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♡ SPICY SWEET ♡

Gojo Satoru X Bottom G.N. Reader

/ᐠ - ˕ -マ Ⳋ warning: bad smu, smut, bottom reader, overstimulation, slow burn sex (?)

/ᐠ - ˕ -マ Ⳋ word count: 900+

/ᐠ - ˕ -マ Ⳋ authors note: hehe i hope u like it

He is so gentle with you, always so calm whenever you're feeling stressed. He just knows how to calm you down whenever you're panicking over a task; anything he says is like music to your ear; his words just hypnotize you. 

You just can't get enough of him. His boyish smile, his white spiky hair that falls across his forehead messily, his almond-shaped cerulean eyes, his athletic physique, his loud and immature laugh, the way his eyebrows knit into a frown when facing something complex, and how his lips formed into a pout, spinning the pin between his long, calloused fingers or on his pouty lips. You loved how he would try to diffuse any serious situation with his goofy attitude even though it barely seemed to work, the way he was so confident in himself, his charisma, his lame jokes, which you couldn't help but laugh at even though it was so 

"(Name)!!"

"What is it, Satoru?"

"What do you call a fish with no eyes?"

"...."

"Come on... Don't be so moody, baby, pleaseeee!!"

"Ugh.... What?"

"A fsh!!"

".... What?" 

"You know like its 'f-i-s-h' yeah, but without an i' its 'f-s-h', geddit?" He asks, bending down his form almost comically.

"Your jokes are so bad, S'toru!!" You cry out, unable to hold the laugh that escapes your lips. 

"I got you laughing, though!" He says, smiling ear-to-ear, like he had accomplished something huge.

You could really just go on and on about how amazing he was.

Whether it's when you're anxious, emotional, excited, or angry, he was just the opposite, like a stubborn cat that wouldn't budge no matter how much you tried to shove it away.

 

But Lord, have mercy on your body if you ever even thought he would be gentle in bed.

Calling him rough is an understatement; he is relentless.

He is always so rough, and he will have his way; you don't know if he is making up for all the calmness that he exudes daily.

His stamina is definitely not the only big thing, so along with his dick and his stamina, it's safe to say anytime he is pissed or had a really bad day, you're going to be writhing from overstimulation. Like now.

You understand why he is so pent up. This mission was a long one; he was away for so long you had started to get desperate to just get one text message. So naturally, when he finally came home, you jumped to hug him the first chance you got. Carrying you to your shared bedroom as he gently placed you down on the bed, cuddling you and telling you details about how his mission went. 

You don't know when both of you went from spooning him to being under him as he grabbed both your arms with his left hand and his right, grabbing onto your right leg as it rested on his shoulder. Wanton moans escaped your lips, your breathing gradually becoming more rugged.

"Fuck!! S'toru... Right.. right there, shit!! Mmgnh..." You whined your legs trying to grip the bedsheet best they could as they slipped from in between your toes due to his harsh thrusts.

"Right... Ugh... Right fucking there, baby?" He moans in your ear, his voice husky as he postsions himself hitting that exact spot over and over again, making you scream with ecstasy. 

He let go of your arms, resting them beside your head, leaning on both of his forearms, and you grabbed onto his back, your nails biting into his shoulder blades. 

"Shit... You feel so damn good, baby fuuuuckkkkkkk." His moans filled your ears as you felt yourself orgasm again; you had lost count of how many times you had come. Every time you whined about how it was too much and you're feeling overstimulated, he would just ask you to bear it a little more.

You adjust your head sideways, hands behind your back ass arched up in the air, Satoru right behind you thrusting his cock in and out of your hole, grabbing your waist a bit too tight. The little hands of the clock pointed at 7 as the larger hand pointed in between 5 and 6, the seconds ticking away one by one. It had been almost an hour since you both were at it, and you parted your lips to let out the moans that you had been holding back. Almost an hour with no breaks in between left you immensely sensitive to the slightest touch, and to your relief (sadness), you felt him pull out of you. The weight in the bed shifted significantly as you collapsed down, immediately taking in huge gulps of air. Gojo passed you a water bottle, which you gladly emptied out. You heard him head out of the room, his footsteps growing fainter with every step.

