'𝟒𝐓𝐇 𝐁𝐀𝐁𝐘 𝐌𝐀𝐌𝐀'

what is left between the sun and moon.

oneshot warnings ; fem!reader, suggestive language, creampie, breeding kink (implied), praise, slow yet also rough sex, overstimulation, teasing, etc.

summary — you mindlessly asked muzan, “what do you plan to do post-recovery?” to which he foolishly spoke the truth. “i want you to ride me.”

it was early morning, dusk pooled beneath the window’s covers, barely enveloping the dark room in a small light.

you were nothing more than a mere maid for the ubuyashiki family, set to care for lord muzan's needs. whether that be bringing him tea, or bathing him, you cared for most, if not all, his demands.

your footsteps were soft, barely audible as you entered the room he lay in. you set before him a simple bowl of soup, your head hanging low as you sat yourself to your knees. "thank you." he softly spoke, his gaze stuck to a window not far from him.

since the day you were assigned to care for lord muzan, you two have grown to be fond of one another. he spoke to you with a rather gentle, and soothing tone. your long talks turned into something more, and before you knew it, your heart had begun to swell with love. it was absolute, your feelings, yet undesirably foolish. he was a sick man, and you were nothing more than a maid, disposable at any moment.

though your heart spoke such words, such sentiments, that it was becoming hard to ignore.

"lord muzan," you softly spoke, his head turned to look a you. "what do you have planned post-recovery?" at such words, his shadowed eyes seemed to light up barely.

you had seemed to be the only one who actively accepted his recovery, despite all the casualties this illness has brought, you still believed—held onto hope for his convalescence.

muzan was touched.

he said no words as a slight smile came to his face, he extended merely one hand to grab your wrist.

"might i show you?"

you looked at him as he held your wrist, eyes wide and an expression that could only be explained as shocked. with careful movements, you nodded.

at your approval, the man had pulled you impossibly closer. his sudden strength made you gasp as he pulled you to sit on his lap. muzan looked up at you, his long hair covering parts of his face. he was pretty, undeniably so.

he moved a hand up to clasp your waist, his touch was lingering, it made you twitch in his hold.

"ride me."

his words sent chills down your spine, your cheeks lit up to that of a rosy pink color. "i may be ill, but im far from stupid. i see the way you look at me."

"lord muzan—”

he turned his head to the side a little, a curious smirk to his face. "don't tell me... have i assumed wrongly?"

you could only sit on his lap and stare down at him with wide eyes. everything felt hot, your thighs felt tingly, and before you knew it, you were melting into both his and yours dirty urges. beginning with the dress you wore, you slowly began to unbutton it, then your bra was next.

you were now completely exposed and naked upon the ill man. muzan traced his hand up your bare body, his touch almost hoarse, fiery. all until he reached your bare chest. muzan groped you, his eyes filled with a needful curiosity.

as he continued touching and playing with your nipples, you directed your attention lower. pushing the covers aside to get to muzan's yukata, you then undid that, now staring at his cock nervously. he suddenly pinched you, your back arch within his lap as you whined lightly.

"carry on. don't just stare."

you gently took ahold of his member, squeezing it lightly. muzan groaned at your touch, he couldn't help but sink in the comfort of pillows behind him. "yeah... just like that."

you slowly jerked muzan off, at times even pressing your thumb to his tip—running it along his slit and spreading the precum that ran down his cock all over. "like this?"

"mhm," he hummed, pressing his hips forward a little, "faster." he could barely gasp out, you followed his every demand, fastening your pace with your hand, right before you moved his cock to your cunt, pressing it barely at your entrance.

"fuck... yes." he gasped barely, gazing up at your naked body, his eyes were the brightest you've come to see. filled with need, and infatuation. you chewed on your lip as you faltered barely.

you sunk down on his cock, your eyes going wide at the sudden burn.

"it h-hurts." you whined, moving your hand up to bite on your thumb. muzan breathed heavily as he looked at you. he raised his hand to push your hair behind your ear.

"take your time."

at his words, you slowly sunk down fully. your sanity had become fogged at the feeling, now in a world of pure bliss, your body began to move at its own degree. pleasure shot all throughout you as you bounced lightly. muzan shuttered as you helplessly rode him, he could only sit there and bite back his desperate moans. muzan was needy for you, even balls deep inside you. his swollen cock kissed your cervix, making you whine as you sped up your pace.

muzan whimpered, catching you off guard. of course-its only been a dirty fantasy played out in your head, but hearing it truly made your cunt spasm around him.

