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I recently saw this one post saying something about how Bucky would slot his dog tags between his teeth during sex to keep them from clanking or bothering during the moment y’know and I immediately thought of you. 😌
Would you mind writing something soul crushingly horny based on this?-
Much love. Mwah ❤️
. ୨୧ ݁ ꒰ 𝐁𝐈𝐓𝐄 𝐃𝐎𝐖𝐍, 𝐒𝐎𝐋𝐃𝐈𝐄𝐑 ⊹ . bucky x fem!reader. minors are prohibited from interacting.
𝔀arnings 18+ : explicit sexual content, no use of y/n, rough sex, unprotected sex, dog tag kink, biting, metal arm kink, possessiveness, dirty talk and general filth
𝓪uthor’s 𝓷ote : ughhhhh this was so yummy!!!! love me some dog tags on buckyyy
Bucky’s on top of you, all heat and coiled power, his broad frame pinning you down as he drives into you with deep, relentless thrusts. His dog tags dangle between his bare chest and yours, cool metal kissing your flushed skin with every roll of his hips, like a silent vow, a reminder of the soldier who’s finally letting himself take what he wants. They’ve been brushing against you the whole time but now they’re clinking softly, rhythmically, against the smooth vibranium of his left arm, the sound mixing with your shared breaths and the wet slap of skin on skin.
He growls low in his throat, a sound that vibrates through you.
“Fuckin’ tags,” he mutters, voice rough like gravel and smoke. His hips don’t stop though, deep deliberate rolls that drag his cock along every sensitive inch inside you, stretching you open so perfectly it makes your toes curl. You’re soaked, thighs slick with it, trembling around his waist as he pins you down with that effortless super-soldier strength.
You reach up, fingers brushing the chain at his neck. “Leave them,” you breathe, because the sound is filthy in its own way, the soft metallic music of him claiming you.
But Bucky’s eyes, stormy blue, pupils blown wide with lust darken further. He leans down, mouth brushing your ear, breath hot. “They’re distracting you from what I want you feeling.”
In one smooth motion, he catches the tags between his teeth. The chain pulls taut against the back of his neck, the metal plates disappearing into his mouth. His jaw flexes, lips parting just enough for you to see the silver edge glinting against his tongue. The sight alone rips a fresh wave of heat through you, Bucky, the Winter Soldier, reduced to biting down on his own history just so he can fuck you without anything getting in the way.
He groans around the tags, the sound muffled and raw. Then he drives into you harder.
No more clinking. Just the wet slap of skin on skin, the creak of the bedframe, and the obscene sounds of your body taking him. His metal fingers dig into your hip, cool and unyielding, while his flesh hand slides up to cup your jaw, thumb pressing at the corner of your mouth like he wants to feel how wrecked you are.
“Look at me,” he demands around the metal. His voice is distorted, rougher, sex-drenched. Sweat beads at his temple, dark hair falling into his eyes as he fucks you with punishing precision, long strokes that bottom out and grind against that spot that makes stars burst behind your eyelids. Every time he bottoms out, his abs flex against your clit, and the tags shift between his teeth with the motion, a constant, visible reminder of how much control he’s exerting just for you.
You moan his name and he bites down harder, jaw tight, eyes locked on yours like he’s memorizing every gasp, every flutter of your cunt around his cock. The chain trembles against his throat with each thrust. You can see the way his tongue moves against the tags inside his mouth, the way his lips are shiny with spit, and it’s so fucking filthy you clench around him involuntarily.
“That’s it,” he growls through clenched teeth, the words barely intelligible but vibrating straight down to your core. “Milk me, doll. Let me feel how much you love this.”
Your hands scramble up his back, nails digging into scarred skin and metal plating alike. He’s relentless, hips snapping faster now, the wet sounds louder, your slick coating his balls as they slap against you. The dog tags stay right where he put them, trapped between those perfect teeth, catching the light every time he pulls back to look at where you’re stretched around him.
You’re close. So fucking close. And Bucky knows it, he always does. He drops his forehead to yours, tags still clenched tight, breath coming in hot pants around the metal. His voice is a broken rasp:
“Come on my cock while I’ve got these between my teeth, baby. Want to feel you fall apart knowing I’d do anything- anything- to keep fucking you right.”
The orgasm slams into you like lightning under your skin, sudden, devastating, unstoppable. Your back arches sharply off the mattress, a broken cry tearing from your throat as your pussy clamps down hard around his thick cock, fluttering and pulsing in relentless waves. Pleasure rips through every nerve ending, white-hot and overwhelming, leaving you shaking uncontrollably beneath him.
Bucky doesn’t stop. Doesn’t even falter. He keeps fucking you through it with those deep, grinding thrusts, hips rolling relentlessly as he chases his own release, dragging out your climax until you’re a whimpering, sobbing mess beneath him.
Only then does he let the tags fall from his mouth, spit-slick and gleaming, dropping heavy and cool against your heaving chest. He buries his face in your neck, groaning your name like a prayer as he spills deep inside you, hips stuttering, metal arm braced beside your head so he doesn’t crush you.
For a long moment, there’s just the sound of your ragged breathing and the faint, final clink of the dog tags settling between your sweat-slick bodies.
Bucky kisses the side of your throat, soft and reverent now, his lips brushing tenderly over the spot where his teeth had been clenched moments before.
“Next time,” he murmurs, voice hoarse, “I’m putting them between your teeth. See how quiet you can stay while I ruin you.”
[ i can’t remember the blog that i learned it from, but if i can find it, i will link them here ]
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kento nanami and hiromi higuruma couldn’t believe their eyes. you were right in front of them, you. the girl who would tease them with her friends back in high school. you were sitting across from the two of them in a coffee shop.
kento was the one who spotted you first.
he didn’t even know if it was really you at first, what confirmed it was when he heard your laugh. you were talking on the phone, it wasn’t loudly, but the cafe was pretty quiet.
kento gently kicked hiromi’s leg, said man was doing paperwork for a client. after kento kicked him, he looked up at the man confused. kento used his head to nod in your direction, hiromi turns around and sees you.
his eyes widened as he looked back at kento. when he looked at kento, he could see the man’s ears start to get red as he stares at you. the thought of you and kento together has hiromi’s face warming up.
kento finally looks at hiromi, he moves in closer to whisper, “i haven’t seen her since graduation.”
hiromi nodded, “same here.”
then they heard you giggling again, it was obvious you were trying to keep it down, but whoever was on the phone must’ve been really funny.
both of the men should’ve been focused on working, but once they saw you, the idea of getting work done immediately life their minds.
they both start remembering their high school days. the way you would tease them. but the reason they liked you was because of the way you teased them. you were different from your peers. your peers were bullies, but you were just mischievous.
kento thinks of the moment that he had fallen for you. it started in the second year in high school.
hiromi was sick that day, so kento had decided to do some studying in the library alone.
