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to-the-stars8 · 17 days

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The Wayne's Nanny

Batfamily and Reader/ Bruce Wayne x Reader Chapters Ao3

9 to 5 (Metaphorically)

You had been working for Bruce Wayne for two weeks, and could for sure say that the kids were sweet, though a little out of touch with reality. Whether that was due to their father being the absolute weirdest man on the planet or from how rich they were— You didn’t know. Nonetheless, the days were long and tiresome. You wondered how you ever got through it.

8:15

First and foremost, you had to get up extremely early to see the kids off to school.

You fixed Cassandra’s headband on her head, making sure she looked perfect, before moving to fix Duke’s tie. Turning on your heel, your pink bathrobe swaying as you did, you quickly stopped Tim from pulling Jason’s hair.

“What did I tell you about pulling hair, Timothy Jackson Drake?” You put your hands on your hips.

With pink cheeks, he mumbled, “That karma will make me bald.”

“That’s right, and the last thing we want is to look like Lex Luthor, right kids?”

“Right!” They all mumbled.

Upon his approach, Mr. Wayne seemed pleased with how you managed the kids, even if it was in a less-than-professional way. When you fully turned your attention to him, you grinned, showing off his children. They looked good and healthy—Just as they did before your arrival, the only difference was that he wasn’t as tired.

“Okay, sweet babies, give daddy a kiss before Alfred takes you to school,” You ushered the kids toward their father.

Dick offhandedly said to Alfred, “Did I miss the wedding?” You lightly swatted the back of his head while Bruce was kissing the other children goodbye.

Slowly, the kids trickled out of the door, all of them saying goodbye over their shoulders. Now, you were left alone with Bruce and Damian, who sat securely on his hip.

The moment you turned to the two of them, Damian broke out into a bashful smile. You cooed to him, calling him the sweetest boy on the planet. Finally, you noticed Mr. Wayne again, “You should just leave him here with me. We’ll have such a fun time, huh, buddy?”

Bruce smiled at his boy, pushing his black locks back before addressing you. “No doubt, but I want him to socialize with other kids. The preschool at work is a fine one, too, and today is ice cream day.”

“Oh, my, then don’t let me hold you back! Let me get a kiss real quick,” A surprised look crossed Bruce’s face, but he slowly started to lean his cheek toward you. You swatted him away, making Damian giggle. “Not you!” You blew a raspberry against the boy’s cheek, causing a shrill laugh.

Before you could just snatch the little boy from his father’s grasp so he could stay with you, Bruce adjusted him on his hip before addressing you again. “You have enough to do for the day?”

You waved a dismissive hand at him, most of your attention still on Damian. “Oh, sure, my schedule is booked.”

9:50

Secondly, you made yourself presentable.

No one wants to see their employee running around in their slippers and bathrobes—Plus, Bruce already got onto about not dressing appropriately when some company had come over earlier that week. Luckily, being employed by one of the richest men in Gotham meant one thing; You could finally afford the champagne taste you had.

The only drawback? Beauty took time, so you spent a good chunk of the morning just making yourself ready to be ready.

You had to go through your entire skincare routine (of course, after lounging around in the big bathtub with the jets) before you finally went to your closet to pick out your clothes. Once you had something you decided did finally move on to your makeup. Not that you needed any, you thought, but there was no harm in adding beauty to beauty.

Eventually, the process of actually looking presentable came to a close and lunch was just around the corner. So, getting up, you looked at yourself one more time.

It was hard work being beautiful, but, damn it all, if you didn’t do a good job of it.

11:45

Of course, after you got ready you had to eat something, so, while Alfred meal prepped dinner, you sat while dishing out all the latest gossip.

As you shuffled a sandwich in your mouth, he told you all about Mr. Wayne’s previous relationship with someone named Selina and how it ended in absolute heartbreak. Supposedly, Bruce had been so heartbroken that he could hardly get out of bed and remained a recluse for months afterward. Alfred’s words, not yours.

“Oh, so not much has changed?” You asked, cocking an eyebrow.

Alfred tried to hold back a laugh and leaned forward to quietly add, “This was three years ago.”

You smiled. “So I was right, not much has changed!"

Alfred snickered, turning to peel some more potatoes, and you took the opportunity to tell him your woes with love. It was a deep, tragic tale that could jerk the tears from any eye.

Except for Alfred’s, apparently.

When you were done, he filled you in on an even better story. One about the richest of the rich in Gotham, and every word he said had you hanging on by a thread. If you hadn’t met Alfred before, you would have never guessed that he was the kind of man to eavesdrop or have a big mouth. But, damn, if you weren’t thankful for it.

It certainly was the most entertaining and interesting part of your job.

1:30

After lunch came the hardest tasks. Usually, you cleaned the gaming room for the kids, did some laundry—mainly yours since the kids’ clothes were already washed— and watched TV. Again, it was all in a day’s work.

After vacuuming the rugs, you put away the kids’ toys, wondering momentarily just how much money Mr. Wayne spent on them. Looking at the designer clothes they wore, the latest toys, and gaming devices, you assumed it was well more than what you made in a year. When you had enough of staring at their expensive toys, you ventured into the laundry room.

Luckily, there wasn't a lot to wash, only some towels along with Dickie’s gymnastics clothes. When you had done the last load, you found yourself settling into one of the lounge chairs in the movie room.

This was your favorite part of the day, where it lulled just enough for you to relax again. The kids wouldn’t be home for another hour due to traffic, so you had to whole place to yourself.

Alfred sometimes joined you with a bowl of popcorn, but, since it was so close to picking up the kids from school he had to opt-out. At home, you would have been watching one of those usual daytime soaps, but Alfie had started to put you on EastEnders—claiming it was better than any other trash American daytime TV show. It was only after one character had a whole dramatic flare over the smallest inconvenience, did you started to see why it was his, and Bruce’s too, favorite show. He made you watch so much of it that you had started to pick up some of the British slang, which did not amuse him or Mr. Wayne.

You watched until an idea popped into your head. The kids would be hungry once they got home, as they usually were, so you decided it would be nice to make them their special snacks.

Happily, you put it all together, and, when the kids came home, you were excited to see their reaction.

3:45

It was almost like clockwork the way they always managed to arrive home exactly at the same time every day.

You greet all of them with a big hug as you tell them about the treats they had waiting in the dining room. Excited, they were pleased to see that, while Alfred was out picking them up, you had gone out of your way to make their favorite treats.

Tim grabbed his plate and exclaimed loudly that you were by far the best nanny they ever had. A few of the other kids agreed, and you tried to not let it go to your head so quickly. Yet, you couldn’t find it in yourself to disagree with them.

They told you all about school, which, ultimately, just turned into a PG gossiping session. Tim told you all about this one kid, who was almost two years older than him, who always called him names and pulled his hair. Almost instantly, based on the last little detail, did you figure it out. Turning around, you looked at the second eldest Wayne who, despite being so sweet, could be devious and a little mean from time to time.

“Jason Peter Todd, you need to stop being mean to your brother. And what did I say about hair-pulling? At your age, you should know better!”

Jason gasped, looking around to gain some sympathy. “Why do you think it’s me?”

You cocked an eyebrow and that’s what made the cookie crumble. He confessed that maybe it was him and that he wouldn’t do it again. The rest of the table took their time calling him the future Lex Luthor, much to his annoyance.

You thought yourself lucky to be the nanny of such sweet kids, even if they were a bit weird. It brought back some happiness in your life that you didn’t know you were missing.

As the plates started to stack, you clapped your hands together and said, “Alright kiddos, once you’re done with your snacks, get your homework out. The faster you get it done, the faster we can all go play games.”

5:00

Finally, Mr. Wayne came home.

When he did, the entire house seemed to be in a clamor to get to him first. At least, the younger ones did. Dick and Cassandra seemed more interested if he had brought home any treats for them. When there was none, they turned on their heels and retreated into their respective tasks. That didn’t seem to discourage him though, and he was almost playful with the rest of the children.

When Bruce had thrown Duke over one shoulder and Tim over the other as Jason trailed after them, you took Damian. He had a pout on his lips, and tears in the corner of his eyes. When you asked him what was wrong, Damian informed you that ice cream day had been canceled because, in his words, the teachers were mean.

“Fair enough,” You said, taking him to the kitchen. “How about this, we get some ice cream and watch some TV, huh?”

Damian was close to crying, probably just as exhausted from the day as you were, but nodded his head. You gave him another kiss and let him rest his head on your shoulder. After you plucked a little ice cream sandwich from the fridge, the two of you went to join the rest of the family in the gaming room.

Bruce was there, tie and jacket abandoned, sitting on the couch playing Dick in Mortal Kombat. It didn’t look like Mr. Wayne knew exactly how to play, but he was getting the hang of it. Now and then, when there was a particular point he didn’t understand, Duke, being the sweetest yet odd kid ever, whispered to him what to do. Why a six-year-old knew how to play a game he was far too young for, you didn’t know.

Looking down at Damian, it was clear to see just how sleepy he was and you started to get up to put him in his room when Alfred stopped you. He offered to take the boy up and gestured over to Cassandra, who was looking at you with her big brown eyes.

“Hello, sweet girl,” You said as soon as Damian was gone.

