#Biting

[traaansfem]

That does soudn like a good itinerary for a kitty day yeah :3

[blanc-ci]

Well, the Captain did want to get a proper feel of those sharp canines… just… he’s gotta be careful what he wishes for

[niccoguedes]

You'll be just like me. Dead.

[outsidewolves]

Winter 23-24 sketchbook imagery

[sugusatodyke]

Dom who gets cuteness aggression so much that they bite their sub, leaving them with cute bites. They don't mind, but they can't help but moan everytime their dom bites them. It just feels so good, and their neck is so sensitive that they can't help it!

[kissesandarsenic]

in the mood for an aggressive service top that has to be muzzled when they fuck into me bc they have a naughty habit of biting me when they get too carried away.

like, oh yes, you're a big scary puppy breeding me full. snap at me again and i'll grab you by the collar and leash you to the end of the bed. you can sit there and rut into a pillow while i finish myself off.

there's a good dog 😘

[pupthey]

hey. pspspsps masochist tops and doms. come closer I have a secret to tell you

get your puppies to bite you harder with this one simple trick:

"aww, it's okay, baby, bite down on me if you need to keep quiet"

"cmon, you can do better than that! don't worry, a little puppy like you can't *really* hurt me"

"that's it, sweetheart, mark me up. good boy, it's okay, I love wearing your marks"

[one-time-i-dreamt]

Something bit me. I woke up with a bruise there.

[zoeyhorse]

Rasperry Ripple meets Wine Shroud

[steemyart]

I have come back with more bubbline :) marceline taking some color out of pb

[jean-meowreau]

Andrew being tasked by Bee to start vocalising the things he appreciates that people do for him. It doesn't do much, not really, until he's making out with Neil and whispers, "You do this thing with your tongue that I'm exceptionally grateful for." and Neil goes red. His fingers tighten where he's holding Andrew's shoulders, perched in his lap. His breath hitches, and this time when he kisses Andrew again it's hungry.

His fingers shift and he's breaking the kiss to ask if he can hold Andrew's jaw. "You're so good at asking for permission," he breathes out as he releases Neil's waist to grab his wrists and set his hands against his jaw. He flutters his lashes as he continues, "I'm grateful for that."

Watching Neil's pupils dilate is something Andrew became addicted to the first time he watched it happen. Neil leans in and feigns a kiss, eyes raking over Andrew's face as he takes in the half frustrated half desperate look.

Andrew clenches his jaw before admitting, quietly, "I enjoy the way you look at me. You're good at it."

Neil bares his teeth as he shifts in Andrew's lap. His breathing picked up and hasn't slowed down. "I don't get to often."

Andrew sits back against the couch cushion and watches Neil after saying, "There's nothing stopping you right now."

"May I be greedy?"

Andrew hums thoughtfully before nodding. Neil shivers, rife with anticipation, before he pulls Andrew's shirt off. Pierced nipples, a slightly hairy chest, and healthy fat are on full display. Neil clenches his hands into fists before reopening them, hungrily eating up the sight of Andrew laid bare. "I wish I had your memory, sometimes. So I wouldn't forget or question myself about what you look like."

Andrew shifts, grimaces, and hates the heat he feels blooming in his cheeks. "I'm grateful you don't have an iedetic memory."

Neil huffs out a quiet sound before grabbing Andrew's wrists and lifting them so they rest behind his head. He drinks in the slope of his forearms, the contours that the black arm sleeves hug and accentuate further with the contrast against his pale skin. Then past the sharp jut of his elbow to his biceps. Neil bares his teeth again, overwhelmed with the need to sink his teeth in and taste, but he doesn't. "Flex," he demands, slightly breathless.

Andrew smirks. "I enjoy when you're too horny to speak," he says as he does as Neil asks. "That you think I'm this attractive."

"You are," Neil says matter-of-factly, dark eyes tracing the shape of muscles as Andrew makes them stand out. He brushes his fingers over the curve of his bicep, mouth going dry as he remembers the power these arms hold and that the man that wields them uses them to protect Neil. He shudders, letting out a shaky gasp, before he leans in to Andrew. He stops before their lips connect, and before they do, Neil whispers, "I love the way you love me."

