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cute-sucker · 3 days

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all i can think about is boxer!rafe with his cute clumsy gf??

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rafe being a boxer did not help your situation as an unnaturally clumsy person.

you're always on the brink of failing down, head face first into concrete, or something even worse. you feel like an idiot every single day as you try to get through obstacles that face your everyday life.

going up the stairs? yes, you have fallen going up the stairs.

going down the stairs? check that off the list too. that was done a hot minute ago. it's all a blur to you, but when you and rafe first got into a relationship it was alarming the amount of bruises you got.

it was strange to be with someone so coordinated as him, as if every single on his moves was coordinated. you had watched him box and every move deliberate. power and strength oozed off of him, and you wondered what you even offered in the relationship. after all he was the one taking care of you.

he could tell when you were about to fall - his hand stuck out to catch you, he could tell when you were going to trip, hands reaching for your shoulders. you would always give him a cute smile afterwards, and a welcoming kiss.

but there were other times when you felt worse about it, crying to him about how incompetent you were, "can't do it, rafe. i'm so, so clumsy," and you could tell that he was fighting the urge to laugh as you pouted.

"nah. i like it," he would mutter, before gently smudging your lipstick with his finger as he tilted down to give you a peck, "keeps me on my toes."

and yet there were times when being clumsy did not help at all.

you were snuggled to his side, smelling his hoodie in deeply before sighing. the movie was playing in the background as he held you close to his chest, as a soft humming escaped your lips. it was a moment you knew you would always remember, and you raised your arms to stretch.

little to your knowledge the sleeves of your shirt went down to uncover a litter of blue and green bruises. they looked fairly recent but still were blossoming on your skin. unbeknownst to you, rafe's eyes quickly traveled to your arms.

"hey? you good?" he sputtered out, and you gave him a smitten nod, burrowing deeper into his chest. rafe looked even more concerned, readjusting - which forced you to get up as a short whine left your mouth.

he tugged at your sweatshirt, "what the hell was that?"

you furrowed your eyebrows, "what the hell was what? you have to be more specific rafe-" you hated this, and even though you didn't know what he was talking about there was this inkling of fear that stuck into your heart.

rafe let out a grunt, before pulling away down your sleeves again, and then he pointed at the bruises, "these? who hurt you?"

dumbfounded you stared at your arms, and then looked at rafe - his eyes practically bugging out of their sockets, jaw clenched as if a vein was about to burst and you couldn't help but start giggling.

"hey. hey, focus," a hand reached for your jaw as you stared into his steely eyes. suddenly you saw another side of him, the rafe that everyone talked about. the one that could knock out a guy with one punch, the one that came home with bloody knuckles and a chewed mouth guard. and yet it was the same rafe that slept in your bed comfortably and whispered your name gently as if he wanted to etch it on his heart.

that rafe.

you had zoned out again before you noticed his furious expression, and then an unpleasant smile that crossed on his face. it looked as if he was trying to feign being calm, and you felt tears prick your eyes.

"rafe-"

"no crying. c'mon baby, just give me a name."

now you were chuckling through tears, and he gave him an incredulous look.

finally he pecked your lips, his words oddly sweet, "listen. i've always told you i'm gonna protect you right. it's jeff isn't it-" his words came out sharp, and you knew exactly who he was talking about - your boss at the restaurant you worked at who complained about your inability to do anything right.

but that was definitely not it.

"rafe!" you finally sputtered, "rafe it's me."

finally he stopped, his mouth gaping open, "what do you mean it's you sweets?"

you huffed, looking down at your arms, "i'm so darn clumsy that i have bruises everywhere. i always check before i go to bed, yk' to check how many i have."

rafe's concern quickly shifted to a mix of frustration and worry as he examined the bruises on your arms, letting soft clucks. he let out a sigh, running a hand through his hair before turning to you with a furrowed brow.

"sweetheart, you have to be more careful," he said, his tone tinged with annoyance but softened by genuine concern, and then he finally tugged you in closer as you started to protest.

"we'll talk about this later. maybe you'll start boxing, huh? you'll be my little champ."

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fum1ku · 1 day

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hii !! i really enjoyed your works so far and saw that your requests are open ! could i request the hq boys reacting to you running up to hug them after they win a tournament? not sure how many characters i can req so just however many you would like :D

HUGS AFTER A TOURNAMENT - HQ BOYS

ft. kei tsukishima, ryuunosuke tanaka, tobio kageyama, daichi sawamura

KEI: him being the salty guy he is (or can be) he’s not one for physical affection. but when he’s out on the court with his team celebrating their win and he catches you out of the corner of his eye—he’s hooked. and even if he’d never admit it, you were the only one he wanted to celebrate his big win with.

you came running up from behind him and wrap your arms around his waist.

“kei! that was amazing. you did great—you all did great!” you beamed, your voice muffled into his jersey.

“yeah, yeah. let’s get off the court, dumbass. people can see us.”

you smiled, noticing the red tinge on his cheeks; his hand holding yours tightly as he guided you both off the court.

RYŪNOSUKE: of course he’s one of the first to celebrate their big win. after each team thanks each other and makes their way off the court, he goes off to find you in the stands.

spotting you, he excitedly runs up to you and sweeps you off your feet and into his arms, before you could even get a chance to hug him yourself. “y/n! babe! did you see that? hey, we won!”

you laugh, “i saw, ryuu! you did amazing, baby. i saw you when you—”

he cut you off with a kiss. yeah, he was drenched in sweat, but you couldn’t have been happier to be with him in this moment after their big win.

suga was the one who needed your moment. “if you two are done, we’re heading over to change and get some food to celebrate—”

tanaka gave you a quick kiss and ran off to get changed. you couldn’t help but smile to yourself the entire walk out of the arena and back to the bus.

TOBIO: it had been a close game. but karasuno had turned the tables during the final set. offering to help clean up the court before heading home, tobio stayed back with a few other players.

you had made your way down to the court to find tobio, a broom in hand, sweeping the court. you ran up behind him and wrapped your arms around him.

“you did amazing, tobio!” you beamed. you could feel him first stiffen at the feeling of your arms around him, but his figure softened once he heard those words from you.

“you.. you really think so, y/n?” he questioned.

“yeah, tobio! i know so. i watched the whole thing!”

his cheeks burned red in the moment. you really were that proud of him.

DAICHI: he had ended up in the floor, engulfed by suga and asahi. this game had meant everything to them.

you laughed to yourself on the sidelines next to kiyoko, watching the whole thing take place. you wanted nothing more than to run up to your sweet boyfriend and hug him, but that would have to wait until the teams had said their thank you’s and goodbyes.

at the last moment, you finally watched as daichi made his way over to your spot in the bench.

“y/n, hey! did you—” you immediately cut him off with your embrace, wrapping your arms around his neck and pulling his body close to yours.

you smiled to yourself in the moment.

“hey, you’re that excited for us too?” he laughed.

you pulled back to have your eyes meet with his. “of course i am! you guys did amazing. you did amazing!”

you planted a soft kiss to his cheek.

“yeah, we really did, huh?” he smiled.

⁂ taglist: none at the moment !!

thank you so much for the request!! i’m glad so many people are enjoying my writing:) sorry if this seemed a little rushed or lacked some characters. i wasn’t sure who to include! and as always, my requests are always open!

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babygorewhore · 1 day

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Can’t stop thinking about…being JJ’s Maybanks older sister being fucked by Older! Rafe. Word count like 600. Oral! Fem recieving! Pussy slapping! Degrading and praise! Unprotected sex! Breeding kink! Dividers by @xxbimbobunnyxx

Being JJ’s older sister also came with a reputation. You were a cheerleader in high school. Known for your slightly intimidating demeanor and sultry personality. You often stood up for your younger brother, especially from your shit father. Even taking a few hits. But now, being in college, you didn’t have time to worry about JJ, who was traveling the world with his friends.

You were now focused on your drink, a drink Rafe Cameron had poured for you. He was almost ten years older than you, a successful businessman and sexy bachelor. You craved him the moment you saw him shopping last week, wearing your skin tight clothes that accentuated your curves and tits. Rafe didn’t resist your temptation, leaned into your seductive words and eyes. That brought you to tonight. Lounging in his bedroom with your matching bra and panties. Your mouth savored the last drop of wine as Rafe watched you. His blue stare burning through you.

“Lay down,” He says, his raspy voice demanding and you quickly listen. Rafe kneels over you, big hands trailing your bare torso and grips your hips.

“Fuck, Angel. Keep giving me those eyes and I’m gonna explode. But I’m gonna taste that perfect cunt of yours.” He promises and peels off your underwear.

You shiver, your nipples hardening as he kisses down your chest, stomach and finally hovers above your cunt as it leaks onto the sheets. Rafe’s tongue focuses on your clit when he presses his face against you, fingers pushing through your entrance as he moans. “Fuck, you taste so sweet, princess. Mmm, needed my girl.”

You whine and pant as he sucks the bud into his mouth, making you writhe on his face as he groans. “Could just cum from this. Been wanting to do this for hours. Need me to take care of you? Make you forget all those bad memories?”

You nod and grunt as he leans back and slaps your cunt. Shocking you at first before he slaps it again, his soaked fingers swirling your clit as you’re pushed over the edge.

“Aww, is that all you need? My girl just needing her pussy slapped? That’s so fuckin sexy, baby girl. You needed a real man to fuck you. Someone who knows how to take care of a pretty girl.” Rafe smirks and then pulls down his pants. Boxers fall to the side of the bed as he pumps his thick dick a few times, leaking tip twitching before he shoves it in. “Ah, fuck. You needed this didn’t you? Needed me to stuff you full?”

“Mhm,” you cry out and grip his shoulders as he pounds into you. “Fuck, baby. I want you to cum in me, make me yours. Please, I’m begging.”

“Fuckin dirty slut, huh? Need me to breed your desperate pussy? Don’t worry, nothing is gonna go to waste.” Rafe promises and thrusts deeper, reaching the most sensitive parts.

Your head throws back as your climax sends you over the edge and you exhale sharply when he flips you on your hands and knees. Rafe slaps your ass and wraps his arm around your neck.

“Such a filthy little whore for me, aren’t you? No one else is gonna fuck you like me. Make you cum like me. You are mine, now fucking say it.” He growls in your ear and you obediently repeat his words. “Good girl, making me so proud.”

All your life you went without an older man and now, you were being fucked by the Outer banks most desired one.

@marchsfreakshow @xxbimbobunnyxx @drewstarkeyslut @redhead1180 @oceandriveab @starkeysprincess @rafecameroninterlude @gri959 @rafescurtainbangz @rafesthroatbaby

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imaluckygirl · 1 day

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you + my arms = perfection ( n.riki )

synopsis: where you texted your boyfriend telling him that you were feeling sick and probably wasn’t going to school. what should riki do since he misses you so much?

