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Obey Me Masterlist
A side note about my obey me links, they are SUPER old and I haven't been active, like really truly writing for about 2-3 years. I defiantly have changed my writing style, so newer fics probably wont match quite well. Sorry
18+ mdni | mean brat tamer xavier for my wife @starkissedxav mueheheeh
TW. degradation, kinda petplay? he makes u bark, swearing, piv, face fucking, oral (m rec), creampie
“what should we do for dinner?”
you were spread across the couch, twisted into a position xavier swore couldn’t be comfortable as you mindlessly scrolled through your phone. the two of you finally had a consecutive day off, so a vast majority of it was spent sleeping, eating, or doing absolutely nothing.
he hummed from his spot in the kitchen, peering into the fridge before deciding to make the most of the remainder of the night.
“why don’t i cook for us? i’ve been seeing lots of good recipes on—”
xavier was cut off by an obnoxious snort, your sudden loud laughter filling the room. “what’s so funny?” he questioned, walking towards you with an inquisitive look on his face.
you threw your phone onto the ground, eyes trailing up his lithe figure before landing on his face. a smug, teasing grin formed on your lips as you spoke. “no offence xav, but you’re not exactly the best cook. i’ve seen you fuck up boiling water”
xavier’s ears flushed a bright red as he pouted, pink lips pursed as he tried to justify his skills or lack thereof. “boiling water’s unpredictable, how was i supposed to know it could get that…bubbly”.
you bit your lip in a poor attempt to conceal your amusement, nodding sternly to show your faux support. “oh i’m sure it is mr lightseeker…why don’t we do hotpot again? i doubt you could fuck that one up”
xavier’s eyes widened, the usual puppy-dog look being replaced with a dark gleam. he stepped closer, looming over your tangled position on the couch until his shadow completely covered you.
“you really love running that mouth, don't you?" he whispered, clicking his tongue as his blue eyes locked onto yours with absolute authority. "off the couch. now."
the sudden shift in his voice made your heart do a violent flip. your smirk instantly vanished as you scrambled to sit up properly, suddenly feeling very small under his gaze.
“w-wait” you stammered, holding your hands up as you tried to backtrack. "didn't mean it like that, i was just—"
a soft, breathy laugh cut you off, but there was no warmth in it. xavier didn't budge, his dark eyes tracking the frantic movement of your lips.
“three” he said calmly, taking a slow step until his knees were brushing against the edge of the cushions. your breath hitched.
“cmon xav, seriously i didn’t—”
he shook his head like he was genuinely shocked at your audacity, a pitiful gaze on his otherwise apathetic face. “two."
your heart raced as his presence seemed to fill the room completely, so overwhelming it made it hard to breathe. realizing there was no point in fighting back, you quickly scrambled to kneel on the floor, the sound of your knees hitting the tile making him smirk as he took a seat in front of you.
“aww, i was hoping to show you what happened when we got to one. why’d you have to start behaving now?”
a finger lifted your chin to look at him, your soft and gentle boyfriend replaced by the wicked sadist that only came out when he was with you.
you kept your fists tight on your thighs, lips shut until he gave you permission to speak. “such an obedient bitch when you wanna be, makes me think i’m not strict enough when you act up.”
tremors wracked through your body as he degraded you, your brain coming up with a million ways this could go—each making you more excited than the last. a shaky breath left your lips as you tried to calm yourself, your obvious excitement making him laugh.
“god, you’re fucking sick huh? make me feel so bad when you’re crying for me, but you like this shit too don’t you?”
you nodded your head rapidly, hoping he’d let you show how sorry you were. he hummed before pushing you back with a finger on your forehead, sending you to the other side of the room with a flick of his head before instructing you further.
“crawl to me.”
you hesitated to get on all fours, equal parts shame and arousal flooding your nervous system. you opened your mouth to speak but were reminded of your place as he quirked a brow. a whimper sounded from your throat as you slowly made your way to him, knees sore from pressing onto the hardwood floor.
“speak.”
embarrassment had tears brimming your eyes before you let out several soft barks in succession. if it were anyone else, you’d kick their ass.
but this was xavier, and even now, you felt safe. yes—he held the power, but you had the control to end this any time you wanted. it took time to build enough trust to ensure you were comfortable setting limits, but xavier knew you’d stop him if it were too much. the fact you didn’t meant he could push you further.
