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shoutogepi · 3 years

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First Time BJ HC’s

with Bakugou, Kirishima, Shinsou, & Todoroki

𝐠𝐞𝐧𝐫𝐞 : [ ✘ 𝐧𝐬𝐟𝐰 (𝟏𝟖+) ] smut!

𝐡𝐜 𝐩𝐫𝐨𝐦𝐩𝐭 : how would they act while receiving head for the first time?

𝐚𝐮𝐭𝐡𝐨𝐫’𝐬 𝐧𝐨𝐭𝐞 : i don’t usually mention this but i did wanna say that they’re all 18+, AS THEY ARE IN EVERYTHING I WRITE. also please minors stay aWAY. LEAVE NOW PLEASE i am begging you.

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𝐛𝐚𝐤𝐮𝐠𝐨𝐮 💥

surprisingly vocal and loud about it!! omg this mf... your panties are def gonna be drenched after giving him head.

fists your hair and shoves your head down, choking you with his dick. he’s just really eager and excited to finally have your mouth on him!!

lost in the pleasure of it all. so he lets his guard down and ends up making mouth-watering noises for you to indulge in while you service him.

LOTS of grunts and whispered curses under his breath.

probably lasts like 5 mins but only because he’s battling himself not to bust every 15 seconds.

when he does come, he pulls out and paints it across your face. honestly, he’s been dreaming about doing exactly that ever since he first saw you.

yeah, he knows he’s nasty lol...

asks you if he can take a pic for his spank bank when he’s done.

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Your tongue glides across his hot length, lapping at the bulging veins that line the underside of his shaft. As your lips make their way to the base of his cock, he lets out a gravely moan and your eyes roll back at the sound of it, ignoring the dull ache that’s begun to form at the back of your throat.

“Deeper, Princess...” the blonde grunts, his hips shifting up so the swollen head of his cock nestles deep into your wet mouth. “Fuck yeah.”

He pants, vermillion orbs glaring down at you as he lets you off his lap and you sputter for air. The sight of your saliva stringing out between your parted lips and his slick cock makes him ache. Even without your mouth on him, he feels just as hot, like no matter what you do, he gets closer to coming with every second of you on your knees in from of him.

It’s not long before Bakugou’s deciding you’ve had enough air, slapping his girth against your lips. He swears as your tongue pokes out to trace the ridge of his heavy cock head, the muscle lashing out to caress his skin and take him into your mouth again.

“Shit, oh my fucking god— fuck—” His grip on your locks tightens as you hollow your cheeks and suck on him, salty pre-come dripping down the back of your tongue.

Your thighs push together as your core drools for him, his moans clouding your thoughts as you move your neck to pump faster. His balls tighten and the feeling in his stomach sharpens, thighs twitching beneath your splayed fingers.

“Nnn— no baby, slow down, slo—” You don’t pay him any mind, twirling your tongue extra hard against him as you push him to the back of your mouth. “Fuck!” He moans as he shoves you off him, his cock leaving your lips just fast enough for his release to spray over your cheeks and across one eye. His legs don’t stop shaking even as his cock ceases gushing, his hand coming to cradle the back of your head and smear the white liquid across your lips.

He groans as your tongue wanders out to meet the digit, cleaning his essence from your mouth with a coy smile. His gaze burns down into yours, desire still simmering in his bright irises.

“That was fuckin’ hot, Princess,” he commends, watching his come trickle down your face before his fingers reach for his phone. “You’ll let me snap a pic, yeah baby?”

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𝐤𝐢𝐫𝐢𝐬𝐡𝐢𝐦𝐚 🧱

attempts to be really manly about it but just like bakugou, he cannot shut up about how good it feels. vocally admires you the whole time.

he was hesitant to let you go down on him in the first place, because to him, sex should revolve around your pleasure.

so when you told him that making him feel good in turn makes you feel good, he shuts up and pulls his pants down real quick LOLL.

praises you the whole time, treats you like a goddess and he’s your loyal worshipper.

he doesn’t really know what to do with his hands so he alternates between stroking your hair/chin and covering his face when he’s sure he’s making an obscene expression (although fails to actually hide said expressions from you, much to your delight).

when he’s about to come, he gives ample warning and makes sure to ask where you want him to finish.

hot and respectful experience, 10/10.

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Kirishima throws his head back as he moans, his fingers slipping through the hair at the crown of your head. “That feels so, so good baby girl...” His other hand curls into a fist atop his thigh, which tenses as your nails scrape down the inside of it.

You look up at him through your lashes, tongue following the thick ridge on the bottom of his length. Fitting him in your mouth is a feat of its own, his cock rock-hard and thicker than you expected between your lips. Connecting gazes with him, you watch as his sharp teeth dig into his bottom lip, his hand slipping from your head to shield the lewd look twisting his features. You can feel your cunt warm at the sight of his furrowed brow and hanging jaw, his ragged panting only egging your ministrations further.

“What about this, Kiri?” You spoke against his shaft, lips moving across the slick skin and moving to swirl your tongue around his thick head.

“That’s—” he cuts himself off with a moan when you suck on his sensitive member, sliding half his cock into your warm, wet mouth. “God, you’re amazing!”

You hum, satisfied with his answer. But that only makes his moans louder, his fingers tugging at the roots of your hair again. Your free hand caresses his heavy sack, thumb rubbing over his soft skin and squeezing ever so slightly.

Kirishima whimpers your name, forcing your eyes to meet his crimson gaze once again. He looks absolutely wrecked, lips parted and hot puffs of breath escaping as his chest rises and falls quickly. “I’m really close, baby girl... where do you want me to..?”

All he receives is a flirty wink in response before you continue your movements, and he doesn’t bother to hold back the moan nor the desperate expression that crosses his handsome features. After a few moments of going to work his hips begin to shuffle under you and he tenses, and you open your throat and allow him to push his cock into your mouth on his own accord.

“Holy shit!” He cries as he comes down your throat, his hot spend warming your body as your tongue pets his cock, waiting for him to fall from his high. “You’re so beautiful, baby girl,” he murmurs once he’s done, pulling you up for a passionate kiss.