( 엔하이픈 ) - riki x fem.reader ; fluff , puppy love , kinda domestic & crack ? .. ( words : 3,1k )

bookshelf .

warnings: curse words, reader feels sick + cramps, reader has a mum and a dad who loves each other a little bit too much ( another happy couple besides you and riki lol ), mentions of period

note: helloooo hahhehhe changed my theme again hashdjhag and i'm back heheheheheheheh kys school ,, anyway, it might contain a ton of grammar errors hehe

riki couldn’t take his eyes off the clock placed above the green board. the teacher was standing in front of the class, finishing some boring explanations. wait, just two minutes remaining… finally!

“okay class, tomorrow’s class i’ll check if you guys did today’s homework.” miss Baek spoke a minute after the school bell rang.

riki quickly threw his belongings inside his backpack, more than excited and anxious to see you. the black haired boy quickly got out of the classroom and at the hallway he saw his other classmates — jaeyum, heeseung and sunwoo, they were just an year older — sending them a simple wave while running.

“what’s up guys!” he greeted the boys.

“hey, riki!” jaeyun answered. “what’s up with him?” he asked heeseung, but he seemed clueless, shrugging.

sunwoo threw his arm around jake’s shoulders, hugging them. “oh my poor friend jaeyun,” he let out a cartoonish laugh. “doesn’t know how love make us crazy?” sunwoo circled his index fingers, like he was gesturing riki was deliriously in love.

“that child already has a girlfriend and i’m older than him.” heeseung muttered between his teeth then pouting his lips.

“hey!” jaeyun pushed his shoulder against heeseung’s shoulder, making him look at his friend’s face with his eyes widened in surprise.

“what?”

“i arranged you a date with my sister last month! she said you dumped her!” jaeyun complained. “and still wonder why you are single.” he murmured at his friend angrily.

“what’s wrong with him?” heeseung asked sunwoo, watching his friend walking a bit faster than the duo behind him. he scoffed at his childishness.

“while some people are loving, some of them are hating…” sunwoo sighed pouting.

“and while some people are growing up, some of them are not.”

“yeah, we can say that too.”

rushing to your parent’s house doorstep, riki recovered his breath right after arriving at your front door. before he could even knock on the door, he took a minute to fix his hair and calm down a bit, but quickly decided to knock, not standing any longer far from his girlfriend.

the door was opened and he could see your mother’s face. “who are- oh?!” she gasped, a smile spreading across her face while her son-in-law appeared in front of her house with an wide smile. “what happened son?” she asked the young man, letting him in after taking a step back, shutting the door.

“i came to see y/n…” he shyly replied, making your mother giggle after pulling away from the hug she gave him.

“young couples are the cutest.” she turned to look at riki. “it makes me think about my youth; when i first met yn’s father.”

“who is it honey?” a masculine voice came out from the kitchen. “oh? hello young man, how are you?” your dad went to shake hands with him.

“i’m doing great, um…” riki scratched the back of his head. “can i see y/n?”

“of course son, go ahead!” your mother spoke with a gentle smile.

“just don’t do anything with my daughter or we’ll have a problem mister nishimura.” your dad joked with a threatening voice. next thing riki saw was his mother-in-law pushing her husband back to the kitchen and giving your boyfriend a soft smile; while his father-in-law’s laugh could be heard from the stairs.

going upstairs and knocking on your door, your boyfriend heard how silent your room sounded, making him even more anxious to hear your sweet voice. “y/n? my little demon?” he called you while walking in your room, taking a look around — even though he knew you would be easily spotted laying on your bed. “shit, she’s asleep…” he whispered, taking slow and careful steps closer to your bed, laying next to you.

you were almost completely covered by your heavy blanket and air was coming out of the small gap between your lips; since your nose was stuffy. even if he described how you were looking when he arrived at your room, you still looked pretty, and he wondered how. your air humidifier was on and your air conditioner was turned on, making riki frown. “that’s why you get sick dummy.” he, again, whispered, letting out a breathy laugh, like he was mocking your naivety after reaching for the air conditioner's remote and turning it off.

“‘ki?” he heard your groggy voice, stirring and turning your body to look at your boyfriend’s figure. “is this a dream?” you asked yourself, still in your sleepy state. you squinted your eyes, trying to get a deeper look at your boyfriend’s face while stretching your arms.

“yeah, it is a dream.” riki took advantage and hugged your waist, placing a kiss onto your neck, making you slightly shiver under his touch. “a very good dream.” he closed his own eyes while snuggling his nose onto the crook of your neck.

“i’m sleepy and sick but not mentally unstable.” you pulled his face away from your neck, looking at his eyes with heavy eyes. “hi my baby.” you smiled at the view of your boyfriend, looking down at his lips and eventually taking a glance at his chin’s beautiful beauty mark.

“hi my queen.” he giggled after calling you this nickname, snuggling his nose back onto your neck.

you groaned and pouted as you pulled his face away from your neck once again. “stop placing your face on my neck.” you complained, your hands cupping his red cheeks.

“no.” he shook his head but realised you were being kinda serious, making him cough out of embarrassment and fix the situation. “i mean, why?” riki pouted on purpose, making you smile uncontrollably — and unconsciously. “that-! that smile!” he smiled widely, mocking your lovesick smile. you immediately brushed that grin away, looking back at his eyes with a serious gaze.

“what smile? i don’t usually smile at you.” cocking a brow you watched how his smile just got wider the more you tried to explain yourself.

“the first thing you told me when we started dating was that you hated lies, and now look at you! lying...” he scrunched his nose playfully, teasing you and then placing a kiss onto your nose; making you giggle.

before he could continue teasing you, you coughed and took less than a second for riki to remember why he was missing you so much. “are you okay my pretty girl?” he asked with his brows frowned, cupping your cheeks and looking at your face, watching how slow you were blinking and how red was your nose and eyes.

you sniffled, ready to reply him that you were okay, but, now, a sneeze interrupted you. “i'm-sneeze” and then the room got silent: but not for to long since a sneeze broke into your reply once again. “okay!” you completed, sniffling your stuffy nose one more time.

“i think i have some medicine in my backpack, lemme take a look-”

when your boyfriend was just about to stand up and rush to get his backpack, you held onto him like a koala. “stay with me, i just need your cuddles right now...” you whispered, hugging him tightly.

not knowing how to react at your clinginess, riki just shyly chuckled and hugged your back, taking his time to hold your head and play with your hair; while he inhaled the smell of your cheap shampoo: that just works so well with your hair.

“never mind,” you groaned against his chest, slightly pulling away from your boyfriend. “i don't want to make you sick.” you looked up at him with puppy eyes and pouty lips, feeling sorry and, yet, sad.

“babe,” he let out a breathy laugh before replying your comment. “you know your boyfriend is already sick, don't you?” he smirked, proud of his own unfunny joke

“tell me when i should start laughing.” you spoke with a serious face expression, making riki's grin get even wider.

“you can laugh now.” he nodded his head, like he was telling you 'go ahead'.

“i'm not laughing otherwise i'll cough right onto your face,” you pursed your lips, shaking your head in a dramatic way, playing with him. “and that would be embarrassing as fuck-”

*knock knock knock*

“y/n-ah? can i come in sweetie?” your mum's voice echoed behind the door.

“yeah...” you tried to shout as loud as you could.

your mum was slowly walking into the room, not wanting to invade yours and riki's 'couple' privacy or something. knowing that the room was safe for her to walk in without watching any embarrassing scene — like you and riki making out ( even though she knew it was nearly impossible due to your sick state ).

“dinner is ready.” she sweetly smile at both of you, her eyes shining at the sight of riki and you cuddled up together.

the sight of you and riki just being a couple and doing couple 'things' always made your mum all giddy and proud. and that's because she remember how much she fell in love with your dad back in the days. how handsome she thought he was and how smart he looked when solving a math equation at the green board; back when she was going to school.

it's funny because, you are the smart and rational one in the relationship, and riki seems to be the most stupid and hopelessly in love. how could he focus on the green board or on the teacher while you are in the same room as him? you were just too good to be true! and your mum was just like that with your dad. you can't convince me this isn't the cutest thing ever.

your mum and your dad were the kind of couple who, if get a divorce, you would say with your whole chest that love is fake. i mean, not that much anymore since you have a small inconvenience by your side — nishimura riki.

“oh, i made that chicken noddle soup for you since you are feeling sick, okay?” your mum told you, and you nodded with a small smile, thanking her. “are you guys okay to eat at the dinner table with us or do you guys prefer to eat in the room?”

riki glanced at you, looking for your opinion. “what do you prefer my stuffy nose?”

embarrassed after hearing your mum's giggles hearing the nickname he called you out of nowhere, you gave him upset eyes and a big pout, answering: “i'm just going to ignore what you just call me-” you changed the subject pretty quickly after a dry cough. “i prefer to eat here mama, i'm not feeling okay to get up right now.” you were barely looking at her face at this point, cramps just smashing your stomach and making your shoulders cringe and your brows frow; snuggling your face deeper into your boyfriend's warm neck.

your mum nodded and let out a simple hum, not realising you were in pain at that second, leaving the room humming a sweet melody; and you could even hear her footsteps downstairs.

riki felt how your body suddenly had an unexpected reaction and tried to look at down at your hidden face, but couldn't, so he decided to just kiss your forehead and ask you if you were okay again.

when you just nodded and hummed, he ran his hand down to your arms and reached for your hand, trying to find it under the covers. when he found your hand, placed just above your stomach like you were in pain on that area, he immediately took your hand onto his and caressed the covered skin of your belly.

“are you...” riki paused himself before asking something ridiculously embarrassing for you. “i mean, i don't want to make you feel embarrassed-not like this is a embarrassing thing but-”

“i'm having cramps, it hurts...” you whispered with a lower tone.

“so you are on your, um...” he sighed and gulped down tightly, getting the courage to ask you. “on your lady's days?” the japanese boy finally asks. shyly, but asked.

“um...yeah?” you chuckled after answering, making his tensioned muscles relax. “i'm sick and on my period,” you chuckled once again, analising how humiliating your current situation was.

“it sucks, right baby?” he pouted, giving your forehead a kiss and then proceeding to look down at your lips. he placed your hand — that was placed under the covers; above your lower stomach — on his cheek, replacing your hands with his, saying: “i missed you all day, i'll take care of you,” he pecked your lips, pulling away after placing a few onto the same spot. “i wish i could tell those cramps and virus to go away from my baby, even if i would be the one to get sick.” he placed another innocent kiss onto your lips.

“mhm...” you whined, pouting while shaking your head.

“no? really? would you rather keep suffering?” he raised his brows, teasing you.

you tsked before opening your mouth to justify yourself, beginning to rub your thumb over his cheek, “i'm not saying that i want to suffer, but if you get sick i wasn't going to be able to kiss you...”

“that's not true,” he shook his head, pursing his lips like he was disappointed. “if you want to kiss me, you can come and kiss me.” he shrugged.

“i wouldn't want to get sick again!” you cried, frowning whle arguing with him.

“oh, so do you think i want to get sick?” riki cocked his brow at you, and like an angry kid, you gave him your tongue.

“you just said you would!”

“wrong,” he mocked a wrong noise. “i was going to, not would anymore.”

“liar... you would...” you gave him a petty gaze, snuggling yourself closer to his body — if that's even possible at this point.

