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TOJI FUSHIGURO. ꒱‎

schoolgirl fit. ⋆ whats your speciality? (spanish ver.) ⋆ lo prefieres agresivo. ⋆ driving his cock into you. ⋆ his iconic tee + choking. ⋆ fixing your attitude. ⋆ fucking his cum back into you.

CHOSO KAMO. ꒱‎

desk pet. ⋆ bouncing on his length. ⋆ thigh fucking. ⋆ tying him up. ⋆ canon fucking. ⋆ mnmnm prone bone. ⋆ going at it like rabid dogs. ⋆ his moaaans. ⋆ whimpering mess. ⋆ pussy eating.

NANAMI KENTO. ꒱‎

hole inspections. ⋆ size kink. ⋆ sex education. ⋆ squirting. ⋆ groping you. ⋆ dick too good. ⋆ yours whenever, wherever. ⋆ facesitting. ⋆ pounding in the bathroom. ⋆ size comparison.

GOJO SATORU. ꒱‎

spreading your legs open. ⋆ teasing you. ⋆ idk but hes so hot. ⋆ cosplay. ⋆ worshipping his dick. ⋆ making out + fingering. ⋆ cuffs + buttplug. ⋆ waist holding. ⋆ backshots. ⋆ recording.

GETO SUGURU. ꒱‎

reversed roles. ⋆ geto w that good shit. ⋆ pounding you from inside his car. ⋆ bathtub blowjob. ⋆ youre so obnoxiously loud. ⋆ getting it hit. ⋆ that tutoring session escalated.

SUKUNA RYOMEN. ꒱‎

your throat is just a fleshlight. ⋆ bods givin sukuna. ⋆ that pussy grip. ⋆ rough fucking. ⋆ what a night. ⋆ cunt slaps. ⋆ humiliation kink. ⋆ a shaky wreck. ⋆ bouncing you on his dick.

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Ryomen Sukuna :

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He’s a sucker for double p

Ryomen big dick sukuna

Loves to use your throat

Satoru gojo:

He’s a freak

He’s a freak pt.2

Adores your pussy

He needs the intimacy

Suguru geto:

He takes his time with you

Tired after his cult activities

He loves you🫶🏼

He’s a Yearner

Ino takuma:

After a long day at work

Boobies

He loves when you touch him

Worships you

Shiu Kong:

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How he wants you to take care of him

He’s so romantic with how he fucks you

He knows how to make your pussy sob

Not So Tough Cookie

Dating Deku, your boyfriend tells you that Bakugo keeps bullying him. “He won’t stop bothering me”, he says. Being the tough cookie that you are, you decided to confront Katsuki about it. However, once you meet up with him he gives you a choice. “Either you let me fuck you and I’ll stop…or Deku gets it worse”. Having been given this ultimatum, you automatically said no. "There's no way I'm doing that", you stated. Katsuki looked around the hallway, quickly pulling you into the janitor's closet. "Are you sure about that?", Katsuki inquired. He quickly locked the door behind him. "Let me put it this way. You're the reason Deku hasn't dropped out already." He looked down at you. "And you know why that is?", he asked bluntly. You cocked your head to the side, "Why is that?".

Bakugo smirked, slowly getting closer to you. "Because someone's been coddling him." His body was mere inches from yours. You could feel his warm breath brush against your face as he spoke. "That little freak needs to toughen up”. You pushed him away, "Don't call him a freak. You're the freak for even bullying him. Grow up, we're in college now, Katsuki!". He let out a scoff as he stumbled back slightly, clearly not used to being pushed away by anyone. "Oh, so you're getting feistier, are you?" He closed the gap again, a challenging glint in his eyes. "I could always make you shut up, you know”. You backed away, hitting your back against the wall. "Make me shut up? I'd like to see you try. After all, I'm not scared of you". 

The bully seemed to enjoy your defiant attitude. A smirk crept across his face. He pressed his body against yours, trapping you against the wall. "Oh, you're not scared, huh?" He grabbed both of your wrists, pinning them above your head with one hand. You tried to get him off you, but he was too strong, "Let go of me, dumbass". Katsuki chuckled and leaned in closer, his face hovering mere a couple of inches from yours. "I don't think I will." He tightened his grip on your wrists, enjoying the look of frustration on your face. "You're not in any position to be giving orders, darling”. With his free hand, he moves it down to your neck, caressing your skin. 

His touch felt warm. He studied your face as he did so, an amused glint in his eyes. "You know, it's adorable when you try to resist me", he teased. "Don't act like you don't want this...I see the way you look at me. You need a real man. Not some weak geek". Getting even more upset, you spit in his face. "Unlike you, Deku is more of a man than you'll ever be", you said. Anger flashed in Katsuki's eyes and he wiped away the spit roughly. "You little..." He grabbed your chin, forcing you to look at him. "I'll show you just how much of a man I am." His hand traced a path down your body before stopping at your hip. "And I'll make sure you won't want Deku after I'm done with you”.

He tugs at your skirt, trying to get it off, "Help! Someone help!", you shouted. Katsuki quickly covered your mouth, muffling your cries. "Shut up! Do you want someone to hear you?", he hissed. "You're gonna shut up and take it. Understand?". Bakugo yanks at your skirt once more, successfully getting it off. You kept begging him not to do this, but he didn’t listen. “No panties? You’re a little slut aren’t you”, he chuckled. You squirmed in his grip, trying to fight him off before things get even worse. “If you stop this now…I won’t tell anyone”, you said. The bully scoffed, “Am I really supposed to believe that bullshit”. He lets go of your wrists, dragging you to a nearby table. With force, he aggressively bends you over, positioning himself behind you. 

“Let's see how good this’ll be”, he smiled. Putting two of his fingers in his mouth, the bully lubed up his digits, slipping them inside you. “Stop”, you gasped. He slowly thrusted them in, spreading his fingers to stretch out your hole. “You’re so tight, y/n”, he chuckled. “Now I see why Deku loves you so much”. Katsuki sped up the motion, going in harder. “Since you’ve been such a bitch towards me, I should add in an extra finger”. . You begged him not to but he didn’t care. You felt that extra digit go in, making it hurt even more. “Stop…please”, you whined. All he did was laugh at your pain, enjoying how your pussy kept tightening around his fingers. “Say you like it and I’ll stop”, Bakugo said. You shook your head, not wanting to give in to this. “N-no”. The bully rolled his eyes, “Alright then, you asked for it”. He went harder, hitting your cervix. Your knees, which held you up, started to buckle from the pain. 

