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izukuwus · 11 months

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Legs Spreadable Arrangements (NSFW)

M.list (Edible Arrangements) - M.list (General) - Read on Ao3

A/N: hey do those of you reading EA right now want a spinoff that's Not Doing That right now? here, on me. I don't remember writing this but I'm glad for the chance to use my EA after dark banner again! if you're not an EA reader, you don't need to be to read this! it works as a standalone just fine.

Summary: You dream sometimes, too.

Warnings/notes: this is just smut. I'm not gonna "under 18 dni" y'all but if you ARE under 18 I don't want to hear about it. LOTS of biting, bloodplay, afab reader, dubiously dubcon, a bit of aphrodisiacs coming into play. vampire!Izuku x reader. this is a spinoff of Edible Arrangements and takes place after EA 28, but reading EA is not necessary to understand or enjoy this spinoff. this is also a companion piece to Almost Wet. As with Almost Wet, you do not need to read this to understand and appreciate the greater EA fic!

Word count: ~2200 words

“Um, [n-name]?”

You pick up your nose from your book. You’d been glancing over its pages, over and over again, processing not a single word of it. You’re not sure when Izuku entered the library, but he’s here now, looking at you with lip caught between his teeth. Immediately, you notice the thirsty look in his eyes. “Need something, Izu?”

“Well… um…”

You smile, set aside your book. He comes to sit on the opposite side of the library’s new couch—a recent addition, though you can’t remember when Izuku bought it to begin with. It’s nice, though, the texture lovely against your skin as you find your one spare moment this November to just read something. “Come on, spit it out.”

“I’m… I need another drink,” he blurts.

You blink slowly, tilting your head. “Another? I just fed you last night.”

“Yes, but... I’m just… please, [name]. I’m so thirsty.” He’s leaning closer, and you’re adjusting to it, turning to face him. He’s not even lying, not even the faintest hint of a glow to him as he pleads for even one more drop of your blood.

“If you’re really that thirsty, then…” You let out a good-natured sigh, running a hand through your hair. “Have at me. Watch out, though.” You waggle an eyebrow at him. “You’re starting to act like you’re addicted or something.”

He leans over you, and then, again, he’s crawling over your body, muscular arms caging you in.

Today’s been quiet. You haven’t focused a moment, not since last night’s drink. The truth is…

“You’re the one addicted, aren’t you?” he mumbles against the flesh of your neck. He’s so, so close to danger, and that thrill courses through you all over again.

You shudder, let your head drop back to allow him greater access. The second his fangs touch flesh, you can’t fight the shaky breath that leaves your lips.

“You have got to stop teasing me like this,” he mumbles.

“What do you—ah—“ This time, like every time, feels downright sinful, fangs effortlessly piercing skin like they were crafted to do. Of course a tiny moan leaves you. Of course he hears it. Your stomach drops—you’re in deep shit this time. You expect him to jump off of you, to flurry apologies your way until you find a way to convince him that really, it’s fine, but he doesn’t.

He pulls back, slow, lathing his tongue over the new wounds even though he must have barely gotten a few drops from you. “See, that’s exactly what I mean. D-do you have any idea what you do to me?”

He’s back again in a moment, switching sides and moving you to do it without question. You let him, feeling the sweet pain of his teeth on your neck, the sweet rush of his venom flooding into you. It’s small, at first—just enough for the pain to slip away, but quickly, that fluttery, woozy feeling rushes to your head.

It’s so… nice.

“I’m not wrong, am I?” he says as he pulls off again. That, too, was barely a bite. “You love this.” A graze of his teeth, further up your neck. His hands move to reposition you firmly, but not painfully, gripping your shoulders. You shudder with each flash of his teeth on your skin. “You’d let me bite you whenever I wanted.” Again. “However I wanted.” Again. “Wherever I wanted.” Again. “Isn’t that right, [name]?”

You nod, words dying in your throat. “God, Izuku, you tell me to stop teasing and then you—“

He captures your lips, and there’s not another word to be had between you.

Izuku is a surprisingly good kisser, especially for someone who likely hasn’t kissed anyone since he was human. (Or maybe he has. That would be a long time to go without it.) Every sensation of it has your synapses firing, the world a cascade of nothing but experiences. Already you’re dizzy, already your head’s spinning. You kiss back with a fervor that has him moaning openly into your mouth.

This is what you’ve wanted. This is right.

Before long, hot, open-mouthed kisses trail off your lips and trace your jawline. Before longer, he’s on your neck again, sucking hickeys into bite marks and kissing each and every one.

“How are you ever going to be able to move on from me if you let me keep this up?” he mumbles into your throat. “After all I’ve done?”

You shudder, eyes half-lidded. “Whaddaya mean?”

“You’re going to be covered in scars,” he breathes. “I’m going to have you marked everywhere.”

You laugh, feeling delirious from the speed of it all. Perhaps also something else taking hold—each successive bite has left you ever loopier, ever more sensitive. “You bite too pretty to scar. You’re gonna have to be a bit rougher with me if you want the marks to last.”

Though his cheeks are red, it doesn’t impede him. “I-I could do that. I could bite you places future boyfriends will never be overlook. Harder, deeper, to make sure the bites never leave.”

You regard him with hot cheeks. “You could.”

“May I?”

“Please.”

The flurry of heat, teeth, and blood descends on you. You’re overtaken by Izuku’s mouth—buttons of your button-down top popping away, flesh decorated with new smears of blood, new open wounds dotting your neck, your collarbone, the swell of your breasts. And again, with each new bite, each lathe of his tongue over your wounds, your head grows hazier. Each bite is small, closed up quickly—you don’t think it’s blood loss carrying you away. (Not that you can think.)

“I’ve seen the way you look at my teeth, you know.”

“Zuku—“

“You like this, don’t you? Love it, even?”

“Zuku—“

He’s moved away from the exposed swell of your breast now, taken your left hand—your unburned hand—in his. Your wrist is wrapped completely by his large hands, and he meets your eyes with a viridescent smoke as he takes your wrist to his lips. “Even if I could change you. Even if I could control you. Even if I could make you do anything I asked?”

“You don’t need to enthrall me to do that.”

“But you’d like it if I did?”

