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momentaryescape · 2 months

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Dad Bob Floyd

a/n- HAPPY VALENTINES DAY! I know its almost over, but college and work are a pain in the ass...hopefully I am able to post more this year, but I don't want to make any promises. Anyway me and my amazing friend @rewrittenreality here texting like a month ago about if the tgm dagger squad boys became dads, this is the result of that. I hope y'all enjoy.

Bob was over the moon when he found out you found out you were pregnant. He would surprise you with flowers and a gift for your baby. When he found out that you would be having a girl we went into full girl-dad mode. He found matching outfits for the three of you to all match with once the baby was born.

The day your baby was born Bob couldn't stop smiling. The first time he held her, he looked like his life was complete. You walked in more times than you can count to him just staring at your daughter with all the love he had.

As she got older he learned how to do her hair in various styles, and would dress her so they could twin. When her favorite movie was the little mermaid he started calling her “Flounder” and it stuck. The dagger squad started calling her that too, leading to her being the first baby dagger squad member to get a callsign.

On her first day of school Bob woke up extra early to make her her favorite breakfast, and get her a small bouquet. And when it was time to drop her off you could swear that Bob cried more than her.

He would talk to your belly just like he did in your first pregnancy, which you swear is why she is a daddy's girls. But you didn’t mind, you loved your husband any your daughter more than anything else.

When you found out you were pregnant, and that it was another girl, you couldn't wait for Bob to find out. He was on deployment when you learned of the second Floyd baby. When he got home he looked confused at your daughter's shirt. It read “big sister”. When it clicked he looked back and forth between her shirt and you before pulling you into a tight hug. When you told him it was another little girl he told you he was excited to be a girl dad again. So the matching outfits were updated to include another baby. And just like before, when your younger daughter’s favorite movie was Zootopia, he started calling her “Bunny”.

Bob was meant to be a girl dad. He made sure to raise them with all the love possible. He told you everyday that you were the best thing to happen to him, and that you made him the happiest man in the world.

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bradshawswife · 2 years

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after the bar | b.f

“look what you do to me” prompt

description: Bob usually can keep it in his pants when you’re around, until this one night after the bar.

warnings: SMUT. a lot of it. dirty bob… mhmm. BOBFUCKS supremacy. minors DNI pls. masturbation, fingering. protected sex (piv), oral f & m! receiving.

pairing: bob floyd x fem!reader 🤍

a/n: goodbye this one shot has utterly consumed every braincell I have… (2 are on vacation, the 1 braincell left behind is struggling besties).

After another night of hanging out with your friends at the Hard Deck, you were sitting next to Bob. For the longest time, Bob has had a massive crush on you, he was just too shy to ever say anything about it. Everyone but you knew he had the hots for you. It was surprisingly obvious, but you had no idea the effect you had on him, especially in your short little sundresses you suddenly started wearing to the Hard Deck.

Ever since that first night you strutted in, with your short pink sundress swinging about, Bob knew he was done for. Every time you spun around it would slightly lift, not showing anything, but Bob’s thoughts ran wild. He always kept himself in check whenever he was in public, but when he got home? Oh well he was sitting on his bed jerking off to the thoughts of your sundress being bunched around your waist as you ride him. Or your pretty little mouth around his dick, with your tits practically falling out of the sundress.

He was embarrassed that he had these thoughts of you, but that didn’t stop him from relieving himself every night after he spent time with you. He groaned every time you mentioned going out with another guy, knowing they don’t deserve you. Hell, he’s not even sure he deserves you. You were the epitome of sunshine.

He thanked the lucky stars that Phoenix made you tag along with her to the bar one fateful night. He remembers his exact reaction the moment you walked through those doors, with your anxious smile hiding your bubbly personality. Bob was observing the bar as he usually does, when he noticed you.

He gulped back his water, hoping that would cool him down. Suddenly, the bar was 85 degrees hotter than it should’ve been and he could feel his cheeks burning up. He swore he sweat through his shirt, the moment you walked up to the group. As you were making the rounds of introductions, Bob was listening to the way your voice sounded, you had an accent of sorts.