“You’re starting to lose balance, baby”, Katsuki grinned. “Why don’t you give up this tough act and give in to me”. As stubborn as you were, you didn’t want to. However, the pain from the fingering was too much to handle. “I…like it”, you cried. Bakugo stopped, “What’s that dollface? I couldn’t hear you”. Sucking your teeth, “Did I stutter?”. Your attitude caused him to resume. The more he went, the more your legs started to give up. “Ok ok…I like it. I like it!”. The bully stopped, letting you drop to your knees. “See, that wasn’t so hard”. Watching you cry in the palm of your hands, Katsuki’s cock hardens. He unbuttons his pants, pulling it out. “Come here”, he demanded. You looked up at him with tearful eyes, seeing him stroke his dick. “I want you to suck it”. 

Bakugo grabbed you by the hair, forcing you to face his cock. “Open your mouth”. You looked up at him, shaking your head. “Do it damnit”. He pressed the tip to your lips, trying to force it inside. You tried to move your head, but his grip on your hair was strong. “Just open your fucking mouth”. Still being defiant, Katsuki slapped you in the face. “Ow!”. Once you opened up, he slid his cock inside, thrusting it to the back of your throat. The bully moaned, feeling the warm slick sensation of your mouth. “Fuck”. His hips slammed into you hard, making you gag repeatedly. “That’s it baby girl”. With no other choice, you decided to suck. You hollowed out your cheeks, making a tight fit around him. “Please hurry up”, you thought. As you held onto his thighs, Katuski went in deeper. His balls hit your chin, making you feel even more disgusted. “God this can’t be happening”. 

After a few more minutes, Bakugo’s thrusts became sloppy. “Shit, I’m close”, he groaned. He pulled his cock out your mouth, jerking himself. “I’m gonna cum on your dumb face”. He moaned and moaned, soon feeling his cum come up. Within seconds, his warm thick liquid hit your face. “Damn that was good”. He let go of your hair, freeing you from his grasp. You immediately scooted away from him, grabbing your skirt in the process. “You disgust me”, you hissed. Katsuki laughed, tilting his head. “Why are you putting your skirt back on?”, he asked, walking up to you slowly. “I’m not done with you yet”. He lunged forward, grabbing your ankle as he pulled you close to him. “No!”. You tried to kick him, but he managed to hold your legs down still. “Stop fighting. Look at all the fun we’re having together”, he smirked. 

The bully got down on the floor, forcing your legs apart as he got in between them. He pinned you down with one hand again as he lifted up your skirt. “Stop…please”, you begged. “I don’t want this!”. He ignored you, placing his warm tip against your soaked cunt. “You might not want this, but your pussy tells a different story”. Without warning he instantly penetrated you, causing you to gasp. You were in shock by how big he was compared to your boyfriend. “Fuck, you’re so tight”. His thick cock thrusted into your tight walls. “Fuck being his girlfriend, I should make you mine”, he said. You laid there on the cold hard floor of the janitor’s closet completely zoned out. 

You were in so much pain that you tried to block it out by pretending this wasn’t happening. “This isn’t real”, you mumbled. The sweat from Bakugo’s forehead hit yours as he went harder. He was bending you into all types of positions, seeing which one made you tighter. By now, your back was arched, ass red from his slapping. He dug his nails into the soft flesh of your waist, grunting like a caveman. You felt your dignity be fucked away from you as you were forced to take his dick. All you could think about was Deku. “He was right. I should’ve never tried to confront him”. 

❤~A Week Later~❤

Finishing up with your last class of the day, you met up with Deku near the dorms. Embracing him with a tight hug, he had some good news to share with you. “You won’t believe it. Bakugo stopped bullying me”, he said. You looked at him with a smile. “That’s good, sweetie”. He hugged you again, thanking you. “What did you do to make him stop?”, he questioned. Suddenly, your smile faded, soon returning. “Oh nothing! Just a little threat here and there”, you giggled. Deku felt something was off, but ignored it. “Aww, ok. Well thanks anyway”, he gave you a peek on the cheek as he grabbed your hand. “Are you ready for our date?”, he said. With a nod, the two of you walked off. Till this day…you never told your boyfriend what truly happened.

(previous part)

it's been a week since you've spoken to arranged!gojo, and he feels like he's about to start going crazy.

you don't speak during your meals, not even when he addresses you in a question. sometimes you spare him a glance, but he'd still rather see your icy glare than see nothing at all.

and he knows he fucked up. he knows that you seeing him alone with anya was perhaps the worst possible place you could’ve caught him, but he's been almost begging you to listen to him, to hear his side. but every time he goes to explain you leave abruptly, leaving him alone, feeling the looks of pity from those around the two of you.

and you know you're being petty. after all, the two of you are only bound by words, nothing else. if anything, the two of you were just becoming friends, so this shouldn't hurt you as much as it does.

but you hear the whispers of the ladies, hear of their secret proposals of how gojo would surely bed them if they just asked. how miserable he must be trapped with you, how this marriage is ruining his life. and you know anya, know about her history with him. before you were his wife you were the higher echelon wallflower, listening to all the gossip, observing from afar.

you've gathered some ideas in your head as to why he might want to speak with you. perhaps he wants to gently break the news that he's found a mistress, one that he actually loves. or that maybe he's already had one and now you know why he's been so secretive.

so the more he tries to talk to you, the more you pull away. you don't know why he cares so much, why this even matters to him. if anything, you feel like he should be content with your silence.

but he's not, and gojo grows more restless by the hour.

he decides he can't live like this anymore. tonight he's going to make you listen to him, even if you want nothing to do with him.

you're holed up in your room, talking with alina as she dabs lavender oil on your neck before you go to sleep. you know she knows about your silence with gojo, but ever friend, she does nothing to bring it up.

well, she wouldn't have to if he didn't come knocking feverishly at your door.

you watch in your mirror as she peeks her head out, her gasp of surprise causing a sinking pit to form in your stomach. you can hear how she scrambles with the titles of my lord, how she explains that you're nearly about to go to sleep.

it's late, the only light is the flickering of the candles on your nightstand. he should be asleep by now.

gods, you wonder for the millionth time this week, why does he care so much?

alina finishes up, closing the door slightly as she turns to you, her eyes finding yours in the mirror.

