You're So Soft With That G.G Anom But So Rude With Me. :'(

You're so soft with that G.G anom but so rude with me. :'(

Don't be like that, I love you ttoo you know that.

I need you girl, wae dachil geol almyeonseo jakku niga piryohae... ♡♡♡♡

I need you girl neon areumdawo, I need you girl neomu chagawo, I need you girl I NEED YOU GIRL. OMFG I LOVE THESE BOYS 💜💜💜💜💜💜

Swim - Kim Taehyung (m)

— pairing | Kim Taehyung /Reader

— word c | 2,407

— genre |   Smut.

— summary | He knew you, but he had never spoken to you. You were Hoseok’s best friend, and he was really jealous of you, he never opened a way for Taehyung to approach. Until one night at a party, where Hoseok wasn’t around you. The way was free for Taehyung do what he always wanted. 

— warnings/tags | Bad words, Explict sex. 

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Ride or Die - Chapter 9 (M)

— pairing | Jeon Jungkook /Reader

— word c | 9,253

— genre | Mafia au!, angst , Smut.

— summary |  He seemed to have come out of a museum for being so handsome, it seemed to be that badboy coming straight from the teen movies, but as you go deep into his life, you realize he was not a badguy just to annoy his parentes. He was not a Badboy, but a BadMan. He sold drugs and his friends too. He commanded a dangerous, feared gang.And you fell madly in love with him, almost leaving your life and everyone you knew behind, to be with him..

— warnings/tags | Adult contente, Violence, drugs, alcoholic beverages, explicit sex, low slang words.

— disclaimer | myself and this fic DOES NOT condone violence, abuse, use of drugs, alcohol or any kind of crimes. This is a fanfic, an alternative reality, I have no intention of offending anyone. If that makes you feel bad, please do not read. In this fanfic the character is not abusive to the reader, and remember, what Jungkook does in this fanfic is not what he does in real life. Myself or this fanfic does not have any type of connection with BTS, Jungkook or Bighit. Hope you like it.

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AWW BABY I WISH I WAS WITH YOU SO I COULD COOK FOR YOU AND CUDDLE WHILE WE WERE WATCHING YOUR FAVORITE MOVIE... 💕 -G.G.💕😇 *MY BIG SISTER ALWAYS DO THIS THINGS WHEN I'M NOT FEELING GOOD OR WHEN I'M TIRED... 💕💤

I would really like that, love. 💜💜💜

Hazard - Jung Hoseok (M)

— pairing | Jung Hoseok /Reader

— word c | 5.200

— genre | Badboy au!, angst , Smut.

— summary |  You are suspicious that your boyfriend is cheating on you. You decide to follow him one day, after work, and find him at a bar, kissing his secretary.  You two start fighting on the street, outside the pub, and that’s where you meet him. A man you’ve never seen before offers you a ride on his motocycle and you accept. And this ride ends with you in his bath, fucking him.

— warnings/tags | Adult content, explicit sex, low slang words.

“Who do you think you are? Who do you think I am? Do you think I'm a toy that you play with and replace when you get tired? I'm a fucking person, you asshole." You were yelling at your boyfriend, now ex boyfriend, who tried to explain to you the scene that you had just picked up, he and a girl kissing inside a pub in the city. You and Jeha had been together for almost two years, and within a few months you were suspicious that he was cheating on you, so you decided to investigate. Today he said that he would stay at his job later, and you stood at the door of the building where he worked, when you saw him leaving with another woman, you followed and you both came to the pub where they were now. You entered the establishment and saw him kissing this other woman. You threw a glass of beer over the two of them and left the place, but he came after you, trying to explain what had happened, but you just did not want to hear, and what should have been just a little discussion, turned into an ugly fight, where you even hit him with a slap in the face, pulling you away as he tried to approach.

“Don’t you ever touch me again, speak my name or dare speak to me, Jeha. You make me sick. If you didn’t want to be with me any more, you'd end this fucking relationship instead of cheating on me, you son of a bitch.” You yelled again, catching the attention of the people in the waiting line to enter the pub.

“This is all your fault, (Y/N).” He yelled back, making you stand still for a few seconds before turning your face slowly toward him, with your mouth half open and half-closed eyes, not believing what you had just heard. “You always pay more attention to your work than me, you're never at home when I need you, and you were not giving me what I deserved.”

