knightsofkenn

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(repost)

Knight/ bodyguard Nanami who’s sole job is to protect you but it’s getting harder and harder when you keep inviting him in your bedroom to protect you… you tell him not to look away when you’re getting dressed bc anyone can attack you at any moment so he’s forced to watch you in all your naked flesh.

You always spread yourself, asking him if he can check to make sure everything okay. He’s flustered but you’re really worried this time. He sees just how wet you are and he can barely control himself. He spreads you a bit wider and when you beg him to help you clean it, he’s tonguing you down, a strong hand against your mouth.

Knight Nanami who's ashamed of himself afterwards.

But he's never seen you happier. And that's what he wants to protect: your smile, your happiness.

He's almost tempted to do it again. He misses the taste.

He's taking a bath with you come inside. Startled, “Princess what are you-"

You enter the bath with him, it's everything he's seen before but now you can truly see how much he wants you. His cock hard and showing over the water. *How were you planning on protecting me if we don't bathe together. you tell him. "Oh my... you can't protect me like this.." your hands are so dainty, so soft and the way that you're touching him has him ready to cum.

"Princess please."

He's putty in your hands and you try to put him in your mouth but he finally comes to his senses and moves you. You're wearing the cutest pout he ever seen but he just mutters how inappropriate you're being, how it's no way for a princess to act.

#foaming at the mouth #nanamiii

[knightsofkenn]

​all I want for Christmas is kento satoru suguru toji choso and sukuna to run a train on me

#SIGHHHH

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Pinkmas just has a special place in my heart 💕❄️

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Nanami makes you touch yourself while he watches down at you through the lenses of his glasses. Completely ignoring the throb of his cock as his head tilts to the side, eyes focusing on your fingers curling messily inside of you, then on your bottom lip between your teeth as you moaned and whimpered loudly.

He smirks with a hum when you ask him if you're doing good, arms sprawled along the length of the back of the couch as he simply watches you try to make yourself cum. Brown eyes meeting yours with a short nod, his low voice making you even wetter than before when he spoke.

"Yeah, keep it up sweetheart.”

#MHMPPPHHHH #need him so bad #im ovulating so ignore this

[knightsofkenn]

never finishing jjk season 2 so i can keep my sanity 😍

#the way I stopped on season 1 after hearing that my pookie dies #haven’t watched it in over a year now

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CONNIE SPRINGER MOODBOARD.

orange soda - baby keem.

#cench as con actually makes sm sense😫😫

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need to “omg ur hands are so big 🥺🥰” my way into Reiner’s drawls.

#need him biblically

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if you're black, reblog this

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This is y’all at ghostfact!toji, suguru, sukuna and suguru

#this is literally me omg😭 #jujutsu kaisen

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my last two kinktober posts are a little delayed but will be out over the next week!!!

#kenns kinktober

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just a girl’s night routine

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nanami + facefucking

kinktober

(ik y’all saw that one scene and that’s what drove me to this😫)

no thoughts except you pissing overworked nanami off on accident. parading around his home office in tight leggings, bringing him snacks, water- whatever he needs.

the kindness was appreciated but he didn’t necessarily like watching your ass bounce as you walked away from him. so when you come in with a cup of coffee he can’t hold back any longer.

“you think this is cute?” he growls, hand catching the base of your ponytail and pulling you down to his level.

“you think I wanna see you skip around in and out of this office in those tight pants?”

nanami was rarely this aggressive, his hand tight in your hair and his muscles flexing in that blue shirt you loved.

“I was just trying to be nice to you namami!” you whined, practically on your knees and eye level with his tightening slacks.

before you know it nanamis cock is barreling into your throat, you leaned up against his desk holding onto his thighs for dear life.

he can hear the constant glug glug sound coming from your throat, his cock aching as he continues to pump in and out your throat.

“it’s okay honey, just stay like this… don’t struggle”

it’s as if his instincts have taken over, no thoughts of caring for you or making sure your okay no- only thoughts of pumping his cum out.