Cassandra, who was sitting on the floor with a ballerina Barbie in hand, walked on her knees over to you. “Can you braid my hair?”

You grinned, looking at her pretty black hair. It was short, cut just below her shoulder, but you could make something work. She plopped down right in front of you and immediately you began to play with her hair.

Amidst playing his game, Mr. Wayne looked over in your direction to admire you and Cassandra. When you caught his eye, you winked and smiled. Bashfully, he looked back at the game. Unfortunately for him, Tim saw the whole interaction and started to loudly poke fun at his father.

Ultimately, that’s how the day went. It was a lot of work, and, again, you didn’t know how you did it. Yet, you were glad that it almost always ended so happily.

It wasn’t exactly a nine-to-five—It was better.

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morganbritton132 · 1 year

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I really think Eddie would propose to Steve every time they go to a restaurant just to get free dessert

because this man is a menace

Oh man, he would’ve only started doing it after gay marriage was legalized too.

It’s romantic when Eddie tells the waitress at Enzo’s that it’s Steve’s birthday for free tiramisu. It’s their one-year anniversary and even though they can barely afford the meal, Eddie insists that they go. He makes the reservation months in advance, saves up all his money, and even dusts off Wayne’s one good suit so he looks nice.

His car battery unexpectedly dies a few days before and Eddie kinda already knows that he isn’t going to be able to afford the meal and dessert, but he is going to make damn sure Steve gets his fancy Italian cake. And he does, after a whole song and dance that colors Steve’s face pink.

Steve gets the last laugh when it turns out Eddie doesn’t like the coffee flavor of the tiramisu.

It’s sweet when Eddie accompanies him and Hopper to a specialist Dr. Owens recommended for Steve’s worsening symptoms. It’s sweet when Eddie holds his hand while they wait for results and sweeter when he insists in all his grand Eddie Munson fashion that today actually is Steve’s birthday and he deserves – nay, it is his god given right as a hero of this goddamn country - to have cherry jell-o.

It’s cute when on that same trip, Eddie lies to the hotel staff that Steve just got engaged so they’d send complimentary champagne and chocolate covered strawberries up to their room (though they were bunking with Hopper so not too romantic).

It’s funny when Eddie tells every restaurant they stop at in every city they visit that it’s Steve’s birthday so they can get free ice cream when they’re twenty-somethings traveling the world on a nationwide tour.

It’s so fucking embarrassing when, for no reason other than his own amusement, Eddie tells their waitress that they’re waiting for Steve’s girlfriend to arrive. He says that Steve is going to propose and Eddie is there to capture the moment on his camera, and could they have champagne ready for when she gets there?

No one arrives because there is no girlfriend, no ring, no proposal, and the restaurant staff keep giving Steve sad sympathetic looks. Eddie spends the entire night laughing his ass off and is pleased as punch when the restaurant gives them the champagne for free.

The first time Eddie gets down on one knee at a restaurant, they’ve been legally married for sixteen days. They are not teenagers anymore. They are in their forties but Steve can’t even find it in himself to be mortified at all the people staring at them because Eddie is asking him to marry him (again) and Steve wants to (again). They get a round of applause and a free chocolate cake.

The second time Eddie does it, Steve threatens to kill him. Eddie asks ‘but you’ll marry me’ and Steve angrily says ‘yes, of course, duh.’ They get side-eyed and peach cobbler.

The fifth time Eddie gets down on one knee in the middle of a restaurant, Steve cuts him off half way and says, “Sir, this is a business meeting. I am your co-worker.”

#love the thought that both the Enzo staff and the nurse at the hospital know when Steve’s birthday is but humors Eddie because he’s clearly #putting in a lot of effort to get Steve a dessert #eddie munson tiktok saga #steve harrington #eddie munson

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lordprettyflackotara · 7 days

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Mr. Right || Colby Brock || Part two

smut, 18+, minors dni

a/n: colby’s new mustache has got to go😭 enjoy!

Colby wasn’t sure if you were going to show.

He sat anxiously on the end of the hotel bed, tapping his foot. To the left of him was a bucket of ice with a new bottle of champagne on top, one he bought just for you.

It was admittedly expensive, but he wanted to do anything and everything to impress you.

You were a goddess to him, a bite of forbidden fruit he was never meant to taste.

Yet your curves, your whimpers.

They invaded his mind like a plague.

He couldn’t stop thinking of you. All of the filthy things he wanted to do to you.

Colby realized as he pumped his cock to the fantasy of you that all he wanted was to make you feel good.

And tonight he had every intention of doing so.

Your knocking on the door snapped him out of his thoughts, the brunette rushing to greet you.

He opened the door, hardly having a moment to glance at you before you darted inside. Colby raised an eyebrow, leaning out of the door frame. He looked both ways, ensuring no one was around.

You were silently impressed that Colby had such a fine taste for hotel rooms, considering his taste in clothing didn’t depict wealth.

“I purposefully chose a floor with no cameras to put you at ease,” Colby mentioned, shutting and locking the door behind him. You set your purse aside, sliding off your heels. You kept a calm exterior on purpose, not wanting to seem too excited or nervous about the entire ordeal.

You were sure that you weren’t Colby’s only girl and you didn’t want to leave the impression you were too needy.

“Out of context that sounds like you’re a serial killer you know,” You tease sarcastically, unbuttoning your blouse.

Colby’s eyes focused on you, soaking in your figure. A charcoal pencil skirt hugged your hips and a white button up shirt concealed your breast. He watched as your small fingers undid the buttons. You appeared to be just as eager as he was, even if you tried harder to hide it. He almost wanted to question the business get up, since he had figured you were a trophy wife.

He decided to push the thought out of his mind, deciding he would ask you later.

“I’ve been thinking about you all week,” Colby purred, striding over to you. You blushed at his sweet words, shrugging your blouse off and discarding it onto the floor. You wrapped your arms around his neck as he towered over you, meeting his gaze. The energy in the room seemed to shift, your body becoming putty under his mere touch.

“You can do whatever you want to me, i’ll be good for you,” You whispered. Your words made Colby go borderline feral, his lips smashing into yours as his hands found your waist. He picked you up with ease, your legs wrapping around his waist out of instinct. He couldn’t get enough of your lips, your soft pink lips doing charity by dancing against his.

Fuck, you had no idea what you did to him.

His hands snaked down to your ass, readjusting you higher onto him. He lifted up your skirt, the fabric audibly ripping. You gasped and pulled away. “Colby! Those were calvin klein!” You whined, hitting his chest. In a swift motion he tossed you onto the bed, shoving your tattered skirt down your legs. “I’ll buy you a new one. Ten of them in every color if that’s what you want,” Colby panted. His boner was rubbing against the harsh fabric of his jeans, not making his feral thoughts subside any faster.

“But what I want right now, is for you to do as I say. Can you do that?” Colby asked. You nodded shyly, your face a visible light tint of pink. Colby grabbed your legs, dragging you to the end of the bed. He briefly glanced over at the bucket of champagne, forgetting it was there. A light bulb popped over his head, a devious smirk dancing across his legs. “Take off your bra and panties, let me see your body baby,” Colby told you.

You were so obedient it drove him insane, watching you scramble to obey his every command. Your panties and bra were discarded in seconds, Colby quickly taking note of the white lacey matching set you wore for him. He began to undo his tie, your curious eyes watching him closely. “Close your eyes for me,” He whispered, his voice deeper than usual. You nodded and did as instructed without question.

Something about Colby fascinated you. It wasn’t the lustful thoughts or the sinful fantasies.It was the simple fact that despite only having met a week ago, you trusted him entirely. It was as if he could read your mind. He paid close attention to your body and reactions, practically reading your mind. You couldn’t describe the feeling, the notion itself completely absurd.

But as Colby wrapped his tie around your eyes, blindfolding you, you knew these thoughts to be true.

“Lay back for me and stay still, can you do that?”

Colby reached into the bucket of champagne, pulling out an ice cube.

“Yes sir,”

You laid your back onto the soft comforter, spreading your legs.

Colby took a good five seconds to admire your body, before leaning forward. He brought the ice cube to your left nipple, the sensation causing you to jerk forward. “I thought I told you to stay still?” Colby asked mockingly. Your nipple hardened under the sensation of the ice cube, a whimper escaping your lips. “Sorry sir,” You mumbled. Colby switched the ice cube to your right nipple, popping your left breast into his mouth.

His mouth was warm, the sensation making you squirm beneath him as your other nipple hardened. You could feel the wetness growing between your thighs, your cheeks flushing a deeper pink as his tongue swirled around the bud. You were all hot and bothered over an ice cube.

The humiliation had fully crashed down over you as your hips bucked upwards, begging for friction. He released your breast with a pop, the cool air making you shiver. “Needy aren’t we?” Colby teased. He kissed down your stomach, dragging the ice cube after his strip of kisses. “Colby-” You groaned, throwing your head back. He hovered over your cunt, looking up at you.

“Hmm?”

“S-so c-cold,” You stuttered, goosebumps spreading across your skin.

Colby chuckled as he ran the ice cube down to your folds. You whimpered as he ran it up and down your thigh, before opening your folds and placing it on your clit. Your hips jolted forward, his other arm holding you in place. “You can take it, yeah? Wanna be good for me?” Colby asked. He studied your body, ensuring no signs of discomfort were visible.

