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imdamagecontrol · 7 months
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september 15 - pleasure. 2,509 words. @jegulus-microfic. nsfw.
parts: one-four (on ao3). five. unspecified age gap. professor/student. daddy james.
James looks up at the sound of socked feet padding softly down the hall.
Regulus appears in the doorway, rubbing at his eyes with the heel of his hand. He’s dressed in nothing but James’ old university hoodie; the hem reaches clear to the middle of his thighs. It’s big on James, but it swallows Regulus’ lithe frame.
“You let me fall asleep on the couch,” he mumbles, yawning. “Then you left me there.”
“I’m sorry, baby. But grades are due by midnight, and I don’t want to get a call from my boss at two in the morning. I need to finish these.”
Regulus doesn’t reply. Instead, he trudges across James’ office, sleep still clinging to him in the wildness of his curls and soft set of his mouth. “Daddy,” he says, petulant, “your lack of poor planning isn’t my fault.”
An incredulous laugh bubbles past James’ lips. “Poor planning?”
“Mm.”
“Do I need to remind you that you begged me to fuck you this morning, then this afternoon, then before we watched our show, then—”
Regulus screws up his face in a scowl. “I didn’t beg.”
“Please, daddy,” James mimics, voice dripping with Regulus’ characteristic sweetness. “Please, daddy, please fill me—” A hand slaps over his mouth, and James grins wicked underneath it. Murmurs, “Sorry, baby.”
“I don’t sound like that.”
A raised brow.
“Okay, yes. I do sound like that. But if you hate it so much, I won’t beg for your dick anymore. I’ll just—”
It’s fast—James has an arm around his waist, hauling Regulus into his lap in one smooth motion. Another hand in his hair to grip his curls tight. “Don’t even joke, love. You know how I get.”
Regulus’ most wicked grin. “I like how you get.”
“I don’t have time, baby,” James groans, head dropping back against his chair. “I’ve got at least six papers left and I want to have them done before ten.”
“Well, if you can’t do anything fun, can I?”
“That depends.”
Regulus wraps his arms around James’ neck and leans into him, their noses brushing. “Depends on what?”
“On what you’ve got planned, you little devil.” James’s cock twitches under the warmth and weight of Regulus’ body in his lap. He knows Regulus is naked underneath the hoodie; he’s been naked all day, because it’s Saturday, my homework and readings are done, and I expect you to fuck me whenever I want today.
Sometimes, James isn’t sure which one of them really has the upper hand.
Most of the time, he knows it isn’t him.
Regulus reaches down to press the heel of his hand to James’ slowly filling cock through gray joggers. “Well, I was thinking—” He shifts in James’ lap, tugs a hand around and underneath the hem of the hoodie, “—about how you’ve been filling me up all day—” James hisses at the feel of a smooth glass plug against his finger, “—and I think one more time will do the trick.”
James groans in earnest now. “Baby, I—I have to finish this.”
“You don’t have to fuck me yet. You can do it after.” His finger trails down James’ bare chest, circles a nipple just to then flick it gently. He grins crookedly when James hisses. “But I prefer you to the plug.”
“God, sometimes I wish you’d just kill me. It’d be so much quicker.” James gets his hands under Regulus’ thighs and lifts him, sets him on the edge of the desk and grimaces when he nearly sits right on one of his student’s papers. “Do not ruin the papers again, love. Please.”
“Wouldn’t dream of it.”
James shimmies his joggers down, hooks fingers in his briefs and pulls those, too. His cock springs free, and he fists it, leaning back in his chair to look up at Regulus.
“You’re fucking stunning,” he breathes, tightening his hand, thumb brushing over the head. He’s already wet, but he’s not surprised. Regulus does this to him—enters a room and makes him want, desperate for the pleasure only Regulus can give him.
Regulus’ grin is razor ship. “I am, aren’t I?”
“Conceited little thing.”
“You would be too if you pulled the hottest professor at your university.” Regulus runs his foot along the inside of James’ thigh, the socks soft against his steadily heating skin. “And not only did I pull you, but I don’t even have to lift a finger anymore. All I have to say is daddy, please—” There it is, that syrup sweet drip that gets James every fucking time, “—and you bend yourself over backwards for me.”
James grits his teeth, his hand working in a steady rhythm while Regulus’ voice pulls him too close to the edge. “Baby, come here,” he manages, patting his thigh. “Wait, turn around first.”
