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glossdebut · 6 days ago

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coming home (a take a bite drabble) | MYG

✧ PAIRING: yoongi x fem!reader

✧ SUMMARY: Yoongi's been working hard lately, with lots of late nights holed up in his studio. When you wake up with no recollection of him coming home last night, you decide to show him just how much you've missed him.

✧ TAGS: NOT BETA READ, established relationship, and they live together now!, take a bite couple are still bonafide workaholics i fear, just pure smut honestly, THESE TWO ARE CRAZY IT IS THE MORNING!, warnings under the cut, MINORS DO NOT INTERACT!

✧ WORDCOUNT: 2.8k words

✧ AUTHOR’S NOTE: got a request for oral (m. receiving) with yoongi, and decided i wanted to turn it into a take a bite drabble because i missed these two! can stand alone, but feel free to read take a bite if you want added context! also i know the song doesn't fit the vibe of this AT ALL but it is what it is. even when they're gross they're cute sorry

✧ WARNINGS: light (but consensual) somnophilia? see: the established relationship tag, oral (m. receiving), deepthroating, hair pulling, dirty talk (including the use of sl*t but MC is so down with it), vaginal fingering, spanking, the thank you joke hasn’t died yet, unprotected sex (wrap it before you tap it pls), rough sex, choking, hand/finger kink (who is surprised), BACKSHOTSSSS!!! (pls lmk if i missed anything)

Yoongi’s had a rough week.

Naturally a light sleeper, you usually at least stir when the bed dips beside you, but you have no recollection of Yoongi’s late return from the studio last night.

It must’ve been really fucking late, then. Not that that’s totally unusual.

Living together these past few months has done little to mitigate either of your workaholic tendencies. If anything, you’ve both picked up more hours as a result, since there’s less pressure to actively set aside time for each other within both of your busy schedules. You don’t have to, not when you’re guaranteed to see each other every single day.

Which, from an outsider’s perspective, may look kind of shitty at the surface. Why be in a relationship if you don’t make time for each other? But with Yoongi, it just… works. For both of you.

It works, because when you and Yoongi do get to spend uninterrupted hours together, you both always milk them for everything they’re worth. You go out for dinner instead of eating in. If you’re both feeling social, you invite your friends over. You shower together—or, if it’s been a particularly hard week, take a bath. Talk for hours and catch up on everything you’ve missed.

Living with Yoongi, it’s just… It’s everything you’d hoped for and more.

Not to mention Yoongi is pretty much the dream roommate.

“Yah, don’t call me that,” he’d complained the first time you’d told him as much. Scrunched his nose at you so cutely. “I’m your boyfriend. I worked hard to earn that title, thanks.”

“Well, it goes without saying that you’re my dream boyfriend,” you’d replied, cooing and squishing his cheeks when the tips of his ears turned pink in response. “Two things can be true at once, Yoongi.”

He takes the trash out. Always cooks enough for two. Never leaves hair in the sink when he shaves. Lets you use his expensive skincare products (which are, infuriatingly, much better than yours) whenever you want. And no matter how late he gets home, he always showers before he even touches the bed—because being holed up in the studio for days doesn’t exactly leave him smelling like a daisy.

Despite how late it must’ve been, last night was no exception, apparently.

It’s rare for Yoongi to fall asleep in such a state of undress—he’s a t-shirt and sweatpants guy, even in the dead of summer—but when you wake up wrapped around him, you’re pleasantly surprised by the amount of skin available to you. He must’ve been too exhausted after his shower, stumbling to bed clad only in his boxer briefs.

You’re even more pleasantly surprised to find that, despite the man himself being completely conked the fuck out, Yoongi’s cock is very much awake. Poking you insistently where your leg is thrown over his body.

There are downsides to your shared workaholism. Like, Yoongi’s been coming home exhausted all week, and you haven’t had his cock in even longer. Which is fine. You don’t need sex. It is a little embarrassing, though, how just the feeling of his erection pressed against you fucking floods your panties. Brings a whole new meaning to Skinner’s box.

So you weigh your options. You could just let Yoongi sleep. It’s Saturday, after all. He has nowhere to be, as far as you know.

Orrrrr… you could do something else for him—wake him up in a way he’d surely appreciate very, very much. And you love an appreciative Yoongi.