You don’t even hesitate to nod. In that moment, all you can see is vivid green eyes and stark white fangs. In your mind, he moves, sinks his teeth into the flesh of your wrist, stares at you so sweetly as he takes over your head. In your mind, he wants you to give yourself completely to him. In your mind, you would have been compliant, but you lose that choice willingly. In your mind, neither of you looks away.

In this reality, however, he places a single, soft kiss there and firmly places your wrist on the sofa. He has other plans for you, apparently. He pulls you by your legs with ease, until his hips slot against yours and you’re flat on your back. You’re glad you chose some of your shorter sleep shorts today. Glad he has access.

His teeth brush against your inner thigh with barely an effort from him. You flinch in spite of yourself, and he reaches up to hold your leg firmly in place. "Careful," he mutters, more to your thighs than you, "it's dangerous here."

It is. It is dangerous, and danger is delicious, especially with your head swimming the way it is.

Izuku, you think as he moves in, because it's all you can think.

"Izuku," you gasp when he begins to suck on the soft flesh, because it's all you can say.

"Izu—" you barely manage when he pulls away to reveal the already-forming hickey he's left there, because it's all you can manage.

He's shifting position again, now, hungry eyes devouring your form as he pulls your clothes away. Your shirt had been hanging on by a thread before, but now, it's gone, your bra pulled out of the way before you can process or even blink, lips closing over your unloved nipple. This isn't happening. It can't be, and yet, all you can see is the fluffy mass of curls on his head as his tongue swirls around your bud. However, even when he's making you see stars—too much, it's all too much, why is this so much—he can't shut up.

"I'm glad to have you to test on," he says when he comes up for air.

"Nn?"

"I had a theory that vampire venom was a bit more than just a painkiller, you know? And I think we're proving it quite nicely. Can I test it out some more?"

You nod, shallow. All you can comprehend is that last word—more—and that's more than enough for you. Every touch he leaves on your skin, every kiss, every bite, every tease, leaves your skin singing out for more—heightened, sensitive, sweet.

Time has blurred. You process when he bites your unmarked thigh, holding you down with a firm grip (later you'll think it was for your safety, though the ease of it alone has you shuddering). You process the feeling of heat flooding through you, a new wave crashing down on you, and you process that when the heat clears, his eyes watch from beneath your legs with a sharp, calculating look. Only then do you feel his tongue. Only then do you realize you've been keening out his name this whole time, a mantra, a chant—Izuku Izuku Izuku—until it doesn't sound real anymore.

And damn, is he good with his tongue. Or maybe he's just good at reading you—the way your voice pitches when he moves just right, the way your hips threaten to buck if not for his hands holding you down. He's certainly good enough to know exactly the right moments to pull away from you to leave you whining.

"Be patient," he tuts, "I'm not done with you yet."

You tug at him, finally find the strength to move an arm and bury fingers in his hair. And then, he's back on you, a man starved, building, tongue lathing over your clit and dipping inside of you until that knot's back in your stomach, pulling tighter, tighter, taut—

"Izuku please," you nearly cry when he pulls off of you again.

He laughs, and it sounds sadistic to you as he presses soft kisses to your thighs again. "I can't help it. This isn't just about you, you know."

He sounds too sweet as he takes the time to once again leave small bites on your thighs. Like you needed even more of that damn aphrodisiac to—to—

There's his tongue again. This time, you're determined to hold him down until he makes you cum, tugging at his hair, but you find your hands weak with the pleasure. He pulls off of you and you find that you are crying, even as he pulls away entirely and mumbles soft apologies your way.

When he slides into you, you see stars. It's easy, you're slicker than you've ever been—you're well-prepared but he's big. You didn't even see him undress—a true tragedy, but one you can't find that you care about now that his cock's speared you. The edging had been necessary, even with all the help of vampire venom flooding through you and turning you stupid.

He's so, so gentle. He has to be, with the way he stretches you out. It takes ages for him to move, and when he does, you feel every inch—slow and deliberate and so, so good. Worth the hell of the wait, even as you find yourself now chanting more instead of his name. It feels like it takes years for him to pick up the pace, and then he's losing himself, pressing into you to the hilt again and again.

"More," you cry.

"I wanna make this last," he replies, but he only thrusts faster. His speed and force, more and more of both, until all that's left is to let your mouth hang open and feel it. It's so good, so good, so—

Your eyes open, your will to keep them closed nowhere to be found. Being awake is unpleasant—the heat between your legs damp and slick and your stomach fluttering with the effects of a dream you could have happily kept having.

And then you remember.

You fell asleep next to Izuku last night.

You shoot up, sitting bolt upright as you take in your surroundings with a sense of dread. You're expecting to see his face, red, eyes wide with disgust because you're stupid, so stupid, how could you—

But he's not here. In fact, you're not on the floor next to him and Sbeve anymore. You’re in your room, in your bed (not slept in for a good few nights before this), fully dressed and alone, the door shut. He must have woken up before you and carried you to bed.

You decide two things:

One, that there’s no reason not to finish the job. (Your hand slides down to the heat between your legs.)

Two, that after this, you’re going to forget any of this ever happened.

It’s all you can do.

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gglitch1dd · 2 years

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Day 1: In your Debt

Vampire Midoriya x AFAB Human Reader

You were almost eaten alive, seconds away from getting sucked dry, when all of a sudden, a green haired vampire comes in to save you. And you will no doubt needs his help again, but he’s hungry too. 8.9 k (NSFW Warning) Note: Mentions of Midoriya calling reader a “good girl”. Framing femmes as witches. Threats to put people to the stake (as in burning). Mentions of blood (obviously).Reader Identifies as a Femme/ femme leaning individual. Biting (obviously).

You ran through the forest as fast as you could. Your legs and muscles burned, your heart was pounding in your ears and you could barely get oxygen to your lungs. You knew she... it... was behind you. It hadn’t stopped chasing you before and you doubt it would now. Yet as your eyes frantically searched the area around you, you realized that all you could hope for was to run. Run until some miracle happened. But miracles didn’t happen to people like you. People who were just another face with another name.

You nearly stumbled, quickly pulling yourself together as you ran forward. You couldn’t let her catch you. You couldn’t die like this. Yet something inside you had already accepted your fate. You could hear her pounding against the floor of the woods behind you, you could hear every branch she broke and her sick laughter as she chased you. She wasn’t truly hunting you. No. She wasn’t. She was playing with you. Twisting and playing with the mind of her prey. Of her food.

