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synopsis: turns out calling kung lao daddy is the fastest way to get fucked senseless.
genre: explicit smut (18+)
warnings: daddy kink, p in v, rough sex, dirty talk, creampie, intense orgasm
word count: 625
kung lao had you pinned beneath him, strong thighs bracketing your hips as he drove into you with deep, measured strokes. the room was filled with the wet sound of skin on skin and your breathy moans. he loved taking his time like this, watching your face twist in pleasure and feeling the way your pussy clenched around him every time he bottomed out.
but tonight you were feeling bold.
“fuck, daddy…” you whimpered when he hit that perfect spot inside you.
kung lao froze mid-thrust, buried to the hilt. his dark eyes snapped to yours, pupils blown wide with sudden, feral hunger.
“what the fuck did you just call me?” his voice was low, dangerous, and dripping with lust. his cock twitched hard inside you.
you bit your lip, suddenly shy under that intense stare, but the way your walls fluttered around him gave you away.
“…daddy,” you whispered again, softer this time.
a guttural groan ripped out of his chest. kung lao’s control snapped completely. he pulled back and slammed into you so hard the bed creaked, driving the air from your lungs.
“say it again,” he growled, one hand fisting the sheets beside your head while the other gripped your hip hard enough to bruise. “fucking say it.”
you cried out as he set a brutal pace, hips snapping forward with raw power. “daddy— fuck, lao— daddy!”
he fucking lost it.
the smug, cocky champion you knew was replaced with something primal. his thrusts grew faster, deeper, almost punishing in their intensity. sweat glistened on his chest and shoulders as he fucked you like he wanted to ruin you for anyone else.
“shit, baby,” he panted, voice wrecked. “you have no idea what that does to me. calling me daddy like a little slut… fuck.”
he leaned down, capturing your mouth in a messy, desperate kiss before pulling back just enough to watch your face. every time the word “daddy” left your lips he rewarded you with a particularly hard thrust, grinding against your clit until you were shaking.
you were so close already, legs trembling around his waist. and kung lao could feel it — the way you tightened around him, the way your moans pitched higher. his own orgasm was building fast, that deep, electric heat pooling at the base of his spine.
he started fucking you harder. not just faster, harder. deep, desperate strokes that made your whole body jolt. the final approach hit him like a freight train, that moment where it felt too good, where every nerve was on fire and he couldn’t hold back anymore.
“gonna cum,” he snarled, voice hoarse. “gonna fill you up, baby— fuck—”
you wrapped your legs tight around him, heels digging into his back, pulling him impossibly deeper. kung lao groaned loudly, the sound breaking into something almost feral as he pounded into you with those last, brutal, erratic thrusts.
“say it— one more time,” he demanded through gritted teeth.
“daddy— please, daddy—!”
that did it. with a deep, guttural moan he buried himself as deep as he could go and came hard, hips stuttering against yours as he spilled inside you in thick, pulsing ropes. he kept thrusting through it — short, desperate strokes like he couldn’t stop, milking every last drop while your own orgasm crashed over you, walls squeezing him rhythmically.
when both of you were spent, he finally collapsed on top of you, careful not to crush you completely. his face pressed into the crook of your neck, breathing ragged and hot against your skin.
“fuck… you’re gonna kill me one day,” he mumbled, voice muffled. then, softer, almost shy: “say it again later?”
you laughed breathlessly and ran your fingers through his messy hair.
synopsis: liu kang lets you use him as you please.
genre: explicit smut (18+)
warnings: sub!liu kang x dom!reader, dry humping, teasing/edging
word count: 810
you’d been teasing liu kang for the better part of an hour now.
he sat on the edge of the bed in nothing but his loose black pants, spine straight, hands resting on his thighs like the polite champion he was. his long hair spilled over one shoulder, those warm brown eyes wide and a little glassy as he watched you. always watching. always so sweetly stunned, like he still couldn’t quite believe this was allowed.
you climbed into his lap, knees sinking into the mattress on either side of his hips. the moment your weight settled over him, you felt the hard, heavy line of his cock already straining against the thin fabric. he inhaled sharply through his nose but didn’t move. didn’t grab your waist. didn’t thrust up. he just let you arrange yourself however you wanted.
that was one of your favorite things about him. once you took the lead, sweet liu kang became the most obedient furniture in the world.