“let me just use ya.. please..” he whimpers, entire body tense as his cock throbs.

and when he hits your uvula you attempt to push him off, only for him to grab your wrists and pin them above you.

“kento!” you try to groan, thick webs of your saliva sloppily coating your face and his pants.

when he looks at you, all messy and and crying his abs tense, thinking about how sweet you look. that he’s so lucky to have someone as pretty as you.

with a couple of particularly deep thrusts you feel in your chest he realeases with feverished groans.

“fuck! such a good good little cumslut” he groans, pulling out of you and peppering your glossy face with kisses and praise.

#jjk x reader #jjk x you #jujutsu kaisen #jjk x y/n #nanami kento #nanami x reader #nanami x you #nanami x y/n #nanami x fem!reader #nanami smut #jjk smut #jjk x fem!reader #kenns kinktober #kinktober

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sins of the flesh.

tags: priest!miguel, sub!miguel, virgin!miguel, dom!reader, dub-con, riding, overstimulation, miggy whines a lot, miggy has huge pecs, miggy wears glasses, sacrilegious elements

a/n: sweet subby miggy brainrot for kinktober!

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priest!miguel who got the urgent call from your parents that their precious daughter was possessed. that you were acting strange,debauched, unhinged. the polar opposite of your sweet nature.

priest!miguel who assured your parents that he would help you and remove whatever spirit possessed you.

priest!miguel who couldn’t help but push his glasses up on his nose, cheeks immediately flushing as the sight of you writhing and rubbing your fingers over your cunt.

“Im here to help you” he stated, nervously swallowing as he fumbled through his Bible for the right scriptures to fix you.

he usually knew exactly where to go, but with your small whines begging for him he couldn’t help but be distracted.

“I need your cock, Father”

“I know you can smell me, how much I need to be bred”

priest!miguel who struggled to fight his bodily desires, his slacks tightening as you managed to get your pretty hands on him. massaging his thighs, and looking up at him like he was all you wanted.

“Father, is it true…” you began, finding the clasp of his pants and slowly unbuttoning them , “that men like yourself have never experienced anything?”

priest!miguel who’s glasses have fogged up from the way you moan above him, your cunt welcoming him in with each hard thrust of your hips.

his fangs extended, his cheeks flushed as he can’t help but whimper when you slide allll the way down his cock.

“you like that Father?” you tease, your hands finding his puffed up pecs and lapping at his nipples.

you’ve been riding him so hard that sticky webs of your juices connect the two of you, expanding and contracting each time you go up and down.

he’s never felt anything like this. his cock throbbing so intensely, his mind short circuiting as he feels a pussy for the first time.

priest!miguel who can’t help but to beg for forgiveness when you grab his balls while you ride him, instantly feeling his core tighten up.

“Please please! I-I need to-“

priest!miguel who begs for you to get off of him. he’s scared of how good it will feel to let his load fill you up.

“aww, you poor thing” you coo, pinning his wrists next to his head as you pick up your pace.

priest!miguel who begs like a little bitch, pleading and crying as his abs tighten up and he shoots thick ropes of cum into your sopping heat. he knows that he needs to feel whatever this is every day for the rest of his life.

#miguel o’hara smut #miguel o’hara x y/n #miguel x you #miguel x reader #miguel x y/n #miguel o’hara x reader #miguel o’hara x you #miguel smut #priest!miguel #sub!miguel o’hara #sub!miguel #kenns kinktober #kinktober

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#currently ovulating and all i can think ab is fucking kylo omg #miss my force daddy #kenn is horned up

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hole inspections with Kylo😩

kinktober

no thoughts except firstorder!kylo doing hole inspections after he hasn’t seen you for a couple weeks.

him bending you over in front of him, his tightly gloved hands spreading your cheeks to look for signs that you’ve been bred.

“tch… good to see my dumb slut has kept herself pure for me”

his thick fingers prodding and pushing into your soft cunt. he’s practically mesmerized, watching the stretch as you try to accommodate him, biting his lip under his mask when you moan from his fingers working your g-spot.

hell, he’s groaning to himself as he scoops your wetness onto your other hole, just eager to get dip his thumb in and stretch you out.