“Wanna be good,” You babbled, your fingers raking through his hair. You pulled at his roots, the motion erupting a groan from his throat. He tossed the ice cube aside, licking a teasingly slow stripe up your cunt. You moaned loudly as his warm tongue clouded your mind, washing away the contrasting icy cold from moments before.

“You taste so good,” Colby praised, before diving into your cunt. He lapped at your folds like a starved men, determined to please you in the best way possible. Your back arched off of the bed as your thighs squeezed around his head. He brought two fingers to your entrance, slowly pushing them inside of you. Your walls spasmed around his digits, your body craving more than just his fingers.

“Colby, I want you,” You panted, vision still restricted by his tie. Colby smirked as he curled his fingers, pulling away from your cunt briefly. “Be patient, need you to cum on my fingers first,” He purred. He began to speed up his fingers, abusing your g spot as he pleased. He reconnected his lips with your clit, sucking at your sensitive bud.

You had no idea how intoxicating you were, your head thrown back and sinful noises escaping your lips. Your juices coated Colby’s chin and fingers, and he couldn’t care less. You could feel a familiar knot form in your stomach, one you didn’t want to form so soon. Colby made you feel so fucking good. It was beyond anything your husband had ever provided you, your body and slave to the state of euphoria he put you under.

Colby could sense you were about to cum, smirking as your walls tightened around his fingers. You felt your legs begin to tremble, your hips bucking upwards. You couldn’t even give your lover a warning, moaning his name as you came. Colby released your clit with ease, satisfied with seeing you come undone.

He removed himself from you, leaning forward and removing your blindfold. “Hi there,” He greeted teasingly, earning a smile from you. You grabbed his shirt, flipping him down onto the mattress. You straddled him, pulling him by his shirt towards you. “I need you, you fucking delinquent. You’re gonna give me what I want,” You growled. Your hands nimbly reached down to undo his belt and leather pants, shoving them down his legs.

Colby leaned back, cockily putting his hands behind his head. You raised your eyebrows as his cock laid flat against his stomach, looking up at his face. “What’s that face for?” You questioned. Colby shrugged, looking down at your dripping cunt. “Oh nothing, i’m just waiting for you to take what’s yours,” He replied.

You reached down and grabbed his cock, balancing yourself as you sank down lower. His shaft stretched you out much more than your husband, your thighs shaking as you moved your hips downwards. You threw your head back as you bottomed out, gripping onto Colby’s shirt as you adjusted to his size.

“Well would you look at that,” Colby muttered. You looked down, the outline of his cock visible through your stomach. Your eyes widened as you looked up at him. “Is that safe?” You questioned, unsure of how to react. You had never been in this predicament, your husband no where near the size Colby was. The brunette chuckled.

“I guess what depends, does this feel good?”

He slowly lowered his hips, before pushing them back up into you. You groaned at the sensation, his cock rubbing against your g spot. “Fu-ck yes,” You answered. Colby grinned mischievously, leaning forward. “Lift yourself up for me, let me fuck you like the filthy slut you are,” He ordered. He traced your jawline with his thumb as you readjusted yourself on his knees.

In a swift motion he grabbed your face, forcing your lips to pucker out like a fish. “The fact you thought you could dominate me even for a second is cute, but don’t ever-” He began, rolling his hips into you slowly. He was going mockingly slow, ensuring you felt every single inch of his cock. “Ever, think you’re in control,” Colby snarled. The two of you locked eyes, your walls milking his shaft with every filthy word he spewed out.

“Fuck you’re hot,” Colby groaned, releasing your face. He hand slithered up to your throat, lightly applying pressure as he picked up the pace. You moaned loudly as he fucked you, the outline of his cock visible with every thrust he made. “Thats right, let everyone on this floor know who fucks you this good,” He growled, relishing in the sweet sounds of your uncontrollable moans.

His fingers tightened around your throat, your airway restricted as he provided you an addictive euphoria. “Colbs, fucking shit-” You babbled, unable to form coherent sentences. The nick name you spewed only made Colby pound into you harder, his thrust merciless. “You’re so pretty like this, you’re going to look even prettier full of my cum,” Colby groaned, testing the waters.

You grabbed his wrist, squeezing it for support as he abused your cunt as he pleased. “Please cum in me, I need it,” You begged. Your words were music to Colby’s ears, an irresistible smile dancing across his lips. He could feel your body tremble at the idea of being bred, the brunette feeling cocky. “Yeah? Want me to breed you? Make you mine?” He purred. You babbled words of agreement, your eyes rolling into the back of your head as he fucked you.

“Please, i’ll do anything,” You begged. Colby smirked as he released your throat. “Go ahead then, ride me. Make me cum and i’ll breed that tight little cunt of yours,” He ordered. His thrust had come to a sudden halt, the knot that was previously forming in your stomach beginning to subside. In a panicked motion you began to ride him, pawing at his chest for support as you bounced up and down shamelessly on his cock.

Colby took the opportunity to grab your ass, squeezing the tender flesh as he guided you. “Look at that, riding me like a bitch in heat. You really are my personal whore, aren’t you?” He asked mockingly, the two of you locking eyes. You nodded, grinding down on his cock. You could feel your orgasm approaching, your grip on Colby’s shirt tightening.

“Fuck yes, i’m all yours Colby,”

“Then cum for me so I can make you mine,”

You lowered your hips one last time, your thighs trembling as your senses went white with ecstasy. Your high only got better as you felt Colby cum inside of you, coating your inner walls. His seed was warm as it filled your cunt, Colby’s cock still buried inside of you. The brunette slowly gripped your waist, guiding you off of his cock gently. You could feel his cum drip down your thighs as you sat on your knees, panting as you tried to catch some air.

Colby couldn’t help but admire you. Your hair was a mess, your lips raw and puffy. Your cunt was dripping his cum, your nipples still perky. You were beautiful. He leaned forward, lightly tracing your jawline with his thumb.

“Let’s get you cleaned up, yeah?”

You were dazed as Colby carried you over to the bathroom, hardly registered him sitting you down in the bathtub. It was larger than you expected, the warm water beginning to puddle at the bottom. You brushed your hair out of your face, attempting to gain some decency.

“So,”

“So?”

“Does this delinquent know how to fuck or what?” Colby asked teasingly. You rolled your eyes, giving him the middle finger. The tub began to fill quickly, Colby reaching over and pouring a flower scented bubble bath into the faucet. He began to undo his shirt, heading towards the door. “Where do you think you’re going?” You asked, raising an eyebrow. Colby turned around a bit more sheepishly than he would’ve liked.

“I don’t know, thought you’d want space,”

His words stung, a reminder of the fact your dynamic was nothing more than a sex filled affair. You brushed off the stinging, deciding you wanted him to be near you. Even if that meant shoving aside your ego.

“Shut up and get in the tub,”

You had never had intimate moments like this with your husband. You laid against Colby’s chest, your shoulders relaxed as he washed your hair from behind you. He worshipped you, his fingers currently occupied by scrubbing and massaging your scalp. He was so gentle with you, a dramatic contrast from the way he was moments ago.

You couldn’t believe you had put your ego aside enough to be in this position, your eyes fluttering shut as Colby bathed you. He placed a gentle kiss on your shoulder, soaking in the privilege of your presence. You both had lost track of time in that bath tub, both of you rambling on about your drastically different lives.

Colby, whose last name turned out to be Brock, had a bit of a social media following. You didn’t realize Youtube was such a popular social media platform, your time mostly spent on facebook or instagram. You had a responsibility to support your husband to the public eye, one that couldn’t be ignored by watching internet videos. He told you all about Sam Golbach, a blonde headed friend of his who you learned he’d rather die without.

You couldn’t help yourself, you began rambling on about your own life. The yoga classes, how often you cooked, your current beef with your maids. You liked that Colby listened intently, asking questions and paying attention. You felt like the center of the universe, droning on about your life and useless husband. Time seized to exist, until it came to a halt.

Your eyes opened to see the sun rising over the horizon, the opened bathroom revealing the orange and pink skies. “Fuck, I have to go soon,” You muttered. Your husband would be waking up in an hour or so, undoubtedly going to question your absence. Colby noticed the hint of sadness in your voice as he washed the suds out of your hair.

“Let me finish washing your hair, okay?”

“Okay,”

You would take any excuse to be around the delinquent you couldn’t resist.

#sam and colby #sam and colby smut #sam golbach #colby brock #colby brock x reader #colby brock x y/n #colby brock x you #sam golbach smut #sam golbach x colby brock #sam golbach x reader

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moremaybank · 1 year

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mirror sex with jj pleaseee😩

REFLECTIONS — j.m

pairing jj maybank x gf!reader

summary jj surprises you when you two go on a romantic trip for the weekend

warnings 18+, unprotected sex, humping, fingering, oral sex (m. receiving), anal play, mirror sex (obvi), language, praise kink, slight degradation kink, squirting

author's note kinda put my own lil twist on it, i hope that's okay 🫶🏻

jj masterlist

you swiped your key card over the lock, hearing the little ding that notified you that the door to your hotel room was now unlocked. you stepped inside, jj following closely behind you as he brought in your bags. the door shut behind him, and he set down your belongings as he watched you explore the room.

it's not every day that the two of you get the opportunity to spend an entirely stress-free and romantic weekend away, so jj had opted to make it memorable. sure, he splurged when he had promised you he wouldn't, but he couldn't help himself. he loved you so much, and you deserved it. point blank, period.

