#aot miche

[addiej01]

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[starryackrmn]

❥ sending them a special picture. [aot veterans]

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edit: i changed levi's part since i accidentally posted the same thing w/him twice lmao sorry about that !

setting: you send your significant other a nood — in public and completely unprompted ofc!

warning: this contains NSFW content which is implied through the texts; playful yet also very much suggestive flirting mixed in here too!

a/n: i've always LOVED reading smaus so i thought of making one myself ! this is partly ib by @angelicarlert (check out their/her/his post regarding jjk men, it's so good-) but mostly my own crackhead self put in here, so i hope you enjoy </3

Erwin:

Hange:

Levi Fucking Ackerman: (husband right here)

Miche: (show this man some more love 🫶)

lmk what y'all thought :3 my first time doing smth like this & is very fun tbh. for sure gonna make more smaus in the future since they're a pleasant way to get my creative juices flowing when i'm not busy writing my fics/oneshots. see y'all next time!

also, little side note but i've literally never used gradient colored font before (this took me an hours to make with help from a tutorial) but man it's such a game changer! be ready for more colorful titles like this one from now on 🍓🩵

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➜ taglist: @bumblebeeonthistle @tea-rae @levislolita @levis-lil-lady @levi-sforbiddenfruit @levisfavouritedoctor @cetofilocuvieriano @stormyphoenix @areyou-anangel @levishart @levisqueenie @png-02 @sayrahsunshine @4ckrmn @ieattitansforbreakfeast @acmeangel @anakinky @snazzyspider @freakhito @humanitys-strongest-bamf @hangeindisguise @janamazai @angelicarlert

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[tokyojuul25]

Miche Zacharius 🌝

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lowkey underrated character, he’s also fine asf so maybe i’m a little biased..

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[aestheticallyuncanny]

Pleasing Him

Miche x Fem Reader, NSFW 🔞

This smut contains: Gentle!Dom Miche, fingering, dirty talk, oral (female receiving), face riding/nose grinding, P in V, multiple positions, use of Rank in bed, mention of aftercare.

((Enjoy, you sinners 😈. It's kind of a long read, so be prepared lol)) . . .

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He was always so damn intimidating. Even standing in front of him right now. Watching his eyes look you over, as if he was assessing you..it made your stomach churn.

You could barely hear him inhale through his nose. Savoring your nerves. Your anticipation. Wearing a nightgown that covered your arms and legs did nothing to actually shield you.

Miche sat there with his legs spread, still in his uniform, with his gaze locked onto your form. Every curve, every line was making his mouth water. You wouldn't know how starved he was for you with how stoic he was. His brows furrowed, and the subtle clench of his jaw gave nothing away.

He nodded his head at you, that raspy baritone of his pulling you from your self-consciousness.

"You're nervous. Breathe for me."

He commanded, watching you take a steady, shaking breath. Then another. Your pounding heart wasn't helping.

Miche leaned back in his seat, brushing his ash blonde hair out of his eyes. He beckoned you closer with a slight motion, a grunt leaving his throat. Every step towards him made your legs feel so weak. Standing before him, you went to crawl into his lap. The Section Commander placed a firm hand onto your hip, guiding you to turn your back to him.

"Bring your ass against me, and don't be so stiff. I got you."

His own breathing had deepened, his words laced with greed as he looked you in the eye. Your obedience, the shape of your waist, and the flesh of your ass made him throb in his uniform pants. It was borderline painful, but he was a man of restraint. The weight of his heavy, calloused palms anchored you in his lap, as the fabric of the silk covering your hips was pushed up towards your waist. His fingers moved with surprising grace, lifting just under the skin of your thighs to hook your legs over his own. You were spread, your back against the rumbling of his chest, and your head lying back against the space of his shoulder. His stubble was already grazing your skin as he pressed his tongue against your pulse line, tasting your skin and those pheromones that were driving him into quiet madness.

"There we go..right where I want you."

