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salty-croissants · 5 months

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Hi again! I’m about to send another request that’s absolutely tooth rotting fluffy: When their s/o finds out they’re ticklish. (with Rayman/Ramon & Bullfrog)

Thank you for the request !

This one was so cute , I really enjoyed writing it :D

Hope it turned out okay !

Details : use of gender neutral reader ;

established relationships ;

no warnings needed

Bullfrog 💚

Okay , let me tell you this : it’s not going to be easy to sneak up on him , given how Bullfrog is always careful and aware of his surroundings , so usually he

finds out when you’re attempting to catch him off guard .

< Hmm ? What are you doing , dear ? >

< Ack - dammit , I thought I got you this time ! >

< Heh , if you wanted my attention you should’ve just said so mon amour ~ >

He would then make up for the failed sneak attack by showering you with affection , always encouraging you to try again and that you’ll definitely get him next time …

He’s just so sweet :,//)

However , the one time you do actually go for it when he’s especially distracted , you’re going to find out that Bullfrog is , in fact , very ticklish …

… and you’re quick to take advantage of that information .

< Aha ! I got you now , honey ! >

< Pfft - non ! Ayez pitié de moi ! ~ >

< Nope , I don’t think I’ll have mercy on you … you’re mine now ~ >

Bullfrog has the cutest laugh , and you can’t help but blush while you’re tickling him …

He could easily free himself from you , but he simply adores to see that look on your face , and plus he really does feel happy in those little playful moments the two of you share , so he just gives in .

… but that doesn’t mean that he won’t get revenge later .

If you also happen to be ticklish , you won’t even be able to hear him coming , and before you know it Bullfrog is going to have you in his arms while going for the spots that he knows will make it impossible for you not to laugh …

Believe me , you won’t be able to leave for a while .

< Hahaha - sweetie , pleaseee ! ~ >

< Hmm , what was it you said … ? Oh , right , I don’t think I’ll have mercy on you , mon cher ~ >

Rayman 🧡

Since he’s often focusing on work related things , it’s actually pretty easy to sneak up on Rayman without him noticing you .

Especially when you see him being very stressed out and worried about his shows or something that the Directors have said to him , your determination to see your boyfriend smile is what leads you to try and take matters in your own hands .

< That’s not right … that meeting wasn’t scheduled until next week … ugh , this is a problem … >

Rayman gets lost in his thoughts a lot , so he won’t even realize that someone has entered the room … until it’s too late .

< y/n , love ? What are you - >

< Tickle attack ! >

The moment you hear him laugh , you get a warm feeling in your heart : he really deserves to have a break from all the anxiety that being the face of Eden puts him through .

Rayman almost forgot what it’s like to be tickled …

He is incredibly sensitive , you could pretty much touch him anywhere and it would make him wheeze out loud .

Needless to say … it’s really cute ://)

< P-please - hahaha ~

I gotta finish this paperwork - >

< Don’t worry Ray , I’ll let you get to it … after we’re done here , that is ~ >

He is really grateful to have you by his side to brighten up his day , and weather you’re also ticklish or not Rayman is going to be giving you extra attention as soon as he gets done with what he was working on .

After all , it’s the least he could do for his wonderful partner .

< Thank you , y/n , I really needed that …

I love you so much ~ >

Ramon 🖤

So , this man has become incredibly paranoid since all that’s happened in the past few weeks , so in order to catch him off guard you should strike when you and Ramon are cuddling together and he’s not expecting it .

< y/n , what is th - pfff — >

< Hehe , now there’s that beautiful smile ~ >

< Alright alright , you … hahah -

You got me good … ~ >

Ramon might not be quite as giggly as before , but you can still definitely get a few good laughs out of him , and being able to hear that sound again is something that never fails to bring you joy :

you’re the only one who gets to see this soft side of him , hidden behind his current intimidating exterior .

Ramon is glad to have a chance to return to some sense of normalcy thanks to your playful behavior , it really helps to ease his mind and have at the very least a glimpse of hope in the future .

As soon as you finish tickling him , you can be sure that he won’t be letting go of you for quite some time .

