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shanastoryteller · 1 day

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Happy birthday!! Can we please get a continuation of Sacrifice is Free, or anything Untamed or Naruto? Thank youuuu

a continuation of 1 2 3 4 5 6 7

Obviously keeping Lee from being squashed like a bug is a higher priority than her secrets, but right now she’s really cursing Gaara for putting her in this position. Specifically, in her father’s office with her parents and the three saanin. It really feels like Orochimaru shouldn’t be here, at least, but he followed Jiraiya and no one had stopped him.

“It’s not a big deal,” she says, arms crossed. “I’ve seen you do it a million times.”

“It’s an intense burden on your chakra coils,” her father says, frowning.

She stares, biting back the retort she can feel on the tip of her tongue.

“I think she knows,” Orochimaru says dryly. “Seeing as she’s done it.”

“You be quiet,” Minato orders. Orochimaru rolls his eyes.

Kushina grabs onto her arm, tugging on it in a way that makes her want to pull it out of her grip and escape out the window, but she knows better. Her father knows she can do the Flash now, but obviously he can to. She’s pretty sure she can’t outrun him. “Honey, why did you – you can’t, it’s dangerous, you really shouldn’t strain yourself like this-”

“It’s fine,” she says. “Mom, relax. It’s not like I do it all the time.”

Where people can see her, anyway.

“You could be hurting yourself,” she insists. “Tsunade, come here, take a look at her.”

Naruto takes a step back, but her mother doesn’t let go of her arm. “No thanks. I’m fine. I didn’t even get hurt in my preliminary match.”

A ninja from Grass that she almost felt bad for. It was more effort to not make it look so easy than it was to defeat him.

“Pull up your shirt, Naruto,” her father says. “We should take a look at your seal. Just in case.”

Her blood goes cold. Before she can think up an excuse, Kushina is yanking up the hem her orange long sleeve to just below her chest. “Mom!”

“Is it bothering you? Are you feeling okay?” she asks, not even looking at her, instead staring at her stomach. She almost asks if her mother is asking the Kyuubi or her, but that would be a bad idea for several reasons.

She feels bad about this, but she pulls away from her mother, prying her hand off of her arm. “The seal is fine.”

“Here, this will only take a moment,” Jiraiya says, hand outstretched.

She’s debating using the Flash to get away, even though she knows that will just make everything worse in the long term, when Orochimaru flash steps to directly in front of her, blocking them all from getting to her, and presses his cool hand against her abdomen. She feels chakra moving against her skin and she’s about to shove a kunai in either his hand or his skull when he steps back and says, “The seal is fine. You’re all over reacting. Can we move on now?”

Naruto can hear her pulse pounding in her hears, fear and confusion swirling inside of her.

“Orochimaru!” Minato snaps.

Jiraiya puts an arm on her father’s shoulder. “I’ll just take a look-”

“As if you know more than I do,” Orochimaru scoffs.

Jiraiya’s mouth drops open. “I’m a seal master!”

Orochimaru raises an eyebrow. “Everyone in this room is a seal master. You’re not special.”

Naruto doesn’t move a muscle. He’s obviously not talking about her. Right?

“You can’t just put your hands on my daughter!” Kushina shouts, as if that’s not exactly what she’d been asking Jiraiya and Tsunade to do.

It quickly devolves into an all out shouting match between them. Naruto edges towards the window then slips down, quickly darting between buildings. Anyone looking for her will expect her to take the roofs.

Orochimaru couldn’t have created that distraction for her on purpose, could he? Why would he? He doesn’t even know her. Maybe he’s not as a good a seal master as he thinks he is and he really hadn’t noticed anything off about her seal.

Everyone always looks for her at the Uchiha compound first, and recently the second place they look is the Harunos. Any of her friends are too obvious and she doesn’t really feel like giving some ANBU the slip right now.

She heads to the apartments near the academy and knocks on a small apartment on the third floor. The door opens and she takes a step forward, resting her forehead against his chest. “Hi. Can I hide here?”

They’ll forget about it or get too distracted to care after a couple hours. At most a day.

Iruka sighs and curls his arm around her back, tugging her into a hug that settles almost all her irritation at once. “Of course, Naruto.”

#prompt answers #prompts are closed #asks #dreamsfullofdragons #naruto

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nyashykyunnie · 1 day

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˗ˏˋ Jinwoo Drabbles ◛⑅·˚ ༘ ♡ ˎˊ˗

ₓ˚. ୭ ˚○◦˚𝕊𝕦𝕟𝕘 𝕁𝕚𝕟𝕨𝕠𝕠˚◦○˚ ୧ .˚ₓ

‼️[ TW: Implied Yandere Jinwoo, suggestive end <3]

╰┈➤ ❝ [ Jealous. Jealous Jealous. ] ¡! ❞

What kind of rage is more terrifying than one that is being displayed in the open like a volcanic eruption?

The type that is silent.

The kind of rage akin to that of a blazing flame that sits beneath calm serene water free of ripples. The kind of fury hidden inside a doll that has been abused and thrown by its own, developing a curse within it’s porcelain glass that is pristine and free of cracks

That was the kind of rage Jinwoo holds beneath his expressionless exterior.

Though his empty grey orbs displayed nothing, there was an undesirable wish to set everything ablaze. To bathe this glorious ballroom in brilliant dancing embers.

Oh but he had to hold back.

He has to.

After all, his beloved is currently attending as a plus-one in this small gathering of hunters and celebrities alike are present. Jinwoo never really thought much of it, he invited you since for one; you are his lover. Two; he wanted to show you off to the world.

Sure, you could say that he’s doing that just to prove to everyone that he loves you more than anything or to perhaps end the rumours that he is secretly dating famous actresses or some rich girl or someone else. But all those things came in second really. His real priority was to see you dressed up pretty.

Of course, you’re always been pretty in Jinwoo’s eyes. Your figure dressed in an outfit that accentuates your beautiful body. Meek but elegant jewellery on your ears and most importantly— Your pretty face gleaming underneath the brilliant lights in this ballroom. The golden glow on your face just made you more endearing.

You are the apple of Jinwoo’s eyes.

But ah… You two aren’t alone in this little gathering.