“yeah, i guess you're right,” he laughed, hugging your body back, running his hands over your hips to pull you closer to him. “i would.” and you felt your forehead being kissed, making you happily smile.

bonus scene!

after five minutes your mum walked in the room with a plate full of filling food for riki and a bowl of chicken noddle soup for you. she opened a small portable table - those small tables we place at soft surfaces to get more stability, you know? — and asked if something else was missing.

she realised she hasn't grabbed any drinks or asked if you guys wanted to drink something. knowing your drink of preference, she didn't even have to ask you. however, your mum asked your boyfriend what kind of beverage he would like to have with his homemade burger — and as she expected, he said soda.

since your mum has gone downstairs to grab drinks, riki took the opportunity to play with you pamper you by feeding you instead of you feeding yourself. how could he let his fragile pretty girl have her chicken noddle soup by herself? he started feeding you without even asking you if he could, and you accepted the service at first.

except the moment your mum silently walked into the room — even though her steps usually sounds pretty noisy — and caught you with a spoon close to your mouth and riki humming with a thin voice for you to open your mouth, like you were a cute toddler. you died inside when you opened your mouth and let your boyfriend feed you while gazing at your mother like you were apologising at her.

you wondered if you would be able to look at your mother's face with a serious gaze after recovering yourself from this temporary sickness. — thank you riki for making our poor sick y/n embarrassed!

“baby, say 'ah'...”

“stop riki!” you frowned at him. “i'm full.” you told him with upset eyes, turning your face away from his view.

“don't government name me right now missy,” he shook his head like he was disappointed with you. “enjoy while your boyfriend is being nice and taking care of his big baby; now, say: 'ah' before my arm fall off of my own body!”

you squinted your eyes at the black haired boy like he was threatening you somehow.

“come on! are you still embarrassed because your mum walked in?!” he raised his brows, stupefied.

“what do you think genius?” you mocked him, scoffing while crossing your arms.

“come on~” he whined, laying down with you after carefully — yet in a swift movement — placing the small wood table beside the bed; on the ground. “your mum must have walked in your room while i was here at much more embarrassing moments.” he burst out in a fit of laughter, watching how your eyes widened.

“not that!-” you slowly brought your body up.

“yes that!” riki nodded his head while smiling and giggling like crazy. “you were almost eating my face out that da- ah!”

“shut up!” you shouted while closing his mouth with your hand after jumping on top of him. “i didn't eat your face out!” you complained with widened eyes, shocked that he said that.

his warm breath against your hand was making your skin sweaty, so you pulled your hand away from his mouth and frowned, checking your sweaty — kinda wet — hand.

“yeah, you didn't but almost did!” he kept teasing you, and when you were just about to shut him up again, he held your fist —in a very soft and gentle touch — and kissed the back of your hand, intertwining his hands with yours. “i'm just kidding pretty girl, don't get all pouty,” he pulled your face close to his, eventually having to lay your body on top of his, receiving a sweet kiss from the stupid boy.

he was kissing you slowly and it was a kiss filled with so much love, and that feeling got you smiling and giggling throughout the whole kiss, making riki lose his complete focus on the kiss and following your giggles. “you don't seem to be sick anymore” kiss. “so i should keep kissing you right?” teasing you, he smirked and kept kissing you, stopping between some peck-pauses. “you are even forgetting about your sickness, see? i'm your medicine.” he giggled, playing with your hair, pulling away from the kiss after a few innocent pecks.

“remember when i said you almost ate my face that day? that was the best make out i've ever had.” he cupped your cheek with so much love, placing a last peck onto your lips and smiling at your shiny eyes.

“one week without make out sessions young man,” you spoke after a quick moment of silence, pursing your lips as you shrug, sliding your body to the other side of the bed; laying on your bed's fluffly cushion.

“WHAT?!” his eyes went widen.

“this is your punishment, good luck.” you sent him a flying kiss, turning your back at him.

“BABE! NOOOOOO~”

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mo-ondrcps · 1 day

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♖ ˗ˏˋ 𝐇𝐈𝐒 𝐒𝐇𝐈𝐑𝐓 ´ˎ˗

❛ dreaming of wearing jiyan's shirt leading to a heated encounter with him.❜

: ̗̀➛ bodyguard! jiyan x rich! reader warning(s): the following contains smut. minors dni. content: dom! jiyan, sub! fem reader, unprotected sex, biting, katoptronophilia, nipple play, teasing, praising, fingering genre: au — modern, implied — secret relationship word count: 1.2K author's note: celebrating now that i finally got jiyan after so many pulls.

Curiosity bit you after realizing you've never had the chance to wear one of your boyfriend, Jiyan's clothes before. Almost all of your friends who are in a relationship had their skin graze the soft garments of their partner's clothes, may it be a shirt or a jacket they often wear. Their scent had always lingered on the fabric until it would be replaced by your friends' before they give it back.

Jiyan would let you use one of the shirts, except the selection was something he rarely used, making it boring for your enjoyment. He always reminded you that if your parents ever saw something suspicious that would indicate you're dating each other, would lead to him getting fired on the job and you both didn't want that no matter how much you love each other.

So, while your parents are away for a meeting, you stole one of Jiyan's often worn, black shirt from his bed while he was busy in the showers of his room. You felt triumphant, slipping the soft material on your body while giving yourself a twirl in front of the mirror. Jiyan's shirt was rather plain without any extravagant designs on the front and back portion, though it was large, dropping down to the middle of your thigh like a dress. You took the edge of the fabric to your nose, sniffing it softly, identifying traces of his strong cologne that made you melt in place.

"You think you're very sneaky, aren't you, love?"

You jolt from where you stood, turning around to see Jiyan's tousled hair from the shower, dropping along his shoulders. He often wore his hair in a high ponytail, but seeing him right now, leaning against the door frame of his bathroom, wrapped in just a towel around his waist, was proving much more attraction to your eyes. Not to mention the water droplets from his hair, tracing down along his biceps that crossed over his toned chest before hitting the floor.

His gaze on you was narrowed, golden eyes darkened in delight that made your arousal pool between your legs. Suddenly it became too hard to breathe in his presence, but Jiyan allowed you to drink in all of it while he walked towards you.

"I'd have you punished for stealing my belongings, but..."

His voice trailed in a low whisper near your ear that made you shiver while his hand held onto your thigh, tracing his soft touch upwards until he reached your heat. His two fingers prodding the damp fabric of your panties before slipping them inside, rubbing slow circles along your aching clit. The sensation made your head lean to his shoulder, moaning and gasping for air against his ministrations.

"You look cute in my clothes. Maybe even more cute after I make you come in my mirror."

Jiyan pulled a nearby seat, placing it in front of his mirror before taking off his towel, allowing his erection to be free of its constraints. He pulled you to his lap, not exactly to sit on his cock just yet. Much to your disappointment, it made Jiyan chuckle.

"Jiyan... Need you."

"I know, love. But be patient with me."

His voice lingers next to your ear again like wisps of intoxicated perfume aimed to make you drunk on him. Jiyan's hands lingered on the waistband of your underwear, taking a good grip of the edge before tearing the fabric away with force, making you gasp while he tossed it to the floor.

"But you're not patient, are you?"

A low growl left his lips before plunging two fingers into your wet cunt, making you moan loudly at the sudden intrusion. Now you regret teasing him.

"I never said I'll be patient. Not when my love is wearing something I own."

Jiyan's fingers pushed in and out of your cunt with quick motions, eliciting a series of moans that fell from your mouth. Your head fell back on his shoulder while your legs were stretched open with the support of his other hand gripping your thighs. The sight made him growl in anger that you couldn't distinguish until your chin was forcefully pulled back straight to eye the mirror.

"Watch the show, love. Didn't I tell you? Or should I remind you?"

Hot. Jiyan could be a little strict with work and your protection as your bodyguard, but now you wish he could be equally commanding like this for your future bedroom activities. Either that or it was because of his shirt that clung to you for support in this heated moment. It still made some of your release spill on his fingers that only spurred him to go faster, pounding into you with much force that made your back lean against his body.

"J-Jiyan... I'm-."

"That's it, my love. Let go. Come on my hands like a good princess."

Jiyan rubbed his fingers against your walls, pinching your clit, making you moan and spill your release on his hands, ruining a bit of the mirror. It made him hum in approval, peppering kisses on your neck before taking a bite on your collarbone, leaving a mark that made you moan.

"Jiyan! My parents would know."

"Forget them right now, princess. I want you to know you belong to me."

He took his length in his hands, rubbing the tip over your wet folds before delving deep into your walls, hitting your cervix with harsh thrusts. It made him smirk at the sight of you moaning while you came undone in front of his mirror. Your eyes were shut, pleasure over taking your senses before interrupting it with another bite on your nape.

"Eyes on the mirror, love, or I'm stopping here."

A whine escaped your lips, eyes wandering to the mirror once more to watch him pound his cock in harsh thrusts while his hands roamed underneath the shirt, pulling the fabric upwards. It was just enough to reveal your chest without completely shedding the shirt away to fondle your hardened nipples. His fingers pinched the sensitive buds before rolling them between his thumb and index finger. His golden eyes lingered on your shoulder, smiling fondly at you despite your moment of intimacy before gracing your nape with a light kiss.

"See how mesmerizing you are princess? All for me... to protect, to love,... to touch."

Your moans were loud, having no other choice but to keep watching your boyfriend praise you through his touch and words that made you grow increasingly wet.

"Where do you want me, love?"

"Inside."

That made Jiyan's desires for you grow wild, punishing your cunt in ruthless thrusts, fueled by the thought of claiming you like this. The fear and caution of your relationship with him had been discarded for a while in this moment of pleasure, desiring nothing but each other.

"Fuck. Moan my name, love."

His command sent you on the edge of an orgasm. Your hands loosely tried to find something to hold on to while your release tainted his cock and mirror. Jiyan groaned at the sight, thrusting his hips before slowing down to release his load inside, perfectly filling you up. His warm breath tickled your neck while he rest his head on your shoulder.

"Alright,... You can wear what I wear. Just... not when your parents are around."

Your chest heaved, a small smirk forming on your lips.

"I'm sure you can handle it with or without them around the house. Maybe I should wear your button-up shirt next."

Jiyan responded back with a growl instead, pushing his fingers down your sensitive cunt once more that made you moan.

"If that's a challenge. Let's do it right now then. Get changed."

#☾ ❛ 𝐦𝐨𝐨𝐧'𝐬 𝐦𝐮𝐬𝐢𝐧𝐠. → ⌜ writing. ⌟#wuthering waves #wuwa #jiyan #wuwa jiyan #jiyan wuthering waves #jiyan x reader #wuwa x reader #wuthering waves x reader #wuwa smut #wuthering waves smut #jiyan smut #jiyan imagine #smut #mdni #jiyan x fem!reader #jiyan x reader smut

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luvj4key · 1 day

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sweet impulses - yjw

pairing - bf!jungwon x f!reader genre - drabble, fluff, established relationship wc - 612 warning(s) - skinship, kissing 🎐⋆⭒˚｡⋆ tiana's note 🎀 - this has me sick. i need a man saur bad. also, your girl's back <3 ✧˖° ... (library)

jungwon is usually good at holding himself back from acting on his impulsive thoughts - well, he claims to but you don't believe it for a second. but when it comes to you? he's letting them win in a heartbeat. he will give up everything on the spot for you. so when he saw you sitting at your desk, completely immersed in the book you were reading, he knew he had to approach you.

you suddenly feel a pair of lips on yours. surprised, you glanced up, meeting eyes with jungwon who had a grin on his face. "may i help you?" you smiled while asking, raising an eyebrow.