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𝐬𝐡𝐢𝐧𝐬𝐨𝐮 🔮

tries to keep his cool and succeeds... for the most part.

sits back and lets you do your thing, eyes never leaving you for even a second.

he has a pretty dick and acts like he knows it, but it looks so, so much better slipping in and out of your mouth.

gently fucks your face. he likes having you take your time, which is also why he lasts longer than you were expecting. nothing crazy tho prob like 10 mins max HAHA.

he bites his lip to keep the noises in so he’s no where near as loud as the others... but when the occasional moan does slip out, it makes it only that much better.

combs his hands through his hair a lot. also thinks about how he’s gonna reciprocate this great favor once you’re done...

oozes a lot of pre throughout the whole ordeal but he actually doesn’t taste too bad?? magic man. comes on your tongue and demands you hold it there for a second before you swallow. o.o

after everything’s done he’s shocked that he was able to control himself so well lmao

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“Fuck...” Shinsou breathes the swear out lowly, brow twitching while his rough fingertips glide through his indigo locks. He would smirk at the purr that rumbles through your body at his praise, but your mouth sinks down to the base of his cock and his teeth push deep into his bottom lip instead.

Violet eyes fixate on your mouth, the way your slobber glistens and trails behind your lips with each purposeful movement of your neck. He wants to allow his eyes to roll into his skull as his swollen head presses against the back of your throat, but he forces his gaze to remain on you, determined not to miss a single second of the show.

His fingers curl into his roots as your tongue swipes against his flushed skin, allowing a quiet groan to escape as you repeat the movement. Briefly he wonders how you can be so good at this, how he feels like he’s been on the edge of his orgasm for the past five minutes and somehow he’s loving every second of your heavenly torture.

He licks his lips as your mouth leaves his cock and he watches the strands of saliva that connect the two, how your lips curl into a confident smile as your eyes meet his. Tracing your tongue along the side of his cock up and down, then sucking and nibbling at the same skin immediately afterwards. Another groan tumbles out of him, his hand flying to your hair and tugging your head up so that his erect cock rests against your sealed lips.

You keep his gaze as your tongue wanders out and pets his head, then slipping the length back into your hot mouth as far as you can. Shinsou lets out a particularly heavy breath at the action, his hips jerking up gently so he pushes all the way into your throat. It’s easy to find a rhythm for the both of you, and for the first time, he lets himself close his eyes and become lost in the feeling of your mouth on him.

“Just like that, kitty... that’s it, good girl...” He starts to grunt and grow louder as he reaches the cusp of ecstasy, still pushing his cock in between your lips until the feeling becomes too much to hold back anymore. “Hold your tongue out.”

Following his instruction, your pink muscle is covered in white as he comes, some dripping down your tongue and disappearing down your throat. He strokes himself through it, dipping his thumb in the puddle of his seed after he’s finished before he pushes the finger back and you wrap your lips around the digit as you swallow everything.

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𝐭𝐨𝐝𝐨𝐫𝐨𝐤𝐢 ❄️

poor baby, he is sooo flustered and reactive. almost catches on fire a handful of times.

not super vocal at first but he pants a lot and every time you go further down on him, his breath catches in his throat.

speaking of preTTY DICKS!!!!! he has the prettiest.

honestly he doesn’t last very long. he just is so sensitive bc he’s never had anything so warm and wet and gorgeous near his cock before. and he prob doesn’t jack off as often as the others so there’s that too..

he doesn’t have a clue what to do with his hands, very similar to kirishima in the way that his fingers are either touching you or masking the bottom of his face. he keeps his eyes on you most of the time though, taking mental pictures— hell, a mental video— and frying it into his brain.

warns you when he’s getting close, moans increasing in depth, frequency, and volume. he’s so head over heels for you that just holding your gaze brings him even closer to the edge.

doesn’t care where he comes, but seeing his spend on your face does things to him...

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Dual-colored eyes pierce into yours as you hollow your cheeks, wet tongue flush to the delicate skin of his aching member. Shouto’s hand lands over his mouth, long fingers stretching across his face as his brows scrunch beneath his silky locks. A harsh breath falls from his lips as your mouth drops down to the base of his throbbing cock. His contoured abdomen quivering underneath your fingers as he draws in another shaky breath, you savor how his gaze is locked on your tongue snaking around his wide shaft.

“Ahah~ that feels—” he sucks in between his clenched teeth, fingers on his other hand carding through the hairs falling around your face. “Incredible, angel.” His sock-clad toes curl and drag through the carpet beside your knees, your nails digging into the ample muscle that lines his thighs. The action elicits a broken gasp which in turn makes you moan around his rosy cock.

His hips buck up and shove his length into your throat even deeper at the vibrations, only making him sigh deeply with bliss. You gag and sputter around him, your throat tightening and forcing another heavy huff from his lungs. He allows you to come up for air, feelings mixed about how the sight of you struggling to breath makes him ache for you even more.

“Don’t stop, love...” he mumbles, barely cognizant as his head spins, your lips sliding around him and answering his plea instantly. His hand curls around the back of your head, loosely guiding your strokes and forming a makeshift ponytail that keeps most of your hair out of the way. “You look so pretty like this, oh god...”

The number of grunts and moans floating out of him increases as you find a steady tempo to bob your head to, his fist in your hair allowing your movements to speed up. You can feel him gradually tensing, his pants becoming more breathless and desperate, little pleas falling from his lips as his voice turns more gruff.

“I’m gonna come,” he cautions abruptly, digits pulling at your roots tighter, his other hand flying up to push his own hair back from his forehead as the pressure builds within him. His frantic gaze meets your calm one, his face contorting with the increasing pleasure. “W-Where should I— Fuck, love— agh, God, I— I’m—”

His body trembles as he falls over the edge, orgasm wracking through him as thick ribbons of white shoot onto your chin, your hand stroking his slick length as you guide him through the haze of euphoria. He comes a good amount, especially when you stick the head of his cock back inside your mouth and happily allow the last few spurts to coast down your throat.