Yeah… Fuck it.

Shifting the blankets earns you a sleepy grumble, but you ignore it and shimmy down the bed, gently maneuvering Yoongi’s body so you can fit yourself between his legs.

Shit, he really is so hard, straining against black fabric. When you lean forward to kiss down the thin trail of hair leading under his waistband, a barely-there touch where he’s aching, his cock twitches instantly. Sensitive, too.

Yoongi barely stirs when you pull the waistband down, dragging his boxer briefs as far as they’ll go in this position. If you were him, you’d already be awake by now. But lucky for you,Yoongi’s a much heavier sleeper than you are. Instead, you get to ogle him as much as you want with absolutely no judgement.

And you do, because fuck, your boyfriend is hot. Even when his face looks stupid because he’s asleep, he’s still criminally sexy. His hair has been getting longer recently, ends curling out at the base of his neck. Soft, smooth skin that you want to slide your hands all over. Long fingers that twitch slightly when you lick a stripe up the underside of his cock. Lean muscle that tenses when you wrap your lips around his tip where he’s leaking already, from so little.

You tease him a little at first, because you can get away with it like this. Wrapping your hand around the base of him, you suck his tip shallowly into your mouth, just getting a taste. Further up the bed, you hear an intake of breath, a soft murmur that you can’t quite decipher into real words.

It’s been a long time since you’ve had him in your mouth like this. Not that he doesn’t like it—you know he does, given the way he praises you so filthily when he does have you on your knees for him. Yoongi’s just a giver by nature, and with how little you’ve been able to touch each other lately, he’s more likely to have his head between your legs rather than the other way around. Or he just fucks you. It’s been a while, but when you’re both up for it, he always fills you up so fucking good. Gives it to you nice and slow until you can’t help but beg him to fuck you harder, faster, moremoremore—

Jesus, yeah, you can’t tease anymore. You don’t have the patience he does to drag things out.

In one smooth motion, you’re swallowing him up, bracing your hands on the mattress so you can get the right angle to take him as far as you can.

The stretch makes your eyes water. Your throat puts up a valiant effort to keep him out, to tense up at the intrusion. You’ve never done this without his guidance, but you take a moment to fucking relax. You remember to breathe through your nose like he always tells you to, accepting the thickness of his cock into your throat nice and slow. As slow as you possibly can with how eager you are.

Above you, Yoongi lets out a groan. A strangled, breathy thing that spurs you on even more. When your nose reaches the soft trail of hair beneath his belly button, you suddenly feel the weight of his hand on the back of your head. Gentle, just resting there.

You wonder if he’s awake now. You wouldn’t be surprised, but you’ve also seen Yoongi sleep through the combined karaoke efforts of Jimin and Jeongguk. Singing Linkin Park. Loudly.

Still, you focus your efforts on moving now that you’ve taken all of him, chin slick with spit and pre-cum as you slowly start to bob your head, drool pooling at the corners of your mouth as you try to suppress a gag.

“Fuck,” Yoongi says, voice gravelly with sleep. Fuck, his voice. It’s so unfair that just the sound of his voice when he wakes up instantly makes your neglected cunt clench with need.

You feel the bed shift under you, feel his fingers tighten slightly in your hair. You pause and chance a glance up at him through your lashes only to find him now fully awake, moving to sit up against the pillows. Eyes pitch black.

Carefully, you pull off of his cock with a sticky pop, catching your breath for a second. You’re grinning when you look up at him again.

“Good morning.”

“Good fucking morning,” Yoongi practically growls, rubbing at the saliva on your chin with his thumb. “Don’t stop on my account.”

You’d make fun of him for his eagerness, but shit, you are so not in the position to, not with the way your thighs are rubbing together. Instead, you do as he says, surging back down.

“Shit,” he groans, his hand in your hair guiding the wet heat of your mouth up and down the length of his cock now, not bothering to be gentle about it. You’re not taking him as far anymore, but he doesn’t seem to give a shit, not with the way his head falls back against the headboard, bottom lip bitten as he looks at you.

“What a way to wake up,” Yoongi murmurs, grunting when he pushes you a little too far, like he’s reveling in the way it makes you sputter. “Fuck, that’s so hot.”

