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crybaby-bkg · 1 year

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Trainer Bakugou who you're a little terrified of the first day you're paired with him. when asking for a trainer at the gym, you had expected the friendly redhead who always looked so sweet and encouraging and cut as hell. you weren't expecting his grumpy looking blond counterpart, who was all glares and shouts for his clients to keep pushing themselves.

you were hesitant at first, before you quickly realized that it was all a ruse, for the most part. he pushed those who needed that extra encouragement, but was more lenient to people like you who simply wanted a professionals guidance. so, after a few weeks, you liked him for the most part, and his looks damn sure made it easier to cozy up to the big guy.

the only issue you've been having with Bakugou though are the...coregasms, as you've seen them been named on social media, that you keep experiencing. the first time, you weren't sure what it was, why your stomach and pelvis kept tightening up. you couldn't have...climaxed, or anything. you hadn't even been touched!

but, as the weeks go by, and the workouts get more strenuous, they've become harder and harder to subside and ignore, and so had Bakugou's commands to keep going when you suddenly stopped. you can only lie and say its cramps so many times before he realizes that something is up.

you're midway through a good morning, when that familiar feeling starts tightening in the pit of your gut. you clench your eyes shut, shaking your head a little, as if you could ward off the impending feeling. bakugou notices though, frowning at your almost pained expression in the mirror, walking up behind you to stop you as you pull yourself back up. his hands are on your waist, and as you come up, you feel his bulge glide over the curve of your ass, and something in you snaps.

you gasp, buckling over, one hand on your knee as the other reaches back for bakugou's hand to keep you up as your thighs shake. you can feel yourself spasming, clenching and unclenching around nothing, secretly wishing you had something that could fill you up, something that you felt throb against you as bakugou leaned over your form.

"Another coregasm, huh?" he asks you lowly, his lips brushing your ear as you bite your bottom lip to hold back your moan. your eyes buck open though, when his words sink in, head tipping back to look at him in the mirror, only to find his gaze already on you.

"You knew every time?" you ask quietly, panting now that its finally starting to pass over you. but bakugou doesn't let you up from this position, especially since the area you're in seems to be desolate for now.

"It's hard to ignore how pretty you look when you cum, sweetheart." Bakugou seals his words with a firm press to your ass, his cock rubbing the seam, and you can practically feel the heat and veins of it through your thin bottoms. you groan under your breath, getting lost in the feeling of him grinding against you, when he suddenly speaks again.

"You still feel it?" he asks, voice low as he looks at you through his lashes. you nod, biting at your bottom lip as you meet the steady rock of his hips, watching how he smiles before slotting his lips against your ear.

"Want me to help make it go away?" and he does, in the employee locker room after hours. he makes it go away, and rebuild, and go away again and again until you're hoarse and your legs are weaker than they typically are on leg day. bakugou helps the ache go away, but not for that sweet redheaded coworker of his, whose fists have fucked his cock the entire time of watching bakugou rail you over the locker room bench again and again.

#remember when I said in my lion bkg tags that I would write that long fic #sorry but I lied 😔#idk its been so hard to write long fics for me lately!!#I thought it would be better since the brunt of everything in my life has passed #but the creative energy isn't all the way there yet #so I won't rush the process of it!!! when I let it come to me I typically bang out like #3-5 fics in two weeks lol so im waiting for that feeling #but anyway!!! I love trainer character aus they're so seggsy #also I had to throw in eiji sorry what else could I have done #NOT put him in this somehow???? I don't think so #okay bye im gonna write another Drabble ive had in my drafts for a few weeks now LOL #—new treat in the streets! 🍫#bakugou treats! 🍬#also has anyone ever actually experienced a coregasm before??? I saw it on insta and was amazed LOL #I need to start working on my core more to get one lol if im LUCKY

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toxicanonymity · 11 months

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on your back (personal trainer)

2.4k / dark!joel miller x reader / joel master list

can read alone, or pt 1: chest press

WARNINGS: perverted Joel, gaslighting / manipulation, groping, dry humping, coming in pants, dubcon P in V, TW body commentary, reader's breasts can bounce, SA (groping), high pressure. Joel has his own private gym. Thx @dark-scape and @missannwinchester for foam roller, protein shake, & sports bra ideas.

When you were done, he murmured, “on your back now.” He instructed you in how to bridge your hips. “Better for your glutes than squats,” he said and kneeled at your feet. You were self conscious to be thrusting as he watched. His eyes followed your hips as they went up and down. He got between your knees and planked over you. “Up until your hips hit mine.”

One time, Joel was shamelessly watching your body on the treadmill as usual and asked, “you're not doin' extra cardio, are ya?”

You hesitated, “Uh-”

His brow furrowed. “Don’t wanna lose your tits.” His eyes fell to your chest again. You followed his gaze and became very aware of the bounce. You needed a more restrictive sports bra.

You pressed the button to slow your pace. “That’s enough today,” he said. “Just lookin’ out for ya.”

You stepped down off the treadmill and he muttered, “Gotta have the right support, too. C’mere.” He slid his hands in through the neckline of your dry fit shirt and hooked his fingers under the straps of your sports bra.

He tugged the straps up and watched your breasts swell. Then he dropped them. He lifted your breasts with his palms, bit his lip, and took a deep breath. You didn’t say or do anything. It was creepy but also nice having them touched. He got behind you and cupped a breast in each hand, lifting them. His cock twitched against you. “Fuck,” he whispered. He gave them one last squeeze and mumbled, “not bad.”

He picked up his protein shake from the floor of the cardio room. "Gotta get enough protein if ya wanna build muscle.” He tilted his head and looked at you hornily. He held the blender bottle down in front of his crotch and angled it outward then shook to mix it up. He took a deep breath and kept shaking it, and adjusted himself with his other hand.

“Try it,” he said, then handed you the bottle.

One day when you were sore, he showed you how to use a foam roller. He held it steady on the gym mat and helped you position yourself on top of it, cupping an ass cheek to guide you with his other hand. He positioned the roller under your thighs to start off with. He straddled your legs and held your hips then rolled you down toward him until the foam cylinder was at the small of your back and your loins were nearly aligned.