"i'm sorry my lady," she bows her head almost apologetically, "but my lord wants to talk to you. he's requested me to leave...if you'll excuse me," she bows, quickly leaving, not giving you any time to actually excuse her. you know she can't stay any longer, but you do wish she put up more of a fight. you watch her skirt bustle away, the door being left slightly ajar.

you try to act nonchalant, continuing to dab the oil onto your wrists as you look down, even when you hear the door click shut, even when you can feel his presence several feet behind you.

you sigh through your nose, heat rising to your cheeks.

"what?" you bite out, your own voice shocking you. you want to get this over with, not too desperate to hear about how he's ready to take on a mistress and shun you away.

you can hear him take in a deep breath, your eyes briefly looking up in the mirror to catch his, the same ones that make your knees weak, and avert your gaze.

"you haven't spoken to me in over a week," he says after a beat of silence.

you shrug indifferently, despite the fact that he could probably ask you the specific amount of hours it's been since the two of you had talked and you'd give an accurate number.

"i've been busy," you murmur, taking your earrings off as you place them gently in the little glass bowl to the side.

he doesn't say anything about your blatant lie, just nods slowly, as if he understands.

"i missed hearing you talk," gojo tells you quietly, almost as if his voice had been stuck in his throat, and you wonder if any man before him had ever tried to sweet talk his wife before he told her about his new mistress.

you don't say anything, still refusing to look at him as you stand up from your seat, turning off one of the candles near you as you smooth out some of the wrinkles of your nightgown.

"is this what you really want to tell me gojo?" you say bluntly, looking to the side momentarily, getting a longer look at his bulky figure, how he tries to make himself seem smaller, "that you miss my stupid jokes and dull stories?"

"they're not stupid," he quickly cuts in, his voice a little stronger, brows furrowed, "and i like your stories."

you roll your eyes, moving around the bed, to the side where he's not, and fluff your pillows. you've never found this useful, but it gives you something to do with your hands other than fidgeting with them.

truth be told, you're reflecting. you're scared of what it is he has to say, and so you try to appear stronger, and less caring, despite the fact that it's tearing you apart.

you try not to feel self-conscious of the fact that this is his first time ever seeing your room, or the fact that it's so bland. you didn't come to this estate with many things, and so you've tried to spruce up the space as much as you can, but aside from the few flowers and paintings on the wall, you fear it looks bland compared to everything else he's seen.

"and no," gojo adds, running a hand through his already tousled white hair as his arms crossed over his chest, and you finally allow yourself to stare at him, "that's not all i wanted to say."

he paused for a second.

"i don't know why i followed her out, or why i even stayed to hear her speak, but she kept saying these things about..." he trails off, gnawing on his lips as your eyes narrow slightly.

"me?" you finish for him, and his eyes dart to yours.

gojo nods a little bit, arms bulging a little bit as if remembering what she had said.

"i'm used to people staring at me, i lived with it my entire life. but with you, people..." he struggles to find words, "people stare longer. and i don't know why."

you raise a brow.

"do you want me to explain?" you say and he looks at you briefly, almost in a brazen way.

he shakes his head as if he had steered off track.

"that's beside the point. what i wanted to tell you is that she...she was saying some nonsense and i was about to leave until she offered for me to stay at the hostelry she was at." his blue eyes are wavering, his finger itching to get closer to you. this stupid bed is in the middle of you two and he wishes it were gone.

your breathing hitches a little bit, and you hope he doesn't see the sad tilt on your lips.

"so i banished her. or, well, i guess you saw her and then i banished her, but i would've done it regardless," he explains hurriedly, "look, i'm sorry...really sorry. if you want me to-"

"you banished her?" you cut him off, voice raised slightly in confusion.

his mouth gapes open for a second, and then blinks slowly, nodding.

"of...course," he tilts his head, his gorgeous head, slightly "you know that i am married, right? to you? she was offering to-"

"i thought you were going to tell me that you slept with her. o-or i don't know! that you were going to make her your mistress or something!" you spew out, your voice raised as you pace around the floor, moving a little bit closer to him as his eyes widen.

"why would you ever think that?" gojo says in a panicked tone, nothing like the man who commanded the northern army, but more like somebody who was watching his world burn in front of him.

"why?" you exclaim, shocked, "why? are you daft? every single woman wants to sleep with you! every single time we host those dinners, o-or we go to those parties, they look at you and they look at me and they pity you. i hear the whispers of the ladies, how they wouldn't mind being the other woman."

gojo hears the way your voice wavers, how your lips tremble, and the way you try not to let your bottom lip quiver. he sees the way you try to stay strong, to keep your image unbridled, but right now he feels like he's watching you break and he doesn't know what to do.

"so? what makes you think i'd do anything with them?" gojo argues, his voice raised a little bit, not in shouting, but in genuine disbelief.

you take a moment to step back and observe his behavior, and a nagging voice in your head tells you that he's telling you the truth. that he's concerned and worried, that maybe all he came to tell you tonight was an apology.

but that can't be correct.

so you sigh, your arms crossed over your chest protectively.

"i...i don't know," you murmur, "you sleep in another wing, you're always away. i thought...maybe..." you can't meet his eyes, fidgeting with the ring on your finger.

gojo takes a step forward, lips parted, cheeks rosy and flushed.

the two of you don't say anything for a minute, his chest heaving up and down. you feel like there's a weight both removed and added onto your shoulder.

"why didn't you say anything?" he whispers, "did you think...did you think i was...?" he can't finish the sentence, the words themselves too gruesome.

he doesn't say anything as he takes another tentative step closer.

you watch him, your eyes mirroring one another.

"i made a vow to you," his voice is heavy, traveling across the spanning stone walls, going deep into your bones, "and even if you prefer me to be your friend, i'll keep to that vow till the day i die."

your eyes gloss over, lips trembling.

you don't say anything, taking a couple steps forward as you smash against his chest, face crumpling against the stone wall of his torso as you hug him tightly, hoping that he can't feel the tears that seep through his nightshirt.

never in your life has somebody made a promise to you. and never in your life has somebody kept to that promise.

"thank you," you murmur, your voice muffled as his arms wrap around your body, steady and strong.

