#there was a tiktok of a baby getting.... gently.... massaged????

[selfishdoll]

NOW PLAYING…. TOUCH

Just back into it, and let it touch

JJK MEN & THEIR REACTIONS TO YOU USING THEIR CROTCH TO SHOW OFF YOUR NAILS

ft. kashimo hajime, gojo satoru, geto suguru, nanami kento, & takuma ino.

cw: modern au (?), suggestive content (ofc) ooc characters(?), reader being a little shit, etc.

i’ve always found this tiktok trend adorable, and thought it would be nice to write hcs on with them. these are unedited so excuse typos and other mistakes. i might do more later.

KASHIMO HAJIME.

the nail designs you chose were cute, but a little cheesy. a simple cyan base with purple lighting bolts on each ring finger.

you came back from the shop to spot kashimo resting on your couch, clearly tired from either fighting a curse or general working out. you tapped him, showcasing your nails the moment you got his attention. hajime would only give you a small smirk, leaning his head back again to rest.

the idea would then pop into your head, softly declaring you needed to take a picture to show your friend. he didn’t care enough to respond.

but, that quickly changed when you sat beside him, resting your hand right on his crotch.

what are you doing?

you shushed him a bit, declaring his white pants were a perfect background. a plausible excuse, one that he believed less and less when he realized you were massaging him through his pants.

he allowed it to go on for a moment before he snatched your wrist, pulling you closer to him.

don’t start something you can’t finish, [y/n].

and well, you spent the rest of that evening facing the consequences of your actions. you never did send that picture.

GOJO SATORU.

probably asked you to get his tip color. you refused, much to his dismay.

you settled on a pretty blue and white design, curtesy of his eyes and hair. you sent a picture of it to him while in the shop; your lover hearting the image instantly.

on the way home, you were scrolling through your tiktok feed and came across the trend. a cheshire like grin covered your features soon after.

making it home, gojo wasn’t busy with anything, simply sitting on the couch and watching some random show. he greeted you and attempted to get touchy, only for you to declare you had to take a picture of your nails first.

just use the one you sent me?

no, baby, i wanna use a different one.

although confused, the man shrugged a bit, focus turning back to the tv. you sat on the couch beside him, humming as your phone hovered above your hand that rested on your thigh. taking a quick glance to assure he wasn’t looking, you reached over, placing your hand right on his crotch.

gojo noticed you instantly, eyes falling from the tv screen and over to your hand, eyebrows pinched close. he said nothing however, simply watching you closely. the moment you began to rub him, however, he was adjusting his hips eyes lifting to yours, adoring an are you serious? expression.

what’s wrong? you tried to play dumb, all while your hand still moved, not so secretly anymore. gojo would only grin at you, pretty dimples exposed, turning back to the tv.

nothing.

in that moment his hand reached over to your bare thigh, gently tapping it; fingers stroking the inside of them.

this had now became a game of who would crack first.

and much to your dismay, you always did.

GETO SUGURU.

your choice of design was a black base with his initials on each ring finger. when sending a picture to the man he complimented them, and was clearly happy his name was on your fingers.

you had been planning to do the trend on him the moment you saw it, booking an appointment the next day. you just wanted to see his reaction, to see if your normally calm and collected boyfriend would react differently.

you were basically rushing into the house the moment you locked your car, entering to spot him on the couch reading a book. you two greeted each other with a soft kiss the moment you walked over.

you really like my nails, suguru?

mhm.

lemme show gojo. you hummed, pulling your phone from your pocket. you bit the inside of your cheek, reaching over and planting your hand right on his crotch. you felt his eyes on you for a moment before they drifted back to his book. which, frustrated you.

and so, you adjusted your hand, a false mumble of needing a better angle exiting you. except the adjusting didn’t stop, seeing as you began to gradually rub your palm up and down his crotch.

you jumped a bit as he shut his book closed, grabbing your wrist and pushing it against his hardening length even more.

now, you deal with it? understand?

NANAMI KENTO.

much to nanami’s embarrassment, you used his tip color. he tried to talk you out of it, but it happened. how they color matched it was above him. and why you did such a thing was above him as well. but, he did have to admit the nails were still pretty.

when you got home the man was busy with some paperwork at his desk, grumbling to himself every once in a while. you walked over with a gentle smile, watching his tense shoulders fall the moment you made your presence known.

you then showed off your nails, nanami simply shaking his head with a smile.

you got a bit needy the moment his eyes turned back to his desk however, biting the inside of your cheek before a brilliant idea popped into your mind. you find a chair beside his desk, scooting a bit close to his own. which wasn’t suspicious, you did that often.

what was suspicious was you reaching over, placing your hand onto his crotch.

[y/n]…

just trynna get a good picture. your pants are the perfect color. the excuse left you quickly, hearing the man sigh softly to himself but allowing your hand to remain there.

that was until, you began to carefully slide your hand up and down his crotch— back and forth. nanami didn’t left it go on for long before he was grabbing you by the forearm, pulling you up from your chair and over to his lap.

oh, ken, your paperwork..

that can wait. can’t ignore you when you’re being so damn needy..

TAKUMA INO.

to ino’s surprise, you somehow got your nail lady to carefully draw his masked face on your ring finger. the moment you sent the picture he was amazed and very happy. something you found adorable.

so of course you decided to toy with him.

coming home you spotted the man not really doing anything, simply resting on the couch. he smiled up at you, eyes following you as you walked over to sit beside him. his arm came to wrap around you, the two of you sitting in silence for a moment; simply watching tv.

until you swore softly, pulling your phone from your pocket. gotta take a picture for a friend.. you would mumble, something ino barely acknowledged.

the moment your hand was on his crotch, however, his eyes fell from the tv quickly, staring down at your hand.

uh, y/n…

sorry baby, just gotta use your pants. you claimed, the man muttering nervous ok, going completely still— clearly not wanting to mess up your photo. you smiled at this, nearly feeling bad for what you were about to do to him.

slowly you carried your palm up and down his crotch, feeling the hand on your hip twitch. continuing the facade, you tilted your phone every so often, attempting to find the correct position; all while poor ino attempted to calm his rising hard on. he tried so hard too.

just as you felt his hard length through his sweats, you snapped a photo, rising from the couch— placing a chaste kiss to his cheek on the way.

thanks baby, imma take a quick shower.

needless to say, ino was a bit confused and disappointed, only able to give you a small nod— watching you walk away. ignorant to the fact you were holding in your laughter.

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[flynnriderishot]

fluff of princess matt wanting a massage

massage - m.s

a/n: been on my tiktok edit grind lately so this is extremely rushed.

you walked into the triplets LA home with a small smile on your face and a bag of food in your hand.

you hardly made it through the door before the pounding of footsteps let you know that someone was coming. you didn’t need to look up to know who it was, greeting them as if it were normal,

“hi, christopher.”

“hey.” he smiled brightly before pointing at the food in your hand, “”

“only some of it.” you spoke playfully, yet sternly, “where’s matt?”

chris shrugged as he dug into the bag, “in his room. he’s been complaining about his back all day.”

at his words, you could feel your heart flutter in sadness for your boyfriend.

matt told you a few days ago that the pain his back had subsided as quickly as it came. so to hear that he wasn’t being truthful broke your heart a bit, but you knew it was only because he didn’t want you to worry.

“let nick know he has food?” you glanced at the youngest triplet whilst walking away, watching him nod absentmindedly, speaking to nick being the last thing on his mind,

“yeah, sure.”

with a small sigh, you made your way to matt’s bedroom, knocking on the door gently to alert him of your presence before slowly walking in.

your eyes immediately landed on the boy laying stomach flat on his bed, shirt off as he tucked his head further into his pillow.

“matt?”

his head snapped in the direction of your voice, a smile instantly taking over his face at the sight of you before he winced.

“hi, baby.”

you walked towards him, sitting down near his hips as you placed a soft hand to the skin of his shoulder,

“you told me it didn’t hurt anymore.”

“it didn’t.” he said lowly, avoiding your eyes before eventually speaking again, “it stopped hurting in the moment.”

“matt—“

“it hardly hurts anymore.” he tries defending himself, “only when i move too much. it’s more tension than anything.”

you gave him a look, “do you need anything?”

he stilled, if that were even possible. he could hardly move without making a face that showed he was in pain.

he hesitated, “i have a favor, actually, if you don’t mind.”

“what’s that?” you question him, moving closer to him as his voice grew softer with every word.

“can you give me a massage?” he immediately looked away at the sight of your teasing face, “actually, nevermind.”

“you’re so cute, matt.” you chuckles softly, straddling his legs.

he let out a noise of annoyance at your words, though you knew without looking at him that his face was red, “babe—”

“try to stay still.”

“where would i go?” he spoke sarcastically, groaning at the feeling of your hands kneading into his shoulders, “that’s feels so good.”

“i bet it does.” you hummed thoughtfully, leaning down to peck his cheek.

matt let out a content sigh, “since when did you get so good at massages? you could be a masseuse.”

you laughed, traveling towards his lower back, “yeah, no thanks. if you enjoy it so much, i’ll do it more often, but that’s only because i love you.”

“you love me?” he mocked, humming as you moved down, his thin waist catching you attention the more he moved.

“you know i do. god knows i wouldn’t be giving just anyone a massage.” you eventually pull away, plopping down next to him.

you watched as he rolled over to face you, his blue eyes staring down at you,

“i love you too, by the way.” he pecked your lips, “i expect you’ll be here same time tomorrow?”

you grabbed a pillow, rolling you eyes playfully before hitting him with it, “oh, shut up.”

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[itaipava]

— domestic mornings with f1 boys.

˒ ⌕ LANDO NORRIS

waking up around the same time. sleepily tugging and poking at each other until one relents and turns over to switch the alarm off. him talking about how you both have so many things to do and should get up soon, but holding you tighter and refusing to let go. doing your own morning routines at your own pace. exchanging playful grins and teasing words when you pass by each other. music playing in the background. random little duets or dance-offs in the living room before going “okay, stop, we don’t have time.” occasionally bickering when he blasts loud his favorite songs, disturbing the peaceful morning. always remembering to give each other ‘have a good day’ kiss and saying ‘i love you’.

˒ ⌕ DANIEL RICCIARDO

actually waking up early but spending about an hour in bed, being lazy together. very playful and light-hearted mornings. lightly kicking or pushing each other and accusing the other of stealing the covers or taking up all the space. ruffling each other’s hair to mess it up even more. changing cuddling positions every minute. watching tiktok or youtube videos while leaning against his chest. fighting about who showers first so that the other gets extra minutes of time to be lazy on bed; eventually deciding to settle it like adults — by playing rock-paper-scissors.

˒ ⌕ CARLOS SAINZ

waking up to the smell of breakfast that he’s making. making your way into the kitchen and giving him a back hug while he cooks. ending up having a short nap against his back. him intentionally leaning his head backwards to lightly bump your head with the back of his head when he knows you’ve fallen asleep. small talks in the kitchen while listening to jazz. eating breakfast together; him giving you more from his plate when you seem like you’re enjoying the food. more chitchat about your day ahead. the kitchen and the little breakfast nook being your bonding place in the morning; afterwards, doing your own things, the atmosphere soft, peaceful, and filled with blissful quietness.

˒ ⌕ CHARLES LECLERC

him setting the alarm on vibration mode so as not to disturb your sleep. him pressing a soft kiss on your forehead or shoulder before beginnning to move away, and you gently reaching for his hand, still half asleep, before letting him go. sending each other texts even though you’re in the same house/apartment. him coming back into the room with a cup of freshly-brewed coffee for you. reminding each other things throughout the morning: “did you take your vitamins?” “don’t forget it’s going to rain later!” “i put the extra charger in your bag.”

˒ ⌕ LEWIS HAMILTON

him waking up earlier and making sure to adjust the covers over you so that you’re warm. waking up to the sound of him returning home from a jog or gym. him greeting you with a ‘good morning, baby’ and a quick kiss on top of your head. taking a shower together. having really good talks in the shower while rubbing each other’s backs with lather and getting carried away before realizing that you’re going to be late, so now you’re hurriedly rinsing yourselves. him offering you a towel first and instinctively holding your hand so that you don’t slip while getting out of the shower. quick but lingering little nose rubs before leaving the house, already looking forward to coming home to each other.