He adjusted his shorts, drawing your attention to the hard bulge hovering just above your upper thighs. He lowered himself a little bit and you felt his balls come to rest where your inner thighs met. He tilted his hips back so his arousal brushed against you. Then he held you with his hands on your sides and rolled you toward him. Your upper back slid along the gym mat as he dragged your body toward him. A shock of arousal buzzed through you as your loins met his hard cock. He rolled you away then back into him. Each time your loins met, he got harder and you got wetter. His mouth fell open and he closed his eyes as he pulled you back into him at a slow rhythm. His hips began to move and he pressed his hard-on into you as he pulled you in, softly grunting each time.

He murmured, “How’s that feel, baby?”

When you didn’t answer, he opened his eyes and pulled you closer. Your spine was curved over the roller. He leaned over you and put his hands to the sides of your shoulders. He thrust against you and you gasped. He lowered his head. “How’s the stretch?”

"It's good."

“We can make it deeper,” he said softly.

You gave a small nod.

“Good girl,” he whispered. He sat back up and positioned himself between your thighs. “Wrap your legs around me.” You didn’t hesitate. “Hang on tight.” He put his hands on the mat again and used the motion of his pelvis, front and back, to roll you on the foam roller. Each time his hardness pressed into you, you were closer to soaking through your leggings.

“How’s that feel?”

It was too much of his cock. “Uh, I think my back is good,” you said.

“Good,” he whispered. “Need ya real stretched out for me.”

He slid his massive hand under your back and lifted gently as he slid the foam roller out from under you, then laid you down flat. You let your legs down to the floor.

While he was still between your legs, he thumbed at the crotch of your leggings, surely as damp as you feared. “It’s natural, baby.” He smelled then licked his thumb and added, “when we get nice and limber,” as he laid his shorts back into you. “When we get our blood flowin’." You looked away uncomfortably. He reassured you, "I get wet, too. i’ll show ya.”

He leaned down and thrust his hard cock against your tingling cunt, breathing heavily, grunting, closing his eyes. You twitched against him. “Natural, baby.” He sped up. His warm, stiff package pressed rhythmically into your throbbing clit until your back arched and you came. “fuck,” he whispered, “yeah.” Then he stopped thrusting, laid into you hard, and moaned as he pulsed against you and came in his shorts.

One day, you did leg lifts. You laid down on your side with your head resting in your hand. He kneeled behind your ass so you were facing away from him. One large hand rested gently on top of your hip and he put his other hand in between your calves.

“Now lift,” he said softly and nudged your leg upward.

He held your calf as you lifted your leg, then he slid his hand from your calf, past your knee. “Good, now down,” he said. He kept sliding his hand toward your torso until the side of his finger hit the apex of your thighs.

Each time you raised your leg, he slid his hand up to your calf, and each time you lowered it, his hand slid down to your crotch. At some point, he started to cup your pussy from behind whenever he reached your crotch. You could hear him breathing heavier. He scooted closer and rested his other hand on your stomach as he did it. “Other side now,” he said. You turned around facing him and watched his eyes devour you as he did the same thing for the whole set.

When you were done, he murmured, “on your back now.” He instructed you in how to bridge your hips. “Better for your glutes than squats,” he said and kneeled at your feet. You were self conscious to be thrusting as he watched. His eyes followed your hips as they went up and down. He spread your knees and got between them. Then, when you were flat on the ground, he planked over you with his hands on the gym mat and his arms straight.

“Up until your hips hit mine.” He was still hard from the leg raises. You felt his hardness every time you lifted your groin into his.

Good girl,” he whispered and wet his lips. It was far, far too easy to visualize fucking him. That time when he referenced you thinking about him and touching yourself, he was dead on. Every time you got home, that’s what you did. You wanted him desperately. But it also didn’t feel right - you didn’t know if he was like this with every client or just you. If you knew it was personal, it might not feel so dirty.

The first time he invited you to into his sauna, you declined.

“Sauna’s infrared,” he told you the next time he urged you to join him. “Real good for ya.” You heard about the benefits of infrared light, so it intrigued you.

He led you into the small locker room of his gym. Once the two of you were in there, he said you should take off your clothes first so the infrared light could wash over you. He took off his shirt and sat down on a wooden bench outside the sauna. He put his hands on his knees as you took off your shirt. “Good girl,” he said. "Go on,” he added, urging you to remove your bra and leggings, too. Your ears got hot as you peeled off your sweaty bra. He beckoned you closer to him, then hooked his fingers into your leggings and helped pull those down. He inhaled sharply as your cunt was exposed. You tried to cover yourself. “Shhh, it’s okay baby,” he whispered. “human body’s a beautiful thing. We’re just two bodies here.” The low echo of his soothing voice made you wetter than you already were.

“God damn,” he breathed. “Lookin’ real good.” You couldn’t fully suppress your smile at the compliment. He shamelessly rubbed his arousal over his shorts, then stood up to take them off and you looked away. You couldn’t help but check out his naked ass as he led you into the sauna. He noticed this in the door’s reflection and smiled to himself. There weren’t towels or anything, but the rosy hue was somewhat comforting. It wasn’t too hot in there, either.

Joel sat right down on the sauna bench, hard-on blazing. You looked directly at it and your nipples puckered.

“Turn ya on?” he asked. “Good sign,” he said. “Means you’re healthy.” His eyes scanned you hungrily from head to toe. “C’mere a minute, gorgeous,” he beckoned you. You shyly stepped forward. When you got close enough to him, he gently took your hands in his and guided you to standing as close as possible between his knees. His foot nudged your feet apart, then he slipped his massive hand between your bare thighs, and his thick fingers met your dripping seam. “Gorgeous,” he said, looking between your legs. “Just perfect.” His chest rose and fell with heavy breaths. With his free hand, he reached for his cock. It was a mouth-watering sight. He kept stroking the wet mess between your legs. His lips parted with desire.

Your heart raced. “I dunno if this is a good idea,” you said.