"j..." you whispered, eyes roaming around the room. there were twinkly lights across the walls and strung carefully around the railing of the balcony, and the view was gorgeous. it overlooked the water, the now setting-sun casting hues of pink, orange and violet over the body of water. there were three bottles of kook-worthy champagne in ice buckets and chocolate-covered strawberries decorated with precision. the king-sized mattress has rose petals sprinkled over the duvet in the shape of a heart. "did you do all this?"

"maybe," he shrugged, a casual but shy smile on his face. "you haven't even seen the best part. look up," he urged.

it was an odd request, but you obliged, tilting your head back to get a look at the ceiling of your room. when you did, your gaze landed on your reflection.

"you didn't," you breathed, a smile growing on your face as you looked at him from over your shoulder.

"oh, but i did."

you and jj were laid up in the hammock at the chateau. he had an arm slung around your shoulders as you leaned your head on his broad chest. your fingers toyed with each other's as you stared up at the stars in the night sky. the air was chilly, but neither of you even had the chance to notice because you were enveloped in each other's warmth.

nothing could beat this.

"hey, babe?"

"hm?" you hummed in response, your fingers tracing patterns over the palm of his hand.

"how cheesy would it be if one day we got a hotel room with a mirror on the ceiling?"

"that's...an oddly specific question," you chuckled, "but honestly, i think it'd be romantic. why do you ask?"

"i'm just trying to see if you're as freaky as i am," he smirked, and you laughed softly, smacking him on the chest.

"jj."

"i'm serious. it'd give us a whole other perspective," he said, slowly climbing on top of you. "just think about it...you on your back while i'm devouring the hell out of your pussy. you looking up at the mirror and watching my every move. each thrust of my cock into you, watching it fill you up from two different angles...it'd be one hell of a show," he mumbled into your neck, leaving soft and wet kisses there.

you felt your panties start to become damp as jj's words and actions turned you on, and you weaved your legs around his hips to bring him closer to you. your hand clasped around the back of his neck, bringing his face back up so you could look at him.

"well, when you put it that way, how could i ever say no?"

jj grinned in response. "i'll make it happen one day. we'll get out of here, just you and me, and we'll spend an entire weekend together just drowning in each other. how's that sound?" he questioned, his thumb smoothing over the outline of your jaw as his gaze locked on yours.

"that sounds perfect. now, what do you say we drown in each other right here?"

"how could i ever say no?" he spoke, quoting what you said earlier with a smug look on his face.

"that was two years ago, how'd you even remember that?"

"it was my idea, baby. i told you i'd make it happen, didn't i?" jj pulled you backwards until you were against his front, and he wrapped his strong arms around your waist as he leaned his head on your shoulder. "you deserve the best, baby, and i'm gonna give it to you."

you turned your head to the side, pecking jj's cheek softly. "you better get your ass on that bed, maybank. i'm about to give you the night of your life."

"that's my line," he frowned.

you didn't answer, but instead, you shoved him down onto the bed and climbed on top of him. you giggled as he tugged you closer to him, and your lips collided.

jj's hands slid under the hem of your shit, fingers hooking into the material of the back of your bra. he tugged on it, letting it snap back onto the skin of your back. you hissed at the semi-harsh contact, the sting only spurring on your pending horniness. you'd always been the type of person to enjoy a little pain with your pleasure. in response, one of your hands threaded your fingers through his blonde locks, tugging on them as jj pulled you closer still, your clothed breasts pressing into jj's chest.

"take this shit off," jj mumbled, pulling at the hem of your shirt. you obliged his order, stripping your shirt off. your laced bra accentuated your cleavage and made jj's head spin. he yanked each cup down, freeing your breasts from their confinement before his lips adorned them with kisses and nibbles. he sucked soft red and purple hues into the flesh of your tits, and you rolled your hips against his. the tent in his shorts was growing. his cock firm as you prompted his arousal, and it twitched underneath your clothed core.

"jj," you whispered, your digits prying at the button of his shorts. he nodded at you, giving a silent go-ahead for you to remove them from his lower half. you yanked them down his legs when he raised his hips. "can i suck you off, baby?" you asked, your palm rubbing against his cock over his briefs.

"fuck yeah," he breathed.

you grinned, helping him shrug off his shirt before you started to trail wet kisses down his torso. you began at his sternum, making your way down to the waistband of his underwear. you drew it downward, exposing his cock. the tip was red, angry and wanting as it silently begged you for attention. your hand circled it, and you stroke him slightly.

"have i ever told you how beautiful your cock is, j? it's perfect. i salivate every single time about it, did y'know?"

you spat on your hand, lubing it up before you brought it back to jj's length. you brought your face closer to it, opening your mouth. you slapped it against your tongue, feeling the gratifying weight of it weighing you down. it didn't matter how many times you'd come face to face with his length. you were still stunned and completely cock-drunk every single time without fail.

you wrapped your lips around the tip of his cock, your tongue swirling around it as you teased him. jj's hips jerked, notifying you that he wanted for me. more of your lips, more of your mouth and your tongue. just the tip wasn't enough for him. he needed to feel all of you, or he wouldn't be satiated. not in the slightest.

you brought him down your throat all the way, his cock nudging the back of it each time you took him into your mouth. your head bobbed up and down as your lips created a vice-like grip on him. he threw his head back, his fingers digging into your scalp as he guided your movements.

"shit. your mouth feels so good, baby. can i come down your throat? will you let me do that?" he questioned.

your doe eyes stared up at him, softening as you silently gave him permission to do so. he grinned as best as he could manage through the pleasure. he let you slurp and suck all around him, your mouth warm and slick against his length. jj met you halfway, semi-thrusting his hips as you pulled and pulled at him with your lips. you moaned around him while taking him deeper. it was almost as if you could feel him in your lungs, and you moaned around him as he used your throat to make himself come.

"fuck. i'm right there. make me come, baby. want you to swallow me whole."

you sucked on him harsher, your lips providing a suction-like clasp on his length. your free hand came up to play with his balls, massaging them as you reeled him toward his orgasm. they tightened, his cock fluttering inside your mouth as he shot his hot ropes of come down your throat. it was hot and slightly salty, but also so jj at the same time. you could lap at him forever if he'd let you.

jj pulled you off his length and guided your face back to his so he could kiss you. he did, his lips devouring yours in a wordless 'thank you.' you blindly yanked at the clasp of your bra as you tossed it aside, freeing your breasts completely. you momentarily pulled away from the kiss, desperately trying to rid yourself of your jean shorts. you finally dislodged the button, unzipping them and tugging them down your legs along with your panties.

"will you fuck me, daddy? i wanna watch you fill me up," you begged, your bare core grinding against his cock after you climbed back on top of him. you bit your lip as the stimulation to your clit raked through your body. your movements soon became relentless as that familiar pleasant feeling grew more and more present.

"baby. if you don't stop, i'm gonna come before i even get inside you," jj grunted, grabbing your hips in an attempt to halt your grinding. you whined at the loss of your pleasure because you craved that high you were chasing. "shh. it's alright, pretty girl. i'm gonna take care of you, i promise."

he changed your position, laying you flat on your back as he propped your head up on the lush pillows. his fingers ran down your inner thighs, causing goosebumps to form in their wake. he inched closer and closer to your cunt, and your clit throbbed as your blood rushed to it. you yearned for any sliver of friction jj would grant, and as if he knew your exact thoughts, his thumb teased your entrance. it gathered up your slick, smoothing it over your folds and all the way up to your bundle of nerves. his circled it delicately, sating your ache only slightly. he slipped his middle finger inside of you, stroking in and out as he continued his work on your clit.

"can you do something for me, princess?"

"anything, j. anything."

"i want you to watch us in the mirror. watch as i bury myself in you. watch as every ridge and vein of my cock strokes your pussy until you can't take it anymore," he rasped, pushing into you inch by inch. "your pussy swallows me so well. i wouldn't give a fuck if you kept me inside of you forever. i'd just spend my days filling you to the brim with my seed. get you all knocked up and pretty."

jj didn't move, letting you adjust to his measurable length. you could feel it throbbing inside of you, each pulse matching up with the beats of his heart. he threw his head back as he got accustomed to your pussy.

you looked up at him in the mirror, watching as the sunset light from the balcony door highlighted the high points of his face. he was so beautiful, all uniquely carved and striking. you burned the image into your memory, never wishing to forget just how majestic he looked in this moment.

"move for me, j. gonna be your good fucking slut. make me fall apart for you," you urged, your hands running down his chest.

jj started to move, his cock slamming against your cervix with a slight sting as he fucked you. his hands groped your tits, squeezing them needily as he rutted into you. he gritted his teeth, the gratification of your cunt around him sending chills down his spine.

"tell me how i make you feel, baby girl. beg me for my cock, i wanna hear it." his hips picked up the pace further, your flesh smacking together with each thrust.