˒ ⌕ OSCAR PIASTRI

taking turns to snooze the blaring alarm at least six times before even considering waking up. him reaching out to cuddle you closer, telling himself it’s just for five more minutes, but dozing off again as soon as he’s comfortable with you in his arms. soft, languid kisses on each other’s bodies. sleepy ‘i love you’s.’ offering suggestions when you’re having trouble picking outfits. helping each other with zippers and buttons while dressing.

˒ ⌕ MAX VERSTAPPEN

being naturally in sync in the morning. waking up together to the sound of the alarm set for you both. him giving you a one-handed neck massage when you sit side-by-side on the bed, while also trying to shake his own sleepiness away. making the bed together and both plopping on the freshly-made bed for one last brief morning cuddle and kiss before really getting up. brushing teeth together and making funny faces at each other in the mirror. then proceeding to bicker about whose turn it is to do the dishes or laundry for the day.

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[vivvangel]

earned it | jake sim.

viv's note 💌: i'm so fucking pissed at tumblr, so sorry you req got deleted anon! anon who requested "jake fucking you in a dim light, red room with either the weeknd, drake or chase atlantic playing", this is for u! also part two? 👀 lmk.. 🤭

synopsis: jake being a hot menace, that's it. › pairings & contents: hard!dom jake x fem reader. smut!!! ✧ warnings: jake is mean kinda, pussy slapping, orgasm denial (?), fingering (F receiving), the weeknd's music is playing in the background, mentions of LED lights, degrading, nicknames such as slut, and baby.

🫧 earned it (fifty shades of grey), often, angel, & prisoner by the weeknd

you often found yourself wondering how your boyfriend could be so sweet. how is someone that fine AND sweet? and that's exactly what you were wondering as you laid on his chest, your red LEDs making the room feel rather sensual. almost as if to make things worse, earned it by the weeknd was playing, jake absolutely loved the weeknd and you occasionally found yourself bopping your head to his music too.

you and jake were comfy, jake scrolling on tiktok and his other hand rubbing your thigh slowly. little did he know that it was giving you a thousand butterflies, and lowkey turning you on. just when you thought it was only you, you felt something almost poking your back, you looked up at jake with a confused expression, but before you could say anything — jake's hand slid onto your lower hip, rubbing it with a smirk on his pretty devious face.

"jake.." you bit your lower lip, almost as if you were nervous about what he'd do, even though this same scenario took place several, several times. "mind sitting on my cock, pretty?" jake blurts out, and you swear you felt your jaw drop. it wasn't like you were gonna refuse him, so you hesitantly nod, your hands in a frenzy as they go up to his pants, unzipping and pulling them down — and of course he wasn't wearing boxers, classic jake. his tip leaked with precum, and it looked...angry. jake's cock was so fucking pretty, you lost all sense of self control and respect when you saw it — and he knew that, very well.

"she asks me if I do this everyday, i said often"

"actually baby, lay down" he says softly, but it sounds like an order and you don't feel like being a brat today, so you comply, laying down on your back, jake sits up, his eyes basically fucking you before he slides down your trousers. when his eyes meet your drenched panties, he scoffs. "spread your legs slut, that’s it, no, wider.” he commands and you spread yours legs are far apart as you could, making him grin. "such a pretty pussy, my little slut to ruin, mhm? aren't you?" he says in a husky, low tone and all you could do was nod repeatedly. "words, slut" he hisses and you breathed out a "yes.. jake.. all yours to ruin,, please-- please touch me"

if it was even possible, his devilish grin grew wider. "good girl", he praises and it goes straight to your core, the wet patch on your underwear more evident than ever. he slides your panties off you, groaning at the sight of your dripping cunt. "holy shit.."

jake slaps your cunt and you almost flinch, he's never done that before. he starts rubbing your clit gently, "did it hurt, pretty? and you nod pathetically. jake slid his fingers inside of you, immediately finding your g-spot, but instead of massaging it with his fingers, he slides his fingers out, making you whine. he slapped your pussy one more, and then another time. "if it hurts, why do you keep getting so wet?", you couldn't explain why it aroused you even more, and your lack of response made him slide his fingers in again, and when he found that sweet spot again, you were a moaning, verge of tears, mess on his fingers.

"jakey, 'm gonna cum, c-can i cum, please?" you ask, and you're met with another slap on your pussy, making you moan out. "not until i tell you to, slut"

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[xqueen-of-disasterx]

G!P Kate bishop where the reader surprises her by wearing a maid outfit?

Every girl get's her wish

Paring: afab!reader x amab!Kate

Warnings: SMUT, dom!Kate, sub!reader, amab!Kate, afab!reader, maid costumes, sexual role play, oral (K), unprotected sex, P in V, praise kink, degradation, facials, spanking, aftercare,

!Disclaimer English is not my first language so please excuse any grammar or spelling errors. This story is completely fictional!

Masterlist-

It all started with a stupid joke originating from out of all places TikTok. Not to say that Kate was down bad for cosplayers, but in secret she  certainly was after all Kate was nothing short of a massive nerd. When you sat next to her on the couch you got a good glance on her for you page. You quickly noticed her favouritism of girls in maid outfits; liking almost every video she saw. That's how you got the perfect idea for a little surprise; after all your girl had just made it as an avenger.  

You quickly bought one of the infamous costumes for yourself and when Kate felt for her training with Clint you put your plan into action. The costume hugged your body perfectly: the skirt ending just on your mid thigh revealing your panties whenever you would bend over. You wore her favourite set of white lingerie with little red strawberries underneath with some matching thigh highs. 

You positioned yourself next to the front door of your shared of your apartment waiting patiently for the arrival of your dear girlfriend. When she opened the door she dropped her gym bag out of pure shock; a good shock. You sat on the ground on your knees looking up at her through hooded eyes. "Fuck baby" she breathed out at your clear display of pure submission of the archer. "I cleaned and cooked, Ms. Bishop" The use of her last name made her feel powerful over you and it felt so good. So good she felt her cock straining in her  boxers. 

"Fuck I think dinner has to wait, you need to get your treat first" she chuckled her cheeks still reddened as she tried her best to play the role of a serious dom. Of course she had been in control but never like this. She grabbed your chin forcing your mouth open as you let your tongue out. You placed your hands on her thighs for support as you watched her hastily unbuckle her pants tugging them down with her boxers. Her cock stood proud against her lower stomach, the red tip already tripping with white pre cum. You were sure you had never seen her this hard before. 

You licked over her tip before taking the leaking tip in your hot mouth which forced the sweetest moans from the throat of the archer. You swirled your tongue around her tip taking her time to properly tease you until her release. Sadly she didn't have any of that roughly grabbing your head before trusting her entire length down your throat making you gag at the rough motion. Desperately you grabbed onto her behind forcing her to stay still for a few seconds.  

She let you adjust to the new penetration for a short while before she set a brutal pace. Kate never failed to make you gag with her rough motions. After a few thrusts your mascara was already rolling down your reddened cheeks which only made her want you more. She released small whimpers as she worked herself closer to her peak. One of your hands sneaked to her balls massaging them to make her cum sooner, which unsurprisingly worked. 

Kate pulled out of your throat jerking her shaft a few times as you put out your tongue and closing your eyes awaiting her load. With a loud groan she released all over your face not even trying to cum on your tongue. "Fuck baby girl, all messy huh?" she teased gently patting on your your cheek before grabbing your face squishing your face. "My little maid all dirty" She tugged her length into her pants again pulling up her jeans again. 

She grabbed your arm pulling you with her to the kitchen. "Bend over" She commanded this all dominant act which was completely new to her however you weren't complaining about it. Kate however still was very with this new role but she remembered the advice she had gotten from Nat, never show that you're nervous. Of course the assassin gave the advice Kate for combat but it worked surprisingly well there too. 

You applied to her wishes being over the marble kitchen counter the skirt rising up of course "Fuck you're such a slut" Kate had never used such lewd language with you but you couldn't lie it made you even wetter. "She pulled on your panties before letting it snap back on your sensitive pussy which made you cry out in pure lust. "Ms. Bishop please" You begged her for something, her mouth, her fingers her cock. You didn't care you just wanted her. 

She pushed away your panties before she slide her cold fingers through your dripping slit. Her experienced fingers found your clit rubbing your puffy clit which made you mewl as you could hardly keep your hips still. You could her her pulling her pants off giving herself a few more strokes to make her even harder. "I'll pull out" she playfully slapped your ass which made you cry out for her. You wanted her to cum inside but maybe another day you thought. 

You thoughts were cut short by her penis forcing it's tip inside your tight hole. She pushed inside of you without mercy making it hard for you to not cry out for her to slow down, but the pleasure was greater than the pain. "Sh, good girl" she cooed against your skin stilling inside of your tight heat to let you adjust to her. "You can start" you whimpered as you felt her being to trust inside of your pussy. 

"You're so, fuck, so fucking tight for me" She groaned before slapping your ass but not hard enough to sting "You're my little cock whore, fuck, you're made for my cock" She fastened her pace the roleplay had turned her into a whole other person. "Just for you Kate" You moaned your face smushed against the kitchen counter. Both of her hands gripped so hard on her hips that you were certain that it would leave behind bruises on your soft skin. 

"Are you gonna cum, baby" She asked as she felt your walls clamp around her length. "Y-yes, please let me cum" She was close to small droplets of sweat forming on her abs. "Cum with me" She pulled out one hand around her cock pumping her cock while the other was placed on your clit bringing you to an earth shattering orgasm which made you barely recognise her cumming over your cheeks. "Let's get you cleaned up my little maid" 

You leaned on Kate chest the warm water souring you relaxing your sore muscles. "Baby I thing that was the best idea you had in a long while" She chuckled kissing the top of your head "I know but you have to communicate wishes like that." She sighed letting her head fall back she was clearly blushing "I just thought you'd think that I would be some weird massive nerd or something" You shifted on her lap making the water around you move. "I would never never think like that" With that your lips meet hers.

:)

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[batfamtv]

request: ethan breastfeeding 💏

ethan landry x reader

a/n: i wrote this while the tiktok audio “number 9: breastfeeding, number 12: cock” plays on repeat in my head

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ethan has been your rock since you gave birth to your baby. however, what you dont know is that he’s been feeling horrible about himself. he feels like a terrible partner, and an even worse father.

why, just why, cant he stop himself from feeling all warm and fuzzy whenever he sees you breastfeeding your baby? he really shouldn’t be, right? but whenever you cradle your infant into your arms and guide them mouth into your nipple, ethan would just be sitting there quietly, hard as a rock. he never wanted to broach this topic to you, maybe ever, until one night.

“fuck, this really hurts,” he hears you moan beside him. he sits up to find you massaging your breasts (he hates how his cock automatically twitches at the sight), and moves to comfort you when he sees you crying, “what’s wrong, baby?”

“i already fed the baby,” you whine, pouting, “i also pumped, but i’m already so full and sore.”

his eyes land on your tits, hands flying out involuntarily to cup them, relishing your sighs of relief. they’re heavy in his hands, with milk. yours.

“momma,” he whispers, so quietly that you thought you just imagined it at first, “can i help?”

you raise your eyebrows, “you wanna help me, baby?” he nods frantically, now moving to rest his head on your lap.

he whines loudly when you pull your shirt up, revealing your breasts, now resting on his face. he moves one hand to softly rub the tent in his pants. ethan nuzzles closer, feeling the softness of your tits on his cheeks, “warm…” before sticking his tongue out and barely grazes it on your nipple.

ethan looks up at you, mouthing, “please?” with your nod, he closes his lips around one peaked nipple.