"gonna fuck you everyday from now on," muzan breathlessly moaned. you moved your hands to grab onto his knees from the behind as he grabbed your waist firmly to fuck you from the below. you nearly had hearts in your eyes as he did so.

"y-you don't understand," you whined, a small smile coming to your lips as you bounced alongside his thrusts from the below, "how many times ive touched myself thinking about this moment."

muzan laughed as slapping sounds echoed throughout the room, his stamina was depleting but it all felt too good, "yeah? have you now?" he was too caught up in the moment to fully process how hard he was fucking you.

suddenly sentivty shoots all throughout your body, the spasms of your cunt enveloping his cock told muzan all that he needed to know. you were close, and so was he. his thrusts began to slur, and a small sweat broke out on his forehead.

jerking his hips into your own, muzan let out one last breathy moan before he came all inside you. cum began to leak out of your cunt, though muzan showed no signs of slowing down.

your stomach unraveled at the feeling, and you were suddenly twitching in his lap, you moaned out his name one last time at your orgasm before muzan began to slow his pace. he fucked his cum into you with two last thrusts before completely relaxing into the soft covers behind him.

"dont want it leaking out..." lord muzan mumbled, you could only stare at him with tinted cheeks as he did so. “you're mine, from this point on, after all.”

hey pookie hope you’re doing well 👻

can I req toji eating y/n out and she asks him to spit on it 🙇🏽‍♀️

i cried inside

💬: f! reader, f!receiving, he spanks your c!it 18+

toji‘s buried between your thighs— rough hands gripping alongside your legs to prevent you from squirming, but oh you couldn‘t help it. not when he was giving you the best toe-curling experience of your life. toji stared up at you with dark green eyes as his tongue practically slurped you clean, a long stripe to make you yank onto his hair. he‘s so messy to where he‘s happily nose deep, it‘s swiping against your nub and you have to lightly bite down on your bottom lip before whimpering loudly.

“f—fuck, toji…” you sniffled, cute fingers getting tangled into his messy obsidian-rooted locks. toji was so pussydrunk— his viridescent half-lidded eyes and lazy smile completely showed it.

he used a rough right hand to spread your thighs just a bit more— feeling your right leg cutely start to shake before you whine, “mfph—w—wait, toji.”

he looks up at you, pausing, and he carnally swipes his tongue against his dampened lips. undeniably attractive. “. . yes, darlin.’?”

you panted, having to catch your breath and it was adorable— toji blankly stared at you hands still gripped on your legs as his chin rested against your thigh, a seeming less dull pout forming on his lips as he waited for you to speak.

“. . i— u—um,” you stammered, suddenly growing nervous once he‘s staring you. toji always had such a stern, intimidating look on his face. “can you . . ?”

toji raises a brow. “spit it out, princess.”

you whine. “you’re not gonna do it, and you’re gonna think it‘s weird, toji.”

toji chuckles, abruptly rubbing a thumb against your folds to make you whimper. “princess, i promise i’m not gonna think it‘s weird. just tell me. besides, you interrupted me from my meal.”

you let off a short breath. “o-okay,” and for a few seconds you pause before nervously rubbing the back of your neck, staring down at your boyfriend that was directly between your legs. “can you maybe.. spit down on it?”

toji suddenly smirks, his dark thin eyebrows parting a bit at his change of expression, a lot more smug now. “. . oh,” and he lowly laughs. “baby, you know i‘d never say no to somethin’ like that,” and you moan— watching toji rub circles against your clit, it‘s growing a lot more of a quicker speed and you start to pant again. “want me to spit on this pretty pussy, then i‘ll do it jus’ for you.”

your chest heaves a bit— and just before he prepares himself, toji gives you a teasing pinch.

“eyes down here the entire time. i want you to watch me be messy for you.”

you felt a rapid pulse ring through your ears before nearly moaning from his thumb rubbing against your throbbing nub. “okay… t—toji…”

your eyes meet towards toji— and he gives you a single lick against your cunt before you watch him gather a decent amount of his saliva before he spat right on your pussy. the moment it hit against you, you moaned— and embarrassingly enough, you started to pulse excessively.

he watches it run down your slit slowly— rubbing the stubby pad of his thumb against it once more before licking his lips, only to lean in and give your sweet folds a good suck— cleaning his saliva right back up, making sure to not miss a drop.

