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spookyrealms · 8 months

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For the story with jack i think a smutty story where maybe he is a little jealous would be so 🥵🥵

oh yessss! say no more anon I got you 🫶

𝐣𝐚𝐜𝐤 𝐬𝐚𝐥𝐭𝐞𝐫 𝐱 𝐟𝐞𝐦!𝐫𝐞𝐚𝐝𝐞𝐫 - 𝟏𝟖+ - 𝐢𝐭'𝐬 𝐣𝐮𝐬𝐭 𝐣𝐞𝐚𝐥𝐨𝐮𝐬𝐲 𝐚𝐧𝐝 𝐬𝐦𝐮𝐭.. 𝐭𝐡𝐚𝐭 𝐢𝐬 𝐚𝐥𝐥

𝐰𝐜: 𝟏.𝟔𝐤

𝐰𝐚𝐫𝐧𝐢𝐧𝐠𝐬: 𝐮𝐧𝐩𝐫𝐨𝐭𝐞𝐜𝐭𝐞𝐝 𝐬𝐞𝐱, 𝐬𝐰𝐞𝐚𝐫𝐢𝐧𝐠

𝐬𝐮𝐦𝐦𝐚𝐫𝐲: 𝐲/𝐧 𝐢𝐬 𝐚 𝐝𝐫𝐢𝐯𝐞𝐫 𝐟𝐨𝐫 𝐭𝐡𝐞 𝐍𝐢𝐬𝐬𝐚𝐧 𝐫𝐚𝐜𝐢𝐧𝐠 𝐭𝐞𝐚𝐦, 𝐉𝐚𝐜𝐤 𝐠𝐞𝐭𝐬 𝐚 𝐥𝐢𝐭𝐭𝐥𝐞 𝐚 𝐥𝐨𝐭 𝐣𝐞𝐚𝐥𝐨𝐮𝐬 𝐰𝐡𝐢𝐥𝐞 𝐰𝐚𝐭𝐜𝐡𝐢𝐧𝐠 𝐲/𝐧 𝐩𝐚𝐫𝐭𝐚𝐤𝐞 𝐢𝐧 𝐚𝐧 𝐢𝐧𝐭𝐞𝐫𝐯𝐢𝐞𝐰 𝐰𝐢𝐭𝐡 𝐚 𝐦𝐚𝐥𝐞 𝐫𝐞𝐩𝐨𝐫𝐭𝐞𝐫. 𝐖𝐚𝐭𝐜𝐡𝐢𝐧𝐠 𝐭𝐡𝐞 𝐭𝐰𝐨 𝐨𝐟 𝐲𝐨𝐮 𝐠𝐢𝐠𝐠𝐥𝐞 𝐚𝐧𝐝 𝐣𝐨𝐤𝐞 𝐰𝐢𝐭𝐡 𝐨𝐧𝐞 𝐚𝐧𝐨𝐭𝐡𝐞𝐫 𝐩𝐫𝐨𝐦𝐩𝐭𝐬 𝐉𝐚𝐜𝐤 𝐭𝐨 𝐬𝐡𝐨𝐰 𝐲𝐨𝐮 𝐚𝐟𝐭𝐞𝐫 𝐭𝐡𝐞 𝐢𝐧𝐭𝐞𝐫𝐯𝐢𝐞𝐰 𝐰𝐡𝐲 𝐡𝐞 𝐢𝐬 𝐭𝐡𝐞 𝐨𝐧𝐥𝐲 𝐦𝐚𝐧 𝐟𝐨𝐫 𝐲𝐨𝐮…

She was giggling again, with him.

It had to be the third or fourth time now this reporter made you laugh, and it just made Jack's blood boil. The way you both shifted forward in their seats as you two laughed. The way you clutched your stomach and took deep breaths to calm yourself in order to answer the next question. That damn reporter continuing his cheesy one liners after your answers which only made you laugh more.

Jack was finding it nearly impossible to stand off to the side and watch this interview unfold in front of him. You were his girl after all, he wanted to be the only one to make you laugh like this, not some reporter for a little known car magazine he didn't even know the name of.

While the reporter looked down at his iPad to read over the next question he needed to ask, you eyes gravitated towards Jack. His right shoulder was leaning on a steel beam that was one of many in the open studio space. His body language emanated nothing but tension and distain. Something was clearly bothering him.