“I think your body’s sayin’ it is, sugar.” He removed his fingers and examined their shine, then sucked them dry while maintaining eye contact, making you weak in the knees. He rubbed you again, then asked “Can I feel inside?” and you nodded hesitantly. He inserted his middle finger first, pumped it a few times, swirled it, pulled it almost all the way out, then added his index finger. He rested his thumb against your clit as he slowly finger fucked you. Then he took his thick digits out and wiped them on the head of his cock, gathering his precum to combine with your slick as lube.

“been doin’ this dance for weeks,” he said. “Shoulda told me to stop if ya didn’t want it.”

You were speechless.

“Think you should sit on this cock now, baby.” He began to stroke himself slowly. “Lemme get to know your body. Show ya somethin’ special ‘bout yours, too.” You hesitated and he slowly nodded. “Only take a minute.” He put his hands on your hips and rotated you to face away from him “Damn, this ass,” he whispered. He slid his hand vertically between your legs and rubbed your wet pussy with the side of his index finger. “How ‘bout it, baby? Gotta listen to your body.” He guided you closer to him. “What’s your body sayin’?” Your body was screaming yes. The red light seemed to make you extra horny, even more than you usually got around him. Then again, it was more likely the nudity. The sight of his stiff, naked cock.

Joel used one hand to hold it at attention, and another to guide you back over it since you were facing away from him. “Whaddaya say?”

“Okay, I guess,” you whispered, overwhelmed by the desire to have him inside you. Unable to formulate any reasoning behind your hesitation, as if you needed a reason.

“Good girl,” he said into the nape of your neck. “Come on down, easy does it.” his breath was hot on your lower back.

He guided his tip to your entrance then put both hands on your hips and pulled down. He groaned as you were impaled on his rock-hard shaft and you moaned as his girth stretched you open.

“So damn tight,” he breathed. Your walls parted to accept him and it was still a stretch. “Take it, I know ya can.” He pulled down a little more, a little harder, and groaned as your bodies became flush. “Now use it,” he said and put his hands on the bench with a lift of his hips that slightly rocked you. “Do what makes ya feel good.” You sat there for a moment, then he said, “go ‘head, show me what ya want.”

You put your hands on your thighs and rose up half way, then lowered yourself with a soft moan. “Yeah, there ya go, baby.” He took your hands in his on top of your thighs.

You rose up a few more times, then he returned his hands to your hips and started guiding you to move you faster. You put your hands on your knees and tilted your hips to take more of him. “Good girl,” he said.

He fucked you for a few minutes, panting and praising you. "Our bodies needed this,” he said as he sheathed himself with your cunt. “Real bad.” He let you up and pulled you down, then held you down, moving you on his cock, staying deep inside you, nudging your g-spot.

You were getting close, but not fast enough. He started holding breaths and releasing them vocally, then warned you, "gonna come, baby.” He kept moving you on his cock, and a few seconds later he panted, “Get up now, ‘less ya wanna be pumped full.”

You kinda did want that, but you knew it wouldn’t be smart, even though you took your pill pretty well. Instead, you dismounted him and turned around to watch. Your walls slowly came back together to fill the void he left as he stroked himself. Then he pointed the head of his cock at your lower belly and his hot seed hit your skin.

When he finished releasing a massive load, he swiped his fingers through it and raised them to your mouth. "Good protein," he said.

THANK YOU for reading and thank you so much for your reblogs and comments! Now more than ever. PSA: follow me if you're into this, because i'm shadowbanned and not showing up in tags. this also means i can't make comments (but I still read each of yours and truly appreciate it). I also can't send or receive DMs on. main. follow @toxicfics for notifications and @toxicrecs for reblogs.

#joel miller x reader #joel miller smut #horny!joel #dark!joel miller #horny!joel miller #pervy!joel miller #pedro pascal fic #toxicanonymity ☠️#tw dubcon #personal trainer!joel #pt!joel #personal trainer!joel miller #pt!joel miller

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coeurify · 9 months

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this is so personal trainer abby coded

https://www.tiktok.com/t/ZT8dqwjAw/

FUCKKK! IT IS

god, personal trainer!abby and you are always toeing that invisible like between professional and.. definitely not. small lingering touches, glances that were much more than friendly.

but this.. this particular part of your sessions, that was when things started taking a much more physical turn.

you hated weight training most days, and regularly fought against it when abby lead you that way. but the blonde never put up with your attitude, shaking her head and humming instead of giving into your complaints.

it always had your eyebrows furrowed, chest tight with breaths of air you just couldn’t get out. you just pushed yourself so hard. maybe because there was someone you wanted to impress. definitely not your pretty— no scratch that, hot— personal trainer though. of course not. that would be unprofessional.

almost as unprofessional as abby’s hands finding your hips, the rough pads of her her fingers ghosting just ever so lightly against the spandex of your shorts. “there you go,” she praised, hand slipping just past the curve of your ass as you dropped into a squat again, the weight of the metal pressing into your shoulders.

If you could see that cocky fucking smile she was wearing you probably would’ve dropped the barbell right then and there.

you almost did when her hips pressed against your own, following your squat motion. When you raised again, arms shaking from the effort, Abby’s breath warmed the back of your neck. “Such a strong girl. See what happens when you quit all that whining?”

God. You were totally screwed.

#rins reqs ❀.#personal trainer!abby #abby anderson x reader #abby anderson x you #abby anderson x y/n #abby anderson smut #abby anderson fluff #abby anderson fic

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emerald-skies-art · 3 months

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Late night swim in Alola~ 💙💜💙

#namelessshipping #reguri #pokemon #レグリ #グリレ #trainer red #trainer green #loosely based off a fic by sweet y

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cochineal-leviat · 4 months

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"After Kieran was defeated by the person he looked up the most in front of everyone, he fell into a darker spiral - willing to do everything to become powerful. But the events in the Underdepths of Area Zero shook him awake. Running on his last fumes, he and Carmine take a break from their studies. But, before the trip back to Kitakami, he waits a little longer on Unova's mainland to spend more time with Flore before feeling useless in his hometown. Flore invites him over to their dorm room to chat.

Naturally, Kieran wonders why the prodigal champion invited him over."

Eh, the comic is a bit rough; I did it quickly as a burst of inspiration hit. Maybe I will clean it up sometime later. Idk.

