#hung nace agenda

[saucyjothoughts]

could you write something about jance in Paris mirror hotel room please ❤️‍🩹? I can't stop thinking about it from time to time since Jan posted that photo

(photo IG:janpeteh)

If I didn't have to be a semi-functioning member of society this would be a 12k fic.

(nsfw under the cut)

"Now?"

His response was just a grunt.

"But they're going to bring our food up soon," Jan warns.

"Don't care."

It's been such a lovely day. One of Jan's favourite days, if he's being honest with himself. In the ascent of one of the most exciting episodes of his life, not only musically and in terms of career success, but finally being able to travel and spend every day with his band. And having Nace in his life, of course. The secret that no one keeps; nobody knows (except everyone knows). It's just a friendship, but no one is surprised when they want to spend the day alone together; sweet treats and the Louvre and guitar shopping in the City of Love. When they want to stay in a different hotel to the rest of the band and crew. When they want to share a room.

"What if we get interrupted?" Jan can feel Nace's hands slip under his shirt, his teeth nibbling on the tender skin of his neck, his erection pressing against him through their clothes.

The plan was to eat and hang out after their day sight-seeing (the Mama Shelter has its own very fancy bar and restaurant but isn't room service so much cosier? And privacy is so hard to come by these days) but Nace seems to have other ideas.

"Then they'll be jealous."

Nace is already trying to undress him. It's a game they've been playing for a while now; pushing each others buttons, taking turns to tease and seduce, giving and taking power over each other, playing chicken. But in the end, they always want the same thing.

Some alone time had been Jan's idea but Nace had booked the room. The place feels kind of industrial, with stripped-back walls and a view of the skyline. It has it's own wet room - tiled shower with fancy soaps - and the decor is minimal, featuring two big mirrors on opposing walls, delivering an infinite view of... Did Nace book this room on purpose? He's getting brave.

It certainly seems to be doing something for him. He's being rough, doing his best not to leave any bite marks where they might show, and Jan lets his lungs fill with his lover's smell, something inside of him melting at the wet, hungry noises Nace is making. He lets himself be manhandled, lets his bag be discarded to the floor, lets his shirt be torn away and thrown over the back of a chair. Nace dips to pick him up, wrapping his arms just under his butt as though he weighs nothing (God, does it send shivers through Jan's bones when he does this) and tosses him onto the bed where he lands on his back and Nace can climb on after him to strip him of his socks, of his trousers, of his boxers.

He's fully exposed, tender and pink on the clean white sheets while Nace is still dressed above him. There's something about being so comparatively vulnerable that makes his cock give away his arousal, and that only spurs Nace on more. His erection must be aching in his pants by now but he ignores it, all attention on Jan's body, smoothing his hands across his chest and over his tummy hair, appreciating every inch of his body until Nace's kiss is climbing up his inner thigh.

Jan's hips writhe of their own accord, anticipating. He loves this man so fucking much. His knees lift, and Nace explores and they both realise at the same time that Jan's hole is still slippery from their play this morning, when Nace's finger skips its usually teasing to push inside with almost no resistance. This morning, they had to be quiet. But... did he remember Nace saying something about this room being soundproof? Moans fall from him, Nace's fingers playing with his ass and his mouth sucking at his balls, and he clenches his asshole around Nace's knuckle to express his pleasure, hoping he'll lose his patience.

It works.

Nace crawls up his body, kissing his way up, until he's hovering over Jan's naked form.

"You want it?" he teases.

Between them, Nace's arm is reaching down to grab the length of his own cock through his pants.

Jan wants it. He wants it bad.

"You know I do."

He pulls at Nace's hair while he unzips, shuffling his pants down just far enough to let his cock spring out. The tip is already wet, red and yearning.

"I just like to hear you say it."

So Jan says it. He tells him how badly he wants it, how badly he wants to feel Nace's cock deep inside him. How his body needs to be stretched and used and filled as urgent and vicious as Nace can give it to him. He's wanted it all day, wanted him, always him, only him.

And now that fat cock is slipping between his cheeks, Nace using his hand to guide himself towards Jan's yearning little hole.

"Need you now," he mumbles, raspy with arousal and dripping with need.

And there's something animal behind Nace's eyes when he pushes with his hips, taking, claiming, and feeling Jan gasp as he stretches around his cock, violating that intimate warmth.

