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pullupinarari · 7 months ago

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Hands on my neck [LH]

author's note: i'm sorry if this is shit, i'm having so much doubts about this one 🥴 anyway, hope y'all enjoy this! mwah

warnings: MINORS, DON'T INTERACT‼ dom Lewis, slightly aggressive, sir kink, major pain kink, a whole lot of choking with no mercy at all, a bit of size kink, creampie, unprotected sex, oral sex (m receiving), some praising and dirty talk. Let me know if I'm missing something!

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wc: 5603 - English is not my first language! Feedback is always appreciated

Singapore, here you are again. It’s another weekend of supporting your husband in one of his races, something that you love to do.

Lewis had to leave your shared hotel room earlier to go to a meeting with his team, so you had more time to get ready. The heat and the humidity in the air made you choose a simple dress to wear for today, you think you look cute in it - it hugs your figure perfectly and will help you deal with the warmth creeping through your body already.

Your husband was still stuck in the meeting while you were wandering around the track, enjoying the silence that lingers in the space now, knowing how chaotic things will be tomorrow when practice starts. Your eyes focus in every little detail as you walk along every garage, greeting some people that you know already, waiting for time to pass by so you can meet Lewis again.

You’re almost going back to the Mercedes’ garages, when someone from Red Bull’s team comes to talk to you. You don’t really know the man in front of you, but you don’t want to be rude, especially since he is just talking to you about the race and the teams, nothing else.

After talking for a few minutes, he lets you know that his name is Josh, he’s a bit younger than you and he has been working for Red Bull for only a few months now. “I’ve seen you around a couple of times already” - he notes, shooting a smile in your direction. “It’s impossible not to notice your presence, but it’s always very pleasant to see you here” - the boy adds.

You chuckle at his innocence, letting him know why he will continue to see you around - explaining your relationship with Lewis. The boy acts goofy, and manages to steal some laughs from you, making it seem like time is flying now.

Lewis is finally free from his meeting, already feeling annoyed and tired, done with dealing with problems for today. The only thing he wants now is to see you, to go back to your shared hotel room and to have a calm dinner, followed by a chill night by your side so he can forget about work for a couple of hours.

The man sighs once he steps outside, pulling his braids out of his face as he strolls around the paddock, looking for you. He is about to dial your number, when he hears your laugh echoing through the garages. His feet follow the sound and his eyebrows furrow once you come into sight - not just you, but also your new friend, who you seem to find very funny.

Lewis is not in the mood for this, he really isn’t. He just wanted to get some rest, he wanted to cuddle you until you would both fall asleep, but the view in front of him is making his blood boil already. The stupid boy keeps touching you, his hand caressing your arm, your shoulder, and the fact that you are wearing a tight dress that shows all your curves, on full display for him, doesn’t sit right with Lewis, feeling the possessiveness emanating from his body now.

“There you are” - your husband says as he reaches you. “I’ve been looking for you everywhere” - his voice shows no emotion at all, but your body notices the way he immediately wraps his arm around you, his grip tightening around your waist, while he looks you deep in the eyes.

“Oh, I was walking around and when I was going back to your garage, Josh interrupted my walk and came to talk to me” - you say, letting a giggle loose out of your mouth, feeling how tense the environment around you got as soon as Lewis showed up.

Josh stretches out his hand to greet the driver, but Lewis just side-eyes him for a second, before looking at you again. “I’m glad you had fun, but it’s time for us to go” - he says, irony lacing his voice while he keeps a stern tone.

You glance at your husband, knowing damn well what he’s doing now. You try to say goodbye to the boy that spoke with you for almost an hour, but Lewis just starts walking away, his grip on you never loosening.

“Why do you always have to act like this?” - you ask with annoyance, genuinely just trying to reason with him.

“Shut up, I’m already pissed enough” - that’s all he says through gritted teeth, before both of you get in the car, heading back to the hotel.

Silence fills the car, except for two or three times when Lewis made small talk with the driver - but never acknowledged you. He is lying back in his seat, with his left elbow resting in the window sill, his knuckles covering his mouth - trying to hide the anger splattered on his face.