Heyo! I enjoyed the Indigo Disk immensely, and while the game still has issues - I still loved it. A Kieran has rapidly become my favourite character. He was already in the Teal Mask, but the second part skyrocketed him to first place. (Red Onion boy having a mental breakdown was both horrifying and hilarious to witness)

A bit of backstory: initially, I was going to write the MC as Florian since I chose his model while playing the game. But I realised in the middle of writing that I accidentally kept switching between they, she and he pronouns. I suppose I was also imagining Juliana in the MC's places, so I combined them. (Flore out catching genders like Pokemon) Unfortunately, I could not work Juliana's name into the MC's first name, so Juliana (or a variation) is their second name. Essentially, you can still picture Julliana and or Florian in Flore's place; it's your choice!

I tried writing Flore by incorporating headcanons and traits I have seen floating around the fandom for Scarvio's player characters. And my own experiences, of course. So, I hope I do them justice. Please enjoy!

Ps: if anyone wants to see more info or art about Flore, I would be happy to share more :p

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sage-nebula · 3 months

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Penny is a genius.

Not a genius in all things, mind. Her strengths mostly lie in computers and strategy. But an idea starts bubbling in her mind on the flight to Kitakami, and by the time they've returned safely to Paldea she realizes exactly what she has to do, and exactly why it's the most brilliant plan anyone has ever thought of. That night, tucked into her desk chair and surrounded by her beloved veevees, Penny composes an email.

"Dad,

I want to tell you about my friend Arven."

- - -

It takes less than twelve hours for the cafeteria doors to be thrown open with such gusto that they slam back against the wall. Flatware clatters to the tables. Students drop their bowls in shock. A pawmi falls face first into a pot of soup. And Penny's father, Peony, stands proud in the doorway, scanning the stunned student body with a fierce look of concentration, while Penny's older sister Peonia hangs behind him with her head in her hands.

Seated in the back of the cafeteria with a bowl of half-soggy cereal, Penny draws her hood up over her head and pulls the strings tight.

"There he is!" Peony booms, and Penny peeks through the hole in her hood to see that he's pointing at Arven, whose mouth is still agape as his half eaten breakfast sandwich lies forgotten on his plate. A wide smile breaks over Peony's face as he strides across the cafeteria, all eyes following him as he makes his way across. "Ven, my boy! I've been lookin' all over for you!"

"Uh, what? Why? Who are you?" Arven starts to stand as if to run, but before he can Peony slings an arm around his shoulders so they can sit back down together.

"Name's Peony! My darling Pen-Pen told me all about you. And from what I hear, it sounds to me like you could use an ultra-mega-fun adven-tour extravaganza!"

"'Pen-Pen'? Wait, do you mean—?" Arven looks at Penny across the room, who begins hastily shoving soggy cereal into her mouth.

"I've got it all planned. Camping, cookouts, the works! We're going to have a blast, my boy—I ultra-mega guarantee it!"

"So," Peonia says as she slides into the chair next to Penny, "what exactly did this Arven bloke do to you to make you sic Dad on him?"

Penny rolls her eyes. "He didn't do anything. He needs this—in a good way. His situation's completely different from our one; his parents were never around."

Peonia snorts. "Lucky him."

"Not as much as you might think." Penny looks across the cafeteria again. Arven still looks confused and nervous, but he's starting to smile a little; her dad's corny "adven-tour" must be sounding pretty good to him. "I think he and Dad will get on all right."

"Well, so much the better if it gets Dad out of our hair a bit."

"Exactly."

"Ha!" Peonia grins, and elbows Penny in the side. "I knew this wasn't all altruism. You are taking the piss, aren't you?"

"I'm not. Arven really does need this. It just also helps us. Plans can accomplish two things." Penny stands up, and swipes her bowl from the table as her father pulls out a map to show Arven. "Now come on. Let's escape while Dad's distracted."

#pokemon #pokemon sv #pkmn sv #pkmn sv spoilers #trainer penny #team star penny #trainer peony #trainer arven #trainer peonia #fic fix #i imagine after Penny tells Peony that Arven's parents abandoned him it's like #Peony: ''I'm adopting a third child''#Arven: ''Really? who?''#Peony: ''You. Sign here.''

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mggsv · 5 months

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Reader who hates working out but wants something new in their life so they hire a Trainer.

The trainer being none other than Aaron Hotchner. The trainer who loves watching you work out, moaning at the tiresome work when you can’t do more than three sit-ups.

The trainer whose hand is always helping you stretch by putting your legs over his shoulders.

The trainer whose body rocks against yours to ease your tension in your body….

The way he helps you build up your core by fucking into you, your legs nearly touching your shoulders- and oh he can see everything. Down to the sweat bedding your forehead, to the way your sex is clenching around him.

“Ri-right there..fuck-!” You gasp. Aaron’s cock being buried deep inside of you. Your forehead’s nearly touched. “You’re getting used to the stretching- tell me, does it hurt?” He had that concerned tone in his voice even while fucking you. It was insane. “No- not at all..feels good baby.” You moan, biting your lip as he pulled out to the tip. He shudders, pushing each and every inch back in.

“That’s it doll..take it like I know you can. Fuck..” Aaron groans. “Next week we’re gonna move on to another step. I want this hole nice and wide understand?” He kisses your nose. You, panting beneath him, nods. “Yes sir!”

more trainer hotch

#i’m actually loving trainer aaron #dom aaron hotchner #aaron hotch fanfiction #aaron hotch fluff #aaron hotch smut #aaron hotch imagine #aaron hotchner x reader #aaron hotch #aaron hotch fic #aaron hotch hotchner #hotchner #hotch #criminal minds #gender neutral reader #gn reader

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frostironfudge · 1 year

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I Really, Really Want To Kiss You - Bucky Barnes

Pairing: Personal Trainer!Bucky Barnes x Plus Size Fem Reader, Modern AU.

Warnings: angst, fluff, swear words, making out, allusions to body dysmorphia, a male oc being mean to the reader based on her appearance, protective bucky, mutual pining, sam has the braincell, weight loss mentioned, some not so good thoughts about herself by the reader, bucky fell first its canon for this au.