< I got you now honey … you’re not going anywhere ~ >

< Aw man … well , can’t say I’m unhappy about that ~ >

If you’re also ticklish , Ramon is going to have the time of his life to use his hands to make you laugh and giggle when you least expect it , and another thing that he’s also a big fan of is to leave trails of kisses on your most sensitive points … especially your neck .

< *gasp* Ram - you can’t just —

Hahahah ~ >

< Mm … but I can , darling , and I will ~

You should’ve thought twice before deciding to tickle me … >

< Well , if this is - haha … ~

If this is the result , I might wanna do it more ~ >

#captain laserhawk #x reader #bullfrog x reader #rayman x reader #bullfrog captain laserhawk #captain laserhawk bullfrog #captain lazerhawk rayman #rayman #captain lazerhawk bullfrog #gender neutral reader

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sterekchub · 1 year

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I’ve been in a MOOD lately (and Tyler’s pics on his IG in that suit were EVERYTHING) so - have a quick massive!Slob!Derek and waiter!Stiles that I wrote for our discord. Like it or just want to talk some fat fandoms! Join us: https://discord.gg/Egyuwx29 (18+ pleaseee)

Derek waddles in one day at his usual time (Stiles knows to expect him- he's always pulled in at 12:00 on the dot, but now his walk to the front door gets longer and longer. Today Stiles watches him for several minutes have to lift his belly away from the steering wheel and swing himself sideways to get out...and he has to stop 3 times to catch his breath).

He sits down in his usual table (the one with a booth only on one side because Stiles had to unscrew it from the ground and push it far enough back Derek could fit his enormous belly in it, and the bench seat is the only thing wide enough to support his beanbag-sized rear end.)

He's still a panting a bit, red in the face and immediately chugs down the pitcher of soda Stiles brings him...doesn't even bother to pour it into his glass.

"Mmm...you smell like a fryer."

"Shut - *wheeze*- up. This is the only suit that fits."

Stiles eyes the suit with amusement. The once white shirt is now off-white with sweat stains and grease stains and numerous stains from countless meals. There are 3 buttons missing and the shirt is several inches from covering the flab that spills out over Derek's waistband and nearly to his knees. Stiles hasn't seen him wearing his suit jacket in at least three years.

"And?"

"...and I haven't been able to fit into my shower for a week," Derek grumbles. "Stupid glass doors."

He fails to mention his car is filled almost to the ceiling with fast food bags and Stiles can *tell* that Derek's had a sizeable breakfast from the way his remaining buttons are stained tightly and Derek keeps lightly rubbing the side of his gut with one hand.

Stiles only grins and hands him the menu, which Derek takes with sticky, sausage sized fingers. "Nothing a big lunch can't fix."

****

Derek orders his usual - which means he burps out he'll have the burger and fries with a small coke. And as usual, Stiles brings over a refilled pitcher of soda, a fryer basket worth of fries and a triple-patty burger, kisses Derek on the cheek and tells him, "Get started on this, Big Guy. I'll start cooking the rest."

He's long since given up on the polite, slow bites of his former self, when he used to feign he was full and leave his meals half empty so he didn't get bloated and ruin his constantly trim figure. Now he digs in, grease and cheese dripping from the burger onto his sagging moobs. He barely takes a pause, shovels it all in, stops only to guzzle down some soda or let out the occasional belch, and goes back to eating.

When there are only a few fries left, Stiles has come over balancing several trays in his arms. Gnocchi, meat-lovers calzone, lobster mac & cheese, a full loaf of garlic bread...and Derek knows that with Stiles in the kitchen? He's loaded as much cream, cheese, and butter into the dishes as he possible can.

It's been their flirting, on-and off game for years. Derek will push himself to the max and eat as much as he can, ignoring the crumbs accumulating on the shelf of his moobs and belly or the pasta sauce smeared over his pudgy cheeks and triple chins, and then sits there as his belly starts grumbling and churning in protest from the heavy weight of all that food sitting in it. Stiles comes over and stands behind him, tells Derek to keep eating as he works on massaging out some of the fullness. Derek dutifully struggles to reach over his stuffed belly and reach for a few more bites- the effort of even that little movement in combination with Stiles' ministrations making Derek let out several long, loud farts. A few hundred pounds ago, he used to be embarrassed by it. He’d make his excuses and hurry off to the bathroom or try or clink his fork loudly against the plate to cover up the sound. He couldn’t hurry anywhere anymore, and he knew Stiles took the sounds of gas from his overworked stomach to mean one thing – his compliments to the chef for the rich, caloric overload. "Sounds like you have room for dessert."

