hey, how are you? hope everything is okay.
i have a request to make. something like rhea and reader are friends. reader has a boyfriend, but he doesn't know how to satisfy her, so reader is frustrated, tried to get off alone, rhea catches her in the act and well...she is a friend who wants to help
maybe sub!reader, dom!rhea, dirty talk, some sort of degredation and stuff like that
ps: sorry if something is wrong. english is not my first language
summary: rhea finally gets the chance to taste you.
pairings: rhea ripley x fem!reader
you stared up at the ceiling, rhetorical silence in the bedroom louder than your thoughts. beside you, your boyfriend ethan was already snoring, completely oblivious to the feeling tightening your chest. it was the same routine as always. you guys had sex, he finished, he rolled over, and he went to sleep, leaving you stranded in a desert of unfulfilled frustration.
you felt that familiar, aching heat in your lower belly, that pleasure that never quite materialized. you sighed, shifting to your side and pulling the duvet tighter around yourself. you remembered the conversations you had tried to have with him, the hesitant suggestions whispered in the dark or the slightly more direct talks over coffee. you had tried to guide his hands, tried to explain what you needed, what you liked and turned you on, but it was like speaking a language he refused to learn.
ethan was gentle, sure, but he was clumsy and lacked the instinct to help you with your own satisfaction. every time you tried to help him, he either got defensive or simply forgot the moment it began.
you felt guilty even thinking about it because you loved him. you loved the way he brought you tea in the morning, the way he supported your career, the way he held your hand when you watched movies and the way he simply was by your side when you needed him. how could you leave someone so kind and so stable over something as carnal as sex?
it felt shallow, a betrayal of the emotional bond you had created, and yet, the physical void was growing. it was becoming a slow resentment, making you feel lonely even when he was inches away.
the worst part was his confusion when you would eventually go quiet, pulling away after he was finished. he would ask if you were okay, his tone genuinely caring and your heart would just sink deeper. how could you tell him that he was failing you without making him feel wrong? you didn’t want to be the demanding girlfriend, or making him feel like he wasn't enough, so you always just faked a smile and said you were just tired, hiding your true feelings deeper and deeper.
you felt shallow, like you were invalidating all the good and steady parts of your relationship. you were a grown woman, someone who was confident and capable in every other area of her life, yet here you were, lying in the dark and feeling like a child who couldn't communicate her most basic needs. it was a cycle of desire, frustration, and eventual giving up.
you had never thought that sex was that important in your life. this was your first, real relationship and you had always told yourself before getting into it that the most important thing was trust, loyalty and of course love. you saw sec like something that came right after all those things, not as important as them.
but now you were rethinking all of that.
it wasn’t that it was more or less important, but it was just as equal.
that night you tried to fall asleep with that same frustration growing inside you, and trying not to let it keep you awake as many other nights.
the next night your friend melissa had invited you and ethan to an house party to celebrate her promotion. you had accepted happily of course, needing to see your friends after weeks of just being busy working.
you had spent an hour getting ready, between shower, make up and dressing up. you were wearing a short, black slip dress, simple but daring. the skirt was shorter than your usual but you loved how it looked on your body. at your feet, you were wearing red pointed high heels that added that bit of colour to go against the black of your dress.
for the make up, you used eyeliner, paired with shimmering eyeshadow and mascara, and then a red lipstick to top it all off. you also wore your hoop earrings, loving the contrast of the golden of them against the color of your hair.
you looked at yourself smoothing the fabric of yourself and smiled, you were ready to go and have some fun. ethan was waiting at the door already, wearing a simple white blouse and black pants with boots.
he smiled at you as you walked up to him and kissed you on your lips, taking your hand and murmuring a quick “let’s go” before opening the door and guiding you towards the car.
the party had already started and was crowded when you and ethan walked in, the bass thumping against your chest and the air full with the smell of beer and expensive perfume.
ethan’s hand was on your lower back, walking with you inside the house and greeting some of the guys that were there.
soon you stopped to talk to a group of girls that were your friends, laughing with them as they talked about the last gossip of the office. ethan was with you until some guys called him over and he planted a quick kiss to your cheek before going over to them.
as you stood there chatting with them, a magnetic pull made you look toward the center of the room.
rhea ripley, wwe superstar and weirdly one of your circle, was leaning against the kitchen island, a red solo cup in one hand.
she was wearing a cropped black and white tshirt paired with baggy military jeans that sat low on her hips. her shoulders and arms looked even more massive than you remembered, the muscles defined and bursting with raw power. she was wearing silver hoop earrings, her usual bracelets around her wrists and black converse. as if she felt your gaze, her eyes darted across the room, and the moment they landed on yours, her entire expression shifted and a slow grin spread across her lips.
she pushed off the counter, walking through the crowd and ignoring some people that were trying to get her attention. when she reached you, she pulled you into a warm hug. she smelled like cologne and something uniquely her.
