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bratchoso · 2 months

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Synopsis: Reader asking to watch Choso jack off ^-^

Pairing: Switch!Choso x Fem!Reader Content: porn w/ feelings, established relationship, masturbation, spit, pussy job, riding, missionary, multiple orgasms (m), rough sex, cream pie

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You had developed an enjoyment of watching Choso. Watch him talk, watch him breathe—your eyes would always be glued onto him when he did anything. And that little glimmer in your eyes would go overlooked by him.

You liked watching him reach into a high cupboard, the edge of his shirt revealing his hip in the slightest. Or when he would talk- most of the time, the words would be spoken, but your ears would hear them without registering in your mind.

You would only pay attention to his expression- his eyebrows furrowing with a sudden severity in his tone. Or when his eyes would spark in the slightest when you would agree mindlessly to what he was saying.

Usually, your face showed what you were thinking. Giving hints to what raced through your mind. And any hints your low eyes provided, or every half smirk that formed on your lips, Choso wouldn't acknowledge them.

Only Choso never could tell what you were thinking. Even if your expression should have told him all he needed to know. He never knew why you would look at him like that- or what it meant.

And when he asked you;

"Why do you look at me like that?" snapping you from the cloud of filth you would picture as he talked.

You only replied with an earnest smile, "I just like lookin' at you."

And Choso stayed with that idea- whenever he would see your gaze darken, he would remember what you said. Almost endearingly scanning the look on your face, as though your lowered eyes and lightly flushed skin meant that you were only looking. And nothing more.

So when the topic of masturbation came up- something about how he only does it when he knows you're too tired or when he didn't want to bother you. You couldn't help but ask him, "Can I watch?"

He looked off the side- furrowed eyebrows, unknowing why you'd want to watch him do such a menial thing- everyone does it, right? It's not some marvel and you gained no pleasure from it physically. But then he remembered what you told him.

'I just like looking at you.'

A few days had passed since that conversation- too embarrassed to tell you when he would do it- and ask if you wanted to watch. It almost felt like he was admitting that he wanted you to watch. Even if you were the one who told Choso you wanted to- coming to you and saying the words. It felt too filthy- even for him.

You had been catching up on school assignments for most of that day. Sitting on the couch of your shared apartment with a furrowed brow. Unaware of what Choso was concocting in his mind as you read through the work.

He had been working up the courage to ask you since the morning, along with thinking up a way to say the actual words. He mostly looked at you with sad puppy eyes, hoping you would look at him and know what he wanted.

All but begging for you to read his mind, just so he wouldn't have to say it.

Slowly walking past you with his eyes locked onto your expression, hoping you would look up and see the pleading look he held.

And when he sat on the other end of the couch, the ache in his sweats was too unbearable to continue waiting for you to pay heed to what he wanted.

Your focused gaze unmoved from the words splayed onto your screen, he called your name. Barely considered a whisper and with a sprinkle of a whiny tone- as though it was your fault he couldn't admit what he wanted.

Looking up from your screen- "Yes?" you spoke. Your tone was far too kind and tolerant for what he was about to ask of you.

"You remember when you." he looked away from your gaze, "When you asked if you could watch-" you raised your eyebrows- eager to hear how he would phrase it. "If you could watch, me." Bells ringing in your brain as he spoke.

"Watch you?" you asked- playing coy to what Choso tried insinuating. Looking down at your screen again and hearing a light sigh as he shifted on the other end of the couch.

Choso clenched his teeth- already flustered from what he was expected to say. "...Jack off?" he mumbled, facing away from you in shame.

You flashed your eyes back to him, seeing his ears flushed with a light blush. "Yes, I remember." You closed the screen of your computer, lightly tilting your head and awaiting his response.

"I was about to-"

You couldn't help the light grin that rose on your lips. "You want me to watch you?" spoken with a hint of tease as Choso tensed his shoulders at the words.

Still looking away from you- lightly nodding his head up and down. "I wanna hear you say it." You tapped him lightly with your foot- urging him to hurry.

"I would like you to watch me—" he inhaled, "Jack off." He turned over to you. You, holding the very same expression that would look back at him when he spoke most times.