The effect is immediate, Andrew going rigid beneath him. Neil smiles as he keeps kissing him, coaxing him into it. When he finally kisses back and grabs Neil's waist once more, he relaxes down into the blond, shifting to the lazy makeout they'd been in earlier.

When they part, both slightly breathless, Andrew's brow is furrowed. He's thinking about something, and Neil knows he will share with him when he's ready. So he drops his lips to Andrew's jaw, cupping the corners and tilting him slightly this way and that as he maps out the feel of Andrew's mandible with lips and tongue. He checks his teeth, no matter how much he wants to clamp down. And then he dips lower, over Andrew's pulse point and then his jugular. He can feel every shaky breath beneath his lips laying feather-light kisses.

"Andrew."

"Collarbone."

Neil makes a soft sound, a happy one, and immediately drops his head to sink his teeth into the meat of Andrew's chest, over the hard line of his collarbone just beneath the surface. He sucks at the skin there, teeth digging in just enough to meet resitance. He wants to dig in until Andrew bleeds, but the thought of hurting him in that way has always kept him in check.

"I-I--" Andrew starts and stops, clearing his throat after he hears his reedy tone and the stutter. "I appreciate when you use me like a chew toy."

Neil groans quietly, hands moving to hold Andrew's jaw again as he surges up to kiss him on the mouth. "You don't even know the half of it," he mutters, gently sinking his teeth into Andrew's lower lip for a brief second. "I am a rabid dog and you are my favourite squeaky toy. I want to--" he pauses, shivering, and after letting out a slow sigh, he continues. "I want to sink my teeth in until I meet bone. I want to shake you around until you split in two and then I have even more Andrews to chew on. I want to eat your fucking heart," Neil mutters, finally tearing his eyes away from Andrew's parted, spit-slick lips. His eyes are dark, eyelids heavy. "I want every piece of you in my mouth at any given point during the day. I want to forget how everything else tastes, and only know the taste of you."

Andrew doesn't say anything, not right away, but he stares up at Neil. And then takes in the flush sitting high on Neil's cheekbones, his lips parted as he pants, breathing in Andrew's essence as he waits for the impact of his words-- positive or negative, he isn't sure. "I appreciate that you tell me everything, even the weird shit," Andrew says finally, hands sliding up Neil's back. One shifts to grab the back of his neck while the other settles between his shoulder blades. He moves them, laying Neil against the couch cushions as he holds himself up over the redhead. "I'm gonna blow you."

Neil's eyes flutter shut, back arching so he can press his chest to Andrew's. "Yes."

Before he moves further, however, Andrew kisses Neil quickly once more before saying, "I love the way you love me."

In his next session, Bee asks how the Words of Affirmation and Gratitude exercise went. "Good." was all Andrew gave her in return.

[certifiedsexed]

Hi my bf is really into biting and id love to get some marks on me but I'm also terrified of the human bite infection dangers, is there any safe way to go about that? :(

Okay, so there's no way to eliminate the dangers of biting but you can reduce them!

Try to make sure he's using mouthwash beforehand, to kill some germs first off. [Make sure you're aware which spots are safe for him to be biting!] It's safest if he's not breaking skin but if y'all have agreed to that and he breaks skin, here's what you need to know:

If you're immunocompromised [or let's be real, if you've had COVID-19, especially more than once], you have to be very careful with bites that break skin! The more immunocompromised you are, the more dangerous it can be, so keep that in mind if you are and be extra careful.

If he breaks skin, wash it off with water, dry it and then use some antiseptic. Covering it with gauze or a bandage might be good too, depending on the area.

Watch for signs of infection, like excessive redness, leaking from the wound, hard lumps, heat and worsening soreness. Those mean you should get checked out and might need some antibiotics.

[If you're given antibiotics, you do have to take all of them. There are certain complications with antibiotic side effects, especially with certain disabilities, but it's most often best if you take all the antibiotics, even after the wound starts feeling better.]