"and anyways, i'd prefer to be married to you than those miserable women any day," he mumbles into your hair and you laugh wetly, squeezing your arms tighter.

"really?" you say, tears blurring your vision.

"really," he hums, not able to say anything because he fears what you'd say if he told you that he'd rather be your husband and your friend. but he'd keep that inside, respecting your wishes.

if only he knew you wished the same.

oh to be trapped under the weight of a sweet loving man who’s twice my size

That’s your dad?!

Toji Fushiguro x Reader

Synopsis: Who knew your friends dad was so hot? And so….forward….

Warnings: VERY explicit smut. My mouth was watering as I wrote it. I need this man.

Word Count: 2.5k

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“Megs, how come we’ve never seen your dad?”

The conversation went quiet at Nobara’s question as the room directed their attention to Megumi.

“Uh—well, he’s not around much.”

“Around much? He’s never around. And a good thing as well. He’s a douche.” Gojo’s comment earned a slap on the leg from you, making the grown man wince in pain.

“That’s still his dad. Be nice to your students. This is why I’m their favorite.”

“Okay back to the topic at hand, what does your dad look like?” Nobara pushed the topic, dying to know more about Mr. Fushiguro.

“I mean, like me I guess? Except older, covered in muscles and smug.”

“Ha! That’s an understatement.”

“What is, Gojo? That he has a lot of muscles? You jealous or something?” You teased the man, making him lift the side of his blindfold to eye you.

“You’re funny.”

Yuji laughed at his teachers expression, turning to beg to see a picture of Megumi’s dad.

“Well, he’ll be home soon. You guys can see him when he gets here.”

The excitement in the room only grew as time went on. Everyone wanted to see the infamous Toji Fushiguro.

Pretty soon, the students and you and Gojo lowered your voices down to whispers at the sound of heavy footsteps creeping down the hall.

“Meg, why the hell are there so many cars—” the man’s sentence was quickly cut off when he rounded into the room, tall frame bracing himself on the door frame. His tight, black shirt slightly rising above his waistline to display a strip of pale skin.

Your mouth watered.

“Yeah, sorry dad. My friends wanted to come over for a bit.”

His dads eyes scanned the room, meeting yours as a smirk tugged on his lips.

You shifted in your seat, eyes turning downward which drew a chuckle from the man’s lips as he swung his arms down from the doorframe. His large hands clapped together, slinging arms across his chest, causing his muscles to bulge.

“Well, nice to meet you brats. Gojo.”

“Fushiguro.” The man beside you didn’t hide the disdain in his voice. Annoyance dripping in his tone.

“Well, mind introducing me to these kids?”

“Yeah well you know Gojo. That’s Yuji and Nobara. Sitting beside Gojo is Y/N.”

The smirk on his face grew, eyes narrowing as he flicked his gaze back to you, a hand reaching up to rub across his chin.

“Y/N? Don’t think I’ve met this lovely lady. You a teacher?”

“Yep. She’s a newly graduated sorcerer. She’s great.” Gojo cut in.

“Mm, I bet.” Toji’s eyebrow raising at the statement.

The silence that fell over the room made you shift in your seat again.

“Well, I won’t intrude. You kids have fun.” The wink he sent was directed your way before he stalked off.

Your eyes never left his frame as he left. He was the perfect mix of tall, dark and handsome. Danger dripping off him. Something you liked in a man….

“Megumi, that’s your dad???” Nobara whispered through her teeth, swatting at the boys arm.

“Ow.”

“He’s so hot!”

“Ew! He’s Fushiguro’s dad! Don’t say that!” Yuji interjected. “Gojo, you hearing this?”

“I am. My ears are bleeding. Why do you think like this, Kugisaki?”

“Oh come on! Y/N, back me up here!”

You looked at the pleading girl and fought the smile that creeped onto your lips.

“Well, he is an attractive man.”

“See?! Your dad is a total DILF, Megumi.”

“Dilf?”

“Yeah, dad I’d love to fuck. Dilf.”

“Please don’t say that about him ever again.”

“Oh please, I bet even Y/N would fuck him. Wouldn’t you?”

Your eyes widened as you crossed your arms.

“Is that an appropriate question to ask you teacher?”

The girls shoulders dropped as her expression remained frantic. She pointed a finger at you and smiled.

“I know you totally would. I just so happen to know your type!”

Gojo sat up at this, uncrossing his legs to lean into the conversation.

“And that is?”

“Tall, dark, handsome, older…”

“What???” Gojo exclaimed, leaning forward in his seat as he slapped a hand on your leg, earning a slap back from you. “That’s LITERALLY me. Why don’t you date me?”

“You’re….you….” The dumb look on the man’s face made the kids crack up, Yuji falling over in his fit.

“Ha! Gojo Sensei, she told you!” Yuji said through his giggling fit.

“Yeah, well, it’s your loss.”

You rolled your eyes at the man, reaching over to pat his cheek. “Yeah, I’m sure it is. I need to pee, Megs, where’s the bathroom?”

“You can use the one upstairs. Second door on the left.”

You nodded and made your way out of the room, thinking about the man that had just stood in the same doorframe you just walked through.

He was so gorgeous. Long, black hair falling across his facial features. The scar on his lip only accenting his handsome face. The smirk making him look extra good.

You couldn’t get over how….big he was. Sure, Gojo was tall and handsome, but the beefy build of Fushiguro’s dad was just what you liked. Especially when the man wore form fitting tshirts and flaunted how big he was by holding onto the top of doorframes.

Once you stopped your daydreaming, you discovered you had made it to the top of the stairs, but you couldn’t remember where the hell Megumi said the bathroom was.

First door on the right? No, it was the third on the left, right?

You opened the first door you saw, jumping in shock.

“Oh! I’m so sorry!”

Toji stood from his bed where he sat shirtless, same smirk tugging at his lips.

“Oh you’re fine. Need help?”

“I-oh yes! I’m looking for the bathroom?”

The man tilted his head as he sized you up, smirking at your nervous expression.

“Second door—”

“On the left! I knew it! I’m terrible with directions.” You replied, cutting him off in the process.

“Yeah, well, you’re more than welcomed to just use mine.

You followed the direction of his pointed finger, walking in the direction of the closed door. You admired the way his muscles flexed from the motion, cheeks burning hot at his shirtless body standing five feet from you.