People kept approaching you. At first, it was merely small talk and greetings. Nothing really wrong with that. But Jinwoo was perceptive. Too perceptive.

He knew how men do their things, he isn’t that stupid since he is one himself.

He could see the way those grimy bastards flashed you their charming smiles. How their hands were twitching to rub their digits over your skin that only he is allowed to ever touch.

Ah… Jinwoo could feel his head about to burst the more he watches the men flock over you for your favour.

He tried to stay calm really, but the more the seconds ticked by, the more he watched them try to woo you over— He wanted to call over his children and maul them over to death.

Jinwoo stayed in his spot, with hazy grey orbs so far gone in the stirring rage brewing within his stiff body.

The moment he spots someone about to land a palm on your lovely waist— Jinwoo charges forward and stops the hand. His hazy grey orbs now glowing with a terrifying hue of purple.

“Well aren’t you having a good time?” Jinwoo says with his low voice, warning and daring the bastard to do something.

The man stiffened, paling at the up-close sight of the shadow monarch that is craving to put an end to his life right then and there. Jinwoo has the look that could kill, even his eyes can be enough to put your 6-feet under.

As Jinwoo roughly let go of the man’s hand before wiping his palms and then extending it towards you.

Of course, you obediently take his palm. The moment he felt your skin, Jinwoo flicked his head to the host and said; “It’s late, my lover is not a fan of staying up late at night. We’ll be on our way now”

Without even batting an eye back to the crowd that froze due to his ministrations.

Jinwoo would have been calm when you both arrived home. But you kept talking about the famous celebrities who were polite to you. The way you smiled was endearing but irritating at the same time because someone else is causing you to make such a pretty expression.

You didn’t even stop even as you both arrived in your bedroom.

Eventually, Jinwoo would lose his patience and there would be a visible shift in his eyes.

Eyes had always been mirrors to the soul, and Jinwoo for one— Had especially expressive ones. His blank face may be devoid of anything but his eyes would always manage to show what he really feels.

The way his grey orbs are sweeping over you right now, it was dominating. It was as if Jinwoo was holding back a destructive dam, threatening to swallow him whole and then bursting.

“So, you find that Mr. Cheong is charming?” Jinwoo cocks up an eyebrow, putting one step in front of the other— Causing you to step back with the sudden overwhelming feel of Jinwoo’s shift in his demeanour. “You seem so entranced by his gentle and witty personality, in contrast to me, who is gloomy and awkward.”

You end up stumbling backwards, sitting down on the chair behind you and Jinwoo leaned forward, his hands resting on either side of the armchairs— Caging you down as he cocks up an eyebrow, teasing you to answer him.

“Hm?” Jinwoo muses, lifting his hand out to touch your hand— Making you all the more flustered and confused at his actions. “Maybe I should start reminding you some stuff, baby. Your memory has gotten a bit… Foggy.”

He mumbles, lifting your hand up to his lips and kissing your palm, then your knuckles, then to each digit before his gaze swept up to you again. Those intense, grey eyes, boring into your very soul— Piercing every cell in your very being. It was hypnotising, as if you were a snake being seduced by the sounds of a wind instrument.

The way he was hovering above your head, those ebony black locks of his falling forward as he hovered right above you— You could feel tingles starting from the very soles of your feet rising to your very heart that was already thumping so madly.

Oh you knew, you knew,.. you’re in for one hell of a marathon with the monarch.

“I won’t promise I’ll be gentle, and neither will I promise this punishment will only take one night”

#sung jinwoo #solo leveling #sung jin woo #only i level up #solo leveling headcanons #sung jinwoo x reader #sung jin woo x reader #solo leveling x reader #ore dake level up na ken #sung jinwoo headcanons

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glitterjay · 7 hours

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i need you to please expand being hee's pillow princess please 🥹😭

⭒ dom!heeseung, pillow princess!reader (fem), head (f. receiving), face fucking, overstimulation, heeseung is rough, dacryphilia, cussing, suggestive content under cut mdni

⭒ c's note: your wish is my command 🫡. reblogs are appreciated!

⭒ taglist: @hollyoongs @moon7jay @wondipity @fertilizedtoesw @kwiwin @enhabooks

heeseung had you where he wanted you the most, under his strong arms. you tried to fight back so he could free you from his harsh hold. he was beyond excited to give his pillow princess what she deserved for looking so incredibly cute and small all the time.

he was quite harsh; the grip his hands had on your wrists was definitely going to give you bruises. he was scanning your naked body up and down, licking his lips every now and then.

your eyes were starting to tear up because of the grip heeseung had on you. it was just what he wanted. to him, your face looked far more beautiful when it glowed, but only if it was caused by your pretty, crystal-clear tears.

"already fucking crying? we haven't even started yet."

you were seeing stars spinning at the top of your head. Your eyes kept rolling back, your back arched, and you moaned loudly as heeseung kept eating you out like a starving man. your legs were shaking, but he kept them still with his own two hands. you tried pushing him away, pulling his hair as hard as you could, but he wouldn't budge.

he was basically using you as his toy, not caring how much you enjoyed it or hated it. his priority was to fulfill his dirty thoughts and boy was he doing an amazing job.

heeseung left your overly sensitive clit alone when you reached yet again another orgasm. he was satisfied to see your entire body shaking in desperation as your head sank further into the mattress. his chin was glistening with your juicies, which tasted like heaven to him.

without letting you rest for more than a minute, he grabbed your arms and pulled you up harshly. your body fell on top of his standing figure, not being able to gold yourself up. heeseung loved when you depended on him.

he was quick to have you sitting on top of his face. his eyes were glowing as your dripping cunt was aligned perfectly with his face. he could devour you whole, and he would. "such a filthy whore, still here even when your body can't handle more."

he was right. you felt like you could pass out at any second, but he was a lot stronger than you were. he was the one keeping you there. you were pathetic and helpless, which only turned on heeseung even more.

his strong arms pressed your hip down, so you were quite literally sitting on him. he was quick to start eating you out again, this time with more pleasure as his nose made direct contact with your sensitive bud.

his tongue was fucking in and out of your hole. yet again, heeseung was the one making you bounce up and down. what came out of you were no longer moans, but screams of desperation. your thighs closed on his face, strangling him with force. all heeseung could do was let out a muffled laugh. he was sick to the head.

after hours of torturing you, he finally set you free. by that, it meant leaving you alone in bed since you couldn't move at all. he was the one who put your clothes back on and gave you a peck on the forehead.

his whole aura had changed. it was no longer heavy and scary; it was nice and warm. his dedication was now to take care of you, as if he wasn't the cause of your nearly fainting several times.

