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— ♡ — I’D LOVE TO KILL YOU — ♡ —
➙ 𝐩𝐚𝐢𝐫𝐢𝐧𝐠: gojo x curse user!reader
➙ 𝐝𝐞𝐬𝐜𝐫𝐢𝐩𝐭𝐢𝐨𝐧: you’re tasked with killing gojo, who also happens to be an enemy of yours. nothing seems to go as planned when you both end up fucking instead.
➙ 𝐜𝐨𝐧𝐭𝐞𝐧𝐭: 18+ ONLY // MINORS DNI — fem!reader, villain!reader, hate sex, choking, oral, begging, kissing, orgasm denial, unprotected sex, cream pie, cumming down throat.
➙ 𝐰𝐨𝐫𝐝 𝐜𝐨𝐮𝐧𝐭: 4K
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Mr. Hansul, the leader of an infamous band of Curse Users, had one simple rule.
You must never look him in the eyes.
One must kneel down on one knee if ever in his presence, head facing the ground while the old man spoke of whatever devious mission was awaiting.
Aside from that, you could do whatever you want.
Wear whatever you want.
Train however you want.
Kill whoever you want.
Granted, you and every other member of his devilish crew were given a variety of clothing, all branded with a symbol—a half black, half red circle—attached to every single clothing item.
Housing was provided in the form of decently sized bunkrooms to the west of headquarters, but it was rather pointless.
Only a fool would fall asleep in the company of fellow immoral Curse Users and assassins.
It was also wise to engage in as little chatter as possible during mealtime. Who knew if one of your dear comrades would take the opportunity to slip some poison into your bowl of ramen while you interacted with another individual, daring to close your eyes while laughing softly?
Around here, within the grey stone walls of headquarters, jealousy was as deadly as a cursed technique. Mr. Hansul would assign missions to Curse Users based on their skill level and spirited talent, and therefore, when the greedy old man wanted to be the one to proudly hang the world’s strongest sorcerer’s head on his wall, it was rumored that he’d pick you for such a daunting task.
Every single member of Mr. Hansul’s group, The Cursed Assassins Association, wanted to be the one assigned to kill Satoru Gojo. Doing so would not only bring honor to the CAA, but to every Curse User forced to live in a divided world where Jujutsu Sorcerers were seen as gods. Curse Users, however? They were pure devils.
Therefore, if Mr. Hansul would truly pick you for such an honorable assignment, you would have to play it safe.
Sleep with a knife tucked underneath your pillow.
Eat as far away from everyone else as you could.
Never let your guard down.
Mr. Hansul might have only had one rule, but you had several.
Around the second week since the rumors of the Chosen Assassin were born, two of Mr. Hansul’s escorts led you to his office. They approached you in the middle of your training session, the only time of day in which you happened to be as far away as possible from the office belonging to your boss. And, naturally, you couldn’t help but fixate over the distance, as with every step you made down the dark and haunting halls of headquarters—the clanking of your boots echoing like a broken record—you were reminded of just how far away his office was.
Damn him.
He knew exactly what he was doing when he undoubtedly stroked his hideous goatee, squinting his soulless black eyes as he ordered his guards to fetch you during your training session. You were forced to walk down almost every hallway, turn every corner, and climb every step within the base of operations for the CAA in order to reach his office. Because of that, all of the other assassins saw you.
They stopped chewing their meals. They stopped mid combat with their trainers. They stopped their conversations as they wandered down the poorly lit halls. All to watch you being escorted to Mr. Hansul’s office.
All to watch you walk towards your destiny; a fate each of them desperately wanted.
When you finally arrived outside of the heavy double doors, the escorts opening them for you to let you in, you immediately dropped your gaze. After a few more heavy steps, you kneeled down on one knee in front of your boss. After many years of taking this position in front of him, you became more familiar with the appearance of his feet instead of his face.
“Good afternoon, sir.” Your greeting was flat. Stale. Like a dead river.
“Hm,” he breathlessly replied.
It was only a small huff, but it was laced with degradation. Thick with venom. It was more than obvious that he was a soulless soul who worked harder than the devil.
“Sorry to interrupt your training,” he teased unpleasantly, “but I have an assignment for you.”
“Sir.”
“It’s a simple mission, one that I expect you to complete quickly and effortlessly. You are to kill Satoru Gojo. When you’ve succeeded, bring me the body.”
“So…the rumors were true,” you thought.
“Sir, with all due respect, I don’t think that I-”
“Let me remind you as to why I summoned you at this particular hour. Let me remind you of why I let the news circulate for two entire weeks before calling you into my office,” he raised his raspy voice. “I wanted your comrades to be well aware that you are the one I am trusting with this task. It encourages jealousy. Jealousy encourages hatred. And, lastly, hatred encourages murder.”
“I understand. My comrades want to kill me now. How does that benefit you, then? Why do you want them to hate me?”
“Because, it’ll motivate you to accept this assignment. If you turn it down, you could be murdered in your sleep out of pure jealousy. If you agree, and should you return victorious, no one here would dare to lay a finger on you.” He gave a sinister chuckle. “And, well, if you don’t succeed, it’ll only be because Satoru Gojo killed you. Either way, the choice is yours.”
“Sir.”
And with that, you were dismissed. You were dismissed with a choice. Life or death. Life and death.
Truth be told, you wanted to be the one to take Satoru Gojo’s life with your entire heart and soul. You couldn’t stand the humanlike god. His influence upon the world of curses was the exact reason why there was such a divide between Jujutsu Sorcerers like him, and Curse Users such as yourself. By his standards, which set the tone for the rest of the world, you were all monsters. You deserved nothing. You all made the cruelest devil look like the pure, charity-driven, peace-making priest. One who probably devoted their time to feeding homeless children on Sunday afternoons.
Be that as it may, someone needed to teach the white-haired bastard a lesson. As you gathered your belongings, leaving the CAA headquarters as quickly as you could, you could only hope that a real god would let you succeed in taking down the wannabe.
