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"𝐾𝑖𝑛𝑔 𝑂𝑓 𝑀𝑦 𝐻𝑒𝑎𝑟𝑡"

(William Rex NSFW alphabet)

𝙷𝚎𝚛𝚎 𝙸 𝚊𝚖 𝚊𝚐𝚊𝚒𝚗 𝚗𝚎𝚐𝚕𝚎𝚌𝚝𝚒𝚗𝚐 𝚖𝚢 𝚎𝚕𝚎𝚌𝚎𝚎𝚍 𝚊𝚜𝚔𝚜.

🅆🄰🅁🄽🄸🄽🄶🅂: heavy discussion of pregnancy and lack of safety, probably ooc, discussion of his worries, really just a big ass ramble, op is delusional.

*･ﾟﾟ･*:.｡..｡.:*ﾟ:*:✼✿　　✿✼:*ﾟ:.｡..｡.:*･ﾟﾟ･*

🅰--> 🅰🅵🆃🅴🆁🅲🅰🆁🅴:

The best you could ask for. Literally. He is the king of aftercare.

He doesn't go very hard on you as he's very mindful of his actions, but he still takes really good care of you. From giving you a massage to preparing a bath for you.

He doesn't even ask the maids to do anything, he does most himself. Because he likes taking care of you and how close that makes you two. He absolutely adores the giddy yet tired smile you give him every time. It melts his heart in a way words can't explain. He also loves joining you in the bath and washing your body and hair for you. Insists that you should relax until you give up. Might get a bit handsy when washing you body, but it's just sensual squeezes to your sides and nothing more.

🅱--> 🅱🅾🅳🆈 🅿🅰🆁🆃:

His favorite body part on himself is probably his entire Phonatory system. The thing that allows him to use his powers. Powers that have brought him pain but also opportunities to enact justice.

On you, he likes your eyes the most

He adores how expressive they are. How they fail to hide any and every emotion that you're feeling.

🅲--> 🅲🆄🅼:

Okay so... He never really talks about it.. Not out right at least. But there are signs. You can kind of tell that he's really fond of children. Especially from the way his eyes soften when you're cradling a baby in your arms, cooing at them and rocking them gently. It touches a deep spot in his heart and blooms warmth all throughout him.

But he knows.... He's meant to have a tragic fate.... One that he has composed himself enough to welcome with open arms.... A chaotic end... One so horrifying and cruel... He wants to end it all with a blast to say the least.

But the thing is, he doesn't know when it's coming, just that it will come. And that information.. . That scares him.

He doesn't want to die early and leave you with all the responsibilities of raising your children.

But what if he lives long enough till his face has worn down with wrinkles from the scars of time. What if.. . What if, he lives long enough to see his children grow.. .

But then there's another factor, he has enemies like an unkempt garden with weeds. They keep on spawning and will continue to do so. How will you two handle the pressure? Can he ensure to himself that he's capable of keeping everyone safe? Can he ensure that your mental stability won't crumble if...

And so he always avoids releasing inside of you. Commonly undoing himself on your stomach, thighs or back.

He knows he shouldn't and that's why he doesn't but oh does his heart clench with desire to do so.

Which is why, sometimes he slips and losses composure, fading in and out of consciousness as he releases inside you. He's immensely pleased yet also horrified. You guys haven't spoke about it and although he's sure from his observations that you wouldn't mind having a mini you running around, his previous worries still lay dormant. So he prays to whatever deity might be listening that the seed doesn't take.

🅳--> 🅳🅸🆁🆃🆈 🆂🅴🅲🆁🅴🆃:

Has sniffed your undergarments when jerking off more than once. This was after you guys got physical though. He respects you enough to not do these indecent things before you two have become comfortable with each other's bodies.

🅴--> 🅴🆇🅿🅴🆁🅸🅴🅽🅲🅴:

He has a lot of experience. Not because he's a womanizer though.

The thing is, he comes off as someone with a lot of experience due to his extensive knowledge, confident attitude and sense of knowing how to act. But you're definitely not his first.

🅵--> 🅵🅰🆅🅾🆁🅸🆃🅴 🅿🅾🆂🅸🆃🅸🅾🅽:

Probably cowgirl. Or just about anything where he can see your face.