“hi, baby,” you murmured, cupping his flushed face. your thumbs stroked his cheekbones.
“h-hello…” his voice was quiet, almost shy. his ears were bright red.
you smiled and rolled your hips once, slow and deliberate, dragging your clothed pussy right along the thick ridge of his erection. the friction made you sigh happily. liu kang’s breath hitched, lips parting, but he stayed perfectly still. just like you liked him.
you started grinding.
lazy, filthy little circles at first, pressing down so your clit rubbed against the head of his cock through both your panties and his pants. the heat of him was insane. he was so hard it had to be aching, yet he only let out these soft, stunned little sounds every time you rocked over a particularly sensitive spot.
his hands twitched on his thighs but didn’t rise.
“good boy,” you praised softly, leaning in to kiss the corner of his mouth. “you just sit there and look pretty while i use you.”
liu kang whimpered — actually whimpered — and nodded, eyes half-lidded and shining with that innocent, overwhelmed look that you adored. his pretty mouth stayed open, breathing ragged as you used his lap like your own personal sex toy.
you picked up the pace, grinding harder. the wet patch on your panties was obvious now, soaking through and slicking the front of his pants. every roll of your hips made your clit throb against his cockhead. you could feel how big he was, how he pulsed and twitched beneath you with every filthy drag.
“feels so good,” you moaned against his neck, nipping lightly. “your cock just is so perfect for this, baby…”
he made a broken little noise, head tipping back slightly. you could see the strain in his neck, the way his fingers dug into his own thighs to keep from touching you. he was trembling.
but he still didn’t move.
you rode him faster, hips rolling in that desperate rhythm, chasing the building heat between your legs. the drag of fabric, the pressure of his thick erection right where you needed it, it was driving you crazy. liu kang’s chest was heaving now, little gasps and quiet, desperate sounds spilling out of him as you used him.
you grabbed his shoulders for leverage and really started grinding, pussy sliding up and down the entire length of his clothed cock. it was obscene.
liu kang’s eyes fluttered. he looked drunk — pupils blown, lips shiny, cheeks flushed dark. that sweet, innocent face completely ruined just from being your furniture.
“you’re gonna make me cum like this,” you panted, pressing your forehead to his. “just sitting there so pretty and letting me hump your cock… such a good boy for me.”
a wrecked little sob left his throat.
you rode him harder, faster, grinding down with purpose now, chasing your orgasm like it owed you money. the tension coiled tighter and tighter in your belly, every drag against your clit pushing you closer. liu kang kept his hands exactly where you wanted them, perfectly still, letting you ruin yourself on him.
when you finally came, it hit you like a wave. your hips stuttered, thighs shaking as you ground down hard and moaned his name against his mouth. pleasure pulsed through you in hot, rolling waves, soaking his pants even more as you rode it out.
you kept grinding through the aftershocks, slow and lazy, until the sensitivity became too much. then you slumped against his chest, breathing hard, face tucked into his warm neck.
liu kang was still rock hard beneath you, breathing like he’d run ten miles. his hands finally, came up to gently rest on your back, stroking soothing circles like the sweet boy he was.
you kissed his throat softly.
“thank you, baby.”
his voice was hoarse and shy when he answered, barely a whisper:
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i cannot wait to go home and be in my own room and just lock myself in and read smut because it’s been days and i legit have so much pent up sexual frustration lmao
girl dad liu kang has been the only thing on my mind now since i've read your fic today oh my goodness. i definitely need more.
its the way that he'd canonically be such a girl dad that makes it so perfect too, like the cherry on top. i write & draw oc x canon and have yet to post it on here yet, but liu and my oc have a daughter together so girl dad liu kang is absolutely real i think everyone should just collectively agreee on that
the creature (me) is enjoying all this fluff, you're doing a phenomenal job writing for liu ♡
YESSSS THANK YOU LIKE HIS DAUGHTERS WOULD BE SUCH LITTLE LADIES IN MY EYES
synopsis: it’s your first time bringing the kids on an airplane. it should be chaos. unfortunately for your pride, liu kang is embarrassingly good at this dad thing.
genre: tooth rotting domestic fluff, girl dad liu kang <3
word count: 3k
a/n: chat i literally wrote this on the plane
the morning of the flight to your family home started before sunrise.
not because it had to, but because liu kang refused to rush his daughters.
you woke to find his side of the bed empty and the faint sound of giggling coming from down the hall. the clock read 5:47 a.m… your flight wasn’t until twelve. of course he was already awake.
you found him in the girls’ room sitting cross-legged on the floor while your almost-two-year-old climbed all over him like an exceptionally determined monkey.