“y/n, it’s been way too long, hasn't it?" she murmured against your hair, her voice vibrating right through you.
you pulled back, your heart hammering against your ribs. you blinked, looking up at her and for the first time, you didn't just see your friend. you saw the sharpness of her jaw, the way her top clung to her shoulders, her gaze that made your stomach flip.
you had never really questioned your attractions before, always assuming you were just attracted to guys and that was it, but staring at rhea in that moment, a strange heat bloomed deep in your chest as her eyes traced the line of your collarbone.
"yeah," you managed to whisper, your throat suddenly dry, “it has."
rhea didn't let go of your arm immediately, her thumb brushing against your skin in a way that felt entirely too intentional.
“you know, we need to catch up properly, didn’t know you had one of those.” she said as her eyes flicking pointedly toward your boyfriend in the distance before returning to you with a small smile.
you let out a laugh, your gaze dropping down on the ground as you adjusted your dress before looking up at her again, “yeah, right, that’s ethan. i met him during a seminar and… yeah, it just happened. we’re together now.”
your eyes flicked to him and then towards rhea again. you didn’t know why but you found yourself gulping down heavily, feeling like you couldn’t even breath in the moment as she continued to observe you and him, her arms crossed over her chest.
“that’s… great. i’m sure you’re happy. he seems a nice guy.” she said, her eyebrow arching at her own words, almost like she was challenging you to tell her the truth.
because one thing about rhea, she always noticed when something was wrong. even if you didn’t see her for months, she always found a way to understands what was going on with you.
you two had met through melissa, since she was a producer for wwe. when you met, you immediately found yourself feeling comfortable with rhea. she was guarded at first, kinda introverted and shy, but as soon as she saw that you were easy going and talked to her like a normal human being instead of the superstar, she started to open up more and soon she became one of your friends.
it was a weird friendship, because since rhea was always almost away, you didn’t really see her everyday, but when you two did meet up, it was like the distance never happened. there was no weird silence or awkward conversations.
well, not until that night.
you didn’t know why you were feeling that way to be honest. you felt like you were making everything weird, because she was just talking to you normally, as she always did, but you couldn’t ignore her little sarcastic tone and kinda disgusted face when she looked at ethan.
and you couldn’t ignore the way you were feeling inside as she did that.
suddenly, you felt a hand on your shoulder. you turned around, and ethan was there, a cup in his hand as he stared between you and rhea, his eyes slowly widening when he realised who was standing infront of him.
“no way," ethan breathed, his voice dropping into that awkward high pitched tone he reserved for people he saw as important, “rhea ripley? standing infront of me?"
you felt a flush of embarrassment creep up your neck, watching as he ignored your existence, his hand sliding off your shoulder so he could reach out to her, suddenly desperate to be seen as cool by rhea.
"i'm such a huge fan," he continued, completely oblivious to the way you were now standing awkwardly to the side, “i mean, your match at mania? insane. i've been following your work since your nxt days."
rhea didn't even blink. she didn't offer a polite smile or lean in to shake his hand. instead, her gaze remained fixed on you, her eyes traveling from your lips down to your throat, then back up to your eyes. she offered ethan the bare minimum, a tight lipped smile and a nod that barely acknowledged his presence.
"thanks.” she muttered, her voice dismissive, not even bothering to pretend she cared about his commentary.
she didn't introduce herself or tried to make small comments, she just stood there, her massive frame looming in a way that made ethan look small and boyish in comparison.
you felt your face heat up from the judgmental intensity in rhea’s gaze. she was watching ethan with a mix of boredom and annoyance that made you want to crawl into the floorboards. you couldn't stand the way he was babbling, nor the way she was dissecting his behavior with that predatory look in her eyes.