The reason he likes cowgirl is because, he can tease and rile you up into taking control. Which reveals a new side of you to him.

And if your thighs grow weak, he can always grab onto your hips and thrust up into you.

🅶--> 🅶🅾🅾🅵🆈:

He's more romantic than serious and he can also be quite teasing during these times. So if he notices your mood being tense, he might crack quite a few jokes that are so funny you're literally laughing one moment and then moaning the next. And it's not even that good of a joke, it's literally those simple jokes but there's something about the way he delivers them that cracks you up.

He likes when you moan in between your fits of laughter. He finds it greatly endearing.

🅷--> 🅷🅰🅸🆁:

Not completely shaved, he doesn't like how prickly it gets and doesn't want those rough follicles to hurt your soft pillowy folds

Not a completely unkempt bush either, he doesn't like the feeling of it.

Regularly trimmed and groomed. He takes good care of himself.

🅸--> 🅸🅽🆃🅸🅼🅰🅲🆈:

The intimacy is through the roof. He's such a romantic. Kissing your eyelids. Running his fingers down your back. Squeezing your tender flesh. Showering your collarbones with hickeys. Sucking on the flesh and nibbling on it til you give out a whimper. And then drawing out his tongue to soothe the location of the assault.

🅹--> 🅹🅰🅲🅺 🅾🅵🅵:

Not that often. Without you around or thoughts of you in his head, his horniness takes a deep dive downwards.

But we're speaking of when he gets pussy three days a week.

Leave him dry for four-five weeks and he'll be spending almost every hour thinking of you. Which will eventually get to him and he'll succumb to jacking off to thoughts of you five days a week.

It's not that he's ashamed of it, no he enjoys it. It's just that he doesn't quite find the drive or need to do it most of the time.

🅺--> 🅺🅸🅽🅺🆂:

Pet play but it's more so of him not even ordering you around and just doting on you while you reciprocate his worship as he calls you his little doll, flower etc. So… name calling to be frank?

Name calling but it's when he's on edge and overcome with the need to prove a point to you. Still doesn't order you around but does fuck you ruthlessly until you're quivering from how good it feels. During this time, he takes a bit of a more degrading tone.

Breeding kink. Restrains himself from doing that though.

Blindfolds. Finds it exciting how much more reactive and sensitive you are when your vision is blocked and the only senses you can rely on are touch and sound.

Overstimulation. He doesn't mean to hurt you but sometimes he just gets so mesmerized by your reactions, your quivering thighs, the way you weep ‘sto-op! Please-ah!’ And yet pull him in by locking your ankles behind his back. He gets so addicted and ahead of himself that he forgets that you need rest. Would snap out of it the moment you utter your safe word though.

Edging. He likes it because of how many interesting noises and reactions it pulls out of you. By depriving you of release again and again he gets to bask in your desperation as tears roll down your flushed cheeks with your thighs quivering as you pull your weeping little cunny up and down his cock.

Hand holding. He doesn't know why, he just lives for the intimacy it brings. It also helps him sense if he's being too rough.

Food play. He loves food, he loves you, why not combine the two? Likes to lick whipped cream off your chest and back, knowing just how sensitive you are in those places.

Nipple play. He likes them. Soft and squishy one moment, hard and perky other. He loves to graze his fangs over them.

🅻--> 🅻🅾🅲🅰🆃🅸🅾🅽:

Anywhere.

Okay maybe not out in broad daylight at the town square but he's completely up for semi public places. He's surprisingly jealous and possessive. So he absolutely loves to make those nasty nobles hear just how good he makes you feel and that he's the only one who can make you feel this way.

Totally okay with only doing it in bedrooms if you enjoy privacy though.

🅼--> 🅼🅾🆃🅸🆅🅰🆃🅸🅾🅽:

When you touch his thigh, when you dote on him, when you look him in the eyes with adoration and confess your love to him, when you're so flustered that your face is burning up and you can't even look him in the eyes, when you wear a revealing dress that accentuates your chest.

🅽--> 🅽🅾:

He isn't going to order you around. Not in a million years, not when you're having rough hate sex, just never.

He understands the gravity of what it's like being under his command. And he has a pretty good guess that you'd feel absolutely betrayed... Even if you said you wanted it.... He deeply fears that one day he'll get so accustomed to it that he'll start using it outside of your nightly activities. That he might feel the need to control your actions and get frustrated when you don't do as he wants... And then let it all slip.