“fuck, ethan,” you groan, arching your breasts forward towards him. you raise one hand to gently grip his hair.

ethan pulls away a little, watching your face scrunched up in pleasure as he sloppily flicks his tongue in one nipple, before moving to the other one. then, he raises his hand on squeeze your breasts gently, and sucks.

surprised at the feeling of ethan simultaneously squeezing your breast and sucking, you feel the familiar warm and tingling sensation flowing to your breasts and you can barely react before ethan moans loudly.

a squirt of something warm and sweet lands on his tongue and he realizes it’s your milk.

“fuck, mommy,” he whines into your breasts, now suckling harder to get as much as he can before you push him away, “taste s’good,” he whimpers, his mouth quickly filling up with milk that some had dribbled down the sides of his mouth. he softly humps the air, wishing to be relieved of the aching tension of his cock, but he couldn’t get enough of you.

everything you have given him, either the juices of your cunt, or the milk that you use to sustain your child, they all taste like nectar to him.

he whines when you gently pull him away, looking up at you in a dazed, almost milk drunk expression that resembles that look your baby gives you when they’re also milk drunk and full.

“you emptied me,” you tell him with a giggle, before moving your thumb to wipe the dribbling milk off the sides of his mouth, “i got no more milk for you.”

ethan shifts so he is kneeling beside you, hands on the waistband of his pants, “i have some for you if you want.”

you laugh, before leaning in for a kiss.

#batfamtv #ethan landry #ethan landry imagine #ethan landry smut #ethan landry x reader #ethan landry x y/n #ethan landry x you #jack champion scream #scream imagine #scream movie

[luvv4j4ybe11]

I'm tired of being horny,I want love😭😭

can you give us some fluff headcanons with teyam,please??🥹

YES OML! I love writing headcanons sm😭

Warnings~ none! Enjoy the fluff everyone<3

★ Neteyam is the type of mate to make you stay in bed on a rainy day, no matter if you guys have things to do or not. He just loves spending time with his girl.

★ speaking of which, his family completely adores you. They’re always asking for you to come over and spend time with them(mostly neytiri and Jake saying this bc you’re literally like a daughter to them)

★ tey absolutely ADORES whenever you spend time with his family, especially his siblings and ESPECIALLYY with tuk, you act so well with all of them that it makes him want to give you a family of your own.

★ his love language is definitely acts of service, words of affirmation, and physical touch. So definitely expect to be gifted with things you’ve always wanted while he’s hugging you and whispering all sorts of praises and I love yous into your ear.

★(this hc is for human!reader) if your ovulating/on your period, he will never leave your side, always giving you whatever you need since he knows how painful your periods can be. (And also because your smell gets stronger, and he doesn’t want any of the males in his clan thinking they have a chance with you. Because they don’t.)

★ speaking of this, he definitely is extremely protective of you. Like, yes he knows you’re fully capable of handling yourself, but he just can’t help it. You’re his girl, how could he not protect you?

★ if you need an example of how far this man would go for you, just remember that one time where he came home with bloody fists and a bloody nose because he overheard a group of boys sexualizing you(lo’ak jumped into the fight too bc he didn’t want to hear you or his parents lecture him about leaving Neteyam by himself to get beat tf up😭)

★turns into such a baby when he’s tired. Poor boy will come home completely exhausted, it’s so obvious in his features it makes you sad. He’ll grumble when you ask him how his day was, hurriedly taking off his uncomfortable garments and picking you up and carrying you to the bed, placing you down on the soft pillows before placing all of his body weight onto you. You let out a little huff from the suddenness of it, but it turns into a giggle when you feel him smoosh his head into your boobs.

★“Awh, what needy little babyboy. Just needed some cuddles, hm?” You’d tease while placing a kiss on his forehead, left hand rubbing his scalp soothingly as your other hand trails down his back in a content motion.

★(hc for modern!au) you guys would definitely do a whole bunch of couple TikTok’s tg, and literally everyone loves you guys sm

★ would secretly learn all your favorite foods and make them whenever your sad/on your birthday.

★ does this thing if your walking past a group of people that make you uncomfortable, he’ll put himself between you and the group, so he’s acting as a barrier almost

★ loves the sound of your voice/laugh so much, And it SHOWSSSS. lo’ak made fun of him one time because teyams tail started wagging when you laughed at a joke he made

★ also loves carrying you/manhandling you (gently ofc) js bc he likes to see the surprise on your face whenever he does. All those years of training and building his strength being put to use frl🙌🏼 he also does it bc he has a strength kink and size kink..BUT WE ARENT GONNA GET INTO THAT!!

★he has a sweet spot in the middle of his scalp that makes him purr really loud and kick his leg slightly, you found out about it one of the many times he fell asleep on your chest. You never told him you knew about it though because you know he’d probably get embarrassed, but whenever he does fall asleep on your chest you always massage that spot just to giggle at his reaction.

★(black!reader hc..so me!) love to play with your hair and braid it, also loves to participate in your wash days. Like this mf will be more hyped to wash your hair than you are(you barley lift a finger during your wash days because he insists you just sit down and relax while he does everything)

★ made a wash day playlist with all your favorite songs on your phone without you knowing, so when you asked him where the playlist came from he just giggled at you before telling you where it came from. (You cried and hugged him because..he’s a fucking sweetheart?)

★ always talks about starting a family with you, and the look in this man’s eyes whenever he talks about it is completely adorable. You’re literally the love of this man’s life

A/N~ I need a man like teyam frl🥹 also I’m flattered you guys love my neteyam works sm, it really means the world to me<3 but could we mayhaps send in requests for different characters? I’d love to hear what you guys have in mind for them. Other than that tho, stay safe and hydrated. I love you guys sm💕

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[notboredhuening]

..MY TEDDY BEAR ྀི

synopsis; your cute little teddy bear beomgyu isn’t as cute and innocent as you thought.

pairing; innocent!subgyu x softdom!reader

tags; jerking off, overstimulating if you really think about it. praise, use of mommy like 3 times.

word count; 0.6k

song; love you twice - huh yunjin

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“in seven years time i’ll look back and wonder, why was i such a mess? unable to relaxxx~” beomgyu was incredibly talented, singing amazingly without putting in much effort. “damn beomgyu, you’re killing it!” you call over to him, causing him to stop his singing and blush, crawling over from his side of the couch to bury his reddening face in your chest, giggling profusely. “awh, not gonna say thank you, pretty boy?” you fake coo.

he lifts his face up, the fiery blush burning strong on his cheeks. “i-i .. thank you” he stutters. “good boy beomgyu.” you smile and kiss his forehead. “mmhm.” he giggled, laying his head back into your chest, kissing it a bit. “beomgyu, what are you doing?” you question. “nothing! sorry.” he stutters, the blush burning like a bonfire. “you sure?” you say, massaging his thigh to calm him down. “mhm..! i-i’ll be right back!” he blushes before running to the restroom.

you chuckle, sitting on the couch to scroll through tiktok silently, you seldom did it anyways, so you thought it would be a good change. You were sitting quietly, chuckling at some funny tiktok’s and giggling at some kpop idol edits (especially beomgyus) but before you could turn your phone off to go check on beomgyu, you heard a loud whimper coming from the bathroom. your smile fades as you worriedly get up and peek over the corner of the hallway. “gyu?” you call out. another whimper, a dropping noise. and some noises that sounded like water.

“gyu are you oka-?” you bust into the bathroom to check on beomgyu. he gasps, trying to cover himself. but oh there your sweet, innocent little teddy bear was, pants to his ankles, glistening and extra hard cock taken in his hands, whining at the painful feel of the fabric of his boxers scratching at his erection. “gyu..?” you suppress a laugh as his face lights up with a hot blush and he starts to stutter. “m-mm-miss i uh..’m sorry i just ..i uhm i couldn’t h-help it..yo-you know..?” he stutters. “oh my poor sweet precious little teddy bear” you fake coo. “come here, i’ll help you out with that.” you smile.

he whines as you push him gently onto the bed, stripping him of his boxers and the pants at his ankles. “my poor baby, how long has it been feeling like this?” you fake coo. “s-since you c-complimented my s-singing..” he stutters. of course. you’d forgotten he gets off on compliments.

beomgyu whines, lifting his hips up as you massage his painfully hardening cock. “my pretty boy, so hard for mommy yea?” you tease. beomgyu could’ve sworn your voice dropped like 10 octaves, but he couldn’t focus on that, you were pleasing him too much, rubbing his over sensitive tip. “mmh! please! please!” beomgyu whined. “does it feel good there? hm?” you toy and smile. “mommy! mommy please. oh please.” he whines, pre cum leaking out of his angry red tip. “what’s wrong?” you say, starting to slowly jerk him off, rubbing his tip with your other hands thumb. beomgyu jerks, moaning loudly and writhing in pleasure. “good boy beomgyu, you’re mommy’s good boy huh, isn’t that right?” you smile, seeing his pleasure stricken face. “‘m close..please please..” he says, his voice lower than a whisper.

“cum for me angel, cmon.” you say as beomgyu bucks his hips up, hot spurts of cum shooting out his aching tip. “can you do it again for me?” you ask.

and beomgyu knew he was in for a long ride.

#choi beomgyu #beomgyu choi #notboredhuening #not bored huening #txt x reader #txt hard hours #txt smut #txt post #tomorrow x together #minisode 3: tomorrow #huh yunjin #jennifer huh #beomgyu x reader

[matty-bear]

♫ Guitarist! Matt ♫ Head-canons

pairing: matt sturniolo x fem!reader

warnings: sfw, fluff, brief mention of blood

summary: what it’s like to date matt when he’s a guitarist! 

notes: first actual post so bear with me if it’s lowkey ass. thinking about making dummer!chris head-canons so lmk if you’d like that! 

dialogue color guide! pink: you blue: matt

WC: 790

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♪ takes his practice VERY seriously. he usually practices with chris in his room when they wanna learn a song together but if he’s not in his room, he’s chilling with you in y’all’s room. 

♪ he would spend hours on end attempting to learn a single song or riff. (especially if he’s learning one of your favorite songs or if you gave him a recommendation. he wants to give you the best yk) you have to force him to take breaks sometimes because he just refuses to stop until he gets it perfect. 

“baby, I think you should take a little break. you seem a little too worked up over this.” 

“i’m almost there! i just need to get this riff down.” 

♪ you’ve had to take the guitar away from him when he was playing so much to the point that his fingers were bleeding. he ends up putting up a fight every time and reassures you that it doesn’t hurt at all.

“matt, blood is on your strings. how does that not hurt?”

“it’s natural, love! i’m used to it, don’t worry. If i was in pain, i would’ve stopped by now.”

“let me clean your fingers up at least.” 

♪ he then allows you to drag him to the bathroom to help clean up his fingers. winces every time your brush over the blisters with rubbing alcohol, which earns a light scolding from you telling him that he should pay more attention to what he’s doing. 

♪ gets so excited when you tell him that you wanna learn. he doesn’t allow you to find another guitar teacher since he’s right there. 

♪ when he’s teaching you, you’re sitting on his lap with his guitar on your thighs. he takes his hand in yours and gently walks you through each chord. (uses this as an excuse to hold your hand) 

bonus! gives you a small kiss on the neck or cheek whenever you strum a chord correctly. he loves to see you get flustered when he does it. 

♪ you stay up with him pretty late to watch him play. you often fall asleep when he plays slow songs. shits just so calming. 

♪ you enjoy kissing him on the lips, forehead, and cheek when he successfully plays through a song he’s been struggling with as a little reward. the faint blush on his cheeks that follows is absolutely adorable and you tend to tease him a little about it. 

♪ you’re his no1 fan when he records covers for his instagram and tiktok. when he finally posts the cover, you’re the first to hype him up and comment on how amazing he did. (the fans adore how supportive you are) 

♪ when he’s in a clingy mood and needs to practice, he’s lying against you while you sit up or sitting on your lap. as he plays, you card your fingers through his hair, massage his scalp, and rub his shoulders. he gets so relaxed by your touch that he ends up ditching his practice to nap against you. 

“what about your practice? you’ve been complaining all day that you need to get this song down before tomorrow.”