“heyyy kento. where’s my other favorite guy?”
kento looked up to see that you made yourself comfortable in the seat across from him.
“hello,” he says your name, “he’s currently down with a cold.”
“how long does he have left?”
“i said a cold, not a terminal disease.”
you laughed at the seriousness of his voice. kento was wary of you at first. the people you surrounded yourself with were awful people. but kento started noticing something, when you teased him or hiromi, you were never laughing at them. kento realized you were laughing at your own jokes.
anything you said out loud made you laugh, you were just so tickled by your own jokes.
once kento learned that, he didn’t really mind if you started occasionally hanging around him and hiromi to tease them.
you were with kento for about twenty minutes before a friend of yours came to get you.
“what are you doing over here,” a girl, kiyo called out. she looked at kento before scrunching her face up. “what are you doing hanging with this guy?”
the smile you had on your face dropped, “what’s wrong with kento?”
kiyo tilted her head, “kento? is that his first name? haru calls him ‘nananerd’” she laughs at the thought.
“aren’t you in class four?”
kiyo shuts her mouth before muttering, “nevermind, see you later.”
kento looked at you with a slight smile, “thank you.”
you looked at him for a second, “no problem nananerd.”
his smile disappeared and he went back to his book. he then heard you start to laugh at your own joke. he knew you were messing with him, the fact that you stuck up for him told him that. he couldn’t help but smile at your laugh.
hiromi’s was a little different. he had always thought you were cute, even before he realized your teasing wasn’t meant to be mean. his interest in you started during your first year.
the two of you had actually ran into each other on a weekend at the convenience store.
he was looking for a caffeinated drink, something to keep him awake, there was a final coming up and he couldn’t afford to tank it.
as he searches the fridge, he hears it.
“i would recommend the black canned coffee. it’s not very good, but it helped me pull my all nighter.”
hiromi looks behind and sees you. your head is tilted as you smile at him.
“i can’t imagine you studying.”
you laughed, “i said it was an all nighter, no studying was involved.”
he raised his eyebrows, “what could you have possibly been doing if not studying?”
you give him a mischievous smile, holding a finger to your mouth, “secret.”
that was the first time you and hiromi spoke. afterward, he would get used to your teasing. he knew you weren’t like the people you hung around with.
hiromi looks at kento, “should we talk to her?”
kento thinks about it, he wants to, he wants to so badly. but what if you think they're weird? i mean, sure you guys would probably convince each other's friends, but you weren’t close enough to get each other's contact information.
before he could answer, he sees you stand up from your seat. you have your head leaned onto your should to hold your phone, as your hands cleaned up your table.
you go and throw your trash now holding the phone with a free hand. as you turn away from the trash, you see kento staring at you.
he’s been caught. hiromi looks back at you, and now you see him staring.
they’ve done it now. you must think they’re creeps.
they see you raise your other hand, blowing them a kiss with a smile. you turn to the door to leave the cafe.
kento and hiromi want to run after you, get your contact information and do some catching up. but they don’t, i mean, it would be weird, wouldn’t it?
they both look at each other before sighing. kento speaks up first, “we should’ve talked to her.”
hiromi nods, “yeah.”
they start cleaning their table, ready to leave. they walk past the table you were sitting at when the see a note.
“to hiromi and kento,
i know the two of you were staring at me, i’m flattered. next time come up to me, i don’t bite ;)
don’t be cowards, text me at
xxx-xxx-xxxx
-love, the girl you can’t keep your eyes off of <3”
hiromi and kento look at each other before giving a small laugh. looks like they weren’t as subtle as they thought.
later that night you get two texts.
the first one reads,
“sorry for staring, i just didn’t think you could’ve gotten even more beautiful. i’m glad you left your number.”
that one was hiromi. in high school, when he heard you laugh, he said, “your laugh is almost as beautiful as you.”
you knew he didn’t mean to say it out loud due to the fact that he quickly left the library.
the second text read,
“i’m glad you caught us staring, and thank you for the kiss.”
ahh kento, ever the romantic. you made sure to text each of them back appropriately.
“i liked your eyes on me hiromi, don’t take them off. and i think you’re quite beautiful too.”
“the kiss was nothing. but if you keep this up, i’ll give you a real kiss, not one from a distance.”
that night, neither of the men could sleep. the girl of their dreams was texting them. and it was hard to sleep when they were so flustered.
“do you guys remember when you were too scared to talk to me in the cafe?”
hiromi laughs, giving your lips a peck.
“look at you sweetheart, you make any man weak and scared.”
“it wasn’t that scary.”
both you and hiromi laugh at kento.
“you nearly cried when she left the cafe!”
kento turns away, ears burning up.
you walk up behind him, giving him a back hug. “it’s okay to be nervous around me ken. i know you make me nervous too.”
he turns towards you, returning the hold.
“i’ve never seen you nervous around us. you just like to tease.”
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a/n: thank you to @alebrasil0101 for the request 🙂↕️❤️ thank you for reading, i love you (. .*)β
Frat!Gojo, who’s too busy being obsessed with his gf to care about his president duties (to vicepresident!geto’s despair)
you’re phone had been buzzing non stop for the past 10min and you already knew who it was before you even picked up.
“girl, pleaseee” geto groans the second you answer,sounding unusually desperate “I am begging you, tell him to get his ass over here now! He listens to you”
on your end of the call, you’re trying but miserably failing to sound normal “I–I know, I’m so sorry,Sugu” you say, breath coming a little quicker than you’d like “I tried, I really did” you weren’t lying you did try to get him to go to that meeting but an army couldn’t pull him off of you when your plush thighs were squeezing his head like you did right now.