And as you instructed him to go on as he normally would- "Pay me no mind." you grinned. Taking his shirt off before he eased onto his side of the bed, avoidant eyes and nerves spasming in his sweats.

Choso sat up halfway, his shoulders flush against the wall, his legs extended, hands planted on either side of his hips as he looked at you.

You sat at the foot of the bed, legs crisscrossed and waiting for him to start. Soaking in the sight of him- carved torso and blushy expression on his face.

As Choso flashed his eyes to yours- some kind of way of asking if he could start. You only raised your eyebrows, urging him to go on. He lightly gulped, placing his hands on the band of his sweats.

Lightly wincing when he pulled his firm cock from them- bordering on a purple hue on his tip, clear tears of his precum falling from his neglected cockhead, and his shaft lightly twitching against the sudden hit of air.

It looked pained, and based on his expression- bordering on dizzy as he took a few breaths in, he had been this way for a while. "Were you like this the whole time?" you muttered, watching his head lightly nod.

"Didn't know how to ask you." he spoke softly, tone bordering on a whimper and placing a hand onto his base. Tingles forming on his cheeks and falling down his broad shoulders.

You watched with intense eyes- his lips parting in a soft sigh as he slowly stroked himself. Choso's grip was light- some attempt to not cum as soon as he started. His body buzzed with shivers of exhilaration and timidity.

Soft sighs took the shape of low moans as your eyes made work of blinking down to his pretty cock.

Surrounded by his hand and stroking lightly. Building himself up as his eyes closed, looking at the curve of his neck. The adams apple in his throat bobbing with every light breath he took. Tipping his head back onto the wall with parted lips.

"You don't watch anything?" eyes filled with amazement, and your panties starting to soil as you watched his hand take on a tighter grip. Choso nodded his head 'no'- a little sigh leaving his lips with the upturn of a whimper.

Choso's chest lightly caved with an exhale, "I jus' think about you." he muttered, words he spoke without filter. Your cunt spasming at the declaration, making you consider forgetting this idea of just watching- wanting to give him more than your gaze in gratitude.

But the sound of a choked whimper leaving his throat snapped you from that thought- his hand taking on a slightly faster pace as his other fisted the sheets. Watching his hand smear beads of precum down his shaft and back up again.

You leaned over in the slightest- watching his hand start to lose its easy glide when he began. Somewhere in Choso's mind, he had thought you abandoned the idea of just watching as you tucked hair behind your ears. Looking down at his cock with a whimper, all but asking you to help him.

Collecting as much saliva you could on your tongue, lightly bending over, and allowing a fat glob to slip from your lips. The ache between your thighs becoming more and more apparent with every passing second.

A light huff in the shape of your name left his throat- his hand taking a faster pace from the action. Choso's tummy clenched in the slightest as he felt the start of his orgasm pool, smearing your spit with his pre in urgency.

His eyes scanned your expression- the same one you held when he would speak, only this time, he knew why you were looking at him like that.

And the slight shame of how good it felt to have you watch him with that look in your eyes- having you spit on him- made it all the more easier for his eyes to close. Huffing your name as though it was you who was stroking him.

Low eyes watching with your hands threatening to replace Choso's as his chest rose and fell in sync with his quick strokes.

His lips hung open in a silent moan- abdomen spasming as his tip oozed pearly tears onto his tummy. His shoulders shivered as he continued his hand's strides, slower and with a lighter grasp.

Working himself down from the orgasm that soiled his skin, the back of his hand falling onto the bed. Even if his breathing and expression seemed satisfied with one orgasm- his cock told you he wanted another.

Hard and twitching against his abs. At that moment- you lost the idea of sitting on the sidelines and rose to your knees. Watching Choso's expression steady with every deep breath he took. Slipping off your panties and scooching closer to him.

You planted one leg over his hip, hoovering directly above his laid cock and looking at his eyes blink up at you. The smile on your lips churning with intent as you placed your hands onto his shoulders.

Choso's made haste in landing on your upper thighs, delighted you abandoned the idea.

Kneading the plush skin in his hands as you lowered your cunt onto his shaft, trapping his cock between his carved tummy and your cunt. A soft sigh leaving your lips at the contact. Using your own slick mixed with his spend and pre, you slowly slid back and forth on his shaft- soaking in the expression he wore at the stimulation.