“little dragon,” he laughed softly. “i cannot do your sister’s hair if you are standing on my back.”
the toddler considered this, then immediately tried to climb higher.
your oldest sat patiently on a cushion in front of him, clutching her stuffed rabbit while liu kang carefully divided her hair into neat sections. his movements were gentle but precise, like everything he did. the braid forming beneath his fingers looked better than anything you could have managed.
“you’re too good at that,” you said.
without looking up, he smiled. “i know.”
“it’s annoying.”
the three-and-a-half-year-old in his lap gasped. “mommy said annoying.”
liu kang looked horrified. you on the other hand burst out laughing. your daughter looked delighted with herself.
a few minutes later both girls were dressed and ready.
or at least as ready as toddlers could be.
the matching dresses had been ironed the night before, by liu kang himself of course. you had walked into the laundry room at nearly midnight to discover him carefully pressing tiny flower-patterned dresses while humming to himself.
when you’d asked why he wasn’t sleeping, he’d simply replied:
“they should look nice for their trip.”
as if that explained everything.
now the dresses sat perfectly wrinkle-free on two very proud little girls.
before they left their room, however, liu kang crouched in front of them.
“wait.” both girls froze. he lifted the hems of their dresses slightly. “good.”
you raised an eyebrow. “what?”
“shorts.”
the girls immediately lifted their skirts to show you.
“shorts.”
“shorts!”
liu kang looked entirely too pleased with himself. “no one needs to see their underwear while they’re climbing on airport chairs.”
your oldest nodded solemnly. the younger one had absolutely no idea what was happening but copied her sister’s serious expression.
then came breakfast.
then shoes.
then another round of bathroom trips.
then another.
then somehow another.
and while you managed the increasingly intimidating mountain of luggage in the living room, liu kang managed the children. which was, admittedly, far more difficult work.
by the time everything was ready, he had both girls lined up near the front door with their tiny backpacks on, hair perfect, shoes tied and faces freshly washed. you were wrestling a suitcase zipper when you heard him begin.
“before we leave, airport rules.”
both girls straightened immediately. you looked over your shoulder to see their little hands clasped behind their backs. liu kang looked less like a father and more like a very patient teacher.
“what is rule number one?”
your oldest answered instantly. “stay with mommy and daddy.”
“correct.”
he looked at his toddler.
“what is rule number one?”
she shouted. “DADDY.”
“close enough.”
you laughed. his shoulders shook with silent amusement.
“what is rule number two?”
the older girl thought carefully.
“no running.”
“very good.”
“no running,” the toddler echoed.
then immediately ran in a circle. liu kang caught her before she got two steps.
“you are demonstrating why we have this rule.”
the toddler kissed his cheek, clearly believing the matter settled.
it worked, too. every time.
“rule number three?”
your oldest smiled proudly.
“use our inside voices.”
“excellent.”
“rule four?”
“please and thank you.”
“exactly.” his expression softened. “you both represent our family wherever we go. we are kind to people. we listen. we use good manners.”
the girls nodded. even the toddler looked serious.
then liu kang held out his hands. “can you do that?”
“yes, daddy.”
“yes, dada.”
“good girls.”
you swore their little chests puffed up an inch. nothing in the world made them happier than earning that praise.
a few minutes later, as you stood sweating beside a ridiculous amount of luggage, liu kang emerged carrying exactly none of it. instead he had a daughter attached to each leg. both girls hugging him, refusing to let go and demanding kisses before departure.
you stared. “interesting.”
“what?”
“i’ve packed six bags.”
“mm.”
“i loaded the car.”
“mm.”
“i’ve done approximately ninety percent of the travel preparation.”
he nodded. “i appreciate you.”