You try to get closer to him, but his right arm is resting between his legs, while his fingers tap on the seat impatiently. He doesn’t even look at you, afraid that he might lose it right here if his eyes land on your body, if his skin touches yours. He can’t wait to get to the hotel, so he can get rid of all the frustration flowing through his body now.

Once you’re back in your room, Lewis closes the door behind him, his eyes darkening immediately as your gazes meet one another. He walks to you, hands starting to roam your body as you feel magnetized to him, drawing him impossibly close to you, making it impossible for him to resist you.

Your mouth searches for his, devouring each other just as both of you were desperate to. Your arms snake around his neck, one of your hands gently securing itself to the back of his head, lightly pulling on his braids as he bites down your bottom lip, making you hiss.

“You’re a fucking menace, you know that?” - he says through gritted teeth, his fingers tightening their grip on your hips, traveling down to your ass, where he lands a hard slap.

“Thinking you can get away with flirting with dumb boys in front of me? Huh?” - he says in a raspy tone, his body guiding yours until the back of your knees hits the bed. His mouth is glued to your neck, marking his territory right away as he sucks on your sweet spot while his body towers over yours, lying you down on the mattress.

Feeling his mouth on your burning skin is enough to make you whimper, silently begging him to touch you, to give you more as your fingers roam his back, his chest, everywhere you can get your hands on.

“Stop acting dumb, baby girl. You fucking pissed me off, letting that stupid kid get close to you, making you laugh like he’s sooo funny” - he stops kissing your body as he gets up.

Lewis quickly pulls his shirt off his body, and your eyes can’t help but wander through his skin, and he notices how you bite your lip as he caresses his growing bulge.

His facial expression is serious and stern, almost as if you could see smoke coming out of his nostrils. He grabs your ankles, pulling your body to the edge of the bed like it’s nothing.

You remain silent, analyzing the best way to play this game with him.

“Wearing this fucking dress that suits you so fucking well, fuck-” - he is the one biting his own lip now as he unveils one of your boobs harshly, messing with the fabric of your dress until his hands are on your thighs, on their way to pull down your underwear.

You know he is going to make you moan and whimper for him the entire night, but you are not going to give in so easily. With a devilish smirk playing on your lips, you finally speak up.

“You know, I was actually really enjoying talking to him” - you say slowly, declaring every word while you look Lewis dead in the eyes.

In a second, his hand is wrapping around your neck, while his face is just centimeters away from yours. “Oh, is that right?” - he asks you, a playful tone leaving his mouth as he watches your reaction very attentively.

You nod, challenging him. “Josh is actually a cutie. At least he gave me company while you were away” - you touch the wound: the fact that he is away so much, the fact that you spend way too much time alone, missing him, having to take care of yourself alone, touching yourself to nothing when he’s on the other side of the globe.

The grip on your neck tightens, but you’re not afraid. If he wants to play this game, he will have to tame you until you’re writhing under him, losing your senses, on the verge of passing out from all the pleasure he endures on you - and Lewis knows it.

“Are you sure that you wanna go there?” - he asks and you shrug, acting like you don’t even care, as if having sex with him was really not that special. And the way you act so careless, as if he is insignificant, makes him even more angry.

Lewis grabs your panties and throws your body back into the middle of the bed, positioning you as he pleases, like you are made of rags and stitches. Soon, your hands are being held above your head, while Lewis is using your own set of panties to tie them to the bed headboard.

“I gave you a chance to back down, baby girl. You want to act stupid, like your new cute friend? I’ll make you go dumb until you don’t even remember your own name” - you know this is more than a threat, you know he will make you forget about Josh, your attitude, and even who you are.

Lewis gets up from the bed once again, taking his pants off now before walking to the door, locking it and throwing the key in a corner somewhere.

“You have no idea what you’ve just woken up, good luck escaping me now, baby girl” - he ironically says before meeting your body again.

He towers over you, biting your earlobe and the path down your neck while his fingers carefully start touching your pussy, smirking to himself as he feels how turned on you are by now.

“You’re so wet already and I haven’t even touched you. Are you that needy for me?” - his ego inflates while he continues to collect your wetness in his middle finger, using it to caress your pussy lips.

