#ralph joseph quinn

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Hearing You

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Ralph x Reader

Tw/tags: masturbation, praise kink, ralph is awkward, virgin reader, virgin ralph, touching, kissing

18+ minors DNI

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Dozens of tiny pearls rested at your neckline. “There,” Ralph beamed as he clasped the necklace. “Now, they were unable to supply adequate pearls on such short notice, however, you deserve the very best and this was in fact the very best available. They will fashion you a much better set with haste.” His eyes darted to the floor, ashamed he wasn’t able to provide you with larger pearls. “Ralph, you have showers me with gifts all week. We are having our anniversary party tomorrow evening. I am far from disappointed by the beauty of these pearls.” You rested a gentle hand on his shoulder as your other hand drew his chin over so he was facing you.

“You’re the best boy, and I’m so very fortunate to have you as mine. You are so good,” you smiled. Ralph stared off, catching his breath. “Is something the matter?”, you asked with concern. Ralph’s face ran through a dozen emotions before he finally caught up with himself. He took a step back from your touch and stared down at the bulge growing in his trousers. “Oh,” you blushed. “Is that my fault?”

Ralph nodded shyly. “It’s inappropriate and I am deeply sorry for being so naughty,” he sighed. You took a step towards him. “Ralph, you’re a very good boy,” you started. His cheeks grew red and he covered his obscenely swollen erection. “Apparently not,” he stammered, gesturing towards his now impossibly tight pants. “Is it my attire?”, you asked, realizing the hem of your dress did go almost to your knees. “No, dear, you’re striking. However, my excitement isn’t as much from looking at you as it is from, uhhhh, hearing you.”

It was perplexing that your voice, which Ralph had heard almost every single day over the last two years, could arouse him to this extent. “Shall I stop speaking?”, you asked, your tone giving away your hurt. “No!”, he shouted. “No, it’s the, it’s more, well… it happened, this,” he gestured to his crotch, “I’m in this state because of what you said.” His cheeks were hot, sweat beading at his hairline. You still didn’t understand, but you were feeling terrible guilt.

“Please tell me what I can do, so you aren’t so frazzled,” you said. Ralph firmly grasped your hands and stared into your eyes. He looked like he was searching for his words in them. “When you tell me things like what a good boy I am to you, it does… things.” Once again he stared off, this time it was embarrassment. “Ralph you are a good boy. The best boy.” A moan fell from his lips.

The two of you had kissed plenty of times. You had even allowed him to hold your breasts once. The subject of his desires and his cock had never been discussed. “Do… do you think, maybe, if you’re okay with it, you could keep telling me?”, he asked. “I’d hate to keep torturing you like this,” you pouted. His tongue slid across his pretty pink lips as he gazed deep into your eyes. “I would like to please myself while you tell me how good you think I am,” he explained.

You pulled him over to your bed. Ferocious kisses fell upon your lips, Ralph’s tongue slipping across your own. Your fingers trembled as you undid his pants and pulled them down. You scooted over on the bed and pulled him in for another kiss. “Oh look how handsome you are, Ralph. You are so sweet to me,” you said as his hand slides into his underwear. His breathing is a deep pant against your ear. “You’re the most beautiful woman I’ve ever known,” he whispered, nibbling softly at your earlobe. The sensation caused your core to throb and grow wet. “Ralph, you’re such a good man to me. You’re doing such a good job,” you breathed.

His free hand found its way to your thigh. “May I?”, he asked. With a nod of your head, his fingers were sliding eagerly to your dripping folds. The groan that escaped didn’t even sound like him, it was so feral. His nervous fingertips made slow, deep circles around your bud. Your eyes rolled back in your head. You had never been touched by someone else like this. “Oh, Ralph, you’re doing so well. That’s so perfect,” you half cried.

With a snarl, Ralph’s body stiffened. Your eyes fell upon his steady hand in his underpants. His eyes were shut tight. You leaned into his ear as you grew closer to your peak. “You’re my good sweet boy, Ralph. You’re making me feel amazing. You’re doing a smashing job. You’re my perfect guy, just like that yes, so good dear.” A dark smile formed on his face. “You mean it?”, he asked.

“Yes, love. That’s so nice, you’re making me feel so amazing, oh Ralph,” you clenched around nothing as he massaged you through your orgasm. You gasped for air, coming down from your high. “Ralph that was the best feeling I’ve ever felt, I love you so much my sweet good boy,” and as the words fell from your lips, he was muttering and making a mess in his own hand.

When he caught his breath, he leaned in to kiss your forehead. “You’re quite beautiful,” he hummed, skin glowing with sweat. “As are you, my dear,” you rasped.

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Happy Birthday, Joseph Quinn! January 26th, 1994

[daleyeahson]

Girl On Film | Perv!Eddie Munson x best friend reader

Summary: Eddie tries to catch a sneak peek of what it is his best friend gets up to when he’s not around. He’s thrown for a loop when he finds out that you’re more than happy to play into his little game.

Warnings: 18+ smut// minors go on and get outta here. Male masturbation, mentions of female nudity, hidden camera, cursing, use of y/n just a little bit but mainly pet names, praise and degrading kink. If I missed anything let me know!

Word count: 4.4k

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A/n: Also, this is my first time writing a fanfic, let alone something with some smut in it. Let me know what you liked & what I can work on but please be nice about it! Thank you guys for the support and I hope you enjoy this as much as I do! P.s. I made the mistake of typing this on the notes app on my phone and just copying it to here so that’s why the spacing is messed up I’m sorry. I’d retype it all but it’s almost 3am for me so I’m gonna have to pass on fixing it for now lmao my b y’all x

It was Friday and you, Robin, and Nancy had all left to go have a girls night out. It wasn’t very often that the three of you had spare time to hang out all together, so when the girls called you last minute saying to hurry and get ready, you didn’t think much of it. You rushed to get dressed after hanging up the phone, throwing clothes all across your room in hopes of finding your favorite pair of jeans and whatever t-shirt you could get your hands on. Having just enough time to put your hair up in a somewhat cute ponytail and slipping your shoes on, you made your way out the door as Nancy and Robin pulled up to your place. You were so excited to hang with the girls again that you didn’t even give a heads up to your best friend, Eddie Munson.