“You deserve a punch in the middle of your face for telling me such outrage. I took the entire month off just to be with you, and it's you who said you was full of work, but you was actually cheating on me with your secretary, Kim Jeha.” You said, raising the tone of your voice gradually until you were screaming his name with all the air you had in your lungs.

You two were silent, one staring at the other, while people around stared at you and whispered. You were breathing heavily and wondering if you would punch him or if you turned your back and left. You were always a good girl, you always did everything your parents wanted. Dating with Jeha was their idea and in the beginning you liked it because you had a crush on him, but at that time, you just wanted to go back in time and finish everything before that happened. You were not a silly teenager, you knew that none of it was your fault and nothing he said would make you feel bad about it, as if you were to blame. But still you felt bad, because during the time you dated, you did everything for him, and everything was wasted now.

You were about to say something when a hand touched your shoulder, making you turn back. There was a man behind you, he had black hair and dark eyes. his face was long and his cheeks were thin, his hair was half party, showing a piece of his forehead. He was tall, you had to lift your head to see his full face. He wore leather pants, boots, a T-shirt, and over it a jacket, all his clothes were black. His hand that was on your shoulder, squeezing it gently, and he stared at you. You opened your mouth to speak, but you did not have exactly what to say, and all the tension you were feeling seemed to fade as he stared deep into your eyes.

“You've already humbled yourself too much because of this piece of shit.” He said, his voice causing shivers throughout your body. "You deserve better." He said, and Jeha protested, advancing upon you and raising his hand to take the hand of that man off your shoulder, but the mysterious man was faster and grabbed the wrist of your ex-boyfriend, pushing his arm away from you, without even having to take his eyes off yours.

The mysterious man stepped aside, pointing toward a gray Harley Davidson that was standing on the side of the road, with two helmets without visors hanging from the back. You looked back at that man next to you, who was still serious but in a way that was not scary or intimidating and then looked at the bike. You've never ridden a motorcycle. You've never dated a stranger in your life, all the people you were with, that you talked to were people you've known all your life. You never took the risk, you had never faced the danger, and at that moment you were instigated to try. You would get out of your comfort zone and face what was ahead that line.

You took a deep breath and without looking at your ex boyfriend, you walked towards the bike, listening to Jeha scream for you. As soon as you got a helmet, you looked back, seeing Jeha being prevented from reaching you by two other boys dressed in the same clothes as that mysterious man.

He was standing at your side, he took the helmet and placed it, sitting on the bike and turning it on, making the engine roar, giving you chills. You did not hesitate to sit in the back and move your hands around his waist. Soon after, he was driving away from that street and Jeha's desperate cries were replaced by the roar of the motorcycle engine.

“Where do you live?" You had your chin on the mysterious man's shoulder when he asked you while he was still driving the bike. You frowned, confused as to why he was asking that.

“Are you going to take me home?”

"Yes, what did you think I would do to you? That I would rape you? That I would dope you and sell you on the black market?” He asked, raising his voice enough so that you could hear him over the sound of the engine, his voice full of irony. You swallowed and shook your head.

“I thought we were going to have sex.” You said after creating courage, and at the same time, the man stepped on the bike's brakes, stopping it in the middle of the street. You squeezed his waist in your arms, and closed your eyes tightly. As soon as the bike was stationary, you were relieved that there was no accident and no vehicle behind you. You hated bikes because of this, you were afraid something would happen. You had a good chance of surviving a car crash, but the chances of surviving a motorcycle crash were extremely small. The mysterious man lowered the pedal of the motorcycle and turned the handlebars. Soon after he removed his helmet and turned his neck back a little, looking over his shoulder at you. It was the same expression he had when you left that pub. You blinked a few times and swallowed.

“Do you want to fuck me?” He asked with a frown, his eyes slightly wide, not seeming to believe you had said that. You moved your head a little to the side, entering his field of vision and nodded, biting your lip shortly after. You could swear that his black eyes darkened when he saw you biting your lip. He clenched his jaw and took a deep breath. “In your house?”

You were at the back of a motorcycle, with a guy you had never seen before. You had said that you wanted to have sex with him and you had a great chance of getting yourself into trouble, but at that moment, you were not caring about it. If something were to happen, and that was your last night on earth, you would take advantage of all your chances.

