can decide if it ends with the reader having to be told or somehow tbrough their thick skull it clicks that they’ve practically already joined the relationship and just need to make it official
Please and thanks!!!
~What do you mean we’re dating!?~
Synopsis: You’ve been friends with Hakari and Kirara for as long as you can remember, but you can’t for the life of you realize they also harbor feelings for you as well.
CONTENT: Established Relationship (Hakari x Kirara), Fluff, Multiple Characters x Reader, Oblivious Reader
REQUESTS: Open !! (Inbox 0 pending)
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Hakari, Kirara, and you were currently huddled up on the couch together which wasn’t an uncommon occurrence. In fact you’d love if you could be how they are with each other, but you’re going to have to keep this little crush to yourself. The last thing you’d want to do is get in between them and cause drama in their relationship. Out of the blue you hear Kirara calling out your name.
“[Name] did you hear what we said?”
She stops poking your arm once you look over at her.
“Oh! Sorry I was just zoning out.. what did you say?”
“Hakari and I were just asking if you’re free next Thursday?”
She tilts her head to the side as Hakari who is sitting on the other side of her speaks up.
“If you’re not just let us know. We don’t mind having to reschedule babe.”
You blush at the nickname he gives you as a confused look slowly crosses your face.
“Is something important happening next Thursday?”
Kirara laughs as she side hugs you tightly.
“You’re so funny! It’s our anniversary next week honey.”
Your confused expression morphs into a dumbfounded one at her words, but before you can speak Hakari beats you to it.
“They’re probably getting the date mixed up with our anniversary, nobody said it’d be easy having two of them.”
It takes a few moments of processing before you’re able to speak.
“Do you mean anniversary as in we’ve been dating for a year..?”
They both nod like it’s the most natural thing in the world.
“Crazy it’s already been a whole year right?”
Kirara says while still hugging you and leaning in to kiss your temple.
“Wait a second! I’ve been dating you two for a whole year and didn’t even know it!?”
Now it’s their turns to look dumbfounded at you. Hakari sits forward on the couch, looking at you.
“How did you not know!? You’ve got to be the most oblivious person on the planet!”
“Was it not obvious enough?”
You blush harder at her question.
“Well excuse me for not picking up on your hints!”
Hakari lets out a short chuckle.
“Hints? We were handing you the whole answer key!”
Kirara nods in agreement.
“Totally! What did you think all the cuddling, kissing, and dates meant?”
You’re left speechless as the realization of how oblivious you’ve been dawns on you. After a minute you gain the courage to ask a question.
“Well.. could we still celebrate our anniversary next week even though I’m a total idiot?”
They both smile at you and nod.
“Totally babe! It can be our anniversary and official relationship dinner.”
The rest of the night felt lighter knowing you had an awesome girlfriend and boyfriend who’d always be there for you.
~
AN: I think I got a little too silly with this one but this request was super fun and I hope it was enjoyable to read !!
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Asakusa, the town that was vastly populated by people who had lived here for generations and were accustomed to more of a traditional lifestyle, was brimming with a new sense of community. The height of tourists had come from the East to get the same sense of traditional hospitality that would really set them in another era of Japan, bringing a lot of money to the region but making a certain man unhappy.
Well, he was never really happy anyway, this instead annoyed him to no end, new people coming into his town just brought more trouble than needed and now he needed to bring in more protection to ensure that his home remained safe. It was never ending.
The captain of Special Fire Force Company 7, Benimaru Shinmon watched from a tall building close to HQ to look over the civilians moseying about around the village, the sight of familiar faces interacting with their neighbors and some opening their stores for the night. Then there were new faces, no doubt tourists making sure that they are getting their full trips worth it by asking the locals what information they needed to get them to where they needed to go. The further they were away from Asakusa, the better, he thought. He sighed and crossed his arms, thankfully the infernals haven’t been attacking the town as of late, but he feared that they were just waiting for an opportunity to do so.