“and yet somehow you’re still the favorite parent.”
your oldest immediately pointed at him. “daddy.”
your toddler copied her. “daddy.”
liu kang looked almost embarrassed.
almost.
then he kissed both girls’ foreheads and finally stood. the children immediately reached for his hands.
you watched him smile down at them, completely smitten. and before the trip had even begun, you already knew your daughters were going to spend the entire journey convinced they had the best father in the world.
and the worst part was, they were absolutely right.
the airport should have been chaos.
instead, somehow, liu kang made it look easy.
you stood beside him at the check-in queue, watching in mild disbelief as he carried every single bag your family owned. the large suitcase was slung over one shoulder. the carry-on rested in his other hand. a diaper bag hung across his chest. your tote bag was somehow hooked over his wrist. and dangling from two fingers were: a tiny sparkling pink unicorn backpack that your youngest daughter had screamed for in a toy shop three months ago, and a little strawberry one that your oldest had carried everywhere since she was barely old enough to walk.
“liu,” you laughed. “give me something.”
“i’m alright.”
“you are carrying our entire lives.”
he smiled. “i train every day.”
“that is not an answer.”
“it is my answer.”
you rolled your eyes affectionately. of course it was.
your oldest daughter looked up at him. “daddy.”
“yes, lotus blossom?”
“i wanna hold your hand.”
immediately, her tiny hand stretched upward. before liu kang could take it, her younger sister spotted the interaction and gasped.
“dada!” she abandoned her mission of trying to lick a boarding pass and launched herself toward his leg. “dada hand!”
the betrayal on your oldest’s face was immediate. “NO. my hand.”
“dada hand!”
liu kang closed his eyes for a second. you watched the exact moment he accepted his fate. without a word, he crouched down and carefully redistributed luggage. the sparkly unicorn backpack went onto the younger girl’s shoulders. the tiny strawberry backpack went onto the older one’s. both girls puffed up proudly as if they were carrying serious responsibilities rather than snacks and crayons.
“there,” liu kang said.
then he held out both hands.
instant peace.
the girls beamed. one grabbed each hand, and you nearly melted on the spot.
the sight of liu kang walking through the airport with a little girl attached to either side of him should have been illegal.
their matching dresses swayed as they walked. their tiny backpacks bounced against their backs. their dark hair had been brushed so perfectly it looked professionally styled. the girls looked impossibly sweet.
and everyone noticed.
people smiled when they passed. an elderly woman stopped to compliment them. a flight attendant crouched down to tell them how pretty they looked.
your daughters accepted every compliment with practiced manners.
“thank you,” your oldest said politely.
the younger one echoed, “tank oo.”
liu kang looked absurdly proud. the way he always looked whenever they behaved well.
by the time boarding started, the girls were getting restless. your youngest wanted to be carried, while your oldest wanted to know where airplanes slept.
and somehow liu kang handled both simultaneously.
he lifted the younger one onto his hip.
“airplanes don’t sleep?” your oldest asked.
“they rest.”
“like me?”
“exactly like you.”
she considered this, then nodded seriously. “okay.”
crisis solved.
when you finally reached your seats, liu kang immediately arranged everyone. you got the aisle, he took the middle, your oldest got the window, and your youngest settled directly onto his lap.
“daddy?” a soft little voice came from the window seat.
“yes?”
“i can see clouds.”
his expression softened. “i know.”
“look.”
“i am looking.”
“no, really look.”
you hid your smile as she proceeded to narrate every cloud formation she could see. liu kang listened to every single one as if she were delivering ancient wisdom.
the younger girl curled against his chest, tiny fingers tangled in the collar of his sweater. within twenty minutes she was asleep and drooling on him. but liu kang didn’t move, not even slightly.
you leaned over to whisper. “your shirt.”
“it’s alright.”
“she’s using you as a pillow.”
his gaze dropped to the sleeping toddler, and the corners of his mouth softened. “i know.”
your heart squeezed.
“you know,” you murmured.
“hm?”
“my family is going to lose their minds when they see you.”
a smile tugged at his lips. “why?”
you looked at the sleeping girls. at the tiny backpacks. at the perfectly braided hair. at the toddler drool soaking his shirt. at the man who had carried every bag in the airport without complaint.
the man who somehow made parenting look effortless. the man your daughters absolutely adored.