"no need for help. you just looked very kissable." he answered. “i needed to kiss you.” he added.

“really? how?” you chuckle, bookmarking your book, "i'm just sitting and reading my book."

"did you know you pout when you're concentrated? i think it's the cutest thing ever," he points out, leaning against your desk, "does that answer your question for you?”

"do i really? there's no way." you said in disbelief. to jungwon's amusement, you unconsciously started to pout as you tried to recall any moments where you did make that face. you stopped, growing conscious, "i'm doing it now, aren't i?"

"absolutely," he cooed, leaning over to pinch your cheeks to which you whine, trying to swat his hands away, "never beating the cutie allegations."

rolling your eyes, you scoffed, "yeah, yeah are you done yet?

“why should i be? i’m your boyfriend, it’s my job to smother you.” he replied in a matter-of-fact way.

“smothering, huh? is that what you call it?” you jokingly remarked.

“uh yeah?” he raised an eyebrow, “what’s your version of smothering?”

you give him a mischievous smile before getting up and launching yourself into jungwon’s arms. catching him off guard, the two of you nearly lose your balance however, jungwon was quick to regain his footing. "careful there” he chuckled, patting your head affectionately.

wrapping your arms around his neck, you surprised him by attacking his face with kisses all over. a warm smile grows on his face and when you finally reach his lips, you give him a small smile before melting into a tender kiss. he pulls you in closer by the waist, not wanting to let go.

jungwon could go for hours kissing you. to jungwon, you are addictive - like a drug he refuses to quit. he’s always left wanting more from you.

when you finally part for air, you catch jungwon’s gentle gaze - you didn’t miss the great amount of love he had in them. your smile grew bigger as you moved closer and nudged your nose against his, knowing how weak he gets when you do that. a faint blush spread throughout his cheeks. “are you done reading?” he asks softly.

you pretended to think, “hm…yeah i’m done,” tilting your head to the side, you asked, “why-“

suddenly, you feel yourself being lifted off the ground causing a surprised yelp to leave your mouth, “we’re going to bed.” jungwon says, walking towards your bed.

“but it’s the afternoon?” he gently places you on the bed to which you get under the covers without any protests.

“so? we can cuddle and rot in bed together, just for awhile.” he insists, climbing into bed and pulling you closer to him. as you lay your head on his chest, you feel his steady heartbeat and you can already feel the sleepiness creeping in.

“see? this isn’t so bad now, is it?” he whispers softly, his hand gently stroking your arm, as the two of you slowly drifted off into a peaceful slumber.

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leona-hawthorne · 8 hours

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Mattheo with a s/o who’s an experienced fighter. Like they literally flipped a student over a table type shir

MATTHEO’S GIRL / mattheo riddle

mattheo riddle x fem reader

summary: lavender brown gives your man a love potion… what else can you do but fight her?

warnings: fighting/violence (not super explicit), swearing, fluff, suggestive ending (no smut), lavender brown slander (i’m sorry! i don’t even dislike her, i just didn’t know who else to use)

words: 1.2k

a/n: thank u for the request anon, i hope i did whatever you had in your head justice <3 also, i used that one prompt that was like “you’re cute when you’re mad” “ well i’m about to get real fucking adorable” i can’t remember where it was from so lmk if you do!!

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Sometimes, Lorenzo Berkshire wonders if he made the right choice by introducing you to Mattheo.

Sure, he loved that his friend was happy and in love, but Merlin, the two of you together was like pouring gasoline on a fire. A wildfire.

Mattheo Riddle wasn’t familiar with solving altercations using anything but his fists and unfortunately, you were the exact same way. At least you could say neither of you has ever lost a fight.

“Blaise, pass me the syrup.” You muttered, licking crumbs of waffles off your finger.

The Great Hall was abuzz with chattering students, the scent of bacon and eggs wafting in the air and the relaxing hum of rain outside illuminating the atmosphere.

“Y/N, I’m proud of you, to be honest,” Blaise, who sat across from you, mused as he handed you the small pitcher of syrup. Your brows furrowed, curiosity etching over your features.

“Why are you proud of me, may I ask?” You chuckled, drizzling the syrup over your waffles.

“Why? Because you didn’t rip that girl’s hair out.” He snorted, confused as to why Enzo was shaking his head at him beside you.

You looked up from your waffles, smile dropping. “What girl?”

“Um… The one who tried to give Mattheo a love potion?” He laughed nervously and Enzo shut his eyes and sighed in disappointment.

You ran your tongue over your teeth and took in a deep breath in an attempt to calm the swirling storm of fury already bubbling in your chest. “Blaise. What girl?” Your voice was dangerously quiet and Blaise’s eyes widened as he licked his lips, clearly terrified that you’d hex him on the spot if he didn’t spill.

“Lavender Brown.” The words immediately rushed out of his mouth, making it evident that he’d much rather save himself. He just wished Mattheo hadn’t slept in this morning and was here to calm his girl down.

“Explain exactly what happened,” you demand.

The words spill out of Blaise’s mouth at a comically fast speed as he aggressively cuts his waffles up with his knife.

“She was talking to him after class because McGonagall asked her to tutor him in DADA and she offered him a cookie but Pansy had heard Lavender the other day in the library, telling Parvati about how she’d finally found a way to, and I quote, ‘steal Leona’s man.’ So, we pulled him away before he could accept.” The sentences were almost indecipherable with the way Blaise was rushing them out but you caught every word, the glass in your hand almost shattering with the death grip you had on it.

“Okay,” You whispered, standing up. Just as you began walking to the Gryffindor table, your boyfriend brushed past you.

“Hey, baby, good morni—” He instantly shut up when he saw that crazed look in your eyes. “Oh, I take it, you found out.” He winced, his face scrunching up in worry and a little bit of amusement.

“Matt, I love you, babe, but get the fuck out of my way.” His arms grabbed at you, stopping you in your tracks. “Y/N, come on. I don’t wanna see you get hurt, baby.”

“Okay, many things are wrong with that statement. First, it’s funny hearing that come from you, Mister I Love Fighting. And second, you seriously think that bitch could hurt me? With her weak little arms?”

He chuckled, his hand coming up to caress your face, thumb brushing over your pouty lower lip before kissing it.

“You’re cute when you’re angry, you know?”

“Well, then I’m about to get real fucking adorable.” You shoved past him, making a beeline for the Gryffindor table, only to find that Lavender isn’t there. So, instead, you clutched Parvati’s shoulder in your hand and turned her around to look you in the eye as you leaned down to her level.

“Where’s your little friend?” You questioned, your angry eyes boring into her widened, fearful ones as she realizes Lavender’s been caught by, arguably, the scariest girl in school.

“Courtyard,” She squeaked, betraying her friend.

You nodded, eyes set on the exit as you let go of her, much to her relief as her tensed up shoulders relaxed again. Ignoring Mattheo and your friends trailing behind you, you bolted towards the courtyard and put your hair up in a ponytail as you prepared to throw hands at 9:30 in the fucking morning.

The second you spot that head of curly blonde hair, all you can see is red, rushing towards her and grabbing her by the back of the head, pulling her away from her friends. She squealed in pain as you pulled on the strands of her hair before pushing her forwards by the head.

“Ow! You psycho bitch!” Her whiny voice rang out, drawing the attention of everyone in the courtyard. Her words only fueled the anger you were harboring, steam practically coming out of your ears. With a red face, you muttered, “Oh, I’ll show you psycho.”

She attempted to tackle you but you easily dodged her predictable move and instead, waited for her to face you again before landing a punch directly on her jaw, drawing out a yelp.

Before she has the time to react, you snatch her shirt and drag her over to the picnic table nearby, your anger charging your strength as you hurl her body over the table, her back sliding across it before tumbling onto the floor, a pained groan escaping her lips.

Mattheo’s lips parted in shock, unknowing of whether to be concerned or proud of you.

“Merlin, she really is Mattheo’s girl.” Theo mutters, noting the similarities between you and your boyfriend.

You sighed and sauntered around over to her, as if this was just another Tuesday, and kneeled down to mutter in her ear, “A love potion? Are you really that desperate? Listen Lavender, you even look at what’s not yours again, and you’ll be sporting a damn body cast.”

A small smirk blossomed on your boyfriend's lips, his brows raising in amusement as you walked back over to him and planted a firm kiss on his lips.

Lavender, who’s standing now with the help of her friends, huffs exasperatedly. “He probably doesn't even want you!”

And it’s all red again. You lunged at her but your boyfriend’s arms wrapped around your waist before you could get a single punch in, securely holding you in place, your back pressed to his chest. “Let go!” You writhed around, trying to free yourself from his grasp

“It’s okay, baby.” He kissed your cheek. “I know you wanna make her bleed, but it's okay.” It’s almost laughable how sweet and soothing the words are, despite what they’re saying.

He eventually dragged you back to his dorm, deciding to skip your first classes so he could tend to your slightly bruised knuckles. You seemed to have acquired some cuts, splintered wood sticking out of your skin from when you threw Lavender over the table.

Sitting on his bed with a first aid kit beside him, he brought your hand up to his lips, kissing the small cuts before cleaning and bandaging them up. “I’m not gonna lie, the possessiveness was kind of hot.” He told you with a suggestive smirk. “You’re insane, you know that?”

”Maybe we both are.” You giggled, leaning up to plant a kiss on his jawline.

“Maybe.” He murmured, his voice turning low and husky as he stared down at you. “You’re sexy when you fight.”

He smiled as his back hit the back, your pretty face hovering above him.

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tiredfox64 · 16 hours

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HIIIIIIII ur works r sooo good i read them one by one before going to sleep im tellin ya anyways do u still do requestss?? If u do,can i request kunglao x gnreader where we suck kung lao off under a table while hes talking to raiden????? Its fine too if reader n kunglao switched

Hush Hush Never Tell

Yip notes: Guess my works were your bedtime stories XD. Also how did you freaking know I wanted to do a concept like this??? And You picked Kung Lao I've been wanting to give him some love.

Pairing: Kung Lao x Gn reader

Warnings‼️: NSFW, Oral sex (both receive)

You sat on Kung Lao’s lap with your arms wrapped around his neck and your lips smothering his. A steamy make-out session was at play. You had Kung Lao all hot and bothered from the beginning.

He hadn’t seen you since he went to the Wu Shi Academy. He knew he had to focus on his training but his mind would wander to the thought of you. He would think about holding you and kissing you from head to toe. He would imagine how your skin would feel against his and where your hands would wander. Then you came for a visit. Finally, he got to spend time with the love of his life. And maybe he could get rid of that inner frustration that had been building up since the last time he saw you.