“still hungry puppy?” his husky voice spoke, your eyes flicking from his eyes to his lips to the hand palming his now prominent bulge.
you nodded and brought your fists in front of you in a begging manner, showing him how docile you had become. he chuckled before unbuckling his belt, the familiar sound of metal clicking making your cunt gush.
xavier barely pulled his jeans down, lowering them just enough to expose his boxers with a damp spot on them. he shivered as he began to stroke himself in front of you, drool pooling in your mouth at the sight.
“spread your legs. wanna see how bad you want it.”
any sort of shame had left you by now, immediately leaning back to discard your pants and spread your pussy lips, strings of slick between them concrete evidence of how much you loved when he took charge.
he groaned and threw his head back, adam’s apple bobbing as he applied pressure onto his twitching length. you pressed your thighs together in hopes to alleviate the heat building between them but were quick to separate them when he lifted his head and glared at you with furrowed brows.
“did i fuckin’ say you could do that? god, you just never learn huh?”
your figure trembled before him as he pulled his length from the confines of his boxers, grabbing you by the hair and bringing you below it, slapping his cock onto your cheeks.
you whined at his ministrations but made no move to stop him, the heat of his heavy length against your skin only further arousing you. “should i let you get it wet before i fuck you? or do you want it to hurt?”
you stuck your tongue out in response, a string of drool immediately falling from the muscle as you stared at the bead of precum running down his flushed length. xavier bit his lip to stop the whines that threatened to fall from them, choosing to distract you from how needy he felt by shoving his cock down your throat and bucking his hips to make you gag.
“let me see you can take it, puppy”
you hummed in response, trying to relax your throat and breathe through your nose as he buried himself in the tight muscles of your throat. he threw his head back once more to avoid finishing to early, the sight of you choking on his length too easily pushing him over the edge.
spit bubbled at the sides of your mouth as he continued to fuck himself into your mouth, loudly groaning when your nose tickled the hairs at the base of his cock. you felt his length twitch in your throat before he quickly pulled you off him, pumping his length slowly before signalling for you to get on top of him.
“fuck, so fucking good for me” he moaned, pressing his lips against yours in a harsh kiss. the taste of him on your tongue had him groaning, fingers circling your slick hole before lining his cock with your entrance and shoving himself into you.
“xav, t-too much” you finally spoke, raspy voice turning into a moan as he sucked at the pulse point at the base of your neck and circled your clit. he kissed up the column of your throat before looking at you with pure adoration, the sight of you falling apart because of him making his heart burst with love.
“i know starlight, but you take it so good, don’t you?”
you nodded before starting to bounce on him, thighs already feeling a burn as you desperately chased your release. xavier leaned back and stared at your movements, already nearing his climax again.
“so close angel, need you to finish first for me”
his thumb grazed the sensitive bundle of nerves at the apex of your cunt, your walls tightening automatically as he stimulated your most sensitive spots. you nodded eagerly before your release unexpectedly washed over you, triggering xavier’s orgasm as well.
spurts of cum filled you up, leaking out after it reached your hilt. xavier’s lips trailed across your shoulder, pressing gentle kisses on your sweaty skin before finally pulling back and brushing your hair from your face.
“shower then hotpot?” he whispered, voice once again soft and kind. you nodded, knowing that you guys were gonna go for a round two in the shower and end up just ordering in.
your otherwise entirely empty mind is buzzing with nothing but thoughts of him as his overwhelmingly large body holds you firmly in place, as you're vulnerably bent over beneath.
the hunk is putting enough pressure on your throat with his powerful arm to make you gasp for him in pleasure. not enough to completely cut off oxygen, but enough to make your glossy eyes leisurely roll back and your bottom lip slide under your upper teeth.
plap, plap, plap!
valko is viscously fucking you at the perfect angle. despite the pace though, they aren't mean thrusts. they're calculated. every stroke meant to fill you with satisfaction and thrill.
"y' think you can take me like this gorgeous?" he grunts behind your ear, "tell me if you want me to stop okay? don't wanna hurt you."
Xavier loves missionary just so he can hover above you, forearms and biceps flexing as he rolls his hips deep and hard just so he can watch your breasts move.