“How about yours?” You asked, your voice breaking. He licked his lips and stared at you for a few seconds, looking for some sign of hesitation or regret in your face, but he found nothing. He nodded and put on his helmet, pulling up the bike pedal and driving again, but this time, toward his house.

…

As he parked the motorcycle in front of the large gray building, with several graffiti scattered over its finish, you were wondering whether you regretted it or not. You came down first and the mysterious man came down soon after, putting his helmet on the bike and doing the same with yours. You took a good look around you, seeing you were a very low-class neighbor. There was no one on the streets, but you felt like you were being watched. You looked back at the man next to you who was looking at you curiously, analyzing your reactions. He nodded toward the entrance gate of the building and walked toward it with his hands tucked into the front pockets of his pants, making you have to run to get him.

“Is there no danger of someone stealing your bike?" You asked him who just laughed and shook his head in denial. You blinked in confusion, but didn’t say anything else. He opened the building gate for you and then the door leading to the entrance hall. You two headed toward the staircase next to the elevator that had a yellow stripe locking the door, saying the elevator was broken. As you climbed the stairs behind that man, you noticed by the faint glow that did not light up the stairs, which were also graffiti of gang names and profanity on the walls.

The two of you climbed four flights of stairs until he opened a door and passed it, entering a corridor that led to some apartments. There were four doors in the hall, two on each side of the hall. Three of them had graffiti, and only the last one on the left was totally clean. Already on the right side, in the middle of the two doors, there was a couple kissing and touching without modesty, as if they were in the privacy of their houses. You just lowered your head and took a few steps, approaching the back of the mysterious man who just stopped walking as he stood in front of the clean door, opening it, and took a step back and mentioned for you to enter. So you did, entering and observing the place. It was a small apartment.

The living room was joined with the kitchen, separated only by a counter. There was a 40-inch television on top of a rack next to the door you had entered and a leather couch slouched across from her. Behind the sofa was the stone counter that separated the living room from the kitchen, and beside the kitchen wall, right in front of you, was a small hallway that led to a wooden door. To your right, there was a window with shutters half open, letting the streetlight light illuminate inside. It was a cozy place, unlike the luxury you used to have in your apartment. It was not messy, despite having a few boxes of Thai food on the table in front of the sofa and some pizza boxes on the kitchen counter. The wallpaper was a light gray color, with some white details in the corners, where the walls met.

You turned back, facing the mysterious man leaning against the door with his arms folded, his head leaning forward, looking at you through his lashes. That's when you remembered why you were there. As he took a big step toward you, ending the distance between the two of you, you held your breath involuntarily, looking into his eyes, feeling your heart soar as if in a race. You had never had sex with someone unknown, in fact you had never had sex with someone other than Jeha, you lost your virginity with him two years ago and had never experienced another man. You were extremely nervous, but you were not regretting, you just needed a little more time to get used to the idea.

The mysterious man noticed your tension and smiled. He sure had one of the most beautiful smiles you had ever seen and you knew he knew that. Even with the strain on your whole body, you could feel the heat between your legs.

“Take a breath.” He said slowly and almost like a whisper, making you remember that you were still holding your breath. You gasped and nearly choked on the air you pulled into your lungs. He stared at you for a few more seconds, before turning away from you and walking toward that small hallway. “I'm going to take a shower, make yourself comfortable.” He said and entered through that door, leaving it open and disappearing into that room. You stood in the middle of the room, confused by what had just happened. You thought he would kiss you and take you to the bedroom, or even to the sofa, not that he said it and left.

You bit your lip and decided to go to that room. You hesitated to come in, but you took the courage to continue. It was a small room, there was a door that was open that led to the closet, and another that led to what appeared to be a bathroom. The room had the same color on the walls, but the difference was that there were posters of rock bands decorating the room. The bed had a white sheet and a gray blanket over it, it was messed up, as if someone was just getting up. There were some clothes thrown across the floor, most of them dark. You heard the tap being turned on and turned toward the bathroom, deciding if you were going to go there, or if you expected him to finish bathing. You had never been through such a situation, so you were confused.