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(ᇴ‿ᇴ) ahh i love smut.. lol lmk why i made toshi so daddy tho tfff

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spideyyroos · 4 years

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are you kidding me? - peter parker (soulmate!au) - part 3

pairing: peter parker x stark!female!reader

summary: during your everlasting rivalry against peter parker, you’re unlucky enough to find out that not only is he spider-man (your dad’s new kid), but he is also your soulmate. god help us all. (soulmate au where you have a mark of where your soulmate first touches you)

word count: 2511

requested: yes!

warnings: language, slight angst, stab wound

a/n: GUESS WHOSE BACK BACK BACK BACK AGAIN!!! hey guys! sorry i’ve been mia recently, school has really been piling up on me and i pushed off this part for so long! tbh i think this is gonna be slightly slow burn?? i don’t want to rush anything oof. hope you guys like it :))

THE NEXT DAY

As both Peter and Y/N made their way to school, they communicated to one another on how they should act and when they should tell their individual friends about the whole soulmate ordeal. For the time being, they decided to still hate each other at school--which, technically, they still hadn’t been too fond of each other ever since the previous day. Y/N, being the more stubborn of the two, couldn’t push aside the decade-long rivalry between her and Peter. She was still in denial that he was her soulmate, the one who she would spend the rest of her life with.

Chewing on her lip, Y/N thought about her future with Peter in it. She always knew that he would stick around in her life but never where. After the almost-kiss that they shared last night, she muted her thoughts from him, not wanting to distract while fighting crime. As she did so, she wondered why she cared about the well-being of the boy, not just in academics.

-at Midtown-

As Peter and Y/N made their way to their first period, they cautiously stood at different places from one another when passing through the hallway. Thankfully enough, Ned found Peter and they weaved their way into their history class. Y/N found herself in the class moments after, taking a seat in the back corner to ensure that she could take a nap for the period.

Y/N had always prepared ahead of time for the classes she decided to take naps in. Her phone was programmed to pick up what the teacher was saying during the lecture; later, Y/N would listen and add extra information to her notes (a/n: i suggest this highly; it works super well! :)).

When the lecture started, Y/N was out like a light. She got plenty of sleep the night before, but still preferred to be asleep. Peter, who sat across the room, tried to focus on his notes, but felt the strong urge to stare at her. Similar to Y/N, Peter felt hesitant to feel affections toward his usual enemy. Ever since yesterday, he cringed at how the two treated each other.

Needless to say, these circumstances were more than overwhelming.

-lunch-

After their fifth period Spanish class, Y/N and Peter walked side by side in the hallway. Before they knew it, Flash called out at Peter.

“Hey Penis Parker! What are you doing, flying out of your league?”

“And what would you know, Flash? Last time I checked, your homecoming date left you in the dust to go and grind with some other egotistical prick.”

Flash’s jaw dropped at Y/N’s words and Peter covered his mouth to stifle his laughter. Y/N turned around to face Flash, deadpan--clearly unamused by his ever so endearing nickname for Peter. Then, as if in some world-turning moment, she realized that she had just defended her rival.

Nobody knew that they were soulmates just yet.

She couldn’t let that happen--not now at least.

However, before she could make an excuse for standing up for Peter, Flash suddenly changed his target of ridicule.

“Aw, I’m sorry babe. Do you have a personal score to settle with Lindsey? Or, better yet, come over tonight and we can,” Flash continued to advance towards her and corner Y/N onto a locker, “make up for lost time.” Flash was face-to-face with Y/N, expelling his hot breath over her face. Although Flash was yet another person who knew how to make Y/N’s skin crawl, she decided to swallow the vomit coming up her throat and let herself be “enchanted” with the king of douches.

“Umm...you sure have a way with words, handsome,” Y/N’s mind was screaming at her to kick him in the nuts, but her pride didn’t allow her to let up and run to her only safe space--Peter. She feigned a gleaming smile, letting it hit her eyes. Flash only smirked at his supposed “power” over women, though it repulsed anything that walked--no, breathed--on this very earth. Y/N continued to keep this act up by biting her lip and forcing herself to eye his lips, misshapen and topped with peach fuzz for a mustache. It sent her back to last night with Peter, and she mentally sunk into thoughts of the blessed day when she’d put her guard down and allow herself to love him--woah, wait...what the fuck?

Just as she was about to dwell on her absurd thought, she felt the disgustingly warm body heat in front of her being ripped away and an angry Peter now in front of her. His back was facing her and he held his death grip on Flash, who now looked scared as all hell, was panting from the sudden movement and wide-eyed.

“How about we don’t do that?” Peter threatened, gritting his teeth and shooting daggers at Flash. Y/N walked directly behind Peter and performed the trick as old as time: playing with the angry boy’s hair to calm him down. As she laced her fingers through his wavy hair, Peter fell victim to the affection. He let go of Flash, freeing him to run away from the previously seething Peter--not sparing to look back at the nerd who once could never have the heart to kill a fly.

Y/N grabbed onto Peter’s shoulder and turned him around, hand still interlocked within his curls. Peter’s expression showed pure relaxation, contradicting the near-death that he could have caused. They looked into each other’s eyes, once again letting the rest of the world slip away. Thank God that everyone else had cleared the hallway and went their own ways to the cafeteria. The young Stark filed her hand through his exceptionally soft hair--what conditioner do you use? They chuckled, knowing that only these two could see into her comedic genius. Peter’s eyes wandered her face, taking in her features and mentally noting small details that he would’ve never noticed beforehand. He suddenly cupped her face with his hands and went to lean in, only for Y/N to abruptly rip her contact from him.

“Peter--”

“I’m sorry--”

“Can we just give...give whatever this is--a moment to breathe? Jesus, it’s been a day and now I have to make sure that no one ever hits on me because God forbid Spider-Man’s soulma--” Peter’s hand clamped over Y/N’s mouth, eyes wide and desperate for her to shut up.

“I’m sorry, ok? Now will you stop talking before someone hears?” Y/N shoved his hand off her mouth and made a beeline towards the exit, not dealing with anymore of this bullshit.