He's slow at first, adjusting, not quite lubricated enough to comfortably do this for long. But Jan will savour every moment of Nace's weight over him, his hot breath against his neck, those beautiful brown eyes drinking in the sight of him.

"Want-" Jan's body has the air pushed out of him over and over as he's getting fucked, "to- see- you."

He thrusts a steady rhythm, pressing Jan's leaking cock between their bodies and pushing him down into the mattress. Jan can feel him deep, again and again and again.

He's still fully dressed, his clothes rough against Jan's bare skin.

Nace slows at this, mouth hanging open as the words register. He lands something resembling a kiss on Jan's lips before sitting up to take his shirt off.

Jan follows, shuffling in a way that makes Nace slip out of him with an unholy noise. He's on his knees, helping his not-very-secret-boyfriend pull his shirt up over his head.

That's when he remembers the mirrors.

He looks to one, the perfect view of himself and Nace, both on their knees on the crumpled white hotel sheets, facing each other, arms looking surprisingly gentle and affectionate despite the roughness of their activities.

He looks to the other, the same scene from the other side. And between them, the same reflections stretching back forever, endless.

He caresses Nace's hair, and an infinite number of Jans caress an infinite number of Naces.

"We look good together," Nace says.

"Yeah," Jan agrees. "We really do."

He slips out of his trousers and returns to his position, both of them completely naked now in each others arms. Their skin is blushed red, hairy and muscular, just beginning to sweat, soft and sensitive under each other's touch.

In infinite number of Jans and Naces kiss on the lips, strong and slow, with tongue. An infinite number of Jans squeeze their Naces butts to pull him towards them. And infinite number of Naces reach of their Jan's cocks and listen to the whimpers that come from him at the pleasure of their touch. A Jan and a Nace gasp and moan that they love each other and their words echo, infinitely.

There's a knock on the hotel room door.

Room service.

[sepetajmikolikomehoces]

I accidentally fell into a new brainrot and smut happened.

Enjoy some phone sex operator Jan and horny Nace?

[scarletslippers]

hugging with height-difference + giggling while kissing. Nace together working on a case in Nick’s loft while having dinner then Nancy looks at Ace laughing (he rarely does it) after she says something about murder and “I love you.” “I love you too, Nance.” “No, I don’t mean like “You’re my best friend and I love you. You are… I mean you are my best friend but I… I’m in love with you. Probably always have been.” And Ace goes silent for a second because he never thought Nancy could love him back and she takes it as a bad sign and tries to leave but he manages to stop her before she can. feat Nick and George finding them sleeping on the coach and proceeding to take pictures. Days later their phones are blowing up because Bess had included them in a group chat called “have a Nace day” and Ryan, Carson, Rebecca, Grant, Nick, George and Jesse are all part of it and the group chat is basically they gossiping, bets and pictures of nace while they aren’t looking

Oh my goodness, Anon. I feel like you dropped a fully-formed fic here for me to read and enjoy instead of a prompt!! PLEASE go write this, because it sounds amazing, and you certainly do not need me to write it for you.

I took some of your idea, but went in a little different direction because as soon as you said height difference, I had an idea. That, and, my established nace brain rot agenda is seriously hijacking all my fic ideas. I hope you still like it!! Read on AO3

Hugs #24 - Hugging with height difference, Kisses #26 - Giggling while kissing

“Remind me why our witchy Bess isn’t hanging this thing by magic?”

“Because Bess already made all the decorations and we have to contribute something. Also because you knew that us hanging them would give you a chance to hold onto me on the ladder and have a nice view of my ass.”

A smug smile is clear in his voice. “That is true.”

Nancy begins her descent, stopping one rung too high so that she’ll still be taller than Ace. She turns carefully on the step, his hands firm about her waist. 

“Not that I’m complaining,” she murmurs, fingers linked casually behind his neck before sliding one hand into his hair to tug him up to her for a kiss. 

Once everything has been hung, it’s time for finishing touches - Bess leaving them very specific instructions for flower petal array and color placement. The devil is in the details, Nancy! Surely as a detective, you would know that!

“What do you think, Ace?” Nancy asks, when she’s just about done. 

“Mhm, looks great,” Ace responds from his new post on the couch. 