Leaning in with a soft whine and relishing the feeling of his lips against yours- slowly frotting your cunt back and forth against his cock. Similar to how he was stroking himself. But nowhere near as warm nor as slick as your core felt.

Your puffy clit brushing against his tip with every grind your hips made. Huffing heavily as one of Choso's hands slid beneath the band of your hoodie. His touch searing against your skin.

Your hands on his shoulders moving onto the side of his neck, bracing as your tongue slid against his.

Messy and uncaring teeth clashing against each other, proving to you, that the absence of your cunt swallowing his cock, frustrated him far more than it did you.

The hand on your thigh assisting in your slow glides, the one roaming beneath your hoodie cupping your breast.

Fervor and urgency filling every moan Choso's lips rumbled onto yours- his hold on your hip tightening to guide you into a quicker pace.

You pulled away from him, unable to withstand the heat boiling beneath your skin as your hands slipped off your hoodie. Tossing it aside, uncaring where it landed.

Choso's hand made contact with your breast again, a light groan leaving his lips as you connected your lips with his. His orgasm building again in his tummy. His grasp against your breast turning desperate- bordering on overstimulation as you slid against him.

You pulled away from him, looking into his hazy eyes, and raised yourself forward. His cock following your cunt as you felt his twitchy tip brush against your entrance. You huffed a flushed smile- lowering yourself onto his cockhead with a shared whimper.

Choso's hand trailing back down to your hip- whimpering at your walls sucking him in. Lips brushing against each other- not even trying to connect them, knowing it would be cut short as his tip nuzzled against your sweet spot.

And when his cock filled you to the hilt- you slowly started grinding. Ignoring the light sting from the stretch and watching his eyebrows knit, his lips parted in a drawn-out breath.

The urge in Choso's hips was unable to be still, causing him to place his hands on your waist, holding you still as he started rutting up into you at a quicker speed. Your hands gripping the back of his head, lightly tugging on his hair as he thrusts into you without a pattern.

You closed the little space held between your lips and his, callously slotting your tongue against his as he nudged into your sweet spot with every grind.

Choso trailed his hands a little higher on your waist, guiding you to tip onto your side- rolling onto your back with Choso's knees bent on the bed. Leaving him atop you with your thighs beside his hips.

Slipping his sweats lower on his thighs as he pulled back from your cunt- sliding back into you as he desperately wanted to when he was beneath you.

One strong hand on your thigh as he rolled his hips against you, moaning shamelessly into the air as the other planted onto your tummy with his thumb on your clit. Watching your face churn with small circles drawn against the sensitive bud.

The crude slapping of his balls against your ass, breaking up the joined whimpers that left your lips and his.

Your back arching against the sheets as he thrusts into you- so desperate for just one more as his hand on your thigh hooked behind your knee and started applying pressure.

Your pinned thigh gave his cock a better angle to mistreat your gspot with every rough thrust. Fever-filled eyes struggling to stay open with his hips taking on a furious pace- his lips mumbling words muffled by pretty whimpers.

Choso's face was adorned with the lightest sheen of sweat on his airline, furrowed eyebrows, and clenched teeth as he had his way with you.

His thumb rubbed harsher circles- so fucking eager to finish together as your moans drew clearer. Threats that he was close spoken in broken mutters- a breathy string of moans leaving your lips in response.

Air being knocked from your lungs with every mean thrust against your thighs- and with one guttural groan leaving his clenched teeth, Choso spilled his thick seed into your cunt.

His movements with his thumb refused to stop as the fulfillment of his spend pushed you over the edge.

Walls twitching around him as he slowed his thrusts, fucking his seed further into your as your breathing steadied. Choso's tired eyes looked down at you with a heaving chest- his back unable to keep his posture as he eased himself down onto you.

Pressing his ear against your collarbone and easing his hold on your leg. Allowing your thighs to press against his hips, arms instinctively thralling over his shoulders, a sigh laced with a moan leaving his lips.

Choso's softening cock twitched inside of you with every after-orgasm tremble that shook in his shoulders.

"So much," he huffed heavily, swallowing lightly. "-for just watching." he smiled, closing his eyes against your chest and feeling a half laugh rumble against his profile.

