#𓆩ꨄ︎𓆪 Anya loves Anakin
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Babysitting — Anakin Skywalker.
— Pairing: SingleDad!Anakin x Babysitter!Reader.
— Summary: You stay at his house while he's at a boring fundraising event of the company he works for, so, you do what you love to do when he's not home... Lock yourself in his room, inside your fantasies, pretending he's yours. You lay down on his bed, imagining his touch, his voice, it feels so... real. But, it's just an illusion... right?
— CW: 18+, smut! minors DNI. ModernAU!Setting, Anakin and Reader are clearly delusional and obsessed with each other <3. Light stalking (maybe?), masturbation (f n' m), a bit of voyeurism (?), Fingering, PiV sex, unhealthy shit. | word count: 2.5k | not proofread!
— a/n: My first post here, yay! I'm so excited and so nervous. Hope you like it! Happy May 4th! 𓆩ꨄ︎𓆪
“Sorry for calling you on such short notice” Anakin apologizes, frowning. Leia is on his hip, fighting the sleep without any hints of success. Her chocolate eyes blink slowly, looking at you, her favorite playtime partner. “Luke is already sleeping upstairs, but this one is giving me trouble”
“Don’t worry, Mr. Skywalker” You replied with a smile, fetching the little girl from his arms and placing her on your chest. Leia places her chin on your shoulder, quickly falling asleep. “Have fun at your fundraiser!”
“If you need anything, call me,” He says, oddly serious. You don’t mind, though there’s something about his permanent anxious blue eyes that makes your heart race. “And don’t call me that, I’m not that old” He sighs and walks closer to kiss Leia’s forehead.
You wished he kissed your forehead too.
Being the babysitter of a 26-year-old, single, and widowed Dad wasn’t exactly everyone’s dream job… It wasn’t yours either, at the beginning that is; When you first read the job offer online you thought it was a joke, it seemed too good to be true, but still, you had nothing to lose— And to your amazement, a tired voice answered your call and the instant you heard the thunderous cry of a child, you knew it was very, very real.
It wasn’t just babysitting Leia and Luke, but you ended up babysitting Anakin as well. Helping him fix his tie, packing him any leftovers (He didn’t care it was the dino nuggets Luke begged and cried for), and even helping him with some house cleaning on those days when he had to stay extra hours at the office. You instantly clicked with his kids, Luke was definitely a bit more hesitant to come out of his shell, shyly hiding behind his sister’s white pajamas, but Leia liked you from your very first day, her feisty and energetic attitude quite surprising for a four-year-old.
Tonight, it was no different. You were in your bed, reading some random book from the local library when your phone rang, and Anakin hurriedly explained to you how he forgot he had a fundraising event that evening and if you could watch the kids. You agreed without hesitation, and even a bit more excited than you would’ve wanted to, but he was too busy chasing Luke to dress him up to notice your odd enthusiasm.
You walk upstairs, listening to his car engine driving away. Carefully placing Leia on his little bed, you gave Luke a quick look, making sure he was asleep. Turning on their nightlight, you leave the door open, in case one of them wakes up.
It was the second time you spend the night at Anakin’s home, the first time being last month, when he was out of town for a weekend, and just like you did the last time, you walk to his bedroom, slowly, feeling yourself, imagining that this was your house.
And that he was your husband.
Inside his closet, the scent of his body wash, his expensive cologne, and just him drowns you. You grab one of his sweaters, your favorite one, that black turtleneck that’s tight in the right places. Bringing it up to your face you smell it, he must have worn it this morning because the perfume was intense and it made your head twirl with excitement.
You take off your shirt, putting his sweater on. The material it’s so soft, and the warm sensation brings you to another level of ecstasy, wondering if this is how it feels to have his muscular, tanned arms around you.