"*Urrrp* give me *huff* a minute, Stiles. Don't think I *uaaarp*didn't notice the *ffffrtttttt* triple portion of gnocchi today."

*** He loses two buttons during dessert as he eats his way through the entire pan of tiramisu. Stiles does miss when Derek could slip away and meet him in the pantry or bathroom stalls for a quick make out session and sloppy blow jobs... Derek's long gotten too fat to fit in the restaurant bathroom, and the door to the pantry had also proven to be too tight a fit- even if he could easily get to his feet after such a big lunch without assistance. And finding Derek’s dick buried in his fatpad and under his rolls of lard is a strenuous, soon to be impossible, activity by itself. So when Derek is done eating, Stiles is painfully hard but reluctantly helps Derek to his feet and walks him to his car, having to barely shuffle his feet to keep up with Derek’s slow waddle.

“I’ll see you at home tonight?”

Derek nods, sweat already beginning to drip down his face from the strenuous, 200 feet walk to his car.

“I’ll bring home dinner.” Derek only burps in response.

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funkyhanji · 3 years

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Ain't Enough, Baby [English | BNHA]

Fandom: Boku no Hero Academia (@Horikoshi Kohei) Character(s): Bakugou Katsuki, Bakugou Mitsuki, Bakugou Masaru Pairing(s): MitsuKatsuMasa Rating: E Word count: 2715 CWs: Pre-Canon, Shota, Mildly Dubious Consent, Consensual Incest, Incest, Parent/Child Incest, Dom/sub, Femdom, Pet Play, Handcuffs, Punishment, Spanking, Begging, Anal Fingering, Oral Sex, Piss Drinking, Aftercare, Rare Pairings, Threesome - F/M/M, Mommy Kink, Dead Dove: Do Not Eat

Summary: - He hadn't meant to break the window! He knew he couldn't use his quirk inside, and he hadn't; he'd bragged to his friends and Deku about his new move, promising to show them outside in the yard during lunch break. He'd just miscalculated the distance. He didn't explode the glass pane on purpose. -

The grip on the back of Katsuki's neck tightens a little when he and his mom step out of the school grounds.

He doesn't try to defend himself or even to catch her attention, but he does glance sideways up at her as they approach the car, trying to gouge how bad he messed up. Mitsuki doesn't meet his eyes, only staring straight ahead with the clacking of her high heels on the pavement being the background noise. She doesn't say anything either, not even when she opens the passenger door and points at him to get in.

The whole ride home is silent. The heavy kind, the one which makes his skin feel tight around his knuckles, makes him chew on his lip in anxiousness. That would be a dead give away of how angry she is, because the only times his mom is so quiet are when she's seriously pissed — and it's Katsuki's fault now.

He hadn't meant to break the window! He knew he couldn't use his quirk inside, and he hadn't; he'd bragged to his friends and Deku about his new move, promising to show them outside in the yard during lunch break. He'd just miscalculated the distance. He didn't explode the glass pane on purpose.

He'd already explained it to the principal and his teachers, Deku backing him up even, and they'd told his mom, so there's nothing more he can do.

Katsuki sits in the car, hands clutching his knees and a frown wrinkling his brows, sweat gathering at his nape.

[*]

Once at home, he gets out without prompting, following his mom to the front door. Inside he sets down his backpack, takes off both his shoes and his jacket alongside her, then they walk into the living room.

Katsuki stops when he sees his dad curled up on the couch, wearing nothing but a familiar collar, fake paws, knee pads and a tail — he remembers the first time he'd seen the set, Mitsuki calling it 'Daddy's doggie costume' —. Oh, he thinks, understanding and dismay dawning on him. His mom isn't angry just because of the broken window, but also because the call had interrupted their play time.

He watches his mom approach Masaru.