“. . mhm princess . . ” he grunts lowly, his voice is raspy and low before you whine, feeling his spank your cunt lightly. you bite your lips— it was abrupt and new yet you wanted more, you couldn‘t stop throbbing. toji sees your needy expression before smirking.

“heh. y‘want me to do it again, don’t ya?”

𝐅𝐮𝐜𝐤𝐞𝐝 𝐮𝐩 𝐝𝐨𝐥𝐥.

—cw: gn!reader, term 'doll' is used, rough sex, switching positions, doggy style, mating press, unprotected, creampie, crying(pleasure tears), haven't proofread. Just my morning thoughts.

You know, Toji is so big that for him it's so easy to throw you around while being balls deep inside you. The veins on his big biceps look so hot when he lifts you up to change positions. The scar near his pelvic area slaps against your ass. His cock fills up your hole perfectly when he is fucking you from behind.

"Fuck, babe. You complain about my cock being too big, yet you take me like a champ," he whispers in your ear. He moves away from your ears, holding a fist of your hair. He yanks it back so now your moans aren't suppressed by the pillow. You let out the nastiest and loudest moan. Fuck, he loves it so much.

Toji holds your waist and turns you around.

"T-toji, ah—"

"Wanna see your pretty face when you cry for my cock, baby." You bite your lip, and cover your face from the embarrassment but he slaps your hand away, holding them above your head.

"Don't you fucking dare steal my entertainment, darling," the animalistic lust in his eyes forces out multiple loud moans from you, earning a smile from him. "Now that's what I am talking about."

Toji folds you in half with your legs pressed against your chest and climbs on you. You know what's about to come. He has you in mating press and pushes his dick as far as he can with a loud slap of your skin.

"AH! Fuck," you cry from the overwhelming feeling. He is fucking you so hard. Dick so deep inside you, you can't even breathe normally. He loves it. You are so fragile under his touch that he feels like he might break you in half. But you love it. You love when his cock is hitting the right spot. You love the feeling of his cum spilling inside you. Your thoughts drive you to your orgasm, walls spasming against his dick which results in you milking him. You feel warm and ticklish when he pulls out.

"Next is your mouth. I wanna fill all your holes." Your body is so fucked at this moment. Yet, you roll your tongue out like his good doll you are. His dick twitches at the sight in front of him. Oh he is going to ruin you tonight.

so are we gonna talk about how bakugo goes crazy when he’s inside you, like his brain just, shuts off?

or how every single time he never fails to say “you feel soooo good… so warm and wet… all for me huh?” before he absolutely jackhammers you into oblivion.

cw ;; afab!reader, soft sex, gn!reader, 18+

a/n ;; i miss him so badly.

i like to think that bakugou gets a little desperate after missions and can't help but pound into you cause he kinda loses control? which is why you always look forward to it bc i think bakugou is always especially careful with you. sex is an intimate thing for him so he treats you gently and fucks you how you need to be fucked

but sometimes it gets late, yk? and sometimes bakugou was so busy and can't think straight and you welcome him into your arms. your voice reminds him like sirens as he clumsily crawls into bed - eyelids heavy but not ready for sleep. you feel it first, his dick presses into your stomach as he lays ontop of you and his throat is hoarse.

"wanna fuck you before i sleep." and you're not in any place to deny his simple request. bakugou likes seeing you spread your legs for him, parts your thighs with gloved hands. your body welcomes him.

the stretch of his cock isn't impossible but it knocks the air out of your lungs. and inside you're just so... hot. warm and sticky and inviting and bakugou pushes until he can't anymore. he lets his sweaty forehead press to yours and he groans. shuddering, his shoulders shake and he almost breaks out into a fever.

"holy fuck you feel good. s'good baby, you're.. fuck." and he wants to say something more coherent but he's lost. you feel so good. silky and slick and bakugou normally puts so much effort in to make you happy

but your fingers are scratching his scalp and sweaty skin. and you're whispering to him so lovingly "welcome home katsuki, missed you." and god.. god - you're so fucking beautiful always. look like sunlight and planets and whatever venus is made of.

and bakugou can't help but want to fuck you. jackhammer your sweet little cunt with adoration that make cities crumble. and he knows he's inside of you but god he would kill to be closer, needs to be closer to you. kisses you in a desperate attempt. but he needs more. he needs you to cum on his cock and he needs you to tell him you love him, begs it.