Laying down on his bed, you bury your face in his pillow, your eyes rolling to the back of your skull with utter obsession. Everything about him allures you to a point that it is maddening. You know everything you need to know about him; His wife died three years ago and he hasn’t been on a single date since, between the kids, his work, and the mourning it has been impossible. You know he has a major sweet tooth, and you love to see his little smirk every time you bake cookies, especially for him. You know he hates his mechanical arm but somehow it fascinates you. You know he is a workaholic, always trying to keep his mind busy and to keep himself in line. You know about his… issues, you had seen his bottles of Celexa, Sertraline, and Lorazepam. You know his favorite food, his favorite movie, who he tolerates at work and those he hates the most.
But you wish to know everything about him. Every single little detail.
Still with his sweater drowning your body, you walk downstairs, microwaving the pizza he bought that night probably under Leia’s command. Eating the couch, you turn on the TV, watching a random show without really paying attention to it, your mind still drifting away to the thought of owning this place. Of owning him.
Waiting for him like a little, pretty housewife. Dinner ready, wearing a cute pink apron, the kids running around the living room, greeting him with a kiss…
Oh, such wonderful fantasies.
Cleaning the kitchen, you return to the living room to pick up the twins’ toys, making sure everything looks good and homely. You can already picture it, sitting next to him on the weekends, laying on his chest while ranting about work just like he always does to you… but this time he cups your cheeks to kiss you, to enjoy his days off by your side.
Time flies, and you know it because the clock is almost one-hour past midnight. You start to wonder where he is, did he really go to that boring event?
He looked too worried about it, plus, why would Anakin lie to you? It’s not like he had something else to do, right?
Your mind races without noticing it, what if he’s out with someone else, and he just wanted to keep it a secret? The sting of jealousy settles in your stomach almost comfortably. He wouldn’t, he couldn’t. He is yours as much as you are his. Even if Anakin doesn’t fully know it yet. You’ve seen the way he smiles at you, how he thanks you for helping him so, so, so much, you see how happy he looks when the twins squeal with excitement at your presence, how quickly he raised your pay, even if you refused.
“I insist,” He said, with those ocean eyes. And who were you to deny him anything?
Anakin was the man of your dreams. At some point, you start to wonder if destiny is what brought you two together, maybe an unknown force that bonds souls into a beautiful embrace.
Back in his room, the smell of his dark duvet dissolved any trace of doubt and jealousy. He was yours, he truly was. Your hands slid under your sweater, touching your body. You feel on fire. Your skin is melting, imagining it’s his touch. Would his prosthetic hand feel cold against your nipples just like it feels every time he places a hand on your shoulder to thank you? Would his breath feel warm against your abdomen just like it feels when he leans closer to whisper about how funny Luke looks wearing his shoes?
The moan that escapes your lips isn’t loud, you are partially conscious of not waking the kids, though you can’t help it. Sliding down your jeans you slid a hand inside your panties, rubbing your clit in slow circles imagining his calloused, strong hands fingering you. Just using you. Using two fingers you curl them towards that spongey spot that makes you yelp and bite your lip in pleasure. The soft, wet sounds of your pussy fill the room as you pant, one hand yanking the pillow towards your face and inhaling it so deeply you groan against it.
The delicious fantasy of his cock sliding in and out of you spirals you to heaven or hell. You want— need him to kiss you, bite you, even spit on you, anything.
Not even the faint sound of footsteps on the stairs rug brings you back to reality.
Anakin sighs, dragging his coat over the wooden floor, he feels so tired and all he wants is to take a hot shower and sleep. Not even the three drinks he had at the event were enough to dull his headache. He checks the kids’ room, smirking when he sees Luke hugging his favorite dinosaur plushie and Leia sprawled all over her unicorn blanket.
He assumes you are sleeping in the guest room, that is until a tiny, barely discernible sound confuses him. Slowly approaching his bedroom, the tiny door gap makes him gasp silently.
There you are, beautifully spread out in his bed, wearing his sweater, and from what he hears, moaning his name.
How long has it been since someone moaned his name with such desire and passion?