“too tired, it can wait. can you keep going please? i love when you play with my hair.”

♪ enjoys when he asks for a kiss every time he plays something correctly. even if he already had the song down, he demands for a kiss from you to keep him “motivated.” 

“please love? just one more kiss.” 

“baby, i played the riff right. don’t you think i need a little reward?” 

♪ when you’re struggling to fall asleep, he plays a soft tune on his guitar to lull you to sleep. it works EVERY time. 

♪ you love going to the music store with him and watching him geek out over guitars. (y’all end up leaving with him buying a new guitar and gear)

♪ you comment on how you think a certain guitar is pretty? he’s buying it right then and there and is playing it until it breaks or you say another one is nice. 

♪ you find this hobby of his SO attractive. like yes, you deeply enjoy listening to him play but watching how his long and slim fingers dance once the fret and strings just causes you to freak out a little. you’re a mess when he’s in an all black outfit and is lazily strumming his guitar. he just looks so good ?!? (he ends up teasing you when he catches you staring at him with rosy cheeks) 

♪ sometimes plays so loud to the point that nick has to yell at him to turn it down before they get another noise complaint. 

#matt sturniolo fluff #matt sturniolo fanfic #matt sturniolo #matt x reader #guitarist! matt #matt sturniolo headcanon #chris sturniolo #chris x reader #chris sturniolo fanfic #nick x reader #nick sturniolo #nick sturniolo fanfic #sturniolo triplets #sturniolo fanfic #sturniolo fluff #sturniolo fandom

[trickphotography2]

'tis the damn season | Chapter 7

Pairing: Jake "Hangman" Seresin x Julie/Cece (OC, no physical description)

Word count: 7.9K

Synopsis: After six years away from home, Jake ‘Hangman’ Seresin was finally going to make his parents happy and surprise his family by spending Christmas in Magnolia, Texas. Introducing his pregnant fiancee to his family is a culture clash, with rural Texas meeting California influencer. Though unhappy in his relationship, Jake knows he has to buckle down and do the right thing with a baby on the way.

The last person he expected to run into was his high school sweetheart and the one that got away, Julie.

The holidays are already going to be hard enough for Julie. Her home baking business, which had started as a fun side project, exploded after a few TikToks went viral. Just when she was getting the hang of juggling her job and business, tragedy struck. Facing her first Christmas as an orphan, the last thing Julie expected was to hear that once familiar nickname - Cece.

After almost a decade apart, Jake and Julie can't help but feel that old familiar spark. Even with the realities of their lives pressing in, they can't help but wonder what might have happened if just one of them had fought for their relationship all those years ago.

Chapter 6 | Master List | Ao3

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Chapter 7

Jake was dreaming.

He smiled at the hair that tickled his nose. His hand slid under her shirt as they slept, fingers lightly pressing into her stomach to hold her to his chest, pinky anchored in the waist of her pants. Their legs were entwined, her foot - toes cold, just like always - pressed into his calf. The neck of her shirt gapped, revealing his favorite place to kiss - the curve of her neck. Jake loved to feel her shoulders drop when he did that, how she would melt back into him when his thumb replaced his lips, gently massaging his love into her tensed muscles. 

The first sunbeams were creeping across the ceiling when he ran the tip of his nose up the back of her neck, his thumb lightly stroking her stomach. Cece’s foot twitched against him, and Jake smiled, repeating the action and punctuating it with a kiss of her hair. 

When she shifted, pressing her ass firmly against him, he let out a sleepy growl of approval, hips moving of their own accord. God, he'd always loved mornings like this. Those spring breaks at the beach, listening to the noise of hungover college kids in the hotel around them as he held her. The mornings in their apartment where he would silently get ready for work, half-heartedly protesting when Cece tried to pull him back into bed when he bent to kiss her goodbye. Her half-closed eyes as she trailed him into the kitchen for one last kiss before he left to go to base. 

Cece inhaled deeply, turning in his arms. Her head nudged his, forcing his chin up so she could curl closer. Her arms were trapped between them, one cold fist pressing against his sternum. Chuckling softly, he slid his hand from her shirt and gently took her arm, tugging as he rolled onto his back so she was draped across his chest. But when he lifted her hand to kiss her wedding ring, he paused. 

Her left hand was bare.

Jake’s thumb stroked her ring finger before pressing his lips to her palm. Her fingers twitched, and her nose grazed his Adam’s apple. Placing her hand on his chest, he closed his eyes. A faint chiming sound came from the living room, and he suppressed a groan. If he could ignore it, he could stay here longer in the dream where he had the love of his life safe and warm in his bed. Asleep in his arms. 

The chiming got louder. Cece shifted, and he felt her brow furrow against his jaw. Squeezing his eyes shut, he held her tighter. She let out a soft grunt, and her breath was warm on his skin as she nuzzled closer. 

Just a few more minutes of this, Jake thought. Just a few more minutes, then he would get up and bury this dream with every other one he’d had of her over the last decade.   

“Phone.” Cece’s voice was rough with sleep, her lips brushing his skin when she whispered. 

“‘S fine,” he mumbled. He felt her stiffen momentarily, and his fingers grazed the top of her back. 

“Five minutes.” He pressed his lips to her forehead, stomach tensing when her hand trailed down his chest, slipping under the covers to land on his waist. Shifting, she threaded her leg through his, thigh bumping his cock, and he bit his lip. Jake wanted nothing more than to roll Cece onto her back and kiss his way down her body, waking her up with his head between her legs and her heels pressing into his back. But every single time he’d tried that in his dreams, he’d woken up with an aching dick and a heavy heart. 

The chiming eventually stopped. Jake needed to get up, shower, put on his flight suit, and head to the base. To prepare for another day in the air, and hopefully sneak off for a beer at the Hard Deck before coming home. Had to figure out what he was going to do.

But Cece kissed his throat, tucking herself tighter against him. Her even breaths danced across his skin, and he drifted. 

Julie woke slowly. Limbs heavy with exhaustion, she tried to force herself back into her dream. It felt like some forgotten memory. She was younger and laughing, feeling light in a way she’d never felt. She, Jake, and Will had managed to sneak a slice of Mama’s rum cake while their parents played cards after cleaning up Christmas dinner. Her heart soared at the sound of their laughter, and she left the safety of the kitchen, the world seeming to tilt and spin as she walked toward her Mama. Smiling, she scooped her up and set Julie in her lap, barely interrupting the conversation as her arms closed around her, resuming the card game.

A tear pooled in the corner of her eye. Ran over the bridge of her nose. The arms around her tightened, and she sighed. “Stay with me.” The words were so soft she thought she imagined them. But her heart pounded with recognition as a familiarly husky voice whispered, “I love you.” 

Forcing her eyes open, Julie blinked as her bedroom came into view across an expanse of sun-kissed skin. When she lifted her head, sleepy green eyes met her gaze. They stared at one another for a long moment, then seemingly moved in tandem. Their lips brushed, and she felt Jake smile against her mouth. Of all the men she’d kissed, he was the only one who seemed to do that consistently. Like he was genuinely happy for the quickest of pecks - always pulling her in for another - or the prelude to stealing her breath. Jake always smiled when he kissed her. 

It was one of the things she loved about him. 

His lips curved against hers, and she couldn’t help but smile. The arm curled around her shoulders encouraged her closer, and she moved to lie between his legs. Jake cupped her flushed cheek, the medical tape from his bandaged hand gliding across her skin as he licked into her mouth.  She felt his hard cock trapped between them, her pebbled nipples rubbing against his chest. The rough scratch of his facial hair against her skin made her breath catch. Groaning, Jake’s hands dove under the covers to wrap around her waist, dragging her further up his body. Her knees fell to either side of his hips, and she felt delicious friction where her core rested against his throbbing dick. 

Cece’s hair curtained around them when she planted a hand on the pillow by his head and pulled away. Jake chased her lips, hands on her waist gripping tightly. They stared at one another for a long moment, and she smiled before biting her lip. The sight made him groan, and his hips lifted, causing her to inhale sharply. “Jake,” she whimpered, rolling her hips. Pressing his head back into the pillow, he moaned and thrust against her. He could feel the heat of her through her clothes.  

The last time Jake had done this was in this very room, back when they were teenagers, and her dad was on shift overnight at the station. 

Leaning down, Cece brushed her nose against his, watching as he smiled and revealed new lines around his eyes and mouth that she hadn’t seen develop. There was still a hint of boyish charm, with pillow creases on his cheek and sleep-mussed hair. But there was nothing boyish about the confidence of his grip on her, guiding her hips as he moved against her. Arousal pooled low in her stomach as her mouth hovered over his. “Merry Christmas, Farm Boy.”  

His response was lost as she kissed him, tongue sliding against his. Of all the times he’d dreamed of Cece, Jake knew this was the best. He’d always regretted not getting to wake up on Christmas morning with her. He had always stayed with his parents when he came home, and they hadn’t lived together long enough to experience this. When she pulled away again, he grunted in protest, feeling her laugh against him. “Baby,” he breathed, eyes glazed with lust when they met hers. Smiling, Cece crossed her arms and grasped the shirt hem, drawing it over her head. 

Jake’s hands left her as he braced himself on the bed and sat up. He forced his eyes to stay on her face as she tossed the shirt onto the floor, his tongue darting out to wet his lips. Slowly, he dragged his hands up her sides, feeling goosebumps rising where he touched. When his palms caressed the outer curves of her breasts, he felt her shiver against him. She’d always liked when he played with them. When she raised her eyebrow, he jumped on the unspoken permission.

Cece’s fingers carded through his hair when he cupped her breasts, noting that they were larger than the last time he’d touched her. Squeezing gently, he ran his thumbs over her nipples, chuckling at the way her hips jerked against him. She lightly tugged his hair, tipping his head back to brush kisses to his forehead and nose. The chiming sound came from the living room, and he closed his eyes. “Don’t make me wake up,” he pleaded.

He felt her cheek slide against his, and her breath was warm on his neck when she whispered into his ear, “You are awake, Jake.” Her lips trailed along his jaw and brushed his before she lifted her head to meet his gaze. Her hair was tousled with sleep, eyes soft. Jake saw every version of the woman he loved at that moment - the little girl who had caught fireflies with him. The kid he shared his first kiss with under the mistletoe. The teenager who taught him what love was. The twenty-something that shattered his heart. The woman who rebuilt her life over and over again. The woman he’d marry and would make him a father. Who would stand beside him when it was time to trade his helmet for a desk job.

He saw the lazy mornings and the busy nights helping her with her business. The kids and coordinating schedules. Coming home from deployments and back into her bed. Growing old and grey. The grandkids and retirement. 

Looking at Cece, Jake saw his past, present, and future.

He saw his home. 

She squeaked in surprise when he flipped them, sheets twisting and tangled around them. He swallowed her laugh as she shook under him, hair fanned across the pillow. Her laughter ended in a choked moan as he thrust against her. Struggling against the sheets, she curled a leg over him and lifted her hips, letting out a loud moan when he leaned down to flick his tongue against her nipple. 

She held him there with a hand on the back of his head as they writhed together. Her nails raked down his back, and he nipped her in retaliation. Jake was close, and he could tell that she was too. Ripping away the covers, he gripped her hips and focused on hitting the spot that made her mouth fall open, and her head press hard into the pillow as she arched against him. “Come on, baby,” he cooed against her breast. “Let go for me.” Grinding his cock against her core, he could feel her spasm as she let out a loud cry, stiffening under him. With a fumbling hand, he reached between them and tugged down his sweats and briefs, fisting his cock and spilling onto her stomach while shouting her name. 

Collapsing, Jake buried his face in her neck and panted as though he’d run a marathon. After a moment, he forced himself onto an elbow to stop crushing her and took in Cece’s sated expression. Unable to stop, he kissed her, feeling her mouth curve into a smile that mirrored his own. “You sure I’m not dreaming?” he asked, brushing a strand of hair from her sweaty brow. 

“You dream about me often, Farm Boy?” 

“All the time.” The answer clearly caught Cece off-guard, and an adorable flush crept up her cheeks. “I missed you.”