You flashed him a kind, closed-mouth smile, his jaw clenched in response. Yeah, he was pissed about something.

"Okay, last question," the reporter's words pulled your attention back to him. "What is your ultimate goal for your racing career?"

"To stay in one piece after each race." you deadpanned followed by a fit of laughter from both you and the reporter.

"Well that is a very good goal to have." the reporter said between chuckles.

You nodded in agreement as you dabbed tears of laughter from the corners of your eyes, you glanced at your boyfriend, he now had his arms crossed over his chest, maintaining his unamused posture.

"On a serious note, I'd love to accomplish a championship title. That would be incredible. Maybe if I'm lucky, I can podium at Le Mans before I retire as well." you answered honestly.

With a few parting words and a friendly handshake, the interview was over, and you and the reporter go your separate ways. Automatically, you exited the small studio set up and walked over to Jack, he still had a prominent frown on his face.

"What's wrong with your face?" you asked, a cheeky smile dancing upon your lips as you looked at your boyfriend.

Jack huffed as he stood upright. "I don't know, maybe because you were enjoying flirting with that reporter."

"Oh my god." you retorted, turning on your heels and walking to the small break room that was at the back of the studio space.

Jack was the jealous type, there's no denying that. Most of the time you found it hot, when he'd get protective and possessive of you any time another man looked at you any other way other than a simple passing glance. But this time it rubbed you the wrong way.

"Tell me I'm wrong then. He was totally flirting with you!" Jack chased after you, his large stride catching up to your much smaller one within a couple steps.

"He was doing his job Jack. We felt comfortable with each other, that's a lot more than I can say for most reporters I talk to." You pushed the break room door open, letting it swing closed but Jack caught it before it had a chance to shut.

"As your boyfriend I was not comfortable with it."

"You aren't happy with anyone of the opposite gender acknowledging my existence." you spat.

An audible gasp escaped your lips as you felt a strong hand turn you around quickly. Your body collided into Jack's, the split second movement caused your heart to race and goosebumps erupt on your skin.

Jack towered over your much shorter stature, his eyes were hooded, dark with desire and want, his body was still ridged but not with anger or discomfort, it was pure pleasure and need.

"You are mine, and no one else's." he growled, bowing his head to meet your lips, devouring them in a dominating yet passionate kiss.

The kiss felt like electricity that jolted through your entire body. It was just one kiss but the effect this man had on you was instantaneous. His pent up desire had now transferred to you and all you could think about was the throbbing heat between your legs yearning for him.

Jack knew you were already at that point and had you laying flat on your back across the small sofa that was in the room.

"Jack, what if someone walks in?" you raised your head slightly to watch your boyfriend fiddle with your jeans before pulling them down your legs.

"Then they can watch." he grumbled.

You laughed slightly at his reply, the worry of someone actually walking in and seeing you two was quickly erased when you felt Jack's warm tongue glide across your folds. The feeling caused your back to arch and legs fall open.

Jack hummed against you, a response to the taste he got from your center. He used his tongue again to glide along your slit, from your sopping wet entrance up to your sensitive bud. There he flicked your bud with the tip of his tongue before clamping his lips down onto it and sucking. His facial hair tickled the sensitive skin between your legs, even the slightest feeling caused you to jump.

Instinctively, your hand went to his hair, gripping it slightly as he switch back and forth between sucking and flicking your bud. Each second a new wave of pleasure washed over you, demanding a symphony of moans to flow from your mouth.

You could feel your wetness growing, your core throbbing for him. It was an ache so deep within your core that it caused you to whine just thinking about his cock filling every inch of you.

"Jack please..." you said barely above a whisper.

Jack heard you but continued to flick his tongue wildly on your aching bud. "Please what?" he said, barely lifting his mouth from your wet core.

You moaned again. "I need you..."

This time Jack answered right away. "I'm sorry I didn't hear you, what was that?"

He anchored himself to your bud, sucking at it and pulling it slightly with his lips, a feeling that had you speechless for a moment. This man knew exactly what he was doing to you.

"I fucking need you right now!" you blurted, unable to control the words that flew from your mouth.