#— ✿ c's work!#enhypen #engene #enhypen smut #enhypen hard hours #kpop #hard hours #kpop smut #enhypen heeseung #enhypen x reader #heeseung #heeseung smut #lee heeseung #enhypen heeseung smut

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tiredfox64 · 21 hours

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I HAVE BEEN HIT WITH A VISION FROM THE ELDER GODS!

You can see from miles away that Bi Han is touch starved as hellll, im talking STARVING.... so I honestly see that man just feeling turned on from simple kisses. Like, 1 min of kisses, BAM, ready to go! I feel like that intimacy may get him going, since thats a rare thing in his life

This isn't a request for a fic ( unless you want it to be 👀 ) but I am obsessed with Bi Han and I just realised this while drinking my coffee this morning

Just Some Kisses

Prior notes: I fuck with your vision! So I did something short cause how could I not work with that even though this was not originally a request.

Pairing: Bi-Han x Gn reader

Warnings ‼️: Suggestive hehe

You were feeling extra lovey today. Just the sight of your boyfriend made you all giggly and your heart warm up like a cast iron on a hot Arizona day in July. Okay, maybe not that hot but you get the picture. Fresh baked cookies kind of warm. Yeah, that’s better.

You were practically skipping over to Bi-Han’s office where you strolled in all innocently. He didn’t look up but he knew it was you walking in. Usually you would sit next to him or anywhere else in his office when you came to spend time with him. Nope. Today was different. Your seat would be Bi-Han himself.

You came closer to Bi-Han and started straddling his lap. You caught him by surprise. This was the first time you ever did this. He’s not complaining surprisingly.

He was about to question you until he felt your lips on his face. All over his face actually. You were leaving kisses wherever you could as you held his face in a loving manner. His cheeks, forehead, nose, chin, even neck. You didn’t see it but Bi-Han was starting to blush. Awww he likes it.

He didn’t know what to do with his hand. No one has ever done this to him or given him this much attention. His hands were gripping the arms of his chair while you were kissing his neck. You heard him make a low growling noise that you took as a sign of delight. You were right but he was also struggling to contain himself.

When you started making out with him that was the hardest part for Bi-Han. Feeling your soft lips against his was pleasurable torture especially once you slipped your tongue into his mouth. Your hands were feeling him up. One hand was sliding down his chest while the other went to his hair, letting his hair down from its once tight bun. Damn! This felt too fantastic for him. Your fingers running through his hair was the final nail in the coffin. You felt his hands grab onto you and squeezed you gently. He let out a groan before tearing his face away from you.

“What’s wrong? Did I do something?” You asked innocently.

Oh you sure did do something.

Bi-Han pushed you down on his lap more and you finally felt his hard on. How the heck did you miss his bulge?! You saw how embarrassed Bi-Han was. He was all hot and bothered, not very used to being kissed, touched, and loved this much. You didn’t even mean to get him started like this. The man was really struggling to hold himself back. He froze the arms of the chair trying to contain himself. But now that you know…ah fuck it!

With one arm he picked you up while the other arm swept his desk clean of anything. Every paper and writing utensil fell to the ground. He placed you on his desk, pressing himself against you. Now you’re the priority. The work can wait, he can’t. He’s all horned up and ready to go! Don’t make him wait any longer after you teased him like that.

You didn’t even mean it but okay, go off I guess.

Well, hope you have fun—oh my gosh

Oh damn is he gonna pay to fix your clothes?

Wow, i didn’t know you were that flexible!

I’ve never seen that position before WHEN DID HE LEARN THAT?!

You two are making a lot of noise…oh…he wants that…cool.

The desk is squeaking HAVE SOME MERCY!

Woah! Alright! That’s a lot that came out!

You uh…you need a tissue? Or some Bounty paper towels? A towel actually?

He definitely was touched starved, ohhh mighty.

After notes: You spat this vision out at me. I’m more of a tea vision kind of person but coffee visions work too.

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blairrwaldorfs · 1 day

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Midnight Rain

Joseph Quinn x Fem!Reader

Summary: The glitz and glamour of Hollywood isn't always what it seems. When Joe had started working with you in a movie, he had started wondering as to why you, the famous Hollywood starlet, has been acting out lately. Was there some dark secret behind all the angry spoiled façade? And why was he so fascinated about it?

Author's Note: Hello! I'm back with another Joe series! There will be dark triggering factors in this series, so I'm warning you all this right now. I won't put a disclaimer on this chapter because it hasn't been mentioned, but it will be in the future chapters. I have been working on this plot for a month and a half so hopefully, it will satisfy you all! This might end up being more than five parts, so we'll see. Comments are always welcome, of course! :)

Disclaimer: 18+

Wordcount: 2.7K

part one - part two - part three - part four - part five

“Okay, okay!” You laughed. “You win, Jimmy!”

Your eyes sparkled in happiness as Jimmy Fallon put down the headphones on his desk. The both of you were playing a game on national television. You were called to promote your current movie, and an interview with Jimmy Fallon was one of the promotions that you needed to do. He had challenged you to put on the headphones and play the music on a high volume, while he said random words in front of you. You had to figure out what he was saying, but your answers were always so far off.

“Well, that interview went well.”

Joe jolted in surprise as soon as he heard his manager, Alex, enter his dressing room. He paused the video of you with Jimmy Fallon and looked over his shoulder to see Alex, shaking his head and letting out a deep sigh.

“What’s that?” Alex tilted his head towards Joe’s tablet and saw that he was watching one of your interviews.

“I don’t believe that the woman out there is the same person as this woman in this video.” Joe said.

Joe pressed play again and saw how right at the end of the show, your eyes were literally watering from laughing so hard. Your smile and eyes were sparkling in joy. It was almost like you were a whole different person. You were full of light, and you laughed at just about everything. He wasn’t going to lie, your laugh was infectious and he couldn’t help but chuckle when he was watching the whole interview. You were very interactive, and your answers to Jimmy were so detailed and fun. You even would joke a little to make Jimmy laugh during the interview.