She pets his hair, scratches him behind the ears; she lets him nuzzle her face, press his nose into her neck as she coos and kisses him on the lips. She whispers an apology for leaving so suddenly. She sits next to his dad, reaching forward to gently trace the lines of his ribs, his stomach. She tells him «Good doggie, patiently waiting for me», her fingers caressing Masaru's stiff, red cock from base to leaking tip. He whines, hips pushing upward, searching for more friction.

«Ah, ah, not yet Masa,» his mom says, chiding. «I've got something to take care of first.» She turns to stare daggers right at Katsuki. Her red eyes burn a hole through his forehead.

Oh. Oh shit. He'd hoped she might have forgotten about him, but of course she hasn't.

«Come here, Katsuki.» Her voice is cold and commanding, in a way he only hears when she gets really upset with him, or her clients.

He has no choice but to obey.

He swallows down the lump in his throat, walking forward on slightly shaky legs. He looks over at his dad — calmly sitting on his haunches, his paws on his thighs while he ignores his neglected erection thanks to years of practice —, wordlessly asking for help yet knowing he won't get any. Not while he's playing dog.

His heart beats fast in his chest. He knows what's coming. He's been in this situation a lot, especially after his mom had given him the custom-made crimson leather bands he wears around his wrists; a gift for pulling off his first future, special hero move.

He fiddles with the wristbands, nervously thumbing the metal ring jutting out even as he halts in front of his mom. «Mo—»

«Shut up.»

Katsuki's teeth clack shut. She grabs him by the arm, yanking him onto her lap in a quick movement; he yelps, sprawled across her legs with his head near his dad's knees.

«Hands,» Mitsuki says and again, he can do nothing but follow the command.

He bites his lips but folds his arms behind his back, shaking fists resting at his waist. He knows better than to try to climb off, so he waits.

He sees his mom fish out a small lock from her pants' pockets; she hooks it into the hoops of his cuffs before closing it, sealing his hands in that position. Already, the tenseness in his muscles doubles and he has to make a conscious effort to try to relax. It's a pointless attempt, though, because his body goes rigid and his breath catches in his throat when his shorts are pulled down and off along with his underwear.

Katsuki feels his mom's hand settle on his bare ass. Her fingers lightly dig into his soft skin, squeezing his right butt cheek and massaging it, inching downward. She wriggles in-between, her palm now a bit damp, she probes along the cleft until she's tickling his balls with a manicured nail.

He sighs, can't help the way he melts under her ministrations — it's warm, tender, almost comforting in how it reminds him of all the times she touches him when he's been good, when she rewards him.

Mitsuki groans, shifting on her seat so she can bend down to lick and bite at his ass. «Count, Katsuki. To thirty,» she says. He doesn't need to look over to know she's licking her lips in anticipation.

It's the only warning he gets.

His mom's hand raises and descends on his ass with a resounding smack!, the stinging breaks out from the point of impact immediately. He cries out, jolting forward while his spine arches.

«O-one,» he says, voice quivering.

Mitsuki starts punishing him in earnest, rhythmically and repeatedly, the swishing of her hand cutting through the air as loud as the slap descending on Katsuki's soft cheeks. She's unrelenting. He can feel her anger radiate from her piercing stare; if he hesitates too long before calling the number, she grabs his hair and lifts his head up at an uncomfortable angle until he wheezes it out.

«How— many times— did I tell you,» Mitsuki snarls, uttering words that aren't orders for the first time since showing up at school earlier. «To be careful— how you use— your quirk— you fuckin' runt!»

Each short pause is accompanied by a sharp hit, each targeting one cheek, then the other.

Katsuki's body recoils, but he can't move; he doesn't even dare to think to do it—he doesn't want to think what the consequences would be. So he lays there on her lap and takes it, trembling and trying to keep his noises down and counting. His voice is nasal, strained; his face feels hot just like his ass and the pressure of tears on the verge of spilling prickle his eyes.

At the twelfth spank he can't hold back the sobs anymore. «P-pleaseee! N-no more...!»

Smack! «Count, ya ungrateful brat!»

Katsuki wails. «T-t-twen'-on-one…!»

His fists clench tighter, his shoulders are cramping up. Sweat gathers on his palms, between his shoulder-blades, behind his knees, between his thighs. «Mo… Mommy, pleeease!» His breath hitches on a wheeze.