"i need your cock, baby. can't live without it. pound me harder," you pleaded. you felt his lust take completely take over his actions, and his cock rammed into you. you knew you drove him crazy when you spoke to him in that manner, begging and begging until he snapped. he was fast-approaching that state, and you wanted to see him break.

"i love when you use me, jj. force me to take your cock and until i can't breathe, make me fucking take it. tonight is all about you. this pussy belongs to you, j. it's all for you."

"yeah?"

"mhm. fuck, look at that," you spoke, motioning up to the mirror. "you see that, baby? see how my pussy takes all of you? you're so good for me, filling me whole. love you and your cock so much."

jj's hand came up to your face, and he pushed his thumb into your mouth, letting you lap at it and drench it with your saliva. once he decided it was enough, he brought his hand underneath the place where you two were connected. his thumb probed at the entrance of your puckered hole, and he sank it in slowly. a new wave of pleasure coursed through your veins at the added penetration.

you gasped at the sudden intrusion, your hands gripping onto his biceps with a strong grasp as you melted underneath him. you were slowly turning into putty in his hands, letting him act as he deemed fit. you'd allow him to do anything to you, anything that granted him even the slightest bit of satisfaction.

"ruin me, jj. make it hurt. i'm so fucking close."

jj pulled out of you just as you felt your orgasm starting to wash over you. you whined loudly, hands gripping at him as you tried to feel him again.

"not yet. not finished with you, baby."

jj leaned back against the pillows to your side, and he tugged you on top of him. your back was flush against his front, his legs caging around yours as he sank you down onto his cock. you threw your head back against his shoulder as he began to move again. his hand clutched around your throat. he kept your gaze on his in the reflection of the mirror.

"look at you. my own fucking sex doll. you're so pathetic that you'd let me do anything i wanted to you, isn't that right?"

this new position drove you up the wall. his cock jammed against your g-spot, the curve of him nudging you deliciously. your hands hooked under his own, wrapping around his biceps once more as he fucked you. you were already on the verge of crying when he brought a hand down to rub at your clit viciously.

the view from the mirror was a different type of erotic, one that the two of you had never experimented with up to date. it was like watching a film, one that had you on the edge of your seat; one that you never wanted to look away from in fear that you'd miss a vital moment.

"don't stop, jj. oh god, please don't fucking stop. i'm right there."

"yeah? you gonna cream all over my cock, baby?" his hips fucked up into you relentlessly as he poured all his energy to destroying your cunt. you nodded, your eyes locking on his as you bit down on your bottom lip harshly.

"oh, baby. e-even better," you spoke. you squealed, finally feeling your orgasm take over. your release squirted out of you, and your juices poured out onto the sheets below you. it coated jj's fingers as well, the ones that had previously been massaging your clit. he brought them up to your mouth, stuffing them inside and letting you taste yourself.

"how d'you taste, pretty girl? so fucking sweet, right? nothing is as sweet as you." his hips began to jerk as he approached his own high. your hand reached behind you, gripping the back of his neck as his teeth bit into the flesh of your shoulder. you felt him shoot his hot come inside of you, filling you with a warm sensation.

eventually, he halted his actions, pulling out of you slowly as you both laid together, trying to catch your breath. you turned your head, your forehead leaning against the crook of jj's neck. you listened to his heartbeat, and you felt it thump-thumping at the skin of your back. his arms weaved themselves around your waist, holding you tight as you both relaxed.

you grabbed one of his hands, interlocking his fingers with yours as you brought them to your lips. you kissed his knuckles, lingering for a moment before holding that same hand to your chest.

"thank you so much for this. i love you," you said.

"...you don't think i'm done with you, do you?"

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A Love You Don't Find Everyday Part 25 | Rooster x Reader

Summary: Leaving Hawaii and returning to work ended up being a lot harder than you anticipated. When Bradley told you he wanted to stay in the honeymoon phase with you forever, you decided to make that your new goal.

Warnings: Fluff, angst, smut, and swearing

Length: 5000 words

Pairing: Bradley "Rooster" Bradshaw x Female Reader

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"It's our last day in Hawaii. If we want to eat ice cream for dinner, then we're eating ice cream for dinner." You closed the room service menu and dared Bradley to disagree with you.

"You're so smart. No sense in arguing with the best idea you've ever had," he told you, taking the menu from your hand and reaching for the phone. You watched him with a smug gaze as he ordered two large ice cream sundaes and a bucket of ice.

"We have one bottle of pink champagne left," you told him, pulling him back onto the bed.

"That's what the ice bucket is for. I thought we could finish our ice cream dinner, maybe take a little walk on the beach, and then come back here for the champagne."

Your little moans were so pretty, Bradley ended up on top of you, trying to coax all the sounds out of you. And then the knock on the door a few minutes later, right when he was about to put his dick inside you, had him growling.

But you were all smiles. "Let's have some ice cream and then pick it up right there," you said, running your hand along his hard cock as it hung out of the front of his shorts. You climbed out of bed, grabbed one of his favorite Hawaiian print shirts and buttoned exactly one button before strolling to the door with a bare ass and pussy.

He heard you thank whomever probably got an eyeful of you before you returned with a cart of ice cream and a silver ice bucket. "Dinnertime," you told him, carrying two huge bowls outside to the back deck.

"Come over here," he coaxed, heading toward the deck railing where there was a nice view of the water. "We can watch the sunset with the partition open."

You set both bowls on the railing and took a bite of vanilla ice cream, hot fudge and some whipped cream. "It's so good," you told him, taking a bigger bite while he dug into his as well.

"Why don't we ever eat ice cream for dinner at home?" he asked, scooping some whipped cream onto his finger and holding it out for you. Bradley watched as you parted your lips for him and sucked his finger clean.

"Because we would end up naked, covered in ice cream every single time," you replied, and then your eyes lit up. You peeled Bradley's tee shirt up over his abs, and he smirked as you yanked it all the way off. "No harm in doing that here though," you whispered, dipping your finger into some chocolate sauce and feeding it to Bradley before you kissed him.

Then your chocolatey fingers found their way into his chest hair, and soon you were licking and sucking on him until he was once again rock hard for you. Each dip of your spoon into your rapidly melting ice cream ended with your tongue licking the cold mess from his body. You paid special attention to his tattoo, rubbing your lips and tongue along his bicep.

"My turn," he growled, pinning you back against the railing and enjoying the view of your barely concealed tits inside his shirt. "So pretty," he told you, kissing the valley between your breasts as you bit your lip. Then he spread some whipped cream with his thumb. "Even prettier," he added, and your giggle was only silenced when he shoved his thumb between your lips and you carefully licked him clean.

"Do it again," you told him, tipping your head back and rubbing his calf with your bare foot. Bradley covered your neck with chocolate sauce and ice cream, enjoying the sweet flavor mixed with the taste of you. "That feels so good," you hissed as his lips and tongue soothed away the cold from the ice cream.

Soon you were whining loudly for him, and nearly all of the ice cream was gone. "What about right here?" he asked, pressing his lips just below your ear while teasing your clit with his fingers. "I wonder how sweet you'd taste with some ice cream?"

You bucked against his fingers and said, "Let's find out." Bradley watched you scrape the last of the ice cream onto one of the spoons and feed it to him as he knelt in front of you. He licked the spoon clean, keeping the ice cream on his tongue, and then he licked your slit all the way up to your clit.

The nonsensical babbling was almost enough to make Bradley laugh as you gasped, "Cold! Oh, god, Roo, the stubble." He licked away the ice cream and ate your pussy until you were getting loud. "Fuck me!" you told him. "Fuck me, now!"

He was back on his feet, ready to do anything you wanted, and then you turned your back to him. Bradley watched as you yanked his shirt up above your ass and started to grind back against his cock. "You want it bad, don't you?" he whispered, undoing his shorts with one hand. "You're filthy. In every way."

"I need it," you whined, and Bradley kissed along the sticky remains of chocolate sauce on your necklace chain while he reached around your waist and teased your clit.

"My filthy wife," he grunted, palming his cock and pressing his front to your back to get you to bend a little more for him. "Get ready for me."

You just bounced your gorgeous ass back against him until he was sliding inside you. And then your neck lulled to the side as he fucked you slow and steady. "I'm always gonna give you what you want. Take care of every single thing, Baby Girl. Fuck you just the way you like."

Bradley placed his palm against your clit, and with each thrust, he let you rub yourself there. You had your hands braced on the deck railing as you shivered. He could feel you squeezing around him already. "You're close?" he asked.

"Yeah," you whispered. "I'm already close. You feel so good."

So he eased his hand up to your belly, stroking your skin with his fingertips and thinking about getting you pregnant. And then he was afraid he was getting close, too.

"Bradley!" you whined. "Go a little harder!"

Bradley did as he was told, and then he heard something hit the stone walkway on the other side of the open partition while you whined for him.

And Bradley locked eyes with one of the gardeners. He was wearing a resort staff shirt, frozen in place, watching you get fucked up against the railing.

"Roo, hit me harder with that big dick!" Bradley started to positively rail you, making you get even louder for him. Like he was trying to prove some depraved point to this man who seemed to be unable to look away.

"So good!" you chanted, your tits straining against that single button as you let him go as hard as he could.