Eventually, Phoenix brought you over to him. He felt the room start to spin as you smiled brightly at him. He extended his hand out to greet you, but you pulled him into a hug he would never forget. After that heavenly exchange, you noticed Bob left fairly quickly. Little did you know, he was taking care of himself in the bathroom. He was so embarrassed of himself but he couldn’t go home so soon, he had to get to know you more.

And that was the story of how you became the bane of Bob’s existence. Well, not really, but sexually yea. You became friends with Bob over the course of a few years. Eventually, you were apart of their group, without actually being a naval aviator. You tagged along on their hangouts, game nights, whatever the occasion was. You were friends with every one, because you were sunshine.

Thats how you got your honorary ‘callsign’, Sunshine. Bob mistakingly let it slide when he got drunk, which was the only time he had drank in front of you. Everyone teased you with it after that, and it just stuck.

Tonight, you nor Bob had any idea the night was going to turn out the way it did. Preparing for this night, you were trying on a bunch of different new outfits you splurged on. Texting each one to your groupchat with the squad in it, you were seeing which one got the most commotion. This was the first time you did this, and Bob was bewildered. Hangman was making flirty comments, along with Payback, and Coyote. Rooster was absent from the group chat, he never really talked much in it. Fanboy was sending thumbs up to each one, Phoenix was sending audio recordings of her whistling.

Bob liked every single outfit, until you sent a certain one. It was a baggy shirt tucked into a pretty tennis skirt. Bob nearly had an aneurysm. He sent two thumbs up to that one. You had been teasing Bob lately. Sort of developing a small crush on him, thinking he’d never like you back. You always thought he was the more kinder one of the group. He never said flirty remarks to get you to pay attention to him, which was all the more reason to notice him. It was fun flirting with the other boys, for fun. You didn’t notice how Bob would get insanely jealous because they knew he had the hots for you, and would flirt with you to just piss him right off.

So when you walked through that door in the outfit he got off to the most, his jaw dropped. Tonight was going to be different, he bet. Everyone whistled and hollered as you strolled in. You were wearing a different outfit from your usual sundress get up, which caused the reaction. You borrowed a pair of Rooster’s aviators to go along with the fit. Posing for everyone, Bob just stared intensely. You were wearing another mans aviators, which made him feel a different way.

The whole night, he was staring at the length of your skirt. Every time you got up, it would stick to the seat and you’d have to reposition it. Bob was holding back from staring at you as you bent over the pool table. You purposefully were right in front of him, so he got the best view. He had an inkling that you did that on purpose, but why would you of all people tease him? Why not Rooster, or Payback. They were much more “godlike” than him, he thought.

When you sat back down next to Bob, your legs touched. He was wearing cargo shorts, and you seen him hitch a breathe when the touch occurred, so you waited to see how long this would last. You spent the next few minutes with your knees touching, and eventually you scooted closer so the side of your body was pressed right against his side. This was just torture to him, and know it became abundantly clear you were doing this on purpose. After a few torturous moments, Bob worked up enough courage to whisper in your ear.

“Can I talk to you outside for a second?” he asks, softly. You nod and he retreats outside. You waited a minute, then got up to join him. He was leaned against the bar wall, not noticing you walked out for a second before his face went soft.

“What are you doing?” he asked, facing towards you as you leaned yourself against the wall.

“What do you mean what am I doing?” you smirk lightly. Oh this is a game to you isn’t it, he thought. Of course you were torturing him, as if you not doing this wasn’t enough for him.

“You know what you’re doing, pretty girl” he smiles, pushing himself off the wall, moving towards you. He’s now a step or two away from you, directly in front, staring down into your eyes. You had the prettiest eyes, and the softest face imaginable.