“Miss Y/n! Miss Y/n!” His mismatched eyes landed on the plethora of children who were calling the name of a woman he was all too familiar with. Unwillingly at that. He watched as they ran on the gravelled street below him to a woman who was in a crotch with opened arms. A total of 15 kids scrambled around her figure, each one getting a hug from her. Each wore a backpack and a hat, a special occasion for what they were all meeting the woman for.
“Hello everyone!” she says hugging the last two kids in front of her.
“You ready?” she asks them, and they return with cheers as their answer and Y/n grins.
Benimaru’s right brow ticked in annoyance, why were they all so loud? They were like that boy Shinra and the reason he was out here was to get some peace and quiet from the likes of said boy. Him and the twins.
Miss Y/n as she is so affectionately called by the youth, was an activity leader in Asakusa, making all sorts of events and games for the people of Asakusa; if it weren’t for her the majority of the festivities that happened here wouldn’t be as grand as any other town. She was the embodiment of a party planner and made sure that everyone was involved. Benimaru couldn’t stand her.
He originally met Y/n when she first came to live in Asakusa three years ago for the Spiderlily festival, the biggest festival of the year at the end of Summer before school started again for the kids. It was protocol for any newcomers to meet the village elders first then the mayor, but Y/n was a special case. She was to stay in Asakusa for a week for preparation of the festival and would need to meet with the fire force first before she could start. To be frank, the Spiderlily festival called for a lot of fireworks and one of the captains from the fire force needed to be a part of the meeting for the festival, also to go over safety measures as well. Unfortunately, Akitaro wasn’t available to take his place like he normally did.
So when Y/n brought in the plans of how the festival would be set up with even more food stands and the upcharge of even more dangerous fireworks made Benimaru speak up for the first time.
“No. The amount of fireworks that you’re asking for could cause some serious problems.” He says with his arms crossed.
“Noted. But as you know, the Spiderlily festival is a three day event, and every evening as the festival ends, there are fireworks. Fortunately, these fireworks are good for the environment and won't cause any problems to people’s lungs.” Y/n is quick to respond with her arms crossed as well. Y/n didn’t like the attitude he had, from when he walked in the room and how he was throughout the meeting: not engaging with the elders, giving half-assed answers on his thoughts of what people can do if they bring their own crafts to decorate, and so on. It was like he was only there to fill a quota.
“What kind of fireworks are you offering to the festival Miss Y/n?” one of the event planners asked.
“These are new fireworks that a friend of mine was able to make, they're safe and quick.” she turns around to shuffle through the bag that she had brought with her. In her hands was a long tube that could pass off as a pool noodle that had a string attached to the side. Pulling the string, the top opened like a blooming flower and out came sparkles of red and orange, shaped into a rabbit that animatedly hopped around for a few seconds then disappeared. Clapping and excited ‘oh's' is heard from the people in the meeting, other than Benimaru who was looking at the entire thing, bored.
“How many do you have of these?” a woman next to her questions.
“I only have three to show as a demonstration but I can get more.” Y/n answered.
“Do they come in different shapes?” another asks.
“Yes, each one has a picture of what is inside once you pull the string. I am also told they come in different sizes as well.” Y/n says holding up the side to show the picture of a rabbit.
“What are they called?” one asks.
“Blooms, since they open up like a flower first then the sparks come out in a boom. Please remember: this is STILL a firework, and like any regular firework can hurt or kill you, I stress this now to make you all aware of the consequences.” she says and watches as everyone nods in understanding, including Benimaru.
“It’s also easier to trash as well, so the sight of burnt firework cases will not be a problem,” she holds both ends of the tube, crushing it down like an empty can and throwing it away in the recycling bin.
“And they’re environmentally friendly.” she finished and claps are heard again. She smiles at all the men and women in the meeting then bows. Her eyes cut at Benimaru and she looks him up and down in annoyance.
Once the meeting was concluded, Y/n gave her friend’s information to the head of the event planner and began packing up her belongings. Once she was done packing, Y/n made her way out the building and started her trek to the bus stop. She could see that it was already mid evening and hoped that she'd make it to the bus stop on time to catch her train.
“Hey.” a gruff voice calls from behind her and Y/n didn’t stop her stride to the bus stop. Heavy footsteps come walking up behind her.