To his surprise, Regulus listens. He slides off the desk, careful not to disrupt the pile of papers, and leans over, the hem of James’ hoodie riding up the back of his thighs. James runs a hand along the side of one, the shape and feel of it so familiar now it astounds him. He couldn’t imagine his life without Regulus now. What would he do if he couldn’t do this? If he couldn’t circle Regulus’ rim, relaxed and puffy from a day’s worth of taking James again and again, whether it was fingers or the fullness of him?
“James,” Regulus breathes, his cheek pressed to one of the few clear spots on the desk. “Fill me up and I’ll be so good. I promise. I’ll let you finish and I won’t do anything. I’ll sit so still.”
“You promise?”
“Swear it.”
James kneads Regulus’ ass, then smacks it gently. “You need to bargain. I know better than to not have something on the table.”
Regulus whines when James tugs on the plug, working it halfway out only to push it back in. “Fine. You can fail me.”
“That’s not very fair. You worked hard for that A.”
“I know,” Regulus huffs. “But I don’t know what else to put on the table.”
“How about…you have to help me clean the house this weekend?”
“Oh, I hate cleaning.”
“I know you do, baby. But we’ll do it together and I bet you’ll love it.”
Regulus buries his face in the crook of his elbow. James is still pulling and pushing at the plug, using it to loosen him a little more. To get him ready to just take. “Fine,” he grits out. “Fine, I’ll clean the house.”
“Not alone. I’ll help. I promise.” James pulls the plug the rest of the way, and he nearly melts in his chair at the sight of Regulus’ hole fluttering around nothing. “God, love. I’m a lucky fucking man.” He can’t help it—he pushes two fingers in, then a third. Regulus arches, pushes back against his hand. “Come here, baby. If I get too distracted by this, I’ll never finish those damn papers.”
Regulus lets James tug him back, but he pulls up his legs to sit on his knees, straddling James in reverse. His head drops back against James’ shoulder, and he mumbles, “Hurry. S’Too much. It’ll all come out.”
“I know, I know. Don’t want that.” James sinks his teeth into the taut muscle at the curve of Regulus’ neck and guides him down. He groans long and obscene when tight, wet heat envelops him. It never gets old, this feeling. He’s so addicted to it, craves it always. “God, you’re perfect,” he manages when Regulus’ ass meets his hips. “Just stay like this, baby. You’re so warm. Let me finish, yeah?”
“Okay,” Regulus croaks, whimpering when James adjusts him a little to make it easier to reach his desk.
It’s not easy to focus. Regulus, to his credit, stays quiet. He only whimpers when he shifts to stay comfortable, James’ cock moving inside him. He breathes through his nose, keeps his head back on James’ shoulder, and tucks his hands under his thighs to keep from reaching for his own length, hard and leaking all over James’ leg.
And James, to his credit, keeps it together long enough to grade the last few papers. He does it in record time. Motivation, it seems, is the key. When he’s done, he boots up his laptop and leans forward, hissing at the shift in angle when it forces Regulus to adjust, too.
The whine that rips from Regulus’ throat is such a broken, needy thing.
“Sorry, baby,” James whispers, kissing his temple. “Let me just put in the grades and I’m all yours.”
Again—record time. James’ fingers fly over the keys, punching in names and numerical values and double checking the grades are all accurate before he sends them to the registrar. He wants nothing more than to take Regulus by the hips and fuck into him until his office is full of the sounds of them. But the page is still loading, taking so fucking long, and Regulus is starting to squirm.
“One minute, love. Just one.”
“James,” he breathes, and James’ heart tugs. He may love the sound of daddy on Regulus’ tongue, but there is truly nothing sweeter than his name said like this, needy and heady with want. “Daddy, hurry.”
“I know, I know. I’m dying here, too.”
Five seconds and the screen gives him a confirmation message—grades submitted.
He’s free.
James doesn’t waste a second. He wraps an arm around Regulus’ waist and stands, waits until Regulus has his legs under him and moves, hips snapping hard and fast, the pace relentless. He fucks Regulus right into the desk, vision whiting out each time Regulus moans, begs, says his name on a fracturing breath.
“God, you’re still so tight, even when you’ve been fucked nice and loose,” James growls, fingers digging into pale skin hard enough to leave marks. His other hand pulls Regulus’ head back, curving him into a beautiful arch. Art, he thinks. “You were so good, baby. You waited so well.”
“Harder.”
God.
James is going to lose his mind.
It doesn’t take either of them long. Regulus has been on edge for ages, and a few careful strokes of James’ cock, the punch just right, sends him over, his entire body trembling when he comes all over his own hand. The clench around James is enough to break him, and he thrusts once, collapses over Regulus’ back and spills deep inside him, shuddering.
They stay this way for a few minutes, splayed out over James’ desk.