“such a pretty little hole” he murmurs, making you spit on his gloves before he forms his fingers to go into your ass. “now let’s see how much we can fit inside.”

#kenns kinktober #kylo x reader #kylo x you #kylo x y/n #kylo x fem!reader #kylo ren x female reader #kylo x sub!reader #kylo ren x reader #kylo ren x y/n #kylo ren x you #kylo ren x subspace!reader #firstorder!kylo #kenns brainrot!

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putting this back in your feed!

my daddy’s got a gun.

tags: Dark!Joel, Obsessive!Joel, Predator/Prey, Cnc, No Outbreak AU, Bondage, Daddy Kink, Joel is somewhat sadistic, Chasing, Very minimal violence, Cursing, One or two descriptions of blood, Sub!Reader, Dd/Lg Coded, Rough Smut, Creampie, Aftercare <3

a/n: here’s my first post for this years kinktober!! please head the warnings and enjoy 🩷

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the crunching of your kitten heels on the broken branches of the forest echoed. you were trying as hard as you could to outrun him, but deep down you knew there wasn’t a chance in hell that you could hide from joel miller.

what had started as a fun Halloween night quickly changed into his more sinister tastes, especially when he mentioned getting underneath the bridal costume you had chosen.

“I can’t wait to see your pretty garter baby” he admonished, one hand snug around your waist and the other swigging a beer at tommy’s Halloween party.

he had negated the whole costume aspect, clad in an army green plaid shirt and some jeans. they did nothing to hide his throbbing cock though, his entire being wrapped up in how severely you belonged to him.

when you first met joel he didn’t give you a chance to be anything other than his. and after one run-in at the grocery store, the man started showing up places. at your local dance class, at your weekly hike in the woods, at your bedroom door begging for you to let him in.

you could say your fear of him prompted you to just go along with it all, to do whatever it took to keep him pleased.

which was why you always engaged in his games, tonight being no different.

“I’m ready to go” he stated, not asking your permission. And with a meek yes sir he had you dragged out of the party and seated in the bed of his pickup truck.

“You know the drill Sweets. Wrists out, eyes closed.”

at least every couple of weeks joel would drive you out to the middle of nowhere, all bound and gagged before he dropped you off. and what would proceed was the most pleasant experience…  at least for him it was.

you sat still as he tightened the rope on your wrists and secured the blindfold behind your head. since you hiked frequently, you would get zero advantage of seeing where you were going.

“what’s Daddy’s rules, my  princess bride?”

“no peeking before we get there, wait until you honk to start, and try to last till dawn.”

he let out an appreciative grunt, his lips kissing your forehead before you heard him climb into his car and start the engine.

———

you had been running for at least ten minutes now, rope long untied and the blindfold still in your hands.

having done this so many times you knew what to look out for. you knew better than to leave the rope or blindfold behind you because he would eventually see it. you knew to ditch your heels when you got into the muddier parts of the woods for fear of leaving tracks. and you knew to keep as quiet as you could.

joel liked this game. he liked knowing that no matter what he would find you, his pretty little girl, and catch her. in a way it fueled that part of him that wished you would try to escape him.

just so he could dish out the cruelest of punishments. but this would suffice.

joel never began hunting you until the twenty-minute mark; thought it would be nice to at least give you a chance. but this time he was already stationed where he knew you would arrive.

you winced in pain, sometime along the way you had gotten your ankle wrapped in wire, delaying you a few minutes. but it had cut you just enough that you had some blood running down your foot.

yet despite this, you felt like you had a chance. joel would have caught you by now. and though you had begun to leave a trail of blood behind you just had to wash it off and everything would be fine!

as you entered a clearing you saw exactly what you were looking for, a lake. bright and inviting in the full moonlight.

just run to the shore and wash off your foot.

you looked to the left then the right, a precious deer getting ready to cross the road.

you inched out nervously, featherweight footsteps in the sand. you were proud of yourself, scooping up the water and quickly rinsing off your foot.

much better.