“I mean did you, really?” geto scoffs “and–why the fuck do you sound like…that?”
you glance down at the reason why you sounded like that, satoru, who’s smirking like he’s having the time of his life, his cap turned backwards so it wouldn’t get in his way, mouth opening wide to drag his tongue all the way up from your hole to your clit, eagerly collecting all your juices “Hm-fuck..mind your business,” you mutter, breath shaky and legs trying to close but your dear boyfriend effortlessly holds them open “Mmph… who is it?” he mumbles against your lips and you can’t help it, a whine escapes you, and your hand flies to your mouth to stifle it
“Hold on–nah, because I know that ain’t—”geto exhales sharply “put him on the phone!” he yells so loud that even gojo can hear him all the way down there.
“he’s-ha-he’s …busy” satoru’s grin widens. he very deliberately presses a kiss to nub, slow and teasing, like he’s got all the time in the world. like there isn’t a meeting in ten minutes and a vice president on the brink of losing his mind, but he doesn’t care, he’ll skip anything for you, for you sweet voice calling out his name so desperate “sato-please..” you cry out after finally hanging up on geto “suguru’s going crazy” you could already picture it, him pacing around the frat cursing both of you.
satoru finally detaches himself from your sweet cunt, head lifting, eyes low and clearly up to no good. you feel dizzy as you watch him climb back onto you, all his weight on you, warm and heavy. His arms slide around your waist, pulling you against him so tight, like he needs you close just to breathe right.
“Satoru…” you murmur, already weak when his lips start tracing up your neck, slow and wet kisses pressed on every inch of your exposed flesh. You can feel his warm breath against your neck and soft white hair brushing your skin.
His hands slide under your top, palms hot against your skin, softly cupping your tit and suddenly his thumb is brushing past your already hard nipple that has your chest caving in at the sensation. He pulls away just enough for you to catch the faint pink on the tip of his ears.
“yeah?” he teases, voice low “you want me to go be responsible, baby?” he asks, fingers playing with your sensitive nips, enjoying the way you squeezed your eyes shut.
You barely get the chance to answer before he adds, stealing another wet kiss from you “I’ll go,” he promises, clearly lying “After I take care of you, okay?”
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your phone buzzed coming from your “ husband💋 ” they were two pictures and a video, “ aww he looks cute ” you smiled at the two photos before being hit with a video of him face deep into your pussy. you turned off your phone before putting it face down on the table. “what the hell is wrong with him?!” you muttered to yourself knowing damn well you’re smiling and biting your lip. “ t-too good, sooo good ” his pretty eyes looked up as his tongue continued to play around with your clit. “ w-wait! ohmygoshhh! ” those words meant nothing coming out your mouth cause right this isnt for your pleasure it's for his. "aw, what wrong baby ? cant take it?" ugh he such a asshole but you cant help but shove his head closer. "s-shut up" the sound of your voice cracking makes him smile.
you: the hell is wrong with you ?! yk i'm at lunch with your mom !"
starring: fratboy!gojo x nerd!reader
warning: cunnilingus, fingering, virgin!reader, experienced!gojo, dacryphilia, mating press, orgasm denial, implied cowgirl
peachy's yap: can you tell i have a current gojo hyperfixation... ahem moving along
fratboy!gojo knew from the day he joined his frat that he would date some sorority girl. it was one of the many reasons he joined. he pulled a couple, but none of them compared to you.
fratboy!gojo denied himself attraction to you time and time again, yet somehow he found himself bullying the poor nerd. he knew at the fossil age of 22 he was too old to be bullying you, but he didn't care.
fratboy!gojo carried out his sick plan by asking you to tutor him, knowing he didn’t need the help, purposely failing your shared class to make it realistic, even pretending to sleep in class to make his grade reflect his actions.
“please, sweets? i’ll be a good student,” he pleaded, giving you a sweet look with those pouty blue eyes. you told him to never call you “sweets” again, but of course, he didn’t listen.
fratboy!gojo always said the sweetest of things, telling you how pretty you were or how adorable you looked while grading his work. you weren’t easy, but gojo was enticing. he made you feel wanted and pretty, something a nerd like you has never experienced.
fratboy!gojo‘s plan finally worked when he got the shy nerd to spread her pretty legs for him. stuffing you with two of his fingers was all that was needed to make a virgin like you fall in love.
fratboy!gojo was training you to be his perfect slut, stretching you every day to take his girthy cock, training your throat to take all 9 inches of him without struggling. he felt you were closer and closer to going all the way.
fratboy!gojo and you spent almost every day together. you were almost certain you guys were soon to be a couple. you excitedly climbed the stairs of the frat house, knocking on the door. toji and geto answered, giving each other knowing glances.
“hey, y/n, were you supposed to be here today?” geto asked, not even opening the door to let you in.
“uh… yeah? we meet every monday, wednesday, and friday,” you said, but at the same time, a girl walked down the stairs, hair disheveled, mascara running down her face, and her eyes bloodshot red. it was nothing new, probably a new girl sukuna was fucking.
“um,” toji hummed, looking behind him, but nothing could have prepared you for what the girl would say.
“i’ll be back tomorrow, toru!” she yelled up the stairs. toji and geto just looked at you. your heart was beating a mile a minute, and the only thing going through your mind was to run away. so that’s what you did.
fratboy!gojo knew he fucked up. the girl shouldn’t have been in his room in the first place. he tried to get in contact with you, but all roads led to nowhere. you blocked him everywhere, even your school groupme.
fratboy!gojo sat alone at the party, sipping on juice, not in the mood to drink. his already dampened mood was worsened by seeing your friends walk in, instantly making him think of you.
fratboy!gojo was shocked to see you at a party, living it up in your little dress, laughing with your friends, getting hit on by some loser jock. he could barely take it.
fratboy!gojo stormed in your direction, planning to make you listen to him. once he stood in front of you, he grabbed your hand, dragging you to the kitchen.
“let go of me!” you yelled, yanking your hand away from his. “go talk to your other fuck buddy and leave me alone!” you spat, and he just looked at you with a frown.
“that’s what i wanted to tell you! fuck! she’s an old fling that randomly showed up,” he said, and your arms were crossed, not believing his story for a second. “she was screaming and crying and pulling at her hair on my floor. she said she was coming tomorrow to beg again.”
fratboy!gojo pleaded, hoping you would hear him out. of course, your face showed your displeasure. “please, i’ll do anything, i’ll say anything,” he whined, grabbing both of your hands.