Your breath hitches as you go to open your mouth, only for Bob to move in closer, leaning his right hand next to your head. You quickly closed your mouth, biting your lip as his pretty blue eyes turned dark. You peered down to avoid his devilish look in his eyes, to notice his hard on in his shorts. You quickly, and innocently looked back up, hitching your breath once more.

He leans in, catching a whiff of your shampoo. Smelled of coconut and vanilla. Of course this was turning him on even more, especially when you whimpered as he got close.

“Look what you do to me” he whispers, in a deeper voice than usual, right into your ear. You can feel yourself soaking through your white lace underwear. You chose to wear a matching white lace set, for no special reason. If you weren't already soaked to the core, you sure were now.

"I had no idea I had such an e-effect on you," you say, shooting a small smile. You move your hand out to touch his chest, slowly moving your hand further down. Bob is quick to stop you, before you make him lose his mind in public tonight.

"We're going home," he says in a deep voice, with his hand tightly around your wrist, "NOW." he adds. He drags you to his car, abandoning yours. Bob would end up getting someone to retrieve it for you at a later point, but that car was the least of his problems tonight.

As he opens the door and gestures you inside the passenger side, you place a kiss on his cheek. He gets all red and flustered, even more than he was before. The whole way home his hand was your thigh, slowly inching up. You had been teasing Bob all night, so now it was his turn. His time to show you who’s really in charge here.

As soon as Bob pulls into his driveway, he’s leaned over, one hand on your neck, the other is pushing against your damp panties. The sounds you were spilling out were like music notes to his ears.

“So wet already huh? I’ve barely touched you.” he grunts, sliding your panties to the side as he drags his digits through your slick folds. Once he makes his way to your clit, you’re a moaning mess.

“Look what you do to me” you mock his earlier comment, throwing your head back as he quickly inserts two fingers.

“I will have none of that attitude sweet girl” he mutters against your neck as he keeps pumping his digits in and out of you. Wet noises are filling his truck, along with the pretty little sounds coming out of you, that Bob loves so much. His mouth is all over your jaw, and your neck, also your collarbone. You were completely melted against the seat he was pushing you into. As soon as you felt that familiar feeling start to form in your stomach, you clenched your walls around Bobs large fingers. He knew you were close, and quickly pulled them out.

“No no no” you moaned out, wincing at the loss of contact. As much as Bob wanted to see you come undone on his fingers so easily, he wanted to tease you.

“Patience” he ordered. He licked his fingers clean of your juices, then proceeded to get out. He jogged over to your door, and saw your legs were jelly as you jumped out of the truck. “Need help my love?” he laughs. You nod slowly, and within seconds he’s swept you up bridal style as he kicks his truck door closed. Making way to his front porch, you’ve moved your mouth onto his neck, driving him crazy. You found a soft spot that made Bob weak in the knees, teasing with your tongue.

As soon as Bob got the door open, after minutes of fumbling the keys because you were still using the weak spot to your advantage, he quickly closed the door. Within a mere seconds, your legs were on the ground, and you were pinned against the door. His knee was shifting your thighs apart, as you buckled your hips onto his thigh, begging for any friction.

“Needy little girl,” he groans against your collarbone. Your hands found their way from his back, up to his hair. Giving little tugs on his hair, Bob was melting. He quickly hoisted you flush against him, with your legs wrapped around his waist. As he’s carrying you to his bedroom, he’s unhooking your bra, you begin giggling at how smooth it was, and he just sighs into your neck.

The moment he got to his bed, Bob threw you down. “Are you sure you want this?” he asked, making sure you weren’t regretting it. “100% su-“ you try to say, before his lips are on yours. He’s making use of his hands, tearing your clothes off piece by piece. Grinding into your core to find friction. You’re like a couple of horny teenagers making out right now.

You were painfully aware of how naked you were, and how clothed Bob was. Once you both came up for air, he scooted you towards the edge of the bed while he dropped to his knees. He was painfully hard behind his shorts, one hand cupping his dick through them. The other hand was circling your clit, while he dived right in. Licking up and down, in through your core. Occasionally he would switch between sticking 2 fingers in you, while sucking on your clit.