He’s not shy about it either, purposely pinning your wrists to the mattress so you can’t try and cover yourself. Tutting at you for even attempting to hide from him.
Sapphire eyes locked in on the way your breasts move in such an addictive fluid motion as his cock drills into your sweet, sticky cunt. “Nothing to be ashamed of, my star.”
Still, you find it humiliating as your breasts nearly hit your chin. The rocking motion of his hips rolling into your body brings you enough pleasure that it nearly drowns it out.
Nearly.
“Xavier!” You manage to rasp, tears blurring your vision from pleasure and embarrassment. The conflicting sensations so overwhelming that you can’t help but clamp down around every inch of his velvety cock.
“S’nothing to be embarrassed about, you’re so pretty. My pretty star, all for me, yeah?” He knows, this isn’t the first time you’ve gotten awfully shy about the movement in your body when he fucks you. It’s baffling to him that you think he’d see this as anything other than purely addictive.
NSFW Audio Warning! Headphones recommended!
Xavier wakes up hard and needy, pressing against you from behind
all the sounds are either from the game or the free OpenNSFW database, no AI was used
"nghh! please tell me you're all in," he avoids the question but his ears twitch.
with a slow slide, he bottoms out in you. your lips are pulled taut and thin, glistening as they're stretched wilide.
"hey short stack, you crying?" you don't even notice tears have slipped loose. he cups your face, ears flat in concern.
"does it hurt? i-ill pull out," soft whines bubble from his throat. he leans in, licking away the salt on your cheeks. poor valko, his size feels like an imposition to him.
you shake your head. "move," you tell him. he bites the inside of his cheek before he buries his head into your neck and starts rocking his hips.
you don't know if it's the result of his grueling sets at the gym or just the terrifying width of him, but you swear you feel every hot, pulsing vein running down his shaft dragging against your hyper-sensitive walls with every pump.
"s-so big..." a broken sob slips past your lips at the wet, friction-heavy slide of him.
it's only when he sees your brows drawn in ecstasy that he lets himself indulge in the tight, hot grip of you. your exhausted walls pulse around his too-heavy length.
the slick, crimson tissues cling to him, pulling outward and turning slightly inside-out as they drag along his length.
his gaze moves lower to where he pokes at your tummy from the inside. it has him trembling, halting entirely. his tail stiffens at the sight and then thumps onto the mattress eagerly
"are you going to move or not?"
that's all the permission he needs to fuck like a bitch in heat.
themes/cw: porn without plot, tension, friends to lovers kinda, kissing, Xavier in his uniform, explicit sexual content (fingering, thigh riding)
summary: Xavier shows up at your doorstep after a long day of work, guards lowered and in need of some company. Once he notices you’ve been dealing with some pent up frustration of your own he’s more than happy to help….
word count: ~ 2.5k
notes: soft spoken, love drunk Xavier has me in a chokehold; he’s comforting AND a hot mess
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The sound of the doorbell caught you off guard. You sat up on your couch, cheeks flushed, the display of your e-reader still showing evidence of your nightly reading. It was that time of the month again and you couldn’t help but feel restless and in need of some relief. But now you only felt caught in the act.
You didn’t even expect someone to show up at this hour; it was after midnight already.
The doorbell rang again, followed by a hurried knock.
You stood, hesitant whether this was a a possible break in or just one of your neighbours trying the wrong door.
That’s when it clicked. You only had one neighbour you recently found at your doorstep ...
You hurried to open, finding a dishevelled Xavier, just as expected. His gaze flicked up to yours, his blue a fervent mess. “Hey.”
“Hey.” You noticed he was wearing his hunter uniform. He looked exhausted and a little beside himself. “What happened to you?”
“I ...” He frowned, lips twisting and you noticed the cut on his bottom lip. “Had a rough day. Can I come in?”
You stepped aside to let him pass, your stomach tied in a knot of worry. “Xavier, are you hurt?”
He let out a weighted breath as he took off his gloves, back turned to you. He was standing there like a lost cause and your heart squeezed at the sight.
Xavier had always been a good friend to you. You’d spent many nights eating take out, watching movies, falling asleep on each other’s shoulders. Like a quiet compromise, spending each other company, having each other’s back ...
You were friends. And still, the fact that he came to you in a state like this made you feel strangely appreciated.