You try your hardest to suppress a moan, wanting to push him to the edge. “I was actually thinking that maybe Josh could join us, one day” - you give him a wink, seeing how infuriated he looks now. His hand leaves your cunt immediately, and his left one wraps around your neck again.

“Shut the fuck up. I am not dealing with your bullshit anymore tonight. You want to be a brat? I’ll treat you like one” - he argues back, choking you harder now, while his right hand flies to land a slap on your warm pussy, making you yelp in response.

You and Lewis know each other like the back of your hands. He knows you enjoy this too much - the choking, the slaps, the pain. So, he knows it doesn’t feel like a punishment to you, but he still does it, so he can see the reactions that your body shows, the ones you can’t control and that drive him wild. The way your skin turns red, how your breathing gets shallow, how you can’t keep the moans from leaving your lips, even if you try.

You daydream about having him all to yourself, about misbehaving so he can get a little bit more rough with you, taming you the way you like. The feeling of choking under his touch, squirming while he pushes himself inside of you, the way he slaps your skin until it’s painted red, making you scream out in pleasure.

One, two, three, four, five slaps land on your pussy, and that’s the only sound that’s audible in the room, while you and Lewis are looking each other dead in the eyes, fighting a silent battle, the intensity between you two can be felt in the air.

The sting between your legs is unbearable now, feeling like your pussy is on fire from all the slapping, feeling it throbbing and hurting as Lewis’ action comes to a stop.

“I really wasn’t going to do all this, princess. But you’re such a fucking brat” - he tells you as if he feels sorry for what he’s about to do to you.

His fingers enter you without a warning, working on your pussy fast and hard, stretching you out, getting you ready for him. Lewis gets on his knees, so his hand can work from a different angle, making you groan and bite your lip as the tip of his fingers reach your g-spot.

You try your best to hold your moans, not wanting to give into him, standing your ground with your stubborn attitude. But now, the new position makes him lean his entire weight on his other hand, that’s still tightly wrapped around your neck, feeling how it’s getting hard to breathe, how you will absolutely have lots of marks to hide tomorrow morning.

You open your legs wider for him, and he gets the hint. The thing is, you woke the most dominant side of Lewis, and he isn’t stopping now, nor anytime soon.

Lewis can’t deny that having you splattered in front of him, acting so submissive just for his eyes, drives him insane as well. He is the only one that can get the best out of you, knowing how to work your body, how to maximize your pleasure until you’re seeing stars. And you will always be his, he is the only one that can see you like this - fragile, vulnerable, hot and wet, actually dripping at the sight of him, your husband.

He removes his fingers from inside of you, feeling how drenched they are with your juices now, leaving you empty - and you can’t help but whine a little bit, so he can see how needy you are for him.

“You should have thought about that before” - he whispers in your ear, as he harshly turns your body around, so you’re lying in your stomach now.

“Ass in the air” - is all he says before you’re complying with his orders.

“Yes, Sir” - you reply, looking at him from the corner of your eye, giving him a sly smile. You know the fun is about to start.

Lewis just chuckles at your state. “You’re ridiculous” - he notes, as he takes off his own underwear now. His dick is painfully hard, and he hisses as he touches himself for a few moments.

You can’t see much from this position, but you don’t need to. You know his body by heart, you know damn well what type of sight you would have if you could see him in his plenitude right now. And the thought of it still makes you salivate, ready to take all of it.

“Wreck me, Sir. I deserve it” - you beg, your voice sounding as soft as satin, while you stretch your back so you can perk up your ass a little more for him.

Your words, mixed with the way his hand is traveling through his hard shaft are enough to make him see stars now, so he enters you without a warning. He sees how you immediately bury your head on the pillow, groaning and gasping at the way his size stretches you out.

He doesn’t give you any time to adjust, as he starts thrusting deep into you, picking up his pace quickly so he can actually punish you now.

Your screams are muffled by the pillow as Lewis’ hand slaps your ass while his dick roams inside of you. “You’ve gone really quiet now, what’s wrong baby? You don’t think Josh could fuck you like this, do you?” - he cockily tells you now, as he licks a stripe along your spine, until his mouth reaches your neck.