The noises you were expelling were some of the best he has ever heard. You were so needy for him, and he loved that. Whatever he imagined while getting off alone? Not even half as good as this. “Oh god please please” you moan out, feeling yourself reach your climax once again.

“Beg more, sweet girl” Bob groaned against your cunt. The vibrations were sending you overboard, along with his fingers and mouth.

“Oh please, sir.” you suddenly blurt out. Bob momentarily stops, readjusting himself as somehow he’s become even more hard. All of a sudden, it was like a light switch was flicked. Bob sped up what he was doing, acting like a starved man. Clearly he had a sir kink (oooo boy).

“Yes baby, come on,” he groans, “come for me” he moans out as you come undone. Your head is thrown back and your eyes are in the back of your head. This was easily the best orgasm you’ve ever had. Bob quickly sits up from the ground, face glistening in the light, licking his lips.

As you were laying there in a daze, Bob quickly took off his shirt, and fumbled with his shorts, searching for a condom in his nightstand drawer. He finally found one, but before he could get it on, you sat up and pulled his boxers down, revealing his length, and my god was he HUGE.

“Oh god” he moans out as you take his length in your hand. Slowly pumping him, you swirl your tongue around his tip, moving the pre cum that was leaking out. He had to brace himself by holding one hand on to the headboard. The other hand was getting tangled in your soft hair. You took most of his length in your mouth, eliciting the hottest groans from him. He ever so slowly used his grip on your pretty little head to push you further, causing you to gag.

“Oh fuck sweet girl, just like that” he muttered out, nearly losing his balance as you were bringing him to his own climax. He quickly stopped you before he could finish, as much as he wanted to finish on your face, or in your mouth, he needed to feel you. You licked your lips as he was putting on the condom, hissing at the sensitivity.

You lean back on the bed, peering up at him through your eyelashes as he lined himself up, hoisting your legs around his waist. He slowly pushed in, getting you used to the length. It was a fair stretch, causing you to feel pain and pleasure. Once you were adjusted, you were practically crying, begging him to move.

“Bobby, please move.” you begged, seeing him smirk lightly. He moved one of his hands to your throat, gripping slightly. You hitched your breath as he slowly pulled himself out, only to ram back into you, his grip on your neck tightening. The sounds coming out of the both of you was pornographic.

His thrusts were heavenly, especially when he lowered himself onto you, bare skin touching. His hand was on your throat, his mouth was rotating from your lips, to your jaw, over to your neck, across your collarbone, slightly messing with your breasts, then back up to your lips again to continue the cycle.

You tied your ankles around his waist, pushing him deeper into you, hitting your sweet spot. This caused the most beautiful moan to come out of your mouth. Bob knew he hit the spot, and kept hitting it over and over again until you came on his dick. Feeling your walls clench around him was enough to also send him through his climax. You both laid there, panting, trying to gather your breath. He gripped your neck so tight at one point there were slight bruises.

After a few minutes pass, and both of your breathing has been regulated, Bob slowly removes himself from you. The loss of contact and fullness is devastating, feeling empty now. He quickly hurries to the bathroom to get a damp washcloth, also discarding his full condom. He returns moments later to clean you up, and find you comfy clothes. He settles on his old navy t-shirt. He helps it over your head, and pulls back his comforter to get you settled in bed.

Once he’s decent himself, he’s joined you, cuddling up behind you. “You did so good my love” he mumbles into your hair, pressing kisses to the top of your head. You turn around and nuzzle into his chest, resulting in him to pull you even closer. Within a few minutes, you’re fast asleep on his arm, with his other one draped around your waist. He’s never seen a more perfect sight.

Confident you can’t hear him, he starts rambling quietly. “I’ve loved you for so long,” he starts, playing with your hair, “I thank my lucky stars you walked into my life that day at the bar.” he places one more kiss to your head, and dozes off.

You did hear him. You will never forget those words.

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otiksimr · 4 months

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(I'm having trouble thinking of someone to submit to the horrors BUT!!! I find the concept vey cool so...