He was very grabby today. He squeezed wherever he could. You both grew more and more desperate to the point you started grinding on his lap. You heard his breathing grow heavy and he began to whimper. Oh yeah, things are getting spicy. Nothing could ruin this moment.

Knock! Knock! Knock! FUCK!

Both of you heard Raiden calling for Kung Lao. You didn’t pay attention to what he was saying, you acted quickly. Your first instinct was to slip off of Kung Lao and hide under the table. Luckily the other side of the table was covered so no one would be able to see you were down there, only Kung Lao. Since he wasn’t answering Raiden decided to walk in. Kung Lao scooted his chair into the table more to prevent his friend from seeing his rock-hard boner. The only hint that something was going on was the slight blush on his face.

You heard some of their conversation. Raiden asked where you were, and Kung Lao had to lie by saying you were out for a walk. Little did the champion know that you were close by. This conversation might go on for a long time so you might as well get comfortable and have some fun.

When you looked forward you realized that your boyfriend's boner was not going down. It was pushing up against his pants. You knew it was uncomfortable for him so you decided to help him out a little. There was already a reaction from him. His hand went down to hint at you to not do that but did you listen? Fuck no! You’ve wanted to do this for a long time and now was your chance.

When you pulled down his pants his cock sprang out. Clearly it was happy to see you too. You saw the droplets of precum at the tip. It began to drip down and you took the chance to lean it and lick it up. Kung Lao’s eyes changed from a wide-eyed panic to half-lidded. His eyes rolled back a little before correcting.

“Are you alright, Kung Lao? Are you ill?” Raiden asked, believing his friend was suffering from something.

“Ah yeah…yeah I’m perfectly fine.” He lied through his teeth.

He tried to close his legs to prevent you from doing anything else but it was useless. You placed yourself between his legs. You were gonna have your fun right now.

You began to leave kisses all over it. They were gentle but it had an effect on Kung Lao. His nostrils were flaring up and he didn’t know where to put his hands. You gave him little licks on his tip. You’re killing him with your teasing. He wanted to thrust his hips but that would bring too much attention. Seeing how his legs jittered gave you the hint and you gave him what he wanted. Your tongue began to swirl around his tip.

Kung Lao’s hands were going crazy trying to keep himself under control. One of his hands was scratching at the table while the other was concealing his mouth just in case he couldn’t hold in any moans. Raiden suspected something was up but didn’t ask. He decided to go on and on about what they needed to do in regards to training. Kung Lao was not taking anything in. All he was thinking about was how good you were making him feel. You grew braver as this went on so you decided to take him all in. He felt your tongue slide down as your warm mouth surrounded his cock.

You’re gonna be the death of him.

He let out a whine and he began shaking a little. Raiden noticed and had to ask since Kung Lao was acting very strangely.

“What is the matter? You are not yourself.”

Kung Lao had to think quickly. What did he decide to say?

“…hungry…” Good thinking, it’s realistic.

Raiden sighed before saying, “Typical. Fine, I will leave you be so you can get yourself food. But once you are done we must discuss our training routine.”

Raiden walked out of the room and Kung Lao immediately got to work. You felt his hands grab onto your head before he stood up. It all happened so fast. You felt his cock go deeper down your throat, causing you to gag a little. He thrusted in and out of your mouth. He was a panting and whimpering mess.

All your teasing made him sensitive. Combined with the fact he had jerked off this whole time even when he so desperately wanted to he was incredibly sensitive down there. If Raiden didn’t leave in time he probably would have came right in front of him.

His cock abused the back of your throat while his fingers grabbed at your hair. His pelvis bumped into your nose multiple times. You began to drool from the inability to swallow in time and the constant movement in your mouth. You felt him twitch and he began to moan. One more thrust and you felt his cum flow down your throat. He was pent up for a long time so there was a lot going down. You had no choice but to swallow it all. That orgasm was needed. He was shaking and sweating. He didn’t even realize the top half of his body was leaning on the table.

He slipped his cock out of your mouth before sitting back down. His head went back and you could see his chest rising up and down a lot from his heavy breathing. Your mouth was a mess. A mess of saliva and cum that was slipping down your lips.

You crawled out from under the table and began to stand up before feeling Kung Lao pick you. He placed you on the table and took your pants off in one fell swoop. He parted your legs before giving you a smile.

“Now’s my turn.” He did say he was hungry. Time to dig in.

His face was between your legs in seconds. Gosh, you forgot how impressive his tongue was. Swirling around and making it a wet mess down there. His lips felt like heaven. They are wonderful for kissing and giving kisses down there. You couldn’t close your legs since his hands were spreading them apart. Good luck trying to fight him, he’s too strong and hungry for you.

Your back rested against the table since you didn’t have the strength to hold yourself up. Your head hung off and you were trying your hardest to be quiet. Your legs began to shake and you tried to push Kung Lao’s head away from down there. He didn’t budge and that orgasm hit you like a brick. Your hands went from his head over to your mouth to cover it. Your moans were muffled but could still be heard by him. Prideful bastard, he loves hearing you moan for him.

You sure made a mess on his face. Kung Lao got on top of the table and crawled on top of you. His lips latched onto yours and you both got a taste of each other. When he pulled away you saw the mess you made but also the large smile on his face.

“Have I ever told you that I love you?” He’s such a sweetheart, right?

Yap notes: I saw slugs this morning and that's cool. Not important but it's important to me. My cat finally came out and asked for pats and I told her I had to finish but nooo she needs pats. Now she is sleeping nearby. If only I could have my dog come near but he is moody right now. OH RIGHT THIS IS A FANFIC I GOT SIDETRACKED. I mean what can I say Kung Lao is a cutie patootie. And he has a big appetite like me when I'm not anxious. What am i gonna do for dinner? Adiós!

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granddaughterofdemeter · 17 hours

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like a MOTH to a FLAME

pt.1

you never do choose the right guys, but both of them don't wanna let you go...

[cheater+ex!jj maybank x fem!reader x toxic!rafe cameron]

warnings: implied sex, death, violence, cheating, verbal abuse, mean!jj, insecure!reader

summary: jj cheats on you and you decide to break up

Not going to lie, dating JJ in anyway was not expected.

Sure, you're best friends with Kiara and Sarah and friends with Cleo, but you didn't live exactly on the Cut or Figure 8. Your family is middle class, your dad is working as a computer engineer and your mother was a nurse, so not rich nor poor, just average.

Just normal.

That's why when you saw JJ sneaking out another girl out of the Chateau after a big party, you weren't surprised, just...disappointed.

You weren't really a Pogue, nor a Kook, it didn't feel like you were enough for either of those two sides.

Not matter how many times your friends told you otherwise, so when you saw another Pogue being pulled out of their house...

"JJ...?" A gentle whisper called out his name. He raised his head and stared straight into the [e/c] eyes of his girlfriend, or ex-girlfriend.

Unlike you, Kiara wasn't shocked into silence.

"God, what is wrong with you, JJ!" She snapped, grasping your upper arm and pulling you away. He grabbed your other wrist, yanking you to him and breaking Kiara's grasp.

"It's not what it looks like, Princess. I just saw her in the kitchen and-"

"JJ, we saw you..." Pope grimaced, avoiding his friends betrayed gaze.

"I- JJ, why would you..." You choked on your words before tears started to fall. "Did I do something?" The pale hand he still had on your wrist started to burn.

"No! No, no, no, no, no!" He wiped the tears from your eyes before leaning in. That itself made Kiara nearly launch herself at him with an axe but Sarah quickly made a save.

"Jesus, Kie!" She whispered, giving the miffed girl a stern glare.

You pushed him away, turning your head away from him.

"I think we should-"

"No." You scoffed, the shock wearing off and leading to anger.

"Let's go and let them...talk." Sarah sent you a sympathetic stare, before leading the others back into the house.

Once they finally left, you focus back on the blonde boy in front of you with his regretful baby blue eyes.

"What do you mean by 'No'?"

"No, we can't break up." He bit his lip, staring down at the wet sands.

"Too bad, I wanna break up."

"I physically can't...that'll mean that you don't love me anymore..."

"I don't know why you still think I love you. You cheated on me!" Your anger alerted the shaggy, blonde, haired boy that there clearly should be begging involved.

"But you-I love you!" His desperate tone caught your attention, but you refused feel any differently.

You were lying, you were surprised JJ hadn't caught on. Of course you still loved him, that wouldn't change, but it needed to start somewhere.

And it started with a lie.

"Bye...Maybank."

"Princess! Please..." But you left him standing there, alone.

Without you.

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I genuinely thought I could go through the breakup and rafe being toxic and jj being jealous right here rn

it didnt happen

this will be a series.

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You're Dead To Me.

Lando Norris x Fem!Reader, Fem!Reader x Uncle

Genre: Angst, Hurt/Comfort

A/N: this is based off a situation that happened to me irl and everything the reader says is basically everything I want to say to this blood relative. (I'm hoping this is therapeutic for me) and as much as I want to I'm not using this relative's real name.

warnings: Cursing, deadbeat uncle, mentions of suicidal thoughts, mentions of attempted suicide, maybe mentions of mental abuse but idk.

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I stared at the text message on my phone. I know I shouldn't answer it but part of me wants to know why he's texting me, why now after all this time he reached out to me?

My uncle (if that's what you could even call him) texted me. Just a plain and simple message: "Can we meet for lunch and talk?" I should've just ignored him like he's done to me for the past 4 years but I like to think that I'm better than that.

"Babe, is something wrong?" Lando asked as he nudged the side of my arm

"Hmm?" was all I hummed while I finally pulled back from my phone

"You've been staring at your phone with a sad look for the past 5 minutes" Lando said as he placed a reassuring hand on top mine

Lando and I were currently having coffee by the kitchen Island in our house. Well I was drinking coffee, Lando was drinking tea.

"Yeah, Jace just texted me. Wants to know if I want to meet with him to have lunch today to 'talk' whatever that means." I said unsure of what emotion to feel right now

"Jace, as in your uncl-"

"DON'T call him my uncle." I snapped as I cut Lando off.

I honestly didn't mean to snap at him but he knows about all the things he's done to me, to my family. He knows that I'm ashamed he's my blood relative and sometimes I wish I never met him.

"Right, m'sorry" A pinch of regret and sadness laced his voice which made me feel even more mad

"No, fuck. M'sorry Lando, you just know how I feel about him and I guess hearing you call him my uncle kinda sent me over the edge." I could feel the lump in my throat and my eyes burn at just the thought of being in front of him.

After a few seconds the silence was broken as Lando started talking "I'll be with you, if you meet with him"

"Yeah, I think I'd like that." I mumbled as I roughly rubbed my face with my palms before picking up my phone and texting Jace back.

Me: 2pm, Holly's Diner. Don't be late and come ALONE. Jace:Thank you.

with a scoff and a sigh I placed my phone down. I had 2 hours before I had to meet Jace, let's just hope I can compose myself.