The green leaves danced in the swirling wind. The nightly breeze made every tree wave their branches, and the enormous land howled with the sharp swishes of restless woods.
Even nature itself had to witness the death of Satoru Gojo, who walked out from behind a thick tree.
He had sensed an evil presence while making his way across town, and followed it into the middle of nowhere. That was when he saw you, standing there, waiting patiently to take his life. You had successfully drawn him out.
“I see you picked a place with lots of land. That’s smart, I’ll give you that,” he stepped towards you, his blindfolded eyes scanning over your mysterious figure. “Who are you? And what exactly do you want?”
“Knowing who I am won’t do you any good,” you frowned. “You’ll be dead soon enough.”
The wind whispered, filling the thick silence that followed your threat.
“Ya know, I take back what I said, now that I think about it,” he scratched the back of his head. “You picked a horrible place to fight. The moon as our only source of light? You gotta be kidding me. Can you even see me right now?”
Your frown deepened. It was as if the surrounding winds had managed to blow your threat away, carrying it off into nothingness as if you had said nothing at all. You told the icy white-haired man that in a few simple moments, he would actually meet his creator, and yet, it was like he viewed death as a mundane chore.
Either that, or he simply didn’t think you could kill him.
“So,” Gojo cleared his throat following your bitter quietness, stuffing his large hands inside of his packets. “That’s a nice pin. I’m guessing you’re one of Mr. Hansul’s little assassins, right? Don’t tell me the big guy didn’t wanna come out and see me himself.”
“Well,” a cruel grin appeared across your face, “I have a feeling that he’ll be seeing you. When I deliver your dead body to him, of course.”
“That’s cute. Did you practice saying that in the mirror?”
Your grin vanished. And he smirked.
“What’s your name?” Gojo questioned, daring to take a few steps in your direction when you failed to respond to his teasing.
“Why do you wanna know my name so badly?”
“Maybe it’s polite to introduce yourself to the person you’re trying to kill.”
“Maybe you shouldn’t aggravate the person who’s here to kill you.”
“Ha,” Gojo tossed his head back with a laugh. It was like he was having an ordinary chat with an old friend about a football game, discussing the latest scores and fumbles before asking for another beer. “You summoned me out here, sweetheart. Don’t cha think that you’re aggravating me by interrupting my day?”
“Alright, I’ve had enough of you.” The stern words fell from your lips, and with that, you gripped the hand blades dangling from your belt.
One sharp blade was placed in between each of your gloved fingers. Releasing your sweet, cursed energy into them, they took their own special form, and hovered in the space between your fingers.
One wave of your hand would send them flying in any direction at the speed of lightning, the thick aura of your cursed energy ready to pour into your chosen target. Even if the target could somehow manage to move or dodge, your blades would always find them. Once your blades touched your target, it would burn through them, and continue to push through their bodies until they were dead.
Or you released the blades.
But the latter hadn’t happened yet.
You launched them at Gojo with a grunt, and since you truthfully didn’t have time to mess around—unlike most predators who wanted to play with their prey—you aimed for Gojo’s heart.
Four incredibly sharp, flying, and burning blades were coming his way. Even so, he didn’t remove his hands from his pockets. He didn’t try to dodge. His hair didn’t even blow in the wind.
You didn’t have any time to question his intentions, as when your blades were a couple of inches away from that beating muscle inside of his chest, they stopped.
Your blades fell to the ground, laying at his feet like an abandoned toy.
He stepped on them as he made his way closer to you.
“So, as I was saying,” he started, “Since you’re aggravating me and interrupting my day, you should be the one to introduce yourself. I mean, I don’t mind going first if you’re the shy type. I’m Satoru Gojo, but I think you might know that already.”
“How the hell did you…” you gulped, your eyes widening as the realization truly started to kick in. “You stopped my blades, and you didn’t even move. How the hell did you do that?”
“Ya know,” Gojo smirked, “you’re pretty cute. If it wasn’t for the stubborn attitude or the attempted murder, I think I’d ask you out.”
You clenched your fists. He was so goddamn infuriating. And that smirk had pissed you off beyond belief.
“You’re really no fun. It’s such a waste when a hot person has no personality.” he sighed dramatically.
“Who the hell do you think you are? Talking to me like that?”
“I just told you, didn’t I? I’m Satoru Gojo.”
“You’re such a bastard-”
“You’re pretty hot when you’re angry, too. Has anyone ever told you that before?” He walked up to you. By now, he was close enough for you to start backing away.
Trying to put some distance between you and your target was a fruitless task. Based on the smirk his face held, he was well aware of the tree behind you before your back hit it.
“Damn it,” you thought.
His boots shuffling through the fallen leaves was a sound you became all too aware of, and with every single step, he came closer and closer until he was only a handful of inches away from you.
You could smell him. He held a faint scent of sandalwood. The whiff of it made you shift your feet.
Suddenly, he removed his hands from his pockets, tucking his thumb underneath his blindfold. He raised it, revealing his striking blue eyes. Revealing his entire face.
Being honest was another personal rule of yours. The truth was the only way to live. Not only as a way to communicate with others, but as a way to behave towards yourself.
Be true to who you are…how you feel…
And, if you tried to tell yourself that you weren’t attracted to the perfectly crafted face in front of you, you would have been a horrific liar.
He might not have been a god in your eyes, but it was obvious that the real gods took their time with him. The drastic difference between his pale skin and vibrant eyes was like admiring both the moon and the sun. Everything from his nose to the shape of his lips were perfect, and you couldn’t help the way your eyes darted across his face, taking in the beautiful features belonging to the tall, blessed man. He stared at you intensely.
You shifted your feet again.
“Like what you see?” He said lowly.
You wanted to nod, but you couldn’t. You still had a job to do, and his attractiveness changed absolutely nothing about it.
Luckily, Gojo was admiring your beauty as well. You were truly the literal definition of a Perfect Stranger. He didn’t even know your name, but he knew that he wanted to kiss those pouty lips of yours, or have your pretty eyes stare into his forever and ever.