He remembers the look of utter terror on your visage the first time he used his powers on you... The night you first met...

He never wants to see that face ever again. Not because of him. Not because of anything in this world.

He remembers how weary you were of him, how long it took for you to warm up and have faith in him. He praises you for being cautious but God does he never want to go back to that. Never wants to see you retract your hand or look into his eyes with fear in yours.

🅾--> 🅾🆁🅰🅻:

You're getting it the most. He just prefers it that way. He loves to pamper you and he's quite sure it hurts to take all of him.

Along with that, he loves to observe and note your reactions to him. He wonders if you'll get shy this time. Would you cover your eyes with your forearm again? Would you be more embarrassed if he was doing this in a room adjacent to the ballroom during a party?

He allows you to give him head, mostly because he's intrigued and wants to see that desperate sheen in your eyes as you try not to gag and push more of him inside your mouth. He lightly strokes and plays with your hair as you do it. Clutching it roughly just as he climaxes.

🅿--> 🅿🅰🅲🅴:

Mostly slow when he's being romantic.

Painfully slow and rolling his hips when he's being teasing.

Erratically fast and deep when he's enraged.

🆀--> 🆀🆄🅸🅲🅺🅸🅴:

Unless he's not had an opportunity to touch you in weeks, is in the middle of an important mission and can't seem to get your sweet pussy off his mind, he won't resort to a quickie. He likes to take his time with you. He's an observer, he loves to see your reactions and a quickie is way too little time to enjoy them which leaves him unsatisfied.

Would do it as often as you like if you prefer it though. Just know that he'll be especially hungry for you the next time he gets to put his hands of you.

🆁--> 🆁🅸🆂🅺:

Willing to take a lot of risks, mostly because he knows he can simply wipe their memory by ordering them to forget what they saw and heard.

So it only depends on how much risk you want to take.

🆂--> 🆂🆃🅰🅼🅸🅽🅰:

Could probably go for 2-3 rounds when he's being slow and romantic. 3-5 when he's being a tease. 4-5 when he's being rough. 7-8 when he's pissed off.

🆃--> 🆃🅾🆈🆂:

Girl it's the Victorian era.

While vibrators can't be found, dildos do exist.

He likes to use them to tease or punish you. Making you keep it inside the entire day or the whole dinner while lightly caressing your thighs.

Also teases and rails you with it during sex, using that time to regain strength.

🆄--> 🆄🅽🅵🅰🅸🆁:

(This is hard ngl.)

He's such a tease. If you want pleasure, he'll make you spell it out for him. But don't worry, he'll still give you what you want despite you failing. He holds it out a little longer each time though to inject a sense of panic into you. Make you think what if he doesn't let you cum this time?

He legit asks the most philosophical questions known to mankind in the middle of fucking you into the mattress. He cackles when you blabber and mumble out your response. So incoherent. So adorable.

This can't be said for when he's jealous though. As he's prone to fucking you to unconsciousness if that's what it takes to drill it into your head that he's the only one capable of making you feel that good. (Would still stop though if you cried or said your safe word)

🆅--> 🆅🅾🅻🆄🅼🅴:

He's not afraid of being loud. Just that his moans are simply not like that. His leans more towards breathy and whispery. And that's why it doesn't make that much sound. And when he releases, it's a deep groan or a silent scream.

He likes it that way though, as that allows him to fully be able to hear your moans.

🆆--> 🆆🅸🅻🅳 🅲🅰🆁🅳:

Would share you with Victor. But only if you want to.

Would let you peg him. Even if just once, he just wants to experience how you act when you do it to him. Are you domineering? Are you sweet? Are you teasing? Would you also rub his cockhead while thrusting into him?

He likes to make you wear collars. He likes this sense of ownership.

🆇--> 🆇-🆁🅰🆈:

Probably 6.5-7.5 inches. Possibly the only thing he's ever been most insecure about. Cause you know, in times like the Victorian era, large penises were a sign of lack of intelligence.

🆈--> 🆈🅴🅰🆁🅽🅸🅽🅶:

Not that much tbh, lower than expected, a bit more than average. He's more preoccupied with being overwhelmed with love for you, observing you, adoring you, appreciating you and wanting to squish you cause you're just that freaking cute than wanting to bully your pussy.