Word Count: 2.6k || Dividers: @firefly-graphics

A.N: i've been meaning to write personal trainer bucky for a while and i might make this multiple parts (maybe 1-2 parts more) but i'm not sure about it, let me know what you think! also if i expand then that may include smut.

masterlist // Ao3

Heartbeat thunderous in your ears. Breath borderline panting. Then you see him, your step falters. Your hands grab the handle bar trying to right yourself.

Bucky’s hand shoots out to stabilise you and press the stop button on the treadmill.

Your eyes shift from the man to Bucky. He frowns at you.

“Where is your focus?” He worriedly tuns his gaze over you.

“I’m okay…” You murmur, heat creeping to your cheeks.

“You sure? I know we’re trying interval running for the first time—,”

“Sir—Bucky,” you correct yourself before he can tell you off again, “I’m okay.” You press on, the heat of his palm against your lower back grounds you more than it should.

Blue eyes give you a once over, “Okay, how about we try again?”

He smiles when you nod, you will your heart and mind to focus. When Bucky got assigned as your personal trainer you wanted the ground to swallow you up.

He’s tall, beefy, with a charming smile and eyes so blue you would tie dumbbells to your feet to drown into, well maybe not that literally but controlling your feelings for him for the past three months had been difficult.

Every-time he smiled at you, your heart would stop, every repetition he demonstrated you swear your mouth watered with drool brimming past your lips. Then when he joked around and eased your nerves over the whole ordeal to loose weight that that is what set your heart soaring.

Bucky was sweet, encouraging, the praise for him just never stopped. Everyone at the gym adored him, even if you were mid session and anyone required help he’d look to you if it was okay. He’d jog over help them and return to you.

He taught you to look at your journey from the point of view of getting healthier for yourself. Reminding you that the scale is just a number.

Just like the age gap between the two of you, fourteen years who cares? You definitely don’t, not one damn bit.

“Ready?” His voice brings you back into the present. You nod.

“Alright, thirty second intervals, speed at 6.5, and we’ll start at a speed of 3 for thirty seconds then switch higher.” Bucky watches for any signs of confusion on your face, you give him nothing to worry about, he gives you his beaming smile.

Blame the heat on your cheeks on the workout.

Blame the heat on your cheeks on the work—

Then he passes by again, your gym crush, Bucky had been deemed by your best-friends as your Gym Love.

You watch through the mirror discreetly as the guy-gym crush-because you’re too anxious to even ask his name or approach him. Runs his hand through his hair and you panic when the floor beneath you moves.

Oh, you’re on the treadmill right. You begin taking the steps, Bucky adjusts the speed to three.

“What has you distracted? Is everything okay?” He questions and you will yourself not to look at gym crush but your damn eyes betray you because he’s deadlifting and you can hear him groan and why is the speed increasing?

Shit you will yourself to catch up. Bucky follows your gaze to the guy. Then he scoffs calculating the weight the guy is lifting.

“Not impressive.” He mutters, attention back at you, “Alright there, Doll?”

“Mmhmmm.” You’re on the verge of beginning to pant and he lowers the speed. That damned nickname sends your heart into over drive.

You slow down to a walk catching your breath.

“How was that?” You question trying to deflect.

“Good, you’re keeping focus.” Bucky murmurs, its stupid he knows being a little petty that you’re stealing glances of someone else.

“Sorry, I um,” you begin,

“No don’t apologise, Doll, ready for the next interval?” His eyes meet yours and god he just wants to lean over and kiss you senseless.

“Yeah, I am.” You grin at him, Bucky increases the speed again. Watching your feet to see if you need any pointers on foot posture and landing.

This goes on for another fifteen minutes before he gives you a break. When you get down from the treadmill you have to look up at Bucky again because he’s tall. So damned tall he towers over you. You’d be lying if you didn’t want him to lift you up and—, god why does working out turn your brain into a horny mess?

“Go sit down, drink water, I’ll be back in two minutes okay?” Bucky watches you nod at his words your breath still fast, chest rising and falling, he swallows quickly heading to the main desk where Sam is stationed.

You make your way to the bench grabbing your water. Involuntarily your eyes scan over the gym, trying to locate your crush.

Tugging at your t-shirt. To stop it from highlighting your rolls, you sit up straighter as he passes by, heading to the machines. You drink water, then look down at your shoes then towards the area.

Very fucking discreet, you tell yourself.

He pays you no mind, focused on his workout. Then he looks your way you look ahead, trying not to make it obvious being caught staring.

Bucky sighs, Sam shakes his head.

“Just tell her.” He taps the keyboard, switching playlists.

“She already has a crush on dudebro deadlifts double digits.” Bucky grimaces, its been three months being your personal trainer, he wanted more, much more.

Everything about you pulled him in, the way you smile whenever greeting any of the staff, to your jokes during the sessions. The way you would light up when you made progress in your strength.

God he remembers your scent lingering upon him after hours of you jumping into his arms when you broke your own deadlift personal record.

Your warmth engulfing him, your skin so soft and pretty he just wanted to sink his teeth and mark you as his own, he could even hear you saying his name over and over.

“Bucky.” Your palm on his hand brings him back into the present. His brows furrow. Thank god for the desk.

“Y-yeah Doll?” He clears his throat. Sam chortles covering it with a cough, Bucky throws him a glare, then gazes back at you.

“You alright? It was around ten minutes I got worried…” You bite your lip. Bucky’s gaze falls to them, his tongue peeks out wetting his own bottom lip.

Your eyes follow the movement, you swallow.

“Yeah, I’m sorry, Sam threw paperwork on my head. I’ll walk in with you. You feel up for doing abs or have I worn you out?” He wiggles his brows.

You giggle, “It takes a lot more than an interval training to wear me out.”

“Are you challenging me, Doll?” His lips curve up into a smirk.

Your core pulses at the innuendos being exchanged.

“Maybe.” You shrug, looking away to breathe.

Bucky chuckles, shaking his head.

“Come on, three variations with two sets of twenty reps, I’ll go easy on ya.” He winks when you look back up at him.

“When have you ever gone easy on me?” You feign surprise.