You and Eddie had been best friends for as long as you could remember. Growing up and living across from one another, you two had always been very close. When you were younger, you both would take turns on having a sleepover at one another’s place, and you still do. Having graduated from high school, you moved out of your parents home and into your very own apartment. Eddie still lived with his uncle Wayne since he was still in school and was now in his third year as a senior. Eddie was super excited when you told him you had gotten the apartment and even joked about coming over all the time to annoy you, as if you didn’t see each other almost 24/7 as is. You had laughed it off thinking he was just joking, but he wasn’t. He came over more often than not, which didn’t bother you a bit since you genuinely enjoyed his company, and eventually you just decided to have him a key made so he could come and go as he pleased.

Which brings us to now, Eddie making his way over to your place just like he does any other day. Even though he knew he’d see you tomorrow for your sleepover, he still wanted to hang out with you and just talk about his day. He loved how you would listen to him talk about whatever it was he needed to say, whether it be about school or the newest thing that’s happening in his Hellfire campaign despite you not understanding a word of what he’s talking about. All throughout your lives you’ve always been there for him for whatever he needed. It was one of the many things he loved about you. Your love and support for him is what slowly made him fall for you and here recently he’s been having trouble keeping you off of his mind. The last few years he’s been able to bury those feelings for his best friend, but with all of this extra time you two have been spending together, he doesn’t know how much longer he can hold out without doing something. He doesn’t want to scare you away or ruin your friendship by confessing his feelings. He doesn’t know if you feel the same way about him and he can’t bare the thought of not having you in his life, even if you remain only best friends. So with that, he does what he thinks is the next best thing and jerks off to you most nights. Is that really the next best thing? No, definitely not. Does he still do it? Abso-fucking-lutely.

Eddie pulls up to your apartment and steps out of his van. He makes his way to your door and reaches for his key to let himself in. It’s quiet, which he finds odd since usually you’d at least have music playing in the background or something.

“Y/N?” He says stepping into the place and closing the door behind him. “Hello? You here?”

He makes his way down the hall to your bedroom only to find it a mess and you not in it. “Huh, that’s weird.” he thinks to himself.

He didn’t expect you to be gone without letting him know first. Not that you have to tell him, but he’s so used to you doing it anyway that it puzzles him that you hadn’t said anything. Maybe you had and he just forgot. With all that’s been going on in his head lately, he wouldn’t be surprised if you did tell him you had plans and he just wasn’t paying attention. He walks further into the room and takes a look around not really knowing what to do. He must’ve just missed you because he notices the candle you always have burning was still melted and had yet to harden back again. He turns to leave and as he does something catches his eye. Right there out in the middle of your floor there it was.. a pair of black lace panties. Eddie instantly blushes when he sees it and can’t help but think about you in them, or the opposite since here they are laying here on the floor. His mind wonders to the thought of you stripping from them while changing before you left. Tossing them off to the side and standing in the same spot he was but nude from at least the waist down. Eddie would give anything, do anything to be able to see you like that. He wanted it so badly. He needed it. He just didn’t know how exactly he would get it though, until it hit him. He has a camcorder somewhere in his van that Wayne gave to him years ago. He’s never had a reason to use it, but this sure was a damn good one.

He runs to the van and opens up the back. Like a mad man, he starts going through all of the junk he has in there. After a minute or so of searching he starts to get frustrated.

“God damn, where the hell is it? Why do I have so much shit in here?” He curses at himself wishing he didn’t keep things so messy. Finally finding it, he picks it up and smirks. “Aha, gotcha.”

He hurries back inside and into your room. Instantly, he starts to look around for a spot to hide the camcorder. After searching for a bit, he notices a shelf where you had some of your old stuffed animals on display. “Perfect.” He says as he makes his way over to it.

It really is the perfect spot for such a thing. From that angle he’s able to see almost your entire room, apart from the doorway. He doesn’t mind though, thinking there’s no way you would change clothes right in the doorway anyhow, so it wasn’t a big deal if he couldn’t see that part. He doesn’t turn it on just yet. He plans on waiting until he’s here during the sleepover so that the next morning he can grab it and leave before you have a chance to notice it.

Once he has the camera hidden, he makes his way out the apartment for the last time. Getting into his van he can’t help but feel guilty. He knows he shouldn’t be doing such a thing, but the growing bulge beneath his zipper says otherwise. There’s no way you’d know about it, right? He made sure you couldn’t see the camera from any part of your room, or at least he thought he did.

He makes his way back home and as soon as he gets inside he makes a beeline to his room to take care of his situation. Just the thought of him possibly having a chance of seeing you like that for real has him making a mess all over himself. Afterwards, he cleans up and decides to go to the living room to watch tv and have a beer or two. He figures he would just try calling you in a few hours to see if you made it home alright and to see where you went.

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It’s about 10:30 at night before you make it home. The three of you would’ve stayed out later if Robin didn’t have work early in the morning. You make your way inside and take your shoes off at the door. Heading straight for your bedroom, you start to take your hair out of the ponytail. Instantly feeling that sweet sensation of having it down after keeping it pulled up for hours on end. The kind of relief that hurts just a little bit but feels so good at the same time.

You search your drawers to find some pjs to slip into then start to make your way to the bathroom. Just as you’re about to go in there, your phone rings.

“Hello?” You say hesitantly, not expecting anyone to be calling this late.

“Hey, sweetheart, where ya been?”

Eddie. You had forgotten to tell him you were leaving this evening. You felt guilty thinking he must’ve been worried about you not knowing where you went last minute.

“Eddie, I’m so sorry. I meant to tell you but it just slipped my mind. Robin and Nancy called and told me to hurry and get ready so we could have a girls night.”

“There’s no need to be sorry, I promise.” He reassures you. “I’m glad you got to go have fun with them. I know it’s been a while since you last had a girls night. Are you just getting in?”

“Yeah..” you said with a sigh, tired from the night you just had, “I was actually about to get a shower right before you called.”

Eddie has to stop himself from audibly moaning once you said that. He can’t help but think about how if he hadn’t called, you’d be in the shower all hot and steamy. Soap running down your body and between your breasts. Eddie finds himself fumbling over his words like a fool when he tries to speak again.