“I know you want to come in here.” The mysterious man's voice said, making you jump with fright. “If you feel comfortable, and feel like coming in here, you're more than welcome.” His voice said again. You shook your head, pushing away the indecisive ones and clenching your fists, walking confidently to the bathroom. Upon entering, you were standing in front of a grimy little white sink and a mirror. There was a toilet next to it, and in the background, leaning against the wall, was a white bathtub. where the mysterious man was relaxed, lying in there under the water, his head thrown back, propped against the wall, his eyes closed and his arms resting on the edges of the tub.

You never thought you would feel so aroused, so attracted to someone just to see him in a bathtub.

"Wh-what's your name?" You asked, stuttering the words, squeezing your thighs as sheyou felt the heat between your legs rise. The man didn’t bother to open his eyes to answer.

“Hoseok” He said. Hoseok, that name is very familiar to you. "And you're (Y/N)."

“How do you know...?” You asked confusedly, but then you remembered that Jeha had shouted your name several times before that mysterious man, entitled Hoseok, got you out of there. You thought of some other question to ask, but your mind was very drunk with the vision you were having. You just realized you were staring when Hoseok opened his eyes and turned to you.

"Are you going to stand there or will you join me?" He asked calmly, without showing any kind of expression. Now, your indecision was attacking again. "You told me you wanted to have sex, (Y/N), but if you don’t want to, I will not force you to do anything." He said realizing you were not going to say anything. Somehow, his voice, the way he looked at you, brought you confidence, security, and that was strange, but it was good. It was very good.

You took another deep breath, bringing your hands toward your back, where the zipper of your red dress was. You didn’t bother to climb on his bike wearing it, because you wore a black pantyhose underneath. Hoseok followed the dress slowly as it slid to the floor and then he looked up at you, your pantyhose reached your belly button and you wore a black lace bra. You kicked the boots off your feet and grabbed the hem of your pantyhose, pulling it down, showing off your black lace panties. Hoseok shifted in the tub, feeling that little private show was affecting him intimately. After another deep breath, you took your hands up to your back, unbuttoning your bra and tossing it down, taking off your panties soon after. Hoseok tipped his head to the side, and looked you up and down slowly as you approached the tub.

You felt your body warm as you felt his dark eyes scanning your naked body. You bit your lips, trying not to use your arms to hide yourself, and Hoseok stifled a groan. He wanted to bite your lips. You leaned against the edges of the tub to sit on the other side, facing Hoseok and shrinking your legs, knowing that his legs were open, and his feet were on either side of your hip.

“I never had sex with another man other than my ex." You said after a few minutes in silence, taking your eyes off the spume and looking at Hoseok who staring at you with intensity in his eyes..

"I told you, you don’t have to do anything you do not want …"

“I want to." You answered almost immediately. Hoseok bit his lip and arched one eyebrow at you, letting out a heavy sigh soon after.

“Come here" He called to you with one hand. "Sit on my lap and let me kiss you." He said almost in a whisper, but with authority in his voice. You didn’t hesitate to obey, using your hands on the edges of the tub to support yourself, you were able to sit on his lap, your body trembling, releasing a groan as you felt your clit and all your cunt to be right on his cock, pressing it against his belly. He chuckled. "You barely touched me and it's already like this? I really doubt that shit fucked you right in the time you were together. You're all horny, I don’t doubt that if I take your panties, it will be soaked of your juice, because I know you were horny just to climb on that motorcycle.”

“I can only agree with you." You said in a trembling voice as Hoseok ran his hands down her bare back.  “And I never had sex with another guy who was not Jeha, so I can not answer you if ...”

“ I will show you.” Hoseok interrupted you, snarling and kissing you soon after. An overwhelming kiss that made you lose air. His hands pulled you against him, caressing your bare skin as his tongue attacked your mouth. It was strange, that kiss seemed so familiar to you, as if you had kissed him before and now you were having a déjà-vu feeling. “Rub on me.” He whispered between your lips and you obeyed, taking your hands out of his hair and holding on his shoulders, moving your hips toward his, rubbing your pussy on his cock. He moaned against your lips and tightened his arms around you before lowering his hands to your hips, helping you to move. All that friction against him was making your core catch fire and you tightened your fingers on his shoulders, stopping the kiss to breathe, and staring into his face. He let out a wicked laugh and you wondered why. Easily, Hoseok moved his hand between you and held his cock, and as soon as you made the move against his hip, Hoseok hugged your waist, pulling you up a bit and positioning his dick in your entrance, making you sit down and make his dick slide all the way into you.