Miche wanted nothing more than to break you, but he knew he had to be tender with his size difference. However, that didn't stop him from steadily, aggressively rocking his hard-on against the pit of your cunt. His heavy hands reached under your thighs, lifting them just enough to leave you helpless. Everything felt hot, from your cheeks to your breath, until his fingers finally reached into your panties.

Thick and weighted, he smeared your arousal up and down your pussy lips, a heavy, rumbling growl vibrating in his chest. Your soft, shaking moans only growing louder as he spread the mess over your clit, rubbing the bundle of nerves so tenderly.

"So fucking soaked for me. That's right baby, let me make you forget everything."

He spoke with a rasp in your ear, slowly plunging his fingers into you. The sound alone was obscene, but he seemed to revel in it. Miche wanted more. He wanted you to stain his hand with your cum. That way, he could smell you whenever he pleased. Wanted you absolutely embedded into his skin.

Your repeated words of "please" and "Section Commander" only made him smile. The drag of his large fingers pulling out and pushing deeper, rubbing up against that spongy place near the top, his thumb still circling your clit, it was no wonder your first orgasm dripped down onto his floor. Staining the crotch of his pants. His lips latched onto your neck as you writhed, suckling and kissing the skin as your thighs trembled.

"You want the bed, gorgeous?"

You nodded weakly, voice lost from how he'd already made you scream. After he licked his fingers clean, his eyes rolling back at the taste, Miche maneuvered your body in his arms. Carrying you bridal style to his significantly larger bed, his heavy footsteps acting as a tolling bell to a pleasurable demise.

The second you were sat down, he tugged the nightgown over your head, tossing it aside. He began to work on his uniform, his eyes pinning you to the center.

"Spread your legs. Keep playing with yourself. I want my meal ready before I start eating."

You nodded, immediately moving to slide your panties down your legs. You kept your eyes on Miche as your fingers replaced his own, making you writhe and whimper at how sensitive the mound was. Meanwhile, his eyes shamelessly locked onto the sight, his burly form revealed as he tossed away his jacket, boots, and shirt. At least he didn't have to deal with that stupid harness, his belt coming off easily.

"Such a good girl. Fuck, your pheremones are so strong."

He sniffed the air, that cocky smirk returning to his chiseled features. Instructing you to lie back, he got on his knees, kissing your inner thighs and watching you lick your essence from your fingers. His stubble rubbed against the sensitive skin, before his tongue licked flat up your cunt.

"Grind on my nose. That's what it's there for."

He encouraged, before spreading your pussy lips and thrusting his tongue into your aching hole. His hands kept you flush against his face, pulling down on your hip and pressing your thigh back. Miche absolutely devoured you, lapping you up, suckling, and slurping as if you were all he craved. His jaw strained, but he didn't care, his eyes rolling back as he worshipped you.

Watching you scream, arch your back, seeing your flesh jiggle, God it made him so painfully hard. He was throbbing and pulsing. He couldn't take it.

"Fuck this. Sit on my face. All the way down."

He said it like a command, but it came out nearly begging. He looked absolutely feral, his lips parted and panting as he licked them, helping you line your pussy up with his mouth. He smirked as he watched you hesitate, slapping your ass and grabbing the fat.

"Hey, don't worry about me. Don't give a fuck about me, I want you to cum on my mouth."

He grinned wolfishly, closing his eyes in pure bliss as you finally sat down. Grabbing the headboard, you allowed his hands to guide you. Slapping you down onto his tongue, grinding against the thick, hard ridge of his nose, you were so close to cumming again. Miche felt drunk off of you. Looking up the expanse of your belly, watching your tits bounce and jiggle as you abused his tongue, it was the most perfect sight to him. Especially when you arched your back, giving him more to swallow once your went taut.

"C-Commander, f-uck, ah-!"

He'd never felt more full. Helping you lift off of him, watching you tumble onto the bed with your breaths coming out in heavy pants, he licked his lips, your scent lingering on his mustache and making him impatient. He pulled you into a deep, dominating kiss, parting your lips so you could taste yourself. Inhale the very scent that drove him to madness.

"I'm so fucking hard. You can give me one more, yeah? Wanna be balls deep inside of you."