His praise makes you whine around him, your eyes squeezing shut as you force your throat around his cock again, swallowing.

“Good girl, just like that.”

You can tell he’s getting close by the way his thighs tense under you, and you slide the seal of your mouth up on his shaft, fully prepared to wrap your hand around his base and finish what you started. But then—

“C’mere,” Yoongi murmurs, using his hand in your hair to pull you off of his cock, ignoring your pitiful whine as he drags you up into his lap.

“You were about to cum,” you protest, although there’s no heat to it. Not when you can feel the warmth of him against the last scrap of fabric separating you. Not when you can grind down, finally getting the friction you’ve been desperate for since you woke up.

“So?” Deft fingers find the waistband of your panties, wasting no time in slipping underneath. You both groan when he discovers the way you’ve been dripping for him, easily fucking two fingers into your tight heat. “Holy shit, you’re soaked.”

“S’been a long time,” you whine as Yoongi expertly locates that sensitive spot inside of you, rubbing against it at a ruthless pace. “Fuck, Yoongi!”

“Been a long time, huh?” he teases, the picture of calm as he noses the side of your neck. “Weren’t you riding my face just a few days ago, baby?”

“Not the same,” you pant, fingers grasping at his shoulders as he makes you see stars. “N-need your cock, need it so fucking bad, fuck.”

“Yeah? You need it? My mouth isn’t enough for you, is that it?” Yoongi admonishes, chuckling when you shake your head because no, fuck, that isn’t what you meant. “When did my sweet girl turn into such a needy slut for me?”

Oh.

Before you have a chance to react, he surges forward, slotting his lips with yours in a sloppy, heated kiss.

Shit, you’re gonna cum. Embarrassingly fast, but you’re so goddamn worked up, and when he says shit like that—

“I’ve been neglecting you, huh, baby?” he coos as he pulls away, withdrawing his fingers so fast it makes your head spin. You don’t have time to complain though, because then he’s slapping your thigh with a gravelly, “All fours, pretty girl.”

Fuck, yes.

He doesn’t have to tell you twice. Eagerly, you clamber out of his lap, immediately shifting yourself into position.

“Look at you,” he huffs, moving behind you to roughly shuck your panties down your legs, the fabric trapped at your knees.

You whine as you feel him run his tip teasingly through your soaked folds, desperate for him to just fucking get on with it already, shit.

“Fuck yeah, you want it so bad,” he groans appreciatively, using his free hand to land a sharp smack on your ass as you try to wiggle back onto his cock. “So fuckin’ desperate for my cock.”

“Stop fucking teasing—”

Your protests cut off into a strangled moan as he buries himself to the hilt in one smooth motion, clutching your sides so roughly you feel like you’ll bruise. “What was that?”

“Yoongi,” you gasp, adjusting to the feeling of being filled by him again, just skin on skin. You swallow harshly as he brings a hand up to your neck, pressing his lips against your clothed shoulder.

“You know what to say, baby,” he purrs, pulling out all the way just to thrust back in again, twice as hard this time.

“Thank you!” you cry out, your eyes rolling back in your head at the combined sensation of his cock filling you and his fingers squeezing your throat. “Fuck, thank you, thankyouthankyouthankyou!”

“That’s my fuckin’ girl,” Yoongi growls, his hips snapping roughly against your ass. “Knew you would remember your manners.”

It’s so good. It’s so fucking good, but it’s not enough, not like this. You can feel the warmth of your impending orgasm spreading through your body already, picking up right where you left off when his fingers were inside you, but you need more.

“Y-Yoongi, please,” you whimper pitifully, pushing your ass back into his movements. “Please, I need—”

“Still not enough for you, huh?” Yoongi says mockingly, his hand sliding down from your neck to grope roughly at your tits through your shirt. “Thought you needed my cock.”

“I-I do, I do,” you sob, grasping at the sheets under you. “I just—”

Your words are cut off by two long digits slipping between your lips. You don’t even fucking think about it as you wrap your lips around them greedily and suck. “There you go,” he coos. “Is that what you needed, baby?”

How the fuck did he know?

Exhaling sharply through your nose, you moan in response, the sound muffled by his fingers.

“Fuck, you’re so hot,” he groans, his hips stuttering slightly. “Squeezing around me so tight. You gonna cum, baby?”