He was distracted.
You used the given opportunity to pour your cursed energy into some spare hand blades. You tried to circle them around Gojo, targeting the back of the distracted man.
And truth be told, he was a little surprised when your blades fell once again, knocked down by the invisible force around him, but not as surprised as you were when your second murder attempt had failed.
“Damn it!” You snapped.
Even though you had blown your opportunity, even when he was well aware of your actions now, you tried once again. This time, however, Gojo didn’t even give you a proper chance to pour your cursed energy into your blades, as when you started to reach for them, he suddenly wrapped his hand around your neck, holding you against the tree.
He leaned in, that stupid smirk of his reappearing. His soft lips tickled the shell of your ear. The grip of his large hand around your neck only tightened.
“Come on now,” he whispered, his breath warming the side of your face as he spoke. “Is that all you got?”
When he released you, his calloused fingertips no longer pressed into the skin of your throat, you erupted into a fit of coughs.
And those hands. The damned hands that dared to choke you offered a reminder in the form of a gentle squeeze that he could have clenched harder. He could have tried to make his fingertips and thumb touch, watch you desperately claw at his arm until his pale skin was covered in fresh scratches and nail scrapes.
He could have watched you take your final breath, stare into your eyes and witness the light leave them, an unwavering hand still clamped around your drying throat as if to choke out any remains of your soul left behind.
But he didn’t.
He could have—and, perhaps, any ordinary person in the midst of becoming the next big contributor to the ever-growing statistics of murdered Jujutsu Sorcerers would have—but he didn’t.
“I could’ve killed you, ya know.”
And there it was. The irritating truth. The fact that he didn’t.
The amusing smirk that rested upon his face was a cruel reminder that all of this was indeed a game to him.
Even so, you had an irritating truth of your own. One that was nagging at you, existing as the sole reason why you couldn’t look Gojo in the eyes. It was purely the fact that your panties were soaked; your cunt wet from the way he grabbed you. The way he whispered in your ear. The way he choked you.
“I can’t-” you coughed. “I can’t believe this.”
“Look at me,” Gojo said softly.
You hesitated, but any fight left within you instantly vanished when he held you against that tree. Even so, the last string of dignity you held onto was your ability to keep your gaze towards the ground. However, when Gojo’s large hand cupped your chin, raising your head until you were staring right into his eyes, dignity became a foreign concept.
He was silent for a moment as he held your face. His thumb gently graced your cheek.
“Had no idea that you’d get so turned on by me choking you,” he said.
Your eyes widened. A string of protests started to fall from your lips, but suddenly, Gojo smashed his soft ones against yours.
A surprised gasp escaped you as your breath fluttered away, and he used that opportunity to deepen the kiss. Moving his hand away from your chin, he gripped the back of your neck, holding your head still as his tongue briefly touched yours. When you jumped, he smiled into the kiss.
He was quick to give your tongue a swirl with his own. Your mouth tasted fucking delicious to him, and he couldn’t help but moan down your throat. It was a slow, yet deep kiss, which was something you had never experienced before, and found yourself instantly craving when he pulled away all too soon.
He kept his buttery lips hovered over yours as he spoke. “Deny it all you want, but I could see the lust in your eyes.”
The last word had barely been spoken before he reconnected your lips. He was hungry for you like a starved man.
After his wet tongue explored your mouth, he pulled away only to latch his lips onto your neck. He bit, licked, and sucked at the skin, focusing on any spot that elicited a sweet moan from you.
You didn’t want to give that cocky asshole the satisfaction of knowing that he could make you moan like this, but you couldn’t help it. He found the sweet spot right below your jaw, and sucked at it until the skin was sore and tender.
It was only a matter of time before you were naked, pinned to the hard ground with nothing but your clothes as some sort of cushion.
Gojo, however, was still fully clothed. He pinned both of your wrists down above your head with only one of his hands, and with the other, he cupped your tit, swirling his wet tongue around your nipple.
“Hmm,” he moaned, sucking on your hard nub.
The sounds of your moans were like music flowing to a formerly deaf man’s ears. He fucking loved it. They were sweet and soft, a sharp contrast to your harsh demeanor. As he latched his mouth onto your other tit, his clothed dick hardened in his pants. He started to grind himself in between your legs, right against your wet, exposed cunt. His hard cock repeatedly pressed against your clit, and the sweet pleasure made you gasp.
“Gojo,” you whined. “I h-hate you.”
“Really?” He smirked down at you, increasing the speed of his grinding. “Still hate me, huh, baby? Why?”
“You’re teasing me.”
“Oh, I see. You were in a hurry to kill me, now you want me to hurry up and fuck you?” His grinding started to slow down. “I don’t know. I think I need some sort of apology.”
You were silent. You closed your eyes, not wanting to let the bastard win.
The warmth from Gojo’s body on top of yours vanished quickly, and instead you felt a warm breath pat against your wet folds.
“Fine,” he smirked. “Have it your way.”
Suddenly, his fingers were pulling your pussy lips open. His skillful tongue started to lick at your clit as he moaned. Instantly, you started squirming.
“Oh my god,” you groaned.
He wrapped his lips around your clit, sucking on the little button, letting the sweet taste of you flood his senses. Two of his long fingers started to work their way inside of you. He curled them just right.
“You taste so good,” he mumbled against your clit. “So tight, too. Can’t believe this pussy is all mine right now.”
“Gojo,” you whined, thrashing around. Bolts of pure pleasure shot through your body whenever his tongue rapidly swiped over your clit, and his fingers would touch that sweet spot inside of your pussy. A wave of heat washed over you. Your legs started to tremble.
You were about to cum, and suddenly, Gojo pulled away.
Although snatching his mouth away from your delicious pussy was the last thing he wanted, he just couldn’t let you have it that easily. Not when you had so much to apologize for.
You couldn’t help but whimper at the sudden coldness that washed over you instead of a sweet orgasm.
“You’re such an asshole,” you said breathlessly.