“You’d know when I get rougher, Doll.” Bucky pipes back.

Sam coughs in warning. Bucky purses his lips, thinking of thoughts that should help rid of his hidden predicament.

Your fingers intertwine out of nervousness. Licking your lips, “I’ll wait in the studio?”

“Yeah be there in a second.” He promises as you trace the path back.

“Just ask her. You’re both practically eye fucking the other.” Sam waves a hand gesturing between Bucky and where you were standing.

“She’s not interested in me—,” Bucky’s brows furrow pondering over the conversation, “do you think?”

“Man go ask her out before I throw you in the morning shift.” Sam warns as Bucky finds his way to you.

You’re in the studio, sitting crossed legged on the floor. Fiddling with the corner of the mat.

“Hey.” Bucky smiles when you grin at him, “Hey.”

“So I was thinking I’d do the reps with you.” He moves to grab a mat for himself.

“Won’t that be too slow for you?” You blink up at him.

“Nope.” He sits on the mat, “Now, first classic crunch, ready?”

You nod getting into position as does he, “Ready and go.”

How Bucky is able to keep the counts and do the reps is beyond you.

He’s staying true to his word in tandem with your movements.

You have to will yourself to do the reps instead of watching him. The way his hair begins to fall on his forehead and without breaking his movement he shakes it away.

Beads of sweat line your forehead and you grunt laying back covering your face with your palms just as Bucky gives the last call for the rep. That last set took a lot of energy out of you.

“Hey Doll,” Bucky leans over, you move your hands to look up at him.

“Yeah Bucky?” breathing is still hard even more so with those azure eyes gazing down at you.

“You okay?” He checks in, gaze tracing over you.

You nod, “Just need to catch my breath—,”

The door to the studio slams open, Bucky looks up. You sit up, gym crush stands there looking at Bucky.

“Yes?” He questions the dudebro.

“You’re a trainer right? I need a spotter, the dude on the front desk is with a client showing the gym. You’re the only other free trainer.” He says, Bucky raises a brow looking towards you.

“I’m with a client.” He gestures with his palm.

You offer a smile, “Its okay…”

Bucky scoffs when the idiot doesn’t even thank you. Just gestures to the training area for him to follow.

“Mannerless.” He comments, you frown.

Bucky wants to roll his eyes, of course you wouldn’t like anything bad said about your whatever the idiot is to you.

“I’ll see you tomorrow?” You ask hopeful, even though its your day for cardio having Bucky there makes it better cause he alway made funny faces through the mirror while passing by. You did the same to him just a little more discreet if he was with a client.

“Oh I have to go help a friend move so I might not be there when you usually come in… you can do your usually routine, elliptical, treadmill, cycling or jump rope’s cool too.” He helps you up not letting go of your hand even as you both are standing.

You like that, holding Bucky’s hand. He might not like it though so you look down and he blushes moving his hand away, if though he really didn’t want to do so.

“I’ll see you day after then?” You offer, he nods.

“See you, Doll.” Bucky smiles when he spots you smiling shyly at the nickname.

The next day at the gym you feel Bucky’s absence. Usually he’s smiling, greeting you or making a joke. Checking in upon your diet and how you’re doing mentally. He always made sure to know about your headspace.

You’re getting down from the treadmill making way to the water station. That is when gym crush walks in, you make eye contact while filling your bottle, in a moment of boldness. You offer him a smile.

He stares at you with his dark eyes, then his face morphs into a disgusted grimace. You look back to your water bottle, moving away rushing over to the locker room.

You can’t get his expression out of your head, the mirrors in the room turn sinister, you cover your face, heading into one of the stalls.

Resting your forehead against the door, trying to quiet your breathing and tears. Your weight didn’t please any man who held your romantic admirations, it was always a factor and despite the hard-work done these past few months it seemed as if this was to waste as well.

“Fuck.” You mutter, trying to find the positives over the past few months. Everything Bucky has done for you, taught you, you sniffle. It doesn’t work. Not even the mental footage of him doing dumbbell floor presses helps to distract your mind.

Wiping your eyes you grab your bag from the locker, heading out, not bothering to look at anyone.

As luck would have it you collide into someone, palms engulf your arms, steadying you. His cedar and patchouli scent surrounds you. Bucky.

“Doll.” Is all he says, you don’t look up at him.

You try to keep the sniffle down, but the stupid sound blubbers out. Immediately his calloused hands grasp your face, making you look up into his eyes.

“Who did this?” Bucky’s eyes scan over the gym floor.

His gaze settles on dudebro, his jaw clenches and eyes narrow.

“Bucky, no one—,” You attempt to defuse the situation.

“Don’t lie to me, Doll.” He warns, one hand leaves your cheek, wrapping around your wrist, he pulls you into the private office.

“You’re going to tell me the truth.” Bucky demands.

“There isn’t anything to say—,”

“That’s it.” He moves without warning, grasping your hips and you’re lifted up, and settled onto the desk, your legs parted to have him stand between them chest to chest.

You’re out of breath without having moved a muscle.

“Bucky?” Is all you can muster out, he grasps your chin with his thumb and forefinger, tilting your head back only slightly.

“Doll, you’re crying and its not the happy tears I’ve seen you shed and wiped away. Now please, please tell me what happened.” He requests, all the earlier range he harboured gone but not forgotten.

“I,” Your chest tightens and your eyes close, as though it would erase it all away.

“Take your time, Doll.” He encourages, thumb tracing over your jaw.

You gaze into his eyes, the warm comfort in them beckoning you close, “You might think it’s stupid.” you warn.

“Try me.” He shrugs, giving a soft smile.

You swallow and then spill the entirety of the event.

“He grimaced at you?” Bucky confirms, you nod.

“I’m going to kill him.” He begins to pull away and you instinctively wrap your legs around him to stop him.

“Doll—,”

“I’m so sorry—,”

“No fuck, I’ve thought of this so many times…” Bucky trails off.

“You, you have?” Your eyes widen, as he nods again.

“You don’t know what you’ve done to me, all I can think about is you. Every sense of mine attitude to you.” He rests his forehead against yours, you close your eyes.

“I’ve thought about you too.” Your quiet admission has him smile.