“I missed you too,” she admitted. “I… I’ve almost called you so many times over the last year.” 

“Wish you would have. We could have gotten to this point sooner.” When her eyes darted down, he glanced and saw that her chest was sticky with his cum. A smirk lifted the corner of her mouth, and she cocked an eyebrow. Shaking his head, Jake kissed her again before rolling off her and tucking himself back into his sweats, grimacing at the mess cooling on his own stomach. “Stay there. I’ll get something to clean us up.” Unable to stop himself, he brushed his lips to her temple before getting out of bed and going to the bathroom. 

Pausing to grab a washcloth from the linen closet, Jake cleaned himself up and glanced at himself in the mirror. A short beard had come in after forgoing shaving over the last week, and there were bags under his eyes. But the biggest change was how he couldn’t keep the hint of a smile from his mouth. Not when he knew that the love of his life was in the other room, waiting for him to return. Quickly, he unraveled the bandages from his hands and inspected his knuckles. They’d scabbed over and ached slightly when he flexed his fingers, but didn’t feel like anything was broken.

With a damp washcloth in hand, Jake stepped out of the bathroom to retrieve his phone. His alarm had finally stopped ringing, and he felt a flicker of guilt that he wouldn’t be home to help with the chores that morning. Pops and Will would manage without him - and certainly not begrudge him staying away for a bit longer - but it still felt wrong to be in Magnolia and not working early in the morning.

He felt a sinking feeling in his gut when he remembered that tomorrow afternoon, he’d be headed back to California. There would be no more early morning chores, no elbowing Will away from the coffee pot so he got a cup, no more balancing in the truck bed while pitching hay to feed the cattle or riding across the field to catch stragglers in the frigid Texas morning… no more Cece. The thought had Jake hurrying down the hall, and he paused in the doorway to watch her. Cece’s eyes were closed, the dark circles under them a bit less prominent this morning, arms flung over her head. He felt his cock stirring at the sight of his cum on her skin. She looked so peaceful. 

As though feeling the weight of his gaze, she opened her eyes and smiled sleepily at him. Wordlessly, she held out a hand. Jake grinned, torn between wanting to bundle her up and make sure she got more sleep, and pulling those thin pants down her hips and burying his face in her pussy. To see if she tasted as sweet as he remembered. 

He walked two steps into the room and stopped when he heard a pounding sound. The two frowned at one another, and Cece sat up. “Are you expecting anyone?” Jake asked, turning back toward the door. Glancing over his shoulder, he saw her shaking her head. His eyes traveled down her chest and stomach. “Catch,” he said, tossing her the washcloth.

“Jake, wait - I’ll get - ” He was gone before she could finish the sentence. Picturing a half-naked Jake answering her door and the questions that would cause, she quickly cleaned herself up and was reaching for her shirt when the yelling started. 

“Go away,” Jake growled.

“Jake!” Shayla whined, throwing out a hand to catch the door before he slammed it in her face. She shoved, and he caught the door before it hit the wall. Gripping it and the frame, he blocked her from stepping further into the house. “You have to listen to me!”

“I don’t have to do shit.”

“I’m sorry! I just got caught up and - ” Tears started to fall down her cheeks. That might have hurt him at one time, but Jake was past caring. 

“You lied to me!”

“I didn’t - I thought I was pregnant!”

“Thinking you’re pregnant and throwing a fucking positive test at me are two different things, Shayla,” he yelled. 

“I love you, Jakey, and you were leaving me! I was desperate and - ” she stopped talking, her eyes darting past him and narrowing. Quickly swiping away her crocodile tears, she planted her hands on her hips. “What are you doing here?” she demanded. Jake turned to see Cece peeking around the corner, her eyes darting between the two. 

Ignoring her, Cece looked at Jake. “You okay?” 

“Fine. She was just leaving.” Her brow creased with concern, and he gently shook his head. “It’s fine, Cece.”

“Yeah, ‘Cece’ - this is a private conversation,” Shayla sneered. Jake turned, mouth opening to tell her to not speak to Cece, and froze. Shayla had her phone out, camera pointed at both of them. “Unless you want to confirm that you fucked my fiancé.” 

Jake stepped forward, forcing Shayla back onto the porch, and closed the door behind him. It was freezing outside, and he regretted not grabbing a shirt before leaving the bedroom. Crossing his arms over his chest, he grit his teeth and exhaled, watching it mist between them. “I’m not sure what part about me saying I never wanted to see you again wasn’t clear, but we’re over, Shayla. You need to leave.” 

“Were we over when you kissed her the other night?” she glared, pointing the camera in his face. He lifted a hand to try and block it, knowing better than to grab it in case she claimed he damaged her phone. 

“Get that out of my face. We wouldn’t have been together at all if you hadn’t lied about the baby.” His eyes flitted down to her flat stomach, and he felt a wave of regret and stupidity. He should have known better.

“You’re a cheater!” she yelled. “I should have known better than to agree to marry a guy in the military!” Jake dropped his hand and glared at her. He knew what she was doing—trying to get loud enough to get Cece’s neighbor’s attention. When he heard the door open behind him, he whipped around to see Cece glaring at Shayla, her cell phone held up to her ear.

“Yes, I’d like to report someone trespassing on my property. She’s been told to leave, but she’s refusing. Would you mind sending an officer out?” Shayla moved the camera to Cece, and Jake stepped in front of her. 

“Just go, Shayla,” he said, exhaustion creeping into his voice. 

“You’re going to regret this,” she hissed. 

“The only thing I regret is meeting you,” Jake replied, allowing himself to be pulled back into the house. Cece slammed the door shut as soon as he cleared the frame and flipped the lock. They stared as a loud thump sounded.

“Did she just kick my door?” Cece asked, sounding incredulous. Her hand reached for the knob, but he caught her wrist, tugging it away.

“Let the cops deal with her.” Chewing her lower lip, she let out a sigh.

“I didn’t actually call them. Should I?” They heard an engine turn over, and he shook his head. 

“Sounds like she’s leaving.” Together, they moved to the window and watched his rental car back out of the driveway. Shayla spun the tires as she attempted to gun it on ice. Eventually, the car moved away, and Jake breathed a sigh of relief. Letting the blinds fall back into place, he hung his head.

“Hey.” He glanced at the woman beside him, who wrapped an arm around his waist. “You okay?” Jake lifted his arm and dropped it over her shoulders, gently pulling her into his chest. She shivered when she came into contact with his chilled skin, nipples pebbling and pressing against him. Leaning down, he brushed his nose against hers, feeling the tension melt away as she pushed onto her toes to kiss him. “Let’s get you warmed up,” she said against his lips. 

“Yeah?” he smirked, trailing kisses down her throat. Her head fell back as she chuckled. 

“Shower. I’ll start the coffee.” 

“You gonna join me?” 

“We’ll see.” 

With a towel wrapped around his waist, Jake found Cece in the kitchen, staring into her pantry. Two mugs of coffee sat in front of the full pot, but he bypassed them to stand behind her and wrap his arms around her. It was second nature for him to duck his head and kiss his favorite spot, for her to lean back against him. “Thought you were gonna join me,” he said softly against the curve of her neck. 

“Do you think your parents would mind if I made scones?” He lifted his gaze and spied the bag of oranges she was staring at. 

“I think orange cranberry scones would go great with the Seresin tradition of French toast casserole.” When she didn’t say anything, he gently grasped her chin, feeling the slightly raised scar from the stitches she got their junior year, and guided her to meet his gaze. “What're you thinking, honey?"

“It feels wrong to have coffee and no scones on Christmas morning.” His brow furrowed, and she lowered her eyes. 

“Alright, no coffee until scones. We can do that.” 

“No, it’s fine. The coffee’s ready, and - ” Silencing her with a kiss, he felt her head drop against his shoulder.

“No coffee until scones.” Trailing his fingers down her throat and the valley between her breasts, he flattened his palm to her stomach and held her tightly against him. “Love you, Julie.” She smiled against his mouth, one hand covering his and the other curling around his neck. 

When they broke apart to breathe, Cece closed her eyes as Jake scattered soft kisses on her face. “We should get ready. Your family’s expecting us.” 

“They can wait.” Chuckling, she forced herself to step out of his hold, ignoring his sounds of protest and grasping hands. 

“I need to shower.”

“Me too,” he grinned. Unable to keep from laughing, she shook her head. 

“You need to get dressed…” her eyes ran down his torso, and he subtly flexed under her gaze. Her cocked eyebrow let him know that it wasn’t as subtle as he had hoped, but she enjoyed it nonetheless. “And we need to go.” 

Reluctantly, Jake agreed and followed her down the hall to her bedroom, pausing to grab his clothes from the bathroom. He tugged on his jeans, forgoing his briefs as she rummaged in her closet and retrieved a worn flannel shirt, a pair of leggings already tucked under her arm. When something scraped against his thigh, he frowned and dug into his pocket, pulling out two rings - his Academy one and Shayla’s engagement ring. Twisting his ring on, he flexed his hand, still feeling how tender it was. Holding hers between his thumb and pointer fingers, he tilted it, watching the diamonds catch the early morning light. 

As relieved as he was to have Shayla out of his life, he couldn’t help the sinking feeling of regret in his stomach. Sliding that ring onto her finger had been the start of a new adventure. That ring had been the beginning of their little family. And, while he knew that they’d never been real, Jake felt a stab of grief for the baby he’d lost. He would have done anything for them.  

When his gaze lifted, Cece was watching him. The corner of his mouth lifted in a weak smile. “Hopefully, I can still return this and get it off my credit card,” he said, forcing a light tone. 

“Do you want something to put it in?” When he nodded, she walked past him and tossed her clothes onto the bed before sinking to her knees. Peering under the frame, she dragged a fireproof box out and lifted it onto the mattress. Still kneeling on the floor, she entered the combination and lifted a handful of documents before rummaging in the bottom. 

Jake’s heart stopped when she pulled out a black ring box, flicking it open to reveal the simple engagement ring he’d given her all those years ago. Cece tugged the ring from the cushion and slipped it into her palm. Setting the empty box onto the bed, she reached back into the lockbox. She retrieved a necklace box, opening it to reveal the delicate chain holding the class ring he’d given her when they were 18. 

The box wouldn’t close fully after she put the engagement ring beside the thicker class ring. It’d always been too big for her finger, both in size and weight. Jake hadn’t been thinking about giving it to her when he ordered it, having saved up enough between odd jobs in town and helping out on other farms. Giving it to Cece on graduation night hadn’t been the plan. He’d pictured wearing it right up until he swapped it for his Academy ring, then retiring the bulky band into Cece’s jewelry box. But in the end, he’d only had it for three weeks. That night, when they’d talked about their future, trading dreams of exploring the world together before having a couple of kids, it had felt right to pull the ring from his finger and slip it onto hers. 

Pushing to her feet, Cece left the necklace box on the bed and grabbed the now empty ring box. “Catch,” she said, tossing it into his chest. Gathering her clothes, she left to shower. 

Sliding the now-boxed engagement ring into his pocket, Jake walked closer to the bed and carefully opened the necklace box. He’d never thought much about what Cece had done with the rings, but the idea of her keeping them close had him clearing his throat as it tightened. Lifting the class ring, he ran his finger over the topaz stone, closely matching the one on his finger. Twisting his hand, he held them side-by-side, thinking about how much things had changed in the last 15 years. 

His gaze shifted to Cece’s engagement ring, grimacing slightly at the small diamond chips surrounding the smallish center diamond. It had been all he could afford then, and he’d sworn to replace it as soon as he could afford to. But she’d told him it was perfect. 

Another jewelry box in the safe caught his attention, and he glanced at the door before grabbing it. The catch snicked open, revealing matching, battered gold bands. 

Her parents’ rings.

The box felt heavier as he gently closed it and put it back in the safe. He then carefully placed the rings he’d given her into the necklace box, placing it beside her parents'. Stacking the documents back inside, he lowered the safe lid and slid it back under her bed. 