He plants some open mouth kisses to your back, his teeth grazing your skin as you moan loud, feeling him so incredibly deep inside of you due to the way his body is positioned.

He doesn’t slow down, and the way he rails your clamping cunt, makes the most filthy sounds echo in the room.

“Sir, please- please, I can’t take it all at once, I-” - you stutter, your mind struggling to create a phrase that makes sense now. “You’re too big” - you whine, hoping Lewis will have some mercy and slow down his pace.

But he doesn’t. “You can always use your safeword if you need it, baby. Or, you can be a good girl and take it like you deserve it” - he replies, way too drunk off your body, the moment, the atmosphere around you two suffocating him now, the same way his dick feels strangled inside your tight cunt.

You choose not to use the safe word, using all the strength left inside of your body to take it, to allow him to destroy you just like you asked. Your hands are gripping the hem of the sheets now, almost ripping the panties apart so you can free yourself at this point.

Lewis is drowning himself in your juices, loving how incredibly wet you are for him - the control he has over you drives him insane. He could break you and you would still thank him for it. His hand wraps around your hair, pulling your head up.

“Look at me, Y/N. Look at how well you’re taking me, all of me” - he bites his lip as your eyes meet, hearing your moans sounding like he just went straight to heaven.

“You know why, baby?” - he gently caresses your hair, before pushing you back on the mattress, grabbing your neck from behind and forcing you to muffle your screams with a pillow again.

“Because you belong to me, your husband” - he emphasizes the words, as his hands hold you even tighter now, marking his fingertips on your hips.

Your makeup is all smudged by now, some tears escaping from your eyes as pleasure and pain meet, feeling incredibly worn out by the way he keeps drilling inside of you, like his life depends on it.

Lewis is close, so close. He can feel it, and he brings you closer and closer, until your bodies are almost becoming one. He doesn’t think he has ever grabbed you this hard, he doesn’t remember a time where he was so desperate to chase his orgasm, not caring about you cumming first. You don’t deserve it, he should leave you stuttering and begging, actually acting dumb because you’re so desperate for a release.

The feeling is too much to bear, and he’s almost there. One of his hands leaves your hip to travel until your boob, smacking it before pinching your nipple, getting off of inflicting pain on your body tonight. You contort and scream out of pleasure, loving the pain and the way it heightens the pleasure you feel.

You too are desperate to cum, to finally feel the bubble in your stomach burst, and there’s nothing you want more than Lewis’ hand to reach your clit, to stroke it and to make you convulse under his touch.

But he hits his high first - just like he wanted, pulling your hips closer to him as he moans loud, emptying himself inside of you while he is holding you in place, so your pussy can milk it all off his cock.

His hand goes to his hair while he takes deep breaths to help and calm down his state. After a second, his dick finally gets out of your cunt, loving the sight of his cum dripping out of you.

You whine from the emptiness you feel now, and from feeling so horny, so desperate to have your own orgasm now.

Your sounds don’t go unnoticed, and Lewis uses the tip of his - still hard, dick to collect the bits of his seed that are leaving your hole.

“I know baby, I know” - he coos, feeling much softer now that he finally got his own release.

He uses his tip to spread his cum all over your pussy lips, applying some pressure on your clit on purpose.

“I’m sorry for being so rough”, he continues his actions, like he is using the tip of his cock to paint your body. “But you know you were begging for it” - he smirks to himself while you moan at the way his cock massages your cunt now.

“You were so good, though, baby girl. You took me so well, like you always do. But I’m especially proud of you tonight” - you could almost cum on the spot from the way he’s praising you, mixed with the way his dick is still caressing your clit nonstop.

You get lost in the feeling, focusing on every little thing that he gives you, hoping that you can have your own release by now.

“I think you may even deserve an award for tonight” - he says, while his dick leaves your pussy, but his hands travel through your back, caressing your skin gently, removing the hair from your face while you watch him from the corner of your eye. His finger gently wipes the remains of makeup that are stuck below your eye, touching your cheek fondly - earning a smile from you.

“You will always be my good girl, won’t you?” - he questions, you nod your head immediately.