“that’s not enough.” you shake your head, not knowing if you even wanted to deal with some popular frat guy. he was popular, and things like this were bound to happen.
“i’ll let you eat all the kikufuku i have left!” he pleaded, and you frowned, not impressed. “or i could prove it to you.” you hated how sweet he sounded when he really meant it, or how hot he sounded when he begged.
“prove it to me how?” you asked, not knowing what you got yourself into.
fratboy!gojo took you upstairs to his room. your heart was beating as you both got inside, and he locked the door. you were nervous, your hands simply sweating from being in his presence.
before you knew it, you were holding your legs up as they shook from the immense pleasure. he was eating you out like a starved man, two fingers thrusting into you like his life depended on it.
“you taste so good, sweets,” he mumbled against your cunt, face soaked in your juices, and you moaned from the vibrations.
“i told you… nghh… not to call me that,” you choked out halfway as a moan, and he just laughed at your lame attempt to speak.
fratboy!gojo’s bulge was painfully pushing against his jeans. the only way to soothe the pain was to rut against the bed as he lapped at your juices.
“toru… m’ready,” you said shyly, and he lifted his face away from your swollen and drenched lower lips. he tilted his head to the side in confusion, wondering what you could possibly mean.
“ready for what?”
“to lose my virginity.”
fratboy!gojo had to curb his excitement, stopping himself from practically jumping up and down. he was a gentleman, but he had his needs, and he needed you.
fratboy!gojo wasted no time pulling down his jeans and boxers in one go, not even bothering to take them around from his ankles. he settled for just shuffling over to you and climbing onto the bed.
“you don't know how bad i’ve been wanting to do this,” he whispered in your ear, lining up his leaky tip with your cunt.
“show me, toru, show me how bad,” you said, unknowingly seducing him and putting him in your trance. he pushed into you with a choppy moan, feeling like he was going to cum then and there.
“fuck, you’re tight,” he choked out. if it were any quieter, you wouldn’t have heard it. your eyes were tearing up from the pain, and he kissed away your tears. “i know… it’ll get better soon.”
fratboy!gojo discovered a new kink, dacryphilia. each tear that fell from your eyes made his cock swell in you. he hated it; he hated that he was getting off on your pain. “let me know when to move?”
“m… move,” you stuttered, and he listened, thrusting his hips as soon as the word left your mouth. your mouth fell open in pleasure as gojo’s hips slapped into yours at an overwhelming speed. “fffffuck, toru, it’s too much.”
fratboy!gojo smirked when your hands reached down to stop him. he caught both wrists easily, holding them together in one hand like reins, using the grip to pull you back as he fucked you harder.
“you can take it, baby, i know you can,” he cooed mockingly as your eyes rolled back in pleasure. he was fucking you so good, and you couldn’t take it anymore. your pussy was squelching from your leaking juices.
fratboy!gojo couldn’t take his eyes off where the two of you met. he was mesmerized by the way your slick coated him and how you sucked him in effortlessly.
fratboy!gojo had you in a mating press fucking into you like the sex deprived man he was. your feet almost touched the mattress behind you from how firm he was pushing your legs back.
fratboy!gojo was so focused, he didn’t notice your face, which was practically telling him you were on the edge.
“m’cumming!” you yelled, and he stilled in you, giving you that sly smile that you hated so, so much.
“not without me,” he said, tilting his head as you whined from the lack of movement. “you can only cum if you be a good girl and work for it yourself.” he smirked, pulling out of you and lying on his back.
fratboy!gojo might be a piece of work, but he made every orgasm worth it.
I dont know if your taking requests rn but i just imagined early-relationship inexpirienced!reader eating out sev for the first time…
OKAY but before u read this... @thehoneybeestings 's virgin reader x sevika series is what inspired me to answer this ask so please treat urself and go read it if u haven't already!!!
men and minors dni
this moment has been a long time coming.
you've known sevika for what feels like forever. and a handful of months ago you changed your perpetually flirty friendship to a relationship. girlfriends. lovers.
and sevika's been so patient with you, knowing that your new to sex. and in return you've been patient with her, knowing that she's new to romance.
and you've said your i love yous, and you've made out in every corner of zaun, and you've seen her with the stomach flu-- throwing up in her lap while sitting on the toilet-- and you still fucking adore her.
so this-- finally getting to have sex with her-- this has been a long time coming.
you're buzzing with excitement and nerves, laying in sevika's bed with your legs twined with hers, kissing her like your life depends on it.
she's making these noises you've never heard before; sweet, desperate, moans she muffles against your mouth.
you're so turned on you're dizzy.
"hey." she mumbles. you nip her bottom lip. "b-baby." she stutters. you lick the scar on her top lip. and just when you try to lock lips with hers-- she pushes you away from her face with two fingers gripping your chin. "babe!" she laughs.
"wha?" you ask, blinking up at her.
sevika snorts and leans forward to peck you, pulling back before you can chase her lips with yours. "you gotta tell me what you wanna do." she says with a laugh. "unless you just wanna make out for the rest of the night?" she suggests.
you almost growl. "no, please--"
sevika grins. "relax." she kisses you again. "i'm teasing."
you swat her hand away from your face and dive forward, kissing her again. sevika laughs against you. "no teasing." you request. sevika coos.
"okay, sweetheart. no teasing."
you kiss her again. sevika snorts and pushes you away. you whine. she grins.
"lemme take care of you, yeah? tell me what you want, baby."
the words tumble out of your mouth before you can even think them.
"can i eat you out?" you ask.
sevika freezes.
you gulp. "please? i wanna taste you."
sevika's brows furrow. dread starts to creep up your spine.
"sev?" you whisper.
sevika blinks, then she laughs and shakes her head, pulling you in for another kiss. "what? no, baby, what do you want me to do for you?" she asks, kissing you between her words.
you frown. now you're pushing her away.
"i wanna eat you out." you say again.
sevika makes a noise like you punched her in the stomach. "fuck-- baby-- you can't just say..." she sucks in a sharp breath.
you're horny and confused and worried that you've ruined everything, so you start to ramble. "i don't-- i didn't mean to upset you i just-- you asked what i want to do--"
"no, wait, stop, you didn't upset me." sevika cuts in. "baby, you--" she laughs. "you just... surprised me. that's what's on the top of your list?" she asks.