You gasped as you tried to breathe. You had a stitch. A painful and agonizing stitch, and yet you knew you couldn’t stop.

But you knew you were going to die anyways.

You were tackled to the ground before you could even catch a breath. Whatever breath was left in your lungs was surely gone as you were pinned to the ground. You coughed out as you gasped for air. Your mouth open trying to get oxygen into your body as much as possible.

“Uh uh.” She grabbed a hold of your neck, forcing you to arch as much as possible, hurting your back. You cried out in pain as she kept you down in place. She bend down to look down at you with a smirk, her once sweet and caring brown eyes were now orange and glowing at you. She grinned, her white teeth, ready and waiting to sink into you, gleamed at you with help of the moonlight. “You really thought you could outrun me?” She asked you, tilting her head, allowing brown strands of hair to move to the sides. She tsked at you, almost in disappointment. “I expected better from you, Y/N.”

She finally let go of you, allowing your back to rest. She got up over you and walked around to stand in front of you. You placed your hand on the ground for a moment, before trying to push yourself up, looking up at her. “Uraraka... please...” You let out in a soft and broken voice. Your hands fisted the ground underneath you, soil and broken dead leaves going between your fingers and under your fingernails. “I’m your friend... I... I still-”

“Shh...” She crouched down in front of you, placing a finger to your mouth to shush you. She smiled down at you in pity as she then pet your head. “You poor thing. It’s okay. It won’t hurt for long. You’ll be in a better place once I’m done with you.” She assured you. Not giving you anymore time to plead for mercy, she forced you up to your feet. You hissed at her grip on you as she forced you into her arms. She wrapped one arm around you, while the other angled your head away. “Now hold still.” She mumbled as she eyed your neck with intent.

You squeezed your eyes shut in fear, just hoping and praying it would be over with fast. You could feel her hot breath near your neck. You squeezed your eyes tighter shut as you waited for the bite.

Suddenly you couldn’t feel anything but the wind. Were you already dead?

Jeez that was fast. A sort of sigh of relief left you at the thought though.

Then you heard a scream and your eyes shot open. Nope. Not dead.

Uraraka was now pinned against a tree, an arm against her neck as a man growled up at her. Even in the dark, his piercing glowing orange-yellow eyes told you that he was something of the supernatural like her. He growled up at her, his canines lengthening threateningly. “Ochaco.” He let out. “What is the meaning of this?” He spat in her face with an enraged expression.

Uraraka clawed at his arm leaving marks on his skin but he didn’t even flinch. She chuckled as she smirked over at him. “Deku, you know in these territories everyone is free game.” She commented looking up at him.

Midoriya kept her pushed against the tree with a glare. In the darkness his hair looked black, almost dipped in ink itself. He pushed his arm harder against her neck with a glare. “You know damn well we don’t eat the people in town for a reason.” He whispered to her lowly. “Unless you want me to tell the council about this.” He threatened her with a glare.

Uraraka went stiff at the threat. Her red eyes tightened in a glare as she looked up at him. If she could get any paler, she would. “You wouldn’t.”

A smirk pulled onto Midoriya’s face. His glowing orange eyes flashed red for a second as his face fell. His face darkened as he stared down at her unblinkingly. A chill of fear ran down Uraraka’s spine as she was unable to look away from his gaze. Small electric sparks of red and green went around his hair and face. The presence of his gift showing. A presence so suffocating to her that all she could do was stair up at him. “Try me.” He whispered, deathly serious.

It took a few seconds of silence before she raised her neck in submission, looking off to the side away from him. She scowled in anger that she had lost this rather short battle. Midoriya eased up on her, his eyes returning back to an orange as he stepped back, dropping her. Uraraka clutched her neck as she looked up at him. She leaned against the tree for temporary balance as she glared up at him. Her gaze moved down to you. You flinched in fear. Midoriya stood in front of you, shielding you from her sight.

Uraraka looked back up at him and smiled in amusement. She rubbed her neck and stood back up straight. “You’ve grown weaker...” She let out factually. Midoriya didn’t let that phase him as he stood his ground in front of you. “Don’t you miss it, Deku?” She asked. “The feeling of flesh between your fingernails and blood running down your chin.”

He looked down before looking back up at her. At times, he did. He hated the way his hunger only grew and how his canines ached with need. He glared at her. He had put that behind him for the time being. “I miss my humanity more.” He told her. He motioned to the side. “Now get out of my sight.” He told her harshly.

She put her hands up in surrender. “Fine. I’ll see you soon, Deku.” She teased. She glanced down at you as she walked to the side. “Bye, Y/N.” She said rather darkly. You knew this wouldn’t be the last time you saw her. With a flush of wind, she was gone.

You eased up knowing that she had disappeared. You didn’t think you could handle seeing her any longer. “I’m deeply sorry about that.” You tensed as you turned to the man in front of you. He turned around to head towards you. He seemed rather disappointed as he looked away from you. “I thought I would be able to stop her sooner, but I lost track of her.” Midoriya scratched the back of his head.

Standing in front of you was a tall man with a rather good build. He wasn’t too buff or muscular, but you could tell he was fit and well in shape. He had rather pale skin but dotting his skin were freckles of a mass magnitude. They were all over his body, even small almost invisible ones on his highly scarred hands. As he stepped into the light of the moon, you saw that his curly hair was not black, it was a deep and luscious green.

He stopped a few steps in front of you, bending down and offering you a hand. “Are you alright?” He asked softly.

Even though the manner in which he spoke was soft and gentle, you couldn’t look past his glowing eyes. You quickly tried to push yourself away from him, covering your face and neck away from him. “Please don’t hurt me.” You begged. “I promise, I’ll do whatever you want, just, please let me live. I... I have a family that needs me to look after them. My mother is ill and my little sister is too young to fend for herself. I can’t die, please.”

Midoriya’s face fell at your begging. His eyebrows furrowed at how fearful you were. You were practically shaking as you held your hands up trying to keep distance between you and him. He could tell by the way you were dressed that you were but a commoner, a simple villager from the town. Your hands showed how hard you worked, and they also showed just how unfair life had dealt you.