Jack pulled his mouth from your core with a loud popping sound. He sat up, a smug smile plastered on his face as he began to undo his belt and pants, eyes locked with yours. You panted heavily, heart racing, hyper focused on Jack and every move he made.

When his cock sprang free from its confines you felt your breath hitch followed by a frustrated groan. You wanted him so badly in this moment, every second he took felt like an eternity.

"Wow someone is needy." Jack teased.

"Says that man who was just whining about another man having my attention for five minutes." you countered, knowing that would stoke his fire.

It sure did. Jack's eyes darkened and he bent you over the back of the couch with one fluid movement. Before you had a chance to speak you felt his cock fill your core. A loud gasp chased by a moan escaped your lips as you gripped the top of the couch with both hands.

As in control as Jack was, there was still attentiveness and passion behind it. He paused for a moment, making sure you weren't tense and nothing was wrong, then once he was confident you were well adjusted he began to buck into you.

The speed and the accuracy behind each stroke caused you lips to part and your brain to go fuzzy. He knew all the best places to hit and all the best positions to put you in. He even knew throwing you half bent over the top of the couch would turn you on even more because you loved getting it from behind.

A chorus of moans echoed through the room, there was no way anyone outside didn't hear the two of you. But you couldn't care less. Caught in a pleasure high so perfect you lost track of time and space, the only thing that pulled you back down to Earth was the prickling feeling of your climax building within you.

"Oh fuck... Jack I'm gonna cum." you breathed between moans.

Jack's rhythmic strokes turned into deep thrusts that had you holding onto the couch for support. The change in rhythm caused your climax to come washing over you far faster than you anticipated.

"Jack!" you screamed, the scream coming purely from pleasure as you road your climax to the finish line.

Behind you, you could hear Jack grunt and groan a few times, his climax coming shortly after yours.

The two of you remained in your positions, both immobile while breathing heavily, trying to recover from the insane pleasure high.

"Bet no other man can do you like that." Jack stated, smacking your right ass cheek before pulling himself free from your core.

"mmm no you're right about that," you agreed, letting yourself sink back down onto the couch, making eye contact with Jack as he nodded. "But that reporter was pretty funny." you teased.

Jack huffed and rolled his eyes but a small satisfied smirk could be seen on his lips as he patted your outer thigh. "Don't start." he warned with a small chuckle followed by placing a soft kiss on your left temple.

Jokes aside; you were his, and he was yours, and that was that.

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spookyrealms · 8 months

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Payback (Jack Salter x Reader) 18+