“Hey.” their tone becomes louder and firmer. Y/n still ignored them.
“HEY!” Y/n is stopped in her tracks when a huge body blocks her path. Her eyes look up to see the ever brooding Benimaru Shinmon looking down at her with an annoyed look.
“Can I help you?” Y/n deadpanned.
“I was calling you.” he responds and Y/n crosses her arms.
“I don’t respond to ‘hey’, that’s for horses. I have a name.” she sasses.
“Well, you’re acting like an ass.” he claps back and Y/n looks at him with a raised brow.
“That’s a donkey, dumbass. If you’re going to clapback, at least have the right animal set up before you crash and burn.” she finalized and walked around him to continue her walk.
“Miss. Y/n.” he calls in an aggravated tone. This time she stops and turns around with a pleased smile.
“Now, was that so hard? How can I help you Benimaru-san?”
He placed his hands in his pockets and for a short time stood quietly, Y/n patiently waited for him to start speaking.
“There won't be any more buses coming to this stop this evening, you’ll have to go four blocks over to get to the next bus stop.” he said and Y/n pulled out her phone to see what time it was. It was already 5:30 and the last train she would be able to catch would leave at 6:30.
“Well, thank you for letting me know. I can find my own way home. I appreciate it.” She waved him off and started up her walk again.
“You don’t-” he begins and Y/n turned around to look at him.
“You don’t have to take the bus, you can come to the rest house for the night.” He offered.
“Rest house?” Y/n parrots. Benimaru nods.
“Yes, it’s just a few blocks away. You have to be at the event center tomorrow anyway, you can stay there for the night.” He concludes and Y/n crosses her arms, giving him a suspicious look.
“What’s the catch?” She says suddenly and Benimaru rolls his eyes. What’s the catch she asks, he pressed a hand to his forehead in irritation.
“There’s no catch, I’m just saving you a bus fare. It’s your choice, I'm just giving you a cheaper alternative.” He said.
Y/n pondered his offering, she did have a long way to get back to her hotel and with how late it was becoming it wouldn’t be safe to travel alone.
“Fine. Lead the way.” She finally conceded and Benimaru nods.
“Do you need help carrying that?” He points to her bag she was toting.
“My, aren’t you courteous?” She says handing over her bag. Y/n watched him sling the bag over his back and walked in front of her to guide her to the rest house.
True to his word, there was indeed a test house just a couple blocks away and Y/n looked over the building with curiosity, normally these were inside fire stations.
“Come on.” Benimaru calls to her from the front door and Y/n hurries after him.
Inside, it was exactly like how any other house would look; there was equipment on the walls and uniforms with boots. They remove their shoes and walk further into the building.
Benimaru led her to a sliding door and opened it to a room with a small dresser to the left and a kotatsu table in the middle. Benimaru sets her bag down by the door and goes over to the dresser and takes out a futon and pillow.
He lays out the futon, placing the pillow on top and motions with his hand for her to come closer. She bows in thanks and picks up her bag bringing it over to the futon.
“I can check to see if there is any food that can be cooked real quick.” He said and Y/n gave him a confused look.
“You’re staying as well?” She asked and Benimaru shrugged.
“I don’t have to go back to my unit until tomorrow anyway, I’ll stay here for the night and…host.” He says awkwardly.
Y/n shrugs but then shakes her head, remembering his question.
“To answer your question, no I’m not hungry. I had a bento before I left the event center but if you have any liquor I’ll take that.” She says as she takes out her night clothes and bonnet.
“Liquor? A little too early to be drinking isn’t it?” He teased and Y/n gave him a smirk.
“It’s never too early to party.” She says and gets up holding a bag and some clothes under her arm.
“Where’s the bathroom?”
“Just down the hallway.” He points to the door down the hall and watches her leave the room to go inside the bathroom and he leaves to head to the kitchen.
Raiding the cabinets and pantry, he finds a small bottle of sake and two cups then returns to Y/n’s room. He sets the bottle on the table and pours for two, then opens the door leading to the backyard to show the town below.