Gojo laughed darkly. He pulled down his pants, releasing his thick cock.
“Sorry, but you’re not cumming. Not until you apologize. It’s really not that hard,” he pressed the tip of his cock against your entrance, and pressed his lips against your ear as he whispered. “I just had to stop eating your pussy thanks to you. I missed out on you cumming in my mouth because you still wanna act like a brat. Apologize.”
“Fuck you,” you mumbled.
With that, Gojo thrusted into your cunt. He shoved himself in harshly, working his thick cock in until your pussy could adjust to his size.
“So tight…so tight for me,” he moaned. “No one’s ever used you like this before?”
Gojo pinned your wrists down once again, giving your mouth another quick swirl of his tongue as he did so, moaning at the taste of you and the feeling of your perfect cunt.
The rise and fall of his hips were sinful. He fucked you at a harsh, steady rhythm, the sound of skin slapping against skin blending in with the rustling wind.
You were filled with shame. You had brought Gojo to these woods to kill him, and instead, he was fucking you like an animal. And you were moaning like a slut.
“You’re so angry. Why?” Gojo whispered into your ear, his thrusts never slowing. “Did you just need a good fucking, baby? Is that it? Just needed someone to fuck you hard?”
“Please, Gojo,” you mumbled. “Please…”
Sweat was pooling across your forehead. His cock filled you up in ways you didn’t even think were possible, and with every thrust, you were becoming undone. He fucked away every thought, and every desire for anything that wasn’t his cock.
“Poor baby,” he cooed, followed by a groan of his own. “Just need someone to make you cum. Isn’t that right?”
“Please…” you said pathetically. “Please make me cum. I’m sorry…so sorry.”
“Sorry for what?” He released your wrists, gripping your hips.
“For trying to kill you. I-I’m so sorry, I can’t…Please let me cum, Gojo.” You babbled on and on.
“Such a good girl. Now was that so hard?” He smirked.
As his fingers pressed into your hips, he held you down, drilling his cock in and out of you. He didn’t bother holding back his own moans. He tossed his head back.
“Oh, fuck.” He moaned deliciously. “Take that dick and cum, baby. Cum on my cock. Cum on my fucking cock right now.”
And with that, and a few more thrusts, your juices squirted along his length. Your orgasm triggered his own. A wave of pleasure flooded him, his throbbing cock filled your insides with loads of his pearly cum. Your cunt felt amazing, squeezing him and milking him until his body was numb, arms trembling as broken moans escaped him. He truthfully never wanted to stop cumming, and his dick twitched and throbbed inside of you as it begged for more.
Even as he kissed you again, your tongues flicking against each other as you both moaned, he continued to cum into your pussy.
It took a minute for you both to catch your breaths. When he climbed off of you, you reached for your clothes. However, his hand grabbed yours, stopping your movements.
“Sorry, but we’re not done.” He stood up. Suddenly, his hand gripped the back of your head.
“I know you apologized, but I never said that I forgive you, baby.” As he gave his cock a few strokes, he lined his tip up with your awaiting mouth. “Suck my dick. When I cum, swallow it. Then, maybe, I’ll forgive you for trying to kill me. Alright?”
You nodded.
He shoved himself inside of your warm mouth, tossing his head back with a grunt. As he started to buck his hips, repeatedly moaning, “that’s it. Just like that, baby,” as he fucked your throat, you couldn’t help but rethink your old rules.
Holding your head still as he shot his load down your throat, keeping his cock in your mouth until you swallowed it all, you figured that, perhaps, you only needed to live by one rule.
Never try to kill Satoru Gojo.
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chelle-68 · 4 months
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I just want to say that I woke up this morning to a message from AO3 that someone had left a comment on one of my older fics. It was a very simple and sweet “I loved this so much I just read it again”.
If anyone ever wonders if leaving a comment on a fic means anything, please know that they absolutely do. Anything. A heart emoji. A lovely comment like the above. Long, rambling comments…anything…mean the world. This little note made my day and inspires me to write because it’s a reminder that someone, somewhere, enjoyed some little thing I wrote🥹❤️
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lixis-sin-cauldron · 5 months
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A Birthday Treat [Eraser Head | Shouta Aizawa]
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Rating: Explicit 18+ content MINORS DNI.
Pairing: Shouta Aizawa (Eraser Head) X fem!reader
Word Count: 3.3k
Kinks and Warnings: noncon, somnophilia, teacher/student, drugged references.
Summary: Aizawa takes Mic's advice about giving himself a treat for his birthday.
Can also be read on Ao3 here: A Birthday Treat
Big thank you to the @lemons-does-nothing​ for beta reading this. Feel free to reach out to them if you need a Beta too!
By clicking ‘keep reading’ you are actively consenting to see adult, and possibly disturbing, content; and in doing so, saying that you are of an age to see it, and that you’re emotionally capable of handling it!
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"Shou, you’re supposed to treat yourself on your birthday!” Yamada whined as Aizawa again turned down his suggestion of a birthday celebration.
“Not interested.” The fatigued instructor replied, shutting the bedroom door in the blonde’s face. 
He could still hear muffled words from Yamada trying to argue through the door as he returned to his desk to finish that night’s workload. It was an argument that repeated itself annually and, while sometimes the loudmouth won, Aizawa had zero interest in being dragged around this year.
As the night drew darker, it seemed Yamada was respecting his choice and did not return to continue his birthday debate. At least for now.
As he finished his work, Aizawa sighed, leaning back in his desk chair as he stretched. Glancing at his phone showed that midnight had passed some time ago, indicating it was now Aizawa’s official birthday. He already knew to expect further protests when morning came, but for now, he was able to enjoy the silence.
Treat myself? He laughed at the thought, arm resting over his eyes, there is nothing I have any inter- an image appeared in his mind, contradicting the incomplete statement. There was one thing Aizawa was very interested in. Swallowing at the passing imagery, he attempted to bury it by reaching for his phone to browse for something to distract the thought process that had begun.