"ethan, babe, come on," you interrupted, your voice strained while offering rhea an apologetic look, “sorry, rhea, we’re gonna grab a drink, we'll catch you in a bit."
you didn't wait for her response, your fingers digging into his forearm as you pulled him away until you reached a quiet hallway. the dim light was a relief, though your heart was still thumping against your ribs.
"did you see that? that was rhea ripley!" ethan was practically vibrating, his eyes wide and unfocused. he was definitely feeling the liquor now, and you could tell by his movements since they were slightly loose and his grin a little too wide, “why did you pull me away? we should go talk to her more. maybe we can get a picture, or-“
"ethan, stop," you said, firmer than you intended and put a hand on his chest to steady him, “take a breath. you’re being a bit much, she’s just here to relax, she doesn't really like people fanning over her like that."
he blinked, the excitement dimming into a tipsy confusion. "oh. yeah, i guess. sorry. i just get excited."
he laughed, his hand coming up his neck before gripping your waist. “don’t be mad at me, baby.”
he leaned in, pressing his lips against yours. he was heavy, his weight pinning you back against the wall with a dull thud. his mouth was warm, tasting of gin and lime as he started trailing kisses down your neck, his stubble grazing your skin.
it was nice, but even as your hands rested on his shoulders, your mind kept going back to the kitchen, to the way rhea looked in that cropped shirt and how big her and perrault she looked. you let your head fall back against the wall, trying to find the satisfaction in his touch.
his hands went up the skin of your thigh, the fabric of your dress bunched up under his palm as he moved higher, his fingers pressing against the lace of your panties.
"let's go to the bathroom," he mumbled against your neck, his lips dragging over your skin as he sucked a small mark into your collarbone, “i want you."
you nodded, your head lolling back against the wallpaper. the sensation of his hand was technically pleasant, but as he pulled back to look at you with intoxicated eyes, the void inside you felt wider than ever. he was looking for a reaction and you played the part, letting out a soft sound that satisfied him.
the truth was bitter though, because that need pulsing between your legs wasn't for him. but for another person that had made you reconsider everything you knew just by a small talk in the kitchen.
"okay.” you whispered, the word feeling hollow in your own ears.
he didn't notice the hesitation. he just took your hand, leading you toward the bathroom, his touch heavy and possessive. you followed, the click of your red heels echoing against the wood, your heart racing with a dangerous anticipation. you knew what was waiting in that bathroom, just a temporary escape, but as you walked, you couldn't shake the feeling that the one you were really craving was only a few rooms away, oblivious to the fact that you were starving for her attention.
as soon as you two arrived to the bathroom, ethan didn’t waste any time. he moved with that same clumsy urgency, his hands fumbling with his belt before he pushed you against the cold vanity. he was loud, his grunts and whispers filling the room, but none of it reached you.
it was over as quickly as it had begun. he finished with a groan that sounded more like a sigh of relief than passion, his forehead dropping onto your shoulder. he stayed there for a moment, unaware that you were still standing exactly where you had started, aching and unfulfilled.
he pulled away, adjusting his clothes with a careless, satisfied grin that made your stomach turn.
“that was great, babe," he murmured, completely oblivious to your silence as he leaned in to kiss your cheek, “i’m gonna go grab us some drinks. meet me out there?"
you didn't say anything, just nodded as you watched him stumble out of the room. the door clicked shut behind him and you let out a shaky, frustrated breath, your hands trembling as you reached down to fix your dress. the ache in your lower belly was screaming now, a need that had been ignored for too long.
you stared at your reflection, meeting your own gaze in the mirror. your makeup was slightly smudged, your hair a mess, and the sight of yourself, so desperate and so incredibly alone, shattered whatever composure you had left.
you couldn't do this anymore. not like this. not for him.
you sank down onto the cold, tiled floor, dropping to your knees. it was a surrender to your own body's demands, a final abandonment of the act you’d been playing all night. you didn’t care about the dress, the party, or the fact that someone might knock. the only thing that existed was the heavy, rhythmic ache between your legs that ethan hadn't even come close to soothing.
with a trembling hand, you reached between your thighs. you started to move, slowly at first, your fingers finding the slick heat you had been denied for months. your eyes squeezed shut, your head falling back against the cabinet as you tried to focus on the pressure, on the way your own touch felt significantly better than his ever had.