You chocked at the scream you gave as you felt his dick stretching your walls, throbbing as you felt he had hit hard your weak spot, making your whole body shake with the first orgasm. You looked at him as you gasped, frowning, blinking confused eyes as you tried to control your body that wanted to squirm over him. He smiled at you, a smug smile, knowing what had just happened. As your body calmed down from the sudden orgasm, you wondered what the hell had happened. How did you have an orgasm that fast?

Hoseok gently caressed your face and kissed you all over your face, neck and shoulders, waiting for your body to calm down. As soon as you stopped trembling over him, he looked up at you with a sweet smile.

“Ready to move?” He asked, holding your chin. You nodded. He once again grabbed your hips and helped you up and down his dick, riding slowly, until you regain all your strength and start riding fast and hard on him. Hoseok groaned and threw his head back, closing his eyes and leaning his head against the wall as you rolled your hips, up and down on his cock. His hands squeezed your ass and he lifted his head, staring at you with his eyebrows drooping and his jaw clenched. There was lust in his eyes and you knew it was because of you, and for some reason that gave you butterflies in the stomach and made you smile. “You're so tight.” He moaned as he unraveled into the tub and sat, hugging you, bringing his face to your neck and giving you hickeys. "I want to fuck this tight pussy in every possible position." He moaned, biting your shoulder, making you moan as you up and down on his lap. “Fuck.” He moaned, leaning back and holding the edges of the tub. “Lie down on me and hold on to the side of my head.” He asked and you obeyed. You leaned over his chest, gripped the edge of the tub on either side of his head. He bit his lip and began to move slowly against you, using the edges of the tub as support and pushing his hips against yours.

Soon his movements began to grow stronger and deeper and every thrust he gave you, you moaned loudly, closing your eyes and biting your lips. You turned your head, as if you were cracking your neck and began panting feeling your core contracted and your cunt pulsing, thirsting for a new orgasm.

“Look at me.” He asked, but you were too absorbed in feeling all that pleasure that you couldn’t open your eyes. “I want to see your eyes when you cum.” And then his hand was on your throat, raising your head and forcing you to look at him. The pressure he was making on your neck was making you breathless, and your face began to turn red, but for some reason that was being pleasurable. You rolled your eyes and let out a hoarse groan, tightening around him, making him grunt and squeeze his fingers in your throat as he pounded deep, hard and slowly into you.

You wanted more, wanted faster, wanted him to go faster. When you saw that he was going to continue only with that movement, you made a move to move your hip to ride him, but he released his other hand from the edge of the tub and grabbed your waist using force with his fingers, and you knew it would leave bruises the next day, but you didn’t care. You made a gesture to lower your head, but he used his hand on your throat to keep you from taking your eyes off him. You could feel it was coming.

“Ple-please Hoseok.” You moaned in a low voice. His abdomen twitched as he heard his name come out of your mouth like that, and he increased the force of the thrusts, making you scream.

“Tell me what you want, baby. Tell me what you want me to do. Beg for me. Use my name to beg.” He grunted, staring deep into your eyes. You controlled your willingness to roll your eyes one more time, feeling your inside tremble and pressed your fingers to the edge of the tub. “Make me cum, Hoseok.” You whimpered, starting to feel that hot feeling coming out of your core. “Please make me cum Hoseok, please. I want to cum with your dick inside me, fucking me, pleas-fuck.” You ended the sentence by screaming at the orgasm taking hold of your body and Hoseok's fingers at the same moment squeezed your throat, not letting you breathe, and it made a pleasure bomb explode inside you, making you arch your back and raising your hands, flattening them on Hoseok's chest, trying to lift your body, but his hand on your waist held you down.

Suddenly, Hoseok let go of your throat and held the edge of the tub. He flexed his legs and seconds later he was kneeling inside the tub, sitting on his heels and you were on his lap, with him hugging you by the waist. You hugged his neck, still shaking and moaning with the orgasm, he gripped your hip and began moving his against yours, thrusting hard. You bit his neck, making his body shiver and urging him to use more force on his thrusts against your pussy. Suddenly one of his hands was passing between you and he began to massage your still sensitive clitoris. You screamed as you felt his rough fingers against your tender spot and tried to rise, but his arm around your waist didn’t let you leave.