Y/N, frustrated and fed up, went home to the complex--this, and she swears by it, was by far the worst week of her life. She wished that she wasn’t so difficult, that she could have been dealt a different soulmate, that she could start over, that she could be anywhere else but here. She made an effort to ignore his thoughts and mute her own. She didn’t want to be burned again. She has always pined after the well-deserved love and freely gave her heart to the people who gave her half-assed compliments--believing that each time would be different. Yet time and time again she would be let down, until she had enough. She sealed her walls with super-glue and rejected any form of genuine interest in her well-being.

-at Avengers complex-

4:56

Peter tried to busy himself with expanding his patrol area, patrol hours, and homework--anything to avoid facing the obvious. He may as well be dead to her, right?

God, no! Don’t ever say that. Just--give me time, alright? This is just...a lot.

Look--we’re adjusting right now. Us even talking is already some sort of sign that we can try to get along. I know you’d prefer to stay at the very least 6 feet apart but--fuck, I’ll be honest--ever since we…connected I’ve been able to see you in a different light--

--pretty sure that’s called being horny--

--will you just...you know what? No. You don’t get to find out what I was going to say. Are you happy now?

Y/N didn’t respond. She just laid on her bed, aggressively staring at her window, hoping that he just might swing by.

It wasn’t long until she felt a searingly white hot pain on her left side. She screamed out in her room, trying to haphazardly relieve some of this unbearable punishment of having a superhero as a soulmate. Tears blurred her vision and she clutched her side, unable to move in fear that she would break her entire body. With as much effort she could put out, she reached for her suit tracking device--jesus christ, what the fuck happened to him?

Y/N saw the spider icon deep in the streets of Queens, at one of the many Mom and Pop restaurants. She saw an update on the suit condition:

OPENING ON LEFT SIDE - COULD BE KNIFE WOUND?

Peter, are you okay? Please get out of there as soon as you can! I’ll call the police right now--OW!

Y/N received a crisp punch to her right cheek, wincing and letting the new tears fall over her face. She tried to stay strong, despite everything hurting so much. She pressed “NOTIFY POLICE” on the device and curled into a ball, hoping the pain would stop soon. Just as she thought it was over, a square kick to the stomach almost caused an upheaval of her last meal. Stars taking over her vision, she fell unconscious onto her bedroom floor.

-meanwhile-

Peter has had his fair share of difficult and strong criminals, but damn! This group was one for the books. Not considering the soulmate tie between himself and Y/N, he fought the band of robbers and took each hit as a grain of salt.

Peter, are you okay? Please get out of there as soon as you can! I’ll call the police right now--OW!

“Oh shit--” Peter mumbled, allowing himself to get punched in the face by the one of the last men standing. Easily knocking him out with his special “pow, pow, POW” combo, as Peter liked to call it.

Unfortunately, before he could safely escape the scene, with the criminals webbed up against the wall, the final “stupidhead” (once again, as Peter liked to call it) attacked him with a swift kick to the stomach.

Shit.

Peter heard the sirens nearly a block away, so he opted to avoid any more conflict by webbing the kicker against the ceiling of the restaurant--stealing away into the city and on the way to the complex.

He remembered the backpack that was so secretly plastered next to the window of Y/N’s bedroom and was quick to change into his street clothes. Practically breaking into her bedroom, Peter was instantly at Y/N’s unconscious side--did her body show where he got hurt also?

Unsure if he was throwing away all of Aunt May’s well-taught respect and manners of “don’t put your hands on a girl unless she says you can and she wants you to,” Peter lifted her shirt to check if she was stabbed as well. Fortunately, either soulmate can have the sensation of pain--not the actual injury itself.

Y/N woke with a start, breaking her eyelids open to see Peter lifting her shirt to check the left side.

“What are you doing?” Y/N flinched away, tearing the material out of his hands.

“I’m sorry--I was checking if you were okay--”

“--people don’t check under other people’s shirts--wait. Am I stabbed?” Y/N went to check herself, only to double take at Peter’s blood stain growing larger by the second.

“Oh my god--stay right there, ok? I’ll go get a first aid kit--holy shit…”

Peter chuckled at her antics, but winced as he realized that...I got stabbed and it’s an open wound and now I’m laughing and oh my god--

“Ok, holyshitok--lay on my bed, please. Lay on your side, with the wound facing me. Also, please take off your shirt,” Y/N took a deep breath, preparing the sutures to properly address the injury. She concentrated, despite her hands shaking horribly.

“This is going to feel even worse than when I start to sew but you can grab onto something if you need,” Y/N softly spoke, ready to clean, with alcohol, around where the knife had tore into his flesh. Peter nodded, unsure what he could grab onto without breaking her concentration. He opted for her bedsheets, which were slightly wrinkled and smelled like the expensive detergent that often surrounds Y/N--what? Why am I--

Y/N hummed in content and smiled to herself as she finished disinfecting and started to sew. Although Peter was used to his clumsy hands dangerously stitching together his deeper injuries, Y/N’s precision and patience to ensure the least amount of pain almost...put him at peace. She would glance over at him to reassure herself that he wasn’t passed out--though that would make the situation far less intimidating. Here he was, Peter Benjamin Parker, shirtless and occasionally bleeding (though it was far less than before), on Y/N M/N Stark’s bed. When she wasn’t looking at him, Peter would steal glances at the young Stark, appreciating her calm nature in such a scenario like this. On the other hand, when he wasn’t staring at her, Y/N would give a side eye to Peter--who was focusing on the small design on the bedsheets. He recognized the R2-D2 and C-3PO duo that continued across the dimensions of the mattress, tracing the dark outline of each character.

“Ok, I’m almost done. I just need to apply the gauze and the skin adhesive,” Y/N stated, quickly exiting the room to go fetch the proper dressings.

When she came back, Peter was still in the same position--but with stilled breathing and relaxed muscles.

Oh my God, he’s asleep. At least the hard part’s over--I think.

Y/N finished the full treatment for the wounds, briefly waking Peter up to tell him to get changed into some loungewear. He barely obliged, grumpy from having been woken up from his short nap. He pouted like a toddler, wanting to return to the “comfy bed with the nice blankets.” Y/N did her best to not laugh, admiring the adorable nature that came with him. He returned to the bed and Y/N made sure that he was comfortable enough without laying directly on top the wounds. She tried her best to be a better person and reluctantly played with his hair, hearing a small “thank you” in response. Peter fell asleep immediately, exhausted from a mentally and emotionally gruelling day.