You almost fell asleep when you heard Gojo enter the room as he appeared right beside you, placing a kiss on your forehead and setting down the water bottle on the bedside table. You watch his silhouette as he opens something up, and to your absolute horror (pleasure), you watch him open another pack of condom as you gradually feel the bed dip near your legs.

"S'toru... I... I can't anymore, please.?" You beg, your voice barely audible.

"It's just one more round, baby... I have been away for so long.. so just be a little patient... yeah."

[oros-ash3s]

࿔*:･ﾟ ˚₊ 𖥔 ˚ ‧ㅤㅤㅤ୧ “Training” Ⳋ :･˚₊ ᐝ ꕀ࿐⭑

Masterlist ✧ Characters: Wren (they/them), Atlas (he/him), Cato (she/her)

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Wren hadn't meant to get distracted.

That's what they always seemed to be saying. They'd meant to focus on their homework, they'd meant to do their chores, they'd meant to get their mom to sign their permission form, they'd meant to remember to study — it had just slipped their mind. Somehow, by some sort of unfortunate miracle, it always did.

Today, of course, was much, much different than a basic task like cleaning their room. It might just be the most important day of their life. Because today... they were on a mission. A critically vital mission.

A mission to save the world.

But for some reason, Wren couldn't help but get sucked up with the rest of the crowd, their curiosity getting the better of them. They knew they should've been using this time to focus, sneak off while everyone was preoccupied, but at the sight of the bustling crowd blocking their way, they couldn't help but wander over to see what all the fuss was about.

They were all gathered in front of two thick-paneled glass walls, eager trainees pushing and shoving to get a better look at what was going on inside, shuffling and whispering with each other in excitement. Wren squished through, their small stature coming in handy, as they finally found themself at the front, body pressed in tight to the window.

They peered through the glass, face tipped so close their nose was almost brushing against the window, as they squinted and tried to get a better view of what was the cause of all the muttering. In the middle of the room, barreling through opponents like some sort of unkillable machine, was....

A boy.

Atlas swung through the air, sweat slicked to the nape of his neck. He could feel the piercing gaze of each of the training officers locked on his back, practically burning into him, as he spun his staff, jabbing it into the gut of one of his opponents’ while delivering a harsh blow to the jugular to the other. They both went flying, one crashing into the wall with a yelp while the second bulldozed through two unsuspecting trainees, sending them all tumbling to the ground like bowling pins. Although he didn’t dare lower his guard to check, he could already see the nods of approval he was undoubtedly getting from behind the observation glass, trainees and trainers alike watching in awe at his perfect form, his unbeatable strength, his quick wit. His perfect score. 

Each training session prior had gone like this: Atlas’ unmatchable skills, next to his less-than-satisfactory classmates, each who were desperate to finally rise above number 792 – the golden boy. And each training session, he would easily overpower them, knocking each opponent that dared cross his path to the ground like it was nothing, hardly breaking a sweat, the only one left standing by the end of the hour, his figure radiating power above the bruised bodies all fallen at his feet.

Today was no different. Atlas took on opponent after opponent, not allowing himself a second of rest, as the crowd outside continued to gape at him in complete astonishment. It was only when the sharp whistle from the lead director cut through the thick atmosphere did he finally allow himself to lower his guard, relaxing his posture, staff clattering from his grip, the trainee he had in a tight headlock plummeting to the ground with it. It was only then, as he turned his attention away, that he saw the amount of people gathered outside, watching.

A large horde of people were gathered in front of the observation glass, eyes all trained onto him. More faces than he could count were pressed close to the glass, trainees all excitedly trying to push their way to the front to see what all the fuss was about. Quite the turnout, he thought dimly to himself as he stepped past the rows of crumpled bodies and outstretched limbs, making his way outside. 

It wasn’t unusual, of course. It seemed that at all times there was someone or somebody watching him, inspecting. As much as he didn’t like it, he had to get used to it, being at such a high rank now. It came with the territory. But a crowd this size, well, it was definitely not what he expected to see. He slid the door open, eying the rows and rows of eager, nervous faces anxiously, before tipping his head down, averting his gaze. It wouldn’t have bothered him so much, if not for all the whispering. It was hard to all make out, in a crowd of this side, more a dull buzz of reverence, digging under his skin, turning his stomach to a mess of jitters. He sucked in a sharp breath through his nose, pushing down the nervous tension and muttering a quiet apology as he pushed his way through the crowd. 