a needy moan escaped your lips, raw and unfiltered. you were lost in it, your fingers knowing exactly what you needed.
then, the air in the room changed.
you didn't hear a knock, you didn't even hear the lock click.
you only realized you weren't alone when you felt a shadow fall over you. you blinked your eyes open, your breath catching in a jagged, painful gasp, and your gaze traveled up from the tiles to a pair of converse planted firmly in front of you.
you froze, the feeling between your thighs vanished, replaced by a jolt of adrenaline that made your heart stop.
slowly, you lifted your head up totally, rhea was there. she was leaning against the wall, her arms crossed over her chest. she didn't look shocked or disgusted, instead she looked unbothered, her gaze heavy as it went from your flushed face down to your hand, which was still lingering close to your core.
a slow smirk appeared on her lips. she didn't move to leave and she didn't offer an apology for walking in. instead, she shifted her weight, the movement causing the muscles in her arms to ripple under her tattoos.
you scrambled, your heels catching on the tiles as you tried to push yourself up, your face burning with a heat that had nothing to do with arousal and everything to do with pure, mortified shame.
“i-i'm so sorry, rhea, i didn't - i thought the door was locked, i'm so, so sorry.” you stammered, your eyes darting toward the sink, the mirror, the floor, anywhere but those eyes.
you didn't even get to your feet. before you could straighten up, rhea moved. she was fast, her frame crowding your space before you could even register it. one large hand shot out, pinning you back against the bathroom wall.
she didn't let you look away, instead she reached out with her other hand, two fingers hooking under your chin to tilt your face until you were forced to meet her eyes. her thumb grazed your lower lip, her touch gentle compared to the intensity radiating from her.
"do you need some help?" she asked, her voice low, so low that it made the space between your thighs ache with renewed tension.
you couldn't speak, you just stared at her, your chest heaving against her own.
she leaned in closer, her gaze dropping to your mouth.
“i asked you a question, baby.” she murmured, her eyes searching yours, “if you do, you need to speak up.”
you didn't have the words, but you didn't have the will to lie, either. you slowly nodded your head, your hair brushing against the wall.
a satisfied smirk spread across her lips and she didn't waste another second. she closed the distance between you, her mouth crashing onto yours with a hunger that felt like she was keeping herself back for a long time. the kiss was deep and possessive, tasting of beer and absolute intent.
rhea’s fingers tangled into your hair, her grip possessive as she tilted your head back. her lips grazed your pulse point, but then she paused, her breath hitching as she spotted the faint mark ethan had left on your skin just minutes ago.
a dismissive scoff rumbled in her chest, vibrating against your collarbone.
“he really has no idea what he's doing, does he?" she muttered, her voice dripping with disdain.
she didn't wait for an answer, she immediately pressed her lips against your skin, this time with a strength that promised a permanent, deep bruise. she sucked hard, her tongue swirling against you as she claimed the space.
while her mouth worked its way down your neck, her hand slid down your body and legs. she pressed her palm firmly against your core, right over your panties, and groaned at how soaked you were.
"fuck, you’re so wet, you really need this, don’t you?” she whispered against your skin, sending shivers down your spine, “mami is here for you.”
she hooked her fingers into the lace of your underwear and ripped them down. she tossed them somewhere into the bathroom, not even caring where they landed.
then she didn't hesitate, her hand returned to you and her thumb found your clit, rubbing firmly against the swollen bud. you gasped, your knees buckling, but she held you upright, her other hand sliding under your thigh to hike your leg high up onto her hip. the position left you completely exposed to her, forced to feeling the weight of her touch.
"look at me," she commanded, her eyes burning as she watched the way your body reacted to her, “yeah, that's it. tell me how it feels."
your fingers gripped the fabric of her tshirt before anchoring themselves in her black hair. rhea was relentless, still moving her hand in circles sending pleasure straight to your nerves.
"rhea - oh my god, rhea, please, it-it’s so good.” you whimpered, the sound breaking in your throat. it was messy and desperate, a cry you had been trapped in for so long.
her eyes locked onto yours, dark and hungry as she tracked every moan that wrecked your frame. the thought of having you like that, against wall and screaming her name was something she had always dreamt of, something she craved for months since knowing you.
and now it was real, it was infront of her, and she didn’t want to miss any of it. so of course, to make you even louder, she inserted a finger inside you.
at that, you let out a high pitched moan that bordered on a sob, your spine snapping straight before you collapsed back into her hold. you were rambling, just repeating her name like a prayer while your hips bucked against her hand.
the world outside the bathroom was completely erased by the way she was rearranging your insides, showing you exactly what you had been missing.