"...yeah?" you answer. sevika blinks. "sevika. c'mon. you're like, zaun's number one pussy-eater."
sevika cackles. "what the fuck does that have to do with anything?!"
"you of all people should understand why i want to eat you out!"
sevika blinks. "right, but. don't you want me to eat you out first?" she asks.
you gulp. "i mean, obviously i fantasize about you eating me out... but i dream about eating you out. 's like... my reoccuring sex dream." you whisper. you're embarrassed now. a little confused, too.
but then sevika makes that breathy, grunty noise again, and she hooks her mech arm around your waist and drags you on top of her. you open your mouth to gasp, but sevika's lips find you first. she kisses you with teeth and tongue, pulling you down on top of her with her arms and legs.
when she finally pulls away, both of you have to gasp for air.
"fuck-- you dream about it, huh?" she asks.
a shiver runs down your spine. "no teasing." you remind her.
sevika shakes her head. "no, no, baby, 'm not teasing." she whispers, reaching up to cup your cheek. "i'm-- fuck-- almost came in my fuckin' boxers hearin' you ask me that." she whispers.
you blink. "wh-- really? because if you don't want me to we can--"
"no, fuck, no, baby i want it." sevika laughs. "you don't know how bad-- you just fuckin' surprised me."
you blink again. "so...?" you ask, still confused.
"yes, you can eat me out." sevika says with a snort.
you bite your lip to keep your cool. "o-okay." sevika starts trailing her fingers up and down your bare back. you sigh and melt on top of her, nuzzling into her throat. "will you tell me what to do?"
sevika hums, and you bite the tendon in her throat beneath your lips. she sneaks her hands down your underwear to squeeze your ass. you bite even harder.
"'s pretty intuitive." she whispers. "'s long as you don't bite me, 'm a pretty sure thing."
you giggle. "you like bites." you say, biting her throat again. sevika moans beneath you, proving your point. she smacks your ass in retaliation.
"yeah, but not on my clit, please."
you giggle again. "what about your thighs?"
sevika whimpers. "fuck, where did you come from?" she whispers. you laugh, starting to kiss down her chest.
"'s that a yes?" you ask around one of her nipples. sevika arches up into you.
"fuck-- yeah, baby. yes. take my boxers off." sevika wiggles her hips, trying to help you strip her.
once sevika's naked underneath you, you take a moment to stare at her. she grins up at you, nothing but love in her eyes. "like what you see?" she asks.
you start to salivate. "yeah."
sevika groans. "fuck, you're so cute. 'm gonna ruin you."
you shiver again. "please." you squeak.
sevika doesn't make you ask again. she spreads her legs, grinning when you whimper at the sight of her wet folds, framed by her thick, curly bush.
you're far too horny to care about how embarassingly clumsy you are as you scramble down sevika's body. she's laughing, but you don't feel teased. just adored.
you twine your arms around her thighs, and nose the soft skin of her inner thigh, drooling at the smell of her. when you bite her, just a little, she jumps and laughs.
"c'mon. i thought we weren't teasing." she says, her hands reaching up to cradle your head.
you relax into her hold letting her guide you tongue-first to her cunt.
you're hooked on the first taste.
when you moan on your second lick up, sevika shivers.
"fuck." she whispers.
you hum, licking her again.
you honestly can't tell what's your drool and what's her arousal.
sevika spreads her legs wider, and you fall even deeper into her. your cheeks and chin are wet, and with each of your licks and kisses, you can feel your nose bumping her clit.
and each time, she lets out a moan that makes you dizzy.
sevika's got you right where she wants you, her hands tight on your head, her hips pushing against your face. "fuck, fuck, honey-- just like that, shit." really, you're not doing much. she's using you, grinding against your face like she owns it.
you're so turned on you might pass out. you're whining and moaning into sevika's cunt, clawing at her thighs as she fucks your face.
"fuck, you dreamed of it?" she asks, her voice husky and deep. "did you ever touch yourself thinkin' about it?"
you moan. "mmhmm."
sevika moans at your confirmation. "fuck, 's is what you wanted, baby?"
you whimper. "mmhmm."
"shit, you're gonna make me cum." sevika says. "fuck, baby, you're so good, i'm gonna--" sevika's legs flop loose, and her grip on your head falls away. she cums with a whimpered "baby", and then she's shivering all around you. "fuck, fuck, fuck."
you don't move away. you push closer, trying to lick every drop of her cum up. each time you kiss her clit, her thighs twitch.
eventually, her shakes subside, and her moans turn to laughter.
"fuck. wait, hold on, baby, give me a second." she giggles as she pushes you away.
when you crawl up her body, sevika's giggles turn to cackles.
"what?" you ask, pouting.
"you're covered in my cum."
you grin. "yeah." you say dreamily. sevika snorts.
"give me ten minutes to catch my breath and it's my turn on you."
you pout. "what if i want another go at you first?"
sevika cackles and leans up to kiss you. "you're gonna give me a heart attack."
━ 18+...your girlfriends nose feels perfect against your clit! ۶ৎ
You couldn’t hold back anymore.
Your girlfriend was lying on her back in the middle of the bed, looking up at you with hungry eyes as you straddled her face. You lowered yourself slowly until her mouth was pressed against your soaked pussy. The moment her big, perfect nose rubbed against your swollen clit, you moaned loudly. The firm pressure felt incredible — every little movement made the tip of her nose grind deliciously against that sensitive bundle of nerves.
“Fuck… you feel so good,” you whimpered, starting to rock your hips.
She moaned into your pussy, the vibration sending sparks through you. Her tongue licked deep between your folds while her nose continued pressing and rubbing perfectly against your clit with every roll of your hips. You started riding her face harder, grinding down so her nose rubbed firm circles exactly where you needed it.
She gripped your thighs tightly, pulling you down even more as she devoured you — tongue fucking into your dripping hole while her nose worked your clit without mercy. The wet, filthy sounds of her eating you out filled the room as you rode her faster, chasing that perfect friction.
“You’re gonna make me cum like this,” you gasped, grinding harder on her face. Her nose kept nudging and rubbing your clit with every desperate movement, the pressure driving you crazy.
She sucked on your clit and pressed her nose even firmer against you. You came hard, thighs shaking around her head, moaning loudly as you rode out your orgasm on her face. Even after you finished, she kept lazily licking you, her nose still gently nudging your sensitive clit like she couldn’t get enough.