"say it again" "love you katsuki," "fuck.. fuck"

he doesn't mean to get so out of it, but it's been a long road without you. all those days away. you shouldn't be surprised, he's sure there's plenty of stories about men who drown in oasis.

Your y/n moment with ceo sukuna ♡

a gift for the july babies @tonitart & hamtarochyy (twt)

N-need more … zhongli and chubby goddess reader .. or I’ll collapse

*catches you as you’re falling* fret not, anon… you’ve come to the right person for all things Squish related….

fem + chubby reader, an unofficial but totally official continuation to my rex lapis x chubby archon reader from the other day, body worship, and thighfucking below!

rex lapis who summons his darling little goddess of fertility wife with a simple call of your name— after he was gracious enough to take you in and grant you his protection, you quickly decided that being at his beck and call was in your best interest. who would you be to fight him, deny him, or stall him when he awarded you more kindness and graciousness than he’s ever awarded anyone else? when he calls for you, you answer, and now is no different.

you enter the room with a clumsy curtsy, folding your hands in front of you as he flips through a stack of papers. “my beloved,” he says simply, deep amber eyes leaving the contract he’s proofreading and gazing up at you. “come closer.”

“are you coming to bed soon?” you ask sweetly, trying to tread lightly so you don’t accidentally ask any invasive questions about his work. it’s none of your business— you’re not the god of contracts.

he only shakes his head, sighing and setting his papers down. “not anytime within the hour, i’m afraid. there’s much to be done before i meet with that troublesome archon of war tomorrow afternoon.”

you can’t hide your disappointment. you were hoping he’d resign himself to bed early for once so you could invite him to snuggle and hopefully then some. he works so hard— you’d like to take care of your husband even if he’s not generally the affectionate type.

and how he’d like to leave his paperwork for the night and fill his palms with something a little softer and sweeter than the stained, tattered cloth of ancient scrolls and contracts. how he’d like to indulge in the soft, comforting warmth only his wife is able to provide— rex lapis is inclined to believe that you’re hoping to tempt him into bed with the way you’re dressed. how sweet— his demure, flustered little wife wants to rile him up.

your nightgown is sheer enough to easily make out the outline of your areolas through the fabric and tiny enough to catch where it clings to your ample waist and soft belly— is there anything more erotic than seeing the gentle curve of your plump belly visible in your tight pajamas and sheer gowns? he doesn’t believe so.

answering his prior request, you make your way over to his desk. the candlelight coming from his workspace illuminates your body nicely— your husband really can make out the outline of your soft tits through the sheer silk of your nightgown.

“and is this your way of inviting me to bed?” he asks, expression completely neutral. oh, archons— is he going to mock you for such a pitiful attempt? scold you for attempting to interrupt his work? dismiss you with a disappointed sigh and a flick of his wrist? your husband is by no means cruel, but he does tend to be… cold.

“i thought that— it’s not… it’s not like that, i was just… getting comfortable,” you answer in a tiny voice, fiddling with the hem of your nightgown and tugging your bottom lip in between your teeth. “is it… no good?”

rex lapis replaces his quill pen in its dish of ink and sets it aside. “apologies, i didn’t mean it like that. it looks lovely on you, truly.”

“thank you, my love.”

rex lapis swallows hard— how do you always manage to be so sweet? how have you lived so many centuries untouched by the sin, wrath, and war every other god hasn’t been able to escape? how do you always manage to chip at his cold exterior?

“come here a moment,” he murmurs, hands settling on your soft waist. the way your body easily gives beneath his hands and allows him to get a good grip on you does more to him than he’d ever admit. soft and easily manipulated like bread dough, warm like a quilt left to dry in the sunlight all day, and more comforting than any of teyvat’s finest luxuries. you allow him to tug you into his lap, your arms shakily wrapping around his shoulders to better balance yourself on his thighs.