"you're such a good girl for mam, such a slut," rhea rasped, her mouth still working on your neck and jaw, "you're taking it so well. say it, say you’re good for mami.”
suddenly, she left a last kiss on your neck before taking her hand away. the withdrawal of her touch made you let out a broken, needy sound. you blinked at her, your vision blurred and your lips trembling as you reached out for her.
“please," you sobbed, your voice small and desperate, “mami, please, i’ll be good for you, don't stop. please."
hearing that title caused something inside of her to snap. seeing you so willing to give her that power made her blood run hot.
she didn't say a word as she slid her hands under your thighs with effortless strength, lifting you off the floor.
you gasped, your legs instinctively wrapping around her waist as she hoisted you up, setting you firmly onto the edge of the cold sink.
you were braced against the mirror now, your dress lifted up around your waist as rhea stepped into the space between your thighs, her presence overwhelming. she leaned in, pressing a lingering kiss to your inner thigh, her lips moving slowly toward your core. you felt yourself melt, your head falling back against the wall as your legs trembled, instinctively opening further.
she looked up at you once, a smirk playing on her lips before she ducked her head. you let out a strangled cry, your fingers digging into her shoulders as her tongue finally made contact with your clit.
rhea’s grip on your thighs was strong, her large hands anchoring you in place as she devoured you, her tongue finding that exact spot that had been aching for hours. every time you tried to pull back when it became too much, her hands would squeeze, forcing you to stay put and take everything she was giving you.
the sound of her slurping filled your ears and echoed off the bathroom tiles, adding to the fire in your belly.
"you taste so fucking good, so sweet.” she mumbled against you, her voice was muffled but you heard clearly a possessive growl escaping against your skin.
you were losing the battle with your own restraint. you tried to bite your lip, your hips bucking instinctively against her mouth as you fought to keep your moans back. you didn’t want the whole party to hear, you didn't want ethan to hear.
you couldn’t deny that the thought of that, of him hearing how finally good you felt and of another woman being the reason of it all, wasn’t appealing.
but still, you had some kind of dignity in you that you wanted to keep.
rhea seemed to sense the internal war you were fighting. she paused for a fraction of a second, looking up between your legs, her eyes hooded and daring. her thumbs were digging into your inner thighs, forcing your legs wide open and completely exposed to her.
“no, don't fucking hide it," she commanded, her voice a raspy challenge, “i want to hear you. i want everyone out there to know exactly who you’re with and how much of a slut you are for me. let it go. scream my name.”
she didn't give you time to protest as she dove back in, her tongue flicking with a sudden precision that was too much to contain. your plan shattered instantly. your head whipped back, your fingers clutched into her hair, and you let out a ragged, shattering cry.
"oh god, rhea! i’m about to -" you gasped, your voice echoing as you finally gave in, your words disappearing and your body arching violently as the first wave of your climax tore through you, leaving you completely at her mercy.
rhea didn’t stop and she kept sucking, drowning out the rest of your climax. she caught every twitch, every hip jerk and every whimpered syllable of her name until your vision was nothing but white static. you were shattered, just a trembling mess of nerves and sweat as you finally collapsed.
once the last part of pleasure faded, rhea finally pulled away. she stood up, her frame towering over yours and braced her hands on the sink on either side of your hips, boxing you in.
her chest was heaving just as hard as yours and her eyes, still burning with a predatory hunger, pinned you to the spot. she wasn’t satisfied, she was just getting started and you could see that.
you reached down to pull the hem of your black slip dress back into place. your hands were shaking too hard to get the fabric to cooperate and you felt exposed. rhea watched you struggle for a long moment, then stepped in. she smoothed the silk over your thighs, and she finished by straightening the straps on your shoulders.
you were suddenly hyper aware of everything that just had happened and how she was supposed to be just your friend. your cheeks burned at that and suddenly looking into her eyes was difficult.
your graze went from her blue eyes to your hands that were now interested suddenly in the hem of your dress, playing with it like you always did when nervous.
rhea smirked down at you, completely understand what was going on inside you. for her, this was bound to happen. there was no way in the world that you two wouldn’t end up in that situation. she had always known.
for a heartbeat you smiled back, but then the reality of the situation came back to you. you froze, your smile dropping, and you darted a panicked look towards the bathroom door.
rhea’s expression darkened instantly. she saw the shift, the way the guilt and the anxiety instantly got the best of you and and she scoffed, her eyes rolling back with disdain.