He let out a stuttered breath as he lowered himself down to the floor. He gave you a sad smile as he let his eyes dim in their glowing colour to their original green. A soft colour that was as deep and as rich as his hair. “Shh... I won’t hurt you. I promise.” He told you. “If I did, I wouldn’t have saved your life, let alone let you live for so long.” You shakily opened your eyes to look at him. His eyes were not orange anymore, but a green. A beautiful green. He smiled at you carefully. “There you are, beautiful.” He said in affection. You carefully looked down at his hand and then back at his face. You took his hand gently. Like that Midoriya carefully helped you up to your feet. “There you go.” He helped stabilise you as you were shaky, still extremely phased by your encounter with Uraraka.

You carefully took a step away from him, in caution as you held your hands closer to you. “What... what do you want with me?” You asked him.

Midoriya let out a breath before giving you a soft smile. “Just your secrecy and for you to come with me.” He told you simply.

You angled yourself away from him, after hearing his response. “Why, so that you can eat me, demon?” You asked him with a glare.

Midoriya chuckled as he placed a hand to his chest. It was a beautiful sound. One filled with amusement and wonder at your small mindedness. “Believe me, Y/N, I am not a demon.” He told you amused at your name calling.

You looked him up and down sceptically. “How do you know my name?”

“Ochaco called you that, did she not?” He asked you with his own raised eyebrow. “Forgive me for not calling you by your family name, I do not know it.”

“It… it’s fine.” You assured him. You looked him up and down. For a demon he was rather calm and not so vicious towards you. He was pretty sane and gentle in your opinion. Respectful- you might even say. You lowered your guard for a moment. “What should I call you, not demon?”

He offered you a small smile. “Midoriya Izuku. Some call me Deku.”

You nodded your head. He even had the name of a man. What an odd (not) demon. “Why should I go with you?” You asked once more.

He motioned to your arm. “You’ve scratched your arm and you’re bleeding.” He notified you. It was only then that you were aware that you had hurt yourself. It was probably while you were running from Uraraka. It was nothing big and could easily be stopped, but the fact that he pointed it out didn’t ease your nerves. “You currently smell like someone’s next meal, so unless you want to take your chances with being’s worse than me, I advise you stay with me till morning.” He told you, folding his arms over his chest, gripping his biceps. He tried to make sure that his eyes wouldn’t glow so that he wouldn’t scare you. It was hard to do so when you smelt so sweet and looked so delectable too.

You glanced at the forest around you. Darkness surrounded the both of you even with the moonlight shining down. It was eerily quiet around with barely any sign of life other than the two of you. Your heart rate increased as you grew nervous. “But I can’t.” You whisper.

His eyebrows furrowed as he looked at you confused. “Why?”

Your jaw tensed as you fought off a scowl. You glared at the ground as you tried to swallow the disgust at the statement you were about to say. “Do you know what they do to femmes that survive the woods at night?” You looked to him with pain in your eyes.

Midoriya’s face fell as he realised what you were talking about. He could almost see the traumatic light of the fire in your eyes. “They… they would burn you at the stake.” He whispered.

You scoffed as you looked away from him. “They would call us witches. Any femme with a sense of intelligence of any kind would automatically be labelled as demons. Witches.” You spat out in anger.

Midoriya was wordless for a moment. He knew about how radical the townspeople were and how superstitious they were, but he never truly took in mind how such a little action like surviving the night would make one worthy of being called a witch. Midoriya also knew it was too dangerous to take that chance of them possible not noticing. He looked down trying to think of the best solution to this problem. “I… I could try and get you back home, but I can’t guarantee your safety.” He told you honestly. “It’s safer travelling in the day, but I understand your reasoning.” He motioned for you to follow him. “Stay by me and stay close.” He instructed you. “If you stay by me, you won’t get targeted.”

He started walking in the direction of the village and you quickly moved to catch up with him. You stuck close to him but not too close. You didn’t want to tempt him, then again, he was more powerful than you in every way. You couldn’t stop him from doing anything he wanted to do to you even if you tried. Even with all these blatant facts about just how much of a monster he was compared to you, from his strength and instincts to the powers he had, he still seemingly wanted you to be alive.

Actually, as you walked next to him, you noticed just how much he looked more like a man than a monster. You watched him in the silence of the woods around you as the two of you walked back towards the village. He looked and dressed like a man. Nothing abnormal about him other than the few glimpses of sharper fangs than you had ever seen on a person, in his mouth. He even dressed like a man. From his simple cream coloured tunic and dark almost black pants with leather boots on his feet. He wasn’t even bad looking. He was attractive actually. From his green eyes to his freckles that littered his body. His curly messy green hair was something you thought suited him extremely well.

Midoriya glanced over at you. He lifted an eyebrow up with a small smirk of amusement. You quickly looked away from him, not wanting to have been caught staring at his unnatural beauty. He chuckled softly at your quick glance away from him. For the rest of the journey, you walked side by side, quietly.

Once, Midoriya noticed the outskirts of the town he perked up. The clearing that the town was in had a holy barrier around it. It was rather ineffective to beings as strong as him and his kind, but it gave the village comfort of sorts. Guiding you forward, he easily crossed the barrier without trouble. He noticed that you had your eyes fixated on a specific house close by, not too far from the outskirts of town. You seemed to slightly pick up the face, recognising safety close by.

Making it to the patio of your house, you walked up to the wooden platform with a sigh. You put a hand over your chest in relief at being home. You turned your head back to the stranger. He smiled with a nod of his head. He turned around to leave, not wanting to make you uncomfortable or angry.

“T-thank you.” You said lowly, being careful of not wanting anyone to hear you. He stopped. He turned his head to find you bowing your head towards him. You were in a deep bow in gratitude. You knew he didn’t have to accompany you or save you, but he did. “I owe you, my life.” You expressed to him.

Midoriya smiled. “Don’t mention it. If you live as long as me, you learn to value the little things.” He told you with a small smile. He turned around and walked back the way you came, disappearing into the darkness.

You quickly went back inside. In bed was your mother, still asleep as she rested. Her body frail and sickly but she was still breathing, which consoled you. Your little sister was also asleep, curled up in the small futon you both shared. You didn’t think you could sleep so you grabbed a bandage and wrapped your arm around to stop the bleeding. It had been a strange night for you, but one you don’t think you would ever forget.

You tried your best to live life as normally as possible. You truly did try to do so. You took care of your mother whenever she was awake, you took care of your sister, you worked in your little garden, teaching your sister how best to go about working the plants and the soil. You also tried your best to stay away from Uraraka as much as possible. She cared the living day lights out of you. Just seeing her smile so innocently at you made you feel as though you would lose your little breakfast.