The video was three years old, and Joe couldn’t wrap his mind around the fact that he just sat for an hour and a half with you this morning for an interview for the movie that you two have done together, and you were almost lifeless. Almost so disinterested about everything around you.

“Well, it’s not your problem.” Alex sat across from Joe. “Your priority is to focus on promoting this movie. She has her own publicist that could deal with whatever that is going on with her.”

Joe’s eyes shifted towards the paused Youtube video on his tablet again. See, that was the problem. He knew working with you on set wasn’t really that difficult. You came to set everyday—even if you were late most of the time—and did your job well. You were an amazing actress, and he knew how big your fanbase was. You didn’t exactly spend time with him too much on set nor with the rest of the cast, but he thought maybe because you weren’t that social. Now that he has seen some of your old interviews, he realized how extroverted and outgoing you were. But what happened? Joe couldn’t seem to let it go.

“Ten minutes.” Alex patted him on the shoulder before walking out of the dressing room.

Joe exhaled a sharp breath and leaned back on his chair. You were late this morning too, and you were already having an argument with your publicist as you walked down the hall and passed by Joe’s dressing room. Sitting on the chair, Joe and the interviewer gave each other an awkward smile as they waited for the both of you to arrive. Fixing your hair, you whispered something at your publicist before sitting next to Joe.

“Hi.” Joe smiled at you.

“Let’s get this over with.” You mumbled under your breath, fixing your hair.

The first few questions were easy. Joe was able to answer most of it, and you put on a fake smile and nodded your head. However, as time passed, Joe noticed the bored expression on your face as you played with your rings on your fingers. His eyes shifted on your lap as you spun the ring on your middle finger and then played with the fabric of your dress. He wasn’t sure if that was you being nervous or that was just a habit that you did.

“So, what made the both of you interested in the role?” The interviewer asked.

“It was outside of my comfort zone, and I wanted to try something new. So, I hope I did the character justice.” Joe laughed softly.

Then, the interviewer’s eyes shifted to you and so did Joe’s. You bit your lower lip and was silent for a moment. Then, Joe saw the sparkle that twinkled in your eyes as you smiled.

“The paycheck was good.” You laughed at your own little joke.

Joe saw the awkward expression on the interviewer’s face as she tried to just laugh off your answer. Joe couldn’t help but feel the blood rushed to his cheeks. He didn’t understand why you were acting like this. Were you just bored? Or were you doing this on purpose to piss off your team?

The interviewer proceeded with more questions and at one point, you yawned in the middle of it and quickly apologized. Although, Joe knew you weren’t being genuine at all. You just said that because you knew you were on camera.

“Are you guys excited to see the movie?” The interviewer asked. “You know… To see how it was all put together.”

“Yeah, actually—”

“No,” You shook your head, cutting Joe off. “I’ll probably just go home and order takeout after the red carpet.”

Joe started to feel uncomfortable, and he could see it all over the interviewer’s face that she was about done with you. He took a deep breath and gave the interviewer a smile as she asked more questions, but you kept trying to just make jokes and be sarcastic over it. Not once had Joe heard you answer the question with a serious answer.

“Do you think we will get a sequel?” She asked.

“Absolutely not.” You replied to the question immediately, your eyes widened looking horrified.

“Can we take a break?” Joe asked, clearing his throat.

“Um… yeah.” The interviewer smiled, getting up from her chair. “I think that’s a good idea.”

Joe immediately found himself in his dressing room, and he didn’t know why but he couldn’t help but google you. He wanted to know if there was some article that could tell him as to why you were acting like this. Then, that was when he found the Jimmy Fallon interview. It stunned him. Your hair was different too. Longer, dark brown and wavy. Now, you have it dyed in a platinum blonde and your roots are showing halfway on your head. It was only styled because you had your stylist for the day.

“Ready?” Alex interrupted his thoughts as Joe set his tablet on the table and nodded his head.

Following Alex out of the dressing room, Joe sat back on the chair and waited for you to arrive. Looking over his shoulder, he could hear your voice whispering at your publicist angrily. He watched as your publicist gave you instructions, her brows all furrowed and pointed her fingers towards the empty seat next to him. Joe couldn’t help but eavesdrop on the conversation. He knew he shouldn’t because just like Alex said, it was none of their business. However, Joe couldn’t understand why he was so interested in you. Why have you gotten his attention so much? It wasn’t like you were nice to him or gave him attention. In fact, you didn’t even bother learning his name.

Hearing you sigh, you sat next to him and gave him and the interviewer a fake smile as you fixed your dress and hair. Joe could see the interviewer was intimidated by you, while she gave you a cold smile. At this point, Joe wouldn’t be surprised if she lashed out at you.

“So, how is it like working on set?” She asked.

“Fun.” You shrugged. “Though, no one really talks to me nor I talk to any of them.”

Joe’s eyes shifted towards you and just answered the woman that he had an enjoyable time with his co-stars. However, he couldn’t help but think about what you told the interviewer because that was actually true. You have never had a full on conversation with him on set nor with your other co-stars. You always locked yourself inside your trailer during down time or would only talk if it’s about the movie. In fact, you never even tried to learn his name. You had been calling Joe by his character’s name all this time. He just never corrected you because he thought you were on some kind of method acting but now that you both were doing promos, he just now realized that you were still calling him by his character’s name.

After a few more questions, the dreadful interview was finally over, and Joe was sort of relieved that it was done. Even though he probably would have to do more interviews with you for the next few weeks, he was just glad that the day was over, and he was able to go back to his hotel. Walking down the hall with you, Joe tried to find every ounce of courage to talk to you before you entered into your dressing room.

“Have a good night.” Joe gave you a small genuine smile.

“You too, John.” You smiled before entering your dressing room.

Stunned, Joe stood in the middle of the hall alone as he tried to process if you really just said that.

Did you really just call him John? Again?

Taking a deep breath, Joe walked over to where his dressing room was and found Alex sitting on the sofa with his tablet in hand. He looked a bit overwhelmed but when was Alex ever not overwhelmed with anything?

“What is it?” Joe asked.