Hesitant, he palms himself over his black trousers, his cock rapidly pumping and pulsing. He sees how your fingers curl, glistening with your arousal, and he wants to lick them clean. It is not the first time he has found himself thinking about you in a way he shouldn’t.
He has been in the same position as you, but without the public, of course. Anakin feels ashamed of himself, for spying on you like this. A wave of embarrassment coats him every time he cums by his own hand, fantasizing about your pretty lips around his dick, how soft your skin must feel, how much he needs your weight on top of him, under him. He can’t help but let his eyes wander every time you bend over to clean the kids’ toys, your skirts leaving little to the imagination. How you place a hand on his arm and thank him for such a wonderful job. How he sees you packing up his lunch and helping Luke with his uniform, braiding Leia’s hair.
Anakin knows you would be a wonderful housewife, always attentive, always gentle. It doesn’t help that the twins absolutely adore you, constantly begging for your attention and talking wonders about you. Wonders he already knows.
Unbuckling his belt, Anakin sighs relieved when he wraps a hand around his hard, thick cock. He fists his hand at the same pace you ride your fingers, your pretty face contorted with pleasure.
Anakin wonders what you are imagining, that makes you so deliciously wet. Are you thinking about him? He hopes you do. He begs heavens you are. No one else had permission to roam around your head. Anakin felt possessive over you, not even understanding why. He was scared of his own emotions from time to time, always so intense, so fierce, so unexpected, and uncontrollable. No one could ever match that energy, when his wife was alive, he had to take prescribed meds in order to keep his emotions in line, and even then it was difficult.
People told him it was an obsession, but they were wrong. It was love, in its purest form.
You moan his name again, this time a little bit louder. Anakin twitches at the angelical sound of it. You are absolutely breathtaking. He can’t control himself any longer. The urge to know how tight and wet you feel around him is eating him up alive.
The door swings open and you choke back in surprise and shock. Your hand flees away from between your legs and your adorable eyes widen in sudden fear. Anakin thrills on it. Your eyes glance at his exposed member, rock-hard and leaking. You gulp, nervous.
“I—I’m sorry Mr. Skywalker I—” You stutter, mortified. You want to cry. Everything is about to crumble, right?
“You have no idea what you do to me” He breathes, almost pained. Speechless, you see how he walks closer, wasting no time to lay on top of you. “Fuck, you are so pretty with my sweater” He whines against your neck, inhaling your scent and his combined.
“Mr. Skywalker…” You whisper, wrapping your arms around him, quickly losing every concert and quickly falling back into the abyss of lust.
“Anakin, call me Anakin” He pants against your skin as he licks your neck, rubbing his cock on your stomach. He whines at the friction, already sensitive.
“Anakin” His name rolls off your tongue so sweetly it makes him twitch and you feel it. “Oh, please— please”
“Tell me what y—you want,” He asks, one hand sliding even further up his sweater, palming your breast. His rough fingertips pinch your nipple, making your back arch. “Because all I want right now is to fuck your pretty pussy raw”
The vulgar words he utters make you moan. Could this be a dream? In that case, you would never want to wake up.
“Fuck me, please, make me yours Anakin” You beg, tangling your hand on his dirty blond hair and yanking it. He moans at the pain, but quickly kisses you, forcing his tongue inside your mouth.
The second he slides inside of you, dragging his long cock and spreading you just like he dreamed of, Anakin realizes he’s doomed. He is now attached to you, captivated, enamored, haunted, by you. Your essence drowns him in the deep ocean of lust and obsession. The thin line between love and mania joins in a big, powerful ocean. His world now spins around you.
He fucks you as if his life depends on it. The skin-on-skin contact is too much. You look so gorgeous, tears falling down your cheeks from the euphoria. This is happening, this is happening, this is finally happening.
Anakin kisses you, all teeth and tongue. The kiss is so sloppy you can feel his saliva running down the corners of your lip, not that you care, of course— He sneaks a hand down, this time abusing your clit with his fingers just like he is abusing your pussy with his cock. You clench around him and he’s a goner, blue eyes rolling to the back of his head as he fills you up seconds after you spam around him, touching heaven with the most mind-shattering orgasm you had ever experienced.