now all you had to do was find a temporary hiding spot till sunrise. there was a small cabin you could spot but you knew Joel would most likely search ther-

“Gotcha”

You screamed, blood-curdling as joel grabbed ahold of your foot, trying to pull you into the water.

kicking and screaming you bucked against him, hearing him laugh and apply more pressure as he tried to drag you. but you were able to deliver a quick kick to his forehead, making him groan and release you.

with your newfound adrenaline, you made a beeline for the forest again, this time recognizing how much oxygen you had exerted trying to get free.

but you knew he was still coming after you.

with a sharp turn to the left, you seemingly missed where you were going and took a painful, bone-cracking tumble down a small ditch.

joel was a little annoyed, his head hurting as he followed the disheveled tracks in the ground. he hadn’t expected you to get away from the water. nonetheless, he held his gun closer to him and found himself above the ditch where your tracks ended.

“I know y’re here Sweets. Come on out and Daddy will take it easy.”

you knew better than to fall into the security of his words. joel was cruel for his own pleasure

“Please Sweets? I’ll let ya stay up as late as you want the rest of the week. Even give ya extra dessert with y’re dinner”

you practically hopped up at that. maybe Joel was gonna be nice this time? he never offered you this much and it would be silly not to take it.

he smiled at the satisfying crunch of you coming up out of hiding. your sweet veil torn to shreds and your pretty white dress all muddy.

“promise you’ll be nice?” you asked, inching towards him.

“Of course sugar plum”

when you were close enough Joel quickly wrapped his arm around your throat, effectively making the oxygen to your brain stop. and as your small hands tap tap tapped for him to stop he couldn’t help but feel good.

“Thought you could outrun me baby? Kick me in the face hmm?”

you were struggling now, trying to kick him but missing every time. only when your eyes rolled back did he stop.

joel stood over you, watching your limp body as you tried to breathe. He quickly undid the buckle of his belt, the sound of the zipper making you meekly cry.

“C’mere girl” He roughly pulled your hips back to his, large hands lifting up the bottom of your dress.

“Shit sweets you got some cute panties on today. You wear em for me?” He chuckled, voice deep and gravelly while honing in on the white lace in his way.

so he tore it open, seeing your glistening heat staring back at him.

“daddy wait! you said you would be nice” you whined, his throbbing head lined up right by your hole.

with a powerful thrust, he forced his way inside, ignoring your sweet cries for him to slow down, be gentle.

joel didn’t care what he had promised you. it was his right to take your pretty cunt however and whenever he wanted.

you were feeling it deep in your tummy, your nails digging deep into the dirt to keep you from sliding around. you could feel your hold burn with each stretch of his thrusts.

“daddy pelaseee” you cried out, hoping he would show you mercy like he promised.

“Hush y’re whining” he groaned, balls rhythmically plat, plat platting behind you. he could feel you pulsing around him but he didn’t really care if you came tonight. he wanted to take you and breed you deep in the woods where no one could find you.

“Shit my little princess bride! Boutta give you a deep load honey”

You tried to brace yourself knowing how aggressive he could get when he wanted to cum and when he pushed your face into the dirt you couldn’t help but take it.

with the nastiest curses coming from his lips and your cunt choking him to death Joel snapped his hips at a rampant pace continuing that way when his balls tightened up.

“Oh fuck! That’s my girl fuck fuck fuck” he shouted as his cum pumped into you.

“Shit baby” He whispered, reluctantly pulling out of you- your little cunny winking at him as his seed flowed from inside.

“Let’s get ya cleaned up”

joel was used to you being nonverbal after something as intense as this so he scooped you up and carried you to his cabin you had spotted earlier.

in your fuzzy haze, you missed how the home was newly furnished and had seemingly been renovated from its older exterior.

joel made work of gently taking your clothes off, getting you into the shower, and sweetly washing your skin.

though he had his moments of obsession and cruelty you were still his. and there was a level of care that needed to be upheld.