But he does get hot and bothered whenever you're just being too adorable and flustered.

🆉--> 🆉🆉🆉🆉🆉:

He generally has a hard time falling asleep, so he naturally stays up even after you've dozed off. Tries to fall asleep with you but if it doesn't work, he might go play the piano for a bit or take a stroll in the garden or maybe even read a book with you in his arms.

*･ﾟﾟ･*:.｡..｡.:*ﾟ:*:✼✿　　✿✼:*ﾟ:.｡..｡.:*･ﾟﾟ･*

𝙰𝚕𝚛𝚒𝚐𝚑𝚝... 𝚃𝚑𝚊𝚗𝚔 𝚢𝚘𝚞. :)

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One More Round

Rating: Explicit

Pairing: Keith/Reader

Words: 2326

Tags: Some Size Kink, Creampies, (light) Overstimulation, Oral (reader receiving), Reader has She/her pronouns and vagina

Summary: It's a pleasure between the two of you to spend each night that you can entangled in each other's arms, but it doesn't always end with just one side of him fulfilling his desires.

For @portrait-ninja! Thank you so much for the support!

In the dark of night, pleasure suffused the air in Keith’s bedroom. Labored breaths left your sore lips as one hand twisted the sheets beneath your fingers, the other tangling in Keith’s messy gray curls as his tongue continued its relentless lapping along your lower folds. Each long lick had you squirming, yet Keith gently held your hips down, keeping you firmly in place as he tasted your juices again and again, his mind too enamored with the flavor.

After hours lost in paperwork, helping others, and research that sapped away time, it was difficult hiding the desires ebbing within the two of you day after day. Playing up a false narrative for the sake of unspoken politeness was exhausting. Once confessing that your needs matched his, longing for blissful nights tangled within each other, Keith had been eager to comply and indulge. Now, leaving yourself at the mercy of his wide tongue and skillful hands had become a nightly routine, leaving you breathless and thankful for voicing your desires.

“A-ah!”

Once more, your back arched as he guided you ever closer to your peak, thighs resting on his broad shoulders and trying desperately not to clench against his head. Yet your writhing form didn’t deter Keith. No, it seemed to only spur him on as he switched to suckling gently on your clit again, using his free hand to tease your entrance, testing just how welcoming you were.

You squirmed at the sensation of his thick index finger easing its way inside, exploring your inner walls with a care you rarely gave yourself.

“Mmmore, please-!”

“Patience,” he murmured, kissing your tender bud.

Slowly, he dragged his thick digit out before pushing it back in, beginning a careful rhythm despite your whines for more. It was only when your nails dug into his scalp that he blessed you with another finger, your walls clenching so tightly around him that he groaned.

“Ready?”

You nodded frantically, but Keith stopped his tongue.

“I want to hear you…”

Gentle, always gentle, so much so that it almost sounded like a desperate plea. This man that could easily tower over you was begging between your legs for mere words.

“I want you,” you gasp out, rolling your hips to meet his fingers faster, “please, I'm ready, I can handle it, please-”

The words died on your tongue, transformed into a moan as Keith ramps up the pace of his fingers, pumping them harder at a tempo that has you seeing stars. This time, your legs do clamp onto either side of his head, nudging his nose deeper into your curls as he suckles your clit with a renowned fervor. His mouth stays firmly against your wet sex as you writhe once more. After the slow build up of ecstasy he walked you through, the pleasure makes your head spin as it hits its peak, orgasm causing your legs to shake- yet Keith presses on, lapping up every drop of your essence that you’re willing to part with and gift to his waiting tongue.

Keith only stops when your whines make it through to him, overstimulation of your swollen clit causing tears to prickle at your eyes. His head lifts then, illuminated by the moonlight pouring in from the window.

It gives your bleary eyes a proper view of your lover, half of his form bathed in the pale light, your juices coating his chin. It’s there, in the dead of night, that you feel as though you see the rare beast in his eyes, looking at you with a renewed hunger.

When he blinks, however, his eyes skip away from yours, wiping his mouth with the back of his hand. Another easily recognizable trait- his shyness, catching up to him. His worry seeping in, noting how embarrassed you could get over how wet you became with him, over your stamina being less than his own.