"Baby Girl." He kissed along your neck, releasing your right hip to guide your chin gently until you were looking toward the walkway as well. "We've got company."

"Oh!" you gasped. Bradley watched your shocked expression change to one of desire as you looked from the other man back over your shoulder to Bradley as he gripped you by your hips and went hard and fast. "That's really hot."

Bradley grunted, outrageously turned on right now as you glanced between the two men until you were cumming with your back arched. Bradley rammed his cock deep and held himself there, rubbing furious fingers along your clit until you were nearly screeching.

And then the other man finally picked up his pruning shears and literally ran back into the foliage. You were slumped over the railing as Bradley fucked his cum into you until he couldn't even move.

"He was watching us," you whispered. "Oh my god, Roo."

"What do you want me to do about it?" he asked, ready to chase after him if that's what you told him to do.

"Do about it?" you repeated. "Nothing. Well, I guess you can bring it up on occasion if you really want to wind me up."

He started laughing and gently pulled his cock from inside you. As his cum dripped softly onto the deck, you smiled at him.

"Yeah, Sweetheart. I can do that." Then he collected you in his arms and held you so your chest was against his. "I can remind you about the time that guy watched us fucking, and then no doubt went home to jerk off while imagining that he was the one in my position. That he was the one railing your pretty pussy."

Your mouth was all over his as you rubbed yourself against him, and if that scenario made you this hot, he would have no problem reminding you about it.

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You and Bradley took another shower outside, and you laughed as he cleaned up the last bits of sticky ice cream from your skin.

"Do you think that guy saw my boobs?" you asked, and Bradley laughed too.

"I hope not," he told you, meeting your eyes before kissing your forehead. "I trust my shirts, Baby Girl. That one had you in its protection. That button never failed you."

You laughed as you ran your soapy fingers along his shoulders. "I've never had anything like that happen before."

"Mile High Club. Involuntary exhibitionists. I think I put my thumb in your butt when we were drunk the other night?"

"You did," you confirmed, kissing his chin. And you hadn't been opposed to it one bit.

"Damn. This has been one hell of a honeymoon. I hate that we fly home tomorrow."

"Honeymoon sex just hits different," you told him as he rinsed your body off.

"Did you forget, Sweetheart? We live in the honeymoon phase now."

And it was on that note that you took Bradley to bed with the bottle of pink champagne and snuggled up in his arms. You passed the bottle back and forth and complained a little bit about returning home and going back to work.

"Do you know how infrequently I've had to think about Hangman or work?" Bradley groaned.

"Don't you miss Nat?" you asked with a laugh. "Don't you miss flying?"

Bradley was quiet for a beat. "I really miss Tramp. And I miss it when you cook dinner. And I want to see our wedding photos."

"You're a very sweet man," you told him, setting the empty bottle on the nightstand. He pulled you down on top of him with his big hands on your hips. "I loved it here, but I'm ready to go home and settle into our new routine together."

"New routine? I don't think much is going to change," he whispered.

You kissed him and rubbed your face along his stubble. "I guess you're right, Roo. It's just that everything feels brand new and exciting. And I never knew I could be this happy."

Bradley held you against him as he started to fall asleep. "I'll keep trying to make you happier and happier. It's my mission."

You dozed off as well, hoping your period wouldn't show up in a few days.

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"Five hundred dollars!" you gasped, reading the hotel receipt on the flight home.

Bradley kept trying to take it away from you, but your grip on the paper was impressive. "It doesn't matter," he mumbled, just wanting you to relax next to him and maybe take a nap. "You're making the next mortgage payment, remember?"

But you held up the receipt and pointed out the charge to him. "But the price for the pink champagne is outlandish! That's a hundred bucks per bottle!"

Bradley tore the paper out of your hand and crumpled it up. "It's worth it, because you wanted it. And it made us happy. And I loved drinking it with you."

You crossed your arms over your chest, and Bradley just waited for you to say something before he spoke again. "I'm making the mortgage payments for the even months. You're paying the mortgage for the odd months."

Bradley groaned softly and kissed you. "I wish you would stop getting me to agree to things while you're sucking my dick," he whispered. "It's not fair."

"Splitting the bills in half is fair. And opening a shared account is fair.

"You're right. It is fair. We picked out the house together, and it's ours, and we are married now."

You eyed him warily. "You're being agreeable."

Bradley sighed. "If contributing more to our bills will make you happy, then go right ahead, Sweetheart. Now take a nap with me."

You curled up next to him in your first class window seat and fell asleep while he rubbed your back. He was more concerned about saving money for babies and college right now, and he knew that it was going to take your income and his to cover everything.

You were still sleeping when the plane touched down, and Bradley turned his phone on to text Jake. "Are we home?" you asked, rubbing your eyes and knocking your glasses askew. "Can we go pick Tramp up tonight?"

Bradley kissed your forehead. "It's kind of late, Baby Girl. I don't mind bugging Jake right now, but Amelia has school tomorrow. What if I text Mav and pick Tramp up early tomorrow morning before work?"

"Okay," you agreed, stretching your arms over your head. "I don't even want to go back to work tomorrow," you mumbled, looking out the window at all the runway lights blinking in the darkness. "I just want to stay in bed with you all day."

Bradley reached for your left hand and kissed your ring finger. "We can eat lunch together tomorrow? Unless I'm in the air. Maybe a quickie in your office?" he suggested with a smile, and you grinned at him over your shoulder.

"Doubtful, Roo. I have that new hire starting, so I'll probably be with her the entire day."

He just grunted. "We can make up for it tomorrow night. After work."

Once Bradley had deplaned with your fingers laced through his, he took you to collect your suitcase full of all the lingerie you wore for him. He managed to acquire another PRIORITY tag for it in Honolulu, which you were apparently still laughing about now as he collected it from the carousel.

"What?" he asked innocently. "If this didn't make it home, I'd be in tears." He grabbed the other two pieces of luggage and followed you and the lingerie suitcase out to the curb.

"Me too," you whispered, kissing his cheek as Jake pulled up. "There are a few things in here I didn't even get to wear for you yet."

"Are you serious?" Bradley asked, wondering if it was too late tonight to get you to wear one before bedtime.

But you were already wrapped up in Jake's arms, telling him how pretty the resort was and how much fun you'd had.

"Nice tan, Rooster," Jake commented as Bradley loaded the luggage into the back. "Angel looks exhausted, so you must have done a good job."

Bradley snorted while you smacked Jake's chest, hard. But all three of you were laughing. "If anything, I wore him out."

Jake groaned. "I don't need to know any details."

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You had been whining so much about work, that now you were amping it up on purpose. "But nobody will let me wear a bathing suit or drink champagne at work," you groaned as you climbed out of the shower with Bradley behind you. It was late, and you really needed to get to bed. You should have taken another day off between the honeymoon and returning to work.

"It's really a sin," he agreed solemnly. "Good thing you look just as good in khaki as you do in a tiny scrap of red fabric."

You bit your lip as Bradley put toothpaste on his toothbrush. "And nobody will be there to watch us eat ice cream and fuck," you moaned.

His eyes met yours in the mirror. "I'm pretty sure that was a once in a lifetime development, Baby Girl."

You shrugged and said, "I didn't hate it," before you brushed your own teeth.

Bradley carried you to the bedroom. "Your sex in public kink has started to run rampant. Will I even be able to get you going in a bed anymore?"

You kissed him as he pulled out his UVA tee shirt for you to wear. "You could get me going anywhere, Roo."

He eyed you up and down and sighed. "But not tonight. It's midnight, and I have to get Tramp at seven."

"Not tonight," you agreed, and you curled up on his chest and fell asleep.

You were jolted awake by Bradley's alarm going off at six. You rolled away from him and tried to hide under your pillow. But the room was starting to get lighter, and he was so loud when he got ready for work, you just gave up. "Do you want breakfast?" you asked him, shuffling into the kitchen to make eggs and coffee. You groaned; you just spent ten days eating room service and having expensive lattes in the restaurants at the resort. "This is bullshit," you muttered, messing with your French press and looking inside the nearly empty refrigerator.

A minute later, Bradley was dumping cereal into his mouth while you ate the last egg, and he filled a travel mug with coffee. "I'll go get Tramp and bring him right back here, then I'm heading to base." He leaned in and kissed you. "In case I don't see you before you leave, I love you."

"Bye. Love you, too," you grunted, waving at him as he rushed out the door. You sipped your coffee in silence and looked at your work calendar on your phone. After about ten seconds, it felt too overwhelming, so you switched over to your personal calendar. And that's when you noticed that little asterisk on today's date.

You took a few small steps back toward your bedroom before setting down your mug and rushing into the ensuite bathroom. You dug around under the sink, pretty sure you would find what you were looking for. And when your hand closed around the sealed box, you felt a little dizzy.

Carefully, you stood up and opened the pregnancy test you never used back in July. You were being ridiculous. You knew you were. It had barely been one full cycle since you stopped taking birth control, and these things took time. But you went ahead and took the test anyway. You walked back out to the kitchen and tried to decide if you felt like you had period symptoms or not while you counted down the minutes until you could check the test.

When you imagined how excited Bradley would be when he brought Tramp home and you showed him a positive test, you couldn't stop smiling. He would lose his mind. You'd both be late for work. You would have to find something to celebrate with other than champagne.