"I cannot... Please... I can’t." You whimpered, lifting your head to look at him.

“You can, baby. C'mon, I know you can.” He moaned as he took a deep breath. It was too strong, too intense, you could not control your body, and even if you wanted to stop, you could not stop. Hoseok had some effect on you and you could not decide if that was good or bad since your mind was not working well at that time. “C'mon (Y/N), give it to me.” He grunted between his teeth, increasing the speed of his fingers on your clit. You shook your head in denial, closing your eyes tightly. “Please baby, just one more time and i promise you that we can leave this bath. Give yourself to me baby. Cum around my cock just one more time, be a good girl for me, hm? Can you do that? Can you squeeze this pussy around my dick just one more time, hm baby?” He asked, but you were unable to answer any of those questions because you were too focused on what you were feeling. “Hold you breath and look at me.” He ordered and you obeyed. You pulled the air and hold your breath, staring at his eyes. It was a matter of seconds, you just stared into his dark eyes and you felt the orgasm taking over your body, and you screamed, hugging him by the neck and shaking for the third time that night, in that bathtub.

It was too strong, too intense, you could not hold it, you could not control yourself. Something you had never felt invaded your body and you began to cry. The sound of your moan of pleasure breaking and turning into a whimper made Hoseok stop his movements and freeze in place, not moving a muscle.

“Did I hurt you?” He asked without moving to look at you, just holding your waist, so you wouldn’t fall back. You sniffed and shook his head in denial, sobbing. "Then... Then why are you crying?"

“I don’t know.” You sniffed against his neck again, still feeling pulses of energy in your body, the newly orgasm. “It was intense ... I did not ... I ...” You could not formulate whole sentences and that frustrated you. Hoseok sighed in relief and shook his head. “I'm tired." You murmured, and he nodded.

"Let's go to the bed." He said quietly, now giving you gentle kisses over your shoulder.

"You have not cum yet."

"You're tired, we can do this tomorrow." He whispered, and you were so tired you could not even argue. Hoseok helped you to get up out of the tub. He helped you dry yourself and put on your lingerie, but instead of wearing your dress, you wore one of his shirts and he laid you on the bed. You were confused why he was being that way with you. Was it normal for a guy you just met and fucked to be all gentle in that way? Not even Jeha in the two years you spent together, never been that way, never cared for you after sex, not even after your first time. And you remembered how Jeha was if you refused to fuck him and make him cum, he spent almost a week without talking to you, and when he spoke, he was rude and disrespectful. “You are hungry? Would you like something to eat?” He asked, leaning over you, kissing you in the corner of your mouth.

“Why are you being like this?” You asked with a frown. He looked at you in confusion, hoping you'd explain the situation to him. "You don’t even know me, I'm just a girl you picked up at a bar door, so why are you being like this?"

“I'm not an asshole, (Y/N).” He answered by sitting down next to her on the bed. "I'm a man and I know how to treat a woman even though I've got her at a 'bar door.’And you're sure we do not know each other?"

"Yeah, I mean, have we met before?" You asked forcing your head to remember, but nothing came into your mind. He laughed and jumped on the bed, lying down behind you.

"Tomorrow you think about it. Let's go to sleep. Do you wanna cuddle?” He asked and you nodded, turning to face him, letting him take you in a hug, tucking you into his chest.

It was really strange the comfort you could find in those arms. In that place. Never in your life you had entered a small apartment, you'd never imagined one day end up fucking a stranger in a small bathtub in a low-class neighborhood, not because you were petty or snobbish, but because your mother always filled your head and your life with stewardship that you didn’t even think of anything other than queen size beds and hot tubs. You never thought you'd feel more comfortable and secure in the arms of a man you've just met, than with your ex-boyfriend whom you've known practically all your life.

You never thought you would feel so fine with someone you had just met and that was good because you felt that all the tension you had felt for months, was now being ripped off your shoulders and you could rest.

You were wrong at first, when you thought Hoseok seemed to be a problem, he was actually being your solution. He was pulling you out of your comfort zone, putting you on a path that looked too hazard, but actually you were out of danger.

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