“Nothing, just going over your schedule.” Alex said. “We’ll be flying to Paris tomorrow for the premiere, so I suggest to get some rest.”

Joe nodded his head. “Okay, anything else before I go?”

Alex shook his head. “No, the car is waiting for you outside.”

Joe thanked Alex one more time before grabbing his things. He was ready to just go back to London at this point. He has been in unfamiliar cities the last few weeks that he truly missed his own bed.

In your dressing room, you sat on your chair, your thumbs scrolling away through social media as your publicist nagged you over the things you have said in the interview today. You have been tuning her out for the last few minutes that you barely understood what she was saying.

“Seriously?” Lily grabbed the phone from your hand.

“Hey!” You gazed up at her with a death glare. “That’s my stuff. You can’t touch my things. It’s an invasion of privacy.”

“Have you been listening?” Lily’s voice was full of frustration. “This movie is the only thing that’s keeping your career from not falling apart and you’re acting like this?”

You let out a frustrated sigh, settling back on your chair and stared at yourself in the mirror. You were giving Lily a death glare through the reflection of the mirror as she paced back and forth behind you.

“I didn’t lie.” You argued. “The script sucked! I thought I, at least, owe my fans the truth.”

“Please.” Lily rolled her eyes. “You know you weren’t thinking about your fans.”

You bit your lower lip and didn’t say anything for a moment. There was an uncomfortable silence surrounding the both of you before Lily let out a deep breath and slammed your phone on the table in front of you, making you flinch a little.

“You know what, good luck with your fake honesty because I quit.”

You froze in your chair as you heard the dressing door open. Through the mirror, you saw your manager, Skyler, walked in and just in time heard what Lily just said as she stormed out of the dressing room. You grabbed your phone from the table and continued scrolling through social media again, ignoring the fact that your heart was beating a thousand times per second.

“That is the third publicist that walked out on you in under three months.” Skyler said, setting her tablet down on the coffee table behind you.

“Whatever.” You said, nonchalant. “She didn’t know what she was doing anyway.”

Skyler watched as you focused your attention on your phone before walking up to you and grabbed it from your hands. You took a deep breath and rubbed your forehead in frustration.

“Stop scrolling through social media and reading stupid articles on the internet.” Skyler barked. “It’s messing with your mind.”

You sighed and slumped on your chair as Skyler stood in front of you, her arms crossed in front of her chest. “You have a flight to Paris tomorrow night, so can you please get your act together before the premiere?”

You got up from your chair and gave her a sarcastic salute before grabbing your purse from the sofa. “Yes, ma’am.”

“Go straight home and get some rest.” Skyler called out as you walked out of the door.

You knew all too well that she was making that clear because if she didn’t, you would go straight to the bar and get drunk then, she would have to deal with your hangover the next morning. As you walked out of the building, a crowd of fans behind the barricade were screaming and waving at you. Flashes of the cameras blinded you as you quickly walked towards the van that was waiting for you. Looking out the window, you watched the people waving at you before slumping down on your seat, letting out a sharp breath.

You have been doing this career for years and until now, you couldn’t seem to get used to all of this craziness. At one point, you would just tune it out. This whole industry was full of fake people, and you could never just trust anyone at all. Sometimes you didn’t even know if you could trust your own team, especially with the way they were always frustrated with you.

You couldn’t blame them.

They have every right to since you have been acting out for the past year or so. They would just never understand what goes through your head. They could never understand all of it.

The moment you entered your house, it was dark, quiet and eerie. You hated every corner of this house. You flipped all the lights on and you were greeted by just empty nothingness in front of you. Just furnitures, the AC immediately turning on, and the skyline of Los Angeles from the distance through your glass windows. You walked up the stairs and went to freshen up, taking all the makeup off and draining all the hairspray that was in your hair.

You hated all of this. You hated every part of this career of yours.

If only you could go back and change everything, you would. You could feel the anger swirling inside of you as you stared at yourself in the mirror. Dark circles under your eyes, your eyes looked tired, and you looked so miserable. You could barely recognize the woman in the mirror. You didn’t know who she was anymore. She was just a skeleton with skin but there was nothing left inside her. She had a beating heart, but it wasn’t beating for anything at all.

A tear rolled down your cheeks as you quickly wiped it with the back of your hand and turned away from the mirror. You changed into your pajamas and slid under your bed covers. Picking up your phone, you scrolled through Twitter again until you could hear Skyler’s voice echoing in your mind.

“Stop scrolling through social media and reading stupid articles on the internet. It’s messing with your mind.”

You sat on your bed, reading through tweets until you felt the anger brewed inside of you. Every single thing they were saying was all negative. You weren't enough. You couldn't do enough. You weren't anything good at all.

Nothing was ever enough.

Throwing your phone across the room, you screamed in anger and slid under your covers. Tears streamed down your face as you pulled your pillow against your chest and sobbed quietly.

Everything was just dark and miserable.

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gyaruoriki · 2 days

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i had sex with a demon!?

incubus!nishimura riki x fem!witch!reader | smut

wc: 2.3k

warnings: incubus!riki, witch!reader, noncon elements, creampie, vaginal fingering, oral (fem receiving), mating press, cervix kissing, multiple orgasms, squirting, rikis a bit mean.. not proofread, sawry!

DON’T LIKE? DON’T READ!

“okay, don’t fuck this up ____” i whisper to myself as i light the final candle.

halloween night. i know what you’re thinking, girls your age are out partying and having a good time dressing as slutty as they could with little to no consequences. and you’re at home.

in all honesty, i would’ve joined them. smoked a bit, fooled around and maybe even fucked someone. but tonight i have better priorities. i am going to summon a demon.

i’ve been planning this for months and tonight is my only chance to get it right until next year and i’m determined to summon my first demon as soon as possible.

i mentally prepare myself before closing my eyes and reciting the saying i had memorized and chanting a name three times.

“noa. noa. noa.”

once i opened my eyes the first thing im greeted with is darkness. my candles had went out leaving a smokey scent. however before i could react my lights had began to flicker and the room started to lightly rumble against my bottom.

soon everything comes to a stop and i feel a breeze along my back as goosebumps slowly appeared across my skin.