“Oh- well I-uh - don’t let me keep you waiting.” He chuckles. “I’m sure you’re wanting to hurry and get that over with before you have to go clean up the mess of clothes in your room, right?”

“Oh..” you say feeling slightly embarrassed that he saw the mess you had left in a hurry. “..you saw that?” Usually, you tried to keep things somewhat clean when he came over, not that he would mind because lord knows he shouldn’t be one to judge, you just didn’t want him to see things in such a big mess like that.

“Oh- uh- yeah, I did. I came by to hang out but I must’ve just missed you.” He laughs, “Don’t worry though, I didn’t stay long so whatever you may have laying about in your room, my eyes did not see a thing. Scouts honor.”

You couldn’t help but blush at the suggestive comment he made. The idea of Eddie thinking you’d have anything like that brought a familiar feeling to your core. This wouldn’t be the first time you’ve felt like this because of Eddie or something he’s said. You two were very close so it was only a matter of time before one of you caught feelings for the other. What you didn’t know what that he felt the same way about you, as you did him. Yeah, Eddie would flirt with you but he was always the charming type. He was like that with almost everybody. Sure he called you cute pet names, but you just thought it was because of how close you two were. Just something best friends did, right?

“Eddie, first of all, you weren’t a scout, and second of all, even if I did have anything like that, I sure as hell wouldn’t leave it out in the open for just anybody to see.”

“Just anybody?” He said with pretend jealously, “who else has a key to get into your place?”

“You’re the only one, but with that big mouth of yours I’m sure if you did find something, everyone in this town would know about it by morning.”

Eddie gasp. “You’ve wounded me, princess. Truly, you have. I’m glad you think so highly of me to believe I’d stoop so low as to share such personal information with the common folk of this kingdom.”

You couldn’t help but laugh at how dramatic he can be and decided to play into his little game. “If you live to see the morning light, I shall see you then for our annual weekend festivities, but for now I must say goodbye, Sir Munson, for this ass will not wash itself, unfortunately.”

Eddie let out a loud hearty laugh at that statement. “Alright, I guess I’ll let you go take care of that. Goodnight, Y/n.”

“Goodnight, Eddie, I’ll see you in the morning.”

Morning…Right. He’d be coming back over early in the morning so you guys could fix breakfast together to start the day just like you always did. Eddie couldn’t help but get nervous thinking about how far into the future that was. It was 11pm now and he usually comes by around 9am. Ten hours. Anything could happen in that amount of time. What if you found the camcorder? What would you say? What would you do? Would you never speak to him again? He knew he’d never be able to sleep with those questions floating around his mind. So he laid there in bed, wide awake. Ten hours, he reminded to himself, all he had to do was wait ten hours.

******

Somehow, Eddie managed to get around 4 hours of sleep that night. He was never one to willingly get up this early, especially on the weekend but for you he’d do just about anything. He got out of bed and took a quick shower to help wake him up some more. Throwing on his usually attire, he makes his way out the door and to his van, deciding against a morning coffee knowing you’d fix some once he got there.

Eddie pulled up to your apartment once again and slowly made his way over to the door. Before he could reach for his key, you opened the door and greeted him in a very enthusiastic manner.

“Good morning, sunshine! Are you ready to get this party started?”

“Y/n, please, you know I can’t get excited about the day without coffee first.”

“I swear, sometimes it’s like I’m best friends with someone’s southern grandpa. My own little personal peepaw.” You joked but it only made him send a glare over to you. He really wasn’t a morning person at all. “I’ve already got a fresh pot of coffee waiting for you in the kitchen.”

“You truly are the best…I don’t know what I’d do without you.” He says as he walks by you towards the kitchen to pour himself a cup.

You closed the door and followed behind him making your way to the fridge. “Yeah, yeah, whatever.. so..” you said as you opened it, “what do you want for breakfast? Pancakes? Waffles? We could just have cereal if you want that instead.”

“Could we have French toast again?” Eddie asks walking up towards you, coffee in hand. “I haven’t stopped thinking about it since the last time we had it.”

Your back was to Eddie so you hadn’t realized just how close he had gotten. As you turn to face him so you could answer his question, you accidentally bump into him causing him to spill some of his coffee down your shirt.

“Son of a bitch!” You yelled while trying to hurry and pinch your shirt so the coffee wouldn’t burn you.

“Sweetheart, I- I am so sorry I didn’t mean to-“

“No, no, it’s okay” you put your other hand on his shoulder to try and stop him from panicking, “it was my fault anyway I bumped into you. Don’t worry about it, really, it’s not a big deal. And to answer your question, yes we can have French toast again, but we need to get eggs first.”

“Uh- y-yeah sure. I can run and get them real quick.”

“That’s fine with me. While you go do that, I’ll go get a shower and change out of these clothes.” You said as you headed off to the bathroom.

Suddenly Eddie didn’t feel as bad as he did before about the coffee. It was like the universe itself was helping him with his mission. This was it, his one chance. Once he heard you start the shower, he hurries into your room. Making his way over to the camcorder hidden away, he turns it on and presses the record button. “Jesus H. Christ please let this work” he mutters to himself. With that he leaves to make his way to the grocery store and tries to keep his mind busy, thinking of anything other than what’s happening back at the apartment.

Eddie comes back with the eggs and your morning routine is back on track. You fix breakfast together like always and just spend the day hanging out. You didn’t do much during these sleepovers, but you both still enjoyed the quality time together. By the end of the night, you found yourselves cuddled up on the couch watching a few movies you had on hand. You had fallen asleep on Eddie, your back to his chest. He somehow manages to get out from under you without waking you, and he carries you into your room. Laying you down on the bed, he covers you up with the blanket and makes sure you’re still in a deep sleep before he walks over to the shelf with your stuffed animals. He reaches over and turns the camcorder off and forms a mental note to himself to make sure he’s up before you are so he can somehow sneak it back out to his van. Eddie climbs into the bed to lay next to you. Sharing the bed is something you always did even as children growing up so it wasn’t anything out of the ordinary. While in a deep sleep, you turn over to face Eddie and snuggle right up to him. He wishes you two could stay like this forever and not just on Saturdays when you have sleepovers.