Y/N watched as he finally relaxed into his sleep, thankful that she could at least help the superhero everyone loved.

Someday, I will love him. Just not now--not yet. I can’t let you in just yet.

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exosmutfactory · 4 years

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How I Look On You 002

Chun-hei is stuck between feeling too busy to commit and too young to settle down. And with her bustling book publisher business, bachelors and alike are all swarming around her for a chance at publicity. She’s doing a good job at keeping the men at bay—until Byun Baekhyun, that is. Doesn’t mean he’ll have it easy though.

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The Job

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I don't believe no one no more

Boy, show me what you're in it for

Been on the low when it comes to love (When it comes, when it comes to love)

Said, "Do you like how I look or just how I look on you?"

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“Jihun, please handle all my calls while I’m gone and call my mobile in case of emergencies.”

“Yes. Ma’am,” She chirps, periwinkle colored nails tapping steadily on her keyboard. “When can I expect you back?”

“About an hour,” Grabbing my coat, I swiftly slip it on, “I’ll be down at the bank making sure everything is in order.”

“Double checking your account, huh?” She teases, brow raised meaningfully as she peeks over her monitor.

“Of course,” I mumble, buttoning up and straightening my collar, “Those people love to mess my numbers up,” Reaching for my purse, I pause, turning back to her, “Better yet, make that 2.”

“Good thing you’re clear of meetings today.” She chuckles as I stroll by, “Be careful!”

I can’t help but scoff, tossing my hair over my shoulder with a smirk, “I always am.”

“I’m sorry, Ms. Kim.” The receptionist must notice the tick in my jaw, quickly checking something on the computer in front of her, “Mr. Lee isn’t here today but I can direct you to our 2nd finest-”

“Please do,” I mumble quietly, already counting the extra 30 minutes that will be added to this whole ordeal.

“He just finished up with his last client,” She tries to soothe, picking up the phone on her desk after punching in a few quick numbers, “Mr. Byun, another client is here to see you. Alright, I’ll send them right away.” Turning back to me, she gestures to the elevators, “Mr. Byun is on the 4th floor, 2nd door to the right.”

“Thank you.” I make my way over to them, sighing inwardly at ache beginning to settle in my heels. 6 years of wearing the same two-inch shoes to work and my flat feet never seem to grow used to it.

Reaching the 4th floor, I step out with light feet, maneuvering around a distracted lady in a suit before knocking politely on the designated door labeled ‘Mr. Byun.’

“Come in,” A deep voice calls. One that brings a shiver down my spine as I twist the knob. Sounds like-

Opening the door, I come face to face with my handsome one night stand; Byun Baekhyun.

His eyes widen in recognition before they narrow; angular jaw ticking in irritation. “Have a seat.”

My brow lifts in challenge, was that an order?

Recognizing the look on my face, he gestures to his desk, “Please.” He clears his throat, a red hue to his cheeks, “Have a seat.”

Shooting him a look, I sit on one of the leather chairs in front of his desk, crossing my legs as he settles into his own seat.

“How may I help you today?” He sets a stack of folders aside, briefly glancing up at me.

“I’m just checking up on a few things.” Catching myself before my eyes linger too long on his slender hands, I focus on the far wall instead. “Making sure the tax money went in and the security of the account.”

Baekhyun asks a few questions and I give him the necessary information, observing his nicely sized office and display of degrees on the wall. A Master’s degree, hmm?

“Everything is in order,” His voice brings me back to the present, my eyes accidentally meeting his, “The taxes went in on time and no unauthorized purchases have been made.”

“Good,” With a little hum, I move to stand, “Thank you, Mr. Byun.”

“-Are you uncomfortable?”

Pausing at the door, I look back at him, “Excuse me?”

“Do I make you uncomfortable?” His voice is void of any emotion, steely eyes reflecting my ablaze ones. “Please, feel free to request someone else next time.”

“You think I’m scared of you?” It takes everything in me to hold back a scoff, especially at the amused quirk of his lips. “Really now?”

He shrugs, “Well you sure seem to be shy around a one night sta-”

I hiss at him, making sure the door is completely shut before walking back to his desk with long strides. “If there is one thing I'm scared of,” I meet his eye, “It’s not you, Byun Baekhyun.”

“You sure do know how to be convincing, Kim Chun-hei.” He says my name mockingly, smirking even more, “Running away right after spending the night with me.”

I roughly plant my hands on his desk, “You are really getting on my nerves. One night stands are exactly that.” His eyes darkened the longer I talk, “No waking up next to each other. No sharing breakfast.” I lean closer, slowly pronouncing every word, “Just fuck and go.”

“What if I don’t want to be a one night stand?” His question is abrupt, firm and demanding. I reel back as if burned, “What?”

“What if I don’t want to be a one night stand?” He stands up, rounding around the desk as I back up, soon finding my back against a wall. “What if I want to see you more?”

“For sex?” I arch a brow.

A wave of emotions crosses his face before his eyes darken even more. “Yes,” Nodding firmly, he cages me to the wall; all firm, warm and enticing. His brown eyes locked onto my own, “I want you.” He licks his lips, eyeing me meaningfully.

“I have to be back by noon,” I mumble, using all my strength not to waver under his stare.

His brows raise in amusement, that wicked tongue of his once again licking his tempting bottom lip, “Give me 30 minutes.”

I scoff, tossing my head to the side with a roll of my eyes, “As if.”

“Fuck,” I sigh, tangling my fingers in his hair and tilting my head back as he trails kisses down my neck, sucking just enough to barely leave any marks, “Baekhyun.”

He hums in reply, setting me on the counter and rolling up my pencil skirt.

“I still can’t stand you,” I insist, already panting at the feeling of his wandering hand sliding up my thigh.

Baekhyun just smirks, planting a kiss behind my ear that causes my whole body to shake, “I know.”

Feeling my panties getting pulled to the side, I lean back against the mirror, closing my eyes as his cool hand meets my hot core.

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Sighing, I read over a belligerent email for the 3rd time, trying to figure out a way to reassure the recipient. A soft knock at the door pulling me from the censored words, “Come in.”