“___..” i heard an ominous voice whisper in my ear in a low tone. slowly, ghosting touches begin to linger on my skin. a hand, trailing up my arms and shoulders leaving almost burning touches against them. the almost freezing room feeling hot as my skin burns to the touch.

not quite confident in answering to the voice, i hesitantly respond, “who are you?”

the voice chuckles sinisterly before responding. “im the one you called, of course.”

soon after that response the candles suddenly relight themselves revealing the mysterious figure in all its glory. a 6’3 Japanese boy dressed in a black muscle tee gray sweatpants with slightly chipped horns atop his head.

“riki?”

why is riki, my classmate, standing in this middle of the room? And more importantly why am i becoming aroused being in his presence?

he chuckles, sending chills down your spine. he takes long but slow paced strides across the room. eyes boring into your soul as he places a hand on your cheek, caressing your face.

“why are you shocked to see me? i’ve been here the whole entire time.”

you look at him confused before the memories start coming back.

“____ im sure you’ve heard of our our new student, nishimura riki before?” the assistant principal says as we walk towards office where i see an awkward looking japanese boy sitting one of the waiting chairs outside of the office.

i open my mouth to answer but before i can she cuts me off, “i’m sure you have. anyway i want you to show him around and make him feel welcome.” she says.

i glance over at the kid, sighing i begin to walk over to him. “hi my name is ____. im supposed to show you around” i say as i cross my arms waiting for him to acknowledge me.

the boy looks up, and he has a red glint in his eyes? wait, thats not right.

suddenly you’re pulled out of your memories when you feel a faint sting on your cheek and your head feeling dizzy.

“or should we refer back to the earlier part of this week?”

“have you guys ever noticed how odd that riki kid is?” i ask as i look down and pick at my food.

“who?” your friend, hanni, asks.

“riki?” i say confused as i look up at my friends, “the new kid in the class across the hall?” i question further.

“____we haven’t had a new kid since.. i don’t know when..” your other friend, rei, says.

i groan in frustration, “i understand he doesn’t exactly have a social status but now you guys are just being ridiculous” i say as i point behind them to riki who’s sitting in the corner table of the lunchroom.

rei and hanni look back before sharing a look and turning back to you. “ooookay..” rei says as she starts to put all her trash in the tray.

hanni follows her actions and begins to speak, “look ____, i dont know what you smoked before you came to school or if this is one of your witchy thing but you have to stop doing it before school because it’s seriously fucking with your mental.”.

they leave you alone at the table as you sit there dumbfounded with lingering eyes on you.

you feel yet another slap to your face, this one slightly harder as you lose balance and fall backwards onto your bottom.

he walks up to you again, kneeling down placing a hand between your legs causing you to instinctively clamp your legs around it.

he tsks, “i can’t tell if you fear me or if you want to fuck me..” he presses the palm of his hand into your clothed heat and proceeds to rub the tip of his middle finger up and down your clit.

he mutters to himself, “not that it matters, i’m just gonna fuck you anyway.”

your eyes start to swell with tears as soft sobs start to leave your mouth. “please dont.. “, you hiccup, “why are you here? why are you doing this to me?” you cry out.

he stops his ministrations, looking you dead in the eyes he responds, “because you desired me. you manifested me. you did this to yourself ____.” he moves his hands to tug at the waistband of your skirt and underwear roughly pulling them down.

“crying but you’re loving this treatment. you wanted to be fucked by me. thats why you summoned me right?” he lets out a dry laugh as he begins rubbing your folds up and down once more, this time spreading your wetness from your slick hole to your clit.

you sob out as you arch your back subconsciously, “s..stop” you cry out once more as you clamp your legs around him again and move your hands to wrap around his wrist, using all your strength to push him away.

“you’re too weak. how about instead of trying to act like you don’t want this, you just take it like you know you want to?” he says before delivering another smack to your face, this one just as hard as the first two smacks.

he then uses his free hand to cover your mouth and muffle your cries, “you’re so fucking annoying when you cry. it’s not like it’s gonna make me stop.” he mumbles as he suddenly thrusts two fingers into your hole.

you whine out against his hand, once again bucking your hips against his fingers and allowing your legs to spread open as you fall apart on his fingers.

“thats right.. just let it happen” he whispers as he removes his hand from your mouth and quickly replacing it with his own mouth.

the kiss is messy and heated, your saliva exchanging and your breaths heavy. his hand makes its way to your nape as to keep you from moving away from him. you didn’t plan on moving though. the kiss felt too good

he pulls away allowing you to moan into his mouth as your lips and the inside of your mouth tingle with an unfamiliar pleasure. you feel your body start to heighten its senses.

suddenly your shirt feels too tight around your body as your now hardened nipples rub up against it and your clit feeling way more sensitive as its exposed to the cool air in your room mixed with rikis warm occasional touches.

you wrap your arms around rikis neck and go to kiss him again but instead whining as you shift upwards and allow your nipples to rub and create a friction against your shirt.

“im.. im close..” you whimper out and pant as riki thrusts his fingers in and out of you at a fast speed.

riki takes the initiative and kisses you again, taking advantage of your open mouth to slip his tongue in. exploring your mouth as he snakes his free hand up your body, groping your breast and playing with your hardened nipples over your shirt.

you quickly pull away, moaning out louder than ever as your orgasm hits you unexpectedly. bucking your hips up and feeling squirts of your orgasm hit your thigh, coating both your inner thighs and rikis arm in your arousal.

riki slowly stops his fingers, riding you through your orgasm and gives you another kiss before removing his hand. he pops his fingers into his mouth groaning around them as he tastes you on his fingers.

he uses his hands to remove your shirt before pushing your bare body onto the cool hardwood floor. he watches as you arch your back off the floor and whine out as the cold air hits your now fully naked body.

he position his hands under your breast pushing them together before putting his thumb and index fingers on your nipples and pinching them.

“s..stop!” you mewl out at the pain and pleasure on your chest and bring your hands up ontop of his in an attempt to stop him.

he removes one of his hands and slaps you. he takes his now free hand and takes both of your wrist in it. he latches his mouth onto the new free nipple as he rolls and teases the other one between his fingers.

once your nipple is in his mouth, your back finally relaxes onto the floor. his tongue swirls around your areola and his teeth grazing across your nipple. in the midst of his wispy bangs he can see your mouth opened in pure pleasure, but no sound was heard.

unsatisfied with your reactions he bites your nipple somewhat harshly, forcing you to arch your back once more, and let out a loud whimper.