“C’mon princess bride” he teased, setting you on the bed and dressing you in one of his t-shirts and some thick socks.

he smiled at the fact that your eyes were practically closed by now, taking his chance to pepper soft kisses along your face and whisper sweet nothings in your ear.

you deserved a nice night's rest and a chance to recover, because lord only knew how he would keep you stuck on his cock for the next few days.

[knightsofkenn]

my daddy’s got a gun.

tags: Dark!Joel, Obsessive!Joel, Predator/Prey, Cnc, No Outbreak AU, Bondage, Daddy Kink, Joel is somewhat sadistic, Chasing, Very minimal violence, Cursing, One or two descriptions of blood, Sub!Reader, Dd/Lg Coded, Rough Smut, Creampie, Aftercare <3

a/n: here’s my first post for this years kinktober!! please head the warnings and enjoy 🩷

Nav | Kinktober

the crunching of your kitten heels on the broken branches of the forest echoed. you were trying as hard as you could to outrun him, but deep down you knew there wasn’t a chance in hell that you could hide from joel miller.

what had started as a fun Halloween night quickly changed into his more sinister tastes, especially when he mentioned getting underneath the bridal costume you had chosen.

“I can’t wait to see your pretty garter baby” he admonished, one hand snug around your waist and the other swigging a beer at tommy’s Halloween party.

he had negated the whole costume aspect, clad in an army green plaid shirt and some jeans. they did nothing to hide his throbbing cock though, his entire being wrapped up in how severely you belonged to him.

when you first met joel he didn’t give you a chance to be anything other than his. and after one run-in at the grocery store, the man started showing up places. at your local dance class, at your weekly hike in the woods, at your bedroom door begging for you to let him in.

you could say your fear of him prompted you to just go along with it all, to do whatever it took to keep him pleased.

which was why you always engaged in his games, tonight being no different.

“I’m ready to go” he stated, not asking your permission. And with a meek yes sir he had you dragged out of the party and seated in the bed of his pickup truck.

“You know the drill Sweets. Wrists out, eyes closed.”

at least every couple of weeks joel would drive you out to the middle of nowhere, all bound and gagged before he dropped you off. and what would proceed was the most pleasant experience…  at least for him it was.

you sat still as he tightened the rope on your wrists and secured the blindfold behind your head. since you hiked frequently, you would get zero advantage of seeing where you were going.

“what’s Daddy’s rules, my  princess bride?”

“no peeking before we get there, wait until you honk to start, and try to last till dawn.”

he let out an appreciative grunt, his lips kissing your forehead before you heard him climb into his car and start the engine.

———

you had been running for at least ten minutes now, rope long untied and the blindfold still in your hands.

having done this so many times you knew what to look out for. you knew better than to leave the rope or blindfold behind you because he would eventually see it. you knew to ditch your heels when you got into the muddier parts of the woods for fear of leaving tracks. and you knew to keep as quiet as you could.

joel liked this game. he liked knowing that no matter what he would find you, his pretty little girl, and catch her. in a way it fueled that part of him that wished you would try to escape him.

just so he could dish out the cruelest of punishments. but this would suffice.

joel never began hunting you until the twenty-minute mark; thought it would be nice to at least give you a chance. but this time he was already stationed where he knew you would arrive.

you winced in pain, sometime along the way you had gotten your ankle wrapped in wire, delaying you a few minutes. but it had cut you just enough that you had some blood running down your foot.

yet despite this, you felt like you had a chance. joel would have caught you by now. and though you had begun to leave a trail of blood behind you just had to wash it off and everything would be fine!

as you entered a clearing you saw exactly what you were looking for, a lake. bright and inviting in the full moonlight.

just run to the shore and wash off your foot.

you looked to the left then the right, a precious deer getting ready to cross the road.

you inched out nervously, featherweight footsteps in the sand. you were proud of yourself, scooping up the water and quickly rinsing off your foot.

much better.

now all you had to do was find a temporary hiding spot till sunrise. there was a small cabin you could spot but you knew Joel would most likely search ther-

“Gotcha”

You screamed, blood-curdling as joel grabbed ahold of your foot, trying to pull you into the water.