*****

The next day you both wake up closer to noon rather than super early like before. Of course Eddie didn’t wake up earlier than you, who does he think he is? He’s thankful that you get up and head to the bathroom and as soon as the door closes, Eddie jumps up to grab his camcorder, practically running to his van and back in hopes of not getting caught. When he comes back in, he jumps at the sight of you standing there across the room from him.

“Whatcha doin’ big boy?” You say standing in the kitchen, sipping on a glass of water.

“I-uh- went for a smoke.”

“With your cigarettes on the table the whole time?”

Shit. Shit shit shit. He was starting to freak out. He had to come up with something quick.

“Not that kind of smoke, princess.”

“Ah, gotcha.” You finished your drink and turned to set the glass in the sink before returning your attention back to Eddie. “So, do you wanna go get something to eat? Lunch at the diner maybe? I’m starving.”

Eddie couldn’t let you in his van knowing what was sitting in the passenger seat. He didn’t have time to hide it in the back again and he knew you’d race and beat him to the van if he agrees to go out.

“Uh, no not this time. I- I actually have to leave.”

“Leave? Why?”

“Wayne needs me. Yeah, uh he’s got this thing he’s been working on and he told me the other day that he would need my help today with it so um, I should get going.”

With a confused look on your face you stare at him suspiciously. The longer you take to say something the more he feels like he’s going to have a heart attack right here in the middle of your apartment. Finally, after what feels like forever to him, you say something.

“Yeah, sure, okay.. um, well I guess I’ll see you around then? Call me tonight, yeah?”

“Yeah, yes, of course I will.”

Eddie leaves your place in a hurry and speeds back home. He can’t believe he just did that. The thrill of it all. He gets home and rushes inside. Going straight to his room and setting up the tape to play, he sits on his bed with his back to the headboard. He was already semi hard on the drive home, just thinking about what was waiting for him on that tape.

After a few minutes, he could hear your bedroom door open on the video. It took you a second to come into the frame but when you did, Eddie thought he had died and went to heaven. There you were, in nothing but a towel, water still dripping from your hair and making its way down your body. He starts to palm himself over his jeans making him hiss at the physical touch he so craved.

“Shit.. oh fuck…”

Things had just started and he was already a whimpering mess. A small wet patch forming on his jeans just from what little bit he saw of you. He couldn’t take it any longer, needing to feel more he took his jeans and boxers off. His cock springing up to his stomach as he groaned, finally feeling some relief. He spit in his hand and started stroking himself, gathering up his precum from the head as he watched you walk around your room looking for new clothes to wear.

Once you found an outfit, you laid it on the bed and began to dry yourself off. Your back was to the camcorder as you removed your towel. Your bare ass was on display for Eddie now and he tries his best not the cum at the sight of it.

“Oh god, baby, fuck you’re so beautiful.”

Every once in a while he catches a glimpse of some side boob but he grows impatient wanting to see more. Speeding up his fist, he becomes a blabbering mess as he tries to find his release.

“Shit, oh my god look at you. Just look at you. You’re so god damn beautiful. Fuck, you’re being so good for me, baby. Letting me see you like this? Sticking that ass out for me? God you’re so fucking good. So, so, good.”

He stops for a second to spit some more on his cock and then resumes the same pace he had before. At this point of the video, you had dried off and discarded your towel, but was still standing there fully nude for him.

Throwing his head back, he started to beg even more. “Oh fuck, princess, I’m getting so close. So fucking close.. please turn around for me baby. Please please please, I need to see you. All of you.”

Eddie knew you couldn’t hear him, but that didn’t stop him from saying it. He looks back up at the screen and suddenly, as if you had actually heard him, you turn your head slightly over your shoulder and he swears you were looking straight into the lens of the camcorder. Before he could process what was happening, you spoke.

“Be patient, Eddie, you’re not the only one who gets to have fun with this.”

Eddie instantly froze, hand not moving but still holding his cock. Did he just hear what he thought he heard? No, there’s no way you actually said that.

You turned around and Eddie let out a moan. Seeing you fully nude, your cunt on display right in front of him. He wanted to cum so bad. He needed to cum.

You start to feel yourself up looking directly at him. He starts to jerk himself off again at the sight of it all.

“Oh, you’re so dirty. Such a filthy little slut for me. I take back what I said about you being good. You are bad, very bad, sweetheart.”

Eddie could feel himself inching closer to his orgasm with every pump of his fist, his breathing gets heavy as he chases his release.

“Fuck, oh fuck, just like that baby, keep playing with those pretty tits of yours. Shit, oh- oh my god I’m gonna cum baby, I’m gonna fucking cum. You gonna let me cum all over those tits, hm? Ohhhh shit.”

Just as he’s about to cum he hears a noise come from the video causing him to pause what he’s doing yet again. The sound of your front door opening and suddenly a voice. His voice.

“Princess? I got the eggs! I’m gonna get started on breakfast, okay?”

You call out to him, “Yeah, okay, I’ll be out in a minute!”

You made your way closer to the camcorder and looked directly into it. At this point Eddie knew for sure he had been caught and wasn’t just imagining things.

“Looks like you just cockblocked yourself.. let’s see if you’ll have the guts to finally make a move in person. If not, I guess we’ll just have to wait until next weekend, yeah?”

You turn to go put your clothes on before quickly turning back. “Oh and by the way, next time you want to sneak and record someone, make sure there isn’t a big red light coming from the camera.” And with that you winked and started getting dressed.

Eddie sat there for a second, mouth hanging open in disbelief before quickly putting a pair of sweats on and grabbing his keys. He’ll be damned if he waits a whole week before making a move now after that stunt you just pulled.

******

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Steve being so obvious about his crush on Eddie that even very oblivious Eddie sees it. Like Steve is giggly and blushy, laughing at things that aren't even funny. The constant touching. His eyes are bigger than Eddie has ever seen them.

Eddie: Jesus, you have a crush on me or something?

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all I can think about is reader being recently married to ralph and he gets such baby fever but only cos he loves to rut against you and breed your cunt like the submissive puppy boy he is 🥺

I changed this up juuuust a tad so that it can more easily be read as a sequel to 'who's a good boy?' but it also can be read as a standalone fic!