He had only made it two feet before he was very rudely interrupted by someone crashing into him. They stumbled back, letting out a loud huff of annoyance — like they hadn’t been the one to run into him — and glared up at him, eyebrows knit together. Their expression quickly morphed into one of panic, fear flickering between their eyes, as they realized exactly who they were looking at. It was a look he knew well by now. He cleared his throat, albeit a bit awkwardly. “Uh, excuse me.” 

The trainee scrambled away from him, patting off their uniform and staring down at their feet sheepishly. They fumbled with their hands, twisting and intertwining their fingers together, their entire body tensed up at once. “Sorry. Wasn’t paying attention.” They grunted, not sounding very sorry. They were already disappearing back into the crowd before Atlas could even register their rushed apology, cutting off any other conversation. 

Atlas watched them go, unmoving for a moment, a small frown tugging at the corner of his lips. Strange. Although he was used to the weird looks or the whispering or even the intimidation at just talking to him, something about this particular interaction stood out to him from the rest. Something about how the trainee behaved was just… completely unlike any other soldiers he had the privilege of speaking to. Most of those at Eden, not unlike himself, were level-headed, calm, and respectful. While this trainee in particular was none of these things: Running into him, not paying attention to where they were going, even looking like they were about to fight him. It wasn’t like anything he had seen from another person inside the warehouse before. How very strange. 

If he was actually thinking about it, Atlas couldn’t remember ever seeing them around before. All their features had been plain, with pin-straight jet black hair cropped short, dark brown eyes, and pale skin. Nothing about it would have made them stand out in a crowd. Still, Atlas was sure he would have remembered seeing them around at least once. He’d been here for ten years, he would have remembered someone like them, so rude and scatterbrained. Unless they were new. It would explain the attitude, and why he didn’t recognize them. But such a low rank, how could they have found their way to this level? Someone like them certainly wouldn’t be allowed to oversee training…

He quickly pushed the thoughts aside, briskly continuing through the crowd and ignoring the odd feeling that was still poking at him from their interaction, as short as it was. It wasn’t any of his business. Maybe they were a special case, like him. Granted access to the higher levels due to their powers. Maybe he would find them in training soon. A proper opponent, now that would be nice. 

“Atlas.” All thoughts of the trainee were quickly forgotten at the sound of his name being called. He glanced up, finding himself face-to-face with Cato, her crisp black badge, engraved with silver lettering, shining up at him, marking her as the head of the Task Force. She made her way towards him, the crowd dispersing at her wake, creating a clear walkway for her as they pressed themselves up against the walls. It was only when she stood directly in front of him that she allowed herself to properly greet him, giving him a curt nod and a small smile. “Training went well, I assume?” 

The attention from everyone else was only amplified tenfold with Cato at his side, the wide clearing she had made leaving him out in the open, exposed. All their eyes burned into him as he gave her a small nod and smile, fingers twitching at his side, tapping against his thigh. He knew he should’ve been used to it by now, but still with every time he was singled out like this, the center of attention, he couldn’t help but flush and stare down at his feet, silent. He loved his job, loved Eden, but this was always going to be one of those things he’d much rather not be a part of it.

Cato’s smile widened, the look of approval lingering in her eyes distracting Atlas from all the attention on him, for only a moment. It was the smiles from her that made it all worth it. He could take the stares, the whispers, the rumours, as long as he had Cato at the end of the day, eyes shining in pride.

Cato glanced around at the gaggle of people gathered in a wide circle around the two of them, and her expression shifted to one of annoyance. Her sharp gaze pierced through each of the whispering, eavesdropping trainees as she raised a brow, as if to say move along, before nodding to Atlas, motioning for him to follow. “Let's walk.” She said, not waiting for a response as she moved forwards again. 

Atlas quickly scrambled to follow, falling in step beside her, taking extra care to match her sharp pace exactly. “You are on track then?” She asked, gaze trained straight ahead. “To advance.” 