Helplessly, you nod, tears welling up in your eyes from the pure pleasure of it as he fucks you into the mattress.

“Then cum,” he growls, using his free hand to push you back down onto your hands before reaching down to rub at your clit.

That’s all you need. Your pussy flutters frantically around him and then you’re cumming hard, drool coating your chin as you cry out around his fingers.

“Shit, holy fuck,” Yoongi moans urgently, pulling the digits from your mouth with a pop as his rhythm falters significantly. “Where do you want it?”

You can’t think, let alone speak, so instead you drop down onto your elbows, arching your back in lieu of an answer. Quickly, he pushes your shirt up to your shoulders and pulls out. You can hear the sound of his urgent strokes, wet and filthy, before he spills onto your back with a groan.

Thoroughly spent, you crumple fully onto the mattress with a whimper, the sounds of Yoongi’s labored breathing filling your ears.

“God,” he huffs, giving your ass one final slap before the mattress dips with his weight next to you. You turn your head to face him, greeted by an exhausted (but still gummy) smile.

“Good morning,” you huff, fond as the pleasant buzz of your orgasm gives way to something softer.

“Good morning yourself.” Yoongi glances at the clock on his bedside table. Because he still uses an analong fucking alarm clock, the grandpa. “You know it’s Saturday, right?” he asks, raising an eyebrow at you.

“And?”

“And, we both totally could’ve slept in.”

“Oh, so you’re saying you would’ve rathered sleep over the sex?” you quip, sitting up on your elbows carefully so as not to spill his release onto the mattress.

“Not at all,” he hums lifting his head to glance at your back appreciatively. “Just making sure you’re aware.”

“Mm.”

“What brought this on?” Yoongi teases, leaning forward to kiss your shoulder gently before moving to stand and pull his underwear back into place, searching for a towel to wipe you down with. “Not that I’m complaining.”

“You’ve been working a lot,” you explain, closing your eyes as he cleans your back gently. “I wanted to do something nice for you. And I missed you. You know, because I love you. A lot.”

Tossing the towel into the nearby hamper, Yoongi sits on the bed next to you. “I love you too, baby,” he coos, pressing a kiss to your temple. “You have the weekend off?”

“Mhm,” you hum, content.

“Me too,” he says softly, smiling at you. “Lemme make you breakfast.”

As if on cue, your stomach growls against the mattress, earning an amused snort from Yoongi.

“Yeah, okay,” you concede, pressing a gentle kiss to his lips before he gets up again, heading towards the door. “Just let me shower first. I’m all gross because of you.”

Yoongi leans against the doorframe, chuckling darkly as he glances at your half-naked form.

“Might as well not,” he murmurs, tilting his head at you. “I’m nowhere near done with you. We just have to eat first.”

With that, he turns around and opens the bedroom door, leaving you flushed and speechless as he heads to the kitchen to make you breakfast.

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watchandread02 · 22 days ago

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For the "Holidays with the Winchesters: A very Destiel Christmas Advent Calendar" by @archervale and @wormstacheangel

Day One: Family Reunion

(This is the first fic i've written so please be gentle)

Stepping up to the familiar building, Dean takes a moment to take in the changes since he last saw it. Or more accurately what hasn’t changed. The Roadhouse still looks the same as it did almost five years ago.

He can already hear the laughter and chatter coming from inside. Taking one last deep breath he steps up to the door. A sign proclaims that the Roadhouse is closed for a private function today and will open up again in two weeks time, when the holidays are over. Hoping his presence will be a welcome one he opens up the door and enters the bar.

The bell above the door announces his arrival to the gathered crowd, who all stop what they are doing and turn to look at him. For a moment nothing happens, before everyone turns back to their tasks.

“Sorry, we’re closed for a private function at the moment. But as the sign outside said, we’ll be open again in a few weeks time, after the holidays are over. You are more than welcome to come back then.” Ellen says, before moving back towards the kitchen, probably to bring out more food.

When he doesn’t move, Benny starts walking towards him, saying “You waiting on some kind of special invitation or something mate? This is a private family gathering, the Roadhouse is closed today!”

“I kinda thought you might make an exception for me.” Dean answers and finally steps forward out of the shadow of the entryway he was standing in previously.