However, normality didn’t remain for long as your mother got worse. Much worse. So you did what any person would do in the village and you consoled the doctor and the priests. You kept your sister at your side, holding her as they assessed your mother once more. Your little sister in her pretty pigtails, looked up at you scared, but you kept your eyes forward.

The doctor sighed shaking his head as he stood up from the stool he sat on. “The medicines are not working.” He told you with a frown on his face as he stood in front of you, one of the priests from the temple standing beside him. “I am so sorry, but your mother does not have very long.”

You felt your sister start to tremble with tears, forcing her head down to try and hide the look on her face. You held her tightly as you kept your face and your expression steely. You nodded, wordlessly.

The priest, Father Ronan sighed as he shook his head. “It is but a pity but the gods take away as they do provide.” He stated. The three of you nodded along to his words, not out of understanding or belief but out of trained caution. “She had only been sick for the past several years.” You nodded with a hum of a agreement. Around the same number of years since your sister was born. That also seemed to click in Father Ronan’s mind. He turned his head to look down at the little girl inquisitively. His grey eyebrows furrowed. “How old is your sister?” He asked you.

Your eyes flickered up to Father Ronan. You unconsciously tightened your grip on her as you looked up at him. “Six.” You told him.

“Hmm.” Was all he said as he assessed her quietly. Your sister looked up at him and then back at you in wary. “It is rather odd that your mother should gain sickness when the child was born.” He voiced out.

Your eyebrows furrowed as you pulled your sister closer towards you possessively. “It happens to few woman.”

Nothing more was said about the matter as they left and you stayed home with your sister. The next couple of days were spent with the both of you just at your mother’s side, trying to make her as comfortable as possible. Or it would have been if your front door wasn’t thrown off its hinges.

You gasped as you instinctively tried to grab at your sister, but it was too late. They had a hold of her before you got the chance. “Please! Wait!” You shouted already knowing who it was. You scrambled to follow them outside where a mob was already gathering. They stood with their torches and pitchforks in the setting sun glaring up as Father Ronan and his other priests held your sister. The poor little girl in her small blue dress didn’t know what was going on. She looked around at the people around her confused.

Father Ronan held up the circle of the Five. A symbol of the gods. He scowled as he pointed his other hand down to your sister. “She’s a demon! A spawn sent to kill her own mother!”

Your eyes widened at their accusations. Villagers you had known your whole life shouted in agreement, cheering. The mob, with their pitchforks, torches and wolfsbane shouted out answers.

“Burn her!”

“Crucify her!”

“Sacrifice her!”

You stared at them in horror. “No!” You shouted. You quickly ran up and tried to grab your sister away from them, but they were much stronger than you. “Please!” You cried out as you wrapped your arms around her. “She isn’t a demon! She’s just a little girl!” You tried to reason with them.

Father Ronan, a man you had looked up to since you were just your sisters age, a man who taught you in church and almost guided you as a father figure your entire life, glared down at you as if you were making excuses. “I know child, it is hard to comprehend, but these demons come in all shapes and sizes. Now let go of her, so that we might have a chance of freeing her soul in the fires of sanctification.” Your eyes widened at his words. They tried pulling your sister away from your eyes.

She was crying. Tears running down her eyes as she tried to move to you. “Y/N!” She screamed. “I don’t want to go!”

You held her body with your arms, trying your best to keep her with you. “Hold on, my darling!” You told her as you held her as tight as you could. You tried to think of some way of freeing her. Then you noticed, how back you were. You held her, your body crouched to the floor while they were much forward, holding her by her arms. It was like a slingshot. That was exactly what you were going to use. You pushed yourself forward, catching the priests off guard and launching the both of you to the ground in front of your house and a bit away from the crowd. You didn’t waste a second as you grabbed your sister and dashed for the forest even in its darkening state.

You ran bare foot into the darkness, trying your best to stay upright and dodge the trees as you heard them following you even with the woods now getting darker and darker the more you ran. You could hardly breathe, not thinking about anything else but keeping a hold of your sister.

“Grab them!”

“Don’t let them escape!”

You sprinted, you really tried your best to run as fast as you could. That was until you didn’t see a rising root in the ground and fell into the grassy vegetation on the ground, still clutching your sister. You hissed in pain at how hard you had hit the ground. However, you were quickly brought out of it as the villagers grabbed at you and your sister.

She screamed. “Y/N!”

You tried to scream for her but the quickly held your arms behind you and forced you to watch as they tried to tie her up. Your heart was beating out of your chest. With their torches, they lit up the little area you were all in to ride the darkness, but you knew. You remembered that there were creatures that lived in these woods ready and waiting.

In a last ditch effort of survival you faced your head up to the heavens. You weren’t going to call for any god nor any diety. You were going to call to the one demon and being you knew lived for goodness. “MIDORIYA! MIDORIYA IZUKU, PLEASE!” You screamed, tears running down your face. You shouted so loudly, your voice hurt and your lungs were without air. You ignored the villagers shouts and picking at you as you looked up at the sky that got darker and darker. You dug your nails into your other arm trying to draw blood. “I GIVE MY LIFE UP TO YOU! I AM IN YOUR DEBT FOR THE REST OF MY MORTAL LIFE, JUST PLEASE! SAVE US!” You shouted loudly. “THIS IS MY LAST ASK TO YOU!”

Father Ronan finally made it to the centre of the circle, a disgusted look on his face. His hands joined behind his back as his wrinkled face was illuminated by the torches. “Even now, you call to your false god for help.” He let out with a shake of his head. “The both of you must be burnt.” He stated, the crowd cheering in agreement.

You closed your eyes in pain, your nails finally breaking skin and blood trickled down your arm. That’s when all the torches were blown out, descending everyone into darkness. You all gasped as everyone tried to look around all at one. You opened your eyes, your eyes adjusting quickly to the darkness. Standing close by was a dark figure with glowing orange eyes. You hoped and prayed that it was him. That your call wouldn’t be in vein.

“What is the meaning of this?” He asked lowly but loudly so that all could hear.

Father Ronan felt his hands shake. He knew the type of beasts that had orange yellow eyes that glowed in the darkness. Beasts that hadn’t eaten in a while which is why their eyes were not red. Beasts with fangs so long and ghastly, that they only found relief in the taste of human blood. “It’s...” He started to take hesitant steps back. “It’s a demon! Sent from hell to claim them! We... we must...” Anyone with eyes could see how terrified he was in the darkness with nothing but the light of the moon to illuminate him. “We must go back to the safety of the temple!” He shouted.