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“i haven’t been kissed in six months.” you mutter, flopping dramatically onto gojo’s couch and fake a cry. your best friend, satoru gojo blinks at you from his spot on the opposite end of the couch, his long legs kicked up on the coffee table, one hand holding a half-eaten bag of chips, the other flipping through tv channels.
“that’s a tragedy,” he says, grinning. “a crime, even. someone could to go to jail for that.”
“yeah, well, welcome to my dating life. one tragic disappointment after another.” you sigh. it’s not like your always searching for a relationship, but god, 6 months!???
he tilts his head, that pretty face of his breaking into something evil and borderline mischievous. “maybe you’re just looking in the wrong places.” you roll your eyes and look at him through the corner of your eye. he chuckes. “satoru, don’t start. i already know what you’re gonna say.”
he raises a brow and places his hands on his chest, mock offended. “me? i’m innocent. i haven’t said a thing.” you snort out a laugh,“you’re practically thinking it. no, i’m not downloading tinder again. i’d rather die.”
satoru chuckles, that low, deep and amused sound that always makes your stomach flutter just a little, though you never admit that part. he’s been your best friend since you guys were five. he knows every dumb story, every secret, every time you’ve cried over someone who didn’t deserve it.
and still, he looks at you like you hung the moon. “okay, so no tinder,” he says. “no bad dick. no make out sessions. what do you want then?” you bury your face into a throw pillow and mumble, “i don’t know. something. someone.” he turns his face, his piercing blue eyes analyzing your face and he hums, soft and lazy. “you know,” he says slowly, “we could just kiss.”
you freeze. “satoru.”
“what?” he says, all innocence, as if he’s not offering to casually kiss you like it’s just another thursday evening. “who says we can’t kiss as friends?”
you sit up, staring at him like he’s grown a second head. “uh, society? normal social boundaries?” he shrugs. “never cared much for those. you bite your lip. “you’re not serious.” his grin widens, lazy and dangerous. “deadly. come on, you’re hot, i’m hot. we’re both suffering. it’s just a kiss. for science.”
“for science?”
he nods, all playful charm. “yeah. a friendly experiment. no feelings. no expectations. just you and me. and our mouths.” you try to glare at him, but your lips are twitching. “this is the dumbest idea ever.”
“so that’s a yes?”
you hesitate, your heart’s pounding. it’s just a kiss, you tell yourself. it’s just gojo. you’ve known him forever. he’s always been touchy, flirty, a menace with a heart of gold. he’s held your hand when you were scared, carried you on his back when you twisted your ankle in college, made you laugh when you thought you’d never smile again. maybe… maybe it wouldn’t be the worst thing. you sigh, eyes fluttering shut for a moment before you glance back at him. “fine. one kiss. one.” his smile turns devilish. “scout’s honor.”
he shifts closer, your heart beats in anticipation, and suddenly he’s right there, in your space. his knees brush yours, his fingers reaching up to tuck a strand of hair behind your ear.
“you sure?” he murmurs, and there’s a flicker of something softer in his voice, something that doesn’t feel quite so casual anymore. you nod, “yeah. i’m sure.”
his hand cups your cheek, thumb grazing your jaw, and then he leans in, slow and deliberate, like he’s giving you time to change your mind, but you don’t, you meet him halfway.
his lips are warm, soft, and good and feel way better than they should be. he kisses you like he’s been waiting for this, like he knows your mouth, like he wants to know more. it’s not a hesitant kiss. it’s deep, teasing, with just a little edge of cockiness that makes your toes curl and your stomach churn. his other hand slides around your waist, pulling you closer, and suddenly you’re not even thinking. your hands are in his hair, tugging a little, and he groans into your mouth, low and hungry. you gasp at the sound, and he takes the opportunity to slip his tongue past your lips.
your body reacts before your brain does. you’re flush against him, heart racing, hands trembling slightly as the kiss deepens. you pull back eventually, both of you a little breathless, your lips tingling, your skin hot. “…jesus,” you whisper.
gojo’s staring at you, eyes half-lidded and glowing with something unreadable. then he smirks. “see?” he murmurs, brushing his thumb over your bottom lip. “doesn’t hurt to kiss your friends”
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nerd!gojo’s thinking of you while he jerks off. and you’re doing the same.
the both of you should be studying. the textbooks are open, your laptop screen glows in the corner of your eye, tabs of practice problems and half-watched lectures stacked on top of each other. but none of it sticks.
gojo’s in his dorm, tall frame sat on his bed, legs spread out and platinum strands of hair slipping into his glasses. his cheeks are flushed, chest rising too fast, and he can feel himself twitching against the thin fabric of his boxers.
he tries—fuck, he tries—to focus.
but every time he blinks, he sees you in that shirt.
the stupid brown domo nerd tee that clung too tightly to your chest, stretched over the curves of your tits until he thought the seams would pop. he remembers the way your purple-rimmed glasses slid down your nose when you leaned forward in class, eager to ask a question. the soft roundness of your thighs when you shifted in your seat, hips spreading wide against the plastic chair.
he groans, the sound catching in his throat, and slowly slides a hand into his plaid pajama pants.
his dick is already flushed, heavy, tip wet with precum that smears across his palm when he grips the base. his abs tense, toes curling as he begins to stroke up and down slowly.
“f-fuck…” he whispers, lips parting.
his glasses fog as his breath grows heavier, his head tipping back against his chair. his abs tense, a hard line down his stomach, and his pale skin burns pink as slick noises echo in the quiet room.
he thinks of you. thinks of how you’d look perched on his lap, so much smaller than him, wide hips spreading as you bounced. your thighs would squeeze around his waist, plush flesh giving under his grip. your tits would jiggle under that tight nerdy shirt, your soft tummy quivering each time you dropped down on his dick.
the image in his head makes him choke out a whine.
his pace quickens, precum smearing down his shaft as his thumb circles the sensitive head. his muscles twitch, his chest rising like he’s running out of air.
meanwhile, you’re supposed to be focused too. you’re in your bed, hair spattered all over your pillow. your notes are scattered, highlighters bleeding across the page, but your hand hasn’t moved in minutes. your thighs press together, warm under the stretch of your long polkadot socks, and your stupid oversized pikachu shirt is already riding up your thighs, baring the soft curve of your hips.
you keep thinking about him. satoru gojo.
about the boy behind you in class with the ridiculous height and the messy white hair. how his glasses slip when he bends down to scribble notes. how his shirt lifts when he stretches, flashing pale skin and a narrow waist.
you bite your inner cheek, cheeks hot, embarrassment at its peak as your hand slips under your panties.
i shouldn’t be doing this, you thought. but the pads of your fingers sneak down the hill of your mount, sending shivers down your spine. i should be studying. your fingers brush over your swollen clit and you jolt, a muffled gasp escaping. you squeeze your eyes shut, pressing your face into your pillow to muffle the whimper that slips free.