𝐏𝐀𝐈𝐑𝐈𝐍𝐆𝐒: 𝐣𝐚𝐜𝐤 𝐬𝐚𝐥𝐭𝐞𝐫 𝐱 𝐟𝐞𝐦!𝐫𝐞𝐚𝐝𝐞𝐫

𝐖𝐀𝐑𝐍𝐈𝐍𝐆𝐒: 𝟏𝟖+, 𝐬𝐦𝐮𝐭, 𝐜𝐚𝐫 𝐬𝐞𝐱, 𝐬𝐰𝐞𝐚𝐫𝐢𝐧𝐠, 𝐭𝐞𝐚𝐬𝐢𝐧𝐠 𝐝𝐮𝐫𝐢𝐧𝐠 𝐝𝐢𝐧𝐧𝐞𝐫, 𝐮𝐧𝐩𝐫𝐨𝐭𝐞𝐜𝐭𝐞𝐝 𝐬𝐞𝐱

𝐆𝐄𝐍𝐑𝐄/𝐓𝐀𝐆𝐒: 𝐠𝐫𝐚𝐧 𝐭𝐮𝐫𝐢𝐬𝐦𝐨, 𝐛𝐨𝐲𝐟𝐫𝐢𝐞𝐧𝐝!𝐣𝐚𝐜𝐤 𝐬𝐚𝐥𝐭𝐞𝐫, 𝐬𝐦𝐮𝐭, 𝐝𝐚𝐭𝐢𝐧𝐠 𝐛𝐮𝐭 𝐚𝐥𝐬𝐨 𝐜𝐨𝐰𝐨𝐫𝐤𝐞𝐫𝐬

𝐒𝐔𝐌𝐌𝐀𝐑𝐘: 𝐲𝐨𝐮 𝐚𝐫𝐞 𝐛𝐨𝐫𝐞𝐝 𝐝𝐮𝐫𝐢𝐧𝐠 𝐚 𝐂𝐚𝐩𝐚 𝐭𝐞𝐚𝐦 𝐝𝐢𝐧𝐧𝐞𝐫. 𝐓𝐨 𝐩𝐚𝐬𝐬 𝐭𝐡𝐞 𝐭𝐢𝐦𝐞 𝐲𝐨𝐮 𝐝𝐞𝐜𝐢𝐝𝐞 𝐭𝐨 𝐭𝐞𝐚𝐬𝐞 𝐲𝐨𝐮𝐫 𝐛𝐨𝐲𝐟𝐫𝐢𝐞𝐧𝐝, 𝐉𝐚𝐜𝐤, 𝐚𝐭 𝐭𝐡𝐞 𝐝𝐢𝐧𝐧𝐞𝐫 𝐭𝐚𝐛𝐥𝐞. 𝐓𝐡𝐞 𝐬𝐞𝐱𝐮𝐚𝐥 𝐭𝐞𝐧𝐬𝐢𝐨𝐧 𝐫𝐢𝐬𝐞𝐬 𝐚𝐧𝐝 𝐉𝐚𝐜𝐤 𝐢𝐬 𝐝𝐞𝐬𝐩𝐞𝐫𝐚𝐭𝐞 𝐭𝐨 𝐝𝐨 𝐬𝐨𝐦𝐞𝐭𝐡𝐢𝐧𝐠 𝐚𝐛𝐨𝐮𝐭 𝐢𝐭.

𝐖𝐂: 𝟐.𝟎𝐤

𝐀𝐍: 𝐲𝐞𝐚𝐡 𝐭𝐡𝐢𝐬 𝐢𝐬 𝐜𝐨𝐦𝐩𝐥𝐞𝐭𝐞𝐥𝐲 𝐬𝐞𝐥𝐟 𝐢𝐧𝐝𝐮𝐥𝐠𝐞𝐧𝐭 𝐭𝐨 𝐬𝐚𝐭𝐢𝐬𝐟𝐲 𝐦𝐲 𝐥𝐨𝐯𝐞 𝐟𝐨𝐫 𝐉𝐚𝐜𝐤 𝐒𝐚𝐥𝐭𝐞𝐫 𝐟𝐫𝐨𝐦 𝐭𝐡𝐞 𝐦𝐨𝐯𝐢𝐞 𝐆𝐫𝐚𝐧 𝐓𝐮𝐫𝐢𝐬𝐦𝐨. 𝐈𝐭'𝐬 𝐬𝐦𝐮𝐭𝐭𝐲 𝐛𝐮𝐭 𝐈 𝐥𝐨𝐯𝐞 𝐢𝐭. 𝐇𝐨𝐩𝐞𝐟𝐮𝐥𝐥𝐲 𝐭𝐡𝐢𝐬 𝐫𝐞𝐚𝐜𝐡𝐞𝐬 𝐭𝐡𝐞 𝐫𝐢𝐠𝐡𝐭 𝐚𝐮𝐝𝐢𝐞𝐧𝐜𝐞 𝐰𝐡𝐨 𝐰𝐢𝐥𝐥 𝐥𝐨𝐯𝐞 𝐢𝐭 𝐭𝐨𝐨. 𝐀𝐬 𝐚𝐥𝐰𝐚𝐲𝐬, 𝐩𝐥𝐬 𝐛𝐞 𝐤𝐢𝐧𝐝 (:

You eyed your half eaten salmon fillet on the plate in front of you, zoned out as one of the higher ups for Capa droned on about this years successes.

It was a "team" dinner; the word team taken very lightly considering anyone outside of the essential circle of people who aided in Nick Capa's success were nothing more than minions that silently kept the company running behind the scenes.

You were one of those minions, a graphic designer that stared at a computer for eight hours back at headquarters. But, every six months Capa would set up a dinner night at some fancy restaurant and pretend like the company was one big happy family. It wasn't. You hated working for them, but they paid good.

Last year you were about to walk right out of your job but you just had to meet one of the mechanics, Jack Salter.