Zipper undone and member in hand, he did his best to relieve himself as he watched some preferred videos, breath heavy as he pumped his fist but nothing met the particular itch his brain had this night. With a defeated sigh, he released his aching shaft and stared at his ceiling. What he wouldn’t give to have something real around his cock right now. Lips… soft hands… the warm, wetness of-
“Fuck.” He growled into the empty room, eyes shut tight as he fought the craving he felt. The urge building within.
Yamada’s words flashed into his mind once more as he fought his irritation, his breathing calming as he considered them.
“Treat myself…” he glanced at the balcony of his room and his face went dark with resolve as he fixed his pants and stood, “why the fuck not.”
He moved quickly, taking only a few minutes to reach his destination from the facility dorm. Not wanting to try and explain why he was out so late or why he was moving towards a third-year dorm.
Or how he knew that the lock of a particular balcony door for one room had yet to be fixed. 
Or exactly why he knew that the student in that particular room used sleep aids...
It was best no one caught him to ask such things he thought as he stared at the lovely woman sleeping soundly in her bed, unaware of the teacher standing over her.
Aizawa was silent as he watched the object his recent obsession affection rest, taking in the shape of the form molded around her by the blanket. As if in reaction to his stares, she shifted and the cover fell away revealing the large t-shirt covering her upper body, her chest moving gently as she snoozed.
He could feel his growing arousal as he watched her pert breasts rise and fall. Leaning on the mattress with a knee, he discreetly tugged at the blanket and guided it until only her feet were hidden. To his delight, the tee had ridden up as she slept; revealing the delightful pattern on the panties that hid her treasure from him.
Resisting exploring the new sight, his gaze drifted to her shirt and began to guide its fabric up to reveal more. His breath struggled to remain steady as his fingertips trailed across her skin as he adjusted the shirt's position, watching as more of her flesh appeared.
He snapped away as she shifted in her sleep again, but he returned gingerly as she settled. Hand hovering as he finished his objective, he took in the sight of her bare chest moving in tandem with her breath, begging for his touch. Licking his lips, dry with anticipation, he carefully - almost delicately - brushed his fingers across the tender mounds. 
As the tips of his fingers brushed across her nipples, the peaks began to harden in response. He sucked in a breath at the reaction, yanking his hand back to cover his mouth. Taking a deep breath through his nose, he considered how he should proceed.
While he wanted to take the time to explore every inch of the darling student whose existence had consumed his every thought… he didn’t have that luxury. With no idea how heavy her sleep was or how long her medication would last, she could be awoken by his actions at any moment. He had come this far, it would be a waste to get caught - to ruin everything - if he didn’t get to have some fun.
Now calm, Aizawa leaned closer to cup a breast, massaging the ample flesh while his finger danced the edge of her bare tips; enjoying the sensation of it hardening from his touch. Once he was sure that wasn’t enough to awaken her, he dared to do more. The bed creaked as he came to lay next to her, hand moving to cup the far breast while he blew a subtle breath of air against the aching tip of the nearer one, evoking a nearly muted moan from the woman.
Eager to hear more from his lover, he encapsulated the delicate point with his mouth and sucked gently. His tongue circled the nub while his hand caressed the other tip.
He was nearly ready to erupt right there, finally enjoying her almost enough to send him over the edge. Yet he fought the urge, releasing his mouth from her, looking up at her sleeping face. She had begun to blush at the stimulation he provided which brought a smirk to his lips.
Deciding to press his luck further he released the soft hill, gliding his fingers back down between her legs, slipping underneath the elastic band of the cotton undergarments. A question that had burned in the back of his mind was answered as he felt the curls that carpeted her warmth.
Head resting against her breasts, he relished the exploration of the downy mound until he felt wetness on his fingertips. A struggled groan from the sleeper came as a finger slipped into the slick folds, touching the sensitive nub that was nestled within them. He teased it; circling, rubbing, and pressing against the heat of it. Her breathing became more ragged as he continued. Beneath heavy eyelids her eyes moved, her lips parting to let out small but sweet moans. 
Eyes still on her face, Aizawa captured her nipple in his mouth once again and added to her arousal, desperate to hear more.
Her legs twitched at his encouragement, unconsciously spreading for more. He was happy to abide by the request, his fingers moving from the twitching bud to her depths. He began with a single finger, easily slipping his middle digit into the damp entrance, feeling the pulsating walls of her insides cling to him eagerly.
As he pumped his hand rhythmically within her he concluded that he wasn’t leaving until he filled her properly. No matter the cost.
One finger became two as he began to work on her, spreading her with his fingers to ready her for what would come next. Her body quivered as he found certain spots reacted more than others and soon his pace increased. His lips detached from her breast to readjust for easier movement and to watch her face as he plunged into her, his thumb doing its best to rub the swollen bud above her entrance.
Finally, to Aizawa’s delight, her hip bucked against his hand as her insides tightened around the fingers, threatening to keep them. Her velvet walls shuddered at the release. His breath shook at the feel and sight of her ecstasy, his pants as tight as possible as his body responded to the show.
He withdrew from her slowly, watching for any sign that she was waking up. To his relief, and amazement, she did not stir, chest heaving from the orgasm. He would need to find out her prescription for himself. 
It took all remaining self-control - as little of it as there was - to not rip the thin barrier from between her legs and thrust into her for his own relief but the best course of action was to give her body time to calm down, she would be far too sensitive right now and that could easily wake her. No, he would take a little more time to enjoy her body before he opened his real present.
A low whine came from the bed as he repositioned himself above her as if a cat were crouching over its prey. Fighting the urge to make her suck his fingers clean after toying with her, he instead used his clean hand to grip her chin and position her face to plant soft kisses on her lips, face, and neck. He wanted to enjoy the unspoiled taste of her before he moved on to his next goal.
Once satisfied, he repositioned again; balancing his weight carefully, he sat over her chest while making sure not to apply any pressure. Once sure of the position, he unzipped and reached into his trousers. Purposely using his sullied hand to coat himself in her, he withdrew the swollen member which twitched at the cold air of the room as it was exposed. Precum dripped happily down the shaft, no longer impeded by anything. 