“this truly does look lovely on you. shall we go to the harbor tomorrow and purchase more silk to craft you a few more?” rex lapis offers, one of his dark, dully glowing hands sliding up the apex of one of your plump thighs. “perhaps paired with a necklace carved from cor lapis as well.”

his other hand gently maps the curve of your neck and your shoulder, relishing in the way you shiver and breathe his name quietly. you say nothing as he continues to trace your body like he’s drafting a map of liyue, his fingers dipping into the valley of your cleavage before retreating and drawing over the plump swells of your breasts.

“beautiful,” he murmurs contently, resting his face in the crook of your neck. “not a thing in all of teyvat could ever provide a man, mortal or immortal, with the same comfort and security his wife can.”

a hand grabbing at the soft tuft of your lower belly makes you shiver against his thighs, inadvertently rutting yourself against his leg as he gropes a generous handful of your tummy.

“lovely indeed,” he says matter-of-factly, as if he’s confirming a theory. “this softness serves as its own testament to a life of comfort, luxury, and generosity. my hands have long since worn down to callouses and bone from never-ending war and, as i’m sure you’ve noticed, my body is lined with a electric storm of scars after having sustained so many injuries. but you…”

your husband cups the plump heft of your belly in one of his broad palms, soft and undeniably warm against his skin as he massages your tummy with determination. “but you, my dearest… you stand for all the things i’ve fought for all this time. safety, comfort, and prosperity. a body this lovely is no greater proof of that.”

rex lapis cups your waist once more and gently drags you against one of his muscled thighs, sighing in delight in response to your surprised and pleasured moans. oh, he’d just love to eat you up.

“please allow me to continue worshipping your body as any man ought to worship his beloved, my love.”

Doggy with Gojo

𝕤𝕒𝕖 𝕚𝕥𝕠𝕤𝕙𝕚 ࿓ 𝕞𝕒𝕗𝕚𝕒 𝕒𝕦

♡ 𝐬𝐮𝐦𝐦𝐚𝐫𝐲 ࿓ not only did your mafia husband spoil you with all his illegal funds, but he also spoiled you with his cock

♡ 𝐩𝐚𝐢𝐫𝐢𝐧𝐠 ࿓ mafia boss!sae itoshi x afab!reader {feat. hitman!shidou ryusei}

♡ 𝐰𝐚𝐫𝐧𝐢𝐧𝐠𝐬 ࿓ mafia au, dom!sae, spoiled!sub!reader, exhibitionism, semi-public sex, cockwarming, teasing, vaginal sex, rough sex, breeding kink, creampie, petnames “princess”

♡ 𝐰𝐨𝐫𝐝 𝐜𝐨𝐮𝐧𝐭 ࿓ 1.1k+

♡ 𝐫𝐞𝐪𝐮𝐞𝐬𝐭𝐞𝐫 ࿓ @s-souya

“𝐀𝐑𝐄𝐍’𝐓 𝐘𝐎𝐔 𝐀 𝐋𝐈𝐓𝐓𝐋𝐄 𝐃𝐈𝐒𝐓𝐑𝐀𝐂𝐓𝐄𝐃 𝐁𝐎𝐒𝐒?” shidou asks as he sits on the other side of sae’s large desk. the hitman couldn’t understand how sae could get any work done with such a pretty thing like yourself sitting in his lap. and yet… sae appeared to be doing paperwork like he was unaffected by your presence.

sae ignores his right hand man’s question, and instead he keeps his eyes glued to the documents in front of him. meanwhile your head is resting on your mafia husband’s shoulder, twirling a strand of his land around your finger. not appropriating the lack of acknowledgment, shidou takes things a step further.

“you know, i could take them off your hands. how does that sound, sweetheart? want ryusei to entertain you for a bit while the boss finishes signing a few things?” shidou offers, flirtatiously licking his lips.

that definitely gets sae’s attention. his eyes flicker up to shoot shidou a dangerous glare. the gang member should consider himself lucky that he was the only one who would get away with making such a joke. anyone else might have been shot dead on the spot. that being said, shidou figures this is a good time to leave.

“alright, alright, i’ll leave you two lovebirds free. if ya need anything boss just lemme know” the hit man says before getting out of his seat.

you wait, watching shidou leave. it’s not until he closes the door to sae’s office that you allow yourself to whimper. you’ve been biting your lip to hold back your noises the entire time that the other man was in the room. it was a relief that you no longer had to pretend that you weren’t currently cockwarming your husband as he shifted through papers.