“Ms. Kim,” Jihun enters, walking with the grace of a cheetah, her blonde hair up in a perfect bun as always. “You have 3 meetings today-”

“Three?” Frowning, I glance down at the folders she sets on my desk.

“With the board directors, the author, and the bookseller.” Noting my sour expression, she raises a brow, “The seller being petulant again?”

“He’s throwing a hissy fit every week,” I groan, running my hand through my hair. “He knows the rules yet insists to bend them, it’s ridiculous.”

She sets down a coffee mug as well before taking a seat, “What’s is it this time?”

“He’s demanding to lead the whole process,” I mumble, squeezing my stress ball. “Because he ‘has the experience’ I don't care how experienced he is! His job is to sell books, not be breathing down mine and our workers’ neck!”

“Experience nothing, he has been working here barely 6 months.” Jihun points out, crossing her legs.

“Exactly,” I sigh, taking a tentative sip of mocha, “I don’t know how to break it to him and not seem...you know.”

“You make twice as much as him and this is your company,” Organizing the folders, she regards me with a level eye, “Tell him straight up either do what is expected of him or find another job. And trust me, you’re offering the most for his position in a 300-mile radius. He will yield.”

“Are you sure?” Eyeing her with a wary expression, I take another sip, “I rather not have to search for another seller at the last minute.”

“I’m positive.” Coming to stand by my shoulder, she assists in typing up a reply, looking it over with firm nods and hums. “If he knows what’s good for his paycheck, he’ll heed this warning.”

“Jihun, you’re the best,” I sigh, relaxing back in my chair.

She smiles, a teasing glint in her eyes, “I try.”

Recognizing the look on her face I shake my head, “No.”

“You sure are glowing these days,” She muses, looking me over as I paint a nonchalant expression on my face. “I’d swear it was a pregnancy aura if I didn’t know you well.”

Strangling a bit on a hot sip of mocha, I set down the cup, eyeing her with blank eyes, “I’ve been sleeping well lately.”

“Yeah,” She breezily agrees, pushing my hair back and revealing the faint trace of a hickey on my neck, “Not alone either.”

Turning a little red I lightly swat her hand away, tugging my hair back into place. “I have been...in good company.”

“Recently too,” She observes; cheeky grin not leaving her face, “Whose the lucky guy?”

Looking down at my mug as if it’ll save me, I give up with a sigh, flicking my eyes back to hers, “Baekhyun.”

“Baekhyun?” Her perfectly shaped brows crinkle in confusion, eyes moving back and forth in thought. Her head pops up; eyes wide, “The guy from the bar, Baekhyun?”

Nodding a little, I groan at the disbelieving look on her face. “Yes, that’s the one.”

“How did you two...” She eyes me with concern, “Meet again? You didn’t leave your number, right?”

Remembering the adorable look of betrayal on his face, I sigh, “Of course not. I met him down at the bank.” Leaning back and crossing my arms, I carefully take in the emotions crossing her face.

Her brow raises, “Investing?”

I wish. “He’s an accountant.”

“An accountant!?-” Glancing over her shoulder at the closed door, she leans closer, whispering, “Wait, so that day you came back an hour late...”

“Yeah?..” Aimlessly clicking around my computer, I inwardly kick myself.

“And you were limping...”

Sighing loudly before rubbing my hand down my face, I mumble in defeat, “Yeah...”

Jihun whistles. “Wow...dick too bomb, huh?”

Giggling despite myself, I nod, easily returning her knowing grin. “You know it.”

By the end of the day, I’ve gone through three more mugs of chocolatey goodness before I’m free. The cool breeze of late fall has never felt better.

Pulling my coat tighter around my form, I march down to the parking garage, grumbling at the bone-chilling wind. Once again a 67-degree, cloudless day prediction by the weatherman has turned into a barely 50-degree overcast horror of strong wind and chances of rain.

Barely three steps away from my car, the winded is knocked out of me; my back soon meeting a stone-cold wall.

“Fuck.” I hiss, glaring up at the chuckling fucker responsible. “Seojun,” I utter lowly; words catching in my throat.

“Hey baby,” He coos, cupping my cheek with an ice-cold hand that leaves me flinching, “Missed me?”

“Funny of you to ask,” I plaster on a bright smile that doesn’t meet my eyes, “Considering the fact that I haven’t even heard from you in-huh-10 months.”

“Aw Chun, you know I have business to attend to,” He pouts, insincerely, grinning like a Cheshire cat afterward, “Modeling isn’t just all about good looks-”

“Get off me.” I keep my eyes focused on the floor, just the thought of meeting his gaze making the last of my lunch come back up.

“What?” He asks as if surprised; unwarranted offense clear in his tone. I clench my jaw to hold back a wince when he grips it painfully tight. “What did you say?”

“She clearly told you to get off her,” Another voice echoes across the garage. A familiar head of obsidian hair rounding the corner to where we are partially hidden from view.

Seojun slightly turns to face the man as I try to hide in the shadows, “And who the fuck are you?”

“Her lawyer,” Baekhyun holds his gaze with a level look, fitting the part with his three-piece suit and a brown, worn-in leather bag tucked under his arm. “I suggest you leave before we press charges.”

Seojun scoffs. “As if anyone would believe some washed-up playboy over a celebrity.”

Baekhyun’s jaw clenches and I am filled with dread of what may come out his mouth.

“Well, they sure will believe hardcore evidence.” My wide eyes flicker over to Jihun as she steps into view; waving her phone with a forced smile on her face, “You wouldn’t want to be labeled as a harasser before your big runway event, hmm?”

Seojun looks between us all and I hold my breath, closing my eyes when he shoves me against the wall before storming away. The instant his footsteps fade, a click of heels fills the garage, “Chun-hei are you okay?”

Sighing out my nose, I open my eyes, “Yeah,” Cracking a grin I avoid her worried gaze and Baekhyun’s questioning eyes, “He was just being an ass.”

“Exes are the worst,” Jihun softly replies, grabbing my arm, “Come on, let’s go to your favorite ice cream parlor.”