{word count} 2.4k

{warnings} smut, light pet play ('puppy' nickname and collar wearing but that's it), dom/sub dynamics, mommy kink, breeding kink, pregnancy mentions, multiple orgasms, premature ejaculation

Although you knew Ralph always wanted to be a father at some point in his life, you hadn't realized until you were engaged just how important it was to him.

Once or twice, while you were courting, he'd mentioned in passing a desire to have children someday.  It never felt like a hint or anything, just a genuine admission: my father was a little standoffish, I want to be more open when it's my time; or, Mother was so sweet, I can only hope to marry someone who would be so kind to my children; or, I know Victoria doesn't want any of her own, which is sort of a shame, because I thought I'd be a nice uncle.  Things like that. 

He mentioned it again when he proposed— he asked you if you'd be willing to spend your life with him and have a family together.  Of course, you said yes.  But the most important time he spoke about wanting a child was the most accidental; and the most unexpected.

"So good, you're doing so well," you praised him softly as he whined, bucking his hips up from the bed helplessly. 

"I-I'm not sure how much longer I can... h-hold back," he warned you in a gasp— but you just smiled, because he'd been saying that since the beginning and he'd managed to go this long without coming.  You squeezed his cock gently in your hand, making him whimper louder.  "Use your other hand, please?  I wanna see it."

You giggled a bit.  "Okay, puppy," you cooed; letting go of his stiff cock, it bounced up against his stomach and the light trail of golden blonde hair there.  You put your left hand on it carefully, and you watched him stare enraptured at the diamond on your finger; he sighed proudly as your fingers trailed lightly over his shaft, tickling and teasing him and his overly-sensitive cock.

"So pretty," he breathed, blinking quickly as you wrapped your fingers around him.  Already he was right back to losing his cool, only letting you jerk him off for a moment before he started to fuck your fist again and drop his head back with a choked sob.  "Please, please please—" he began to beg.

"What do you need, puppy?" you asked gently— because he always begged but very rarely explained what he was actually asking for.  You kept trying to remind him that if he actually asked he might get it, but he seemed to forget how until you encouraged him.

"I-I need—" he sniffled, "need t'come..."

"You wanna come on Mommy's hand?" you taunted, but he surprised you with his answer.

"N-no!" he whimpered.  You tilted your head in confusion.  "I wanna... come inside you..."

You tried not to laugh, because it seemed rude, but he was being quite audacious.  "That's a very special treat, Ralphie, what makes you think you deserve that?"

"I don't deserve it, I don't deserve it," he panted, "I just need it— please, Mommy, I-I wanna... I want a baby.  I wanna have a baby with you."

You stopped moving your hand— and when he tried to keep moving his hips, you clicked your tongue at him disapprovingly and he stopped with a guilty sort of look on his face.  "You really want that?  It's sort of sudden, don't you think?"

"Not for me," he admitted, face getting even redder.  "I've been thinking about it a lot, actually."

"And you're just bringing this up now?"

"Y-you know how I get," he batted his eyelashes sheepishly, "when you— when you touch me like that... I start saying anything."

Not anything, though; he started blabbering, yes, but he only said true things.  He fessed up to a lot, too; this was different though, this wasn't admitting to touching himself when he wasn't supposed to or stealing your biscuits and then blaming Victoria.  This was very, very different.

"Don't you think it would be nice?" he cooed.  "A baby?  Our baby?"

"Yes, but the pregnancy doesn't sound too appealing," you frowned.

"N-no, that part can be nice too!" he insisted, sitting up a bit.  "I'd try to make it easy for you.  And seeing you like that would be... divine."

"Like what?" you rolled your eyes.  "Swollen and exhausted?"

He smiled, eyes getting a little glassy, and you could tell he was picturing it.  “You’d glow, darling, you’d be so pretty— and it would be amazing knowing that I was the one who made you that way.  That it was all because we were making our little family.”

It was disturbingly wholesome talk for a man who was currently naked except for a collar, but it still made your heart warm.  “It really matters that much to you?” you noticed.

“I know we should wait until the wedding,” he admitted, coming back to reality a bit, “b-but you’d look really pretty as a bride with a baby bump, too…”

You smirked a little.  “That would be quite the scandal, Ralph…”

“Oh, don’t pretend you ever cared about scandal, darling,” he winked.  “Don’t you wanna be a real mommy?”

“Of course,” you replied, “especially with you— you’ll be a great father, Ralph.”

He glanced away shyly.  “I hope so,” he mumbled.

“But maybe now isn’t the time—”

“J-just once!” he pleaded.  “Let me try once.  It won’t usually take that fast, anyways— and we can just wait until after the wedding to try again.”

“And if it does take after just once?” you prompted.

He smiled wide.  “Even better.”

You considered it for a second, tuning out his rambling attempt to convince you, before you suddenly blurted out your response.  “Alright,” you decided.  “I’m gonna let you breed me.”

He choked on his own throat, staring at you wide-eyed.  “R-really?” he whispered, jumping a bit as you nodded.  “Th-thank you!  I’m gonna be really good, promise!”

“I know you will, puppy.”

You sat up and began to carefully straddle his lap, admiring how awestruck he looked as he watched you.  It felt kind of strange doing this knowing that you hadn’t put in any sort of contraceptive— no condom or sponge or pessary— and that there was nothing stopping the natural consequences of sex from occurring.  It was thrilling; you understood why Ralph was so adamant about it, although you knew he was more interested in the outcome than the process.

But, he didn’t have any complaints about the process, either.  In fact, he bit his lip to keep from moaning too loud (and it was still quite loud) as you guided yourself down onto his cock.

“I love you,” he whimpered when your hips collided with his, your bum resting on his thighs and your arms draped lazily around his shoulders.

You hadn’t started to move yet, just basking in the feeling of it, but then you heard Ralph let out a sharp sigh— and you felt it a moment later, his cock flexing, a familiar warm fullness inside you.  Your eyes went wide when you realized what exactly you were feeling.  “Puppy!” you gasped.  “Are you already coming?”

He could only whine through his teeth and nod against your chest.

“Oh, Ralphie…” you sighed.  “Just got a little too excited, huh?”

“I— I just— Mommy,” he sobbed, hugging onto you tightly.  “You feel so— a-and I was thinking about h-how we might have our baby soon— and… and I couldn’t help it!  M’sorry!”