“You’re not even looking. And you are decidedly horizontal for someone who is supposed to be helping decorate this place.”

Ace cracks one eye open and fixes her with it. “I’m supervising.”

“Like hell you are.” Nancy throws the last of the flower petals into the air in defeat, laughing as she heads to Ace. Her hair curtains around them as she leans to kiss him, laughing again, startled, into his mouth as he suddenly pulls her down on top of him. 

She’s busy settling into him when he grumbles into her hair, “George and Nick better appreciate this. Watch them be so deliriously happy on a post-honeymoon high that they don’t even notice.”

———

Nancy doesn’t remember falling asleep, but the harsh buzz of Ace’s phone vibrating on the coffee table certainly startles her awake. “Is that the damn group text again?” She groans. 

“Yeah. Yet another reminder not to underestimate Bess,” he says, shifting the phone down so that Nancy can see it from her vantage point. 

It’s a picture of them, asleep on the couch, clearly not more than an hour old. She must have stopped by to double check their work. A snarky text along the lines of how long do they think they can hide this accompanies the photo. 

“How long should we make them sweat it out before we tell them that we know they know?”

Ace shrugs as best he can beneath her. “I don’t know. I’m having fun, aren’t you? It’s definitely enjoyable to watch Bess lose it every time I very subtly hold your hand at the Claw. I’m impressed she hasn’t cracked yet.”

“And they still have no idea you hacked the group chat?”

“Oh, Ted knows.”

Nancy’s head shoots up at that, propping her chin on Ace’s chest to stare him down. “Ted knows? How does Ted know?”

“She helped me hack in.”

“Like you needed her help.” Nancy returns with skepticism. 

“Well…it was faster and easier to hack it with her help. Plus she owed me one.”

“For?”

He laughs, surprised she hasn’t figured it out. “You really think Ted created and maintained an anonymous fan site, complete with online store and officially licensed merchandise totally independently?”

“You knew about the Fan Fans website?”

“Yeah, I -“

“That means you knew about -“

Ace shrugs again. “You are plucky, Nance.” Kisses her hair. “Just admit it and embrace the cute.”

[saucyjothoughts]

Since we are all wet/hard for Hung!Nace can we get a "Nace fucking (gn) reader with his massive cock " please!!

Good thing everyone can do anal, my dear Anonyboo - and it can accommodate larger dicks much easier.

(nsfw under the cut)

He's big. So very big. You, however, like big. Your toys are all big in weird and wonderful shapes and any time you show someone your collection they look at you in either awe or terror.

So no one was surprised when you began to show an interest in Nace Jordan. Not with his reputation. Not with how all the girls and guys would try to catch a glance, trying to see if the rumours was true.

Truthfully, you never expected it to get this far. He was an intrigue, a fantasy, too kind and wholesome to be corrupted by the likes of you. Or so you thought. But now the two of you are in his room and not only are the rumours true about Nace's talents but you're seeing a whole new side to his personality, too. A whole new hunger.

Even soft Nace is bigger than many people hard. It hangs between his legs like a third leg until you put on a show for him, stripping slowly and kneeling before him, licking and kissing him until it fills with blood, pumping up bigger and bigger and bigger until it looms over you. You smile. It looks perfect.

You both know it takes preparation to take on something that size (you from playing with your toys, him from his failed attempts at finding a partner who can handle him), your asshole soon drenched in copious amounts of lube and thick fingers stretching you out. It feels divine, his fingers loosening your muscles, bringing you pleasure before his horse cock is anywhere near you.

"Are you sure?" he asks one more time, pulling on a condom (extra large) and drizzling lube all over himself.

You're sure.

You kiss him before he kneels behind you, lines up and pushes.

He's big. So very big and he just. Keeps. Going. He keeps pushing further and further and further until he's fully inside you, his balls flush to your skin.

It's so perfect, so wonderfully perfect. Then he pulls out and you're pretty sure your brain is pulled out with it. He starts a steady rhythm of short, shallow thrusts, pushing in then pulling out, pushing in a tiny bit further and pulling out again. You're high on the feeling, on how you can take his thickness, on how he still stretches you even with all the preparation. And he's not even all the way in anymore.

"Nace!" You beg. He's holding back. He's not completely inside you, not using you like you want. His strokes are controlled and short and you know he can give much, much more than that.