“Thank you, Mr. Fushiguro.”

“Call me Toji. I want all my good friends to call me by name.” His wink made your stomach flip.

“We’re friends?”

“I’d like it if we were.”

You gave him a small smile as you made your way to the bathroom, swiftly closing the door and leaning back against it. A hand flew to your forehead, brushing hair out of your face and moving down to cradle your hunting cheek.

You quickly finished your business, taking a deep breath before unlocking the door, only for it to be met with a broad chest before you.

Toji peered down at you, eyes hooded and clouded over with a mischievous look.

“You’re a very pretty thing.”

“Oh, we’ll thank you.”

Your fingers began to pick at the skin on your thumbs anxiously, wanting to escape this beautiful man. Not that you didn’t mind his presence, he was just very intimidating.

“Of course. Want to stay and chat? Have a little break from the kids?”

“Oh well, I should really be getting back.”

“Hmm, right, I’m sure your boyfriend will be missing a cute little thing like you.”

Your eyebrows furrowed at the comment, confusion written on your face.

“My….boyfriend?”

“Yeah, Satoru. You two seem close.”

You let out a breathy chuckle, shaking your head in denial.

“Oh, absolutely not! He’s just a friend. Well, he’s interested, but I’m certainly not. Never.”

The man chuckled, guiding you out of the bathroom and back into his room.

“That’s good news. Makes me feel less guilty for being curious about you.”

You stood in front of him, this tall frame blocking you from the door.

“Curious about me? Why?”

“Well, like I said,” he took a step closer to you, reaching a hand up to twirl a piece of hair around one of his thick fingers and sighed. “You are a very pretty woman.”

“You’re not so bad yourself.”

The piece of hair was twisted right around his finger, allowing him to deliver a tug to it, causing you to wince.

“Thanks, doll. You’re going to make an old man like me blush if you keep that up.”

His hand drifted from your hair to your neck, brushing the hair away and as gently as possible, he stroked a finger down the expanse of your neck and down your shoulder, stopping at your hand. He took your hand, lacing fingers with his as he took another step towards you to close the distance even further.

“You sure your friends would miss you? Let’s talk for a bit.”

You swallowed the thickness that was building in your throat, trying to relieve some pent up nerves.

This man impossible.

“I’m not so sure that’s a good idea.”

“And why do you think that, hm?”

“Because I don’t think you are content with just sitting and talking.”

The man began to rub his thumb across your hand. His eyes stared deeply into yours, breath fanning across your face and blowing stray hairs back into place.

“Come on now, I don’t bite. That is, if you don’t want me to.” His hand lifted yours to his eye level, delivering a kiss to your palm, eyes never leaving yours.

“So that must mean you’re well trained?” You said, finally grounding yourself and shaking some of the nerves off. You’re a badass sorcerer, dammit. Why should you cower from him?

Or maybe your desires were starting to get the better of you.

“I don’t know about that. I’m not anyones dog. But, I bet you’d look good on all fours.”

You felt like you were going to explode. The sultry tone I’m his voice mixed with the hooded eyes that eyed you made you melt.

“So, what’s it going to be, Y/N? You staying or going?”

You could hear the giggles from down stairs from your friends. The walls were thin and you knew their suspicion would soon get the better of them if you didn’t come back soon.

But, Toji was standing before you in all his glory, wanting nothing more than to “spend more time with you.”

“What the hell, why not?”

“Perfect.”

He walked you over to the bed, making you sit as he laid down, propped against the headboard as he watched your arms cross in your lap.

“Make yourself comfortable. I told you, I don’t bite.”

You scooted closer to him, brushing shoulders at the closeness and smiled at him, making him sigh.

“So cute, but,” he leaned over, grabbing your hips and moving you so you sat in his lap, chest to bare chest. “This is what I meant. Isn’t this nice?”

You nodded, eyes flittering up to his. “I won’t complain.”

He sighed again, death grip still on your waist as he did.

“I should have visited the school sooner. Can’t believe I’ve been missing out on time with such a pretty girl. Megumi didn’t tell me how beautiful his teacher was.”

His hands shifted your hips, gently pushing you down to feel him beneath his pants.

You let out a sigh, mouth falling open as you felt the hardness beneath his pants.

“Toji….”

“Hm?”

“If you’re going to fuck me, you better do it quick. They are going to start wondering where I am.”

“Well, well. Don’t you have a nice mouth on you? As you wish, doll.”

His hand returned to its position on your neck, hand reaching around to weave into your hair and drag your face to his, both of your lips meeting for the first time. His mouth meshed with yours perfectly, working against each other in a slow, deep motion.

However, that didn’t last long. Once his hands worked their way down, squeezing your arms, then hips, then ass, you let out a gasp. This allowed him to sneak his tongue in, devouring you deeper.

He groaned as your hands found their way to him. One hand pulled his locks at the nape of his neck, the other digging nails into his bicep. His bare chest pressed into yours, pushing you back as his hands made their way down to your thighs and pulled you up.

Your lips parted for a moment as he literally tossed you on the bed, causing you to bounce against the springs and look at the man in shock.

“I’m going to enjoy this.”

His tone was deep and gravely from your kisses. His eyes had darkened, and they never left yours as his large frame crawled on top of yours, slotting himself between your thighs. His groan met yours, allowing you to feel his length that strained against the confines of his pants.

You let out a soft moan, hand coming to your mouth to silence you in fear that your friends would hear you.

“Ah, ah, ah.” He tutted you, pulling your hand away from your mouth. “If you can be quiet, I want to hear you. But you better keep your voice down. ‘“Less you want your little friends to hear you.”

His hips rolled into yours again, causing you to slide across the sheets at the force. His strength was amazing and your underwear dampened at the thought of how good his thrusts must be.

He captured your mouth in another kiss, hands working to take your clothes off, kiss only breaking for a moment as he pulled them off.

His eyes raked over your body, taking in every detail.

“Nice. Very nice, doll.”

His hands that caged your body under him were removed, only to find there way onto each side of your waist. They slowly ghosted up your skin, leaving goosebumps in their wake. He’s hands reached your breasts, taking them into his large hands and squeezing. Another moan left your lips as he tweaked your nipples, pinching them between his callused fingers.

“You have the perfect pare of tits, you know that?”