The way he cums it’s almost criminal. He fills you up and it drips out of you, staining his sheets. Anakin forgot the last time he came that much since all he did for the past years was fuck his hand until he cried from overstimulation.
“Stay the night,” Anakin says against your hair, wrapping his arms around you. The dense smell of sex fills the room, forcing you into a dizzy state.
“Yes, yes” You nod, eyelids heavy, and you place a hand on his bicep, puffing. “Anything you want” The smile on your lips it’s bright enough to light up the darkest room, and even though he can’t see it, he feels it.
Maybe he did find someone who could love him as much as he does.
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18+ smut, choking, daddy kink.
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“I wish you could look at yourself like this,” Anakin whispers, running his hands up and down your sides as you bend over the couch. His cock feels like it’s bulging inside you, and if you could gather a coherent thought to send a signal to your brain to look down, you could’ve confirmed it.
“W–Why?” You choke, resting your cheek against one of the gray cushions, drooling over the fabric. He pushes his hips harder, pushing your body forward. A loud moan escapes your lips when he does that— how can he make it feel as if he was rearranging your guts?
“Your ass looks so fucking good,” He replies, cursing under his breath and lowering his hand to slap your flesh. The loud smack is obscene, and you thank God you two are home alone. Your tight walls clench around his cock when he hits you which causes him to do it again, and again— Anakin adores to see your ass bouncing, jiggling, cheeks spread and slapped. “Makes me want to fuck you harder until you can’t walk.”
The last bit sounds more like a promise— a promise he lives up to every time he fucks you. Anakin grabs your arm to yank you closer to him, pressing your sweaty back against his chest, his lips kiss your jaw lovingly, tasting the salty flavor that oozes off your precious skin.
“Want me to choke you, pretty girl?” He offers, although he knows you won’t say no. You nod dumbly, mind too cloudy to speak. When he touches you, it fogs your mind.
He smirks in return, and when you expect his hand to wrap around your neck, you gasp in surprise when you feel his arm sneaking around you; flexing his bicep, he cuts your airflow in a way you only imagined in your nastiest fantasies. Your hand grips his muscles, nails digging into his flesh and you can’t compare the sensation to anything else. Anakin’s strength sends your head floating— even more if that’s even possible— so good you could come in the spot.
“There you go, princess. I know you love how Daddy fucks you.”
#𓆩ꨄ︎𓆪 anya mumbles!#me n him#love being bicep choked.#anakin skywalker#anakin skywalker x reader#anakin skywalker smut#anakin skywalker x reader smut#anakin x reader#anakin x reader smut#anakin x you
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anakin skywalker is VERY greedy. he’s the type to take what you have to give and make you give give give to him until you don’t have any more, and he will still find a way (sexually of course) he’s the kind to grab you by your face to give you the most gut wrenching, sloppy kiss ever. shoving his tongue all in your mouth and picking up your drool just to fuck it back in with his tongue. he’s greedy, and we love it.
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Oh yeah. Sure, Anakin is a sweetheart and so intense and passionate but he is a taker. He is greedy. He wants your love— all of it.
He will always ask for more: one more kiss, one more hug, one more night together— and it keeps going even in bed. Anakin always asks for one more orgasm because it makes him feel good, he is the one who makes you touch heaven over and over. He licks the drool that trickles down your chin just to spit it right back in your mouth. He takes everything you have to offer and keeps asking for more.
#𓆩ꨄ︎𓆪 anya answers!#🫧 anon#<anakin3#cutie cutie love#anakin is so toxic<3#anakin skywalker#anakin skywalker smut#anakin skywalker x reader
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i feel like anakin just has a soft spot for women in general, expecially because of his mom. like would constantly hold open doors, pick up things, take over chores because he doesn’t want any pretty girl to overwork themselfs. he wants to treat tthem all like princesses
Mama raised a little gentleman, yes.