"Fuck me properly," you tell him, looking over your shoulder and shimmying your hips.

"I don't, fuck, I don't want to hurt you," he responds, another few short thrusts rocking you against the bed. His thoughtfulness shines through even in his lustful haze; Nace's words spoken through an animal's snarl.

"You aren't going to. Please, fuck me. I want all of you." Your words are a desperate plea, your body crying out for more.

You get an unexpected groan and then he slams himself in all the way, his balls slapping against you. He pulls almost all the way out, just the tip of his cockhead still inside before ramming in again. He isn't holding back now. And the noises he's making tell you how good you must feel against his cock, his hands getting rougher, his breathe intermittently on the back of your neck, your shoulders, as he folds down to graze his teeth against your salty-wet skin.

You can't help but loudly moan, the sound cutting out with every harsh thrust from the man above you. It's everything you want. He's so big and perfect and when you bring a hand to your stomach you can feel the damn thing moving inside your guts.

He fucks you hard and you can't think anymore. You're nothing more than a sex toy, his sex toy, a hole to be pounded into for his pleasure.

You come when he does, when he holds your hips so hard you'll get bruises and your name is on his tongue and his dick is so, so deep in your ass.

Your friends will be desperate to hear the story if they ever find out about this. They'll beg you to tell them if what they've heard is true, what Nace Jordan's cock can really do. But for now, the secret is all yours. Full of his cum and wrapped in his arms, this moment is yours.

[saucyjothoughts]

hi please excuse me but my brain won't stop thinking of your hung nace/size queen jan post for the last few days and uh… I felt compelled. and also very unhinged. HAVE A GIFT. ❤️🙏🍆

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It takes Nace less than a minute to come once he starts fully pounding Jan's ass, and in any other situation he might be embarrassed, but Jan's already soaked the sheets underneath them twice so he figures he's earned it.

What is slightly embarrassing is how *much* he comes. It's seeping around his cock with his last few thrusts, leaking down Jan's thighs. When he pulls out slowly, to savor the feeling, Jan makes an inhuman noise as even more cum spills from his fucked-open hole.

“Fuck,” nace gasps, unable to catch his breath, a jumble of feelings blending together into pure dazed wonder as he looks at the aftermath. 

Jan collapses on the bed, not paying any mind to the puddle, hands still shaking as they blindly reach for Nace behind him. “c’mere.”

even though he's sure jan enjoyed it with the way he kept urging him on, nace needs to make sure “did I hurt you?” 

“it was fucking perfect. you're fucking perfect” jan’s voice is slurred, absolutely cock drunk. Grabby hands finally find nace's arm and nace allows himself to be pulled down. Jan burrows into his side and squirms a little.

“we should clean up” nace doesn't want to make this uncomfortable. Any of it. He'll play by jan’s rules.

“no, I like feeling you” Jan mumbles. The hand not on nace's chest is behind his back, and it takes a moment for nace to realize jan's fingering himself. 

Nace’s cock twitches against his belly. “god, you're insatiable” it's not a complaint. He's actually amazed that he might be able to get it up again, but then again he's never before had “Jan peteh feeling the mess he'd made of his sloppy hole and grinding his half-hard dick against his thigh” for motivation

“can't help it, you're too fucking hot” Jan says with an unrepentant smirk “Besides, you were wrong, can't taste it. You'll have to try again”

Nace rolls jan onto his back, wipes off a smear of cum on his inner thigh, and Jan opens his mouth before he can even taunt him with it. “good boy,” he says as Jan sucks the taste of him off his fingers.

Jan embraces him, spreads his legs, parts his lips for nace’s tongue, offers everything he has. willingly. eagerly. “Your good boy,” he whispers

Insatiable. But so is nace.

Wake up boos, there is a hung!Nace x sizequeen!Jan sequel!!

(original misli here)

[saucyjothoughts]

May I... chime in with some Hung Nace?

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Nace has learned to have no expectations of gigs, less so of his band mates during gigs. Far too often, he and Jan have gravitated towards each other and Nace has seen a hunger in Jan's eyes, hidden behind his long hair, that tells Nace in no uncertain terms what Jan wants, what he craves. It'll keep him half hard throughout the show, and by the time they get back to the hotel they are staying at, they are both equally ravenous and Jan begs and begs until Nace is bottomed out with one arm wrapped around Jan's neck, squeezing just so.