“What have you thought about?” His curiosity getting the better of him.

“How your arms feel around him, how would it be to see you outside of here… to, to have you lift me up like—,” You squeal when he lifts you again, your legs wrapped around his waist, hands on his shoulders, Bucky grins mischievously.

You’re pressed against the wall and him.

“Like this?” He questions, breathless, eyes shifting between your lips and gaze.

“Yes.” the words a breathless whisper.

“Doll I really, really want to kiss you.” He admits, you raise your palm to cup his cheek, shifting your head towards him.

Bucky’s breath fans across your face, his lips are slightly chapped but soft, warm and oh so sinful. The kiss is bruising, he completely dominates and you allow him to, his tongue exploring your mouth and he sucks upon your bottom lip.

You tug on his lip as he pulls away, Bucky audibly groans.

“You’re so beautiful, so magnificent. And you taste so addicting.” Bucky rests his forehead against yours again, this time both of you stare into each other’s eyes.

You can’t keep the grin off of your face nor can he, “So does this mean I can take you out to dinner?” He requests.

“Yeah, yeah you can.” You answer smiling, his lips meet yours again.

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artifour · 1 year

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(takes off my mask) thats right, i was a gaba fan all along

#hi minnie #reguri #gaba #go read gone and back again by sundae_serenade on ao3 rn ☹️#this fic changed the trajectory of my life #forever #namelessshipping #i know the melemele meadow one isnt exactly accurate #im too used to drawing them with their canon clothes #ookido green #trainer green #blue oak #green oak #trainer red #im so normal about them #im also so normal about angry green #anyway yes i love them thank you for writing this minnie i make them spin in my mind like rotisserie chicken #pokemon

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kagooleo · 3 months

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so with confidence I present my rarepair...fluffyriceshipping!

they were originally a joke ship (which was my last chance to get out) but they grew on me more and more throughout last year, and months later they've become my favorite pair to draw! their name was the funniest thing to make of them because i got to joke around with their jpn names

the tl:dr of them is that there's a lot of good drama to make of thirty-somethings with the weight of responsibility of their respective cultures on their shoulders, as well as their personal thoughts of the trainers of their respective regions, all this culminating together to be really compelling for me to develop, so I'll ramble a Whole lot more under the cut about them :D!!

ok now that the people that wanted to see more about what i'm crazy about when i'm not online are here you guys better prepare for the worddump lmao

before they meet its postgame and they’re both in their thirties (early to mid), lance post gsc/hgss still upholds his champion position and managing the dragon's den alongside any g-man/undercover rocket work on the side (in workaholic mode), riley post dppt is occasionally battling at the battleground but also holing himself up with patrols on iron island and doing egg research and training his aura (Also in workaholic mode)

i'd say all the work makes byron and roark try to get him a break from all that, convincing him at some point to take a vacation! see the sights my guy you've been workin yourself to the bone

it's canonically shown in hgss that riley does appear as a partner for the battle tower, so at some point he is in johto! the region resonates with his cultural sensibilities so maybe he revisits it again to instead actually relax there.

lance would probably catch his hat flying away when he's visiting elm's lab (a fellow egg researcher) in new bark and riley would have absolutely fell first for him (and i'm a sucker for meet-cutes,,,)

and from there they hit it off! being both skilled trainers in their own right they battle and go out to eat after and talk about their family (clair and the elders, for riley's case his family friends byron and roark), their culture (dragon clans and aura guardians), and then when they talk about their respective trainer kiddos (silver and dawn) something clicks between them (it’s a Really rough snippet but hopefully it’s decent)-

"Do you have any kids? I know the news loves to make up some kind of story about secret love affairs with a random person." the guardian says, awkwardly.

Lance smiles, "Oh, yeah! I have one but he's technically not mine." Riley chokes on his iced tea.

"I'm sorry?" A million thoughts roll through his mind as he processes his words said so matter-of-factly.

"Haha, sorry, sorry, I'm only partly joking."

"E-Elaborate..."

The champion explains the general gist of things as he's met him, Silver, his kid-by-odd-circumstance, was homeless for a while, but was training alongside some other up and coming trainers. Uncovering some Rocket related files, he learns he's the son of the boss of the entire organization, and after some on and off meetings he eventually got him a place to stay at the Dragon's Den, and soon after began living with him at his place when he warmed up to the idea of adoption.

There are times he gets overwhelmed with all that he's been through, and some nights its all too much. But Lance was there with him, stayed with him every step of the way, unlike the one who gave him that abandonment anxiety in the first place.

"He's my kid, not by blood, and maybe not by his family, either. But instead, by his own decision he chose to stay with me. I'd want him to keep the freedom he has now." Lance states, firmly. "And now he's grown up as strong as I believed he could. I'm proud of him, as much as he tends to deny that." Riley senses his draconic aura swell with pride, mixed with a humbling sincerity in his words.

"What about you? Any kids of your own?" the sudden flip of the question surprises the guardian briefly.

"N-Nothing adoptive but…I suppose it's similar, in a way to meeting them as you have."

The guardian's turn, now. Dawn was someone he met when he was training on Iron Island, and also served as a guide to get her through the caverns. When he felt something off in the aura surrounding the area, he eventually learned of Galactic causing the pokemon on the island to feel restless and agitated. With her, they were able to clear the island of their antics and even gifted her a Riolu egg on her journey. From there, he was impressed with how strong she was, and did hear from Cynthia that she raised his present up to evolving her into a Lucario. He couldn't have been happier.

That was the case, until he caught the aftermath of the events of Mt. Coronet.

What Cyrus did, the lengths he'd go to, and dragging the both of them into a mess that could have torn the world apart.

After that, Dawn stayed home for a while. Cynthia put him as a contact for her mom, who was really worried for her. With his aura and her friends, Lucas and Barry, they were a big help for her recovery. And eventually, after a lot of time and work, she became the region's champion. She messages every now and then to him, as processing any trauma is never an easy road, but he realized how lucky she was to have the people she'd met to keep her steady, and knew she'll be alright.

"I...still wish I could've done more for her," Riley says, quieter. "Cynthia told me about what happened in that other world, and it...it was a lot for Dawn, a lot of emotions to help her figure out." he finishes, sheepish.