“It’s cold as hell,” I whine, jumping when a chuckle caresses the back of my ear.

“Sorry,” Baekhyun emerges, joining my other side as Jihun leads me to my car. “I’m really in the mood for strawberry.”

“Funny how you too share a favorite flavor,” Jihun notes, looking between the two of us with a knowing smile.

“At least we don’t crave pints of green tea on a regular basis,” Unlocking my car, I gently brush away leaves from the window of my red Kia Cadenza.

“At least I know how to try out new flavors to expand my horizon, you uncultured heathen,” She rebukes, crossing her arms.

“It’s actually quite nice,” Baekhyun supplies, blinking when we both turn to him with amused and betrayed eyes, “What?”

“Score one for me,” Jihun singsongs, dancing off to her white Prius.

“Score one for me too,” I huff, stepping into my vehicle. Noting Baekhyun still standing there, I raise a brow at him, “Will you be joining us?”

He grins, “I gladly would, but my car is in the shop, so,” Smiling sheepishly, he shoves his hands in his pockets, “I should be getting home.”

I clear my throat. “Alright.” Disappointment fills my chest and I don’t know why.

He smiles, taking a few steps back before walking away.

“...Baekhyun?” I call.

He turns back, raising a brow and I feel silly for what I’m about to do. But I’ve already begun to seal my fate, so, “Hop in.”

“It’s not that funny,” I mumble at a laughing Baekhyun; carefully pulling his ice cream closer to the center of the table to avoid any accidents. I’m starting to wish Jihun didn’t have to rush back to the company “for reasons.” That sly fox.

“The guy has been working there for less than a year and expects you to hand everything over to him?” He snorts, covering his boxy grin as his spoon dangles from his slender fingers.

“I know right,” Sighing I take another spoonful of ice cream, humming at the creamy goodness, “I’m the CEO and Director, I’m pretty sure there’s no way he can handle both-or even one-of those positions.” Chuckling to myself I dig around for another cherry.

“Wait,” Baekhyun’s suddenly serious tone has my eyes slowly lifting to his, “You’re a CEO?”

Well, shit. “Yeah,” I drawl, taking another bite, “You didn’t know?”

He shakes his head, honest confusion in his brown orbs.

Sitting straighter, I mutter with a blank expression, “I’m the head of Kim Publishing.”

I expected a few things to happen—a gasp; a jaw drop; an exclamation of disbelief—but Baekhyun just leans back with a hand over his face. “Here I was thinking you were a lawyer or an undeniably sexy principal, but a CEO?” He groans, rubbing his hand down his face before peeking at me with eyes filled with a look I know all too well, “You just keep surprising me, Doll.”

“Do you even know my age?” I deadpan, ignoring the slight flutter in my chest.

He looks me over for a moment, “...23?”

I choke a bit on my dessert. “I’m 28.” And I'm flattered, really.

“You don’t look a day over 20,” He smiles, an expression that quickly falls off his lips when I deliberately lick every trace of ice cream from my spoon.

“Trust me,” I purr, leaning over the small table to stare him down and loosen his tie, “I can do a lot more than any 20 year old ever could.”

Baekhyun’s eyes are that dark shade of brown that I adore the most. He slaps a couple of dollar bills on the table before taking my hand and leading me out the parlor. “Come on, let’s get out of here.”

Giggling, I make sure no paparazzi is around while I'm lead back to the car. Licking my lips when Baekhyun climbs into the backseat and unbuttons his shirt; gazing at me with that knee-weakening smirk.

Leaving every bad memory at the door, I climb onto his lap and let him rock my world, and—ultimately—the car as well.

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A quick author's note:

Hi! Thank you for the support!

This fic may seem very fast-paced—it kind of is—but things will be slowing a bit down for the remaining chapters.

In other words, trouble is coming.

See you!~

#baekhyun smut #baekhyun romance #baekhyun angst #lets see if I can actually finish this in 5 weeks lmao

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What It Takes 19 Days mafia au

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A slender young man wearing a slightly rumpled fitted suit was seen sulking down the street, his companion had a bulkier build and was wearing the same. Both were tall and handsome, but the more muscular one was taller than the other and had black hair, while the other was platinum blond.

“I am starving, let’s get something to eat” the sulking blond whined.

“You know, considering what you do, it really amazes me how quickly you regain your appetite” the dark haired man sighed, recalling the unpleasant task his companion just completed before they left.

“As if you don't do this kind of stuff too. You're no saint either He Tian ” he replied defensively, hunching his shoulders.

“I don’t do that kind of stuff, my job is to watch after you Jian Yi. Sure I have to pull a few moves to do that, but at least they can fight back” He Tian shrugged as he mumbled the last bit, not wanting to upset the blond too much, he knew that if he had a choice he would not be doing what he is. As they were walking he spotted a quaint looking little restaurant and paused once he was in front of it.

Jian Yi pouted and faced away, “It's not as though I asked for any of this”.

He was well aware what he did would normally keep people up at night and it would not be wrong to say that usually one would lose their appetite after witnessing what he did.

He had not noticed his stopped companion and continued on walking for a few steps before turning around, raising a brow in question.

“Well, I thought you were hungry?” He Tian jerked his thumb in the direction of the restaurant, as if him standing in front of it was not enough of a hint.

Jian Yi shrugged and let his body guard hold the door open for him.

The restaurant was fairly small, and there appeared to only be one waiter on duty. It had an open kitchen and a long wooden bar with simple stools set up in front. Many of the stools were already filled, so the pair sat themselves at a table across from the bar instead.

He Tian took notice of the calm atmosphere of the restaurant, it was pretty quiet save for the sizzling of the food and the one other group sitting at the table nearest the doors. The people sitting at the bars must have come on their own seeing as there was at least one open seat in between each of them. It was still early morning so the rush had yet to begin, he suspected this small space would start to fill up in a few hours. There also appeared to only be one cook behind the counter, it may be a small restaurant but he wondered if another one joined him when it got busy.

The cook was actually quite eye catching, he was wearing a plain yellow t-shirt and had unusual red colored hair, his back was turned but if he had to guess his age he would say early 20s. He wondered how such a young man got himself his own restaurant.