The realization of that expression you held while looking at him most of the time— meant pure filth. He hazily thought back to every time you looked at him with bedroom eyes and smiled to himself.

(a.n) tarde pero sin sueno, start of Choso week hehe

#so hot so sweet so cute!!!!#choso

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bratchoso · 3 months

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TRUST ME BABY | CHOSO.

pairing. choso x f!reader word count. 2.6k content warnings. smut, pwp, use of vibrator, overstimulation, unprotected sex, creampie, needy whimpering messy choso (for a minute before he takes control hehe)

“It’ll feel good. Trust me, baby.” Your voice sounds so sweet, soft around the edges as your hand gently trails the silicone head along his bare skin. It’s not on yet, but the anticipation is killing him. The rounded edge of your nail tickles his chest as you circle your finger around his nipple, making a choked gasp escape him. “If it makes me feel good, imagine how good you’ll feel. Hm?”

Choso doesn’t even remember how he ended up in this position, his back resting against your mountain of pillows, you naked on his lap with the prettiest smile on your lips. He was familiar with the vibrator in your hand, had seen you use it a few times, enjoyed pressing the soft head against your bundle of nerves as he fucked you, but he had never thought of using it on himself.

“Y-yeah, okay.” And maybe he shouldn’t be so quick to accept, because the flash in your eyes is a little too excited for him to register that maybe you had something else up your sleeve. But he can’t help that you have him wrapped around your finger, wound so tightly he even helps you yank down his sweats and boxers in a haste.

“It’ll feel good,” you reassure him again, voice blending in with the low buzzing as you turn on the vibrator. It buzzes against his abs, muscles clenching at the sensation, his eyes focusing on it with a slow breath. He’s in a trance as it trails along his skin, circling his belly button before dipping down an inch. You giggle as he shudders from the ticklish feeling, your free hand resting on his hip, legs slot between his as you sit on his thigh.

He can feel how wet you are already, messy folds dripping onto his skin as you fidget on his thigh, and he finds it hard to focus on anything else until you’re running the vibrator over his lower belly, just enough for the vibrations to tingle down to his cock. Its a brief moment but it makes his heart stutter, hands clenching the sheets below him as his mouth drops open. Nothing could have prepared him for the feeling of the vibrator finally running down the length of his cock, weakly buzzing head resting on the red tip, making beads or precum drip out.

“Oh fuck,” he groans, eyes clenching shut as he tries to breathe. The feeling was unfamiliar, a little shocking at first, but something about that gentle buzzing made him crave more. You giggle, sliding it off his tip, choosing to bring it back up and down his inner thigh in a teasing motion, just wanting to give him a taste.

“How’s that?” His hips buck up in search for it, thigh rubbing deliciously against you and you have to bite back a moan.

“More—want more, baby.” It’s a low rasp, desperate and needy as he looks at you with hooded eyes. You told him he’d like it.

He holds his breath as you wrap your hand around his cock, leaning over him as you let a glob of spit drip from your mouth and onto his tip. He hisses, brows pinching together as your hand glides up to spread your drool along his length. It’s shiny in the dim lighting of your bedroom, heavy in your hand as you pump him with a sly smile.

“Okay.”

With a click the vibrators intensity goes up, pulsing against his inner thigh while your hand rests along his base. It's a torturously slow trail, but once you glide it back over his cock and his eyes roll back, he knows it was worth it. His mind is spinning as you circle it around his sensitive tip, enjoying the way more beads of precum drip out, gliding down to collect around your palm as you continue to jack him off.

“I like seeing you like this,” you muse, eyes taking him in. His hair is a mess on his head, getting worse as he rakes his fingers through the dark strands, a huff of laughter escaping him as he spares you a glance. “So pretty when you’re needy and whining.”

His chest hiccups as you press against his frenulum, the jolt of pleasure shooting up his spine. A mirth smile tugs at his lips, head tilting as he stares down at you. “Careful love”

“Or what?” You counter, giggling sweetly as you tighten your hold on him and speed up. “I have the power right now. You gotta be nice to me.”

“I’m always nice to you—fuck,” he groans when you raise the intensity, leaning forward again until you’re lightly suckling on the head of his cock. It was overwhelming, the warmth of your mouth, the tingling vibration felt to his core, the delicious squeeze of your hand. “So fucking good. Just like that, good girl.”