"…I don't blame you for feeling that way, I wouldn't know what to do in a scenario like that, either." the champion says, unsure too.

"It's amazing, in a way. All these kids going through so much on their own. I'd be proud were it not so scary, realizing how young they are to go through what they have been through."

"There's only so much you really can do, as an adult. I've realized that fact a long time ago." Lance's aura felt oddly melancholic, as bright and pretty as it may appear. "It's either immediate or slow when things change for them, and sometimes you'll have to make a choice on the spot when the time comes for them to decide what they want to do." It sounds like he’s speaking from experience, but the melancholy makes it appear that he's had some regrets.

“I trust in them to find their own path, eventually. When they’re together, those kids are gonna be alright on their own.”

His reassurance helped, even if only by a small amount.

I should make some kind of master post about them at some point but WAH god I’m so happy I can actually put them together in pokemon masters, they’ve really grown on me and I’ve developed a lot for the both of them in my free time, but yeah this is the rarepair that’s been on my brain for ages now, a gaze into my goo brain 🤪

#kagarts #pokemon gsc #pokemon hgss #pokemon dppt #trainer riley #stat trainer riley #champion lance #lance pokemon #fluffyriceshipping #🌊🍚🐉#yeah I’m establishing the tag for em in emojis. free reign bitches!!!!!#long post #writing a fic is hard but i could write millions of words about these two. the character analysis is compelling #catch me being annoying about them in the coming months #being able to talk about them is so nice bc I was pretty scared before because of some people I used to know #but now I get to be free and awesome without worry and it’s been great! I’ve got a friend who’s encouraged me to talk about them here #and so I shall! to my friend I want to kiss you on your forehead for hearing me out about these two #new year new yaoi new me >:]

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deandoesthingstome · 6 months

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Sand Trap

Pairing: Dog Trainer!Sy x Reader

Word Count: 901

A/N: I had a burst of inspiration and the main character surprised me considering where my loyalties have been lately. There are literally no references to Aika or Ginger in this little fever dream, but it definitely belongs to my Dog Trainer!Sy universe.

Warnings: This is Sy, so I feel like I have to warn for NO f oral; oral m receiving, fingering, anal. Please let me know if I missed anything for you.

Disclaimer: I don’t own Captain Syverson or Sand Castle, but I do own these words, so please do not copy or repost as your own. Likes, Comments, and Reblogs are amazing.

"What's the smile for?"

"I was just imagining the most amazing vacation. A secluded beach bungalow complete with an outdoor shower and 100% privacy so that after a swim in the ocean I can peel off my swimsuit as I walk to rinse off.

The warm rays of the sun shine down on my upturned face and I close my eyes and tilt my head back into the water to wash my hair free of the salt for a short time.

When I open my eyes, you're there. Naked and gazing with lust, lazily stroking your cock while you watch me get clean. Again, for a short time.

You flash a wicked grin and wait for me to start begging with my eyes and bit lip and deep breaths and when you nod I turn off the water and step forward, falling to my knees in the soft sand. I absolutely cannot wait to put my mouth around you and you are so kind to let me do so.

It feels like hours that we spend under that palm tree while I lick and suck and stroke and squeeze you to climax and when I'm done swallowing you down you lift me up. We step back in the shower to rinse off together one more time before you carry me inside, legs wrapped around your waist and mouths locked in passion.

I hate when you drop me to the cool, crisp white sheets because your hands are no longer attached to my ass, fingers molded around my cheeks like that's the only thing they were made for. But then you show me what else your fingers were made for and when I'm screaming your name while I come all over them you just grin down at me and call me darlin' and tell me what a good girl I am.

And I melt for that, you fuckin' know I do. And it's a little bit sneaky 'cause you're gonna use it to your advantage. 'Cause you know as soon as I'm your good girl I can't say no to anything and that anything is your wet, slippery fingers dragging down and smearing my own slick all around my puckered hole, that is now just pulsing for you, jealous of all the attention my pussy just got.

You don't even kiss my mouth when you slide a finger in because you wanna watch it drop open bit by bit and see my pupils dilate and catch the slow rise of my chest as my breathing gets shallower while I relax into it and when you gather the saliva in your mouth and drip it with precision right onto the space where your finger slips in and out so you can use it to lubricate the way for another finger to join I absolutely cannot stop myself from grabbing the backs of my thighs so I can spread myself wider for you.

It's only when I actually beg, with my words, that you withdraw your fingers and find the real lube and kneel onto the bed between my legs so you can feed first the tip, then the head, and finally your whole fucking cock right into my ass.

You start slow and easy, in and out, working me open, making sure to add a little more lube as you go. And you don't even care that I can't hold myself up to watch, that I'm completely reclined while you loosen me up because you know once you get going for good I'll be holding onto your shoulders for dear life and seeking out your mouth to kiss and capture your lips between mine because it's the only thing I can do to keep from screaming, crying out your name and begging for you to make me come."

"Hmmm... kinda like this?" Sy asks, as he wraps a hand around the back of your neck to help hold your head up so he can lick into the space and swallow your pants, your huffs, your squeals of delight.

"Exactly like that, fuck Sy, so good," you somehow have the energy to gasp out.

His movements are precise up until the point they no longer are and you can feel he's close, feel he's ready to let go and you beg, beg for his touch. He obliges, easing your head back to the mattress so he can unwrap his hand and shift those fingers to your clit. How he has the coordination to flick and rub and tap that exact spot while he's still pumping away and about to release you'll never know, but you're also never gonna complain about the way it feels like the stars are exploding behind your eyes and in your cunt while he shoots his load deep in your ass. Every inch of you is left clenching for him as he eases out.

"Fuck, Sugar. You can tell me about that fantasy again anytime you want me to fuck your ass," he drawls while he runs a warm, wet cloth between your cheeks, his lips smoothing along your collarbone and still heaving chest.

"But I gotta tell ya," he smirks as he tosses the towel to the laundry basket in the corner of the room, "you really don't wanna be kneeling in that sand naked. Trust me when I say it gets everywhere you don't want it to be."

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