The front door flew open before Jake could turn the truck off. Mama flew down the steps, her housecoat trailing behind her. As soon as he got the car door open, she tugged him into her arms. “Oh, my baby boy,” she said softly, tears glistening in her eyes. “Are you alright?”

“I’m fine, Mama,” he assured her, glancing behind him as he heard Cece’s SUV coming up the drive. 

“Are you sure?” she asked, her hands coming up to cup his face. He turned his attention back to her. 

“Promise.” Her green eyes searched his, apparently satisfied with what she found. Her soft expression faded as she let him go and pointed in his face. 

“Scare me again like that, Jacob Thomas, and I’ll make you regret it. Understood?”

“Yes, ma’am.” The pat on his cheek had more force than necessary behind it. 

“Good.” Apparently satisfied with the reprimand, she shifted her attention to Cece as she climbed out of her car. “Oh honey, I can’t thank you enough,” she cried, hurrying to embrace the younger woman. “Thank you for taking care of my stupid boy.” 

“My pleasure,” Cece replied, meeting his gaze over her shoulder. He couldn’t tell if the flush on her cheeks was from cold or embarrassment over just how much pleasure she’d had taking care of him. Shaking his head, Jake walked to the passenger side and grabbed the tote she’s packed with baking supplies, slinging it over his shoulder and making his way inside. 

Ally was sitting at the kitchen counter, sipping a mug of tea while scrolling on her phone. “Hey,” Jake said, putting Cece’s bag on the counter and walking over to hug his sister-in-law. “Merry Christmas.”

“Merry Christmas, Jake,” she yawned. When he moved to let go, she held him a beat longer. “You okay?” 

“Yeah, I’m good.” They heard the front door open and Mama talking to Cece; he couldn’t help the smile that tugged at his mouth, listening to their easy back and forth. It didn’t go unnoticed by Ally, who scoffed.

“I told them you’d end up there last night.” He ignored her satisfied grin and turned to watch the two women enter the kitchen. 

“ - take too long to put together.”

“The boys are still out working, honey - we’ve got time.”  

“Put what together?” Ally asked, sliding off the stool and going to hug Cece. 

“Scones.” The pregnant woman let out a squeal of delight. 

“French toast casserole and scones? You’re gonna make Tyler a very happy boy.” Cece laughed and shook her head, crossing the kitchen to stand beside him. 

“Have to keep my godson happy. But you get to deal with his daddy - I am not getting in the middle of any more arguments about sweets.” 

“You know Seresin men are pushovers when it comes down to it,” Ally smirked, glancing at Jake. When he saw Ally and Mama watching him, he quickly looked away from Cece, who was unloading her baking stuff onto the counter. 

“Coffee?” Mama asked, bushing past them all and reaching over the pot for more mugs.

“I’ll wait,” he replied. “Gonna change then see if Pops and Will need a hand.”

“Tell them breakfast will be ready in an hour, then we’re doing presents.” 

“Will do, Mama.” Without thinking, he leaned over to kiss Cece’s temple. Her eyes were big when they met his, silently reminding him of their agreement before leaving her house that they wouldn’t act differently in front of his family. Turning, he caught Mama’s surprised look and Ally’s smirk, so he pushed away from the counter and kissed their temples. As he left the kitchen, he heard Ally laugh.

“Anything to share with the family, Ms. Ryan?” 

“I’ll make you whatever you want if you drop it,” Cece replied. The sound of laughter followed Jake as he took the stairs two at a time and hurried down the hall. His steps faltered as he passed the room Shayla had been staying in. Hesitantly, he pushed the door open and was relieved to see that someone had already been in to strip the bed and get rid of any trace of her. 

After changing into a fresh pair of jeans and a T-shirt and tugging on his jacket with the black Longhorns cap that Cece had given him so many years ago, he headed back downstairs. “Keep the coffee hot - I'm gonna want some with breakfast,” he said while passing through the kitchen. Cece was already at work, mixing ingredients in a large bowl while the Seresin women watched her. 

“You sure you don’t want to take a thermos out with you?” Mama asked as he walked past them in the kitchen, headed for the backdoor. 

“No, it’ll be better with scones and the casserole,” he added quickly before backing out of the house, shoes in hand. The cold morning's bite did nothing to dull the warmth he felt at the fond look Cece shot him as the door snapped shut. 

The milking barn was loud when he stepped in, having swapped his shoes for wellies at the door. Walking through the herd and back into the parlor, he saw Pops and Will guiding more cows into place and attaching the milkers. Both men glanced up as he walked past, taking his spot at the end of the aisle and starting to coax a cow into an empty stall.

“You good?” Will asked over the hiss of machinery and loud mooing as he crouched beside Jake, ready to attach the milker unit. 

“Fine,” Jake replied.

Pops clapped him on the shoulder as he passed and nodded. “Let’s get this wrapped up quick, boys. I know your mama’s ready to do presents.”

“Yes, sir,” both Seresin boys answered. 

Sitting with her back against the couch, legs crossed, and a cup of coffee cradled in her hands, Julie watched the two married couples exchange gifts. Will ran a hand along the new cowboy boots Ally had given him while she excitedly opened the compartments of her new work bag. Bill had already donned the scarf Kerry had knitted for him and appreciated the matching socks as she thumbed through the cookbook on her lap. 

There was a light tap on her knee, and she turned to Jake. Seated beside her, his own mug of coffee resting on his thigh, he sighed. “‘M sorry I didn’t get you anything.”

“I didn’t get you anything either,” she shrugged. Shaking his head, he lifted his arm and set it on the cushion behind her, not quite touching. She could feel the heat of his skin, the unspoken invitation to cuddle closer, but resisted the urge. His head lowered as though he was going to kiss her, and Cece quickly lifted her coffee mug to block him. At the sight of her cocked eyebrow, he smirked and took another bite of his scone, savoring the sweet, tart taste.

After the wrapping paper was cleaned up, Cece gathered empty dishes with Jake at her side. Bill and Kerry put away their gifts upstairs while Ally and Will went to the barn to check on a couple of pregnant mares. They were elbow-to-elbow at the sink, her rinsing the dishes and him setting them in the dishwasher when they heard a throat clear. 

“Julie, sweetheart,” Bill said, glancing between them. “Can I see you in the living room? Alone?” 

“Oh, sure,” she blushed, taking an intentional step away from Jake and drying her hands on the dishtowel. Jake met his father’s eyes and closed his mouth at the older man’s slight shake of his head. Handing Jake the dish towel, she widened her eyes at him when her back was to his father, silently blaming him for getting her in trouble. 

Seated on the couch, Julie prepared herself for a lecture as Mr. Seresin perched on the coffee table in front of her, ignoring its creaking. His brown eyes were soft as he studied her. Then, chuckling while shaking his head, he said, “You’re not in trouble, sweetheart. Just…” he took a deep breath and shifted, reaching for something in his back pocket. Tapping the white envelope against the palm of his hand, he sighed. “Your daddy asked me to give this to you.” 

“What?” Tears sprang to her eyes as she looked down at the envelope he held out, recognizing the chicken scratch handwriting. 

“Brian gave this to me last Christmas. Asked,” he paused to clear his throat, voice gruff when he spoke again. “Wanted me to make sure you got it today.” It took all her strength not to snatch the envelope from his hands as she took it. When she lifted her gaze to meet his, Bill pressed his lips together, inclining his head.

She traced her name with trembling fingers before flipping it, hesitated, slid her finger under the seam, and tore it open. A strangled moan escaped when she carefully took out the letter. Her attention was so focused on her daddy’s handwriting that she didn’t catch how Bill lifted his hand, motioning for Jake to stay in the kitchen when he came to investigate. Tears blurred her vision as she drank in the sight, lightly running her fingers over the words, inhaling sharply when they reached places where the ink had run, knowing that her daddy’s tears had been the culprit. 

Julie-bear,

I hope Bill had to mail this to you. I hope you’re spending Christmas in a beautiful place and enjoying your life. If you’re in Magnolia, you’re just there to spend the holidays with family. Maybe you moved back to Austin or out of Texas. 

I like doing that - imagining where you’ll be in a year. It gives me a little comfort on days like today when I can see how tired and sad you are. I can tell you’re mad at me right now, even though you won’t say it. You never do, though I wish you would. I know you’re tired, and making your mama’s scones is the last thing you want to do, but I hope that one day you’ll look back on that memory and know that I only wanted to keep her close to us in a hard time. Maybe someday, you’ll make those scones and tell your kids how their grandma made them every year and how you and I could never get them to taste the same. I know your mama laughs at us every year when we try. 

Your mama did that a lot - laugh. It was beautiful. Sometimes, I hear her when you laugh, and for a moment, I can imagine that she’s still with us. That she got to see you grow into the amazing young woman you are. And you are, sweetheart. You are amazing, beautiful, kind, and so talented. 

I don’t know if you remember, but your mama used to talk to you about traveling a lot. When you were a baby, she would rock you to sleep and tell you about all the places she wanted to take you. She read you all those Madeline books at bedtime because she wanted you to catch the travel bug. And she’d put away a little of her paycheck every time into a travel fund. She planned on taking you on a trip after you graduated high school and before you started college. Your mama wanted you to see more of the world than Magnolia, and I’m afraid I let her down on that. 

After she passed, Magnolia was what I needed. I was comfortable here and had the help raising you that I needed. But you? You, my baby girl, have always been too big for this little town. I knew it, watching you grow up and talking about all the places you wanted to go. And after you went away to college, I could see it every time you came home: how being here chafed, how you hated the microscope of a small town when you should have been able to relax at home. I have very few regrets when it comes to you, but having you come here to help me is one of them. As much as I have loved having you home with me, I can see how hard it is for you. Not just taking care of your old man when I should be taking care of you but also how you had to put your life on pause again.

The people in your life have always asked too much, and I hate that I’m now one of them.

So, Julie-bear, this is my last Christmas present to you. Your mama’s travel fund is still at the bank, separate from the accounts I already have outlined in my Will to give you immediately. I put her life insurance payout there and have added a little every year. All you have to do is contact my lawyer, who’ll give you the account numbers and start the transfer. I should have given it to you before, but… well, the reason always changed. But now that you have it, I want you to do whatever you want with that money. If you want to travel like your mama wanted? Do it. You want to go back to school? Perfect. Start your bakery? You’ll be so successful. Buy a house? I only ask that it’s somewhere other than Magnolia. Sell the house and put the money toward your next dream. 

Be selfish, baby. Treat yourself to whatever you want - as long as it’s what you want. 

I love you so much, Julie. You are the greatest part of your mama and my life. It’s not fair that you lost us both too early, but just know that wherever we are, we both love you and are so proud of the woman you’ve become. 

Merry Christmas. 

Love,

Daddy

As Julie finished the letter, a sob tore from her throat. Gentle hands took the papers from her, refolding them and setting them aside. Bill stood and tugged her to her feet, holding her tightly as she cried. “It’s alright, sweetheart,” he cooed as Kerry rubbed a hand along Jake’s back. His son was grasping the doorframe, knuckles white as he held himself back from taking his place. But Bill owed it to his best friend to be here for his little girl. She really needed her daddy, but he’d do in a pinch. “Your mama and daddy are so proud of you, sweet girl.”  

The words, meant as comfort, only made her cry harder. When his eyes lifted to meet his wife’s, she gave him an encouraging nod. Crying women had never been Bill Seresin’s strong suit, and he sent a silent thanks up to god for making sure he had boys. Holding the woman he’d helped raise as her heart broke was enough to bring tears to his own eyes. How many times had he called Brian a softie for having to clear his throat after Julie stumbled in with some scrape or bruise? The boys were rough and tumble, and he’d managed to hold it together when they cried. But this… this hurt. 

“Pops,” Jake said, voice gruff and quiet. Bill nodded at his youngest, watching as he stumbled across the living room. Gently, Bill shifted Julie into Jake’s arms, watching as the young woman clung to him. She wiggled in his grasp when he swept her into his arms and started to walk away. 

“No! My letter!”