"Where are we meeting him at?" Lando said as he walked back over to the Island after placing both our mugs in the sink.

"Holly's, 2pm" I said, uncertainty lacing my voice

"Let's get ready then." Lando guided me to our shared room where we gathered all our clothes and thing we'd need for a shower before making our way to the bathroom.

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Lando and I have been waiting in this Diner for what felt like years before I finally looked at the time for what must've been the 7th time since we'd arrived. '1:58' just 3 more minutes and then he's late which gives me the green light to leave and avoid him for the rest of my life.

A ring of the bell above the door pulled me from a thought I wasn't aware I was deep into. Turning my head I'm met with a man who I didn't see as family, the man I saw was a total stranger. It didn't take long for him to spot me too, given that the diner wasn't big.

Once Jace got close enough, I watched as his arms opened as if indicating for a hug, which I quickly shut down with an awkward nod. Jace took the note and just sat in front of us.

"Who's this, I thought we were both coming alone?" Jace said gesturing towards Lando who sat in the booth right next to me

"I told you to come alone, I said nothing about me and this is my boyfriend Lando" I saw Jace reach a hand out to shake Lando's hand and as much as I wanted to pull Lando's hand away, I couldn't make his decisions for him.

Lando opted to quickly shake his hand before letting us talk

"So, why'd you want to talk?" I said coldly while playing the ice in my Dr Pepper, avoiding eye contact

"Right! I'm just trying to make amends with the family, you know how much I love you guys so much and I really want to be in your life again. I know I've been a bit distant with you guys, you especially and I want that all to change. I want to be a better Tio to you, I know it's gonna take time but I'm willing to allow as much time as you need, Valerie also wants to see you again." Hearing him say all of that almost made me to storm out. I felt the lump coming back in my throat and my eyes starting watering. There was no way I was getting through this little meeting without absolutely sobbing and throwing shit at him.

"Are you kidding? You called me here to makes amends? Do you know all the shit-"

"Hey! You know how I feel about curing." He had the nerve to cut me off

"NO! I'm talking! I gave you the floor interruption free so I want the floor interruption free!" I could feel my blood boil and if it warns for Lando right next to me I think I would've absolutely lost my shit already.

Jace just stared at me before slightly nodding his head gesturing me to continue

"Do you know all the SHIT you put me through?? All the shit you put my family thro-"

"They're my family too" oh you're fucking joking me right?

"You have one more time to interrupt me before I walk out and block you" I said sternly as I pointed my finger at the older man in front of me.

I know I should have respect for my elders but I only respect them when they respect me.

"Sir, please let her finish" Lando tried pleading with the man

"This doesn't concern you. I don't know why you're here." Oh NOW I'm fucking done

"Lando, let's go. We're leaving" I said as I started to make my way out of the booth

"No! Please, I'm sorry. We need to talk." Now he wants to listen to me. Unbefuckinglievable.

I felt Lando's hand on my wrist which caused me to look at him. His eyes saying 'just let him hear you out' which made me reluctantly give in and sit back down.

"One more disrespectful remark or interruption, I'm LEAVING"

"Sorry" Jace mumbled

"I don't care what kind of realization you came to that made you realized that you fucked up and wanted us back but its 5 years too late. Do you know how many things I've done in my life that I thought you would be proud of? I tried to call you when I got my permit and you declined the call, I thought you were busy so I waited a few hours before I called you back and you still didn't answer so I let it go. I also tried to call you when I got my license but you also didn't answer, I invited you to my National Honors Society induction ceremony and you didn't show, I invited you to my sweet 16 and you didn't come, I then invited you to my 18th birthday party and surprise surprise you didn't show. Against my better judgement, I invited you to my high school graduation and you told wela that you already had dinner plans and you 'couldn't' move it. Do you know how much each and every single one of those situations hurt me? How much I HATED still wanting your validation even though I knew you couldn't care less? That's only the tip of the iceberg after we moved to Pennsylvania, when we still lived in Florida and we all live together, do you know how much I HATED living there after Valerie and her 2 kids moved in? Valerie never liked me, she and her daughter ALWAYS blamed everything wrong on mean guess what? You NEVER stood up for me once. You punished me for my dirty room even though it wasn't my mess and after you realized that it was in fact Erica's mess and not mine, you never apologized to me. You didn't care for me, didn't love me and you even told me so. Remember that one day in the pool where you told me AND I QUOTE 'you don't get love because you're the middle child' then proceeded to get mad at me when I got upset, claiming that I 'couldn't take a joke'? Well I do because it's fucking drilled in my head. I bet you don't remember the time you punished me so hard for a DIFFERENT mess that Erica made that it really made me believe that you didn't love me and that you really didn't care whether I lived or died so I tried to kill myself that night? I bet you do because my mom absolutely reamed you a new asshole because of it. Yeah, that wasn't the only time I tried to kill myself because of you. I tried 4 separate times and at the time I was mad that God didn't let me die but now I'm kinda happy. I'm happy because I met the love of my life, I have a great job oh and remember my dad's oldest friend Luis? Yeah he took on the role of the uncle you were supposed to be to me and my siblings. Everything you were supposed to go to that you didn't, he went to. He made sure that we knew he loved us, he takes us to the movies, to amusement parks, pools, he's gone on family vacations with us and overall in the last 4 years he's been the 'play' uncle, he's the best uncle I could ever ask for. Oh and I know you just want to be in my life right now because I've had a pretty successful career working for the McLaren f1 team and my boyfriend is an f1 driver, but to give you my answer on whether I'll allow you to make amends with me, my answer is a big fat fucking no." I said as I threw the linen on the table before grabbing Lando's hand and got out of the booth before turning to face Jace one more time "Oh and you're dead to me" I said before Lando and I walked out of the diner.

I somehow didn't cry at all through my whole speech to Jace. I also knew that I wasn't going to be able to hold in all this anger and sadness anymore and soon I was going to breakdown.

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Miraculously, I somehow was able to make it home without crying too. It was only a 10 minute car ride but it consisted of concentrated breathing and occasionally looking up when I could feel the tears well in my waterline.

"Baby, are you okay?" Lando said as he closed and locked the front door.

The second those last three words came out his mouth, the wall I built up came crumbling down and so did I. I just fell to my knees and started sobbing into my palms, I haven't cried this hard since my dad confronted me and started crying about my suicide attempt. I quickly felt Lando wrap his arms around me before gently lifting me up and walking over to the couch before sitting down and placing me on his lap allowing me to sob into his chest, while whispering sweet nothings in my ear the whole time.

We stayed like this for about a good 10 minutes before I stopped crying, well I didn't necessarily stop crying but I wasn't a gasping mess like before.

One thing about Lando? He's one hell of a comforter and I love him dearly for that.

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Sorry for dropping this on you guys but I'm hoping this is therapeutic for me because it allows me to say what I want to say (even if I can't say it to his face)

this really isn't proof read, I literally cant stop crying rn.

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We hadn't always gotten along. When our parents got married, we could barely stand each other. How could we get along with some brat we barely knew? Luckily, I had an idea. I bought a clicker - you know, the one they use to train dogs? - and got to work.

I started with "thank you". Every time you said it, maybe at dinner, in the car, at a restaurant, I pressed the clicker. You couldn't tell where the sound was coming from, and nobody else seemed to know what you were talking about. But soon, I started helping you with chores around the house and when we finished, *click*. And without really thinking about it, you'd say "thank you."

A few months passed, and you'd started to notice things about me. I took care of myself. I was clean, and I exercised regularly. You'd hang around when you knew I'd be back from the gym just to catch a whiff of the sweat and metal on me when I returned - our eyes caught once when you got a little too close, and for the first time you saw something primal, a little dark, in my gaze. But it passed in an instant.

We started getting along better, now. So one day, when you were lying on the couch with a snack bowl, I snatched it up and motioned to throw it into your mouth. Well, innocent enough, right? And it wasn't like I was eating much, so it's fine, right? Every time you open your mouth to catch, *click*, *click*, *click*.

Then, I invited you to come work out with me. Every time you did a squat, *click*. I told you it was a metronome to keep your intensity up, but you noticed the bulge in my sweatpants was bigger than usual. Wait, when did you start noticing my bulge, especially enough to know that...?

Finally, it was time. I'd been listening outside your bedroom door for weeks now, and I knew when you'd be asleep. I quietly opened your door and stepped into your room, locking it behind me. You stirred at the sound of the lock clicking, but I wasn't afraid.

I gingerly pulled down the covers and just... stared for a while. I'd never taken the time to really look at how beautiful you are, how gorgeous those curves were. I could hardly stand it. As you lay on your side, I took out the clicker, and *click* it once. Laying on your side, like you were on the couch with the snacks, you obediently open your mouth.

I pull down my pants, my long, thick cock swinging between my thighs. I brush the back of my hand over your cheek, then set it firmly against the back of your head, and push into your mouth.

You wake up almost immediately, but my hand stops you from pulling back as I force inch after throbbing inch down your throat. The more you struggle, the tighter you feel, the harder I push, until you felt your nose press into my hips. You push as hard as you can against me, but I'm so much bigger and stronger than you it doesn't do anything. I don't even budge.

I start to grind into your skull, making you swallow the thick, heavy head of my cock again and again, as I groan in pleasure. I start thrusting harder and harder, making your eyes water as I slam my hips into your face again and again, until finally, mercifully, I release inside you, deep inside your throat. You feel me pulse with your whole mouth, and you struggle to swallow each load of thick, hot, sticky cum while I'm still inside you.

With a shuddering breath, I pull out, letting you breathe properly for the first time in minutes. I watch while you cough and catch your breath, and then I ask, "what do you say?"

You breathe in intending to scream, but then you hear it, just one soft *click*, and all you can say is "thank you".

You stare at me, confused. I wipe my cum off your chin with my thumb, and *click* again. "Thank you", you say.

"I knew it. You're such a good girl, aren't you? Now," I push you onto your back, "spread for me."

*click*

You raise your legs to either side, exactly like you're doing a squat.

"I don't - I don't understand," you whimper, legs still in the air.

"You don't have to," I reply, reaching one hand between your legs to feel how wet you are.

"You're soaking, little girl," as I bring my hand up for you to see... Then make you taste it. I reach back down and slip in two of my thick, strong fingers, and cover your mouth with my other hand as you moan. I press up in just the right spot, rubbing in tight, quick circles so deliciously that you can't help but arch your back and grind into me. You feel the pleasure build and all thought leaves your mind; the only thing that matters is my fingers inside you, the scent of my hand over your mouth, and the lingering taste of me.

But before you can finish I pull my fingers out, pressing up and out, leaving you twitching and gasping. "Not yet," I mutter, and I move myself down between your legs. I line up my cock, slapping it down on your tummy first. It reaches your navel, and you feel a wave of fear that only makes you wetter. I pull back, then start pushing in.

It's thick, thick, thick, and heavy. I stretch you out wider than you thought possible, pressuring you in every direction, spreading your aching cunt and making you feel full inside for the first time in your life. Long, deep strokes, moving your whole body with every thrust, reaching inside you, my breath coming fast and hard.