He takes a seat at the kotatsu and watches the city lights below, a serene atmosphere that lifts his spirits a bit. Footsteps are heard from behind him and Benimaru turns around to see Y/n come back into the room. His eyes nearly pop out of his head at the sight of her nightgown. A silk lace nightgown glistened against her brown skin too well and Benimaru turned away to hide his blushing face.
“Oh sake! Is it strawberry flavored?” She asked, sitting at the kotatsu as well.
“It’s the original.” Benimaru says quickly, still turned away.
“Oh, well thank you for pouring it for me.” She smiles in his direction then throws it back. She lets out a satisfying ‘aah’ and holds out her cup for another serving.
Benimaru finally turns around and pours her another cup, Y/n happily takes another quick drink and Benimaru finally takes a drink as well.
After a while the two of them slumped over the kotatsu, slightly tipsy and two empty bottles of sake lied on the table.
“I don’t understand why you’re so annoyed with everything, people just want to talk to you.” Y/n’s words slurred and Benimaru sucked his teeth.
“People talk too much, I don’t like to talk to people like that.” He said, his words slurring as well.
“You’re talking to me.” Y/n pointed at him.
“Because you’re in the rest house. I can’t leave you here alone.” He says.
“I’m not going to take anything.” She replies downing another drink.
“I didn’t say you would.”
“But you didn’t say I wouldn’t.” She clapped back.
“What? You don’t need anything else to drink.” He missed her hand to take away the cup and Y/n laughed at his slip up.
Benimaru tries again but Y/n is quicker moving the cup away and watching him fall on the ground. Benimaru and Y/n continued their tango of trying to get the cup but, when Y/n raised it over her head, Benimaru landed on top of her.
An awkward silence has now bloomed between them and Benimaru gets off of her. Y/n placed the cup back on the table and looked down at her hands, they were able to sober up a bit as well.
“Sorry.” He says and Y/n shakes her head.
“It’s okay, we’ve both been drinking. It’s getting late.” She says and Benimaru rubs the back of his neck.
“Have you lived here long?” She brings up.
“I’ve lived here my entire life. I was adopted by the fire force captain.” He tells her and Y/n nods.
“Wow, your dad must be proud.” She says.
Benimaru looks down at his empty cup then to the city below.
“I hope so.” He aired.
Y/n moved to sit beside him and placed a hand on his shoulder.
“Look, I’m really looking forward to the festival, and I think it would be a really good idea to help me set up the Blooms tomorrow. I could use the help.”
“I don’t have time for that.” He rebutted and Y/n raised a brow at that.
“Really? Because in the meeting earlier it is tradition for the captain of the fire force and his crew to both attend AND help the event planners. Going back on your word doesn’t seem like your character.” She voiced.
Benimaru frowned, then thought back to the meeting earlier.
Flashback
“And before we conclude today’s meeting, the fire force will attend the Spiderlily festival to help set up?” One of the event planners asked while looking down at a paper.
Benimaru, clearly not paying attention, nods.
“Great, we will conclude today’s meeting and will go ahead with our supply check. Thank you all for today.”
End of flashback
Benimaru curses quietly and Y/n smirks in triumph.
“Now that that’s done with…wanna fuck?” Benimaru’s eyes widened, startled by her outrageous outburst and Y/n’s sticks her tongue out showing him how long it was.
“I’ll make it worth your while.” She slithers her tongue close to his face where it nearly touches his nose then pulls away.
“What’s the catch?” He brings her question back and Y/n laughs as a sultry look is sent his way.
“Are you willing to find out?” She teased sitting on her knees in front of him.
Benimaru looks her over and then his hand finds itself wrapped around her throat.
“Set a safe word.” He demands his hand tightening slightly around her neck.
“Hmmm…sake.” She purred.
“What’s the word again?”
“Sake.” She affirmed and Benimaru brought her close for a deep kiss, ripping away her nightgown and laying her down. Benimaru marveled over her body and played with her breasts for a bit then left a trail of kisses and bite marks from her neck to her bellybutton. Only her underwear was keeping him away from what he desired and he brought his mouth over her clothed clit, licking it gently.