“Shh,” you soothed him, kissing the top of his head, “you don’t need to be sorry, you didn’t do anything wrong.”

“You’re gonna be so pretty,” he whimpered.  “Gonna look beautiful with my baby inside you— I couldn’t stop myself when I imagined it.”

You smiled and pet his head gently.  “Well, who knows— maybe you’ll get to see me like that in a few months.”

He tilted his head back enough to blink up at you with big, watery eyes.  “I wasn’t bad, was I?  I’m still your good puppy?”

“Yes,” you assured, kissing the top of his forehead.  “Such a good puppy.”

“D-don’t get off yet,” he pleaded suddenly, “I wanna just stay like this, please…”

You nodded approvingly and kept stroking his soft curls, feeling him relax under you.

Of course, you didn’t actually stay exactly that way for long; this is Ralph we’re dealing with here, who thinks of cockwarming as one of the most supreme punishments because he just needs to move.  He can hardly ever stay still, let alone when your pussy’s involved.

So, after only a few minutes of him embracing you and you decorating his face with sweet kisses, his hips started to rock under you.  You didn’t notice it right away, until you felt Ralph’s fingertips dig into your back as a soft whine fell from his lips.  “Ralphie?” you whispered.  “Are you alright?”

He nodded shakily, but pressed his hips up into you again.

“Do you need something?”

He didn’t answer with words, but by holding you tight as he rolled you onto your back, starting to thrust his hips as he pinned you down on the bed.  You giggled joyfully, impressed by the uncharacteristic show of dominance.  “S-sorry, I know I’m being bad,” he breathed, shutting his eyes tight as he fucked you faster, “I-I just can’t help it, I need to come again!  I need to come in you again, Mommy— I want it to happen this time.  I want you to be pregnant!”

You gasped as he fucked into you faster and rougher, his first load of come forced deeper into you as he kept going.  “D-doesn’t it hurt?  You’re so sensitive after—”

“N-no, it’s perfect,” he insisted, “it’s so— you feel so good, you always feel perfect… I’m so sorry, I’m being so bad…”

“It’s okay, baby,” you promised, reaching up to tuck a curl that had fallen loose behind his ear, then toying with the dangling collar.  “I’ve just never seen you like this…”

“You’ve never told me I could breed you before,” he explained.

And you loved seeing Ralph totally out of control like this, unable to stop himself even when he was normally quite well-behaved.  Not just that, but you loved the way it felt, too— the way he was fucking you so roughly, it wasn’t what you were used to but it made your walls clench from excitement.  So, you egged him on.  “I want you to, puppy,” you assured, “I want your baby in me.”

“Oh,” he choked, whining louder.  “O-oh, I’m close again already— m’gonna come in you again!”

“Hold on a little longer, puppy,” you groaned, “I need to come first— you already broke that rule once tonight.”

“I-I know, Mommy, I’m sorry,” he sobbed, “you just feel so— oh, heavens…”

“You are so spoiled,” you noticed with a purr.  “Spoiled little puppy.”

“Y-yes, yes,” he agreed eagerly, “I know— m’trying to be good, but I need you too much— I need this so much, I need to get you pregnant.”

“Just keep going,” you encouraged, “make me come.  I know you know how.”

He grunted through his teeth, already struggling to hold back even when he came so recently; god, the poor thing, you would’ve let him do this sooner if you’d known how desperate it would make him.  “Please come, Mommy,” he begged, “I-I can’t— I can’t stop it—”

“Yes you can,” you reminded him firmly.  “You can make me come first, you can’t come in me again until I do—”

“Ohhhh,” he whined pitifully, “M-Mommy, please, please— I need to come, I need to come…”

He sobbed a bit as he buried his burning face in the crook of your neck, moans and sobs coming out right by your ear.  “I know, puppy,” you soothed as you pet his head and back, “I’m close, just keep going, hold it in a little longer— I know you can be good, you can be my good puppy, just hold on… fuck, like that, Ralphie, just keep doing that…”

You normally weren’t so easy to please, either, but you’d been worked up from jerking him off for the better part of an hour and he was just too precious struggling to keep it together like this.  Each stroke slammed his cock so deep, and you could feel his come leaking out around every thrust— it was too perfect, it sent you right to the edge in minutes.

“Good boy, good boy,” you encouraged, panting, holding on tighter to the back of his neck.  It still hit you faster than you expected, and you heard Ralph gasp.

“Are you coming?” he noticed.  “I can feel it— good job, Mommy— god, m’so close, can I come yet?  I can come inside you now, right?”

You’d barely started nodding before he slammed into you and held you there— forced himself as deep as he could go and stayed there so every pump of his seed would be right up against the end of you.  You smiled and shut your eyes, the afterglow starting to wash over you, your fingers tracing up and down his back.

“Oh, Mommy,” he whispered, “you’re so beautiful— I can’t believe you— wow.  I didn’t think you would let me…”

“Shh,” you soothed again, kissing beside his ear.  “Just stay still, puppy.  Stay still and keep your cock inside so all your come stays in, too— so it takes.”

He hugged you tighter, whimpering quietly, “I love you so much, I love you I love you I—”

“I know,” you whispered back as he cried softly— he got overwhelmed in times like this, you were used to it.  “I know, Ralph, and I love you too.  You’re so good…”

He pulled away enough to wipe his face and look down at you, smiling happily.  “You think I’ll be a good papa, too?”

You nodded back.  “Of course.  Our baby’s gonna love you so much, Ralphie.”

He grinned proudly.  “It’s gonna love you most— what a lucky thing it’ll be, s’got the prettiest mommy in the world.”

“Do you think it’s about time to get up and run a bath?” you prompted, but he shook his head, laying down on top of you and snuggling in happily.

“No, let’s stay like this all night,” he decided.  “And then…” he interrupted himself to kiss your face sweetly, “maybe…” 

You raised an eyebrow as he peppered more kisses on your cheeks and nose, a few on your lips for good measure as well.

“Maybe in the morning,” he continued, finally, “I can breed you one more time?”

“Ralph,” you laughed, rolling your eyes, “you are so spoiled.”