“you are embarrassingly good at this dad thing.”
liu kang’s ears turned pink immediately. the reaction was so adorable you almost laughed.
his gaze drifted back to the girls, his expression becoming soft in that way that only appeared for the three of you.
“they make it easy,” he said.
the flight itself went suspiciously well.
too well.
your oldest spent most of it staring out the window, while your youngest alternated between sleeping, snacking, and attempting to charm every flight attendant who walked past.
liu kang handled everything with his usual impossible competence, which was exactly why you should have known something was coming.
when the captain announced they were beginning their descent, your oldest immediately sat up straighter.
“daddy?”
“yes, lotus blossom?”
her tiny hand found his sleeve.
“why are we going down?”
“we are arriving.”
“oh.” she nodded, looked out the window, then immediately looked back. “daddy.”
“yes?”
“i don’t like it.”
liu kang’s expression softened. “it’s alright.”
then came the problem in his lap. the younger girl had been happily eating crackers seconds earlier, but now she was clinging to his shirt.
“dada.”
“i’m here.”
“dada.”
he kissed the top of her head. “i’m right here.”
then the plane dipped slightly. not even dramatically, just enough for everyone’s stomach to notice.
your oldest gasped. your toddler squeaked. and completely against your will, your hand immediately grabbed liu kang’s arm.
there was a brief silence, then he slowly turned his head toward you.
you released him instantly. “i wasn’t scared.”
“hm.”
“i wasn’t.”
“hm.” the smile threatening at the corners of his mouth was infuriating.
“i was checking something.”
“of course.”
you narrowed your eyes, but he looked entirely unconvinced.
another bump came, and this one was a little stronger.
your oldest immediately abandoned the window seat and practically climbed across her father.
“daddy.”
“i’m here.”
your toddler buried her face in his chest.
“dada.”
“i’m here, baby.”
but somehow in that moment, his gaze drifted toward you. you looked away, but he definitely saw it.
a moment later his free hand quietly found yours and rested there, warm and steady. like he wasn’t making a point at all, which somehow made it worse.
the plane descended lower and the engines changed pitch, as the city appeared beneath the clouds.
your oldest was now firmly attached to one side of liu kang while your toddler occupied his chest. and you were pretending very hard not to be the third person seeking reassurance.
he, meanwhile, looked completely unbothered. you were fairly certain he could remain calm during the apocalypse.
“daddy?” your oldest called quietly.
“yes?”
“…what if the plane falls?”
“it won’t.”
“but what if—”
he gently brushed a strand of hair behind her ear. “the pilots know what they are doing.”
that seemed acceptable.
for about thirty seconds, then another bump hit. your youngest whimpered while the older one grabbed his arm.
and before you could stop yourself, your fingers tightened around his hand.
his shoulders shook. you just knew he was trying not to laugh.
“liu kang.”
“hm?”
“if you laugh, i will leave you here.”
“we are currently in the sky.”
“i’ll find a way.”
that finally earned a quiet chuckle.
the girls immediately looked at him. noticing his calm. watching his face. and, as always, taking their cues from him.
because if daddy wasn’t worried, then maybe they didn’t need to be worried either.
“can i tell you a secret?” liu kang asked softly. both girls nodded. “when i was little, i used to get nervous too.”
their eyes widened.
“you did?”
“i did.”
“you?”
“me.”
the older girl looked shocked. the younger one looked personally offended.
“but you’re daddy.”
you nearly laughed. liu kang just nodded gravely. “i know.”
“so what did you do?”
he thought for a moment, then tapped her nose.
“i held someone’s hand.”
immediately both girls shoved their hands at him.
“hold mine.”
“MINES.”
he accepted without hesitation, two tiny hands slipping into his large palm.
problem solved.
the plane lowered further, and the runway appeared.
everyone braced slightly.
your oldest squeezed.
the toddler squeezed.
you squeezed, while liu kang glanced sideways.
“checking something?”
you refused to look at him. “be quiet.”
his smile was unbearable.
then the wheels touched down.
and with a bump, a roar, and a sudden rush of speed, it was over.
the girls stared, blinking and waiting. when it became obvious the airplane was, in fact, not falling from the sky, relief spread across both little faces.
“we did it!” your oldest announced.