Cautiously, you made your way back into the bathroom. The hopeful feeling in your chest was bubbling to the surface, and you nearly giggled until you saw the result. Negative. Not pregnant. You swallowed hard. It was still early. You could test again tomorrow. You dumped the box and the test into the trash.

But now you felt like crying, and you had to fight the urge to climb back into bed. Tears stung your eyes, and you took your glasses off, realizing you were only making things worse by rubbing them. But when you heard the front door open followed by the sound of Tramp's paws on the kitchen floor, you hiccupped with a sob.

"I'm leaving again!" Bradley called out, and you thought you were safe in the bathroom by yourself.

"Okay," you called lamely as Tramp came in to find you. But Bradley was there as well with a smile on his face.

"What's wrong?" he asked when he really looked at you, collecting you into his arms immediately.

"Nothing," you promised, trying your best to look happier. "Just kind of dreading the rest of the day and the million emails waiting for me."

He looked at you a little skeptically, but nodded slowly. "You'll text me if you need something today? I can always try to stop by your building."

"Mmhmm," you hummed, and he kissed your forehead. "I need to get dressed. I'll see you later." Bradley let his hand linger on yours as you pulled away from him and headed for the bedroom closet.

"I love you, Baby Girl," he told you, and now he was finally really leaving.

And then you did cry. Because you were being ridiculous, and your pants felt too tight because you'd spent a week eating ice cream and drinking cocktails. It took you until you parked your car on base to realize that you were probably so emotional because it was the start of your period, and that made you want to cry more. "Get it together," you mumbled, scanning your badge to get inside the building.

With a deep breath, you unlocked your office door and collected your computer before heading to the lab. As soon as you walked in, your boss eyed you carefully. "How was your time off, Lieutenant?" Bickle asked, and you held up your left hand for him to see. "Ah, I figured. Congratulations."

"Thank you, sir," you told him with a laugh. And then you turned to see Cat Coleman sitting in your favorite chair at your favorite spot on the counter, examining a piece of equipment that you had been working on before you got married last month. And when she turned to face you with her appraising gaze, you felt like crying all over again.

"Welcome to the team," you managed to say as you set your computer down.

"Thank you," she said with a completely neutral tone. "I'm looking forward to getting started."

And then your boss called a team meeting, and you had to sit in one of the chairs that sucked. You just wanted to be back in Hawaii with Bradley. It had been beyond perfect. Just you and your husband who understood you and made you feel comfortable. What the hell was wrong with you?

You tried to pay attention to everything you had missed while you were away. And then you got Cat set up with some things to read and a few videos to watch, and you felt a little better knowing that Bickle trusted you to do so much for him at this point. But Cat was barely showing you any emotion, even when you tried to joke with her. And the negative pregnancy test was never far from your mind.

"Angel!"

You turned to see Jake standing in the doorway holding a sandwich and a fruit cup, and you ran for him, wrapping your arms around his waist. You let your cheek rest on his chest while you took a deep breath.

"I'm having a horrible day," you whispered, and he rubbed his empty hand on your back as he stepped inside the room with you still hugging him.

He chuckled as you let go of him. "I'm sure you are. You were just in Hawaii with your husband. Now you're at work. Rooster sent me with this, by the way. Mav is riding his ass today." He held up the food, and you took it knowing you needed to eat something today, regardless of the fact that your appetite was nonexistent.

"Please give him my regards," you said, making Jake laugh harder as he turned toward Cat. You saw him pause, and then she looked up at him with her appraising eyes.

"Jake, this is Cat Coleman. Cat, meet Jake Seresin." You opened the sandwich and took a bite as you watched Jake fumble through a handshake. You could tell he thought she was pretty; you already knew he would.

"Pleasure," Cat replied before sitting down to read on her computer, and you had to guide Jake out to the hallway.

"Damn," he whispered. "She's new? She must be. I'd remember seeing her around."

"Fresh out of Maryland," you told him, thinking that had at one time applied to you as well. "She's a little tough to get to know, honestly. She's making my day a little more difficult."

"What did she do? Steal your chair or something dumb like that?" You gaped at him and shoved him toward the exit.

"Don't you have something more important to do? Like waste taxpayer money on jet fuel surcharges?"

"Sure do, Angel. Catch you later."

You took another bite of your sandwich and went back into the lab, and Cat met your eyes. "I heard you just got married. Congratulations."

"Thanks," you replied with a small smile. "Just got back home from Hawaii yesterday."

"Your husband is in the Navy as well."

"Yeah, he's an aviator," you told her between bites.

She nodded, her eyes shifting past you to the door before she turned toward her computer. "Well, he's handsome, and he seems very kind. That must be nice for you."

You paused for a moment, and then you inhaled while you laughed, and you started coughing. "No," you finally managed as she looked at you like perhaps she needed to intervene and help you breathe correctly. "That wasn't my husband!"

"Oh," she replied, looking a little embarrassed.

"He's my friend!" you replied quickly. "He works with Bradley. My actual husband. And you're right, Jake is handsome and kind."

And then she turned away from you again.

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You and Bradley had only been home for a few days, and your mood had been all over the place. He thought that perhaps it was because you were adjusting to your work schedule once more, but even Jake seemed to notice you weren't quite yourself. At times it looked like you were on the verge of tears. And at one point you were very short with your parents on the phone. Other times you were extra physically affectionate with Bradley.

But tonight, after dinner, when he asked if you wanted to join him in the bathtub with a few beers, you just shook your head. "My period started today, and I'm not feeling great. Raincheck?"

"Of course. Anything you want."

And instead he ended up sitting on the living room floor with you, adding your wedding photos to the collage that hung above the piano. Each picture had turned out better than Bradley could have imagined. You were radiant in every single photo. You were smiling so much that it felt like someone was stepping on his chest when he realized you looked like that for him. You looked so perfect in every picture because that was the day you married Bradley.

He pulled you onto his lap and held you tight to him and whispered against your ear. "I wish I could go back to our wedding day and experience it all over again."

You laughed softly. "That's sweet, Roo."

"I'm serious," he replied, kissing your ear and your hair. "I've never seen anything like you. I've never loved anyone like this. And you were so perfect that day, I can barely look at these photos without feeling like I'm going to fucking explode or something."

You pulled away from him, grinning and shaking your head. "I love you. You're the best husband I've ever had."

Bradley groaned as you laughed and peppered his face with kisses. Then you helped him rehang the frame. When you yawned for the third time in a row, Bradley scooped you up and carried you to the bedroom with Tramp at his heels. "You need to get a good night's sleep. You've been busy at work, and you have your period. Do you want your heating pad?" he asked, and when you nodded with a small frown, he tucked you into bed with a kiss. "Be right back."

He went to the bathroom closet to find it for you, and that's when his eyes caught on the boxes in the trash can. Mission forgotten, Bradley knelt down and pulled out two pregnancy tests, along with their boxes, and some tampon wrappers. He sank all the way to the floor, staring off into space as he connected the dots. You had taken pregnancy tests. You got your period. You'd had tears in your eyes when Bradley said the neighbors had cute grandkids. You had been sometimes clingy and sometimes distant with him over the past couple days.

So you thought you could have been pregnant. But these were negative pregnancy tests. And you hadn't told him about it. You hadn't told him anything. You'd been on the verge of tears for a reason, and you kept him in the dark.

Bradley put the tests back in the trash can and jumped to his feet. Maybe you needed a reminder that you never had to feel isolated now. He was your husband. But when he was about to call your name, he found you sound asleep, your glasses crooked on your face.

He sighed and planted his hands on his hips and really looked at you. There was nothing you could do that would disappoint him. And the two of you had time. He kissed your forehead and gently removed your glasses, folding them up on your nightstand.

Then he got undressed and slipped into bed behind you. His perfect wife.

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I am emotional! The end of another Roo and Baby Girl series! Thanks for reading this far, and please stay tuned for some one-shots and hopefully more B&BG after that! I'll update my masterlist soon! Thanks to @mak-32 and @beyondthesefourwalls. And I'm also including this beautiful mood board that @thedroneranger made for this fic! Thank you, Jay!

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sunlightmurdock · 2 months

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Summer 1977 | Jake Seresin

Mirrors on the ceiling, pink champagne on ice. She said: “We are all just prisoners here of our own device.” | Jake. He even says his own name like he likes the sound of it. Like he thinks you’ll like the sound of it. Backwards, his boots fall into line behind each other; you don’t even realise you’re following him until his footprints are the only ones in the mud anymore.

aeterna | bradley

#Jake Seresin #jake hangman seresin #Jake seresin x reader #Jake Seresin au #jake seresin x you #Jake Seresin smut #thots night (:#top gun maverick #tw: violence #tw: blood #tw: horror #tw: religion #tw: religious themes #tw: clowns

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angel-fxced · 1 year

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“ Knives and sex go good together, you're all just inexperienced cowards. ”

#ic . pink champagne ♡#dash comm . ♡

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renegadesstuff · 10 months

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She loves him so much 🥰❤️

#the mentalist #teresa lisbon #jisbon #patrick jane #jane and lisbon #lisbon and jane #jane x lisbon #lisbon x jane #the mentalist season 4 #the mentalist rewatch #the mentalist series #4x19 #Pink Champagne on Ice

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xamassed · 11 months

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⟬ @kissespink ⟭

“Mammon… ya know you’re my first love, right? Like… i’ve never loved someone this much before you. I never even held hands or kissed anyone before you. You’re my first in a lot of ways and… I’d like for ya to be my last, too, y’know..?” she was randomly in a mood— nostalgia, thinking back on how they’d first got along, and hopeful for things to come. She wasn’t sure where the thoughts came from, but they were here— and she felt a need to voice them.