Mitsuki doesn't stop or slow down. She expertly moves her legs just so, prompting Katsuki's own to part; she starts hitting his upper thighs, dangerously close to his balls and he can swear she lingers there for a second before bringing her hand up and down again.

«God,» Katsuki hears her moan through the furious pounding of his heart. «You make— such a— beautiful sight…! Fuck, I'm all wet!»

«Ple-please Mommy— AH! AH! T-t-t-wen'-four!» he pleads, hiding his face into the couch cushions.

He feels something brush his hair and finds his dad nosing at his flushed face in silence, Masaru looking at him with understanding. He lowers himself to Katsuki's level, licks up the tears streaming down his eyes, bumps their foreheads together. «D… Daddy…»

«Tch! Didn't say you could— comfort him Masa,» his mom grunts as she keeps smacking his ass. «This mutt— deserves a good— spanking!»

«Won't... do— do it a-a-again…! P-pr-promise!» Katsuki sobs. His hair is yanked on forcefully in warning and he inhales. «T-twenty… s-s-s-seven!»

«Damn— right— you won't!» Mitsuki growls, delivering the last three strikes in rapid succession, harsh and aimed right at the center of his ass.

The living room goes quiet for the next several minutes.

Katsuki's whimpers and hiccups the only sounds loud enough to be heard.

He squirms on his mom's lap. His ass and thighs burn but are also numb, his face is no better; his body feels feverish and cold and kind of agitated, but in a good way. His dick is embarrassedly hard and tingly where it's trapped between his stomach and Mitsuki's pants. His mom slowly pulls him up and helps him straddle her legs, when he's regained control of his breathing, careful not to agitate his smarting ass.

She stares at him, her eyes dark with a certain kind of hunger he's become familiar with, but which softens somewhat as she takes in Katsuki's puffy eyes and reddened, wet cheeks.

Katsuki sniffs, bashful and wishing his hands were free to wipe at the snot leaking from his nose. «'M s-sorry, Mommy...»

She cradles his face in her hands, thumbs brushing away the stray tears escaping him. She leans in, kissing him square on the mouth. «I know, baby,» she whispers, sucking on his wobbling lip. «But you were a bad boy, and what do bad boys get?»

«… Punishment.»

«That's right,» Mitsuki says, honey sweet, petting his hair away from his sweaty forehead.

She kisses him again, laps at his bite-swollen lips and Katsuki opens up for her without coaxing, used to it, craving the touch after enduring her discipling. His breath still catches when her tongue slips inside. He does his best to reciprocate the kiss; he's rewarded with a gentle caress down his back.

He lets his eyes fall closed, quickly relaxing in her hold despite his bound hands and aching ass. He doesn't like the punishments, but this — the attention, the blissful feeling of calm that being cradled in Mommy's arms gives him, the pleasant buzzing in his veins —, he relishes in this.

It's incredibly reassuring.

«Here, baby.» Mitsuki whispers, pulling back and smiling at him, the pad of a finger tracing his spit-shiny mouth.

She unbuttons her dress shirt, pulls down her lacy bra and lets her breasts spill out.

Katsuki whines, falling toward her chest immediately; he latches onto a nipple, sucking and nipping it until it's stiff and swollen. Then switches to the other, repeating the process encouraged by Mitsuki's impassioned sighs of «good boy». He's too lost in pleasing his mom, in her warm skin against his and the weight of her tits on his tongue.

He barely notices her hands traveling down along his back, settle on his ass.

He whimpers around a pert nipple when she massages him gingerly, jolts of pain mixed with pleasure shoot up his body through her soothing touches and the fierce stinging. She pets his cheeks, squeezes them and runs her thumbs across the sensitive skin; she pulls them apart, her pointer fingers grazing his hole, lightly prodding as he shudders and whines.

«Such cute sounds you make, baby,» Mitsuki praises, her fingers sliding downward to skim at his balls and back up his taint.

«M-Mo— nnh— Mommy...» he moans, drunk on the addicting, syrupy taste of her sweat.

She indulges him, craning her neck downward to kiss him, to fill his mouth with her tongue over and over, stealing all of his breath and his needy mewls.