“Here you go,” Bill said, handing it to her. Julie crushed it to her chest as she buried her face in Jake’s shoulder. His son swallowed hard, glancing at him before nodding and going upstairs. 

“You alright?” Kerry asked. Heart in his throat, Bill retreated into the comfort of his wife’s arms. 

The twin bed that had been too small for them in high school was an even tighter fit now, but Jake didn’t mind as Cece dozed, the envelope still clutched in her hands. He recognized Mr. Ryan’s handwriting on the front, and as curious as he was, he knew better than to try and read it. 

He could hear his family talking and laughing downstairs as he tracked the sun’s movement on the ceiling. At some point, Mama started cooking, but the delicious smells weren’t enough to pull him away from the coconut and vanilla scent of Cece’s hair. 

Movement woke Jake, and he opened his eyes to see Cece looking up at him. “Hey,” he said softly. 

“Hey.” 

“How’re you feelin’?” 

“A little foolish,” she admitted.

“No, honey - you’re not foolish.” 

“Why aren’t you downstairs? You didn’t have to stay with me.” The corner of his mouth lifted into a soft smile as he tucked a strand of hair behind her ear.

“‘M where I wanna be. ‘Sides, I think I’d get sent right back up if I’d even tried to leave you.” Groaning, she shifted closer and buried her face in his chest. 

“So much for not letting them know.”

“Baby,” Jake chuckled. “I’m pretty sure the cat was out of the bag as soon as we got here.” She huffed but made no effort to move away. 

Eventually, though, they got out of bed. Cece slipped the letter into her back pocket while washing her face and clasped it in her hand as they walked downstairs. Other than asking if she was alright, the family didn’t say anything about them disappearing upstairs together for hours. 

Later, when they sat down for dinner, Jake wasn’t surprised to see that they’d been sat next to each other or that Pops had mentioned the family being together again for Christmas. 

The only raised eyebrows they got were much later after Cece had packed up her things and was saying goodnight. Jake had disappeared upstairs and came back down as she stood by the front door, juggling her tote, a container of leftovers, and her keys. 

Tossing his backpack over his shoulder, Jake leaned over and kissed his Mama’s cheek before taking Cece’s keys. “I’ll be back in the morning,” he said, holding open the door. When Cece just stood there, he gently turned her and nudged her onto the porch. “Night. Love you - and Merry Christmas.” 

Jake smiled as Cece lightly ran her nails up his arm, curling her hand around his neck. Light pressure encouraged him closer, and he tightened his hold on her waist as he rolled to kiss her. He could still taste himself on her tongue, combined with the sweet taste he’d sucked off his fingers. While he wanted nothing more than to sink into her and feel her tight heat wrapped around his cock, the realization that neither had a condom made her hesitate. Not wanting to press, Jake had made her fall apart with his fingers and tongue before she returned the favor. 

When they broke apart, he lifted a hand and gently traced her face. He didn’t want to sleep. Didn’t want to waste one minute he had left with Cece. But her eyes were heavy with sleep when she forced them open, jaw clenching with the effort not to yawn. Running his thumb along her lower lip, Jake chuckled when she caught the digit between her teeth, tongue lightly caressing the pad of his finger. “Keep that up, and I’m not gonna let you sleep tonight,” he cautioned, cock stirring against his thigh. 

“Don’t wanna sleep,” she mumbled, turning her head at the last minute to yawn and pressing the back of her hand to her mouth. “‘M not even tired.” 

Shaking his head, Jake settled on his back next to her. “C’mere,” he rasped. Wordlessly, she curled into him, head resting on his chest as he stroked her back. “Sleep, sweetheart.” Her fingers twined in his chest hair, breath warm on his skin. 

“Night, Farm Boy,” she whispered. 

“G’night, Cupcake. I love you.” He felt her smile and let his eyes drift closed when her breathing steadied. 

Safe and comfortable in one another’s arms, neither reached for their phone. They didn’t see the notification of a new video being uploaded or the red bubble showing new interactions pop up on Cece’s TikTok. 

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Author's Note: This chapter was so much fun to write, getting to see what Jake and Cece are like when they're not trying to keep themselves separated. And getting to see how the Seresins interact - those men are softies for the women in their lives. But we're not out of the woods with the drama...

Anyway, thank you for your patience as I pushed through writer's block, and especially to @mamachasesmayhem for letting me scream in your inbox!

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#top gun fic #top gun maverick #jake seresin #Hangman top gun #soft!Jake Seresin #hangman fic #jake hangman seresin #jake seresin x oc #hangman x oc #'tis the damn season fic

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Poly! Judgement Day taking care of pregnant reader headcanons including that tiktok thing about lifting her belly?

Aaah!

Easing pain

Pairing: The Judgement Day x Fem reader

Description: Your partners help ease your pain from your pregnancy when it begins to be too much

You groan in pain as you lay on the couch feeling your pregnancy begin to take a toll. The five of you were ecstatic when you found out you were pregnant, you loved being pregnant carrying a new life inside you the first trimester went smoothly but now that you were six months along the pain began to kick in and did it kick in strong to the point you would cry whenever you would move too fast or stay still in the same spot for a long time so your partners started doing different things to help with the pain, Finn would immediately have heating packs on hand for your back and hips always making sure it's the right temperature before you lay on it, Damian gently massages your hips when you sit down after walking sometimes rubbing lotion in your stretch marks, Rhea rubs her knuckles and thumbs in your back and shoulders to get rid of the knots and gently rubs her fingertips in your hips to ease the tension, and Dom would run you warm baths that ease the pain and make you melt like butter helping you sleep better. One day dom saw a video on Tik Tok of a man gently lifting his wife's belly to help her with the pain of her pregnancy, he immediately went downstairs after watching it smiling when he sees you standing up to grab a drink but stopping in pain as everyone keeps an eye on you "I got you I know what will help you" he stands behind you putting his hands on the sides under your belly slowly moving up making you groan in relief and lean against him making the others look at the two of you "Dom what are you doing to her?" you shake your head stopping rhea as you smile while laying your head on dom's shoulder "God this is the most relaxed I have felt in so long" you point to dom's hands making them all look to see what his hands were doing as he slowly moves your belly back kissing your temple "Thanks baby I feel better" dom shows them the video and later that night the pain came back but quickly goes away when your belly is lifted again this time by damian holding you as you sleep before gently laying you back down between him and dom. Every time you were in pain for the rest of your pregnancy one of them was always behind you with their hands gently and slowly lifting your belly and holding it for you to have some relief for awhile before putting your belly back down and kissing you with a hug even doing it while laying down which leads to you asleep on one of them mostly dom who never minded to help you at any point like everyone else did.

#wwe #the judgement day x reader #wwe x reader #the judgement day

[lovingseventeen]

Heyyy! If you’re open for requests, I saw this tiktok where a pregnant lady had her husband lift her heavy belly for a few minutes and it gave her some relief. I somehow could see Mingyu do that. His wife having a hard time getting used to her growth and him trying his best to help her 🫠🫠🫠

mingyu helping out his pregnant s/o

a/n: HI I LOVE THIS ,, he really would be so sweet as a dad though :’)

several months into your pregnancy, you really began to feel the changes in your body. one of the more obvious changes being your belly growing rounder and heavier.

mingyu adored your belly knowing that your baby was healthy and ready to meet the both of you in enough time. he couldn’t walk past you without a hand coming to hold your tummy to give you and the baby a little rub. or a lot of the time, he liked to have you seated between his legs on the couch so he could absentmindedly rub your belly.

he was also incredibly thankful for you. as much as he knows that the both of you contributed to conceiving your baby, he knew that you were doing the true heavy lifting: the dietary restrictions, the physical changes to your body, carrying your baby for nine months, and of course giving birth. so he wanted to make things easier for you whenever he could.

he noticed how sometimes your steps around the house got slower. or maybe one of your hands was coming up to the small of your back to support yourself while you brewed yourself some tea. he knew you were starting to feel the toll of pregnancy (it couldn’t all be swell).

“babe?” he asks, walking over to you, “you okay? his fingers make their way to your shoulders to give you a little massage too.

you placed a hand over one of his. “yeah, baby’s just getting so big that my back isn’t used to supporting this kind of weight up front.”

his hands instinctively move to caress your belly as he hums. then he remembers.

“i saw this video online, do you want me to try lifting your belly for a couple moments?”

“what do you mean?” you ask, neck turning to look at him.

“here, let me show you,” he explains, hands gently coming to the underside of your belly. “i think the guy in the video just gently lifted from here, do you want me to try it?”

“oh okay, sure” you agree, hoping for any kind of relief at that point.

“okay, here i go” he tells you, quickly placing a kiss to your cheek. ever so controlled, he lifted your belly slowly. mingyu worked out regularly and this was a light weight for him, but he couldn’t imagine how your back felt feeling this weight all day. he smiled as he heard you sigh in relief.

as he was holding your belly he also kind of figured that this was a way for him to hold your baby before you even gave birth and this made him happy.

“you know i almost didn’t believe that this would actually do something” you laughed. for the first time in a while, you almost felt like your pre-pregnancy self.

“it’s helping?” he checked, causing you hum in response.

after a moment you knew that your tea would be done steeping so you told him, “you can put my belly down now, ‘gyu.”

“you sure?” he was more than ready to keep lifting for you.

“yeah, i’ll go sit down with my tea too.”

“okay,” he agreed, but not without telling you, “just remember, let me know whenever your back hurts, okay? i can always lift our baby so mommy can have some relief, yeah?” he’s gently easing your belly back to it’s original position too.

you turn to face him and place a hand on his cheek. “thank you ‘gyu,” you smiled, “i really will.”

#seventeen #svt #seventeen headcanons #seventeen imagines #svt hcs #kim mingyu #svt mingyu #seventeen mingyu #mingyu x reader #mingyu x you #mingyu x y/n #mingyu fluff #mingyu imagines #mingyu headcanons #mingyu hcs

[c0kitty]

𝐍𝐎𝐖 𝐏𝐋𝐀𝐘𝐈𝐍𝐆 ....  𝐅𝐀𝐒𝐇𝐈𝐎𝐍 𝐊𝐈𝐋𝐋𝐀 w/ rin itoshi x f!reader                « 0:00 ─〇───── 0:00 ⇄                             

summary: rin see’s your photoshoot cover, why did you have to be so pretty. (⛦) content: black coded. fluff. rin being jealous. rin being dramatic. rin is a pro soccer player and reader is a super-model. (⛦) w/c: 480+

rin itoshi had a little problem, one that he couldn’t hide his frown from, though he never could.

you guys were sitting comfortably in the living room, on his overly-large couch. it was bought for you after you stayed at his house once, and completely judged him after seeing his one chair and massive television setup. you watched your favorite show, commenting and arguing at the television, while your head rested on his lap.

rin one hand rested in your braids, massaging your scalp, as the other hand scrolled through his phone.

then, suddenly, he stops. the problem he had, arising on his phone. seeing as he was not gonna continue massaging your scalp a whine escapes your lips. "ay, masseur, go back to doing your job." you say, head titling to look up at him.

you watch his eyebrows furrow, turning his phone with a frown. “what is this?” 

your eyes squint at the phone, not really seeing much as the phone was so far. “what is what?”

he moves the screen closer and you look to find … someone tweeting how you looked so good, with an attachment of yourself from the photoshoot you a couple weeks ago. “it’s me … posing?” 

rin looks back at the phone, "yeah, obviously, but why do you look so good in this photo," he grumbles. you had worn a pink tiny bra, with a pink-matching miniskirt, paired with knee-high straps. 

the whole look was completed with a pink ruffle jacket that was oversized over your body. it didn't help his irrational jealousy with one of the photos, you were posed with your ass towards the camera, looking back with a pretty smile — with makeup that highlighted your beautiful features, he really couldn't look away from you.

“i hate that everyone gets to look at you.” you roll your eyes playfully. for someone so stoic, you thought he was so dramatic at times. “it was for a charity shoot, baby.” 