Sitting up, you coaxed his gaze back to you with your hands on his cheeks, dragging him into another kiss. It’s with that movement that your gentle giant melts back into you, his concerns ebbing away as you pull him back to the bed. With each meeting of your lips, Keith found himself unable to bear the seconds between them, slipping his hand behind your head to keep you in place as he greedily took your breath away.

His other hand easily grasps your leg, pulling your hips flush against his, wordlessly encouraging you to wrap your legs around his waist. You eagerly comply, the stretch to accommodate his sturdy frame feeling comforting. The moment your legs lock around him, Keith rolls his hips against yours, his length rubbing between the folds of your pussy. Each rub has the head of his cock brushing against your clit, and a thrill of excitement buzzes through you at the sensation, lips breaking apart from one another as moans slip out unbidden.

It’s moments like these, where you can see the hunger etched across his features, that you’re thankful for your lover and his attentiveness. He knows how to prep you well, how to give so much focus to your pleasure, so that he can enjoy himself to the fullest as well.

“I’m sorry, I won’t be able to hold back-”

“I can take it, I promise.”

He looks apologetic, but his hand still moves between your bodies, guiding the tip of his cock against your opening.

And…Well, you could take it, but your breath always stilled at the sensation, your legs subconsciously tightening around his hips as his engorged head slowly slipped inside of you, the ridge of his dick making your toes curl as it pushed through. Keith, caring Keith, was losing more of his control as he inched his way inside, his brows furrowing together as he groaned.

“Always…So warm for me…”

His name is a keen on your lips, and it spurred him further, his grip firm on your hips as he sinks the rest of his cock inside of you in one movement.

“Gods-” The groan that leaves his lungs does nothing but spike your arousal, and you’re suddenly aware of just how sensitive you still are from earlier. Even with him giving you time to adjust to his girth, shivers of pleasure run over your skin- you’re not going to last long this time.

It goes unnoticed by Keith, who is sliding his cock out just far enough to where his tip still remains inside of you, then snaps his hips back against yours. Crying out wasn’t enough, no, the second he starts up a steady pace, your nails are at his shoulders, etching in the words you can’t speak into his skin.

“Ah, you’re sucking me in- ngh!”

The pain doesn’t deter Keith in the slightest, too enamored with the way your walls coax him further with each powerful thrust, losing himself to the pleasure you’re blessing him with. Now, his hands slide up your thighs, impulse taking over him as he grasps under your knees, pushing until he’s able to comfortably pin you down like this- knees to your chest, as he uses the leverage to fuck deeper into you.

Fuck words, you’re too busy trying not to scream as Keith continues, the intensity of his thrusts causing the bedframe to shake, rattling against the wall and surely leaving scuffs. Biting your lip, knowing how your mewls were slipping out regardless, you tried desperately to grasp onto any bit of him you could, your next orgasm approaching fast with Keith’s nonstop pounding.

It's a wonder you manage to muffle the sounds of pleasure overtaking you. Your legs strain as he continues to hold you in place, pumping himself into you with near reckless abandon.

Keith, sweet Keith, can't help himself. He's so focused on chasing his pleasure, on losing himself to the feel of your pussy begging to squeeze him dry, that he doesn't fully register that you've cumed and that you're being overstimulated further with each thrust he delivers.

Instead, he murmurs your name fervently, mixed with words of love, of encouragement, of “yes”.

When he cums, it's after he pushes himself as far into your depths as he can manage, pouring his love into you with a groan.

He lingers, breath ragged. It seems to take everything inside of him to pull out of your warm cunt, letting your legs finally hit the mattress. You’re so focused on regaining your clarity that you nearly miss the sensation of his cum seeping out of you. Until you catch a view of his face, and how he’s unable to tear his gaze away from the sight.

Keith was restrained in public, and undoubtedly shy, but after sex he wasn’t as demure as he could be. His confidence was secure in the moment, too full of your love to question himself just yet.

So his firm kisses to your jaw, in the warmth provided by the cascading water of the shower the two of you were in, moving to the back of your neck… The crook of your shoulder… They weren’t a shock, but a nice surprise as you let out a pleased sigh, happy to be pampered even more.