Would you be willing to share one/some of your OC's?

I might not be able to show them the horrors, but I may be able to give them an icecream or a scarf ^^

I shall entrust you with my dear ol' son.

He is quite precious and fragile, handle with care :)

#My son who happens to be an eldritch horror in disguise <3 #Kos speaks #I only have this meme but heeyyy it's fiiinnnee #Bob my Beloved

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onceuponagalaxyfarfaraway · 10 months

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"He seems clearly upset by the fact his spine is broken." BAHAHA

#bob my beloved #dungeons and drag queens

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heythereimashley · 11 months

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I can't with him in those glasses and these suits are you kidding

#alfred molina #feud #bob my beloved

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randalsgrave · 7 months

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Why tf does no one tell you that writing smut is like trying to choreograph a goddamn dance number. Who goes where who does what when does so-and-so do this or that JESUS CHRIST

(And yes, that means what you think it means, TGM fandom.)

#randal rants #smut #top gun maverick #robert bob floyd #bob floyd #lewis pullman #bob my beloved #fanfiction

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lunamonkeypower · 1 year

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Yes i put white line on Bob hair it looks nice

#bob velseb x reader #bob velseb #spooky month #sm skid #bob my beloved #spooky month bob #digital art

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lewmagoo · 2 years

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There’s so many good options I wanna request so many different ones

“Let me hear you make that sound again” with Bob

hear me out: bob is the king of body worship

bob loved exploring your body. it was fascinating, really, just how in awe of you he was. he’d memorized every last inch of you. ever dip, ever curve. every dimple, every imperfection (which he insisted were actually perfect). he took his time with you. and it wasn’t even that he purposely wanted to tease you, because that wasn’t the point. he truly just enjoyed exploring, and sometimes, it got you a little frustrated, and pushed you to beg for him. and each time, at your breathless plea to “stop teasing me, bobby”, he’d come up blushing, a sheepish smile on his face as he apologized. and this time around, it was no different. he’d been taking his sweet time with you, open mouthed kisses left across your soft breasts, down your tummy, over your thighs. every last inch of you, except where you needed him most.

his fingers traveled, too. brushing over hardened nipples, and skin that he’d kissed until you were too sensitive to handle more. when he finally settled between your legs, you were seconds away from pleading with him to do something, anything. he tenderly parted your folds, admiring the most intimate part of you. you glistened in the low light, and he could see how your need had dripped down to the sheets below. he groaned lowly, and without warning, he shunted his middle and ring fingers into you, crooking them upwards and immediately locating that spot that made you see stars. it pulled the most salacious of moans from you. but really, it was more like a broken, pleasured wail. bob had never heard you make a sound like that before, he looked up at you, eyes wide, cheeks pink. you were about to apologize, but he was hovering over you in seconds, pushing his fingers deeper. “that feel good?” he softly asked. when you nodded, he continued. “let me hear you make that sound again. sing for me, my sweet. wanna hear all those pretty noises.” and sing for him, you did. until he’d wrung every last orgasm he could out of you. until you lay boneless and breathless against the bed. you keened and moaned and cried for him. and he swore, it was the most beautiful symphony he’d ever heard.

smut prompts

#asks #bob floyd smut #bob floyd x reader #bob my beloved

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isieoop · 1 year

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Bobby boy beach Bob

this took a while, I didn't mind though🥲

#top gun maverick #top gun #tgm #robert floyd #robert bob floyd #bob my beloved #hes so babygirl #im crying this turned out so good #lewis pullman #tgm art #top gun fan art

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bradshawswife · 2 years

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passenger door | b.f

inspired by this thought of fanboy. It just screamed at me

description: bob was raised by his lovely mother, and is ever the gentleman, always.

warnings: FLUFF. Like teeth rotting, heart aching fluff.

pairing: bob floyd x fem!reader

a/n: there may be a part two to this, whether it stay on this pure fluff track, or turn to smutty? we'll see. Mwah I hope yall love it.