“I’ll be fine, don’t worry.” He offered you a soft smile. “I didn’t want to be alone, is all. I hope I didn’t wake you up?” He glanced into the living room where a small light was on and a wine glass stood abandoned on the coffee table.
“No, you didn’t. I was just ...” You shrugged, trying to keep a calm expression. “Reading.”
His gaze had softened and his smile bled into the blue of his eyes as if he knew something you didn’t. “Ah.”
For a wicked moment, you thought about him taking the distance and kissing you against the closed door. Still in his uniform, your hands in his already messy hair ...
“Is it weird that I’m here?” Xavier asked, breaking your illusion. He must’ve seen something on your features because he frowned. “I’m sorry, I just wanted to see you. I–”
“No!” You blurted, shaking your head. “Come in. Make yourself comfortable. I’ll get you a glass of wine.” Your eyes settled on his mouth, studying the cut. “And maybe the first aid kit?”
Xavier averted his eyes. He cleared his throat, then nodded at your offer. “Really, I’m fine.”
~
Five minutes later you returned to the living room with a fresh glass and the first aid kit only to find Xavier already on the couch, eyeing your e-reader with raised eyebrows.
You froze, suddenly realizing you left it there unlocked with a very compromising scene on full display.
With burning cheeks, you joined him on the couch, pouring him a glass of wine and nudging the e-reader out of sight, trying to act oblivious.
You felt Xavier’s gaze on you, his hand resting close to where you took a seat. You offered him the glass of wine and a smile. He took a sip, never letting go of your gaze; his expression remained completely unreadable. When he lowered the glass to the table, your gaze once again dipped to his mouth, inspecting the cut on his bottom lip.
His jaw tensed and you frowned at him. “Does it hurt?”
“What?” He seemed surprised by the question, puzzled even.
You reached for him without thinking, carefully taking his chin in your hand, angling his head to get a better view of the injury. Once again, his jaw muscles worked under your touch. “That’s a nasty cut.”
“y/n ...” The sound of your name on his lips, all hoarse and a little desperate, caught you off guard.
You looked up at him, finding him staring at you already, pupils blown as if ...
You drew back, letting go of his face but he was reaching for you, hand closing around your wrist. The contact of skin sent a tingling sensation all the way up your spine.
“Let me help you with that,” you said, your voice almost a whisper.
The moment stretched on, his eyes locked on yours as if he was weighing his options.
This was new – you’d always felt a certain tension around him, couldn’t deny that he was handsome and his voice a soothing calm after a stressful day. But you had never actively allowed yourself to feel more; you had dreams about this; sometimes your mind slipped ... But this situation was real. He was staring at you like he wanted to devour you.
“There is something you can help me with,” he said after a few seconds. His voice was calm, his words carefully picked out.
“What is it?”
He loosened the grip on your wrist to brush his fingers up your arm – more tingling sensations, more fuel for your already spiralling mind. Your breath hitched as he reached your shoulder and he stopped, gaze dropping to your neck and your exposed collar bones, then back up to your lips where it remained.
Your heart was hammering in your chest at the anticipation. You didn’t dare to move, wishing for him to take the first step.
But something suddenly shifted in his expression. He leaned back, restoring distance between you and leaving your skin achingly empty where his fingers had touched you seconds before.
“Perhaps” – his eyes fluttered shut, his whole face flushed up to his ears – “I really am hurt. I seem to have lost any sense of restraint tonight.”
You swallowed at the words, shifting closer to him on the couch. “Xavier, what’s going on with you?”
He was resting his head on the couch, eyes opening halfway to reveal a hooded gaze. The way he was looking at you was enough to make you squirm, subtly pressing your legs together at the rising anticipation in your core.
It didn’t help that you had been feeling on edge all night already thanks to your cycle; the possibility of Xavier in your apartment looking at you like he wanted to ruin you wasn’t exactly making you think rationally.
“What were you reading?” He suddenly asked, snapping you out of your fantasy.
A fresh wave of heat rushed to your cheeks and you glanced at the e-reader now pushed beneath a couch cushion. “Uh ... I ... Just some book.” As if he didn’t know already.
“You can tell me, you know.” His hand flexed beside him. “Maybe we can help each other?”
You shifted again, unable to hide how his words were impacting your body, pooling right between your legs. You were already too far gone. “What do you mean?”