And you hear it again.

*click*

"Thank you," you choke out between sobs.

*click*

"Thank you," you moan.

*click*

"Thank you," you plead, tears in your eyes.

My strokes come faster now, slamming inside you like an animal as you continue to thank me for raping you. Finally, finally, finally, you feel me tense up and slam deep, deep, deep inside you, pressing your whole body into the bed, as I cum again. Huge, hot, sticky white loads of my cum shoot inside you, filling you, as my breath comes in gasps, and as I do you feel it too, now, the wave of pleasure cresting, and you cum, your legs squeezing together, your face screwed tight, moaning with the release of months of tension. And as you cum, you hear a new sound, a familiar sound, but it's deeper than the others...

*click*

And you cum harder, knowing I'm training you like a bitch in heat.

I climb up next to you, and just gaze into your eyes for a moment. Then I smile. "Let's go again."

*click*

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daisy

October 12, 2024

For as long as Luke can remember Sebastian has always wanted a dog, specifically a dachshund. Sebastian never got a dog growing because his mother was allergic.

Luke loves watching how much Sebastian lights up seeing dogs and now that they have their own apartment Luke can finally get Sebastian his dog.

Luke’s was trying during the off season to find a puppy for Sebastian, he had found a woman who’s dog had recently gotten pregnant with another littler and he knew that was perfect because the puppies were born just a few wekes before Sebastian’s birthday.

Jack picked up the puppy for Luke last night and it is staying at Jack’s until Luke brings Sebastian over to give him his puppy.

Luke picked up the tray from the kitchen having ordered in Sebastian’s favorite breakfast from a small cafe in New Jersey and his favorite coffee.

Luke quietly walked into their bedroom where Sebastian was still fast asleep having barely moved since Luke got out of bed.

Luke set the tray down on the bed before climbing into bed and leaning down pressing a kiss to Sebastian’s cheek, than his other cheek, his nose, his chin till every spit of Sebastian’s face was covered in kisses and he was squinting his eyes open.

“Happy birthday my sweet boy.” Luke lovingly mumbled looking at him with the fondest smile.

Sebastian hummed and leaned into Luke’s soft touch smiling softly as he got to woke up his favorite way, by Luke.

Luke sat up and grabbed the tray and set it onto his lap as he leaned against the headboard of their bed, Sebastian scooted closer to Luke and rested his head on his chest looking at the food in intrest.

“Come on birthday boy it’s for you.” Luke smirked and gestured to the doors. Sebastian fondly rolled his eyes and started eating his breakfast and obviously sharing with Luke.

Luke grabbed the tray setting it on the floor once they finished and leaned over Sebastian looking at him with a soft smirk, “Now i think i promised you something on your birthday.” Luke whispered as he leaned closer to Sebastian’s face.

“Did you? I must not remember you’ll have to remind me.” Sebastian smirked back as he pulled Luke onto his lap while running a hand through Luke’s curls.

“I will.” Luke hummed before pressing his lips to Sebastian’s.

Once the two were finished celebrating Sebastian’s birthday, again. They got dressed and headed out of the apartment heading to Jack’s as Sebastian wanted to spend time with Jack too.

Sebastian knocked on the door and opened it walking in with Luke as he saw Jack chilling on the couch.

Jack looked up and beamed, “There’s the birthday boy.” Jack got up and pulled Sebastian into a tight hug, It was weird he just remembered meeting a angry thirteen year old that quickly become another brother to him and now he’s a much calmer twenty one year old.

Sebastian smiled fondly hugging Jack back before he heard a small yip and pulled back confused not knowing why there would be a dog bark in the apartment.

Sebastian turned around and saw a very tiny puppy in Luke’s arm and the smile on Luke’s face confirmed all of Sebastian’s thoughts.

“Holy shit.” Sebastian cursed looking shocked, the puppy is a dachshund, the same puppy he has dreamed of having since he was a little kid.

“Happy birthday Sebby.” Luke proudly smiled as he walked closer to Sebastian and the puppy began whining and yipping towards Sebastian, Luke smiled and handed the puppy to Sebastian who immediately started kissing Sebastian’s face.

“Hello.” Sebastian cooed softly letting out a watery laugh as the small golden dachshund looked up at him and nuzzled his little nose to Sebastian’s nose.

Jack smiled softly as he took photos of them and felt himself tearing up at how happy Sebastian looks.

“What’s her name?” Sebastian chocked out looking tearful but so incredibly happy.

“It’s your choice.” Luke simply answered feeling so proud Sebastian is this happy, he watched the two with a smile. Luke and Sebastian’s little family was changing from the two of them to three.

“Daisy. Welcome to the family Daisy Hughes.” Sebastian softly mumbled to their new puppy, Luke smiled softly at the scene but he couldn’t help but think he couldn’t wait for the day he made Sebastian officially a Hughes too.

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What Are We, Part 5

A/N : MINORS ARE STRICTLY FORBODEN 🚫 all mistakes are solely my own. Feedback is always appreciated. I hope that you guys enjoy! No trigger warnings that I can think of but enter at your own risk 😉. Hearts, likes, comments, and reblogs are always appreciated by me. Happy reading, everyone! 💕💞

Phoenix pulled into the half empty parking lot of the hospital just as the sun was peeking above the horizon. She parked as close as she could to the main entrance and took a deep breath as she took off her seat belt and let her head rest against the seat. She gripped the wheel and felt the exhaustion seeping in. Phoenix heard you waking up and she cracked one eye open and looked over at you. You turned over in your seat and gave your sister a sleepy smile.

You reached across the center console and took her hand in yours. "I've been thinking about the future and I know now what I want to do. With everything that's happened over the last few months I've decided that I'm going to go back to school and become a grief counselor." Phoenix gave your hand a reassuring squeeze and a gentle smile. "You have no idea how happy that makes me."

You both reached for each other at the same time and pulled each other into a hug. You clung to each other for a few minutes and Phoenix pulled away to look at you. "How are you doing? Really?" You paused to give it genuine thought. "Honestly, I don't know. So much has happened in such a short period of time that I think that I'm still processing everything."

Phoenix nodded at you and watched as a nurse in purple scrubs walked in front of your car and into the hospital. "Understandable. I think that you've been put through a lot in a short period of time and I was starting to get worried." You gave her hand another squeeze and opened up the car door and stretched. You looked across the roof of the car at her and you felt bad that you made her worry about you.

"I never meant to make you worry about me.I love you and I'm sorry." Phoenix gave you an impish smile and shrugged her shoulders. "It's all good. I love you and I'm going to go home and get some shut eye. Call me when you're ready to get picked up?"

You nodded as you hugged your sister goodbye and made your way across the parking lot and into the hospital. It was quiet as you looked around, a receptionist was on the phone and typing on her computer. She acknowledged you with a smile and held her finger up. You nodded and saw the gift shop, you went in and browsed around. Grabbing a mini hairbrush, toothpaste, toothbrush and deodorant.

You caught a glimpse of yourself as you walked in and you definitely looked like you've been put through the ringer. You greeted the cashier and paid for your stuff asking her where you could find the women's restroom. She put all of your stuff into a bag for you and pointed you in the right direction. You went to freshen up and when you decided that you looked as good as humanly possible given that you pulled yourself together in a hospital bathroom. You made your way back towards the gift shop and bought some gifts for Javy and Jake.

You bought flowers for the both of them and really good gourmet chocolates plus some teddy bears that were dressed up as airplane pilots and you thought close enough, besides they were adorable with their little uniforms and aviators. With your hands full of goodies you finally made your way back towards the receptionist who greeted you with a kind smile. "Hi, I'm Y/N Y/L/N, I'm here to visit Lieutenant Machado and Lieutenant Seresin." She handed you a clipboard and you sat down in the waiting area and began to fill out the paperwork. She took the clipboard from your outstretched hand and gave everything the once over.

She took the papers off of the clipboard and slid them into a manila folder and labeled it with your name and slid it into a slot with other folders. She wrote your name onto a visitor pass and you stuck it to your shirt. "What's your relation to Lieutenant Machado?" You glanced up at her, "we're just friends. He works with my sister."

She nodded and leaned back in her chair. "And Lieutenant Seresin? What about him?" You felt uncomfortable with the 3rd degree but you figured it was just part of her job. A million thoughts raced through your head and you latched onto the one that made the most sense but was difficult to say out loud.

"What are we to each other? Him and I?" She nodded again. "Are you a relative of his?" She asked, taking pity on you.

"God, no. I'm his girlfriend." You felt a natural smile form on your face. It felt good. It felt really right. You are Lieutenant Jacob Seresin's girlfriend and you don't care who knows it.

Her smile kind of faltered and you felt bad for her. You asked her what rooms they were both in and she pointed you in the direction of the elevator. Javy was on the 2nd floor and Jake's on the 3rd. You stopped by Javy's room first, you could hear a tv faintly in the background and you lightly knocked on the closed door. You peeked your head in and saw him lying in the hospital bed.

He looked a little banged up, his arm in a sling and some cuts and bruises but he looked OK. You put the flowers by the window and hoped that they got enough natural light. You gave him the candy and stuffed animal. He reached out with a smile. "Thank you, Y/N. You didn't have to do that."

You smiled back at him and shrugged kinda sheepishly. "I wanted to. It's the least that I can do for you. I just wanted to say thank you and make sure that you're doing OK." You squeezed his hand.

"I'm doing OK. They got me on the good stuff. I don't feel a thing." You both laughed at that and he started to doze off while you sat with him. You got up and pulled the blinds down so that it was semi dark.

You turned the TV down to a low murmur and dimmed the lights. You walked over to him and pulled the blanket up and gently kissed his forehead. You said a prayer of thanks and protection and shut the door behind you and made your way up to the 3rd floor and where Jake was waiting for you. You felt nauseous all of a sudden. You had no idea what kind of condition that Jake was in and it made you feel nervous.

The door was partially open and you silently slipped inside. You gently shut the door and heard it quietly click. You turned around and a silent gasp slipped from your lips and your hand flew to your lips. Jake was lying flat in the hospital bed, hands crossed his chest. He looked so still.

Jake always struck you as someone who was larger than life, full of bravado and swagger. So seeing him like this was a shock to your system. You put the flowers, candy and bear on his bedside table and took your jacket off and set it on the chair, sliding your shoes off and putting them underneath the chair. You padded silently across the room and stood by his bedside. You gently took his big hand in yours and brought it to your face.

You kissed his palm and a single tear slide down your cheek, you wiped it away and gently set Jake's hand back by his side. You debated about crawling into bed with him or trying to sleep in the uncomfortable hospital chair. Fatigue ultimately won out and you lifted the blanket and crawled into the bed next to him. You're probably breaking hospital protocol or something but you honestly don't have it in you to care. After everything you just want to be next to him.

You laid your head on his chest and feeling it gently rise and fall, plus hearing his heartbeat solidly below you was like music to your ears. You felt the tears begin to fall and the sobs began to wrack your body. You gently clung to him and you felt his hand move to the back of your head and his long fingers slid through your hair, holding you to him. He gently began to rub the back of your head and you felt the guilt begin to set in. You should be comforting him, not the other way around.