James buries his face in Regulus’ curls. They smell of eucalyptus shampoo and—oh, they smell of James’ house. His clothes and his sofa and his sheets. The candle he likes to light when they watch TV. “God, I love you,” he mumbles, nipping at Regulus’ ear. “I love you so much it’s insane.”
“You’re balls deep in me,” Regulus points out, a smile in his voice.
“Doesn’t matter, baby. I love you when you brush your teeth and your hair’s still a mess. I love you when you burn my eggs and toast. I love you when you nearly crash my car. I love you when you make faces at me during class when no one else is looking. I love you when you write those little notes and stick them on my fridge.” James pauses. “Our fridge. You stick them on our fridge.”
Regulus shivers, and he’s tentative when he replies, “It’s ours?”
“If you want it to be.”
“Does that mean—?”
“That I want you to move in? Yes.”
“Oh. I was going to ask if that means I have to actually clean the house.”
James heaves a defeated sigh. “Fucking brat. Always a damn—” He pulls out and collapses in his desk chair, but holds Regulus still. “No, love. Don’t you dare fucking move.” He kneads at Regulus’ ass, waiting. Watching, until— “Looks like even you have a limit to what you can take.”
Regulus shoots a glare over his shoulder, but his cheeks are crimson. “What do you mean?”
James dips two fingers in Regulus’ hole, pulls them out and spreads them. Thin strips of white web between the digits, and James tugs his bottom lip between his teeth at the sight of Regulus’ fierce blush. “You’re about to drip all over my floor, love. I should make you clean it. Lick it all up.”
“You wouldn’t.”
“Move in with me.”
“I don’t want to clean ever.”
James buries two fingers in him again, swirling. “But it’ll be fun with me, love. I promise. So domestic.”
“No.”
“Grocery shopping?”
“We do that.”
“Will you help put the groceries away?”
“No.”
James sighs again, more defeated than before. Regulus keens from the ministrations of his fingers. “Alright. Fine. I won’t make you do any chores. How’s that?”
“Perfect.”
“So you’ll move in?”
“I kinda thought I already had. Half of my closet is here.”
James bites at the inside of his cheek. “I guess that’s true. I just want to make it official. Hear you say, ‘Yes, I’ll move in with you.’”
“Then yes, I’ll move in with you.” Regulus pushes back on James’ fingers, though it’s lazy. He’s not searching for anything, but letting James play with him. Happy to be the subject of all James’ attention. “And—And I’ll clean. Or I’ll help you clean.”
James pushes what’s dripped from Regulus’ ass back inside him, mind hazy and a little delirious. “I can’t believe we’re talking about this like my cum isn’t dripping out of you and all over the floor.”
“Yeah, well. You’re a little gross like that.”
“I am not.”
Regulus throws his head back and laughs, a beautiful, free sound. “You haven’t looked away from my ass for at least five minutes.”
“Because I love it. I love you.”
At this, Regulus straightens. He turns, ignoring James’ whine of protest, and takes James’ face between soft, slender hands. “And I love you, even when you’re a dirty old man.”
“I’m not old.”
“Your knees pop. All of the time.”
James glares up at him. “Shower. Now.”
“Can you carry me there, or would it break your back?”
James doesn’t just carry him—he hauls Regulus over his shoulder, arm wrapped around his knees and the other hand smacking his bare ass with each step. Regulus squirms, beats at his lower back, but James is stronger. He sticks a finger in Regulus’ hole and delights at the full body spasm, the hissed, “Stop that,” before he does it again, and again, until they’re in the bathroom and James can set him down.
“So you’ll move in?”
“God, I thought we already established this.”
“Just wanna hear it one more time. I’m old, Reg. I forget.”
Regulus rolls his eyes, but there’s a grin on his lips. “I’ll move in with you. And I’ll clean.”
“Sorry, love. One more time? My hearing isn’t so great, either.”
A smack to the back of his head, two laughs filling his bathroom, and James is so full of warmth he thinks he might burst from it.
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allysketches · 11 days
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this drawing started off as tv crowley and aziraphale dressed like their book cover counterparts, but then I got carried away and it turned out... not being exactly that anymore 🤷🏻‍♀️
so... late 80s/early 90s au? (aka. literally the book lol)
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Y/n, whispering: you know I love you, right?
Draco: why are we whispering?
Y/n: so Harry thinks we're conspiring against him
Draco: oooh
Harry: what are they talking about?
Snape, having heard everything: murder
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scottxlogan · 6 months
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@giftober 2023 | Day #14: "Reunion". Charles and Erik meet up again at the end of Dark Phoenix.