It was a dumb question, really. But Xavier’s smile was soft and a little strained as his gaze roamed over you again. “Come here.”
You did as he told you without hesitating. Only when you sat close to him, when your legs were touching and he was leaning over to nuzzle your neck with his nose, you allowed yourself to breathe again. It came out all shaky and harsh and Xavier chuckled quietly against your skin, drinking you in for a moment before moving his nose to brush against your jaw, then your cheek. “You smell so good, y/n.” He sighed as if revelling in that very scent for a moment. “I missed it so much.”
“I missed you too,” you admitted to him and he stilled, drawing back just enough to look at you through half-lidded eyes.
“You did?” His lips were ghosting over yours. “Did you think of me when you read that book?”
You felt your stomach flip at the question, at the tone of his voice – all of Xavier’s gentle kindness yet laced with something darker. All new. All yours for the taking.
“Yes.” The words fell from your mouth in an involuntary confession. But you didn’t have time to regret it because he was already kissing you.
He was so warm, gentle yet just rough enough as he leaned closer, demanding your lips to part for him so his tongue could brush against your bottom lip, then further up against your own tongue.
You moaned at the sensation of him taking what he wanted from you, feeling the rough cut of his small injury as he deepened the kiss. His hand came up to your neck to steady you and press you further up against him at the same time as if it was still not enough, as if he wanted even more.
“All this time, I thought I was imagining things.” He breathed in between more kisses. “I thought you would never crave what I crave.”
Your stomach flip-flopped again. You drew back, taking his face in your hands. “You really mean it?” Your thumb brushed over the cut on his bottom lip, your gaze followed.
He groaned softly into your touch. “When you look at me like that, I want to ...”
Your eyes snapped back up to his. “Yes?”
The next kiss was harsher. You put your arms around his neck as he pulled you into his lap, a rough sound leaving his throat as you lowered your weight onto him.
“You must feel so tense after reading that book,” he breathed, lips brushing from your mouth to your jaw and further down to your collarbone. He sucked at the skin, aiming to leave a mark and you felt that same ache between your legs again, desperate for relief.
He hummed as if in understanding, hand brushing over your bare thigh up to the hem of your shorts. “I told you, I can help you.” He squeezed at the squishy skin of your thighs, drawing a gasp from you. “You can use me to find some relief.”
When you looked at him you felt yourself tremble. He was watching you with intent, waiting for your response. You nodded, shifting in his lap and feeling him already hard against his pants. He was still wearing his uniform and your mind already went wild with imagery of him pressing you against the couch, burying himself inside you.
But Xavier had different plans, it seemed. He gripped your hips to guide you over him until you were situated with your knees on either side of his left leg, your shorts bunched up high on your thighs, pressing against your throbbing entrance.
He was leaning back, watching you as he flexed his thigh.
It was a subtle sensation with all those layers of clothes beneath you, but your hips rolled forward anyway, providing a wave of perfect friction.
Your eyes fluttered shut as you circled your hips again, settling into a quick and desperate rhythm almost immediately.
Xavier’s hands gripped your hips, pushing you down and angling his leg to aid you. “Does that feel good?”
“Mh, y-yeah.” You couldn’t help but revel in the friction of your movements. You had been pent up all day, trying to touch yourself to chase relief but this was so much better than anything you could’ve conjured in your imagination.
“Xavier,” you gasped, opening your eyes to find him watching you, his blue gaze glazed over, as if your pleasure alone was getting him off just as much.
“I know, baby.” His hands were still on you, guiding your hips. “I got you. Can you show me how much you missed me?”
His words had your hips jerking uncontrollably as you were chasing that high. They sent you right over the edge in an intense orgasm. You kept humping his thigh, one hand clutching his uniform, the other hand gripping his shoulder as you rode out your high until you collapsed into him with panting breaths.
His arms were around you, steadying you and pulling you in a close embrace. He nipped at your earlobe, and you shuddered, burying your face in his neck.
“I’m glad,” he said in that same soft voice as before, “that I’m not the only one who imagined this.”
You brushed your thumb over the cut on his lip again. “Is it now my turn to help you?”
He shook his head, pushing you off his thigh only to flip you over onto the couch so he could tower over you.