He stroked himself slowly, happy to have some relief from the agonizing pressure that his pants had caused him. He made sure to hold himself just right so he could feel her breath, which had begun to calm, as he stroked. Making sure not to press too hard, he guided the tip to kiss the sleeping girl’s lips. 
A low groan escaped Aizawa as he felt her tenderness and he did nothing to stop the sound, almost wanting her to wake up so he could shove into her mouth to keep her from crying out at the sight of one of UA’s teachers hovering over her with his cock out. However, she didn’t stir as he traced her lips, coating them with his clear liquid.
Curious to see just how far he could go, he guided himself to the part in her lips and applied pressure. There was resistance but soon they parted and the head of his manhood slipped inside. He shuddered as the flesh surrounded the tip, although he could not go too far as he met with the barrier of her teeth he didn’t mind as he angled himself to slide into the pocket of her cheeks. His hips ever so slowly as he pumped into her jaw.
He wanted so badly to reach down and guide her mouth open so he could slip inside, feel her tongue encircle his shaft, the warmth of her throat. The mere thought mixed with the feel of her made him pull out, panting and holding back the urge to cum. As good as it may feel to use her mouth, he had to hold back from his release just a bit longer. He had a goal and if he came now, the clarity of what he had done would drive him to run before fulfilling it.
Needing time to calm down before he blew, Aizawa sat on the edge of the bed and considered his prey. Her face needed to be cleaned off of any remnants of his indulgence, her breast was a bit red but that would fade before morning, and obviously, her clothes would need to be put back once he was done. Nothing else caught his eye as a potential indication of his visit as he created the mental checklist.
Once he had settled down enough to continue his fun, he removed the blanket completely from her and positioned himself between her spread legs. With delicate movements, he took hold of her panties and began to slide them off. Carefully lifting one leg to remove its hold, he left the garment clinging to the other. 
He swallowed at the sight of her legs spread before him, her womanhood exposed. He wanted to play more, to feel her quiver against his tongue and taste her as she came over and over. Yet he knew it was either that or what he really wanted, he wouldn’t be able to handle more with how worked up he was.
Any reservations Aizawa may have had about his current actions faded away as he withdrew the foil package from his pocket. He cursed as it crinkled loudly whilst being opened, even though he knew by now that it wouldn't wake her. Stuffing the wrapper in his pocket, he sheathed his engorged flesh in the rubber. As much as he would prefer to feel her properly, the evidence he would leave behind would be far too obvious.
His body quivered with anticipation as he adjusted himself to prod at the dampness between her legs. Sliding his length up and down her moist slit he counted himself in her dew, grazing the aroused bulb as he grinded. While lube was preferable, it hadn’t been something to consider in his unusually irrational mindset as he rushed from his room. Covering himself in her juices was the best alternative to avoid hurting her. The last thing he ever wanted was to hurt his beloved.
When he was sure he was suitably slick, he directed his head to her dark haven and began to ease himself into her; one hand holding his girth as he guided it while the other hand pressed into her thigh, holding it to assist with his access. A sigh of delight escaped him as her warmth surrounded him, her body tensing at the intrusion. Allowing a few moments of bliss at the penetration he began to slip slowly, inch by incredible inch, inside of her until he felt the end of her depth and could proceed no deeper without causing pain by pressing against her cervix.
“Fuck…” Aizawa moaned in elation as she encompassed his manhood, pulsing and shivering as it tried to accommodate the unknown object. After who knows how long of lusting after her, he was finally one with her, feeling how truly perfect for him she was. 
Now he was inside, he lifted her legs and held them together with one arm, having them find purchase against his shoulder. The action caused her to squeeze tighter around his manhood and encouraged him to continue. Once her legs were secure, he moved; withdrawing himself as much as he could handle before his need propelled him to enter once more. His hips rocked at an agonizingly slow pace as he pumped in and out of her, he stared with adoration as her body swayed oh so tenderly in time with his movements.
Her breasts bounced gently with the rocking and the erotic scene of it only elevated his lust at the sight. He leaned forward against the angle of her legs, pushing them towards their owner, and put his weight on his free hand as it rested near her sleeping form and began to increase his tempo. 
Heavy panting came from the teacher as he fucked the sleeping student, moans and whispers of unintelligible words of affection escaped his lips, his eyes fluttering as he began to lose himself in the feel of her. She trembled as small bouts of pleasure rolled through her as he used her body.
Her shallow breathing began to match his ragged tones as moans slipped from her mouth, darling whines, and soft squeaks of ecstasy as her body reacted to him. Her brow furrowed as her sleep-addled mind tried to process the feelings he was invoking; the bed began to creak as his motions increased and pressed deeper into her, kissing her deepest parts with his cock.
Any fear he held of rousing her no longer mattered to him, he wanted to see her face flush from the bliss he was filling her with. To see her eyes wide and glazed as he plunged into her with abandon. As her face contorted in her sleep, unable to comprehend how her body felt, he wanted to comfort her.
“It’s okay,” he purred in a quiet voice, “it's me, you’re safe.” He moaned, her name tumbling out alongside the reassurances from him as he thrust into her.  Her feet waved above them in his arms as he started to lose his control, falling into the feeling of her heat enveloping him to wring every drop of his love.
Finally, after all the withholding, Aizawa allowed himself release. His body shuddered violently at the feeling that had been denied for so long. A sharp gasp ripped itself from his lips as he climaxed. His head hung as he shook, a black curtain of hair swayed as he let the electricity of it move through him. Beads of sweat rolled down his face, a few drops fell on the exposed chest of the woman he arched over. 
As the feeling subsided, he stared at his slumbering lover and then sighed as he finally leaned back, relieving the pressure of his weight against her quivering legs as he moved and shifted them to lay beside him while he was still inside her tender flesh. 