“Oh, darling, if you think I’m spoiled… just wait until I’ve got a cute little heir of my own!”

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Ralph

Joseph Quinn x Fem!Reader

Summary: Kittens and Joe... what more could you ask for?

Author's Note: I can't stop loving the new pics of Joe and the cat! Ugh, I had to make a small little fic. Enjoy this one! :)

Wordcount: 1.3K

“You did not.” Joe stood in front of you, his hands on his hips and his brow raised at you.

“Oh, yes I did.” You giggled, amused at the current expression that was plastered all over Joe’s face. 

Joe just got home from a long day of filming and found you sitting on the sofa, watching TV. Not only were you sitting on the sofa, you were holding something on your lap. Not something. 

A cat.

A cat with grey fur and in fact, it wasn’t actually a cat. It was still a little kitten. It was tiny, and it had those blue eyes. Joe tilted his head towards it, brows all furrowed but at the same time, he looked a little fascinated by the tiny creature that was currently asleep on your lap. Your fingers softly stroked its fur as it purred and rubbed its head against the blanket that was underneath him.

“Where did you get it?” Joe asked, his voice almost a whisper. 

“At the shelter. One of the cats just gave birth about a month ago, and they were wondering if I wanted to take one of the kittens.” You shrugged. “I told them I’d take all five of them—”

“Five?!” Joe’s eyes widened, his body turning to look for some more kittens around the flat. 

“Oh, relax!” You laughed, rolling your eyes. “I only took this one.”

Joe sighed in relief, his shoulders slumping back down from the tension. It wasn’t like he didn’t like cats or kittens for that matter. He just didn’t expect to have a pet with all the messy and busy schedule he has and with yours too in the office. Who was going to take care of the little one when both of you weren’t home?

“Darling, I’m a little worried.” Joe scratched the back of his head. 

“Why?” 

“Who’s going to take care of him or her?” Joe shook his head. “I travel a lot, and I know you have been busy at work too.”

You gave Joe a reassuring smile as you continued to pet the little kitten that was on your lap. 

“It’ll be fine, Joe. I’ve thought about this. Besides, don’t you just love him?”

You tilted your head towards the little kitten as it fluttered its eyes open and yawned. Joe couldn’t help but smile as he knelt down in front of you and his fingers stroked his grey fur. The panic expression on his face suddenly turned into a soft one. His eyes sparkling as he stared at the kitten.

“His name is Ralph.” An amused smile tugged on your lips as soon as you saw Joe gazed up at you with wide eyes.

“Ralph?” His brows raised. “Like…”

“Yes,” You replied to the question that he was currently asking in his head. “Ralph from Timewasters.” 

“Why?” Joe couldn’t help but laugh. 

“Because I love Ralph, and c’mon…” You pouted your lips, tilting your head at Ralph. “Doesn’t he look like a Ralph?”

Joe barked out a small laugh, shaking his head. Joe knew that his role as Ralph in Timewasters was one of your favorites. 

Of course, you would name him that.

You watched as Ralph stretched his legs on your lap before reaching a paw towards Joe. You couldn’t help but softly chuckle at the fondness of your new kitten towards Joe already. 

“Looks like he loves you already.”

Joe sat next to you, taking Ralph in his arms and softly scratched his head with his fingers, making Ralph purr happily. You let out an approving hum and got up from the sofa and walked towards the kitchen to pour some milk for your new kitten. When you walked back into the living room, you found Joe doing a little baby talk to Ralph, and you stood by the doorway entertained at the little show that was in front of you. 

“You know, I’m now worried.” You said, setting the milk down on the floor.

Immediately, Ralph jumped off Joe’s lap and went straight for the milk as Joe smiled, watching his new little baby getting fed by you. 

“What are you worried about?” Joe asked.

“That you have now attached yourself to Ralph when two minutes ago, you were debating about his presence in this household.”

“Aw, darling.” Joe got up from the sofa, pulling you into his arms. “Are you jealous of the attention I’m giving to him?”

“Maybe.” You teased, staring into his chocolate button eyes.

“Don’t worry.” He pressed a soft kiss on your forehead. “You’re always going to be my number one.”

You felt your cheeks flushed as you chuckled softly, wrapping your arms around his neck. Joe leaned in to kiss you on the lips softly, making you smile through the kiss and pulled him close to you. Suddenly, Ralph’s tiny head started rubbing against your ankle and then at Joe’s, making the both of you pull away from the kiss. 

“Okay, I hope he won’t be in any interruption when I’m kissing you.” Joe said, picking up Ralph and holding him in his hand. 

Ralph was so tiny that he could literally fit in Joe’s hand. It was the most adorable thing you have ever seen. 

“Who knows, he might be cuddling with you tonight.” You joked.

Joe let out a soft hum as he gazed down at Ralph. “You can’t, okay? You need to respect boundaries around here.”

“Joe!” You laughed, shaking your head. 

“It’s true.”

Walking away, shaking your head in disbelief, you made your way into the kitchen to start preparing for dinner. Hearing the bathroom door closed, you figured Joe started freshening up. Ralph’s tiny meows echoed as he entered the kitchen and started rubbing his head against your leg and walked around it, trying his best to get your attention while you cooked dinner. 

“Okay, hold on.” You chuckled softly when Ralph continued to walk around your legs. 

You set the food on the table as soon as you finished cooking it and right before you could pick him up, Joe had already beaten you to it as Ralph rubbed his head against Joe’s hand, while he held him in his arms.

“Who knew you being a cat dad is kinda… hot.” You smiled. 

Joe let out a soft approving hum, one arm wrapped around your waist. “Am I a cat dad now?”

“I think so.” You laughed softly.

You leaned in to give him a kiss only for Ralph to put a paw right on your chest. For a small little guy, you could feel the pressure that he was putting on you. 

“See, that’s a problem.” Joe laughed, setting Ralph down on the floor. 

“That’s fine. I guess I have to share.” You grinned happily. 

The rest of the night was spent eating dinner, Ralph sitting on your lap and then switching to Joe’s lap again. Then, as you both washed the dishes, Ralph was sitting on top of the kitchen counter happily as he watched the both of you. It was sort of funny to you to think how earlier this afternoon, Joe was hesitant about having Ralph but a few hours later, he was literally attached to the kitten. 