Kris will occasionally seek him out, equal parts professionalism and playfulness. It's never anything more serious than hamming it up for the audience. Yet. Jure is always touchy, but it's innocent and joyful, hanging off of Nace and Jan, laughing and whispering less than appropriate jokes.

Bojan... Bojan is the loose cannon. Bojan, who will reverently drag fingers along Kris' fine features, pull at Jan's hair in a way that makes something simmer in the pit of Nace's stomach. Bojan, who had been circling Nace for most of the gig, handsy and pushing the boundaries between them. And maybe Nace decides to push back. And Bojan... Bojan pushes back. Bojan pushes back and the vibrations of Pinči run right through Nace, licking like fire in his veins and he is harder than he thinks he might get away with. And Bojan... Bojan's eyes are on him. Knowing.

During one of Bojan's speeches, Jan sidles up to Nace, an easy smile to hide his words, "I think Bojan should come by tonight."

That's... That should not excite Nace as much as it does. Should not make him glance towards Bojan, should not make his cock twitch when Bojan imperceptably falters at the smile and raised eyebrow Nace shoots him.

And yet.

And yet, he can barely keeps his hands off Jan once they're on their floor, kissing and nipping at him before they're even through the door.

"Why?" Nace asks, grinding against Jan and revelling in the way Jan's breath shudders out of him at the feel of Nace's cock, hard and aching through his trousers.

"Because Bojan and I... have something in common."

The idea that Bojan–

Nace loses it a little, loses himself in Jan's eager kisses and hands that don't seem to want to find buttons and zippers. No matter. Nace is not above ripping Jan's clothes, or his own.

"Are you asking me to– He'll need–" Nace babbles, voice strained while Jan's talented fingers work over his length.

A knock on the door, Nace freezes, but Jan just smirks, squeezes teasingly around the base of Nace's cock.

"Right on time." Then, in response to the no doubt perplexed expression on Nace's face. "I texted him in the car. Told him to give us ten minutes."

"Jan, he– What does he expect? Can he... can he take me?"

"Oh, Nacko..." Jan saunters over to the door. "Bojan is like me, he loves them big. But not necessarily to... physically experience it himself. Bojan is here to watch. And maybe if you want to tease him about how good that cock feels while you fuck me full... I'm sure he won't mind."

Another knock. A little more insistent. Nace takes his cock in hand, jerks it lazily to spread the precum over the head.

"Let's not keep him waiting, then."

Hung!Nace x sizequeen!Jan part three! You guys are killing me

(original misli here and part two here)

[saucyjothoughts]

HUNG NACE AGENDA YOU WILL ALWAYS BE FAMOUS

I'll never look at him the same way again.

The face of a man who knows the secret (and is probably still dripping):

(gif by TU:stealthywing)

[saucyjothoughts]

Jan confirmed Naces enormous cock with the new post

Jan's favourite thing to put in his mouth: Nace's juicy Slovenian sausage.

In between shows, he's probably at home looking at food like this, sighing wistfully, thinking "everything reminds me of him."

[saucyjothoughts]

I want Nace to fuck my mouth!!

Are you sure you can handle a cock like his, Anonyboo?

(nsfw under the cut)

It looks so big next to your face when he pulls it out of his pants. You've been watching him stroke the outline of his erection as you got on your knees but now it's out in all its glory and just the sight makes your mouth water. It's heavy in his big hands and so close to your face that you can smell his musk, but you don't have time to savour it because in a beat he's gripping his fist into your hair and forcing the tip of his cock between your lips.

"Breathe through you nose, baby," he reminds you as you gag and splutter, his fat dick hitting the back of your throat and stretching your jaw. His voice is raspy with arousal and you try to breathe, try to relax, but he's so big inside you, pushing as far as you can take him and your chin is still inches away from his balls, your nose not even close to burying into his pubes. You're dribbling down your chin and he tastes salty, all sweat and precum and Nace. You barely have room to work your tongue against him but he moans when you try, using your mouth as his own little fucktoy. Not caring if he chokes you, he fucks into your face hard, holding your head still as he thrusts himself into you over and over, grunting above you. Every time he pulls out, you try desperately to catch your breath; the moments when he's slapping his wet shaft against your face or rubbing his head against your tongue are a welcome respite from his onslaught.