He survived a deadly plane crash and here you are acting like it was you who barely survived, but in a sense you hadn't. You couldn't even begin to imagine how you would survive losing Jake so soon after losing your parents. You took a deep breath and sat up to grab some tissue and Jake's gravely voice asked for water so you quickly got him a cup of ice water and helped him take a sip. "Thank you," he whispered and you shook your head no. "You don't have to thank me for anything."

He nodded and groaned as you helped him lay back down. He squeezed your hand in an attempt to reassure you. You looked at him with worry in your eyes, "are you OK? Do you need me to do anything for you? Call your nurse?"

He shook his head no. "I'm fine, sweetheart. I promise. Just getting comfortable." You let out a sigh of relief and sat down in the chair next to him.

Now it was his turn to look at you with worry in his eyes. "What are you thinking about?" He asked you, inquisitivly. You felt a sheepish smile quirk your lips and you dropped your eyes to the hospital floor. "Hey, look at me. "

You glanced up and locked eyes with Jake. "When I was filling out the hospital information forms, the intake nurse asked me what my relation to you was." You stopped speaking for a second and Jake asked you what your response was. "I told her that I was your girlfriend." You don't know why but you felt incredibly nervous as you held your breath.

A megawatt smile lit up Jake's face and you couldn't help but reciprocate. You leaned down and gently kissed his lips. You lingered for a second and pulled away before the kiss could get too heated. Jake groaned in protest and you couldn't help but grin against his lips. You stood up as you heard a knock on the door.

"Come in," you both said in unison. It was the nurse that you had briefly seen in the parking lot. She smiled at the both of you and made her way across the room and to the foot of Jake's bed and grabbed his chart and started looking it over. She flipped the page over and slightly nodded, "how are you feeling today, Lieutenant?" Jake glanced up at you and you could sense his hesitation.

You locked eyes with Jake briefly and you took pity on him. "You know what? I'm going to go home and shower and get some of my stuff. Do you want me to stop by your place and get you anything?" Jake audibly sighed in relief and he nodded gratefully up at you.

"Thank you, I appreciate that. My keys are over there." You followed Jake's pointed finger and you walked over to a little table in the corner and fished his keys out of his flight suit pocket. You slipped back into your shoes and grabbed your jacket. You made your way back towards Jake and you leaned over to gently kiss his cheek.

"I'll be back in a couple of hours. I love you, Jake." He smiled softly up at you and winked. "I love you too, Y/N." You felt like you were walking on air as you made your way towards the elevator and as you pressed the button you fished your phone out of your purse and you called your sister to come and get you.

As you stepped out into the crisp morning air you closed your eyes and tilted your face up to the sun. You felt it begin to warm you up and you took a deep breath, held it and let it go. For the first time in a long time you felt like yourself again. You felt like you could possibly have it all, the cute ocean bungalow, a relationship with your sister, an exciting new beginning and the possibility of a future with Jake. You felt hopeful for the future and couldn't wait to see what happens next.

~fin~ (for now 😉)

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Mammon x reader:

I don't use Y/N I used Mc (I know a lot of people don't like Y/n I secretly like it but shush, Anyways Enjoy!!)

MC stood in the middle of the pharmacy aisle, feeling a mix of excitement and nerves. They stared at the array of pregnancy tests before finally grabbing one. To calm their nerves, they picked up some of Mammon's favorite snacks: chips, chocolate bars, and a couple of ring pops, smiling to themselves at the thought of Mammon's delight. They paid for everything and headed home, trying to keep their thoughts in check.

As soon as MC got home, they set the bag down on the kitchen counter and rushed to the bathroom, the need to pee suddenly overwhelming. They barely noticed the sound of the front door opening.

Mammon strolled in, calling out, "MC, I'm home!" He kicked off his shoes and headed straight for the kitchen. "Sweet! Just what I needed," he said, spotting the bag of snacks. He rummaged through it, opening a bag of chips and munching away. As he reached back into the bag, his fingers brushed against something unfamiliar. He pulled it out and froze.

A pregnancy test.

"MC?" he called, his voice tinged with uncertainty. Just then, MC stepped out of the bathroom, and their eyes widened in horror seeing Mammon holding the test.

"Are you... are you pregnant?" he asked, his voice trembling.

"I don't know yet," MC replied, their voice shaky. "I was about to find out."

Mammon nodded, trying to muster some confidence. "Let's do it together, then."

They walked back to the bathroom. MC paused at the door, turning to Mammon with a blush. "Can you cover your ears?"

Mammon raised an eyebrow. "Seriously? I've seen you naked, you know."

"Just cover your ears!" MC insisted, their tone half-serious, half-grumpy.

Mammon chuckled, raising his hands to cover his ears. "Alright, alright."

MC took the test, feeling a mix of anxiety and excitement. They set it aside and washed their hands, trying to stay calm. As they waited for the results, the silence in the room felt deafening.

"What if it's positive?" MC whispered, their voice barely audible.

Mammon lowered his hands from his ears. "If it is, we'll deal with it together. I'll do anything you want, MC."

MC took a deep breath. "I... I want this baby," they admitted, looking up at him with wide, hopeful eyes.

Mammon's heart swelled. "I want it too," he said softly. He tried to lighten the mood with a grin. "Our baby is gonna be the coolest kid ever. Just think of all the fun we'll have."

MC laughed, the tension easing slightly. "But, Mammon, we haven't even seen the test yet. And if we are having a baby, you better marry me before it's born. I don't want our baby to be a bastard."

Mammon burst out laughing, and MC joined in. Their nervousness momentarily forgotten, they shared a moment of levity. Then, one of their phones went off with the alarm signaling it was time to check the test.

"Alright, moment of truth," MC said, taking a deep breath. They took two tests and handed the other two to Mammon.

MC checked their tests first: one was negative, the other positive. They looked up at Mammon, who was staring at his own tests with wide eyes.

"Both of mine are positive," he said, his voice barely above a whisper.

MC's heart raced. They were about to speak when Mammon suddenly walked out of the bathroom. Confusion and panic set in. Did he change his mind? Tears welled up in MC's eyes as they stood there, frozen. Just as they were about to follow him, Mammon walked back in, his expression serious.

Before MC could say anything, Mammon got down on one knee. "MC, the first time I saw you, I couldn't believe my eyes. You were the most beautiful thing I'd ever seen. As I got to know ya, I knew you were the one for me, and no one else. You don't know how much I love you. So please, take this ring and make me the happiest man in all three realms."

Through their tears, MC blinked and saw the ring – a ring pop from the pharmacy. They laughed, tears streaming down their face. "Yes, of course, Mammon."

Mammon slipped the ring pop onto their finger and picked them up, spinning them around before pulling them into a passionate kiss. "What flavor did ya get?" he asked, grinning.

MC laughed, wiping away their tears. "I don't know. I think raspberry or something."

They shared a laugh, knowing their future ahead would be filled with love and laughter.

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ravennaortiz · 2 days

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Juices Sex Shop Adventures Story 1

Summary: This will be our nervous, flushing red with embarrassment Juice.

This is angsty fluff no smut. As always my stories are 18+

Juice closed his eyes and swallowed hard as he got off his bike. Dread washed over him as he opened his eyes and saw the neon sign reading Sex Shop and regretted that they were in fact officially open. Resigning himself to the fact that he would have to finally go in he moved towards the door. He shook his head, glancing both ways to make sure no one was watching and turned to the door. Well here goes nothing.

A loud ding rang out as he pushed in the door and he can already feel the heat blooming up his neck and across his cheeks. The store is well lit out front and from where he is standing the place gets dimmer the further back you go. The walls are painted purple and black and every shelf and table is covered in boxes. Some more mysterious about their contents than others. The front seems to be mostly simple basic things like condoms, lube, and lingerie and gag gifts. While further back more advanced items he guess like sex dolls, vibrators and dildos were on display.

He slowly walked around the tables mostly staring at the floor. Unable to make eye contact with the naked bodies and images of body parts on them. Why is this so hard, you’ve been watching porn for years he berated himself mentally. Pull yourself together man. He told himself as he took a deep breath. Why was he so worked up about this? He had been having sex for years, been to strip clubs and had used sex toys with past partners. So why the hell had your simple request for him to pop into the new shop in town to get something for the two of you turned him into an embarrassed teenager?

Lost in thought he ran into a table, quickly grabbing at the falling items. “Need help finding anything sweetheart?” inquired an older woman her nametag reading Pam as she slipped into the aisle with him. “N—No no no. I’m….umm… just looking” stammered Juice as he shook his head and started laughing wildly .His left hand whipping up showing off one of the items he had caught. “Thinking might try something new. Got a little too excited” he added trying to give off a confident vibe, last thing he needed was an old lady realizing he was scared shitless at being in a sex shop, but internally kicking himself for the last part. Maybe he should have asked Tig and Chibs to come with him he thought to himself briefly as he shot a smile to the worker. Even if all they did was tease him they probably would have been helpful.

The woman sent him a kind smile before letting him know to let her know if he changed his mind. Once she had disappeared he sighed heavily and looked down at his hand. His brow furrowed as he turned the metal stem with a soft fox tail on the end of it over in his hand. “Butt plug” he all but yelled before tossing the item onto the shelf like it was a hot potato. Great now the woman probably thought he was some kind of wierdo.

Juice spent another ten minutes pacing and wondering if he should just call you and tell you that he couldn’t do this. He didn’t want to disappoint you though or let you know how panicked he was. Maybe you would be okay if he got you a simple lingerie item he thought as he moved back to the front of the store sighing heavily. Running his fingers over the lace he felt his body relax slightly. This was something he could do but your words echoed from earlier about him getting something fun and new for the both of you. He frowned to himself as he debated on if you would consider this for the both of you. Letting the fabric go he shook his head and started to turn catching sight of Pam in the next aisle.

Resigning himself for another human interaction he made his way towards her. He hoped she would be able to end this torture for him quickly. “Need some help? Inquired Pam as she looked up at his approach. “Ummm could I ask you for a recommendation actually” started Juice as he rubbed his hand on the back of his neck avoiding eye contact. “Of course sweetheart. First time?” she inquired though she already knew the answer. “Oh, no I have had sex before” chuckled Juice wondering why the hell that mattered.

Pam couldn’t help the small chuckle that came out at his response. “Oh no hunny I meant first time in a sex shop” she replied. “That obvious huh” laughed Juice as he looked up finally making eye contact. “Just a bit. Looking for anything in particular?” asked Pam. “My Old Lady told me to find something for the both of us to enjoy. Pretty open to anything” replied Juice as he followed her as she moved towards the back. “Alright, that helps. I know you were looking at anal items earlier. Any reservation to being penetrated yourself?” she inquired glancing over her shoulder at him. Juice paused for a moment as he thought it over. You had broached the subject of wanting to peg him a couple times and he hadn’t minded your fingers upon occasion. “Not at all” he stated thinking why the hell not.

Twenty minutes later he was texting you he was on his way home as he put his purchases in the storage area on his bike.

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