«Masa,» he hears her say to his dad when they separate. One of Mitsuki's hands leave him, the other still kneading his spank-red cheeks. «You've been such a good doggie today… you wanna cum?» Masaru grumbles a little, an affirmative. «You can hump our runt's ass.»

Through the haze in his mind, Katsuki hears his dad move, the couch shifting.

His mom shoves two fingers in his mouth, tells him to suck, keeps him busy while his dad crawls behind him. He jumps as he feels paws on his ass and a wet tongue lick a broad strip from below his sac all the way up his cleft.

«AH! Da-Da— nngghhh!» Katsuki moans, shivering.

Masaru sweeps his tongue over his hole again and again; he slobbers over it, the tip tracing his fluttering entrance before pressing on it tenderly, the warm wetness loosening the tight ring of muscles.

Katsuki arches his hips back, wanting more.

His dad pulls off for a moment — the muted sound of something falling on the carpet going unnoticed — only to mold himself flush to Katsuki soon after, panting loud in his ear. Masaru's hot, hard cock settles in between his ass cheeks, his paws at his sides. He starts rocking his hips back and forth, his leaking length gliding over his hole in quick, desperate thrusts. They both whine and moan, rocking together.

Mitsuki's hands are all over him; nails scratching his flushed skin, twisting his nipples, caressing his bound arms and hands. They sneak between their bodies and he feels her fumble with her pants, moans something nasty against his neck.

Katsuki's dick rubs against his mom's stomach, overstimulated and close to bursting. «AH! G-gotta p-pee…! I-I— M-mommy!»

His mom's free hand comes up to Katsuki's front, fingers closing around his twitching length. «Not on the couch you don't, mutt,» she says, her sharp tone ruined by the tremble of arousal in her voice.

He sobs. «Pl-pleaseee!! Mo… mmy!»

Mitsuki groans and pulls Katsuki to a stand in front of her, still preventing him from releasing. She sloppily shoves her pants down one-handed before barking out an order to Masaru. «Shit Masa… just fuck me, hurry up!»

The couch squeaks a bit when they shift to accommodate the new positions.

Katsuki feels his dad's hair prickle the back of his thighs; he sighs deep and long at the same time as his mom groans, her damp breath tickling his groin.

«Ah! Fuck— yes, God— faster, doggie!!»

«Momm— OH! Mmghn—!!» Katsuki's plea cuts into a cry.

Mitsuki's lips wrap around his dick, taking it all in with no effort and flicking the hard erection with an expert and teasing tongue. She sighs and mewls, sucking on him as his dad fucks her into the cushions—if he had a clearer mind, he'd be curious about how that is like—; he knows she feels good, he's heard her say it a lot all the times he'd caught them or he'd been made to watch.

His mom's hands are on his ass again, two fingers easily slipping inside him one at a time. They scissor his walls, curl downward and poke at his sweet spot — his prostate, a part of his brain supplies —, making him quake on unsteady legs and keen. He doesn't know whether to buck into her mouth or her fingers. He feels too good, too hot, too sensitive.

His dick is so hard it hurts. «Mom— nnh!— c-c-can I p— AH!— pee…? M-Mommy pl'ssee!!»

Mitsuki pops off of him, moaning and looking up at him with a flushed, lustful stare. «Yeah, pup— shit! Ah, Masa!— piss down your— ffuuck!— Mommy's throat…!»

She seals her mouth around him again while tormenting his sweet spot, and Katsuki can't hold back anymore.

«M-Mommmmy…!!»

His stomach muscles tense, then relax and he's releasing all the pent up piss on his mom's tongue with a garbled whine. Her hands squeeze his ass and keep him firmly planted against her face as she drinks and drinks and drinks.

Mitsuki's still bucking her hips up to meet his dad's thrusts until she stiffens, a breathy sigh puffing over Katsuki's stomach. Behind him, Masaru growls immediately after, halting all movement as well.

Katsuki's asleep before his mom frees his hands; he's only vaguely aware of the tender touches massaging his wrists, or the light kisses pressed to his temples, or the blanket draped over his shoulders.

«You did well, baby.»

#bakucest #mitsukatsu #masamitsu #Masakatsu #bakugou mitsuki #bakugou katsuki #bakugou masaru #GMiC!verse #rarepair #funkys fics

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