As he gazed at the enticing cook a waiter finally walked up to their table, “Hello, welcome to The Mountain Fox . Here is your menu”

The waiter was a young man with spiky dirty blond hair and blue-grey eyes, he was probably the same height as Jian Yi. He had his sleeves rolled up to his elbow and the crisp white dress shirt fit snugly across his chest, suggesting a muscular build, but not as bulked up as the bodyguard.

“Thank you” He Tian politely replied. He glanced over at his unusually silent companion, his brows raised at the sight of Jian Yi staring slack jawed at the oblivious waiter.

After placing the menus and glasses of water on the table the waiter turned and left.

“...”

“Jian Yi?”

“Did you see him?”

“Who, the waiter? Yes I did, he is our waiter”

Jian Yi turned to He Tian, eyes wide and sparkling like a child who just got two king sized candies for halloween.

“He is?!”

He Tian rolled his eyes,“Yes, now what do you want to order?” he pushed Jian Yi’s menu closer to him and opened his own, “the sooner you do the sooner he can return to our table” he encouraged, amused with his companion’s obvious attraction to the admittedly handsome waiter.

Jian Yi snatched up the menu and He Tian returned to his own. Once he decided on his order he placed the menu on the table and found his eyes drawn back to the cook who was currently talking to their waiter.

Their eyes met for a moment and He Tian flashed him a radiant smile but was met with a displeased frown before the cook turned his gaze away.

Jian Yi had looked up just in time to watch the exchange. He smirked in amusement, He Tian was used to people liking him immediately, that smile he just gave was notorious for charming girls and guys alike. He hoped they would frequent this place in the future.

The waiter finally returned, pulling out a small notepad and pen from his waist apron, “Hi, are you ready to order?”

Jian Yi opted to hide behind his menu for the time being so He Tian decided to place his order, “Yes, I’ll take an extra spicy beef stew”

“Anything to drink?”

“No, I am fine with water”

The waiter looked over at the platinum blond expectedly, if he noticed the blushing, although it would be hard not to, he didn’t let it show.

“Uhhh, the same” Jian Yi squeaked, jumping a little in his seat.

“Water is fine?”

“Yes”

The waiter scribbled on his little notepad and made his way back to the counter. He didn’t make any move to give the order to the cook, they were sitting close enough that the redhead heard the order and started cooking as soon as the request left the customer’s mouth.

“Really?”

“What?”

“You want to eat extra-spicy beef stew?” He Tian inquired, Jian Yi usually orders mild, spicy food makes his nose run.

“Shut up, I couldn’t think straight”

“No kidding” He Tian smirked suggestively.

Jian Yi scoffed and attempted to change the subject, “Oh yeah, I saw the guy behind the counter reject your signature winning smile”

“He didn’t reject it, he probably couldn’t see it clearly”

“We are, like, five feet away from him, he can probably hear us talking about him now”

They both whipped their head around at the same time when they realized Jian Yi was most likely correct in his assumption.

The waiter was sat at a stool and turned his head slightly, side eyeing the two in casual acknowledgement before resuming scrolling through his phone. The cook resolutely kept his back turned to the whole ordeal, instead concentrating on driving his knife through the vegetables. Aggressively.

“Oh shit” the two customers muttered.

They sat in awkward silence until the waiter came around with their orders.

“Two extra-spicy beef stews” the waiter set two large bowls down in front of the suited men who both said their thanks in a subdued manner.

He Tian felt his mouth water at the enticing smell of the steaming stew and brought a spoonful to his mouth.

“Whoa!” He Tian considers himself pretty good at handling spicy food, but this was really spicy, but so delicious. He was about to go in for another bite when his attention suddenly shifted to Jian Yi red faced and desperately chugging water in front of him.

“Hey, are you okay?” He Tian asked with concern, if this was spicy for himself, he didn’t know how Jian Yi had survived the first bite.

“M’fine” Jian Yi choked out, tears pooling in the corners of his eyes. Needless to say, he was not fine.

As if on cue the waiter returned holding another large bowl of beef stew.

“Here, it seems like that one might be too spicy”, he replaced the bowl in front of Jian Yi, “it’s on the house”

“What! No it’s fine, it tastes great!” Jian Yi exclaimed, embarrassment further reddening his cheeks as he tried to wipe away tears and snot.

He smiled slightly, “I’m sure it does, but it’s even better when you can taste it”

Jian Yi chuckled nervously, “Haha, probably”

Before the waiter could leave He Tian spoke up, “Hey, do you think I could get that one to go, I would hate to see such good food go to waste”

“Of course, I will go pack it up”

After the waiter left Jian Yi buried his face in his hands, “That was so embarrassing, kill me”

“You know I can’t, my job is to keep you alive if you’ve forgotten”

Jian Yi was about to retaliate when a phone began to ring. He Tian pulled out his phone and frowned at the screen before excusing himself to take the call outside. Jian yi didn’t even have to ask who it was to know his father was the one who called.

He took a bite of the new stew and was happy to find that it really did taste better when he wasn’t dying from the spice.

He Tian sat back down with a sigh, “We have to head back after this”

Jian Yi didn’t reply and took another bite of his stew, He Tian glanced at him one last time before working on his stew as well.

The atmosphere got noticeably heavier; neither one necessarily disliked their job, but their boss was a different matter. Jian Yi’s father was known to be demanding and cruel, and he made sure that Jian Yi had become desensitized from a much too early age. And he hates him for it. Despite this the mafia business is his future, and he couldn't imagine belonging anywhere else.

They finished their meal and the handsome waiter came back with their check and the packed up stew. Jian Yi insisted to pay the bill, it’s not like it was really his money anyways. He Tian asked the waiter to send his regards to the cook for the delicious meal, saying this just loud enough for him to know the redhead to heared him say it as well.

They left quickly after that, Jian Yi had not said another word to the blue eyed waiter, his mood too dampened to do so.

He Tian considered lightening the mood by calling him out on it, but decided against it. They would have to get back to work soon-or more like Jian Yi would, He Tian is always on duty.

#19 days #jian yi #he tian #mo guan shan #zhan zheng xi #mafia au #mypost #myfanfic

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