Despite me seeing Anakin with such toxic traits, he has that duality of being a sweetheart and a gentleman. If he sees you carrying your groceries he'll offer help immediately. If he sees you walking alone (despite knowing you or not) and he senses you are in danger, he'll pose as your boyfriend who was waiting for you. Anakin opens the door for you, pulls back your chair, helps you with your car when you need it... he has such a soft spot for helping woman and not because he thinks they are weak, because he respects them just the way his mom taught him to.
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Oh oh oh my love all mine 🥰🥰🥰
#𓆩ꨄ︎𓆪 anya talks!#he touched it and I have it#he signed it and I have it#oh my love my everything#lovers forever#anakin skywalker
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anakin x guitarist rockstar girlfriend thats way too hot for him, im in love....
like imagine this, the absolute image of health and fitness anakin, he lifts weight, works out, he's a fucking jedi for christs sake, self-control at its finest, sure he's a little rebellious, but him with a girl that's completely rock'n'roll, chaos, leather, heels and cherries, who also smokes way too many cigarettes for her own good... (80s rock btw) and this man doesn't play around when it comes to things that could potentially ruin his physique and health, and all of a sudden he's turning to mush as soon as she blows her cigarette smoke down his throat when they kiss.... i would make him wear those little band tees that says shit like "good boys go to heaven, and bad boys go backstage" when he watches her perform...
— a/n: Fuck this got me... I was gatekeeping this because I peed.
Anakin hates to see that cigarette between your lips but when you are performing with that black, shiny electric guitar in your hands, he just loses his shit. He stands there in the VIP zone, wearing that stupid crop tee you gave him with your band's name. He feels fucking ridiculous but anything to make you happy.
He rolls his eyes when you throw your sweaty leather jacket to the crowd who absolutely goes crazy, fighting for a pathetic item and pushing each other. People see you as a goddamned deity and a sex symbol and despite getting a little jealous every time groupies fight their way to you, he is the one who fucks you silly after every show. He knows the adrenaline is running high in your blood and he can't really lie- he fucking loves how needy and horny you get. And he doesn't care that you smell like sweat and cigarettes (he kind of does, to be honest. Anakin hates that you "need" a cigarette after your shows and actively blow the smoke right on his face).
Magazines adore you two. Everyone's favorite couple. The rebel rockstar and her healthy, role-model boyfriend; constantly, those same magazines would ask Anakin to model for them but he declines every offer saying: "I'm not made for the spotlight, pretty girl. That's your job."
Also something that happens very constantly, are the sensationalists who always say you are going to ruin him, to be a bad influence on him... and maybe, just maybe you are. But Anakin doesn't care. You wouldn't force him to do anything he didn't wanted, so what's the problem?
A part of him really enjoys the luxury that comes with being a famous rockstar, the parties, the hotels, the gifts... but I don't think Anakin is a materialistic person. You guys had been together since the beginning of your band, and when he proposed to you (during your first tour, I might add), he made the promise to be with you until the end of times... and Anakin forgets how much he hates the fucking cigarette between your red lips when he sees the engagement ring in your hand, pulling the guitar strings and singing a song you wrote for him.
#𓆩ꨄ︎𓆪 anya answers!#loved it.#anakin skywalker#anakin skywalker one shot#anakin skywalker x reader#anakin skywalker x you#rockstar!reader x anakin
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I just know Anakin is an amazing hugger. Bro's huge and I feel like he'd give like bear hugs. I wanna just hang onto him like a koala while he just does stuff around the house with his big cloak wrapped around us and every so often just pet his hair. His hair looks so soft!(I'm lonely if you can't tell)
Dw I'm lonely too!!
He is a very physical person so he loves to give hugs. He's the type who gives waist hugs and also wraps his arms around your neck (in a more possessive way tbh)
I would love to braid his hair and I'm sure he'll let me<3. He is so sweet and the perfect boyfrienddd<3
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I don't know If I already send you this one but he looks kinda Dad- Idk why!