“we did it!” echoed her sister.
liu kang nodded solemnly. “we survived.”
the girls erupted into tiny giggles. a few rows ahead, someone laughed.
the tension vanished instantly.
your oldest climbed back into her own seat, proud of herself, while your toddler sat up and started asking about snacks.
everything was normal again.
liu kang finally looked at you. “so...”
you groaned. “no.”
“you were very brave.”
“i hate you.”
his hand squeezed yours.
“you know,” he said quietly, “you could have just held my hand.”
“i did hold your hand.”
“but you pretended it was an accident.”
“it was.”
“three separate times?”
“yes.”
his smile widened.
across the aisle, your oldest pointed dramatically. “mommy was scared too!”
traitor.
your toddler gasped. “MAMA SCARE.”
“i was not scared!”
then…
“daddy protecc mama?” the question was asked with complete sincerity as your youngest sat in liu kang’s lap, staring up at him with wide eyes.
across the row, your oldest immediately perked up. apparently this was now a very important discussion.
liu kang didn’t even hesitate. “of course.”
the answer came so naturally that your heart squeezed. as though protecting you was as obvious as breathing. as though there had never been any other possible response.
before you could say anything, he turned toward you. his hand found yours, warm fingers threading through your own.
then, with the girls watching, he lifted your hand to his lips and kissed your knuckles. slowly. tenderly. the exact way he knew embarrassed the hell out of you.
“always,” he said.
your face immediately heated. “liu—”
then he leaned over and kissed your cheek, affectionate enough to make your stomach do ridiculous things even after all these years.
the reaction from your daughters was immediate.
your oldest practically folded in half with laughter.
“EEEEWWWWWW.” the entire airplane probably heard her. “daddy kissed mommy!”
you covered your face. “oh my god.”
“DADDY KISSED MOMMY.”
“i know, sweetheart.”
“ON THE FACE.”
“yes.”
she dissolved into another fit of giggles, completely delighted and completely horrified. the perfect combination.
“ewwww.”
meanwhile, your youngest had gone completely silent, which was somehow more concerning.
you looked down to see the toddler staring at liu kang like she was witnessing something miraculous. her little mouth hung open slightly, eyes huge.
“dada.”
“yes, little dragon?”
she pointed at you, then pointed at him, then looked back and forth between the two of you. trying very hard to process what she’d just seen.
“dada love mama?”
your heart nearly stopped. liu kang’s entire expression softened; the kind of softness reserved only for family. for home. for the people he loved most.
“very much.”
the toddler blinked, thinking, processing. then she smiled. the biggest smile imaginable. like this was the greatest news she’d ever received.
“dada love mama.”
“i do.”
she leaned against his chest immediately, entirely satisfied. as though this information had fixed something important.
your oldest was still giggling. “daddy’s being mushy.”
“mushy?” liu kang repeated.
“you always kiss mommy.”
“i do not always kiss mommy.”
the skeptical look your daughter gave him was absolutely devastating. “daddy.”
you nearly laughed. liu kang actually looked caught. your oldest crossed her arms the exact same way you always did when liu kang was in denial.
“you kiss mommy all the time.”
your toddler nodded enthusiastically. “all da time.”
little traitors.
liu kang glanced toward you, then smiled. the quiet little smile that always made your chest ache.
“i like your mother.”
your oldest groaned dramatically. “ewwwwww.”
your toddler, however, looked even more impressed. “dada like mama.”
“i do.”
“lots?”
“lots.”
she sat there for another moment, then wrapped both arms around his neck, apparently overwhelmed by the romance.
you buried your face in your hands. “i cannot believe this conversation is happening.”
“it is important,” liu kang said.
your oldest laughed while your toddler nodded seriously.
“dada love mama.”
liu kang looked at you again, his gaze warm, steady, completely unapologetic. the same look he’d given you since the day he’d fallen in love with you. “very much.”
your oldest made another disgusted noise.
your toddler sighed dreamily.
and somehow those two reactions happening at exactly the same time only made liu kang smile wider.
it genuinely brings me so much joy to read your fics everytime i get a notification that you've posted i immediately get cozy and seat myself for the amazing perfect beautiful fic you've written you have SO much talent. ♡
thank you again for your service you're genuinely one of my favorite writers out there atm
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guys i think i’m gonna have to break all your hearts and make this an official rule cause i cannot write angst without a happy ending i’m too soft entirely
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