kicking and screaming you bucked against him, hearing him laugh and apply more pressure as he tried to drag you. but you were able to deliver a quick kick to his forehead, making him groan and release you.

with your newfound adrenaline, you made a beeline for the forest again, this time recognizing how much oxygen you had exerted trying to get free.

but you knew he was still coming after you.

with a sharp turn to the left, you seemingly missed where you were going and took a painful, bone-cracking tumble down a small ditch.

joel was a little annoyed, his head hurting as he followed the disheveled tracks in the ground. he hadn’t expected you to get away from the water. nonetheless, he held his gun closer to him and found himself above the ditch where your tracks ended.

“I know y’re here Sweets. Come on out and Daddy will take it easy.”

you knew better than to fall into the security of his words. joel was cruel for his own pleasure

“Please Sweets? I’ll let ya stay up as late as you want the rest of the week. Even give ya extra dessert with y’re dinner”

you practically hopped up at that. maybe Joel was gonna be nice this time? he never offered you this much and it would be silly not to take it.

he smiled at the satisfying crunch of you coming up out of hiding. your sweet veil torn to shreds and your pretty white dress all muddy.

“promise you’ll be nice?” you asked, inching towards him.

“Of course sugar plum”

when you were close enough Joel quickly wrapped his arm around your throat, effectively making the oxygen to your brain stop. and as your small hands tap tap tapped for him to stop he couldn’t help but feel good.

“Thought you could outrun me baby? Kick me in the face hmm?”

you were struggling now, trying to kick him but missing every time. only when your eyes rolled back did he stop.

joel stood over you, watching your limp body as you tried to breathe. He quickly undid the buckle of his belt, the sound of the zipper making you meekly cry.

“C’mere girl” He roughly pulled your hips back to his, large hands lifting up the bottom of your dress.

“Shit sweets you got some cute panties on today. You wear em for me?” He chuckled, voice deep and gravelly while honing in on the white lace in his way.

so he tore it open, seeing your glistening heat staring back at him.

“daddy wait! you said you would be nice” you whined, his throbbing head lined up right by your hole.

with a powerful thrust, he forced his way inside, ignoring your sweet cries for him to slow down, be gentle.

joel didn’t care what he had promised you. it was his right to take your pretty cunt however and whenever he wanted.

you were feeling it deep in your tummy, your nails digging deep into the dirt to keep you from sliding around. you could feel your hold burn with each stretch of his thrusts.

“daddy pelaseee” you cried out, hoping he would show you mercy like he promised.

“Hush y’re whining” he groaned, balls rhythmically plat, plat platting behind you. he could feel you pulsing around him but he didn’t really care if you came tonight. he wanted to take you and breed you deep in the woods where no one could find you.

“Shit my little princess bride! Boutta give you a deep load honey”

You tried to brace yourself knowing how aggressive he could get when he wanted to cum and when he pushed your face into the dirt you couldn’t help but take it.

with the nastiest curses coming from his lips and your cunt choking him to death Joel snapped his hips at a rampant pace continuing that way when his balls tightened up.

“Oh fuck! That’s my girl fuck fuck fuck” he shouted as his cum pumped into you.

“Shit baby” He whispered, reluctantly pulling out of you- your little cunny winking at him as his seed flowed from inside.

“Let’s get ya cleaned up”

joel was used to you being nonverbal after something as intense as this so he scooped you up and carried you to his cabin you had spotted earlier.

in your fuzzy haze, you missed how the home was newly furnished and had seemingly been renovated from its older exterior.

joel made work of gently taking your clothes off, getting you into the shower, and sweetly washing your skin.

though he had his moments of obsession and cruelty you were still his. and there was a level of care that needed to be upheld.

“C’mon princess bride” he teased, setting you on the bed and dressing you in one of his t-shirts and some thick socks.

he smiled at the fact that your eyes were practically closed by now, taking his chance to pepper soft kisses along your face and whisper sweet nothings in your ear.

you deserved a nice night's rest and a chance to recover, because lord only knew how he would keep you stuck on his cock for the next few days.

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