Hope this helps! Lemme know, especially if you have more questions! <3

[genderstormwrites]

Sorry to bother you, but my friend over there wanted me to tell you that you'd look really cute with her teeth in your neck, and her teeth in your arm, and her teeth in your thigh, and her teeth in your lips, and her teeth in your tummy, and her teeth in your tit, and her teeth in your ear, and her teeth in your cock, and her teeth i-

[minkdelovely]

kinktober — day IX

prompt: biting

ripe

“but i know

you’ve got a taste

so just take a

bite of me”

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Alastor x Fem!Reader ; MDNI 18+

tags/warnings: biting, blood / blood play, dub-con (covering by bases here), flirting but make it cannibal (no actual consumption — that’s a different prompt lol), power dynamics (alastor’s not your boss but also not-not your boss?), heavy petting over clothes, digital stimulation, tentacle play, squirting, descriptions of biting, mentions of eating fruit and its texture 🍑✨

word count: 3.5k

summary: you make an off-handed comment that piques alastor’s interest, and he decides to test a hypothesis that ends with promising results!

author’s note: i don’t have much to say here (because it’s all in the body) but if you’ve got an oral fixation or a thing for biting my only hope is that this fits the bill 🙏🏻 oh and uh… i really hope y’all still like fruit after this lol quote is from the offering by sleep token.

coven: @fraugwinska @hazelfoureyes @macabr3-barbi3 @sugoi-writes @synamartia 🕯️���️

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Everyone was snickering, but what you said had been innocent enough. And honest!

“What? Is that strange?”

Angel put his hand on your shoulder while the others tried to kill their laughs, looking at you with kind pity. “Babe,” he started, smile trembling as he fought to stay neutral, “down here that’s, like, one step away from bein’ a cannibal.”

Was it, really? 

You couldn’t recall how the conversation ended up here, but you had all been discussing your favorite fruits. When it was your turn to share, all you had said was that you preferred fleshy fruits because they were satisfying to bite. Peaches, especially. 

Though perhaps the laughter had been a blessing in disguise. It prevented you from finishing your thought, the remainder of which you now resigned to keep to yourself. Wide eyes and the blush burning your face brought the group to heel as they noticed your embarrassment, coughing to smother what was left of their mirth.

“It’s not strange at all,” Charlie said reassuringly. “Your answer was just…,” her hands danced in the air as she scrambled for her next word, “unexpected! But now that you mention it, I like grapes because they pop!”

That earned her a few sideward glances and teasing eyebrow wiggles, but she immediately dove into how texture was just as important as taste when it came to food in some cultures. Whether or not she was falling on the sword, you did appreciate her commiseration. It was enough to draw away attention from your admission, and the conversation eventually made its way to other topics. Before you knew it, the bonding session was done and you were all going your separate ways.

You were headed to your room to freshen up when Alastor caught you in front of the elevator. 

“Afternoon, my dear! Do you have a moment? There’s something I��d like to discuss with you.” His static voice was polite enough, but his grin seemed a bit… dubious.

Still, you didn’t really have a reason not to be honest. The two of you had a decent working relationship. Being in charge of inventory, Alastor checked in with you twice a day: nine in the morning and at night. You had already met up with him this morning, giving him a full rundown on what was stocked, what was getting low, and a few things Charlie had wanted to spruce up the common areas with. Nothing seemed to be out of the ordinary then, at least, despite his displeasure at the knickknacks the Princess had suggested.

Maybe something had happened while you were busy with the group? In the months you had known each other, Alastor had never asked for an impromptu meeting before… But there’s a first time for everything.

“Yes, I have time,” you conceded. “I was gonna touch up a bit, but I’ll just grab my binder and meet you in the conference room?”

The small conference room, A, down the hall of the main floor was where you usually met to go over your reports. It hadn’t been specifically designated for you two, but you met there so regularly everyone knew to leave it be. Being on the wrong side of Alastor’s temper wasn’t worth the trouble when there were other rooms available, if needed. 

“There will be no need for that,” Alastor assured brightly, hooking your arm through his to pivot from the elevator. “It’s something of a personal nature, actually.”

“Personal?” you blurted, immediately flushing at the slip. “Not that I mind, it’s just…”

Alastor smiled down at you, knowing what you meant without finishing your explanation. The relationship you had with him was strictly professional. Sure, you were friendly enough but in the way that co-workers are, but not confidants. For all intents and purposes, Alastor was your boss. If he was having problems in his personal life, he had friends worthy of his station to seek council with. So why you, all of a sudden? What advice could you possibly give to an Overlord who had been here for nearly a century while you were wet behind the ears?