Bob was raised by his mother, and was surrounded by 3 sisters, 1 older, and 2 younger. There was no doubt in anyone's mind that Bob was a true and honest gentleman.

He hasn't had many opportunities to prove just how much of a gentleman he was, until he met you.

He was stationed back in San Diego for the special detachment. As he was sitting at the Hard Deck, taking in his scenery, observing all the naval aviators, there you appear, as if an angel had fallen from heaven.

You walked out of the San Diego heat, into a much chillier atmosphere, the bar your sister suggested for the night. Walking shoulder to shoulder in with her, gasping at the refreshing A/C. You weren't used to California heat yet, despite living here for a few months. You originally lived in the Midwest, in a more cooler climate.

You don't notice Bob hidden away in the corner, completely and utterly amazed at the way your hair moved when you walked, the way your sundress flowed at every stride. You don't notice him until you accidently run into his chair, spilling your drink on his khakis.

"Oh shit I'm so so sorry" you giggle. He looks so red and embarrassed, as you're practically touching him. He can smell your perfume, or is it your shampoo, it's a beautiful coconut smell.

He's pulled out of his thoughts when you grip his shoulder, practically melting at the touch. "It's more than alright ma'am." he says, shyly. Moving his hands to try and dry off the wet spot on his khakis. "Are you okay?" he asks, noticing how this altercation happened.

"More than fine, just clumsy s'all." you quickly blurt out. "What are you doing distanced from your friends?" you ask, pointing towards the other people in khakis. You're putting the pieces together that he's in the navy.

"Don't like the commotion," he chuckles, which makes your heart grow warm.

"I'm Y/N by the way, yourself?" you question, now sitting beside him.

Bob is completely taken aback, he figured you would've scooted off to your friends or whoever you were here for. No one ever sat next to him in bars.

"I'm Bob" he mutters, staring at his cup, nervous beyond belief.

"You don't have to be shy with me, Bobby" you grin. He flashes his head up at the nickname. No one besides his sisters have ever called him anything but Bob. His reaction to the nickname doesn't go unnoticed, you make a mental note of it.

"Well alright then darlin'" he spurts out. You giggle at the hint of his southern accent. You do love a good country boy.

A few hours go by, and you're still sitting in the same stool, chatting away with Bobby. His friends have noticed him come out of his shell, talking way more than usual, ever since you sat next to him. They all had little bets on if he was going to make a move, or take you home tonight.

"It's getting quite late," you say, peering around looking for your sister. You totally abandoned your sister, but halfway through the night she noticed you were huddled in the corner with a cute sailor. She left about 20 minutes after, knowing you'd probably get a ride from the nerdy, yet kind looking gentleman. "I don't see my sister anywhere." you finish, voice cracking.

"I-I could drive y-you home?" Bob asks, scanning your face for a reaction, when he sees you start to smile. "If you want, of course" he adds.

"I would love nothing more, Bobby" giggling at his reaction once again as you grab his wrists. He was shocked you were dragging him out of the bar, turning slightly around to wave goodbye to his friends. They all sighed, handing over money to the respective winners of the "Will Bob take home the girl?" bet.

He points to his car the moment you two get outside, and you drag him to the car. He jolts in front of you before you're able to touch the passenger door handle. He opens the door for you, earning you a jaw-drop reaction.

"Ever the gentleman," you giggle, pressing a kiss to his cheek.

"My mama would kill me if I didn't" he says, smiling at the kiss. His cheeks are embarrassingly red. "She made me promise a lady would never have to open her own door, as long as I'm there." he added. You blushed as you got into his car. After he closed your door, he jogged his way over to his door, and got into the drivers seat.

About 10 minutes into the drive, he wanted to put his hand on your thigh. They looked delicious sitting there, with your sundress just lightly spewed on them. He just kept his hand on the gear shift and the wheel. About halfway through the drive, you put your hand overtop his on the gearshift.

He knew right then you were going to be the death of him.

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