“don't," she snapped and took your face in her hand to make you look toward her instead, “wipe that look off your face. don't you dare start thinking about him."
"i can't help it," you whispered, your voice cracking, “i feel so guilty, h-he’s outside and i just… i liked it. i liked knowing it.“
rhea sighed heavily at your words and took a step back, her hands moving in the air as she looked at you in disbelief.
“you feel guilty? for what? for finding someone who actually knows how to treat you?" she laughed, a dry, humorless sound, “that loser couldn't even fuck you properly, could he? that’s why you were in here while he was out there bragging to his idiot friends about how he had fucked you."
you felt the blood drain from your face, leaving you cold. "what? he… he did what? he told them?"
rhea’s eyes narrowed, a flash of genuine fury crossing her face, "the second he walked out of this bathroom, he went straight to kitchen and i heard every word. he was telling them how he just had fucked you in here and talking about you like a fucking trophy. i couldn't let it slide. i walked over and i slapped him so hard it turned his head. left him standing there stuttering like the bitch he is."
your jaw went slack, shock washing over you. "you... you slapped him? rhea, why?"
she walked closer to you again, leaning in, her scent overwhelming your senses. "because he’s a fucking asshole and doesn’t deserve you. stop feeling guilty for someone who treats you like like that. you’re done with him and he’s lucky i didn't do a lot worse than just a slap."
the silence in the bathroom was loud as you stared back at rhea, your mind consumed by the revelation. the betrayal stung, but the relief that it was finally out in the open was better. a single tear escaped down your cheek before dropping onto your shoulder.
rhea reached up, her thumb brushing the tear away with a tenderness that caught you off guard and she let out an hevay sigh as she pulled you into her, her arms wrapping around you.
you didn't hesitate, your fingers clutching the back of her shirt as you pressed your face into the crook of her neck. the small sobs you had been holding back finally broke loose. she held you, her hand stroking your back gently.
"stop crying," she murmured, her voice now calmer, "he isn't worth a single tear, you know it.”
she pulled back just enough to look you in the eyes before she moved closer, her lips brushing against your mouth before she pressed a small kiss on it.
"i have wanted you for a long time," she whispered, her kisses now going down your neck again, "i don’t want you to be with someone who doesn't even know how to touch you properly. do you want me too?”
her voice was soft as silk as he looked into your eyes, cupping your chin as her thumb carefully caressed your jaw. you were lost in that colour that was so alive and shining as she looked like she was internally praying that you said yes.
and that’s exactly what you did, because how in the world could you say no to her?
you nodded frantically, a smile appearing on your face and a small and shy giggle escaping you. “y-yes. of course i want you.”
she grinned widely at that before tilting your head to the side, her lips finding your ear, licking it slowly, “good. i’m going to take care of you. and when we get out of here, i’m going to fuck you until you can’t even remember his name, do you understand me?"
the words hung in the air, heavy and intoxicating, a promise that sent that feeling of need straight to your core all over again. the shame that had been burning in your gut only moments ago was being replaced by a consuming desire that was entirely for her.
you looked up at her, your eyes, still rimmed with the trace of tears, were now wide and dark with a desperate hunger. you didn't need to say a word, the way you leaned into her touch were all the answer she needed.
rhea saw the surrender in your eyes, the total admission of desire that you had been hiding from everyone, yourself included.
she didn't give you another second to doubt. she pulled you flush against her, her hands sliding down to grip your hips, pulling you into her solid, muscular frame until there wasn't a breath of space left between you.
she crashed her mouth onto yours again, harder and deeper than before, and this time you didn't look at the door, you didn't think about the party, or ethan, or the guilt. you just wrapped your arms around her neck, pulled her closer, and let her take everything she wanted.
finally realising that she was everything you had ever wanted for a long time.
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