There wasn’t much time to linger on it though, having quickly made it to your destination. Alastor removed himself from you to open the door, sweeping his arm before you with a flourish, directing you inside. The hand he placed on the dip of your back as you moved past him made you jump a little. 

Another first.

But you dismissed it, hoping your reaction didn’t put him off. This wasn’t a business meeting, after all. It was personal. And it wasn’t an unpleasant feeling. In fact, it was a bit surprising how much the gesture excited you. The light pressure of his hand spanning across the back of your waist made you acutely aware of just how much larger he was than you. Something you had registered neutrally as pure fact — he towered over most, if not all of you living here — was now making your heart quicken.

Alastor was debonair, to be sure, but you had always kept the lines between you clear in your mind. Well… as much as you could, for your part. It would be a lie to say that your daydreams didn’t wander now and then. But as a rule, you had never entertained a romantic interest in anyone you worked with. Don’t shit where you eat, you remember your father joking on your first morning as part of the workforce. 

It was advice you took to the grave, apparently.

You were about to take your usual seat when Alastor tutted and tapped on the lacquered tabletop with his microphone. When you turned to look up at him, confused, you were met only with his expectant face lilting to the right in silent indication of where he wanted you to sit. 

“I really don’t understand this,” you muttered, apprehensive, but proceeded to sit yourself on the table anyway. You had to stand up on your toes to achieve it, feeling Alastor’s eyes on you the entire time it took you to get up there and settle.

He grabbed the chair next to you and adjusted it slightly before placing it in front of you to sit, causing you to squirm. Alastor was collected as ever, primping himself as if he weren’t practically sitting between your legs. Even with his impressive height, you were looking down at him. Not by much, with how he had raised the chair you were somewhat at eye level, but it was odd all the same. Perhaps even the intention.

Still… you felt anxious. Like waiting for bad news at the doctor’s office. Legs swinging softly over the edge of what might as well be an examination table just to give yourself something to do while you waited for him to speak.

“I couldn’t help but overhear your conversation earlier,” he said, folding his hands in his lap. “For the record, I don’t think that puts you a step away from cannibalism.”

Is that was this was all about? Not that you had any idea of what to expect him to want to talk about, but this topic didn’t bring you any relief. You knew about his proclivities — hell, you were responsible for keeping certain items in stock for him! You shifted a little, feeling more under the scope than ever as he merely stared. The placid smile on his face akin to that of a biding alligator, luring its prey into a false sense of security with inaction.

“I don’t believe you got the chance to speak your peace on the matter,” he continued, voice smooth despite the static overlay. “And I, for one, am curious to hear more. If you’ll indulge me.”

He was right, in the strange way that he always seemed to be. His ability to read people was frightening — a quality you noticed others weren’t nearly as wary of as they should be. Too distracted by his enigmatic reputation and penchant for violence.

The image of a lolling alligator came back, closer to the shore. 

“Well, that really was most of it. I just… enjoy the texture of fruits like that? There’s not much else to say.”

Alastor blinked, one eye then the other, waiting for you to elaborate. But it felt too humiliating to say the rest. 

How you relished the sensation of your teeth piercing the skin, hearing and feeling the pop from serration. Sinking into the soft flesh, juice pooling in your mouth and inevitably down the side of it; dripping from your chin down to the floor. It was one of the few times you allowed yourself to be somewhat messy. Not caring about the juice that dried sticky on your face and hands — a sensory discomfort you couldn’t stand otherwise. It was part of the experience. Something about it tapping into a more primal part of your brain.

There were aspects of this you knew he’d understand, but you had never said these things out loud before. And you could tell that he knew you were holding out. You wouldn’t put it past him to keep you cooped up here for the rest of the day until you relented, and deflated.

Might as well rip off the bandaid…

“I like the way it feels when I bite into them the most.” The words fell out of your mouth, rushed and close together. Feeling much like you were confessing to your parents that you broke the neighbor’s window. 

When he didn’t answer, you began to ramble. The sensations you had just gone over in your head pouring from your mouth in a nervous effort to appease him and get the fuck out of there. You didn’t notice that he had inched closer, or how your legs had unconsciously spread to allow him room to do so. It wasn’t until his hands were on your hips that you snapped out of your babbling, his face the very picture of nonchalant. But his smile…

You were caught.