Everyone falls silent again as they take in the man standing before them. Because it is a man that’s standing before them now. No longer the barely adult that left for basic training five years ago. Gone is the lanky kid that had just finished high school. And in its place is a world weary soldier.

Sam is the first to come out of his stupor. He throws his arms around his brother as he cries out, “Dean, you’re back!”

“And here to stay,” Dean says as he wraps his arms around his little brother. Who isn’t really so little anymore, “Man what are they feeding you, Sammy?”

“It’s Sam, Jerk. And I’m not a little chubby 12 year old anymore, Dean.” Sam says, as he rolls his eyes.

Dean takes in his brother wistfully, “ Yeah, I guess you aren’t.”

Before Sam can reply he’s tackled in a hug by Charlie and Jo. Dean almost loses his balance since he didn’t see them coming.

“Woah there. Careful.”

Charlie and Jo are still clinging on to him, but Charlie mumbles into his neck. “We missed you dumbass. We’re entitled to tackle you.”

After Jo and Charlie pull away, the hugs don’t seem to stop. There is one from Jody, Donna, Ellen, Benny, Garth, Ash and even Bobby gives him a heartfelt hug with a pat on the bag afterwards. He gets a very tearful one from his mother, who clings to him for several minutes. But he holds her just as tight, if not even more so. He gets slightly overwhelmed by the sheer number of hugs, but he can tell that they all need this right now. Who is he kidding, he needs this just as much. When his mother loosens their embrace at last he looks over the gathered crowd. There are a few faces of people he doesn’t recognize. But his heart fills with love taking in his family, standing with the new people that they have taken into their fold. He is sure that he will be introduced to all of them over the course of the night.

But one person stands out to him. One that he knew very well before he left. But who hasn’t stepped in to greet him yet.

Green eyes meet blue and it’s like the rest of the world just fades away.

“Heya, Cas.”

“Hello, Dean.”

Dean opens up his arms, “you gonna stand there all night, or will you welcome me back as well?”

Cas steps closer slowly, until he is standing just before Dean. But instead of Cas stepping into his open arms, like he expected him to, Cas raises his hands to cradle Dean's face gently. Oh so gently.

“I am so glad to see you Dean. I’ve missed you. I thought I would never be able to see you again, talk to you again. I started to lose hope.”

Dean sinks into the soft touch, his eyes closing, “I’ve missed you too. So much, Cas. I thought about you everyday. When it got though, you were what got me through. And as good as this feels, can I get a hug now?”

“Of course, Dean.” And then, finally, he has his best friend in his arms again. They just stand there, holding each other close.

Until he hears a throat clear. He doesn’t know how long it’s been. It could have been seconds, minutes, even hours. When Cas was around, time always seemed to lose all meaning. Reluctantly he pulls back from their hug.

“Are you going to join us, boys?” Ellen asks as she puts what seems to be the last dish onto the overflowing table. Everyone else is already seated. They seem to have finished preparing the table and given them some space, while he and Cas were in their own world. Though there is more than one knowing look pinned on them now.

Cas grabs his hand and pulls him towards two empty chairs next to each other. “Of course. Sorry that we didn’t help set the rest of the table.”

“Just sit down ya idjits.” Bobby replies gruffly.

Before they can sit down however Sam interrupts, “what did you mean by ‘and here to stay’.”

“Well. I guess it’s easier to just show you.” Dean says as he pulls up the pants of his left leg, which reveals a prosthetic. “I was honorably discharged after I lost this in action.”

No one says anything for a bit, until Dean breaks the silence, “Hey it’s all good. We should get to eat the food, hot right. I wanna be able to finally celebrate Christmas with my family again.” And with that Dean and Cas finally take a seat at the table.

Dinner is a jovial affair. With Dean being introduced to the people he didn’t know. There is Gabriel, Cas’ brother, who Dean never met because he had moved away before Dean and Cas became friends, but who is apparently back now. Then there is Claire, a cousin of Cas, who got kicked out of her parents home, when she came out to them as a lesbian. He can understand why his family would accept her so readily. Next to her sits her girlfriend Kaia, and then there is also Kevin, a friend Sam made in college. Damn his little brother is going to college now. And he also has a girlfriend. Eileen seems like a lovely person and a good fit for his brother.