His praise has you mewling, hips instinctively rocking against his tense thigh. The feeling of your wetness dripping down his skin has Choso reeling, his hand reaching forward to cup against your cheek, abs tensing when you once again up the level. You pull away from his cock with a smile, a small string of spit connecting to your lips.

“I wanna see you cum, Choso. Make a mess so I can clean it up.” He curses under his breath, nodding along mindlessly, hips rutting up. The silicone head bends as you press it harder against him, the pleasure building inside him, threatening to burst at the seams as he moans out. His chest feels tight as he gasps, blood pumping so loud in his ears. He would’ve never imagined something like this would feel so good, no wonder it always left you drooling and crying when he used it on you.

“Mm yeah, gonna cum. Make me cum baby.” His whines sound like music to your ears, rutting against his thigh with more urgency, circling his tip to bring him closer to the edge. Choso lets his head hang back as he groans, desperate little whimpers filling the air, stomach caving in as the warmth spreads until finally, he’s cumming. Your eyes widen in surprise as white ropes spurt onto his tummy, dribbling onto the head of the vibrator as it continues to buzz against him. He whimpers as the feeling rocks through him, hips twitching when you lick along his tip.

“Fuck, too much.” He hisses when you hum in question, continuing to tease him as you milk his orgasm. The pleasure turns sharp, his whole body tensing, hips pushing into the bed to try to escape the feeling.

“Really? I thought you’d want to fuck me after.” The vibrator finds its ways down lower, buzzing against his balls and making him curse. He groans as he stares at you, licking his lips while you bend over to clean up the mess on his stomach. The pearly white splashes get licked up, coating your tongue as you smile and stick it out for him to see before going back to lick up the length of his aching cock.

“I do, s-so let me. Please.” It happens too fast for him to register, the vibrator being tossed aside as you shimmy higher up his body, straddling his hips before you’re sinking onto him. Your walls invite him in easily, nice and wet from the show he just gave you. The sensation leaves him feeling winded, hands clutching onto your hips so hard your skin dimples.

“Wanna feel you cum again.” Your walls pulse around him, hands resting on his chest as you raise your hips before dropping them once more with a thump. The veins in his neck appear as he clenches his jaw, sensitive cock being sucked up by your greedy pussy, overstimulation making the corners of his vision blur but it hurts too good to beg you to stop.

“Y-yeah, I can do that just—fuck. Go a little faster for me.” His hands grip you tighter, bruising your skin, controlling the speed of your hips in case you decide to go against him. It’s not like you mind though, always preferring when he lets you go pliant and does what he wants. His cock curves just right inside of you, tip rubbing against the spongey patch of nerves that have you whining, nails digging into the soft skin of his chest as you lean forward and angle your hips better. The wet sound of skin slapping together fills the bedroom, the obscene squelch making the faintest blush spread onto his cheeks, always loving being able to hear how much you wanted him.

“Mm, you feel good Choso,” you mewl, head dropping down to watch the way his cock disappears inside of you, covered in your slick, ring of white collecting at the base.

“Yeah?” he hums, biting down on his bottom lip as he slides you up and down. “Can feel how wet you are, making my cock nice and messy. Your pussy likes me that much?”

A shaky laugh escapes you as you lift your head, meeting his lidded stare, eyes swirling with lust. “Almost as much as I do.”

Choso smiles now, tongue tracing the bottom of his teeth. How could you be this cute in this position? One of his hands glides up your body, goosebumps flaring up on your skin on the path he makes until he has a handful of your tits in his palm. You groan as he gives them a playful squeeze, fingers pinching the pebbled bud, feeling your pussy clench as he tugs it.

His feet slide up, planting themselves on the bed as he starts to rut into you, matching your speed and reaching deeper inside of you. His laugh is dark as you gasp in shock, resting more of your weight on his chest to let him take over fully. While your eyes flutter shut he reaches over, hands sliding along the bed sheets until he finds the discarded toy, remnants of his cum still covering the head.