“That wasn’t so hard now, was it? Don’t you feel better, getting that off your chest?” he mused, thumbs rubbing circles on your hips. “And you’ve never been curious about taking a bite of something else? I’m not so sure.”

You yelped when he pulled you to the edge of the table, your legs on either side of his chest. It was only now that you realized how much the hem of your dress had risen, and you gave yourself a silent prayer of thanks for wearing black stockings today. Exposed as you were, it gave you some comfort that so far only your soul remained bare to him.

“I take my mentoring quite seriously,” he went on, crimson eyes burning holes into your psyche. His eye contact was something you had admired professionally, but withered under now. Heartbeat in your throat as his left hand roamed up to your waist, the right holding fast on your hip. “It seems I’ve overlooked an opportunity in your development. If you’d let me, I’d love to give you a demonstration.”

“Demonstrate what?” The question came out harsh, but he was talking around the subject and you were still trying to figure out how you practically ended up in his lap. Even worse, you couldn’t bring yourself to pull away from him, despite his forwardness, so you put your frustration in your mouth. “And where is this coming from? If this is your idea of flirting, it’s a little direct.”

You had to keep one hand planted on the table to maintain your balance, but you grabbed at the wrist of his hand that had moved to your leg in a futile attempt to hold him still.

Alastor chuckled, delighted, the hand you held now opting to massage the flesh underneath it as his smile widened. “Ooh, you’ve got a bit of a temper! Enchanting.”

He laughed again when you did your best to jab him in the side with your left knee, his kneading hand unrelenting on your thigh. You could feel the heat in your face beginning to trickle down, an ache blossoming between your legs as he leaned in.

“Flirting? I suppose you could call it that. But as for my being direct, as you put it,” his expression was coquettish as he leaned closer still. The tickle of his breath on your face as he spoke, “I just happen to know that this is a method you prefer. Or haven’t you noticed?”

Flashes of interactions played in your mind. While he had never been rude, you couldn’t deny that when you discussed business he was always concise and clear with his directions. There were never any gaps you had to try and fill or ruminate over what was expected of you. Not only did it allow you to get your job done, but to flourish while doing so. To the point where you were able to even anticipate certain needs before they were asked. Something Alastor had been particularly pleased with, which in turn, made you aim to do it more.

Fuck. He was right.

Alastor must have seen the revelation on your face in the way you felt it crumble, ashamed to have been read so easily. In more ways than one, he had you in the palm of his hand.

“There’s no need for all that,” he cooed, “It’s worked out well for us so far, hasn’t it? Think of this as a trust exercise!”

You wriggled against him and looked away, not wholly convinced. “I still don’t understand what the goal is here… You’re only being direct with your hands, not your words.”

If it wasn’t exactly flirting or seduction, what was it, then? Lessons in cannibalism? A shiver down your spine left you with a strange blend of nausea and intrigue. You did your best to ignore the throb you felt in your groin.

“The goal, my dear, is to find out just how far your fascination with biting goes. And before I offer up my own neck, we need to make sure you know what you’re doing. Hence, the demonstration.”

Alastor placed his palm over your mound, using the heel of his hand to grind against your sensitive nub. Your body jerked, the small scream of shock and pleasure that left you echoing in the room. With your hand still wrapped around his wrist, you could feel the way his bones moved under the skin. The sensation of it dueling with the arousal he was drawing from you in a way that replaced your mind with hot air.

“Wha—mm! What are you doing that for?” you managed to ask, breath heavy and face hot with embarrassment.

“My, what a face you’re making,” Alastor teased, leaning forward to lick a stripe up your cheek with his long tongue. His low chuckle rang in your ears, drowning out your own wanton gasp. “But to answer your question, I need to… ripen the fruit, so to speak.”

His hand over your sex emphasized this with a squeeze and you squealed, thighs clenching around his body in reflex. It only served to press him firmer against you, your grip on his wrist quickly becoming your tether to reality as his fingers stroked you over your stockings and panties. It took longer than you’d have liked for his answer to land, alarm bells going off somewhere in the haze that had become your logic.

“You can’t — ahh! You’re gonna bite there?!” 

Alastor laughed but didn’t stop working his fingers. The gaze he set on you was patronizing, but amused. As if you were a child who had unwittingly said something profane or clever. 