“shit…” you breathe, circling your clit slowly, your slick gathering quick. your glasses slide down, fogged with heat, and your thighs tremble when you push a finger inside yourself.
you picture his hands. long, veiny fingers stretching you better than your own. his mouth hot against your skin, whispering your name like it’s something sacred.
shit.
gojo strokes faster, hips jerking up from the mattress as his body shakes. sweat dampens his hairline, sticking platinum strands to his forehead. “ohhh sh-shit—” he moans, voice breaking. his adam’s apple bobs as he gulps air, glasses sliding crooked down his face.
he thinks of you laid out under him, thick thighs spread wide, thighs trembling as his thick length pushes into your weeping pussy. he imagines the way your stomach would tense when he bottomed out, your tits bouncing as he thrusts into you hard enough to make you forget everything but his name.
he thinks of you whimpering his name pathetically, telling him he’s so deep and you feel so full. the thought makes him leak, precum dripping down his shaft, slicking his strokes.
you curl your toes in your socks, thighs shaking as you finger yourself harder. your tummy tenses when you push another finger in, your walls fluttering as you picture him.
he’s above you, glasses fogged, white hair messy, whispering please in that soft whiny voice. you imagine how thick he’d feel inside you, stretching you until you can barely take it. you’d claw at his shoulders, your curves pressing against his lean frame, moaning his name until your throat is raw.
you gasp, thighs clamping shut as slick runs down your fingers. “haah—f-fuck ‘toru—!” you whimper, turning your head into the pillow, muffling the desperate cry.
gojo’s abdomen arches forward, his hand a blur around his dick. his glasses slide down even more, clattering against the bed as his eyes roll back.
“hnnngh—fu-uuck, ‘m cumming—!” he whines, voice breaking, as hot white ropes spill across his abs, thick cum painting his flushed stomach. his thighs tremble, toes curling, whimpering as the orgasm drags through him.
your body seizes at the same moment, pleasure crashing over you.
sweet and sappy pussy clenches around your fingers, soaking your panties, slick spilling onto the sheets as you cry out into your pillow. your thighs twitch, tummy trembling, tits bouncing under your shirt as your body rides the high.
you whine his name again, breathless, tears stinging your eyes from the intensity.
and then it’s over.
you’re both left gasping, sweaty, trembling messes. gojo slumps back, chest heaving, cum sticky on his skin. his glasses hang crooked, lips parted, eyes glazed.
you lie sprawled on your bed, thighs slick, panties ruined, your shirt clinging to your sweaty skin. your glasses are fogged, cheeks wet, tummy rising and falling as you try to catch your breath.
both of you whisper the same thing to the ceiling—
my master plan to escape writer's block has begun.
if you'd like one, send me an ask telling me about yourself and i'll match you with the jjk character i think you'd be most compatible with romantically! (or platonically, just lmk!)
things you can include (all optional!!):
♡ personality
♡ hobbies
♡ interests
♡ likes/dislikes
♡ mbti
♡ green/red flags
♡ ideal relationship
♡ random fun facts
the more i know, the easier it'll be for me to play matchmaker 🤠
i'll only be matching with gojo, geto, nanami, choso, toji, and higuruma. mostly because those are the characters i know well enough to confidently psychoanalyze them at this point. and i don't trust myself to accurately write anyone else without accidentally committing character assassination lmfao
i'm really hoping these get my writing brain back into gear and i'm honestly just excited to read everyone's asks. can't wait!! 🖤
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men and minor dni
sevika likes to take you on her nightly deliveries.
it's nice. you get to play passenger princess, reclined in the seat beside her, bundled up in blankets and eating your snacks. she lets you play your music, occasionally singing along to songs she recognizes. sometimes you navigate for her if you've got a delivery far out of town, and sometimes you count money and weigh flower for her. mostly, though, you're just there to look pretty and keep her company. when she's done, she always buys you dinner. sometimes it's something nice and fancy at a sit down place, sometimes it's just drive through burgers and fries.
you love it. you love her. you love watching her drive, a concentrated little furrow in her brow. you love watching her chat to customers, the way she gets along with almost everyone even when she insists she's anti-social. mostly, you just like being with her, holding her hand over the center console and giggling at the stupid jokes she makes.
what you don't love is constantly having to explain who you are to her new customers.
nobody seems to believe you. people hear sevika's got a girlfriend, and they start expecting someone like her. someone with a wallet chain and holes in their old jeans. they don't expect the glittering, fuzzy pink aura you seem to give off. they're often pretty shocked.
"yo, sevika! thank you for comin' all the way out dude, i was runnin' way too low and all the dispos in town are closed this late. how much do i owe ya--" the man's voice fades as he jumps into the backseat, getting a good look at you. he chuckles. "who's the princess?"
you roll your eyes. sevika hums as she weighs out the flower. "'s my girl. you've heard me talk about her before, right?"
the man in the backseat blinks a few times, his eyes darting between you and your girlfriend. "...really?" he asks. you sigh.
sevika, none the wiser, lets a small smile take over her features. "yeah. what's it been babe, almost three years now?" she asks.
you can't help but smile, despite your annoyance. "yeah, baby." you say.
sevika's smile grows, and she ties the little baggie full of weed in a knot. "my wife, someday." she teases.
you roll your eyes, ignoring the butterflies in your stomach and smacking her shoulder. "shut up."
"'s true." she says with a sweet smile.
you've completely forgotten your company in the backseat by now, too distracted by her sweet talking. before you can rembember your audience, you lean across the console, grab sevika's jaw, and plant a wet, glossy kiss on her lips. when you pull away, sevika's smiling like she's just won the lottery.