“Yes,” he nodded, rubbing his thumb and index finger together in a soothing motion as he spoke. “I should be ready for when the rest of the leaders come to observe in a couple of weeks.”

Even now, as they walked further away from the training room, eyes still lingered on them. Some murmured behind their hands, shooting Atlas envious looks before being silenced by Cato’s harsh gaze on them, while others he could feel watching him, following his every movement, the glare in their eyes saying more than any whisper could. 

“Good,” Cato said, her voice calm and steady. “I’m sure they will be impressed.” 

She fell quiet, letting the words sink in. Impressed. Cato thought he was something to be impressed by. The thought brought a new type of jitters to his stomach — a good kind, this time. Atlas had been training for so long, restlessly improving his skills,  rising above the odds, constantly fighting to be recognized for his talents; the fact that the day where he’d finally be something more than a lowly trainee from the warehouse was actually arriving… Well, it all felt surreal. Evaluation Day was only weeks away. Mere weeks, and he’d finally have everything he had ever wanted. All of Cato’s lessons, the sleepless nights before tests, the drills and workouts and fights, they were all paying off. Just like they told him they would. 

“This will be good for you Atlas.” Cato’s gaze finally landed on him, sweeping him up and down, observing. Atlas went stiff as a board, his posture straight. He waited for her to pick out an imperfection that he needed to hone in on before Evaluation Day, waited for the criticisms of his form or posture, or the little remarks about his unruly appearance. But for once, no such thing came. No, for once, Cato was staring at him in nothing but pure, complete pride. “You’ve earned this.” 

Atlas’ lips parted slightly, the praise – something Cato didn’t hand out lightly – coming to him as a shock. He instantly brightened, chest puffing up in pleasure. “Right, of course.” He said quickly, the smallest smile quirking at the corners of his lips. He had earned this. 

A whisper caught his ear, pricking the back of his neck: Look who it is. Cato’s little pet. 

The snickers took him off guard. Usually, he was good at disregarding the little snide remarks said behind cupped hands. They were insignificant, in the grand scheme of things. Just words. Harmless, when compared to the blow of a weapon, or the pierce of a dagger; they were nothing. But for some reason, being so out in the open, Cato staring at him so gently, the words almost… hurt. Of course, it wasn’t anything he hadn’t heard before. He knew why life at the warehouse was always so lonely, why he got the glares and looks of intimidation. He knew what they all thought, what they were saying about him.

792 only made it this far because he’s her favourite, he doesn’t know what true hardship is like. Not when he’s pampered by the commander herself. She would’ve let him get anything he wanted. He’s only ever been special because she dotes over him so much. He’d be nowhere without her. 

It was what made working under the Leader so… intriguing. Under her, there’d be no judgement, under her, they’d see him for who he truly was, not just an extension of Cato. Under her, he’d be surrounded by like-minded people, driven for power, to do true good in the world. They’d be equals. 

Unless…

The whispers wormed their way under his skin like needlepricks, causing his expression of excitement to fade, eyebrows drawing together.

Despite himself, despite the praise Cato had given to him so softly — praise he could usually never expect from her — he found himself doubting his place, wondering if maybe they were right. After all, the Elites, the Evaluation – they were hand-picked by Cato herself. If she didn’t like him so much, if she hadn’t kept such a close eye on him, given him personal lessons, allowed him to move up when others couldn’t… would he have even made it this far? Was he truly deserving of this? 

“They are jealous. You deserve this.” Cato’s voice cut through again, practically reading Atlas’ thoughts.

He glanced back up towards her, but this time her gaze was focused forwards again, not making eye contact with him. He wished she still was. He’d do anything to get that soft smile, the way her eyes crinkled up when she was pleased with him. He simply gave her a nod, lapsing back into silence beside her. She had to be right. Cato wouldn’t lie to him, and especially wouldn’t give him a freeride to the Elites. Only the best of the best made it through. And if she thought that even the other leaders would be impressed by his skills… Well then, he had to be the best of the best, didn’t he? 

The thought spurred something inside of him, and he turned back to face her, a flicker of doubt passing across his face. “Um,” he said, lowering his voice, almost hesitating. “Ira will be coming with me, won’t she?” 