“No, darling, not today. That’s a bit much for the first time.” His voice dropped a couple octaves when he continued, leaning in to speak into your ear, “But I’d be happy to indulge you, should you enjoy our little experiment.”

You whimpered, your hand on him tightening as his lips planted a kiss behind your ear. 

He continued to pepper your neck, pausing now and then to tease you with a lick or graze of teeth. All the while his hand remained hard at work, your hips mindlessly rolling into his touch. The sound of your panting and moans harmonized with Alastor’s static, making the air around you heady and alive. Pressure mounting and threatening to spill over like the coil in your belly.

It was so hard to concentrate, feeling so surrounded by him. Alastor’s mouth had now latched onto your neck where it met your shoulder, sucking a bruise you knew would take at least a week to recover from. You didn’t even realize you had been saying his name with nearly every rock of your hips, chasing down your orgasm as he growled against your skin. His own hips grinding himself into nothing but the seat of the chair as his arm wrapped around your back to hold you close. 

The sting of his nails digging into your ribs didn’t even phase you as he gave your neck its first real bite. You cried out, hips stuttering as his tongue soothed over the raw patch of flesh. It hadn’t been strong enough to break the skin, but the rush of heat you felt prickling your neck and cunt was undeniable.

You wanted more.

 “Alastor, please… I’m so close,” you whined, feeling secure enough now to clasp your hands behind his neck. 

Whether it was what you said or how you clung to him, something triggered him to lose his composure, if momentarily. But you feared you would never forget the popping feeling of your stockings breaking under the force of his claw or the sound of tearing fabric that followed. His thumb swept down into your folds to collect your slick before resuming its task, rubbing harsh circles over your clit. The direct contact was almost overwhelming and you keened, high and desperate. Earning a low rumble of satisfaction from him in return.

Soon there was another sensation, something cool and slippery probing your entrance. It pushed forward just as he bit you again, this time on the shoulder. You felt your skin give in, the slightest puncture of his teeth sending a thrill through you. His saliva stung the minor wound, but the appendage working your core was more than a distraction. The lewd sound of your arousal now competing with your mindless cries.

“This is it, darling. Are you ready?” Alastor’s voice was husky and eager, while his eyes threatened to eat you alive. In a sense, he was, and all you could do to answer him was nod your head. 

He ran his tongue over his teeth before he hid his face in your neck again, placing open-mouthed kisses wherever his lips could touch before he settled back over the bruise. You moaned as he lapped at it, his tongue wide and firm, contrasting the pace of his thumb and what you now assumed to be one of his tentacles inside you. The last thing you truly remembered was his mouth parting over your skin. Everything that followed seemed to merge into one.

Was it your climax that urged him to bite down? Or was it the bite that set it off? It was more than possible that they happened in tandem… Alastor always did have impeccable timing. Your eyes rolled to the back of your head as your vision went white, the force of your orgasm with the exquisite pain of the bite nearly sending you into unconsciousness. As you began to return to yourself, it felt as if your body had three heartbeats. One in your chest, one in your neck, and one between your hips. 

You were vaguely aware of feeling wet. Sweat had made your clothes stick to your skin, but you could feel it in your lap as well as on your chest and back. The tentacle had retreated from your core and Alastor’s hand was back on your hip, his other still holding you against him as you heaved to catch your breath. He was breathing harshly through his nose, his teeth still buried in you as his mouth siphoned as much of your blood as it could. Your pulse seemed to match the rhythm of his swallowing throat, the early signs of pain beginning to bubble under your skin as your orgasm and adrenaline waned.

But on the whole, you felt incredible. Euphoric. As if your entire body had let go of some unknown burden, it was a delicious relief you knew you’d be chasing for the rest of your afterlife.

After a few moments, Alastor removed himself, blood coating his chin as he smiled up at you. Eyes glazed with an almost drunken glee. “What’s the verdict?”

You leaned down and licked off some of the blood, an absent thought of whether or not it was all yours coming to mind. Though in the end, that wasn’t really important, was it? Especially not when you pulled back to take in his voracious face, ears pinned to his head as his hands gave you a squeeze.

“How soon can we schedule the next trust exercise?”

Alastor chuckled, low and amused. “How proactive you are. We can talk about it while I get you cleaned up.”

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