And with those orders, like a flock of sheep, they ran. Leaving you and dropping your sister. They ran away from the both of you, ditching you in the darkness and dangers of the woods. You flicked your eyes back up to the figure that walked closer to the both of you.

Midoriya pulled away his cloak and looked down at the both of you in sadness. “Hello, Y/N.” He greeted you. He crouched down to the ground, trying to help your sister out of her bindings. The little girl whimpered in fear as she tried to worm her way away from the man with the glowing eyes, in fear.

You shushed her softly as you rubbed at your wrists. “It’s okay.” You told her softly. “He won’t hurt us, my darling. He’s a nice man.”

Midoriya turned to you in surprise. That was the first time you called him a man and not a demon. Your sister’s gaze flickered from you to the green haired man, and she relaxed slightly. Midoriya was able to get to her slowly and undo her ties. Once she was free, she bolted into your arms for safety. You quickly wrapped your arms around her and sighed in relief. Holding her in safely made you feel much better.

Midoriya smiled, happy that he could help as best as he could. He stood back up, straightening his cloak and started walking back the way he came. However, the large man stopped once he realised something. He turned back around and noticed that you were following him with your sister still in your arms. He raised an eyebrow wondering what was the meaning of you following him. “Where are you going?” He asked you.

“Where you go, I’ll go.” You answered him. “You saved my life twice. I owe you mine, twice fold.” You told him honestly and seriously.

Midoriya smiled gently as he turned properly to face you. He shook his head, his curls moving with him. “No, please. It is alright. You can go wherever you want to go.” He told you, trying to get you to leave him be.

You just took a step closer to him, with a dead serious expression on your face. You shook your head. “I want to go where you go and serve you. Gods know you look like you need it.” You told him.

You weren’t wrong. He was much thinner than when you had last saw him. His eyes seemed to becoming more and more yellow than orange. He seemed not only thinner but paler too. He sighed as he looked away from you, knowing that you probably wouldn’t leave him be. He closed his eyes for a moment. When he opened them again, you could see his beautiful gemstone eyes that were less vivid and paler now than they were before. “Fine. If that is what you wish.” He stated as he turned around and kept walking.

You followed him, with your sister who had fallen asleep in exhaustion in your arms. You did not question where you were going nor what plans he had. You followed him blindly and honestly through the darkness of the forest. Midoriya stayed on the softer paths of the forest, knowing that you were barefooted right now, and the last thing he wanted was for you to hurt yourself while following him to the ends of the worlds if he wished. Midoriya led the both of you through the forest for what felt like hours, but you could barely notice with how your mind automatically dissociated itself to cope with the events of the day.

You were brought out of the blissful silence of your head once you noticed that you had reached a sort of community in the woods. Filled with giant houses of the likes you had never seen before. Giant manors that branched off the main road that had their own privacy through the trees. Midoriya kept walking straight. This was a place he spent most of his time and a place that he knew like the back of his hand. He was not in such awe of the houses, but you damn were. However, you never stopped to gawk nor stare as you kept up with Midoriya.

Midoriya led you off the main road down another road that isolated itself. After a few minutes of walking, you were met with another manor. Dark in style but with light coming from within it. You stared up at it dauntingly as you approached the main double doors to the manor.

Right as Midoriya approached the front door, the doors opened to reveal a grey-haired man with grey eyes dressed in a suit. He had a serious expression on his face as he looked to Midoriya. “Master Midoriya.” He greeted. He then turned his gaze down to you. You felt uneasy and stepped behind Midoriya. “Who is this?” He asked.

Midoriya looked down behind him to you. “Harding, this is Y/N. Them and their sister will be staying with us for...” Midoriya opened his mouth to try find the right words. You just stared back at him blankly. He smiled and turned back to Harding. “an indefinite amount of time.” He finished.

Harding stared down at you without a particular emotion on his face. He then dawned a smile as he nodded his head to you. “Welcome Mx Y/N.” He greeted, opening the door fully to allow you through.

Midoriya stepped in and you quickly followed him. You stared with wide eyes as you looked around at the grand house you were now going to reside in. It was huge in your eyes. With what seemed like tens of candles lighting the main entrance way and lining the walls of the house up to what seemed like a second floor as well as all the other halls and rooms that were on the ground floor you were on. You stood on a clean dark green rug in the entranceway. The whole house seemed decorated with the velvet green and the dark rich wood that made up the house.

You felt out of place with your dirty feet on his rug as you tried your best not to make a mess of what seemed pristine and perfect. Midoriya turned to Harding. “They’ll be staying in the East wing with me. I’ll take them to their room. Also, please do order in clothes for them, Harding. You know fashion better than I do.” He nodded his head to the grey-haired older man.

Harding bowed at the waist. “As you wish, Master Midoriya.”

You watched as Harding disappeared down a hallway. You tried to see where he was going. “Y/N.” You turned your attention to Midoriya who had started ascending the staircase. He smiled down at you, motioning for you to follow him. “Come.” He beckoned you softly. You nodded your head as you moved to follow him. The grand staircase in the middle split to the left and to the right. Midoriya took you to the right, the east side of the house. You stayed near him as you passed paintings, doors and windows. “Do you wish to room with your sister?” He asked you.

Your eyebrows raised in surprise that he was giving you a choice. You nodded out of familiarity and instinct of staying close to her. “Yes, that would be more than fine for the both of us.” You answered him.

Midoriya nodded his head as he stopped at a door. He opened the door revealing a room that was probably twice the size of your cabin at home. Your eyes widened in surprise as you looked around the room. There was already a fire going in the fireplace and a huge double bed that was facing it. You walked in wordlessly at it all. The four-poster bed, the windows that looked to the outside, the cushioned seats and the panting of a vase of flowers above the mantle of the fireplace. You turned around to Midoriya in surprise.

He motioned around the whole room. “This is yours for as long as you stay here.” He told you. “Through that door is the bathroom, the taps are heated with enchantments, so you need not worry about warm water.” He informed you. You didn’t understand why he had taps on the inside of his house, but you nodded your head. “I room at the last one down the hall, if you need anything.” He told you with a soft smile on his freckled face. He bowed his head, leaving you be.