“I’m sure I can get one more from you.” His voice was nearly a whisper as he slipped a hand into your shorts, beneath your soaked slip. You gasped as he dragged one finger along your folds, slipping it in and curling it against that sensitive spot. Your hips twitched against his hand, still sensitive from the first orgasm but chasing the sensation as your hand gripped his hair.
He slipped another finger in, watching your face as his lips were hovering above yours. “See? You’re still pretty tense.”
“Please, Xavier.” You were outright moaning his name because his thumb was now circling your clit as he kept moving his fingers in a lazy rhythm. “I need it.”
“So beautiful.” He hummed in understanding, then pressed a kiss to your temple. “Right here?” He was hitting a spot that sent stars through your vision, gripping your hips and holding you down while you kept grinding up against him. “Are you gonna cum again, baby? Just for me?”
“Y-Yes.”
Your second orgasm ripped through you just as intensely as the first one. You were clinging to Xavier as you gasped his name, hands fisting into his uniform as you came undone beneath him.
He kissed you before you could fully recover, starting slowly, lazy strokes of his tongue licking into your mouth and lapping up your moans as he let you use his hand to ride out that second high.
Your eyes fluttered open as his hand left your shorts only so he could brush his thumb against your mouth, gaze ravenous. You opened for him, taking his fingers into your mouth and sucked as your eyes remained fixed on him.
His jaw tensed and his eyes went glassy as he watched you and when he lowered his hand to kiss you again, you could hear him moan softly in the back of his throat.
You were completely breathless, your knees wobbly and your shorts and panties ruined. You brushed a hand through Xavier’s hair, watching his face as he kept hovering above you. He was looking ever hungry, probably painfully hard against his pants by now.
But when you slid your hand between the two of you, reaching for his belt, he caught your wrist, then pressed a kiss to your palm before continuing up your arm. He was bunching your shirt up all the way to your breasts, then pressed his mouth to your belly, fingers hooking into your shorts as that half-lidded gaze found yours again.
“Now,” he said, tone laced with more dangerous intent, “I’m gonna use my tongue.”
thinking abt soft cozy nights in with xavier that end with the two of you eating snacks way too late in your kitchen and giggling and singing off key to romance songs and dancing in the kitchen and telling each other sweet nothings to see who breaks first </3
valko has a habit of nuzzling you whenever he can ♡
he just cannot help himself, the moment you’re within reach, he’s leaning in.
he’ll rest his forehead on your shoulder for a second before rubbing his nose against you with the tiniest sigh, like he’s exactly where he wants to be.
“valko..?”
he only hums in response, nose now buried against the side of your neck, taking a deep breath in.
“…are you listening?” you try again.
he nuzzles you again, with a little more energy, smiling when you laugh and try to push his face away.
“ughh.. stop it!” you playfully whine.
but you lying in bed is always his favorite.
he’ll curl his arms around you, hiding his face against your hair or the crook of your neck, breathing you in like it’s the most comforting thing in the world.
his wolf ears relax the instant he settles against you, giving a content flick as you absentmindedly scratch behind one.
“…mm.” it’s barely a sound— more of a pleased rumble from him.
you smile, continuing to rub slow circles behind his ear.
behind him, his tail gives a slow, lazy swish across the bed.
“aww! your tail is wagging, you’re like a real puppy!” you say in complete awe.
the fluffy thing gives another thump against the mattress.
“…traitor,” he almost growls, but he isn’t talking to you— he’s talking to his tail.
his ears pin back with embarrassment while the traitorous thing keeps swaying behind him anyway, picking up speed the more you laugh.
“i can’t control it..” he huffs. “stop looking at it.”
he lets out the smallest groan before hiding his face even deeper against your neck.
a little silence passes, and after a bit he mumbles something into your skin.
“what was that?” you ask.
“…makes me feel better.” his ears lower slightly with embarrassment once again. “when you smell like me.”
you reach up to smooth a hand over one fluffy ear, smiling when it flicks happily beneath your fingers.
“then i guess i don’t mind.”
his tail, which had finally calmed down, immediately starts wagging again— faster this time, sweeping happily back and forth against the blankets.
hi this is js me dumping my thoughts cos ur my fav jiejie caleb artist now but i think she'd look .... so gorjus as the netherlord .... like w the chest plate sitting js right yk ?!??!?!?!?! HEHEHEHHE OK THATS IT BYE HAVE A GOOD DAY