He rasped out, watching you nod and smile in a daze. He loomed over you, pulling you against him and nipping at the skin of your neck. The taste of your sweat-slicked skin absolutely addicting. You could feel the weight of his cock against you, the underside sliding against your slick. He was heavy. Thick. Throbbing and begging for release.

"Keep your eyes on me. I wanna see your face when I stretch you out."

"Miche, please, please go slow."

You whined, and he nodded. Slowly, teasingly nudging the tip inside of you. The heat of him, the sensation of the stretch, it would have been so painful if he hadn't prepped you like a mad man. He let go of a guttural moan, his eyes rolling back at the salvation he found within you. Rocking his hips to get deeper and deeper, he turned his attention to the "O" shape of your mouth, and the flushed skin on your face and chest.

"Fuck, it's so good, baby..such a fucking mess for me. I'm sliding right in."

It felt so filling. You were pinned. Your thighs rested on his as his size kept you spread open. You could feel the beat and throb of his cock, your cunt clenching around him. Once he was fully sheathed, you could see the restraint in his face. His hand dug into the pillow beside your head, his other one holding your waist to keep you arched. He wanted to cum right there, but he knew that wouldn't be fair. He wanted to stuff you properly, so he held himself back. And yet, he was giving shallow thrusts to ease you.

"Shit, hun, please..please let me fuck you so good. God, I wanna fucking destroy you right now, it's so tight."

"Take me. Take me, Miche."

You reached a hand up, cupping his cheek as an act of reassurance. You swore you saw the devil in him once those words left your lips. He kissed your palm, moving to sit on his knees as his hands moved to cup your ass and hips. With a low growl, he lifted your lower half, pounding with no mercy. Every beat of his cock slamming inside of you made the bed shake. Skin slapped against skin, and you knew you'd have bruises in the morning.

"That's it, that's my good girl. Taking my cock like such a greedy slut. She missed me, huh? This pussy missed my fat cock? Tell me. Fucking tell me!"

He degraded you so well. Your moans and screams were relentless as you swore you saw stars. He was beating up against your cervix, the head hitting that delicious spot inside of you over and over.

"Yes-!! My pussy missed you, it missed you so much, Miche, fuck-!!"

He headboard was slamming against the wall now. Even as he loomed over you, pressing your knees back towards your chest. He was grunting and moaning shamelessly in your ear, folding you into a mating press as his balls slapped against your skin repeatedly.

"Take it, milk me dry, baby. You're gonna take every fucking drop I give you."

He growled, going harder and harder, not caring about the pain building up in his hips. He wanted to see this through, wanted to finish making a mess of you. Your nails dug into the back of his neck, leaving red scratch marks as you felt him bully his dick inside of you.

"Cum in me, cum in me, please!"

He was so weak for your whines. He rutted and screamed out as his cum shot deep and hot inside of your womb. Miche couldn't stop himself even if he wanted to, gritting his teeth as he pumped you full. Your own orgasm followed, clenching and keeping him inside.

"Fuck, Miche, milk it in me,"

"I know gorgeous, I got you."

He whispered, trembling as he released your legs. His hands massaged them so tenderly, his body gently lifting so he could pull out without hurting you. Looking down, he saw the mess he'd made of you, smiling with exhausted satisfaction.

"You hurting, beautiful?"

He asked, concerned as he rubbed your lower belly. Once you shook your head "no", he lied down, bringing you to rest on top of him.

Heavy breathing left you both. Cupping your cheek, he placed a kiss on your forehead, smiling against the skin.

"You did so good. My beautiful girl, I'll take good care of you. Anything you want."

You thought for a moment, smiling as you rested your chin on the back of your hand, turning to look up at his face.

"A bath..then, maybe some food."

A hearty chuckle escaped him. He nodded, lying his head back, rubbing your back and hips with gentle care.

"Yes ma'am. Just let me hold you for now."