You looked around still not entirely believing that all that surrounded you was truly yours. You straightened up and quickly went to the door that he indicated to you before. You woke up your sister gently as you tried working the tap, which was much easier than you thought. You washed the sleepy girl with the soap provided, washing her squeaky clean till she was cleaner than she had been in weeks. Once you were satisfied, she was fine, you put her to bed while you went to go take a bath of your own. For a moment you stayed in the hot water, blood, dirt and grime sticking to your skin but slowly dissolving in the water around you. To think that you were finally out of that town but now were to live the rest of your life dedicated to a man who had saved you twice. Yet from the looks of things and the manor around you, you didn’t have to worry about much. If serving him was all you had to do in order to get fed, have a warm bath and have your sister safe, than you would do it without hesitation.

Washing your body and your hair, you scrubbed at your hair and your skin until they were tender and you felt soar from the rubbing against your body. Once you were sure you were clean, you got out of the bath and headed to put your clothes from earlier back on. You checked on your sister once more, making sure she was still asleep. The little girl was still dead asleep, enjoying the warmth and space of the bed. You smiled down at her tenderly.

You decided to go talk to the Master of the house. Heading out of your room, you went down the hall to the set of doors at the end of it. You were going to knock when you noticed the door was already open. Opened ajar. You walked in hesitantly, looking around. It was clearly the master bedroom, with its luscious four-poster bed with heavy curtains at every window, a marble fireplace and huge cushioned chairs.

Standing with his back towards you was Midoriya. He stood staring out the window at the night sky. His shirt and cloak were gone revealing a muscular back free of flaws. He turned is head to look back at you. “Y/N...” He said your name, turning around to face you properly. He opened his mouth to ask you a question when he noticed that you were currently standing in your old clothes. His eyebrows furrowed for a moment. He strode across the room as he went to grab a large shirt of his. Once he had found one in his drawer, he walked back up to you easily with long strides. “Here you go, this will feel much better to sleep in.” He offered to you.

You looked down at the shirt in his hands. You bowed your head in gratitude. “Thank you.” You took the shirt from him and kept it in your hands.

Midoriya smiled, dimples appearing on his freckled face. “Now... is everything alright? Is there anything not to your liking?”

Your eyebrows furrowed at his concern of your comfortability and all the questions. It didn’t make much sense to you, but you swallowed it down. It was strange but you wanted to cherish someone finally caring for you just for however long it will last. You nodded. “Everything is more than I could ever ask for. More than I could have ever thought of in my own dreams.” You told him honestly. “However, I wanted to ask you if... if you needed anything of me?” You asked him.

Midoriya blinked down at you, green eyes just staring at you for a moment. He then let out a soft chuckle. “I am fine, Y/N really. You must get some sleep; it has been quite the eventful day for you.” He reminded you.

You smiled. “I am aware; however, I do not think i could sleep even if I tried.” You told him honestly. It was very unlikely. With all the events that happened, falling asleep would be difficult and if not, impossible. You took a step towards him. “Are you alright?” You asked him with furrowed eyebrows. “Your thin and pale.” You told him, your hand unconsciously reached for his. His hand was cool and was not as warm as your own hands that was for sure.

Midoriya forced a smile to his face. “Ah... yes... it’s just effects of not eating in a while.” He revealed to you.

You quickly looked up at him worried. “What! Well that just won’t do. Show me to your kitchen.” You grabbed his hand and started dragging him back to the door. “You cannot just starve yourself.” You scold him.

Midoriya couldn’t help the smile that sprung up to his face in amusement at your behaviour. He however stopped walking making you stop since he was able to plant his ground very well. “Y/N, I appreciate the gesture, I really do, but normal food has little nutritional value to me and my body.” You tilted your head in confusion at his statement. Midoriya sighed trying to come up with an explanation for you to understand. “You call people like me, demons but we have a different name.” He turned his attention elsewhere as he walked towards the cushioned chair in the corner of the room. “Some call us members of the undead due to how one is reborn again as the creatures of the night that we are. However, we hate that term. I’ve seen the undead, and I promise you, we are better looking than them.” You couldn’t help giggle at that statement, making him smile. “However, a name we prefer is ‘vampire’.” He revealed to you, sitting down in the cushioned chair, one leg crossed over the other. “A being that is able to live for thousands of years. In order to look more human and retain the healthy red eyes of our kind, one has to drink human blood. If we don’t, we get weaker and our eyes fade more yellow than red.”

You nodded your head as you tried your best to digest the information he had given to you. It made sense why he was constantly aware of you whenever you were bleeding somehow and why he pointed it out earlier. Your eyebrows furrowed. “When last did you... drink?” You asked him.

Midoriya let out a breath as he thought about an honest answer to that question. “Months ago.” He waved his hand to the side. “I don’t like drinking from humans consistently. More often than not, it results in their death and that’s tedious.”

“Isn’t that dangerous for you?”

He chuckled as he looked up at the ceiling instead of looking at you. “You sound like Harding.” He let out amused. “I’m used to having not eaten in a while, but I should probably warn you that it means that you should keep your distance from me.” His eyes flickered to you and changed into their glowing golden colour. “A hungry vampire isn’t the best one to be stuck in a room with.” His tone dipping as his tone grew serious.

You opened your mouth to ask something, a suggestion, but you were afraid that you might be overstepping. You took a step forward to him which only made Midoriya's eyes hone on you further. “Why don’t you drink from me?” You asked him. Midoriya’s eyebrows furrowed in a frown, the first time you had ever seen it aimed towards you. “You did say I smelled like a buffet.” You offered with a smile trying to lighten the mood.

He was silent for but a moment, things tense. Midoriya shook his head. “I could not ask that of you.”

“You wouldn’t be asking if it belongs to you.” You took another step forward as you placed a hand to your chest. “Mr Midoriya, I owe you my life, twice. I owe you everything. The least I can do is offer myself to help you.” You gestured to him.

Midoriya sighed as he dragged a hand through his green curls. “I can’t promise that I have much self-control right now.” He warned you.

“That’s fine.”

“It’ll hurt.”

“Tis to be expected.”

“I...” He sat up. “Are you sure about this?” He asked you once more.

You smiled and nodded your head. “I am.” You affirmed.