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kruzbr · 11 months
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Monster under the bed
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jupiterslifelessmoons · 9 months
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yearning4life · 3 months
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okay marauders hc that because sirius' middle name was “orion” and the boys didn't want to call him that every time they used a different silly middle name like imagine stuff like:
“sirius santa claus black why is there dirt in the carpet?”
or like
“sirius toaster black get back here and give me my shirt”
and slowly it'd get like a game and maybe the girls would get in on it too
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undercovercannibal · 1 month
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Erik, please. Be the better man. It's not that I don't trust you. Erik, there will be no turning back! No! Don't do this, Erik! ― X-Men: First Class (2011)
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stormygrievances · 2 months
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Sirius: *wears a shirt that says ‘dudes like dick’*
McGonagall: Sirius, you can’t wear that.
Sirius: Why not? You told us to follow our dreams.
James: He’s got you there Minnie.
McGonagall: Ten points from Gryffindor. Go change, Mr. Black.
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lilyofthevalleyys · 3 months
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Regulus as a professor would seem strict, and he is.
Enter his husband, James, who is quite literally the embodiment of the sun.
His students have never been so stunned in their life as they watched Regulus and James interact, seeing Regulus’ cold exterior melt, as he smiled and laughed.
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Qrow drinks, Blake runs away, and I make shitposts. We all have our own ways of coping ok??
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imdamagecontrol · 7 months
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september 4 - sign. 1,381 words. @jegulus-microfic. nsfw.
part one. unspecified age gap. professor/student. daddy james.
Regulus adjusts his bag on his shoulder as he walks through the university halls. 103…104…105…
“There you are,” he whispers, coming to a stop in front of 106. It’s an office decorated with Halloween pumpkin stickers; it matches the corridor’s equally festive other doors. Regulus’ lips quirk; he’s not surprised in the slightest.
There’s a placard above 106 that reads “Professor Potter,” and above that a handwritten sign: DND — IN A MEETING.
Regulus never has been very good at following rules.
He pushes the door open and steps inside. It’s a sunlit office, with great windows overlooking the common area below. Bookshelves line the wall, and there’s a plush red couch near the desk, two equally nice armchairs opposite from where Regulus’ professor sits.
Sits and gapes at him, clearly startled.
There are voices coming from his computer—a faculty meeting. Regulus says nothing. He locks the door and drops his messenger bag to the floor. Holds his professor’s gaze as he strips his jumper, then unbuttons his jeans.
“What are you doing?” James mouths, panicked. He fumbles to mute his computer. Then, out loud, “Baby, you can’t be here. I’m in a meeting.”
“How much longer is the meeting?”
“Ten minutes maybe, I don’t know. Did you not see the sign?”
Regulus shimmies out of his jeans. “I saw it.”
“Of course you did. Fuck.” James rubs a hand down his face, fingers catching on the stubble along his jaw. “Are you here for class or—?”
“Do all of your students strip in your office to talk about class material?”
James whimpers when Regulus lies on his stomach across the couch—he’s naked, sucking on his fingers, and already hard. James doesn’t stand a chance and Regulus knows it.
“No,” James says, a little breathless. “Just you.”
“That’s good. Wouldn’t wanna share my daddy with the rest of the class.” Regulus rests his chin on his forearm and reaches to run spit-slicked fingers over his hole. “It’s bad enough the girls never stop gossiping about how big your dick is. Should I tell them it’s huge?”
James’ eyes narrow. “You wouldn’t. You like knowing something no one else does.”
Regulus bites back a grin. “Finish your meeting, daddy. I’ll make sure I’m ready for you.”
“Jesus fucking Christ,” James mutters, but he unmutes his computer and rejoins the meeting with a stiff, “Sorry about that. My student didn’t see the sign on the door.”
Regulus watches James from beneath his lashes. He knows better than to make any noise, but it’s fucking difficult. He fingers himself slowly, though he wishes they were James’ rather than his. His are too slender, and even when he manages three, he knows it won’t be enough. Not for James.
“—we’ll meet again next week, same time? Great. It’s my lunch hour, so leave me be.” James laughs, but it’s practiced. “Sure, Remus. Whatever you say. See ya.”
Regulus crooks his fingers and moans, throat hoarse from disuse.
“Fuck, hold on, baby. Let me just—” James opens desk drawer after desk drawer until he finds the bottle of lube he stashed weeks ago when Regulus came to his office. “You’re so beautiful. God, love. You were made for the color red.”
Regulus’ heart races when James closes his blinds. Then he’s stripping, tossing the pieces of his suit over the back of his chair. Regulus’ mouth waters at the sight of his cock curving to his stomach, full and leaking.