“please sae” you whine, burying your face even further into his neck. “i’ve been good. can you please take a break and fuck me properly?”.

sae hums as he considers this. however you’re starting to get impatient with how long it’s taking him to decide. now you’re practically pawing at his shirt with frustration. any other time sae would give you whatever you wanted. you didn’t understand why he was teasing you and being so mean now.

sighing, sae rolls his eyes as he pushes his paperwork aside. “you’re too spoiled for your own good. fine, princess. i’ll take care of you”.

he doesn’t give you much time to feel relieved. within the blink of an eye sae’s picks you up and places you on his desk without removing his cock from your snug pussy. he doesn’t say it but fuck- you look so stunning laid out for him like this. it was something that sae would never admit but it was killing him just having you sit on his dick without any moment. he wanted to fuck you as badly as you wanted him too but he was too proud to confess such a thing.

instead he grabs hold of your hips and starts to set a steady pace. “you should be grateful for everything i do for you. don’t i treat my princess so well?” he asks, acting unaffected by how deliciously your cunt swallowed him every time he thrusts inside of you.

frantically, you nod your head in response. “y-yes. so good to me. please gimme more?” you beg, wrapping your legs around sae’s waist to pull him in even deeper. he groans when he feels his tip kiss your cervix. what a greedy thing you were, pleading for more when he was already giving you what you asked for. it was a good thing he liked you greedy. who else would he spend his money and time on if you weren’t this way.

“like this, princess?” he asks, increasing the intensity of his movements. all of a sudden he’s snapping his hips so hard that the only reason you don’t go flying off the table is sae’s iron grip on your waist. that was exactly what you wanted and you let sae know by moaning even louder for him.

“that’s it,” sae tells you, bringing one of your hands to his lips. he kisses your wrist, right below where the bracelet he bought for you sits. it reads his initials in shiny gold letters. there was no better way to let everyone know that you were his. well… maybe there was one other effective way, and that was cumming deep inside of you to mark his territory.

“i’m gonna breed this cunt”. it’s less than a warning and more so it’s sae ordering you to take all the seed he gives you. he doesn’t have to worry. you’d happily take whatever gift that sae gave you and that included his cum. “make sure to repay me for my kindness by cumming with me, yeah?”.

well how could you say no to that. sweetly whimpering his name, you cream around sae’s cock after a few more thorough thrusts. he doesn’t follow far behind you, painting your walls white just as he said you’d do. normally sae was good at keeping his composure. a mafioso like himself had to assure that that was one of his many skills. however, something about your post orgasm cunt manages to break down his walls. for a split second you see sae looking completely lost in you. although it’s a sight you don’t get often you savour it while you can.

“are you satisfied now?” he questions, wiping sweat off his forehead as sae pulls out of your overstimulated hole. there he goes again, acting like that was ALL for your sake. you don’t complain though. instead you send him a little smile and nod your head. “i’m glad. now, let’s get you cleaned up before that idiot shidou-“.

“who me?”.

the voice comes so out of nowhere that it startled you. sae reacts in an instant, grabbing the jacket that was hanging on the back of his leather dress chair and draping it over you. with your body shielded, he snarls at the hitman who’s standing in the entrance to the office. when did he come back?!

as if thinking the same thing, sae talks to ryusei in a tone that’s so dangerously cold that it sends a shiver up your spine. “how long have you been there?”.

“didn’t you hear me come back in?” shidou answers playfully. there was a lot that he could get away with but he was about to cross a line. shidou must have realized it because he tones it down a little. “don’t worry. i missed most of the good stuff. i just wanted to let you know that the cops raided one of our warehouses. 𝐈’𝐃 𝐇𝐀𝐓𝐄 𝐓𝐎 𝐃𝐑𝐀𝐆 𝐘𝐎𝐔 𝐀𝐖𝐀𝐘 𝐅𝐑𝐎𝐌 𝐃𝐎𝐋𝐋𝐅𝐀𝐂𝐄 𝐇𝐄𝐑𝐄 𝐁𝐔𝐓 𝐖𝐄 𝐏𝐑𝐎𝐁𝐀𝐁𝐋𝐘 𝐇𝐀𝐕𝐄 𝐓𝐎 𝐆𝐎 𝐓𝐀𝐊𝐄 𝐂𝐀𝐑𝐄 𝐎𝐅 𝐓𝐇𝐀𝐓”.

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