Your throat feels bruised and your eyes prickle and just when you think it will never end, the volume of his cursing changes. He pulls out, one hand tugging your head back, forcing your mouth to hang open by instinct, the other hand around his cock, jerking hot cum into your mouth, across your face, into your hair. You're soaked by the time he's done.

Panting, he sinks to his knees and takes your sticky chin in his hand to admire his work - your red, tear-streaked face covered in his pleasure. There's still something hungry in his eyes.

"Next time you'll take it all the way down your throat."

[saucyjothoughts]

I'm still thinking about hung!Nace... that was incredible of you, sincere kudos <3 He really should wear a skirt so it's free to hang in full glory and feel the wind... and easy access..

Cruel Anonyboo, how dare you make me think about hung!Nace in a skirt.

And how easy it would be to slip your hand up his bare thigh when he's sat next to you. Sneaking a little up-skirt peek to see if he's wearing boxers, or lace, or neither. How the fabric would move around his strong legs when he walks, and get pushed around by his cock when he gets hard. The naughty look on his face when he's out in town with the cool air against his balls. How he lets his knees rest apart during your fancy dinner so you can take advantage of him and slip a bare foot between his legs to caress his dick while he tries to keep a straight face in front of the waiter. It's enough stimulation to keep him hard but not enough to get him off, so you just know that the second he gets the chance he's gonna rail you so hard (in the restaurant bathroom or in the street or in his car) that you forget your own name.

[saucyjothoughts]

Naces cock is 20cm big and 7cm girth

Not me getting a measuring tape out to see if this is like I imagine (and not Mister Saucy asking what I need it for when I can't find it in the drawer). You might be about right there, Anonyboo.

[saucyjothoughts]

You're really trying to kill us with Nace's mighty D? Well you're not done yet, give us more!

I'm still breathing

i'm not even numb yet

I haven't drowned in my own wetness yet

I just need his huge cock you are like a drug I don't care if I die because of this PLEASE GIVE IT TO ME!!!

I wish Nace would try to kill me with his Mighty D until I'm numb not breathing drowned in my own wetness

[saucyjothoughts]

your friendly neighborhood "hung nace agenda" enthusiast 🙏here, asking all the important questions. such as, do you think martin still checks in on his boys every now and then, just to make sure they're all taken care of? I'm sure he's heard nothing but good things from them about nace and doesn't have any worries. but maybe when he's in town he gets to see how nace "performs", just to make sure...

what a wonderful idea! of course Nace took up the mantle of looking after the Jokers. Someone had to keep them all in line.

(NSFW under the cut)

Bojan is always a little performer, playing up his sensuality to an audience, touching himself, thrusting his hips, letting his tongue out to pant like a dog as he sings his heart out. He’s so very aware of the eyes always on him.

However the best way to make Bojan forget he’s being watched is to have his mind consumed by pleasure, all thoughts of performing squirting out of his ears faster that the precum dripping out of his dick as Nace fucks him.

“I see I had nothing to worry about,” Martin muses from the chair, stroking his cock absentmindedly as he watches Nace take care of their little singer. Bojan whimpers loudly as Nace pushes harder, deeper, growling against his neck.

“You trained him to take dick like a slut, I should be thanking you,” Nace laughs as Bojan clenches and tightens around him, proving Nace’s point by moaning high and loud, a moan to rival even the best pornstars. He’s cock drunk and happy, clenching around Nace’s dick with every movement he makes. He hasn’t cum yet but it doesn’t matter, there’s already Martin’s load from earlier rising up and running down Bojan’s thighs when Nace pulls out of him.

“Does Nace take good care of you Bojan?” Martin purrs from his chair, his cock long and hard in his hand.

He gets a slurred “uh-huh” in response, Bojan grinning happily as Nace kisses down his spine.

“Good. Now be a good boy and go get Jan, I want to see if it’s true that Nace managed to tame the little hipster brat.”

[saucyjothoughts]

you are doing the lord's work.

HUNG NACE AGENDA 🙏🙏🙏🙏🙏🙏🙏🙏

And on the eighth day, the good Lord did write rpf about Nace Jordan's massive cock.

[saucyjothoughts]

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