He ripped her underwear in the middle and pulled the cloth aside to show her glistening pussy then eats away. His tongue treatment is gentle as he takes a nips at her clit and Y/n has no choice but to place her legs over his shoulders.
Y/n arched her back as she felt his tongue enter her hole and swirl around somehow reaching the spot inside of her. Y/n felt how deep his tongue was reaching inside of her and played with her breasts.
Once he had his fill, Benimaru removed his tongue with her cum leaving a trail behind and then took off his uniform. Once he was completely naked, Benimaru then lies down on his back and motions for her to get on top of him.
Y/n shakily sits up and crawls over his body until she is nested on top of his chest. He helps her turn around and brings her head down to his dick, she automatically knows what she needs to do and takes his dick into her hand, placing kisses along the head and down to his balls.
While she was doing that, Benimaru uses his pointer finger to stretch out her pussy, steadily fingering her and adding another finger inside of her slippery hole.
Y/n engulfed his dick into her mouth and started bobbing up and down, coating it in her spit and dribble and paying great attention to his balls as well. Benimaru moaned softly at her hot mouth continually enveloping his dick and bucked his hips up into her mouth from time to time.
Benimaru kept up with scissoring his fingers inside of her, even adding his thumb to play with her clit and licking up the cum that dripped out.
Y/n moaned around his dick and pumped it to help him grow closer to his release, she stopped pumping when he suddenly smacked her ass.
“No one told you to rub my dick, keep sucking.” He commands and Y/n does so.
Benimaru watches her pussy tighten around his fingers and based on the way she moaned, she had come on his fingers. Her pussy’s cum dripped down his chest and Benimaru removed his fingers to lick it up.
Just from her cumming, Y/n stuffed her mouth all the way down his dick till it reached the back of her throat, Benimaru comes as well and Y/n gulps it all.
Removing her mouth, Benimaru groans softly at the sudden cold air and lifts her up to drop her on his dick. Y/n gasps at the sudden intrusion and starts moving her hips, circling them to have him reach that same deep feeling from before.
Benimaru held her hips as he watched her move above him, the sensation of her pussy around his dick was like euphoria. Y/n pants as she slaps her ass down on him, placing her hands on her knees to bring it down harder and turning her head over her shoulder to see his contorted face.
“Fuck, enough of this.” He growls and suddenly sits up. Benimaru moved her to lay beneath him, and spread her legs wider to thrust into her again.
Y/n moaned as she ran her nails down his chest, a blissed out smile on her lips. He was fucking her so good and she couldn’t help but want more.
“More!” She moaned.
Benimaru’s hands wrap around her neck, squeezing slightly and Y/n gasping in excitement. Just by doing that, Benimaru felt her walls squeeze around him and groaned loudly. Thrusting harder, he squeezed just a bit more and then Y/n’s back arch into his chest, along with her pussy soaking him and the ground below them.
Still not finished, Benimaru removed his hands from her neck and Y/n gave him a heated look, it seems that she was just as eager to continue as he was. Moving to lay on her stomach, Y/n wagged her bare ass at him indicating that she wanted to be mounted by him, a naughty look sent around her shoulder.
Benimaru grabs her hips and pressed his hips against her ass and pushes her head down onto the ground, keeping her there as he starts thrusting again.
“Take all of me, you will feel every inch of me in your little pussy.” He growled and Y/n moved her hips in time with his thrusts.
“Benimaru-san!” She moans and Benimaru wraps an arm around her waist to pull her unimaginably closer to his crotch. If she tried to escape, she wouldn’t be able to move even if she wanted to.
“Benimaru-san!” He was getting closer and gritted his teeth.
“Benimaru-san!” Just a little closer.
“Waka!” Benimaru’s eyes widened and his mismatched irises turned to his right to find Shinra calling him. His eyes blinked in confusion as he realized that he was stuck in a flashback.
“Come on, we have to get going for patrol!” Shinra says, then turns to leave.
Benimaru looks down from his perch to see Y/n looking back at him, a smirk on her lips and her tongue slithering out then back into her mouth. She sends a wink his way and Benimaru scoffs.