You didn’t have the time to even think of an answer because his mouth was back on yours. This time, the pace was ravenous. His mouth was sloppy and overpowering, making you sink into the mattress beneath you. His mouth broke off from yours, kissing it’s way down your neck and chest to your breasts. He took each nipple into his mouth at a time, sucking and twirling his tongue, leaving your breasts shining in the faint light from the lamp.

“Toji, please—”

“Be patient. I know what you want. But you’re going to have to be. Patient.”

His domineering tone made your legs shake slightly. It sounded so good coming from him.

His tongue drug a stripe down from between your breasts, across your stomach and stopped right above your mound. You could see your chest rising and falling in anticipation, so ready for him to touch you already.

“Where do you want me, doll? Here?” He asked as he kissed right below your belly button.

“Here?” A kiss to the top of your right thigh.

You groaned, eyebrows knitting together as you shook your head.

“Or here?” His hands spread your thighs further, head between them as he kisses your inner thigh, inches from where you needed him. You could almost feel yourself leaking down to the bedsheets.

His eyes never left you as he lifted a hand to your naked core, thumb pushing through your folds to ghost over your opening to wet his appendage and slide it to your clit to rub in small circles.

“How about here? You like that?”

“Yes! Yes, Toji. Please I need you to touch me there.” 

“As you wish, doll. You’ve been so patient.”

His thumb continued to rub harsh circles on your clit, causing you to throw your head back. He drew a groan from your lips again when he moved his head down to add his mouth to the mix. His tongue came out to lick a stripe up your entrance, causing you to buck your hips into his face. He welcomed the force, letting out a chuckle that vibrated your pussy.

“Feels good, right?”

You nodded, even though you know he didn’t see it. His fingers switched places with his mouth, moving to make out with your clit as his fingers poked at your entrance. His tongue continued to lick long stripes, drinking every bit of you he could get.

Two fingers slipped in, causing you to whisper his name and buck your hips again. You felt his smile grow as he began to curl those fingers inside you, mouth and tongue never letting up.

Your high approached quickly, making your body feel hot as you reached a hand down to grip his hair.

“Toji, stop, I’m about to—bout to cum.”

He ignored you though, only adding another finger inside and to add more pleasure, pace remaining the same and drawing out a languid moan.

Your breath quickened as you panted, body burning with the need to cum. And your needs were answered when he hummed into your core, rattling you to the bones as your legs shook, squeezing around his head as you came on his fingers.

You didn’t have time to recover though, the man was desperate to be inside you. He pulled out of your hold, licking his fingers clean and wiping the his mouth on the back of his hand like a starved man after a delicious meal.

“Turn.”

His words didn’t quite reach you.

“Huh?”

Your panting chest was soon pressed into the bed as he flipped you, pulling your hips up so you were propped on your knees, back arched and on full display for him.

“Huh, I was right. You do look good on all fours.”

The man chuckled as you teased him, wiggling your hips to show your eagerness to have him inside you.

His hand slapped down on your ass, his chuckle filling the room as you jerked, pussy fluttering at his harsh delivery. His eyelids lowering as he admired the way your body reacted to him.

“You ready?”

As soon as your confirmation left your lips, his tip was pressed to your core, pushing in and pulling back out to rub against the length of your pussy.

“Hm, how about you beg? I want to hear how bad you want me.”

You were about to give him what he wanted when a knock sounded from the door, making your heart drop and eyes widen.

“Hey, Dad, have you seen Y/N? She had to go to the bathroom and hasn’t been back for a while.”

You winced are Megumi’s voice, but more so from how Toji had placed his dick at your entrance again, pushing past your folds slowly. You pushed your face into the sheets, begging whoever was listening to make Megumi leave and for you to keep quiet.

“Yeah, I talked to her. She wasn’t feeling well, she called a ride to take her home.”

He fully pushed in once he finished his sentence, tongue lobbing out at the feeling of your gummy walls fluttering around his length. You bit into your hand at the burning sensation, pain easing as you adjusted to his length. A good thing too, because he wasted no time in pulling out and sheathing himself back into you at a hard, slow pace.

“Oh, okay. She left her phone. Thanks.”

Once the footsteps disappeared down the hall, Toji leaned down over you, chest flush to your back as he pushed all the way into you, heavy balls slapping against your clit.

His breath fanned over your face as he moved your hair out of your face, pressing a kiss to your cheek only to lick a stripe across it after.

“That was close, huh? Your student almost caught his dad fucking his teacher.”

You moaned as his hand slid up your scalp, grabbing the roots of your hair and pulling your head back. He began to quicken his pace, deep thrusts fucking into your cervix.

Your walls stretched with each thrust, your slick coating his cock and leaving a ring of white around the base that dripped down to the bedsheets.

“That’s a good girl, you feel so good. You like my cock? Feel good?”

You let out a moan in reply, unable to form proper words as he shoved your head down, leaning forward to pound into you faster, pushing in impossibly deeper.

You felt the heat creep into your core again, traveling into your chest. Your entire body felt like it was on fire as he fucked you.

His left hand squeezed your hip, pulling you back to meet his thrusts as the other had you by the back of the neck, slightly squeezing as he pressed your head down.

“What a good little thing you are. You’ll have to come over more often.”

Both of you neared your highs, Toji’s thrusts began to become sloppy as he watched the jiggle of your ass every time his hips slapped into yours. He threw his head back as your walls began to squeeze him.

You had never orgasmed as hard as you did just then, his cock pressing deep into you, cumming as his tongue lobbed out, licking his lips as spit rolled off and onto your ass. Yours and his moans mixed well, filling the room with the sounds of pleasure.

Your body collapsed, Toji slipped out as you dropped to the bed. He groaned as the cool hair hit his dick and his eyes wandered down to you to watch the mixture of both his and your cum ooze out of you.

He swiped a finger across you, gathering the mix to suck into his mouth. He moaned as he dipped them down again, gathering more and bringing two fingers up to your mouth.

“Want a taste?”

You gladly took the fingers into your mouth as you tiredly licked them clean, taking them out with a pop. Toji chuckled at this and plopped down beside you.

With that same hand, he grabbed your face, pinching your cheeks together to pucker your lips for him.

“Pretty, pretty girl. You did so good for me. You’re a good little slut.”

With that, he pulled you into a kiss, pulling the sheets over your body. His hands gripped your waist, pulling you into his chest, content with keeping you for the rest of the night.