He was charming, sarcastic, and hated his job as much as you did. The two of you bonded over venting about woes in the workplace. What started out as casually stopping to chat here and there during the work day, turned into meeting for dinner at a pub, going to see movies together, and before you knew it, the two of you were dating.

Anyone at Capa could care less that two employees were dating, they just wanted to ensure both of you still did your jobs. Even though the two of you were good employees for a company that didn't deserve either worker, Jack swore the moment a better opportunity would arise, he'd take it to get the two of you away from Capa.

That moment hadn't arrived yet. And now the two of you sat side by side pretending to be interested at a company dinner meeting.

Jack rested his chin on his hand as the chief engineer talked. His brow would knit every so often, the corners of his mouth drooping slightly as he listened. You knew these facial expressions were a result of Jack's inner driver desperately wanting to make some sort of remark on what was being said. But he knew better and kept his mouth shut.

Your eyes lingered on your boyfriend as he took a sip of his beer. There was something about him tonight that just had you enamored more than usual. Maybe it was the suit he wore? His tie was slightly loosened and the very top button of his dress shirt undone. Or was it the way his hair was styled and the appearance of his not so groomed facial hair? The more you thought about it, the more you realized it was all of the above. He just looked that good.

By the time you came to your conclusion, Jack was eyeing you suspiciously. He raised his right eyebrow slightly as a small, curious, smile grew on his lips.

"Care to share what you are thinking?"

You blushed slightly at the realization you had been caught staring. "Oh nothing." you dismissed, turning your attention back to the plate in front of you.

You heard Jack grunt beside you, he sounded a little disappointed that you didn't share what you had been staring at him for.

A few minutes passed, your thoughts began to wander again, this time you thought of an idea. Reaching slowly across, you rested your right hand on Jack's inner thigh. He instantly tensed, the location of your hand caused him to clench his jaw and turn slightly to look at you.

"Y/N..." he mumbled, keeping this situation as discreet as he could.

A small, subtle, smile danced across your lips when he said your name. You kept your hand in place for a minute, letting him think that's all you had planned on doing. It certainly wasn't.

Jack's leg jerked upwards, smacking the underside of the table when your hand moved to his crotch. The sound of his knee colliding with the table caused everyone at the table to stare.

Jack looked mortified, his cheeks turning a bright red color, you on the other hand, did your best to stifle a laugh.

"Sorry." Jack cleared his throat, a rush of awkwardness temporarily paralyzing him.

The other people at the table shot both of you disapproving looks before turning their attention to the chief engineer who continued his speech. Now with zero attention on the two of you, Jack leaned slightly towards you.

"You're gonna pay for that."

His comment made you smile. "Fine by me, bet you can't make it through this dinner." you countered.

The two of you eyed each other before Jack moved to his upright position. You moved your hand against his crotch, he tensed again, jaw clenching tighter then it had the first time you placed your hand on his leg.

This time he retaliated. You felt his large hand slide up under your tight, maroon colored dress, and squeeze the inside of your thigh.

You let out a long sigh, keeping it quiet enough to avoid unwanted attention, but Jack heard it. The corner of his mouth raised slightly into a smirk.

Another pause between the two of you ensued, both wondering who would make the next move. You did, of course. Gripping his now hardening bulge.

Jack pulled his lips inward and cleared his throat, retaliating with moving his hand up farther, letting his middle finger brush against the soft fabric of your panties. Your breath hitched at the feeling of his touch. You could feel a growing heat between your legs that now had you on edge.

The both of you were wound like springs, ready to burst at any moment. The anticipation of the next move caused your skin to erupt in goosebumps. Instead, Jack rose from his seat, tossing his napkin onto the table.

"We have to get going, thanks for inviting us." He said quickly, backing up so you were able to exit your seat as well.

Surprised by his sudden need to leave the dinner table, you hurried out of your seat, waving to the people that eyed the two of you. Your cheeks were flushed, not from embarrassment, but rather the heat of arousal that had pretty much consumed your every thought at this point.

Jack gripped your hand firmly and lead the two of you out of the restaurant, weaving between tables till you reached the cool London evening air.

"Okay now what?" you asked, looking to your boyfriend as he walked like a man on a mission to the parked black Mercedes, digging the key fob out of his pocket.