At Atlas’ words, Cato cast her gaze down on him again, but only briefly. Her eyes were laced with something indescribable as she stared down at him, and then the look was gone, her face turned away. “To your evaluation with the other leaders?” She paused. “Or moving forward to the Elites?”

Atlas stared down at his feet. “To the Elites.” He said, his words suddenly stuck in his throat, as he thought desperately on how exactly to word his next question. It was a stupid question to bother Cato with, especially when she took time out of her already-packed schedule to come visit him after training — to make sure he was alright. She didn’t have time for questions about Ira Mawar. Still, he couldn’t stop himself from continuing. “You’re considering her too, right? They’ve fought so hard to finally be one of the selected — they’ve even been here almost as long as I have. I don’t know if…” He cut himself short, the words lingering in the air as he looked towards Cato for her approval. 

Cato’s expression was now far from the soft, gentle look of pride. She shot him a firm stare, stopping him in his tracks. He was sure that the next word from her lips would be a harsh “no” — he already knew the question was wrong to ask as soon as the words left his mouth. But surprisingly enough, Cato didn’t shoot him down so fast. She hesitated for a moment, before saying in a quieter tone than before, “We are… considering them. Though, I suggest you don’t speak to her about this.” She added, the ‘if you know what’s good for yourself’ going unspoken. 

Atlas relaxed ever so slightly, relief flooding through him. “Understood.” 

The idea of having to leave his best friend behind had been the one problem that had been troubling him as Evaluation Day drew closer. Of course, he’d been waiting for the day to come since he was only a child; it was his one dream, the goal he’d been working towards for years, the thing he wanted the most. But the thought of going ahead and leaving Ira alone at the warehouse was unthinkable. She was always at his side, his rock through it all. They did everything together; an unbeatable duo. When he imagined being an Elite, she was right there at his side. 

To hear that Ira might be one of the selected instantly eased his worries. He knew it was foolish to wish to have Ira as his partner, always, but he was glad that there might be a possibility that the two of them wouldn’t have to part ways. Of course, he was never going to tell Ira this. He was fortunate enough that Cato was willing to allow him such classified information. No one knew who were the top picks for the Elites, not even the other commanding officers. Only Cato and the leaders had access to those files. To think Cato trusted him enough to tell him…. He wasn’t going to dare disobey her, not when she thought he was special enough to know. He could never break her trust like that. 

Cato nodded at Atlas’ affirmative. “You have a good heart… thinking of them like that.” She said slowly, falling quiet for another long moment. “I understand your closeness with Ira. However, you would do well to maintain your own success as your number one priority.” 

“Right.” 

“Keep training. Don’t let yourself get too relaxed now that you’re finally getting the recognition you deserve.” She reached a hand up and gave Atlas a brief pat on the shoulder, causing his ears to go pink. “I’ll see you at your next training session.” 

And with that, she disappeared down the hall again. His time with Cato was finally up.

✧ Credits go to @ohagiwrites as she helped co-write this!!

✧ Wren is also co-owned with @ohagiwrites

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[sungfairytales]

ꩄ masterlist | and a little about me

[requests: open]

hey guys!! well, i has been thinking for a while about this. and finally here, my masterlist (if you like my writing). probably i’ll pin this post, btw <3

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about my writing: i write angst (with great frequency), fluff, comedy or angst + fluff. i can out of blue write some “what if’s” one-shots sometimes, or i can post about my oc’s in the fandoms i’m in.

prompts (some ideas, you can request other prompts if you wish):

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5. “i love you.”

6. “it’ll pass.”

7. “falling in love? cringe.”

8. “if i could tell you.”

9. “jealous! as if— why i should? that’s impossible.”

10. small intimate things of domestic action them make with yuu (or y/n).

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EVERYDAY OUTFITS ─── I think yall by now noticed how girly and soft Ayumi is. She really likes to dressed up cute just for herself and stare for hours on the mirror. It makes her feel better. Looove the color pink and looking all cute.

BAGS ─── Ayumi thinks that bags put togheter the outfit so she will always buy particular ones. But, at the same time, she hate them for god of sake. She hate the fact that she need to have one of those thing attached to her shoulder the whole time, she feel like trapped. Thats why the few times she exit the home with one of them, someone else will need to take care if it.