As the both of you fell into a deep slumber, you were unaware of the people leaving downstairs.

Gojo was the last to leave, walking with Megumi as the boy showed him out, almost begging the man to hurry up and leave.

However, the two men stopped their conversation as they came to the door, looking down at the pair of shows that sat by the entrance.

“Aren’t those Y/N’s?”

Megumi’s ears burned hot. He knew he should have been more curious to why you left without saying goodbye. Should have been even more suspicious of his dads behavior.

“I’m going to fucking kill my dad.”

COMPETITION

Description: You are a fellow member of The Survey Corps. A member that everyone wants to be with.

Content: Slight NSFW mentions, swearing. Eren is still an ordinary scout.

“Oh, fuck off, Jean!”

Eren’s unfortunately familiar voice blasted through the mess hall. It was one of those days, apparently, one of those days in which commanders, captains, and soldiers alike would roll their eyes at the never-ending bickering between Yeager and Kirstein. They would munch on their servings of bread, chewing into the stale grain with every bit of annoyance they commonly felt when Jean and Eren would ruin meal time with their conflicts. A little rookie, a sweet girl with hair as red as fire, was even familiar with the tired routine. She hadn’t even been on her first scouting mission yet.

Like some sort of ritual, inevitable clockwork, Mikasa and Armin would rise in between the two boys, who glared holes in one another as they clenched their fists at their side.

“Guys, please, not tonight,” Armin would plead, plastering on a nervous grin.

“Eren,” Mikasa started, grabbing the brown-haired guy’s wrist in an attempt to de-escalate the situation, “don’t.”

Sometimes, they would listen. Sometimes, they would sit back down without a fuss, spending the rest of their meal time muttering to their friends about each other. And, other times, it would take Captain Levi giving them a quick and terrifying kick to the stomach to sort them out.

It was the same routine for years and years, starting long ago, when they were only trainees at the age of twelve, to now, when they stood as skilled soldiers at the age of nineteen.

But today, Eren ignored them.

So did Jean.

Neither one of the boys would back down without a fight, even if their faces, red with anger, ended up meeting Captain Levi’s boot.

No.

They would fight long and hard if necessary.

Neither one of them planned to give up fighting for something–or, someone–they both wanted.

You.

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Eren’s bright eyes flickered away from Jean’s intense glare for only a moment. He saw you, quite a short distance away, sitting with your friends. You froze. Your beautiful eyes that he loved so damn much watched the scene taking place between the soldiers, widened with curiosity over what could possibly be going on. The warm potato soup you scooped up with your spoon was starting to spill back over into your bowl from your lack of movement. You were friends with both Jean and Eren. Close friends. Known each other for years. Cadets of the 104th. Because of that, seeing them fight was as common and expected as watching the sun rise and set each and every single day. However, when Eren’s eyes locked with yours for only a brief second, you knew something was different. You watched them carefully, but without the slight clue that they were fighting over you.

Armin glanced over at you as well, but you didn’t notice his big blue eyes staring. The poor boy’s throat dried to a crisp. A small bead of sweat fell from his moist forehead, and he swallowed nervously.

He raised his hands defensively between Jean and Eren. Everyone would assume that Arlert was simply nervous over the thought of them getting into a fist fight during dinner time, but no.

Deep within himself, his own rotten secret was twisting up inside of his gut, making him feel sick. His eyes danced between Eren, Jean, Mikasa, and you.

After all, if anyone knew what he wouldn’t dare utter with his own tongue, he would have been right in the middle of Eren and Jean’s rage.

Armin wanted you too.

The blonde soldier was known for his brilliance, and being as smart as he was, he knew exactly why Eren and Jean wanted to smash each other’s faces in. Of course, neither one of them happened to be the best at keeping their crushes a secret, but you still did not manage to catch on. Armin, to his own shock, was quite good at hiding his crush, at least, in his own eyes. Truth be told, Armin tended to get shy and blushy around everyone. Therefore, he acted the same way around you that he apologetically acted around others.

He glanced around the mess hall. He wondered how many others had a crush on you as well. He could imagine that most people did. In the world they were regrettably forced to live in, with the enemies they were bred to endure, love was the only thing anyone had left to fight for. Love was the driving force that sent soldiers to their deaths on horseback. Love was the reason why friends and family lived and died for each other. Why Eren pulled Armin out of the jaws of a titan. Why Mikasa saved Eren over and over again. Why Jean’s mom wrote him letters and made him food. Why anyone bothered to get out of bed and live another day in a world that couldn’t have been any different from Hell.

And you?

With those beautiful eyes that everyone got lost in. That body that everyone wanted to hold, touch, and see. That laugh that made everyone wonder if that’s what the entrance to Heaven sounded like. The bravery that saved lives during missions. The kindness that made everyone want to keep fighting for humanity.

You.

Damn you.

Damn you for making anyone and everyone feel this way.

Jean wiped the away the moisture from his drink trickling across his upper lip, his eyes never daring to sneak away from Eren’s, even when Yeager snuck a quick peek at you from where you sat, still and cautious, frozen with a spoon full of soup as you watched them with wide, curious eyes. Everyone watched them. Silently.

“What’s going on this time?” Sasha mumbled, her dumbfounded expression over the current escalating fight brewing in the middle of dinner time not quite contrasting against her common behavior, as she reached for another piece of bread, nevertheless.

“I don’t know,” you mumbled back to her, your best friend.

Captain Levi sipped on his tea, his poker face not vanishing for a moment as he watched Jean and Eren.

“Do you think we should intervene? This could get kinda ugly!” Hange scream-whispered, the commander’s visible eye widening as they looked at Levi with great worry.

Levi said nothing.

He knew what this was all about.

He was either extremely observant, or all of his fellow soldiers and comrades were plain stupid. It was obvious to anyone who wasn’t underneath your spell what the fight was about. However, little did poor Eren and a clueless Jean know that they weren’t the only ones who wanted you.

Armin, the very person trying to break up the fight, wanted you just as badly.

And so did Connie.

And Sasha.

And Reiner, and Bertholdt, before they left.

The new, nice guy with the weird haircut.

The girl with the long hair.

Levi could bet that others did as well. With that bittersweet knowledge, he took another sip of his tea.