"You pay for your actions." he answered, his voice was thicker than it was back in the restaurant. His tone was laced with desire and that only made your core throb even more.

The car was parked towards the middle of the lot that sat across from the restaurant. Since it was later in the evening, some time after eight, there were significantly less cars parked in the lot then there was upon arriving for the dinner an hour and a half ago.

With a quick click of the key fob, Jack unlocked the car and opened the passenger door for you. You let go of his large hand and sat down in the car, watching him shut the door and quickly make his way to the driver side. Being the tall man he was, Jack had to practically fold in half to lower himself inside the vehicle, a minor struggle you always found amusing to watch.

"You really think we are gonna make it all the way home?" you asked, eyes shifting to the floor below you so you could place your purse between your feet.

In the few seconds you had looked away, Jack reached over, hoisting you onto his lap in one quick motion. The suddenness of the action caused you to gasp and rest your hands on his chest as you straddled his lap. The two of you locked eyes. A shiver ran down your spine when you saw how glossed over and dark his eyes were, nothing but lust and want could be seen etched over his face.

"Fuck.." you mumbled, crashing your lips onto his.

The kiss was sloppy, rushed, heated. You hummed against his lips as his hands slid down, gripping your ass with both hands. In response, you used both of your hands to pull his tie loose and unbuttoned his white dress shirt halfway. Once achieved, you were quick to place your hands on his bare chest. You could feel his heart racing already, the man was a live wire about to short circuit at any moment from the amount of arousal he had been holding back.

The following moments whizzed by, nothing but a whirlwind of pleasure and want. Jack had pulled the lever on the side of the driver's seat, causing the back to fall all the way down, allowing him to lay back completely. As your tongues danced, Jack let go of your ass briefly to undo his pants and belt. When he seemed to struggle with the process, you temporarily pulled away from the kiss and helped move the fabric out of the way, his cock emerging from his boxers like a spring.

Large hands moved back to your waist, one hand hooking your panties and pulled them to the side, the other holding you steady as you felt Jack rub his hardened member against your slick core.

You let out a light moan. "Jack...c'mon don't tease." you whined.

Jack smirked. "I told you you'd have to pay for teasing me earlier."

"As if you can hold off long enough to actually tease me." you countered.

"True," Jack kissed you again. "I'm too impatient."

Before you could even formulate a response, you felt his cock fill you completely. A sharp gasp escaped your lips, chased by a satisfied moan.

Your walls clamped against him, forming around his thickness as he began to thrust in and out.

"Goddamn you feel so good..." Jack breathed, biting back his lower lip as he raised his hips slightly, allowing him to angle his thrusting, knowing right were your most sensitive spots were.

"Jack," you moaned, feeling that tight coil deep within you start to build already. "--right there."

The car rocked to the movement of his thrusts, windows became blurry with condensation, and a symphony of moans could be heard, only muffled by the closed Mercedes doors. You could care less if anyone within the vicinity could hear the two of you, your mind was far away on a pleasure high you couldn't even put into words.

The building of your climax caused you to whine and squirm under Jack's strong hold. He could tell you were reaching breaking point and he had every intention of getting you to a climax that would leave you breathless.

His thrusts became quicker, deeper, harder. You cried out in pleasure, tilting your head towards the ceiling of the car, nearly scraping the top of your head on it as every nerve in your body came alive.

Your walls fluttered around him as you released, your fists gripping his undone dress shirt. For a moment you thought you were seeing stars, who knows, maybe you did, the release was that extraordinary.

Jack groaned, his release coming only moments after yours as he pumped himself into you, slowing down his movement after a few more weak thrusts.

The two of you lay on the driver's seat, panting heavily. Your head resting on his chest, listening to his heartbeat. Jack wrapped his strong arms around your waist, the two of you enjoying a wordless embrace for a few minutes as you came down from cloud nine and back to reality.

"Holy shit." Jack huffed, reaching one hand up to wipe some sweat from his brow.

"Holy shit is right." you agreed, a tired but happy smile on your face. "I guess this was good enough payback."

Jack chuckled, bringing the seat back to an upright position. He lazily kissed your lips a couple times before setting you back into the passenger seat. "Yeah, I think that'll do." he agreed, pulling his pants back up and starting the car.

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