James coats it thoroughly before settling over Regulus. The couch is big enough, though James plants one foot on the ground to make each movement precise.
“James, please—,” Regulus chokes when James’ cock brushes through the cleft of his ass. His fingers are still buried in his hole, awaiting instruction.
“Don’t use my first name at school, love. You know when you’re allowed to use it.” James’ fingers circle Regulus’ wrist to pull his hand away, and he inhales sharply when Regulus’ hole flutters around nothing. “Fuck, baby. You’re not ready.”
“It’s fine. I’m fine.” Regulus pushes his hips back, whining low in his throat. “I can take it. I can take you.”
James’ palm kneads his ass before smacking it gently. He does the same with the other side, then again, rougher the second round. “Tell me if it hurts too much. Okay?”
Regulus nods, eyes squeezed shut and breath caught in his chest. He gasps when James’ head pushes against his rim.
“Breathe, baby. Breathe.”
Regulus inhales deep, and it’s on the exhale that a broken moan punches from his throat. James’ cock stretches him, makes him feel impossibly full, and he can’t think. Not past this—the burn and slow inch-by-inch as James lets him adjust. Until his hips are flush with Regulus’ ass, and he’s buried himself inside.
“F-Fuck,” Regulus whispers, eyes squeezed so tight a tear leaks from the corner.
James leans forward to nip at his ear, then it’s his lips on Regulus’ cheek, his fingers turning Regulus’ face to kiss him. It’s awkward, the angle, but Regulus doesn’t care. He licks into James’ mouth, eager to taste all of him.
“You know,” James mutters, voice a little broken, “in my thirty-something years of life, I’ve never come this close to coming so soon.” He leans back with a disbelieving huff. “But you are so damned perfect, and this ass is so damned tight, that moving might cut this show short.”
Regulus buries his face in the crook of his elbow, unbelievably pleased. He doesn’t have the courage yet to tell James this is more to him than just hooking up. He thinks about James all of the time, and it fills him with a particular sort of pride to know he can undo James this way. That there is a certain amount of power in his hands, too.
So he pushes forward, then back, rolling his hips to find friction against the couch cushions. James hisses, fingers digging into his hips to stop him, but Regulus is insistent. He needs James to move—now.
“Do not fucking laugh at me if I come in two seconds,” James mumbles, but he snaps his hips forward with a drawn out grown—and then it’s punishing. The pace, the force, the way he pushes one hand into Regulus’ lower back to hold him down while his other fists in Regulus’ hair.
Quiet, breathy moans fill the room. Regulus wants to shout, to cry out, but there are offices all around and while he might be delirious with pleasure, he knows better than to get James fired.
“Do you have class after this?” James manages, each word punctuated by a perfect thrust.
“Y-Yes. Fuck, right there,” Regulus gasps, back arching to hold the angle. James’ head brushes the spot inside him with each thrust, and the whole room is spinning.
“Then I’m gonna fill you up. And you’re gonna sit in class full of my cum and know you’re mine.” James braces himself on the armrest of the couch and nips at Regulus’ ear. “I see the way other boys look at you. Too fucking pretty for your own good.”
Every word brings Regulus closer to the edge.
“God, I wish I could claim you in front of everyone. Make sure they know who you belong to. But this’ll have to do, won’t it, love?”
“Yes, daddy,” Regulus begs, and before he knows it, he’s falling apart. All his broken pieces pulled together only to shatter again. He cries out, can’t hold it in, as his vision goes white and he splits clean in half.
James grunts, stills, and Regulus feels his cock pulsing inside, warmth flooding him from head to toe when James kisses all over his back. Murmurs sweet nothings into his skin and makes him feel so fucking taken care of he aches.
Until there are lips on his ear and a smooth voice telling him, “When you come over for dinner tonight, you’d better still be full. Not a single drop spilt, or I’m failing you.”
Regulus shivers, but he laughs, mocking. “If you fail me, I won’t let you fuck me. And I know you’d rather die than give me up.”
James’ jaw clenches. “I hate it when you’re right.”
“I know, daddy. But I worked really hard for that A.”
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thischerik · 4 months
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I’d like to imagine he’s projecting the emoji
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worldofwolfstar · 4 months
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McGonagall: Is anyone going to tell me what's going on in here?!
James: It's kind of complicated, but Sirius-
McGonagall: Got it. Forget I asked.
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scottxlogan · 5 months
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@giftober 2023 | Day #27: "Old". X-Men 2000: Original cast of Fox X-Men movies
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kruzbr · 1 year
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Late
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