“E-Eren, Jean, listen,” Armin swallowed thickly. “Don’t fight. You’ll get in trouble, and…” he leaned in, dropping his shaky voice just a beat below a whisper, “she won’t like it.”

His words seemed to snap some sense into Eren and Jean. The trance of glaring hatred that they were trapped in broke instantly. They fidgeted, their eyes darting everywhere, cheeks burning red with embarrassment.

Armin caught a glimpse of Mikasa’s confused face. She heard what Armin said, and truth be told, it saddened her. She knew exactly who her friend spoke of, and she despised the thought of Eren liking someone. Someone that wasn’t her. Armin gave her an encouraging nod, and Mikasa touched the red scarf wrapped around her neck.

The smaller guy wasn’t quite sure why he didn’t let Jean and Eren make a fool of themselves. It would have started to thin out the competition for your heart, putting him in the lead above the two, assuming there was some sort of ranking, and that he was lacking.

“Whatever,” Eren uttered, glaring down at his bowl of food as he sat beside Mikasa once more. “Let’s just eat.”

Jean retreated back to his own seat. He felt a bit embarrassed, as the entire situation kicked off simply from overhearing Eren talk about how he was able to train with you all day. Eren spoke innocently, mentioning your name casually as one would do a friend, but Jean knew better. He knew that Eren was bragging. Purposely bragging loud enough for Jean to hear, wanting to plant the ugly seed of jealousy within horseface.

“Nice that you were able to train with Y/N and all, but all that fighting wont change the fact that you’re a little runt!”

“What’d you just call me, horseface?!”

“I called you a little runt!”

“Oh, fuck off, Jean!”

And, now, dinner continued in silence. A small buzz of conversation persisted passively between each group of comrades, but Eren and Jean stayed quiet. So did Armin. And everyone else who had a crush on you. They each looked around at every face at every table, wondering who all held the same feelings for you.

Mentally, each one of them made it a competition between themselves and their unknown competitors.

A competition for your heart.

“Jean, that idiot, he better back off if he knows what’s good for him! Y/N’s as good as mine!” Eren thought, frowning angrily at his bowl of cold soup.

“Watch your back, Yeager. You might have all the cool powers or whatever, but I don’t mess around either, especially when it comes to her,” Jean thought, his chin resting in his palm, his light brown eyes glancing over at you.

“Maybe…maybe asking Y/N to train with me would be a good way to spend more time with her without upsetting anyone,” Armin thought, ripping tiny pieces of his bread off mindlessly as he plotted.

“I know what I’ll do! I’ll make her my favorite meal! I know I’d fall in love with someone if they made me my favorite meal, it has to work!” Sasha thought, smiling sweetly at you.

"I've gotten a lot stronger lately, and more good looking if you ask me. Maybe I should go ahead and ask Y/N out or something...right?" Connie thought, chugging down his soup.

Captain Levi smirked. It was a small, gentle movement of the face, one that hardly existed at all. As he finished up his cup of tea, he glanced over at you.

You smiled at your captain shyly.

“Fools,” he thought. “Don’t they know that this isn’t even a competition? After all, I’m the only one who gets to hold her. Kiss her. Take off all her clothes. They’re fighting for something I’ve already won.”

Levi nodded in your direction. You knew exactly what that meant. You hopped up excitedly, mumbling an excuse to your friends as to why you needed to leave dinner early.

As you made your way to where Levi would be fucking your brains out tonight, he waited a few moments before following you out of the mess hall.

It was just as he thought.

Levi had already won the competition.

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just think about it, that disgusting slow burn, like as you gradually grow with him. he knows you like the back of hand, he knows you.

he knows when youre upset, or when youre uncomfortable because you bite the inside of your cheek, and your eyebrows slightly furrow.

and he knows when he should step up and back down. He'll let you have your space if you ask for it but he also knows you need someone to lean on, and if thats hititng his chest angrily, crying on his shoulder, ranting your ass off, hell be there.

Satoru took a liking to you because, for once in his life, someone saw him. Not the prodigy, not the heir to the Gojo legacy—just Satoru, your best friend.

you never treated him any differently, even when everyone else put him on a pedestal. You were the one person who kept him grounded, and he didn’t even realize when he started falling for you.

maybe it was the way you’d laugh at his stupid jokes, or the way you’d roll your eyes at his antics but still always have his back. Maybe it was the way you challenged him, called him out when no one else dared to. Or maybe it was just… you.

and how could you not fall for him, too? He’s Satoru, your best friend who defends you no matter what, who lets you see parts of him no one else does. The one who’d do anything for you—even if you told him to jump off a cliff, he’d probably ask, “How high?”

but there’s always been this line between you, this unspoken agreement to keep things platonic. Until… it starts to crack.

it starts with the little things—like the way his jaw tightens when you talk about your dates, or how he goes suspiciously quiet when you get dolled up for some guy he already knows is a waste of your time. He hates seeing you walk out the door, knowing the night will only end with you disappointed yet again.

and when you come storming back, heels in hand, muttering, “You would not believe the nerve this guy had,” Gojo’s sitting on the couch, grinning like he knew it all along. Of course he did. The guy probably asked to split the bill or talked about himself the whole night. Gojo always hated the way these guys never saw you the way he did.

because if you were on a date with him, you wouldn’t need to bring a purse. He wouldn’t even let you think about paying. He’d take care of everything, because he’s just that guy.

but he knows he can’t—he shouldn’t. It’s a line he’s not supposed to cross, no matter how badly he wants to.

and yet… he catches himself thinking about the way your eyes light up when you look at him. Those big, doe eyes that make his heart stutter in his chest.

he hates when you’re mad at him, but at the same time, you look so cute when you’re all fired up that he can’t help but push your buttons, just to see you pout.

he'll beg for your forgiveness afterward, of course, but there’s a part of him that loves how your attention is all on him, even if it’s because you’re annoyed.

his feelings are a fragile balance, always sitting just at the edge of his tongue.

it only took one moment—one crack—and it all spilled out. He told you everything. How much you mean to him, how the thought of a life without you is unbearable.

and now that you’re officially his girlfriend, it’s like a dam has broken. He wants to spend every waking moment with you, like he needs you to fill his lungs, his thoughts, his everything. He needs you bad.

and, it’s no surprise to anyone—not Shoko, not Geto, not Nanami. They all saw it coming from a mile away. Everyone knew. Everyone but you.

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