However, when teeth came into play- pressed against your skin, nipping enough to leave a mark, that was the first sign you had.

Followed by hands caging you against the shower wall.

No, your timid lover had slipped away again. Lost to another part of his mind, a more impatient one.

His broad chest pressed against your back as he crowded you, the rumble of his low chuckle intoxicating to hear.

“‘Bout time the two of you finished,” his thick length rubbed against your ass as he spoke, excitement causing it to stand erect once more, “are you ready for my turn, little flower?”

Were you?

You didn’t get a chance to speak before he tipped your chin up, leaning over to capture your lips between his. Even though it was the same body stealing kisses, it felt so different from what you had just experienced. Soft lips were rough against your own, demanding your attention with the intensity of each kiss.

It was difficult to break apart, but once he seemed satisfied enough at the taste of you, you managed, “I’m pretty tired, so I won’t last long-”

“Mmm, that’s what the wall is for.”

With a smirk, Keith pinned your hands against the wall in front of you, his hands engulfing yours quite easily. As you readied yourself, head swimming at his tall body flush against yours, you felt the head of his cock rub against your pussy, a breathy laugh slipping out.

“Tired, huh? You’re so wet for me though.”

“Well that’s- mph!”

There was no warning as his length pushed into you, a heady moan escaping you as your inner walls eagerly clenched around him once more.

“Mm, feel that? Feel how your cunt is sucking me in already?”

That tantalizing drawl against your ears alighted your skin once more, but the way the tile walls seemed to carry the sounds had your head spinning. His body still pressed firmly against yours, letting you feel every ridge of his muscles, the way he towered over your figure. You felt so small like this, and Keith knew it.

His hand slipped between your thighs, swiping circles around your swollen nub and chuckling at the way you jolted initially. But the longer he continued, still resting his cock deep inside, you felt that build up of pleasure again, and your legs trembled.

“He really did a number on you this time, huh?” Teeth nibbled at your ear, drawing out whimpers from your sore lips. “Don’t worry, I’ll keep ya steady.”

Finally, his wandering fingers left your clit alone. The small reprieve of delicious torment was pleasant, until his hands moved to your hips, grabbing firmly and keeping your pelvis a step away from the wall.

“Can’t be as nice as he would be, but I’ll make it quick so you can rest,” he murmured, planting a chaste kiss to your shoulder, “tell me if it’s too much.”

At your nod, Keith pulled his hips back to let his cock slide halfway out of you, before driving it back in hard. From that moment, you firmly planted your hands against the wall, a gasp leaving you- until his next thrust was just as powerful, his hips snapping at a pace you weren’t mentally prepared for.

You can’t help it, each time he pounds his cock inside of you, you’re having to lean more of your weight against the wall to keep some lucidity, but the tiles betray you again. Each slap of wet skin seems to reverberate due to the walls, your own lewd mewls and groans echoing in your head, aiding in the bliss overwhelming your body. If it wasn’t for Keith keeping your lower half steady, your trembling legs wouldn’t be able to keep you standing.

“A-ah, you’re clampin’ down real tight. Wanna milk me for all I’m worth, huh?” With his breathy words, Keith begins to trade the speed of his thrusts for depth, slowing down to make each pump of his cock hard enough to shake you, “just a little longer, flower, I’ll give it to ya.”

Another snap of his hips, and you're curling your toes, crying out as he keeps pushing past your own orgasm. And each rough thrust after that, he’s murmuring encouragement to you, commending you for continuing to take him again and again, until finally with one last thrust, his warm seed spills inside of you, taking both of your breath away.

Just as before, he lingers, but remains lucid enough to continue his exhausted praise, peppering it across your shoulders and neck.

And just as before, when he finally pulls his girth out of your tired pussy, you can feel the remnants of your night together, dripping out once more.

As said before, this is a fanfic for @portrait-ninja. She requested what to be included, as well as reviewed it to make sure it was to her liking. I do not want to hear any critisms, as this was completely written for her.

I am happy to have an actual Keith fanfic out now!! I feel guilty, I really do enjoy Keith, but my other favorites occupy my brain and inspo a lot more. This may be because I am always satisfied with the Keef-tent (keith content) that I run into? They've explored everything I wanted to do with him and more, haha!

This was a fun piece to write! I hope everyone enjoys it, thank you for reading!

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