“Want you to use this on yourself while I fuck you,” he grunts, thumb pressing the button to bring the toy to life. It buzzes against your thigh, making you blink your eyes open to stare at it as he trails it up your skin towards your pussy. His cum smears along your folds, the vibrations making you shudder as he presses it gently against your clit. “Need to feel you cum around me before I fill you up baby.”

The desperation drips from his voice, soaks into your skin and makes your stomach flip. With a shaky hand, you replace his hold on the vibrator, following instructions like the good girl you are and pressing it against your clit. It's embarrassing how quickly the warmth spreads through you at the stimulation, walls clamping down around him so tight it makes him groan. You know you won’t last long now, especially with the way he starts to fuck up into you ruthlessly, eyes glued to the way your tits bounce from the force.

He looks so beautiful beneath you, muscles flexing from exertion, sweat glistening on his skin, love drunk look taking over his features. It’s funny how easily the roles are switched, how quickly you become the whining mess on top of him, whimpering with each roll of his hips.

“I thought you had the power baby?” he teases, brow cocked up as he angles his thrusts just right to have you gasping.

“S-shut up,” you stutter, letting your head fall back, raising the intensity of the pulsing, feeling your nerve endings tingling. Your body starts to rock, searching for moremore once the familiar feeling starts to overpower you.

“I’m kidding,” he whispers, stomach tensing as his orgasm starts to creep up on him too. “You look so fucking pretty like this, always look so pretty. Already making a mess of you, got my cum smeared all over your pussy baby, look at that.” You glance down, seeing the milky white streaks coating your folds, remnants of his earlier orgasm blending in with your arousal as you glide the toy down to your entrance and back up.

“Oh fuck,” you cry, biting down on your lip, breath choppy and stuttering as your high approaches.

“Don’t worry, I’ll make you messier right now. You just gotta cum for me,” he grunts out, trying to ebb his own orgasm away, needing to feel you crumble and fall apart before he did. You’re nodding above him, mouth open as you moan out, nails clawing into his skin as the pleasure starts to crest, crashing over you until you’re cumming. He watches in awe as your eyes roll back, body tensing as your orgasm flows through you, pussy clamping around his cock so tight it makes him gasp.

“Oh my god,” you whimper, tingles spreading through you as you come down, allowing the toy to continue to buzz against your bundle of nerves before you’re weakly shutting it off and letting it drop to the side. Choso doesn’t slow down, if anything he speeds up, determined to fulfill his promise. You gush around his length, only amplifying the raunchy sound of his balls hitting your ass, tiny mewls from you blending into it to make the prettiest sound he’s ever heard.

“Ah, cumming. I’m c-cumming,” he groans, eyes locked onto the view of his cock pummeled into you, sticky and wet with your orgasm, and the thought of him adding more to it sends him over the edge. Choso grits his teeth as he spills into you with a raspy moan of your name, cock twitching inside your pulsing walls, spilling ropes of white with each thrust. His hands clench your hips, slamming you down until you’re flush against him, humming in content at the warm feeling, allowing him to shallowly rut into you until he is satisfied.

You look down at him with a cheeky smile, seeing the blissed out look on his face, giggling when he purses his lips out for you to lean forward and give him a kiss. His arms wrap around you as you kiss, lips smacking together softly, cock still nestled inside of you when he flips you both over to cage you in. It makes you squeal in delight, loving how small he was able to make you feel, your hands roaming over the muscles of his back as he kisses your neck gently.

“You’re so cute,” you whisper when he pulls away, a smile on his face at the tender compliment. You groan when he finally pulls his cock out, feeling his cum gush out of you, surely staining the sheets below. Choso smirks when his cock bobs in the air, still hard as he readjusts his hips until it’s resting along your swollen folds. Your brows pinch together when he rocks forward experimentally, sensitive clit aching as his tip rubs against it. You think he’s just teasing, still riding the wave of his orgasm, until he does it again and again, not caring about the slight pain he feels. Maybe he got off on it, but he knew you enjoyed it too, especially with the way your leg instinctively hooks around his waist to keep him close. So desperate. So cute.

“Wait Choso, ah.”

“Why?” he rasps with a wicked smile, arm still caging you in as his free hand guides his cock back into you with a lewd squelch, enjoying the wet gasp you release. “Thought you liked this? Wanted me to keep cumming earlier. You can handle it, trust me baby.”

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