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[yk-4]

SERIAL SOCK LOSER w. LEVI ACKERMAN

ⓘ part of my roommate.ᐟlevi au. sfw. # CW. none. modern au. college au. WC. 1.3k # JEAN. thank you for all the love and support for this series! i have a lot of travel planned for december, but i'll do my best to keep the updates coming (｡ゝᴗ•)

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levi woke up to the usual morning light filtering through the blinds. he stepped out of his bedroom, expecting... well, fuck his life. his eyes immediately landed on the sea of boxes sprawled across the apartment floor. a vein throbbed in his forehead.

every surface seemed to be claimed by your boxes—labeled with cryptic phrases like 'things that vibrate (don't ask)', 'my existential crisis (seriously, do not open)', 'scraps (mostly yarn)', and simply, ominously, 'stuff'—leaving little room for anything else.

levi sighed, pushing his glasses up the bridge of his nose. a week. he'd given it a week. he supposed he could suffer in silence for a few more days, but he wasn't making any promises. he just hope, for the sake of his sanity, that this 'settling in' phase wouldn't last much longer.

he tiptoed his way to the kitchen, one wrong step and he’d be tripping over a stack of your sketchbooks. “who the hell needs this much crap?” he muttered, glaring at the boxes as if they were personally responsible for his suffering—which, in some way, they were.

levi's usual routine had become a daily test of his goddamn sanity. he yanked the fridge open—your magnets, postcards, and 'lucky' stickers practically wallpapered every inch of it—and grabbed his milk.

then there was his teapot, playing hide-and-seek amongst your paintbrush jars. “fucking hell,” he grumbled, shoving the clutter aside with a scowl. he was going to find glitter in his tea for weeks, he just knew it.

he finally managed to pour his tea, only to realize there was barely any room to sit down without knocking something over. he perched on the edge of a chair, balancing his cup like it was a bomb.

as he took a sip, a stray roll of canvas caught on his foot, startling him. “goddammit!” he hissed, watching precious drops of his tea stain his flannel pajamas.

he needed a drink. a stronger one. and possibly a new roommate.

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a shaft of late afternoon sunlight sliced through the kitchen, illuminating the box you were rifling through. old photographs, forgotten trinkets, and half-finished craft projects lay scattered around you. you were lost in nostalgia, humming softly to yourself, completely oblivious to levi's simmering rage.

levi crossed his arms, leaning against the kitchen counter as he watched you move with bright and carefree energy. he cleared his throat, making you look at him. “you know, this place isn’t a storage unit,” he said, his voice edged with frustration.

you looked up, grinning widely. “oh, don't you worry your pretty head about it, levi! besides, it makes the place feel alive." you shrugged playfully.

he frowned, "i think you're confusing the word 'alive' with 'unsanitary'," levi said, uncrossing his arms. "and my 'pretty head' is the least of my concerns. what concerns me is the rapidly declining state of hygiene in this apartment."

you bristled. "hey, i'm not unhygienic!"

"then explain the mold growing on that yogurt in the fridge."

you winced. okay, he had a point. "fine," you said, crossing your arms. "what, you want me to get rid of everything? because that's not happening."

"that won't be necessary," he said, his voice softening slightly. "just... clean up this mess. and try to be a little more mindful of the space we're sharing."

"right, mindful," you repeated, snapping your fingers. "got it! anything else, captain?"

levi pushed off the counter. “if you keep this up, i'll start charging rent for all the space your crap’s taking."

you burst out laughing, grabbing a trash bag. “you're killing me! but don’t worry. i'll try to be better about it, i promise."

he deadpanned. “good. because i’m not moving out anytime soon.”

you winked. “glad to hear it.”

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it had been three weeks into the first semester, but the university cafeteria was its usual self: clattering trays, loud conversations, and that weirdly familiar smell of cafeteria meat buns. levi navigated the chaos, snagging some meat buns and his usual black coffee. he joined erwin, miche, moblit, and hange at their usual table near the window, already bracing himself for whatever insanity hange had cooked up that day.

erwin offered him a polite nod. "levi. how's your research paper coming?"

levi grunted, taking a cautious sip of his coffee. "just the usual. group project partners who haven't read the assigned material, professors who think sleep is optional, the university generally conspiring to irritate me."

miche was sniffing his food, as always, looking super serious about it. moblit, hange's long-suffering partner, looked like he hadn't slept in days.

hange, however, was practically vibrating with energy. "speaking of irritation, levi, how's the roommate situation going?"

levi's jaw tightened. "a disaster."

erwin chuckled. "surely, it's not that bad, levi."

levi's expression darkened.

erwin cleared his throat. "okay, maybe it's a little bad, huh?"