“what does you wearing a miniskirt and lookin’ like a complete goddess have to do with charity?” you laugh, was he really jealous. “the money from buyin’ the magazines goes to it, dumb dumb.” you watch as he in turn, rolls his eyes. 

“this is how i feel when i go onto tiktok n’ it’s people sayin’ how they want to lick your abs.” you sit up, moving close to him, and gently cupping his in your hands. “i’ll only love you and, only you anyways.” you say, with a peck to his lips.

with a squished face he looks at you. — atleast he got the real thing, nobody but him, got to leave breathless kisses to your lips, caress your thighs, and help you in your moments of insecurity; he’d saw and love all part of you.  

“you better, nobody could compete anyways.” in other words, i know and i love you too.

#rin itoshi x reader #rin itoshi x f!reader #rin itoshi x you #rin itoshi x y/n #rin itoshi fluff #rin itoshi x black reader #bllk x reader #bllk x you #bllk fluff #bllk reader #rin itoshi #i love rin

[princessbiteme0o0]

You Never Come Back From a Loss Like Him… (IDEK x reader-ish-)

MAJOR. SPOILERS. FOR MW3.

(A/N): It’s been since the preorder release day since I’ve played the campaign fully of MW3 and I’m still heartbroken over what happened with Soap. Ugly cried for 45 minutes, took out the disc and nearly snapped it in half at what shit, so have this sad, gut wrenching, heartbreaking example of how I think Price would’ve told Soap’s significant other if he had one… it’s short, I’m sorry, but god I’m so sad about this shit.

Summary: DO NOT read this if you haven’t played MW3 or don’t know how it ends. That’s all I can really say… But I’m upset, you’re upset. Everyone. Is. Fucking. Upset.

WARNINGS: S P O I L E R S, Major character death, I can’t do this anymore guys, if TikTok gives me another edit of Soap’s death I’m gonna fucking cry again. I didn’t realize I was still so upset about a fictional character dying. It’s just- idk bro. Too. Fucking. Much.

—💔—💔—

She knew something was wrong. She knew something had happened. It had been five days since she heard from him. Her heart rested heavy in her stomach as she constantly paced the living room waiting for his call. All day. All night. But she hadn’t heard a single whisper of a ring from the phone. The only thing she could hear was her heart thumping in her ears.

The first day everything was fine…

“I love you, Sweetie. I’ll call ye when I get back to base.” His Scottish accent rang through the phone making her smile to herself.

“I love you too babe… Please be careful; ya know me and little bean need you home safe.” Her voice softly begged him through the line, holding her round belly in her palm, gently massaging it in reassuring circles for both her mental stability and their baby’s.

“I’ll never let you down, Darlin’.” He chuckled through the line before hanging up.

The second day was also normal, but she was still bustling around the house to find things to do to distract herself. She one it was a dangerous mission and her nerves were amped up being in her finally trimester of pregnancy.

The third day was when she knew something was wrong. She bit on her nails and nearly tugged her hair out as she remembered back to the day they first met.

“What’s yer name, Lass?” Johnny asked, sliding into the bar stool beside hers. Turning to look at him, a small smirk on her lips as her eyes flashed up to his Mohawk. He grinned like a Cheshire Cat when he saw her eyes moving up to his hair. “Ya like my hair, hmm?”

“Mmh no.” She grinned back at him as he feigned hurt and she giggled at his little act. The second he heard her sweet little giggle, he knew he was fucked.

“Well that’s a wee bit hurtful, don’tcha think?” He placed a hand over his heart and she outright laughed, making him chuckle along with her.

“Maybe you’re right. Let me make it up to you and buy you a drink.” She says with a wink.

“Iddn’t that s’posed to be my line?” He asks with a hearty laugh and he doesn’t miss the wink that she gives him.

“Maybe if you’re old fashioned.”

The fourth day is when the tears came. She knew something was wrong; Johnny never went this long without some type of communication. He always wanted to give her peace of mind. Her stomach churned as she paced back and forth in front of the couch, tears of nervousness pricking at the corners of her eyes. She never wanted him to go on this mission; he wasn’t supposed to tell anyone what his missions were, but he always told her. Having said that, she knew this man was dangerous.

It was cresting into the fifth night when the doorbell rang. She nearly launched herself at the door in hopes that Johnny was there to surprise her. Swinging the door open, her eyes were met with John Price.

“No… No, no, no.” She muttered out, her vision becoming blurry and her mind going blank.

“I’m so sorry…” Price whispers out, making her choke out a sob. Falling to her knees, Price carefully grabs her and falls to his knees with her to insure her safety and prevention of any injury. The guilt had been eating him alive. Johnny saved his life; sacrificed himself for Price and that alone made coming to her to tell her the news even harder. She collapsed into his arms, sobbing into his chest.

“But, but he promised.” She choked out in between her cries and whimpers.

“I know, Sweetheart… I know.”

#soap mw2 #soap call of duty #john soap mactavish #john price #mw2 #mw3 #cod mw3 #johnny mactavish #john mactavish x you #john mactavish x reader #cod angst #I can’t do this shit anymore

[highwehyrat]

Creamed whip

Nsfw

Todoroki Shoto x G.N reader

Chill Saturdays with your significant other were your thing. The both of you lazing on the bed scrolling through social media with the occasional chuckle from a meme.

While scrolling through tiktok you came across a barista's page. On this specific tiktok they happened to be making a drink topped with whipped cream. Satisfied with the outcome you liked the tiktok and scrolled. Three videos after your for-you page was now filled with whipped cream deserts. Unsurprisingly the craving for whipped cream crept it's way into your mind.

You swiftly got up and entered the kitchen quickly grabbing the newly bought can of whipped cream. You indulged in a short pump of the fluffy sweetness before settling yourself back onto your shared bed. It wasn't long after where you saw a high quality picture of your significant other right after his last mission.

He undoubtedly looked amazing, edible even, as if crafted by Aphrodite herself. A blazing heat found itself gathering between your legs, you shifted slightly from the sitting position you were in in a feeble attempt to cool down. In the process you so happened to catch a glimpse of Shoto's sweatpants. The groin area of his grey sweatpants to be exact.

"What are you doing?" He asks slightly short of breath as he gazes down at you slowly pulling down his sweatpants. "Calm down, I just wanna try something is all. Do you trust me?". He lets out a small nod giving you the consent to carry on with your shenanigans.

You free his flaccid dick and place it in one hand, the fingers of one free hand migrate steadily to his balls. You gently massage them before bringing two fingers to his perineum and deeply massaging the erogenous zone.

A soft moan is emanated from the icy lips of the Hero beneath you. His pale skin quickly flashes a rosy pink. He switches off his phone and places it to the side. "Babe," he moans carelessly. You chuckle softly, knowing he hasn't even experienced the worst of it yet.

You drag a flat tongue from the base of his balls all the way to the tip of his cock making sure to slightly hook your tongue over his frenulum.

Aa-aahah baby

Precum dribbles down his cherry red tip down to the rest of his throbbing shaft, giving his prominent veins a shimmery glow to them. You take the first third of him into you mouth and let it sit there while your hands worked on the rest of the two thirds. Soon enough you felt him twitch in your mouth, you immediately stopped your ministrations to his cock and with a sharp pop took him out of your mouth.

You sat back to admire your good work. With his cock now fully mounted your mission could finally reach its climax.

"Doll please don't tease me like that, please baby finish me off, promise to get you anything you want afterwards, Bab-ahhh nngggg ah mfff!!"

You immediately cut off his whines by piping ice cold whipped cream over him. You made sure to tail the end of the cream at the tip of his cock.

His eyes rolled into his skull at the sight of you licking the cream off of him. You let out lewd moans of satisfaction which vibrated over his sensitised penis. A particular suck at the base led to his release all over the remaining cream.

The interaction of warm cum over the cold cream resulted in the cream melting and dripping down his shaft and onto his trim pubes like icecream down the cone. Without giving him the opportunity to collect himself you immediately set to work and begin lapping up the creamy cum.

The loud and lewd slurps encouraged Shoto's moans to grow into vocal groans, grunts and the occasional high pitched cracked squeal. After all the cream had been cleaned up from him, you took him in your mouth and sucked on him while you gently bobbed your head up and down.

In the occasion that he'd finally get the strength to bring his irises to the front of his face he'd be met by your lust filled gaze that'd steal the little strength he'd managed mustered.

His second and last arrival of the day was accompanied by breathy screams of your names, and the convulsing of his toned legs. Warm ropes of his pleasure shot into your mouth and dripped down the corner of your lips. You swallowed the amount you managed and let the rest drip back onto his overstimulated dick.

#bnha headcanons #bnha #bnha fanfiction #mha #mha headcanons #mha x y/n #shouto todoroki #shoto todoroki #suckin dick #ball sucking #whipped cream #i wanna do this some day #I've never had whipped cream but i feel like i wouldn't like it as much cause i don't like sugar. #shoto x reader

[wwewomenimagines]

I love your blog! 🌸✨

Can you do a scenario with rhea x liv x reader gets her wisdom teeth removed and they take care of the reader and she gets very clingy 💗💗

Wisdom Teeth Hijinks

"So, she's gonna be a little out of it because of the anesthesia but she is good to go home."

Rhea and Liv nodded as the doctor lead them to their girlfriend.

Y/N had been complaining about her mouth hurting and after going to the dentist and getting x-rays, it was determined that her wisdom teeth were the root of the problem.

After talking to the new CEO of WWE, (who also led her to the best oral surgeon money could pay for, and also covered the cost) Y/N got time off to get the procedure done.

Rhea and Liv also got the time off to stay with their girl and take care of her. After calming Y/N's nerves the night before, they brought her to the doctor reassuring her that everything would be fine.

The girls were led into the room where Y/N was waiting and smiled at the sight.

She had an ice pack wrapped around her face and her cheeks were swollen like a chipmunk. She looked up and saw her girlfriends and her face lit up like Christmas.

“I died and went to heaven. There’s angels here!” Y/N “whispered” to the nurse currently helping her. In reality, she was just talking a little louder than usual.

Liv giggled at her girlfriend’s loopiness. She walked over to the girl and kissed her forehead. “Nope, not angels. Just your girlfriends here.”

Y/N’s eyes went wide. “You guys are my girlfriends? I have TWO?” Rhea nodded and went to help her stand. “Yup. And your two girlfriends are here to help you get better!” Y/N gasped. “I might pass out.”

After getting the currently drugged ups girl out of the oral surgeons office, they were finally home. Y/N was currently laying on Liv’s lap as she gently massaged her cheeks.

The pain meds the doctor had given her had worn off and now the pain was hitting her 10 times as hard.

“I know it hurts baby. Rhea went to get your prescription. She’s gonna be back soon.” Y/N grumbled. “I should’ve listened to that TikTok about drinking pineapple juice beforehand.”

Liv laughed. “You can’t keep getting your medical advice from TikTok babe.” At that moment, the front door opened, revealing Rhea holding bags on both of her arms.

The two on the couch looked up in surprise. “Babe, I thought you were only getting her the medicine?”

Rhea blushed. “Yeah but I saw some stuff that Y/N might’ve wanted so I splurged.”

Y/N smiled at the Australian. “Babe, I appreciate the sentiment but I can’t eat solid foods until I don’t look like a chipmunk.”

Rhea stopped her. “It’s not solid foods! It’s stuff to make broth and mashed potatoes and soft things!” Y/N internally “awwed” at how soft her beefy girlfriend was being.

Liv sat Y/N up and stood. “Well, let me go make you some broth and potatoes. Rhea, keep our girl company please?” Rhea hopped at the opportunity.

“Of course!”

After the broth was made and potatoes were eaten, Y/N took her pain meds and her antibiotics before the two girls tucked her into bed, settling next to her.

Liv put on “Monsters Inc.” as the two snuggles up to their chipmunk of a girlfriend as she was swept into dreamland.

It was going to be a tough week, but Y/N was glad she had Liv and Rhea to take care of her.

#liv morgan x rhea ripley x reader #liv morgan x reader #rhea ripley x reader #wwe imagine