You did!!! But I was gatekeeping it a little bit cuz I wanted to draw it as Anakin for... personal purposes 😁.
That's Dad after a shopping day, carrying your bags and following around, spoiling his princess and watching you smile and giggle 🩵
#𓆩ꨄ︎𓆪 anya answers!#anakinsbunniegirl#dad!anakin skywalker#dad!anakin#love that temporary happiness that capitalism provides
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ani ive been thinking of you recently >:(( you know i literally just got better and now im sick. AGAIN. i have to go to the doctors. AGAIN. ugh. i miss you so bad and i want to give u a huge kiss. also been thinking ‘bout dad!anakin being away on a trip for work and facetiming you, telling you to spread your legs for him, “mhmm, wider pretty baby, you can spread ‘em wider for daddy, can’t you?” he’d coo watching how flustered you get for him <33 would stroke his cock through his sweats when the whiney “i miss you” came out of your lips along with a pout, he’d so tell you to take your panties off just to see your cunt all wet for him, could even see it through your panties before you took ‘em off which only made him grin & say you’re pathetic, but oh how he wishes he was there to make his lil’ girl feel good but instead he forces you to touch yourself while he observes you, partially leaned back on your bed, phone angled n shit, “mhmm, and what else have you been doing while ive been gone?” he’d ask you as if you were even able to form coherent words, “i asked you a question” and then you’d be choking on your words telling him how you’ve been a horny mess for him, and dear he would most definitely chuckle at you and coo sum mockery shit like “aw yeah? been tough w’out daddy huh?” and of course when he unfortunately had to go, you’d text back your friends saying ‘sorry i was on the phone with my dad 🙄🙄’
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I'm sorry you got sick again. I hope you feel better soon <3. Thank you for thinking about me, was missing you already. You wrote this so beautifully I'm in awe. Dad!Anakin teasing you for being so needy and cock-hungry that you can't spend a couple days away from him? What is he going to do with you?
Forcing you to rub your eager cunt for the camera but not allowing you to come, you have to wait until he gets back home. He laughs at the pathetic wet spot in your panties, stroking himself for you to watch because he can touch himself but you can't touch what belongs to him. Dad is just torturing you at this point.
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some sweet fluff of anakin having a crush on the reader who works at a bakery. he likes to come in all the time to flirt with her and buy her treats, and then they slowly started dating. she also lived in the back of the bakery which was also her house, and anakin would love to stay oher to help take care of her, and it got to the point where every time he smelt baked goods he was like think of her, and he LOVEESSS her cookies
but even more, he loves her. he is so gentle with her, he holds her close, especially when they make love together. he would take her on the couch just a door away after they close, and would also watch her on the night shifts because nothing would ever happen to her
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I have a small bakery business at uni and this makes me go feral 🥺
This would be such a great AU!!!! Omg... Anakin helping you bake, kneading the big batches of dough for you, mixing the icing, cleaning the molds, covered in powdered sugar or flour. Anakin being a soulmate on every timeline is so real.
He will help you close the shop and let himself be dragged to the back, laughing and removing his apron, letting it fall on the floor as he pins you down the couch, kissing your neck and smelling you— because you smell like sweet pastries, sugar and cinnamon.
#𓆩ꨄ︎𓆪 anya answers!#🫧 anon#once again my 🫧 anon making me unbelievably happy#literally in love with her#anakin skywalker#anakin skywalker x reader
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Also This Charming Man by the Smiths is so AOTC Anakin coded!!!!
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Anakincore... possibly AOTC!Anakin.
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THIS IS SO AOTC ANAKIN CODED 😭😭😭😭😭
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anya i rlly want to have a threesome with you and ani <3
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We are waiting for you baby, we gonna take care of you
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I'm sorrie ppl but Silvie did the smooching Anakin drawing FOR MY BIRTHDAY JEJEJE SO ITS MINE JEJEJEJEJEJEJ IM GIVING HIM KISSES ITS ME MUAJAJAJAJAJ.
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