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the past three weeks had been a slow descent into levi's madness.

every day, levi would open the fridge with anticipation, bracing himself for the worst. he needed a cup of tea, and the milk was usually the least offensive thing in there. he cautiously moved aside a container of what appeared to be a jar of pickles that were suspiciously glowing green and that's when he saw it. a tupperware container labeled "experimental art project."

curiosity, or perhaps a morbid sense of self-preservation, got the better of him. he lifted the lid, and a wave of pungent, unidentifiable odor wafted into his face. inside, a murky green liquid swirled around chunks of god knows what.

levi slammed the lid back on, his face contorted in disgust. "what the fuck is that?" he demanded, ripping you from your concentration as you finished a sketch that was due tomorrow.

"oh, that?" you said, looking up. "it's my compost experiment. i'm trying to create a new color for my paintings."

"you're creating a biohazard," levi corrected, grabbing the milk and slamming the fridge door shut. "and you're doing it in my fridge."

"sorry! on it!"

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levi had learned to accept that your art supplies were going to be everywhere. he just tried to avoid them. but then came the day when he walked into the apartment to find paint splattered across the ceiling.

"what the hell happened?" he asked, his voice laced with exasperation.

"It's called 'splatter art!'" you said, beaming.

levi stared at the paint-covered ceiling, his eye twitching. "well, that's just fantastic."

...

then there was one of his favorite days, a day he looked forward to all week—laundry day. utterly ruined. levi stood in the laundry room, holding the faintly pink pile of what used to be his whites. a vein throbbed in his forehead.

he turned to you, who nervously smiled at him. he took a deep breath, his eyes narrowing. "you have five seconds," he said, eyeing the lone red sock sitting innocently on the washing machine. "to 'unfuck' this situation."

"i'm sorry!" you started. "i was in a hurry! i swear, i didn't see it slip out of my hamper!"

levi sighed, pinching the bridge of his nose. "well, now you see it."

"i can fix it!" you said, your eyes widening. "i'll just… bleach everything!"

levi just stared at you, speechless. it's only been three weeks, and he was pretty sure he'd aged ten years.

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hange, of course, was delighted. "oh, i've got to see your apartment! maybe we can collaborate on an experiment!"

"absolutely not," levi said, his voice flat. "you're not setting foot in my apartment. it's a biohazard zone."

"but levi—" hange started to protest.

"no," levi interrupted, his gaze steely. "the only thing entering my apartment is a professional cleaning crew."

erwin, who had been watching the exchange with amusement, finally intervened. "alright, hange, leave levi alone." he turned to levi, a knowing glint in his eyes. "perhaps a bit of a mess is good for you, levi. keeps you on your toes."

levi just glared at him. "i'd prefer to keep my toes intact." he took another sip of his coffee, trying to wash away the image of his pink wardrobe. he had a feeling this was just the beginning of his long suffering.

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[hvena]

CON PREP 19

MICHE ZACHARIUS

They did him so dirty in the show so I did him so good by reviving him

Hope you enjoy <3

[m-jelly]

Hiii! I love your fics! When you get a chance could you write something nice and sweet for Mike where he is always really flirty with the reader but they think thats just how he is to everyone. Until he gets into a fight while drunk 'cuz some guy was creeping on the reader. And while reader is helping him clean and bandage his wounds while scolding him he's just kind of there desperate and yearning. Idk tbh, a love confession or smth maybe?

If you end up writing it thank youu and if not thats okay too!❤️❤️

All the luck with whatever you do write!

~🍓

There were signs

Mike x fem reader

Modern AU, fluff, romance, confessions, becoming a couple, drinking.