Combing his fingers through his tangle of hair he brushed the mess back over his head and took in the sight of the woman he had just violated. Her chest heaving, face flush with feelings she couldn’t understand, wet from his sweat and her womanhood drenched with arousal. A momentary glance at the ceiling and a deep sigh of personal resentment, he cautiously pulled from her, careful to keep the overflowing rubber attached as he did so. Once clear of her, he stepped off the bed quickly and entered the bathroom attached to the dorm room. 
Once removed from his tired member, he tied and pocketed the used condom before grabbing a washcloth and returning to the bed.
As delicately as he could, Aizawa wiped down the victim of his abuse and returned her clothes and cover to their original locations. After a final glance around the room to ensure no evidence of his presence remained, he exited quietly while making a mental note to push the maintenance request to repair the lock to high priority.
The next morning Aizawa was doing his best to ignore his friend’s expected berating for refusing to celebrate as they walked to the main building for the day. It was an easy enough task to ignore the leather-clad hero’s ranting due to the overwhelming pounding of his heart filling his head. Anxiety and fear filled him, alongside acceptance, of what he was sure to come as they approached the building.
As they walked, Aizawa’s eyes instantly caught the form of his desire approaching encircled by her typical group of friends. Her group showed no reaction to the sight of them besides the standard greeting towards their teachers.
“Good morning, Aizawa-sensei. Present Mic-sensei.” She spoke, giving the warm smile that made his heart skip whenever he saw it. She gave no sign that her view of him had changed.
The pair replied in kind to the greeting and continued their stroll, Yamada returning to his argument happily.
“I’m just saying-”
“Fine.” Aizawa agreed, cutting Yamada’s tangent off.
“H-huh? Really ?” He asked excitedly, having never once gotten his friend actually to agree before.
“Yeah, whatever…” Aizawa glanced back at the group of students as they drifted away, “I suppose you’re not completely wrong. Treating myself on my birthday isn’t the worst idea.”
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feelingthedisaster · 10 days
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"why cant i leave extra kudos? :("
you can!!! its called a comment!!!!!
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tht70sblog · 20 hours
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I love when you can tell someone has just binged your AO3 when the kudos email from the morning is like 10 “_________ left kudos on STORY”
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chocsra · 6 months
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✧ RULES
☆ HEYYY, i figured that if yall wanna send requests i should prolly put boundaries and all that other stuff:
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i can/will write for minors, adults or anons 🫶
what i dont write: nsfw, suggestive for minor characters, character x character/oc fics, sensitive topics (sa, self harm, suicide), dark content (rape, incest, pedophilia, drugging), yandere, male reader (i have nothing against this but my writing wouldn't be accurate and i dont want to poorly represent them!)
what i will write: sfw, high tension scenarios w adults, oneshots, headcanons, drabbles, teen romance, platonic, fluff, angst, comfort, enemies to lovers, friends to lovers, school aus
franchises ill write for: bungo stray dogs, jjk? & maybe others idk - but like 95% of my works will be bsd
ill write romance for teen skk, but not for other minors and ill never write suggestive for characters that are minors 😨
my requests are always open! pls pls pls send requests 🙏
i always put a song to match w the fic
most of the time i write for chuuya 😭
if you have any questions feel free to dm me or put it in my asks, I'm open to anything really
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☆ thats all! thank youuu 🫶
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surpriseraisin · 1 month
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trollchendise au _ more blurbs
The captured trolls have a bracelet that they are told to wear at all times. They come in two forms; the ones worn by minors which can be removed and expected to be temporary in order to receive the second form, which is a permanent band sealed around a part of their forearm. This bracelet glows and pings a minimum of three times a day, and during those times takes a 'snapshot' of the trolls status (health, location, if they're alive or dead, the genre specific characteristic that decides their potency (pop trolls become more vibrant), and their designated product label (consumable, entertainment, supplement, or entertainment)). The bracelet for the minor trolls look like a braided twine or leather (depending on the genre), but are wires wrapped in said material, with a steel stud (rock and country) / bell (classical and pop) / bead (funk and techno) attached to it.
Rogue trolls or lost goods (trolls who are not accounted for, often times assumed dead, like bruce) often removed these bracelets. Easier and without scars when removed before turning into an adult (which is the age 21), but needing to be separated from the flesh as an adult and leaving a major scar behind.
when poppy was growing up, her father told her that they are hug time bracelets and when they light up it means its time for hugs. This was to preserve her optimistic outlook, as well as peppy's thinking that since poppy is part of the royal family brand that she is protected enough not to learn about the common sense and darker aspects of their life that other trolls learn as they are growing up. Unfortunately this is not the case, and in fact caused a culture shock for poppy and those she shared this belief with later on in life. Such as during the initial meeting between her and the bands that peppy tried to insert her into, like the snack pack and kismet.
Delta Dawn and Trollzart were purchased by a person known as the Playwright, who looks like a purple themed venice carnival jester, along with a variety of trolls in a group called Company. Playwright is famous for their plays, mostly tragedies with strokes of cynical and sadistic humor, which is why Delta Dawn was picked. Playwright is known by the trolls as someone who believes in method acting, and often prods and leads the trolls in the company into situations to 'enrich their life and delve into the role they will play". Such as turning a blind eye and leaving supplies and opportunities to meet their separated family but expecting them to return on time. Otherwise their role in the play will twist to teach them a lesson, which will in turn influence their life in reality outside of the play. And the unfortunate thing is, the troll themself would have been the one to hand the information over to the Playwright of what they value most, during their permitted escapes.
John traveled around after he escaped. He kept the bracelet on, but had help in tweaking it so that it pings once every 3 days. His hair was kept shortened and gelled with a specific hair product that kept it stiff and uncooperative, as the larger being who bought him is aware of the pop trolls' ability to use their hair in multiple ways. And john is determined and visibly motivated for his brothers that the larger being, known as the Producer, wanted to curb john's ability to escape and become a threat.