Even though Dean may not realize it, his family is extra cheerful today. The seat that had sat empty for so many years is finally filled again. Their family is finally reunited.

After everyone has eaten their fill, they clean up the table and bring out dessert. Which Dean is happy to find also includes his favorite pie.

“Uhhh, love me some pie.” Dean says as he puts a big piece on his plate. “Oh my god, I need to know where you bought this. This is so good.” Dean moans around the bite he took.

“Actually Cas made it.” Jody tells him.

Dean turns to look at Cas with wonder in his eyes, “you made this?”

There is a slight tinge of red to Cas’ cheeks as he answers. “Yeah, in the beginning it was a way for me to connect with you, while you were gone. And then I started to actually really enjoy it, so I own my own bakery now.”

Dean just stares at Cas for a second. “Marry me?” He blurts out.

But before he can take back his words, Cas cuts in, “is that your proposal? Maybe I’ll consider it when you actually get down on one knee.” There is a joking tilt to his voice, but Dean can see that there is a seriousness hidden in his eyes.

Apparently they had ended up staring at each other again, since he is pulled back to the rest of the table, by a cleared throat. He is greeted with knowing smirks on pretty much everyone's faces. They all think that Dean and Cas have been oblivious to their feelings for each other. But what they don’t know is that they had already told each other how they feel. Dean knew he would join the military once he was finished with high school and he knew what could happen to him. He didn’t want to leave Cas even more heartbroken than he already would have been, if he didn’t make it home. So they had made the mutual decision to just stay friends, until he got back. In hindsight, it probably wouldn’t have changed much, since those feelings have only grown stronger. And that was with minimal contact through some letters and phone calls exchanges here or there. He hopes that Cas still feels the same way for him, but based on how he’s acted this whole evening and the seriousness in his eyes at the question a few moments ago, he is pretty sure those feelings are still there. He’ll have to get Cas alone at some point this evening, since he doesn’t know if he can take it much longer.

Dean excuses himself to the bathroom to take a second to collect himself.

On his way back from the bathroom he collides with someone. He quickly gets his balance back, but whoever he collides with isn’t so lucky. And suddenly he has Cas in his arms.

Cas looks up at him and Dean can see a blush starting to spread over Cas’ cheeks. “I’m so sorry Dean. I didn’t see you.”

“Oh don’t worry Cas. I’ve heard that falling for me is quite easy. Though I never thought that you would.” Dean winks at Cas, who he rights back onto his own feet.

Their staring is interrupted by Claire this time, “Oh will you two just kiss already?”

They give her confused looks, but she jst points above them. They both turn their heads to look up, where a mistletoe is hanging in the doorway above them.

Dean rubs the back of his neck. “We don’t have to do this Cas.”

Cas looks at him for a second, before seeming to make a decision. He places a quick kiss on Dean's cheek, leaving him stunned, just staring at Cas in wonder. And then turns around to their family, which is watching them eagerly.

“That enough of a kiss for you?” Cas asks the crowd.

Before anyone can answer Cas though, Dean makes a decision of his own. Turning Cas around, he grabs him by the lapels of the suit jacket he is wearing and pulls Cas towards him. He kisses Cas square on the mouth. After a moment of shock Cas melts into the kiss and wraps his own arms around Dean’s waist, pulling him in even closer.

“I love you.” Dean whispers, when they finally pull away to breathe.

“I know.” Cas says.

Dean looks shocked for a moment, before chuckling slightly, “so who finally got you to watch Star Wars?”

“Charlie. Though it didn't take much to convince me. I missed you a lot, while you were gone.” Cas’ voice breaks slightly, during the last sentence.

Dean gently cups Cas’ cheek in his hand. “Hey, I’m here now. I’m not gonna leave again.”

“I know that now. But there were some really tough times.” Cas nuzzles into his palm. “I do love you. Just so you know.”

And with that they are moving in again, kissing gently.

They don’t notice their family cheering for them, too caught up in their own bubble. Eventually the others move on to other topics. And if at some point there is money exchanged between hands, then the two of them don’t need to know that. In time they will rejoin their family and be greeted warmly. And the celebrations will carry on well into the next morning.

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