"Sorry," you said sternly. "I am not interested in you."

The man cornered you in the bar. "Come on, sugar tits. Just come home with me."

You shoved him back. "No, thank you."

"You're so cute."

"Thanks, but I don't want to talk anymore."

He slapped you on the ass as you walked away. "So hot."

You hurried away from him. "Fucking creep."

You sat with your friends and continued drinking, but after a while, a commotion drew your attention. You looked over to see that Mike was confronting the man who was creeping on you. The man mocked Mike, but Mike was overpowering and stronger. The two shouted at each other before storming outside.

You chased the two of them and saw that they were getting physical. The man hit Mike once, a single cheap shot, before Mike retaliated to the point that it became worrying. You raced over and grabbed Mike's arm, you dragged him away and commanded him to stop. He stumbled away and followed you as you took him home.

Mike looked down at you; you were so short compared to his towering height. He smiled and wrapped his arm around you. "Are you mad?"

You huffled as he leaned his weight onto you. "We'll talk when we get back to your place."

He laughed. "My place, huh? Look at you, taking me back to mine to have me all alone."

You yanked him a bit. "Stop with the teasing and flirting."

"You're the one flirting and getting me all to yourself."

You stopped in the lift of his apartment and leaned him against the wall. "You should stop with the flirting, you know."

"Why?" He smirked.

"Someone might take it the wrong way."

He pushed away from the wall and walked towards you, making you back up. "That so?"

You backed against the wall and bumped into it. "Y-yes."

He rested his arm against the wall above your head and leaned closer. "Maybe I am flirting for a reason."

You grabbed his nose and wiggled. "Please. You act this way with everyone." You shoved your hand in his pocket and got his key. "Come on."

Mike smirked as you dragged him along by his hand. "Sure."

When you got inside, you made sure he changed his clothes before getting out the medkit. You cleaned his wounds on his hands first before patching him up; his eyes locked onto you the whole time. As you worked, you felt this frustration building up inside you.

You huffed a bit. "You know, you really are an idiot."

He gazed at you with a sparkle in his eyes. "That so?"

"Why the hell did you get into a fight? Are you that drunk!?"

He hummed. "I'm not that drunk. I'm still in control. Call it tipsy."

You dabbed the cut on his lip. "Call it what you want, you're still an idiot." You pulled back and looked at the wound. "I mean, why the hell did you fight him?"

"'Cause he was a piece of shit."

You stared at him. "That mean I can fight you?"

He chuckled as he took your hand and played with it. "Mm, that would be rather fun."

"You can't just fight everyone who is a piece of shit."

"I know, but this was different."

You raised a brow. "Enlighten me, oh wise and powerful Mike."

He locked eyes with you. "Because he was a creep with you. He was touching you, being pushy with you. I didn't like it."

You pinched his cheek. "You defending my honour, huh?"

He slipped his arms around. "Yes. I was protecting the woman I care for the most."

Your cheeks heated up. "There you go again with the silly flirting."

He sighed. "You still don't get it, do you? Do you not see yourself in a good light?"

"I don't see myself in the best light."

"I only flirt with you."

"Sure."

He tugged you closer and gripped your behind. "I mean it. I only flirt with you."

You frowned a moment. "Why?"

"Why would a person flirt with another person?"

You gulped hard as it clicked. "Because they like them."

He smiled as he leaned up. "Now you get it." He tilted his head and kissed you, taking you by surprise. "Took you long enough."

You covered his mouth with your hands as your heart raced. "You! But! And!" You grabbed his face and wiggled. "Stupid handsome face! I mean, how can you like me?"

"I do."

"But I'm me."

He purred. "And you're incredible."

You gripped his shoulders and sighed. "You really want me?"

"Yes."

You nibbled your lip in thought. "I really am slow, aren't I?"

You spoke against your lips. "No, you're not. I should have been clear from the start." He kissed you over and over as he held you close. "Mm, this is a dream come true."

"So?"

He nuzzled his nose against yours. "Be mine."

You kissed him and smiled. "Yes."

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