It wasn’t until you freshened up and entered your bedroom when you found Joe asleep on his side of the bed already. You could tell he had a long day at work but there was something so adorable and surreal as you stood by the doorway for a moment and stared at him. His chest going up and down steadily, his eyes closed and Ralph asleep on his stomach. Joe’s hand had one on top of Ralph, while the other was underneath his head. 

They both looked peaceful.

“Won’t be cuddling with him tonight, huh?” You murmured under your breath sarcastically.

Although, you couldn’t help but admire the little family that was now in this household. Sliding yourself next to Joe and underneath the covers, you leaned in to give him a soft kiss on his cheek and a kiss on top of Ralph’s tiny head. 

You certainly could get used to this. 

The End.

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Stifled Rage

Ralph has a dirty little secret, and you’re more than happy to oblige his carnal needs.

Lace clings tightly to your heaving chest. “Please,” You beg. A maniacal boom of laughter fills the room. The hairs on your arms stand. “You are such a whore,” he mocks, staring down at you. From this angle, Ralph is towering over you. By day, he’s a timid little boy. He lets everyone speak over him. By night, he’s your master and he has full control. Your cunt aches for his touch. Ralph is an incredibly considerate lover, but he knew how you longed for him. He was going to drag it out as long as you could take.

“You know better, love, than to beg me. You’re making a fool of yourself. What makes you think you deserve to be fucked, anyhow?” He knit his brow and smacked his tongue against the inside of his teeth in an expression of pity for you. His perfectly placed hair glistened by the light of the candle at his bedside.

It’s been an hour of mental gymnastics. He hasn’t laid a finger on you. He won’t even let you touch him. “Now, tell me what it is you want.” He kneeled down to meet your eye. The soft touch of his index finger and thumb at your chin melts you into him. “So pathetic,” he mocked. “I want you to touch me, sir,” you whimper. “That’s daft, I’m touching you right now,” he teases, squeezing at your chin. You smile at the pressure. Your thighs squeeze together, eager for friction on your tortured core.

“May I please, sir, take you into my mouth?”, you wondered with wide eyes. Ralph unfastened the buttons of his shirt. His fleshy stomach and chest were glowing and milky. Your mouth watered at the cure of so much skin. “You’re so radge for me, kitten,” he hummed as he loosened his belt. “You really want to French me?”, he asked. You nodded your head and opened your mouth in desperation. You could feel the heat between your legs growing as his thick cock sprung free from his underpants. “I need it, sir,” you whined.

Slobber dropped to the floor from your open mouth. Your tongue fell past your bottom lip, beckoning him closer. His mouth opened slightly as he rubbed the head of his cock around your wet tongue. “Good girl,” Ralph grinned. Spit flung to your cheeks as he tapped himself against your tongue. He let out a guttural moan as you sealed your lips around his throbbing dick and swirled your tongue around the head. With a hiss, he slowly thrusted himself to the back of your throat. You fell back, gagging. This displeased Ralph greatly.

“Honestly,” he taunted, “if you can’t give me what I need, you may leave.” You gazed up at him, tears welling up. You choked back the sobs that burned in your chest. “Shall we try once more?”, he asked, rolling his eyes in annoyance. Desperately, you crawled back over to him and opened your mouth. This time, you held your breath and focused on controlling the muscles of your throat.

His balls slapped against your chin as Ralph fucked your throat. The sounds coming from him could only be described as animalistic. His perfectly manicured fingers wrapped up in your hair so Ralph could get a good grip on your head. His trembling legs all but gave out as you felt hot spurts of cum filling your throat. Without a second thought, you swallowed around his twitching cock.

When he finally removed himself from your pucker, Ralph grabbed both of your hands and pulled you up to stand. “Well done, my love,” he beamed, “now clean yourself up and prepare for dinner.” He placed a gentle kiss against your cheek and walked out of the room.

[kwistowee]

#that little scream JOSEPH QUINN as RALPH | TIMEWASTERS (2017)

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hi all, i made this ppt (for ppt night), specifically so my friends could learn about jq characters so they could write fics without having to watch every thing he's ever been in ever (a fine goal to be sure). As I too have not personally watched absolutely everything, I did extensive research and looked up detailed summaries of everything here so I could provide an overview, but there may still be errors and I apologize in advance!!

also a shoutout to @mypoisonedvine and @quinnsbower for creating and popularizing a name so good that it has been adopted into the fanon for the character and i included it in my crash course. amazing work besties

edit: I updated the billy knight slide to include more information and to remove a joke I felt was insensitive on that character's slide

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Eddie Munson

Steve Harrington

Rafe Cameron

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Eddie watching his gf stim

Eddie said sit on it

Obx daddy issues

I watch Scream for the plot

Subby lil Eddie

Joe🤝Joe

Eddie and Steve? Nah, Ghost and Konig

Eddie in a ski mask

Cute stupid head Ed

I can take them both (not in a fight)

Steve’s predator stare

If Billy was in Queen of the Damned

We all wanna sit on Keerys lap

Daddy Steve vibes

Head? Head.

Hybrid puppy Ralph vibes

Joes an ass man

Billy loves Steve’s eye contact

Joe calls Dacre mommy

Cocky Keery

Let Quinn take you to a bad place too

Arthur can’t take the pressure

Arthur deserves a good ride

Sweaty Ed

Joseph’s BBC

Eddie and corrupted princess vibes

Eddie soundgasm

Rockstar Eddie’s f*ck song

Looks can be deceiving Mr. Keery

Oh yes Rio

Steve Harrington? No, Steve Gallagher

Dacres fine like wine

Twitter links

Put a knife in me Rory

Rafe can handle it

Mommy Nancy

Damon’s words get you wet

Big boy Hopper

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Riding Steve’s thick limbs

Eddie whoppin yo ass

Eddie say please?

Steddie voices

Do it in the shower Billy

Spencer is a womanizer

Dacre can’t stop lookin at you

Eddie’s warning stare

You crawling to Eddie

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Steve grabbing Eddie’s ass

Eddie’s jeans..

Which Joe can you see

I need Billy and Eddie to wreck me

Joe reacting to a dirty text

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Your beautiful goofball Ed

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