“I want Duchess to be the maid of honor at our eventual wedding, by the way,” she says like they’ve ever seriously discussed marriage or even actually agreed to it. She says this like it’s a very casual thing to bring up after saying she wants Mammon to be her first and last love. Yeah.

She knew he would end up flustered after hearing marshmallow-sweet words like that, but for once he didn't bat them aside to preserve his pride or because they didn't feel deserved. He snatched them from the air and pulled them in close, right against his heart where they resonated with feelings that were deeply, irrevocably mutual.

"I feel lame sayin' it this way, but ya ain't the only one feelin' it." He didn't look into her eyes and swoon her, but peered lovingly down at the hand he held in both of his. "I mean, ya. . . ya ain't my first for some things, and I hate that. I wish I could go back and not be a dumbass about a lotta stuff."

She wasn't his first kiss or his first intimate moment, but she was the first person that he had done either with that mattered the next day. She was the first to make him come back wanting more, and the first to make it feel worthwhile.

She was the first to change him, but she was also the first to accept him for all of his many, glaring flaws. Time had snagged some of his firsts from her, but she was his first love, and he would make sure that she was his last.

"We'll have the whole damn crew there." He let out a laugh and pulled her in, a firm kiss pressed to her temple. The notion of a wedding did spring up out of seemingly nowhere, but it didn't feel out of place to think that he might wake up one day with a ring on his finger and his wife beside him.

But as he pulled away from the kiss, he let out an amused huff. "So, are we skippin' the whole askin' part and just admittin' we're gettin' married some day?"

#kissespink #「 ( mammon ; ic ) 」#「 v. ready to face the mammon? ( mammon ; obey me ) 」#「 r. pretty and pink like sweet champagne ( mammon ; kiwa ) 」#( they've been engaged for a while they just never realized lmao )

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smoothoper44tor · 25 days

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Tortuous love. max verstappen

Pairing: max verstappen x male! reader

Summary: Mark is willing to give Max a love he has never experienced before.

Genre: mostly fluff, angst

Warning: jos verstappen, child abuse, daddy issues, jos verstappen again, English is not my first language

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Can you blame Max for finding relive in tortuous love? That’s all his father has ever taught him. Now he’s looking for his rude, soul devouring, soul taking love in everyone, and when he finds that person he holds them deeply with his long arms filled with hate.

He can’t love like a normal person, and he can’t give a healthy expression of his love to the persons that deserve it. That’s the most likely reason to why Max hated him at the begging. He was easy to love, he liked most of the things Max did or said, admired them even, and called him out respectfully when he did something he did not agree with, he was open about his feelings. Open. About his feelings. A true nightmare of a teammate if you had to ask him, especially after Daniel.

“God, Max- you’re so fucking amazing” his rookie teammate was hugging him as if his life depended on it, his sweat and the champagne rushing against Mark's blue helmet. He had won, but the brunette finished fourth, the first loser to miss the podium.

Max didn't felt that as a win, his father made sure he knew finishing first was his duty. Mark sure felt that as a win; he was congratulating him, telling him how amazing he was, and genuinely feeling happy for him. Truly a nightmare.

"Thanks" he murmured, before letting himself be dragged by the crowd of Red Bull employees.

Months after that, as they were preparing for the Emilia-Romagna Grand Prix, Mark had insisted in flying a couple of days early to enjoy the wonders of Italy. He had been trying to learn Italian for the last month, and Max can vividly remember the brunette hovering all over him with Italian catch-up lines.

When the brunette invited him to join his early flight he did, for some reason. He wasn't sure why he accepted, or why Mark invited him in the first place, but Max was happy about it.

At least, until he founded out his teammate had also invited Lando. It was understandable, after all, you two started in f1 the very same year, and were also known for having a very deep, heart moving friendship. Max wished he hadn't felt as relieved as he did when he saw Carlos approaching with the papaya pilot. Carlos was never mentioned in the first place, but he was relieved the Spanish was there, hoping he would be enough to take Lando a bit away from Mark, so that way he wo- Wait, why the fuck did he wanted Mark’s attention in the first place?

“Maxie” He was caught by the very one disturbing his mind. The brunette was giggling, his iPhone headphones hanging from his freckled neck. “You okay? You are not looking that good” Before Max could come with a cheap excuse, his teammate spoke again “I mean you do look good, you- shit! No. I didn’t mean it like- It’s not that I checked you out or anything, I just-" he was flustered, burning red colored all of his face. Max hadn’t even notice, been too focused on the other’s neck and the constellations forming there.

“It’s cool, I know what you meant” Mark sat next to him, hiding his face in between his hands. A brief smile danced in the blond face as he spoke again “I’m just thinking” Max leaned against the other, picking his shoulder “What are you listening?” The sudden, unexpected question seemed to erase every sight of blush. He jumped in his seat, practically throwing max one of the headphones in excitement.

Perhaps, Max had underestimated Mark’s abilities with language. When they arrived, he started speaking Italian more loosely than expected, not just catch-up lines, but actual sentences.

“You sound great” Max congratulated as the brunette handled him the ice cream he had just asked for.

“Grazie mille, signori” Max giggled, provoking on the other a soft pink blush. Mark was quick to lace their arms together, as he guided the dutch to the McLaren drivers, that were rambling over their ice creams some meters above them.

Max was still mad about his DNF in Belgium. He was demolished, not even the previous win in Germany was enough to make up for it. It was his duty after all, and every time he didn’t stand in the highest podium he was neglecting said duty.

In Italy, he finished eighth. Mark made it to podium, third place. Max wanted to hug him and congratulate his job as much as the other always did. He even ignored his dad calling him out about today just to rush over Mark. They hugged, and it felt great, it compensated all the insults and daggers Jos throw at him later.

“You’re coming to the party, right?” Mark big chocolate eyes were begging him, with a puppy gesture. He was ignoring all the congratulations, all the pats in his shoulder, everything, just for Max.

“Of course” He giggled, “Can’t miss your party”

Damn, maybe he should have missed the party. Max was blinded by the flashing lights and the stupidly loud music. Mark was nowhere to be seeing.

Daniel was the first person he bumped into. He was already tipsy, and offered the Dutch a shot of tequila. In a normal situation Max would have accepted it, hoping to easy his mind, but right now certain brunette who happened to be his teammate was the only thing occupying his mind, and the last he wanted was to kill that thought.

“Have you seen Mark?” His voice was came out a bit loud, hopping the Australian would hear him in between the nose. A subtle shade of red was covering his cheeks and the top of his ears.

“Markie?” Daniel screamed into him, making Max nod with discomfort. ”He was with Nando I think”

“Nando?” He furrowed his eyebrows at the mention of the Spanish man.

“No, wait. Not Nando, Lando!” Maybe Daniel had drink more than he thought in the first place. “I meant Lando! Yeah!” He screamed with a wide smile. Max gave the man a shy thanks, before starting his search for the other.

Mark was dancing with the other pilot, but soon left him when his eyes meet Max’s. Approaching him.

“You’re actually here” Max couldn’t bring himself to answer, too stunned by the way Mark’s big brown eyes seemed to shine. The man was truly beautiful.

“Can we go somewhere more private?” Max leaned into the other’s neck, almost brushing the freckles that adorned said skin with his lips. Mark shakes over the heat of Max breath hitting over him, gently rubbing the blond’s waist with his hand. He nodded, giving Lando a final look the dutch wasn’t able to describe. “It’s a great party” he said when they made it to the alley, his teammate’s hand was still in his waist, and Max was not going to be one to complain.

“You did well today. I’m not sure if I told you” Max got shy, again, when Mark mumbled his reassuring words. At this point Max found relieve in them, he no longer wanted to scream at him or punch him for them. Max had slowly come to terms with himself.

“I should be the one congratulating you” Max found himself leaning closer to the man, and the heat he emanated. “You did great Mark” His cocky grin expands at the dutch’s words.

“Thank you” Mark had his eyes glued at Max’s as they leaned closer. “Do I get a prize?” His other hand found the blond’s bareback as he still caressed his waist.

“For a third place?” Max mirrored the brunettes cocky gesture. They were centimetres apart, their breathings mixing in a heated sigh, battling to keep their hands for themselves.

“I did great, didn’t I?” Max leaned closer until there was no space left. He was kissing Mark, he was kissing the pink lips his found himself watching so often. Finally.

Mark pressed Max body against his, leaving no space between their bodies either. Right when the heat was emerging between them, Mark cracked a laugh, founding a confused pair of eyes locked at him. “That was great, like actually great”

#f1 #formula 1 #male reader #mv1 #max verstappen #jos verstappen #max verstappen x male reader #max verstappen x reader #lando norris #hard to love #red bull f1

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