ACCESSORIES ─── she absolutely loves to costumize her outfits, so she will have tons of things on her like glasses, pins, earrings, necklaces etc...

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tc cases i like - columbine, sandy hook, weis market shootings, jonestown massacre, heaven's gate, mr cruel, albert fish, murder of skylar neese, slender man stabbing, mary bell, colt gray

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⏜ ᷼   𓈒 ࣪ ១ ℕ𝗮ɥᧉᦢᥢ ࣪ ࣭ と ࣪ ࣭ ʿʿ

❫ ❫ 𝗮ԍᦢɾ𝗮 𝗮 ɕᦢɾ d𝗮s nυvᧉns ࣪ ࣭ ♥︎

┉┈ ࣪ ࣭ ១ ⸼ sãᦢ ƚɾᦢpɪc𝗮ɪs, ࣪ ࣭ ʿʿ ﹆ ⸼

﹪ ࣪ ࣭ ᦢ vᧉɾꭑ��ℓჩᦢ d𝗮 cᦢɾ dᦢ sᦢℓ ࣪ ࣭ ˓˓

❁̶𓈒 ࣪ ˓˓ é ɪԍυ𝗮ℓ ᦢ d𝗮 sυ𝗮 ꞗᦢcჩᧉcჩ𝗮 ࣪ ࣭ ❛

ꐑꐑ ࣪ ࣭ ⸼ ২ ࣪ 𓈒 ⑅ 𓈒 ࣪ ʿʿ ❟ ࣪ ࣭ 𖤳 🐰 ࣪ ࣭ ⭒

❈ ࣪ ࣭ ◍ ʿʿ Ɨꭎяͷᦅ ⍺գꭎɪ

━━ ⨏⍺ℓ⍺ ⍺գꭎɪ

⫭⫭ 𝆬 ݂ ᪥ ࣪ ࣭ 𝅄 ࣪ ࣭ ⌖

๑ ࣪ ࣭ ꭑᦢɾ𝕖 ꪱᥢẜᦅ ࣪ ࣭ ꧔̼

❈ ࣪ ࣭ ◍ ʿʿ ɾᧉѵɪ᥉⍺ძꪮ ꢁ ყᧉ᥉/ⴖꪮ

❈ ࣪ ࣭ ◍ ʿʿ ɔɓ᥉ᧉяѵ⍺ᥴ̜᥆̃ⲉ᥉ ꢁ

❈ ࣪ ࣭ ◍ ʿʿ ᥴᦢᥙꝕℓⲉ ꢁ@

❈ ࣪ ࣭ ◍ ʿʿ cr ꢁ rυƙꪱ̠ɑ

──━ separador

❪ ℕ ❫ ﹟nick 🧁 ࣪ ࣭ ⭒

✽̸ 𝆬 ݂🧁 ⃞ ᥢα̠чɘ𐐫n 𝆬 ݂ ౿

২ 𝆬 ݂ ❪🐰❫ ᥢα̠чɘ𐐫n 𝆬 ݂ ﹅

──━ separador

❪ 𝔹 ❫ ﹟bios 🧁 ࣪ ࣭ ⭒

Ⳋ 𝆬 ݂ ﹟꒰ℕ꒱ n𝗮࣪ч𝗲࣭𝗼࣪n ꠩ ɪ'ꭑ 𝕟࣪𝗮𝕪𝗲࣭𝕠࣪𝗻 # 𝗶 ℓ࣪𝗼v࣭𝗲 ч࣪𝗼࣭𝘂 ƚ𝘂࣪ꭑ𝗮ƚ࣭𝗶 🐰▯ 𝆬 ݂ ♡

▩̸ 𝆬 ݂ ১ 𝆬 ݂ 🧁 n𝗮࣪ч𝗲࣭𝗼࣪n ♡ ɪ'ꭑ 𝕟࣪𝗮𝕪𝗲࣭𝕠࣪𝗻 Ⳋ 𝗶 ℓ࣪𝗼v࣭𝗲 ч࣪𝗼࣭𝘂 ƚ𝘂࣪ꭑ𝗮ƚ࣭𝗶 𝆬 ݂ ᵕ̈ 𝆬 ݂ ↻

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