“such pretty noises from someone who seemingly didn’t want this” he teases before sticking his tongue out and licking your torso in small sections going downwards until he sits comfortably between your thighs.

he wraps his arms around your thighs before biting your inner thighs, occasionally sucking to soothe the bites and aid in marking you up.

his bites slowly get closer to your heat, his hot breath fanning over you. he lets himself take in the sight of you before diving in. his tongue runs over your folds and hovers over your clit. he licks small circles around your clit, making you squirm at the sensation.

he takes your clit into his mouth lightly sucking it causing you to arch your back. you let out soft breathy pants as he circles his tongue around your sensitive parts feeling his saliva start to drip out of his mouth and down into your hole.

he removes his mouth from sucking and licking on your clit downwards, collecting his saliva and your wetness before spitting the mix on your clit and going back to sucking on your clit.

you moan out as your hands fly to riki’s hair, guiding him back and forth as you spread your legs more. you buck your hips against his face while your eyes roll to the back of your head.

“i’m gonna cum again..” you whimper as you remove your hands from rikis hair to cover your mouth as tears swell up in your eyes.

as you reach your high, you attempt to buck your hips once more. only this time your hips are held down by riki, who had thrown an arm over your pelvis to keep you down as he licks and sucks you through your orgasm.

once you’ve calmed down, he pulls away, leaving a string of saliva as he pants and breathes against your cunt. he gives your clit one more suck before removing himself before between your thighs and onto his knees to kiss your lips once more.

before kissing you he starts to undress, starting by removing his shirt and revealing his toned body. he kisses you as he pulls his sweatpants and boxers down mid thigh.

riki hooks his hands under your knees and pushes them upwards towards your head.

he breaks the kiss and looks down at your messy cunt. “so messy..” he whispers before spitting on it and using his hand to guide his erection to rub against your clit and smear his precum and spit all over.

he kisses you again as he inserts his entire length inside of you without a warning, swallowing your moans and cries while doing so.

he pulls away from the kiss and listens to your moans, groaning as he feeds off your sexual energy. while allowing you to get used to his size, you could tell he’s easily larger than the few guys you’ve been with.

he starts his thrust again and with each thrust in and out of your cunt, you could feel you losing yourself with every fast hard thrust. after building a rhythm, he comfortably sits on his knees and pushes your knees farther upwards towards your head, going as deep as he possibly could.

after a particularly hard thrust, you feel the tip of his cock start to occasionally kiss your cervix, forcing you to let out loud, almost pornographic moans. riki groans to himself listening to your screams of pleasure and feeling you clench around his cock.

“i’m getting close..” you whine out as tears start to form and threaten to fall with each thrust. “cum for me baby. just let it all go..” riki whispers.

you orgasm and as you do you can feel yourself squirt once more, this time much more intense as your legs start to shake and twitch in rikis hands. your reactions send riki into his orgasm, making you feel full and warm. riki gives a couple more thrust before he pulls out.

“you did so good..” he smirks. “see? now we’re both happy. i got what i wanted and you got a good fuck.”

“h- huh..?” you say in your dazed and confused state.

“you really are stupid, aren’t you?” he asked sarcastically. “you fucked an incubus.” he chuckled before the lights flickered once more and turned off.

the lights cut back on and leaves you in the room alone forcing you to realize the reality of the situation. “holy shit.. i just fucked a demon..” you mumbled to yourself.

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I first found out about you through a long-format interview a few months ago and knew after watching it that you would likely be on the autism spectrum. I am glad you received the proper diagnosis. I'd highly recommend watching the talk by Tony Attwood titled: "Aspergers in Girls (Asperger Syndrome)" on YouTube. I used to smoke a joint and watch it in the tub, crying with relief because I felt so understood. Besides sensory issues, what other symptoms do you relate to with regard to autism?

I always thought autism just meant you were awkward and didn’t understand social cues. I never thought that I could possibly have it because I never viewed myself as awkward in my adult life. My whole life people have always made the comment “you are so quiet”. I just brushed it off as being shy and every friend group I had growing up was based off the fact that I was pretty so the other pretty girls in school invited me into their friend group but I was never anyone’s best friend I was just part of the group.

I thought hating fiction books, only wanting to watch documentaries, not being able to tolerate the texture of chicken/fish/meat, and having an unusually high pain tolerance/not realizing when I would be hurt was just part of my personality or preferences.

For the brief bit of high school I attended I had no friends. I remember walking outside and this boy screamed from the classroom “she’s really hot!” And then another boy said “yeah, but she’s really weird” people kept calling me weird, and I didn’t understand why, other girls made fun of the way I would stand, and I didn’t understand why! There was this really popular girl who was so pretty, and my crush liked her. So I just kind of started pretending that I was her, dressing like her, using her mannerisms, and acting like her and people seemed to like me better. I had no idea this was masking!

As a teen I thought that I had really bad social anxiety, it was extremely bad, I would stutter when I would speak. Even for example ordering something from a counter at a grocery store I would start sweating and stuttering. I just dealt with it.

Going into sex work, people finally seemed to like me and accept me so my social anxiety disappeared. I still always faced the “your so quiet” comments at work events but people still booked me so I was like whatever it works.

My ex always used to complain that I was too introverted. I remember going to dinner with my ex and few other people and I had studied before hand conversations and topics the other people were into, and I was really proud of myself after because I thought that I came off really charismatic at the dinner. This is also masking.

I never even considered any of this to be autism, because I have floated by relatively easily when it comes to socializing due to my looks and having millions of followers. There’s no lack of people wanting to be my friend! So that’s not something that I struggle with as an autistic person.

The biggest hall mark for me isn’t being awkward or not understanding cues it’s having a lack of desire to have relationship’s in general or socialize. I could spend a year in my house alone before I even think “hey I want to go see ny friend or socialize” I’ve done this before and career and goals always comes before human connection in my priorities. I hate this about myself, along with the borderline asexuality I experience.

Other things I struggle with that are symptoms of autism:

1) not feeling how I think I’m supposed to feel in major life events or about certain people. This makes me so sad sometimes.