Midoriya was silent again for a moment as he thought about it. He really didn’t want to kill you. He really didn’t want to. He wanted you alive. He didn’t want his hunger to be the cause that he takes too much from you, but then again, he was in no position to decline. Especially since you were right, you did smell like a buffet to him. You smelt so delicious; he was shocked he was able to be so close to you for as long as he was when you first came into his room.

Deciding to just accept before you probably forced your neck into his mouth, he nodded. He motioned for you to come closer, which you did. “I promise to be as gentle as possible.” He promised you as he placed his hands on your waist. Your eyes widened with a flush as your face grew warmer. He pulled you onto his lap, making you straddle him. Your heartbeat increased never having been this close to a man. Midoriya made sure you were comfortable on top of him, and then returned his gaze up to you. His eyes strayed down to your neck. You gulped and tilted your head to the side to allow him access to your neck. “It’ll hurt for a few seconds, but then I will turn it rather pleasurable for you.” He warned you.

You nodded your head in semi-understanding. Midoriya let out a held in breath. He brought your body closer to him as he moved his head to the crook of your neck. His eyes strayed on your neck, trying to figure out where would be best for him to bite you. He felt it rush through his veins. The adrenaline that always hit before biting his prey. He delicately placed a kiss to that part of your neck. He didn’t remove his lips as he sucked on that part of your neck. You sighed as you sunk lower against him at the feeling. Midoriya tried to ignore the warm feeling of your skin against him but it was becoming harder to do so as he felt your pulse raising underneath his hold on you. He let his teeth graze your skin, making a shiver run down your spine.

Like that, he sunk his teeth, primarily his fangs, into your neck. You let out a whimper as your hands gripped him with bruising strength. The breaching of your skin was painful and the slight burning sensation that came along with it made you scrunch up your face in pain. Tears sprung to your eyes as you dug your fingers into his shoulder. But not even two seconds later the pain let up and suddenly you were breathing heavier for a different reason.

Pleasure bloomed down from your neck down your chest to your abdomen. You felt your thighs tense as the feeling of pleasure attacked your sex without even being touched. You sighed with a soft moan from your lips, unable to control your own reactions. You bit your bottom lip as you tried your best to stay sane and not sound like a cat in heat, but it was getting increasingly hard to. With Midoriya’s fangs inside you, you felt as though you were lightheaded. Pulses of pleasure and heat making you sensitive and aching.

Midoriya couldn’t help the groan that escaped him as well at the taste of your blood trickling out of you into his mouth. You were so warm, and you tasted so good on his tongue, he couldn’t help but groan and suck for more. It was almost relieving just having a drop of you now on his tongue. He also couldn’t help but notice your heavy breathing and whimpers that escaped you. Your hips had started grinding down on his lap out of instinct, trying to relieve yourself of the annoying ache between your legs that didn’t seem to let up. Midoriya worried that the toxin he had given you might have been a bit much, but all things must be done through trial and error.

After another minute or two, Midoriya forced himself to detach his teeth from your neck. He quickly licked over the mark he left, trying to stop any more blood from leaving you. Finally, you gasped in slight relief as you buried your head in the crook of his neck. Your hips temporarily stopped grinding down on him as you tried to catch your breath but it didn’t seem to work.

“Are you alright?” Midoriya asked you. You shook your head, unable to stop thinking about how unbelievable needy you felt. Midoriya couldn’t help the amused chuckle on his face. You turned up to face him. His mouth stained slightly red as he looked down at you with more orange than yellow eyes. He raised a dark eyebrow as he looked down at you. “Need some help?” He asked you. You nodded your head pliant. You were willing to do anything he wanted for him to help you. You whined, which only made him shush you sweetly. He placed a kiss to the top of your head as he brought a hand into your shorts, passed your underwear.

You gasped as you instinctively thrust forward into his hand at the feeling of attention against your clit. Your breathing only increasing as he rubbed circles against you with his calloused fingers. The feeling of his rough hands on you only cause more sensitivity and pleasure. You moaned softly trying to muffle it with your hands as your thighs tensed at the attention to your sex. Your eyes rolled as you placed your head on his shoulder.

You whimpered as you kept a hold on him, enjoying the attention to your aching sex. He wanted to give you as much pleasure as possible. To make you feel taken care of. Dragging a finger down, he dipped it into your entrance making you gasp as your back arched. He shushed you sweetly, placing kisses to your neck. He curled his finger as he moved in and out of you. He slowly added more fingers inside you. On his fingers, you felt like pure velvet wrapped around his fingers. Warm wet tight walls that seemed to hold him in a vice grip that didn’t seem to relent.

All the new stimulation that you have never felt before was overwhelming and you felt a tense build up of pressure in the pit of your stomach. You held onto Midoriya tighter. “Midoriya... Izuku... I... something... I feel...” You couldn’t communicate it to him but it was rising and rising fast with every circle of your clit and curl of his fingers.

“It’s alright, let go.” He told you sweetly, another kiss to your jaw. “Let go, you’ll feel better.” He promised you.

You nodded, listening to his instructions. So, you let it build. Build until your thighs were shaking and you had clamped down on him tighter than you had before. Until you were biting down on your hand to stop yourself from screaming and you were coming undone on his fingers. Midoriya felt your sex flutter and squeeze his fingers as you came down from your high. You arched into him, flipping your head back with a groan.

Midoriya couldn’t help but smile at the beautiful image of you in utter ecstasy that he caused. “Good girl.” He praised you, petting down your back. “Good job. You’re so perfect. So perfect for me.” He praised as you slowly came down, Midoriya steadily guiding you out of it. You finally collapsed onto his chest, in pure exhaustion from the blood loss and from the pleasure. Almost instantly, you had fallen asleep into a blissful state of nothingness.

Midoriya slowly withdrew his fingers from inside you, moving them up to see the slick that hung between his fingers. Without hesitation he licked his fingers of the slick that dripped down them. Living up to his thoughts of you, you did indeed taste delicious. He picked you up effortlessly with one hand, and moved to put you to bed with your sister, even though he wanted to keep you in his room from now on. But he would wait. Good things came to those who wait.

So, Midoriya slipped you into bed, having already changed you into his large shirt. He left you asleep, blissfully unaware and safe in your mind. Exiting your room with a sigh, he closed the door behind him.

“You’ve had a nice night.” Harding commented as he walked past Midoriya.

Midoriya’s face dropped as he glared at him. “Shut up, Harding.”

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