"tastes like marshmallow." she giggles, licking your gloss off her lips. you snort.
"'s a new flavor. that sparkly pink one you bought me yesterday."
"mmm. i like it. you should make it a regular."
"huh." you both jump a bit as the man in the backseat speaks up. he's still studying the pair of you, but his confusion has faded. "y'know, i always pictured your girlfriend to be..." he waves his hand a bit, like he's looking for the word. "tougher."
sevika frowns, and turns her attention. "tougher?"
"yeah, y'know. maybe a little emo. lots of eyeliner. some piercings or tattoos or something. like you, y'know?" you snort a bit. sevika's certainly not emo, but you'll definitely be teasing her about that for a while. she does love her eyeliner.
"hey. my girl's plenty tough--" sevika starts.
"well yeah, but she looks like a cupcake." you huff and cross your arms. you aren't even that dressed up tonight! it's just a bedazzled pink tracksuit... okay. you see his point.
"do you have an issue with that?" sevika asks. the man in the back waves his hands up.
"no! no, no! not at all! it's-- it's just unexpected. 's kinda cute, actually. you guys make a cute couple." he says. "like, opposites attract, and all that."
sevika studies him for a minute, before looking over at you. her gaze softens as she studies you, and finally, she throws the baggie in the back. "that's eighty."
the man fumbles for his wallet. "h-here. didn't mean no offense, really." he says, handing the money over. sevika hums.
"see you next time." she says. the man takes the dismissal for what it is, and runs out of the car.
for a moment, it's silent. then sevika huffs. "are we really that different?" she asks you. you giggle a little.
"i mean..."
"okay, okay, i get it. but i hate gettin' shit like that. i know we look different, but you're still mine. hate having to explain that shit to people like it's not obvious."
you smile. "i think it's pretty obvious. just gotta give 'em a minute to get over the shock."
"but is it so shocking?" sevika whines. "i think we make perfect fucking sense."
"you do?"
"yeah. you're the princess, i'm your prince."
you grin. that's one of the sweetest things sevika's ever said to you. "my knight in shining fuckin' armor, baby." you say.
sevika finally smiles, putting the car in drive. "c'mon, your highness. let's get outta here. you wanna get some burritos and smoke up in the park?"
you lean over the console and kiss her cheek, admiring the sticky pink stain it leaves behind. "sounds like heaven, baby."
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that was all she needed to hear. her lips collide with yours, your tongues fighting for dominance. you grind harder and moan, allowing her tongue to intrude your mouth.
in between teeth and tongues, sevika groaned, “fuck, you taste so good.”
your pussy throbbed at her words“vika plea—nghh.” her hands snaked up your back until they met your bra clasp. with one quick motion, she freed your breasts and tossed the lace material to the side. the cold car air hardened your nipples, making you shiver.
sevika pushed her beefy hand under your panties, palming your heat. looking up at you, an amused smirk painted her face. “please what?”
you tugged at her stiff nipples hard, inciting a sharp gasp, and a slight whimper that only you could hear.“please stop teasing me.” your voice was desperate with traces of amusement and horniness in between. sevika huffed in irritation, but still took your panties off.
“lay down,” she instructed, pointing at the empty space behind you. you did, trying to maneuver your body to fit you both in the cramped space. her knees landed between yours, and she began to unbuckle her belt.
while you waited, your eyes danced across sevika’s body. the streetlights highlighted her abs and muscles, her purple scars shone, her eyes glistened with the moonlight, she was perfect.
lost in your own thoughts, you didn’t notice she was already fully naked, and that there was something accompanying her hips.
“you good,” sevika amusingly asked, “or is there something distracting you?” she gestured down to the harness on her hips, and your breath hitched. she laughed at your wide eyes and gaping mouth, breaking you out of your trance.
you scoffed, trying to portray the dominance you didn’t have right now. “whatever.” though, your tinted cheeks and the wet spot forming on the leather told otherwise. “just get on with it before someone sees.”
“you’d like that, wouldn’t you?” she gripped your thighs and pulled you closer, the strap pressed riiight against your heat. “you’d just love it if someone was nearby,” she rubbed her length up and down your slit, pulling soft whimpers and squirms out of you. “and they heard you moaning like a bitch in heat.”
she suddenly pushes her full length into you. you throw your head back and moan loudly from the sudden intrusion. “fuck nghhh sev…” she started pounding into you roughly, her length brushing your g-spot continuously. grunts and high-pitched moans fill the car atmosphere.
“tell me,” she lifts your legs so they’re dangling by her ears, thrusting deeper than before. her lips scatter kisses across your collarbone until she suddenly bites down. your pussy clenches and whimpers spill out of your mouth. “tell me how good i make you feel. tell me this pussy’s mine.”
you whimper, “yes! it’s all yours baby ngh…fuck just don’t stop!” you can feel your orgasm building up in your stomach. your body felt hot and sevika was everywhere: your hips, your breasts, your neck, your air. and you loved it.
her fingers danced down your body, until they made contact with your swollen bud. her fingers made quick circles on your clit, drawing out a high-pitched moan from you, loud enough to drown out the music. her thrusts quickened, making sure uhn uhn uhn is all the noise coming out of you.
finally, with one sharp swipe against your g-spot, your vision blurred and you came. sevika rode you through your orgasm, her fingers and thrusts not letting up until you were damn near pushing her off of you.
you collapsed against the car seats and sevika followed, enveloping your body under hers. the only other sounds in the car were kwn’s next track on the album, the heavy rainfall against the car, and your synced up breathing.
“i'm gonna pull out, mk?” sevika finally asked, her voice slightly muffled in your shoulder. you nodded and whined from the loss of her length. a beat passed before sevika asked, “you ok baby?”
“mhmm you made me f’so good vika.” you slurred, voice clearly showing you're sleepy. she chucked at your antics and removed herself from your body, getting a good look at you. your braids were spread across the seats like sun rays, your cheeks warm and pupils dilated. you looked like a goddess personally sent to sevika.
“where r’you goin…come back”
“you know i still have to drive us home, right?”
“oh…right.” you sighed and sat up to go to the front seats. until, sevika's hands firmly hold you in place. “nuh uh. you stay back here and get dressed. i'll clean you up when i get home.”
you tiredly sighed, “fine…thank you baby. you’re too good f'me.”
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