2) hygiene and all other forms of executive function

3) I can’t put myself in other peoples shoes if it’s not something I personally have experienced. I definitely have a lack of empathy for men because I see them as so different from myself!

And I’m sure there’s more that I can’t think of right now!

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ꪆ୧ demure

Pairing_ dark! Anthony Bridgerton x reader

Possible triggers_ mentions of childbirth, angry outbursts, toxic behavior, forced affection, obsessive behavior, Yandere content, heavy angst, unwilling reader, slight Stockholm syndrome at the end, baby trapping??

a/n_ heyyy, this is my first one shot on this page and I hope you enjoy! I had a bit of writers block while I was making this. Also the majority of this fic was written on my phone so forgive me for any mistakes. Thank you so much for everyone who has shown support! There will possibly be more one shots but there kinda hard and long to make (for me at least :,) ) feedback back and requests are open! Also if you want more Anthony content go here for the concept.

summery_ after the birth of your child your tolerance for your extravagant life and husband wavers so Anthony keeps you in check.

Autumn was dead and winter was thriving. Cold pressed against the glass windows and there was no sign of the starlight behind the oppressive clouds. Though the cold didn’t reach the atrium where you and your husband, Anthony, celebration of your first child was being held. Your parents weren’t present which you had come to tolerate though your heart ached to see them. Anthony could be cruel like that.

You silently watch the show of flesh as well-groomed ladies and lords twirled to a gentle plucking of instruments. This is what you had wanted, freedom from your rooms but you still couldn't help but feel trapped as you held your child in your arms.

The acidic taste of riches had long lost its luster and had grown heavy on your tongue. You had tried your best disillusion yourself into thinking on the brightside. Like reminding yourself how your family was free from debt or how you were set to live a comfortably for the rest of your life.

In the beginning it was easy to pretend that you loved Anthony, despite being atomently against your union. But now as you held your baby in your arms every negative emotion you had pushed down threatened to boil to the surface.

You grieved for your baby and the bizarre family they would grow up in. But most of all you grieved for yourself and your life that was no longer your own.

You were somewhat surprised that you were even at the ball in the first. Five weeks ago right after you had given birth Anthony had insisted that you stay bedridden and not move a muscle. But you guessed you staying in bed wasn’t a big priority anymore. You speculated Anthony’s decision to be a power play. Another event to show the ton how “in love” the two of you were.

You glance up as another couple approaches you. They smile politely and congratulate you, which you smile and thank them in return. It was all the same. Everything felt suffocating and you were desperate for a break from it all. Your eyes scanned the room and eventually landed on your mother-in-law. You make your way over to her gripping the bundle in your arms slightly tighter.

Noticing you she smiles brightly “hello, you look lovely tonight .” You force a bashful smile, which seems to please the prior viscountess. Out strengthing your arms you motion her to take your baby. “Do you mind watching them as I take care of some personal business?” Her smile falters but she obligees and watches as you walk away. You walk the halls before settling at a balcony. The air is cold and brittle but you gladly welcome it as a destruction from your growing emotions.

As you breath out white escapes your lips in a puff of vapor. It felt good to bask in the stillness, even if that meant getting bits of snow on yourself. Your mind raced with thoughts you had long pushed down. How you had planned to leave. Your lover that you wanted to marry before Anthony challenged him to that dammed duel. All the missed opportunities. All the pain caused by his tantrums. Your heart twisted hatefully in your rib cage. You never wanted his child. You never wanted him.

For the first time in forever, you let yourself mourn. Tears silently streamed from your eyes and down your chin. You didn't notice the presence behind you before it was too late “What are doing alone?” your husband's voice snapped you from your thoughts, as you quickly wiped away your tears. “I needed some time alone..” Anthony pinched the bridge of his nose “You had just begged to leave our rooms so you could "interact" with others. But now you wish to be alone? You’re utterly impossible to please!”

You bit your lip, refusing to respond to Anthonys' outburst. After waiting a few seconds longer for your reply he sighs and hugs you from behind in a more “gentle” approach for your attention. You try your best not to recoil from his touch as you reluctantly allow him to press himself against your back. “I don't know what's been going on with you but I must remind you." Anthony starts off slowly as if speaking to a child “If you continue to decide to act out of line I’ll be forced to take from something you care about..." The skin around your eye tightens. Anthony had always found it suitable to threaten your family whenever he perceived you were going against his wishes. Another thing that made you hate him.

Your breath catches in your throat as he leans closer and whispers in your ear. “I’m only doing this because I love you.” Your lips curl into a scowl as all the venom you’ve been holding back rushes to the surface “love?” You question dryly “You don’t know what real love is. love doesn't come from force. Love isn't something that can be bought. And it sure as hell isn't what we have now. You're just a monster!” You can hear your heart race as Anthony barks a bitter laugh “Even monsters can love, can’t they?” His response sent a chill down your spine. His grip tightened painfully around your waist in a subtle warning. Determined not to give Anthony the satisfaction of seeing you cower you stubbornly remain forward, leaning on the railing and away from him.

The tension between the two of you remains charged, though you feel Anthony draw a long deep breath. From behind you hear him open a velvet box. Gingerly removing the contents he lifts a necklace and gently collapses it around your neck. You let your fingers graze over the jewels, it looked and felt expensive. Softness slightly returns to his voice as he explains "This is to solidify our love.. I wanted to give it to you after the celebration but it’s clear you need the reminder now." He waits for you to thank him but when you don't he continues. “I love you. I want to spend the rest of my life with you.” He laughs dryly “I’d go mad if you ever left me or our child. I don’t care if you hate me, I just need you.” He whispered the last sentence, his words becoming husky and hot. You shudder his breath was a stark contrast from the cold.

He drags you from your possession and turns your body to face him. His gaze still sharp, as it continues to hold some remanence of rage. He taps your chin affectionately before capturing your lips in a possessive kiss. "Let's not fight my darling. If not for our sakes then our child's." You want to continue to fight. You want to scream. You want to leave and get as far away as you can from him. But all you can muster is a stiff nod. Anthony smiles with satisfaction as he grabs your hand, his grip so tight it hurt. “Behave.” He warns as he begins walking you back to the celebration. So here you were trapped in in his web once again. You force a smile, again burying your hurt.

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