John contacted the rogue trolls that his grandma talked to him about, and joined in the plan to get trolls bought by kind if not 'kinder' larger beings, as well taking the system down.
the more he hears of his brothers being bought and disappearing the more desperate and crazed he grows. Becoming more erratic and frenzied in his attempts to make a name and place for himself and his brothers. Has taken to bribing to be connected to the bracelet of his brothers, so he can monitor their status; unfortunately this means he had front row status of when his clay's bracelet updated to be 'discontinued' and eventual abrupt disconnect, and bruce's status dropping in health and eventually as 'lost goods'. As you can imagine, seeing the status of companion for floyd and the less than stellar health status does not paint a good picture for John. Only branch's consistent location and great health in comparison to the rest of the brothers keeps john tethered to his past morals and focused in sane decisions.
currently staying in an aquarium planetarium kept by Kid ritz and some elemental like larger beings. A mix of funk and techno trolls do a show. Mostly left to their own devices, and their natural dances and music keeping the place looking alive and thriving. With large and winding see through tubes and tall domed ceilings for the rooms, it is kept mostly in dark lighting in order to highlight the natural glow of the techno trolls and make the bright colors and metallic finish of the funk trolls and their drifting technology and bubbles more prominent
may or may not have traded himself a couple of times to get the resources and connections to make the adjustments and plans he currently has. such as 'entertainment', 'supplement' or even in some memorable moments acting as temporary 'consumable'
ps. i do have a design for bruce and clay more or less drawn up as well as some scenes for them, i just need to transfer it from my notebook to my drawing pad kek. dunno how clear itd look if i took a photo with my phone.
i gave bruce the beginning of a beard and an apron hahaha
played around and gave clay a kind of starshaped hair, and TUSKS!! i like it :)
i think for floyd i wanna play around with giving him space buns or lots of clips. that prized poodle vibe.
playing with the idea of giving john a dwarf hairstyle and beard...lord of the rings almost...give him some salt and pepper look
branch has gelled hair, as is customary for pop trolls in bands to curb their ability to use their hair. Also has gloves on and a trademark face paint marking on him; hides the patches of gray that appeared and grown since each subsequent lost of his family and stayed permanent after grandma rosiepuff got taken. Kismet have mics on near constantly, and have learned to do sign language in order to communicate silently, though they try to disguise it as dance moves.
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gosh, the ANGST! snafu is a gourmet meal and im absolutely gobbling it up I wanna kiss u (platonically and respectfully) and ur beautiful brain
Thank you!! I'm so thrilled you are enjoying it <3 I appreciate all the love and kind words, it keeps me jazzed to keep going, big time!! <3
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cumulo-stratus · 20 days
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It's comments like this that make my day <33 thank you friend!!!
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steviewashere · 2 months
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I'm getting around to responding to comments on my ao3 and holy shit.
Somebody pointed out how they loved that not all my descriptors are pretty. That, when something awful is happening, I do write disgusting. That, and this was for a scene where Steve is crying, he gags and chokes and gasps for air because the tears are coming so hard.
Like, yes! Finally! Somebody understands!
And, I gotta be honest here, I don't always enjoy writing fluffy, pretty things. I adore writing horrid, disgusting, twisted things. Things that spark an emotional movement or make the reader have to sit with my words for a moment. Or the reader has to walk away and come back.
I once got a comment where—for a fic where Steve loses his mom—they literally had to stop reading several times through the chapter (not the whole fic, just this one chapter) and call their mother. Just to check in and tell her how much they love her.
Yes! Have a visceral reaction to my writing! Hate me, call me evil, tell me that I broke your heart over and over and over again. I live for that shit. Tell me that my soft, tooth-rotting fluff scenes are moving you so emotionally because you seek that romance for yourself. Tell me that the soft writing makes your chest pulse and your stomach hurt with joy and pleasure and unbearable sweetness. It tells me, based on how strong your reaction is, that my writing is doing its job.
That I'm doing my job.
And writers, don't be afraid to write that fucked up thing you wanna write. Make your characters sick, kill your main character, make them grieve, coat them in blood, make them scream and gasp and gag and sob until all they can do is pass out from exhaustion. Make your characters human.
Anyway. Just—Ugh! I love comments; I love praise and kudos, but I love when people comment about what aspects of my writing they enjoy. I also adore when they quote a passage back at me and tell me that it stuck to them. Like, yes, my writing has altered your brain and lives with you forever. That's what I want. That's what I'm hoping for.
Okay, going back to my writing cave, thinking about how I'll continue some of my WIPs and prepare myself for the next steddielovemonth prompt. <3
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fluffydreamland · 2 days
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today's practice!, I got inspired by this blouse and skirt that have this flowery lace, its so cute!,they are from totally different brands I think, but I forgot the names, im tryng to make less round arms,but the right one looks stiff and stuff,and trying diffferent standing poses,comments are aprecciated!,thanks for reading!
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mamaspidershit · 5 months
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finally fucking updated my red room au 💪
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lab-trash · 8 months
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Im definitely gonna write a prequel to my rewrite of Lost and Found (formally titled 'Distress')
Because I've started making up a backstory for Clark, in my head. And I want to share it.
I'm also gonna write at least one sequel.
Also, if you like it or want to see something specific, pls comment, I thrive off of them, I love them and I love Klarker (and also midam and sabriel and destiel)
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rayskeptic · 2 months
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I cannot even express the profound love I have of AO3 comments. Like, this person just wrote a whole paragraph about how much they love my story. This person was so excited that they sent me three heart emojis, just to share their happiness. And it happens across fandoms, across genres, across years, everywhere you go. I just really love the AO3 ecosystem.
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konigceo · 25 days
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every time i feel sad i look at the comments on my popular fics and i smile sm point is comment on posts they make me happy :)
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agent-darkfest · 6 months
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@immagoholdup *looks at bite marks* See... it's comments like this that get me into a drawing frenzy.
Lol Thank you! This is actually one of the sweetest things I've ever heard.
And to everyone else, thank you for your awesome comments, reblogs, and likes! Please know that I read and see every single one, so thank you all! Still trying to figure out how to show my appreciation to you all.
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