“I will, Sir” - Lewis kisses your shoulder before returning to his position.

His stamina is crazy, he could fuck you all night, in all positions, rail you like you seriously deserve to be punished. But now, he just wants to focus on you. His dick slips inside of you once more easily - he goes slower now, and you moan quietly at the feeling of being full of him again.

He pushes his cum that was still lingering inside of you, threatening to spill out, back inside - fucking his juice inside of you, but taking his time with it now.

Lewis starts thrusting at a steady pace - the way he knows you love being fucked, and your moans grow louder. Your wrists are already marked from pulling on the fabric of your panties so hard, and you just wish that Lewis would free you, so you could touch him, feel him, hold on to him while he fucks you the way you like.

It’s like he can hear your thoughts: he doesn’t free your wrists, but he turns your body around so you're lying on your back now, facing him while he hugs your figure, filling you up again and hitting your sweet spot with every movement he makes. His face hides on the crook of your neck, licking and biting your sensitive spots, adding new sensations to your pleasure.

“Sir, please-” - you moan, pulling on the fucking panties again, wishing the fabric would just rip apart now. “You fuck me so good, Sir” - your words fuel his mind and body, it’s like electricity running through his veins.

“You have no idea how good you feel wrapping around my dick like this, darlin. You look like a fucking goddess when your body is at my mercy, when I get to feel how warm and wet you are on the inside, just for me, you’re all mine. And you’re so good at being mine, gorgeous” - he kisses your lips, your tongues start a fight as his hand lifts your leg so he can reach where you need him the most.

He keeps burying himself inside of you, loving the way you moan and groan into his mouth while his tongue explores yours. But he knows you’re anxious and worked up - you’re craving more, you need more. So his hand snakes in between your bodies until it reaches your clit, finally taking care of you and helping you chase your orgasm.

You are sure that you won’t last much more now that his fingers are drawing figures on your pearl - the feeling of it, mixed with the pleasure of being stuffed with your husband’s dick is making you see stars already, letting uncontrollable moans and erotic sounds leave your mouth while Lewis kisses every inch of skin that he can find, watching how your eyes roll back in pleasure.

“You need me here, don’t you baby? You love it when I hit this spot, right?” - he says in a teasing manner, slowing down his thrusts each time he reaches your g-spot, maximizing your pleasure. You can only moan and nod your head in response, almost on the verge of tears as you beg your body to reach your climax now.

And when his fingers pick up their pace, alongside his movements inside of your cunt, you finally feel the bubble starting to form on your stomach - a feeling that you were eager to meet again.

Your breathing grows erratic as you feel your body getting ready to hit your orgasm.

“You got this baby, you can let go. Just breathe, I know my girl got this, you’re almost there, baby girl” - Lewis encourages you, but he can’t help but mess with you a little bit more.

His fingers start slowing down, almost threatening to stop. You grow nervous, begging him not to stop, you need this so much, you need to cum, he can’t take it away from you again.

But this isn’t new to you. When he has you exactly where he wants, he makes you go dumb on his cock, feeling like you’re on top of the world, but not feeling free until he allows you to hit your orgasm. The hesitation of that moment in your chest makes you realize that you will never find peace as long as he is not making you cum around him.

“Say that you’re mine, my love. Come on, say it. Say that you’re mine and I’ll make you cum” - he sounds like the devil in your ear now, your eyes are closed so you can’t even see the smirk playing on his lips now, while he is still thrusting deep inside of your pulsing cunt.

In the same second, you look at him, nodding your head. “I’m all yours, Sir. Please, I’m yours, forever. Please, Sir” - you beg, but it doesn’t do it for him.

“Cut the ‘Sir’. I’m Lewis, your husband” - he looks you in the eyes before he drags his lips along your features, biting your ear lobe gently as he unties your wrists.

“I’m all yours, Lewis. Baby, I belong to you and only you” - you confess, and your mind goes blank as you feel Lewis’ fingers bullying your clit now, picking up the pace of his thrusts as well so you can reach your high.

“Good girl” - he whispers in your ear before he feels your pussy constricting around his cock, signaling that you are about to cum.

“Let go, baby girl. I’m right here, cum for me” - he encourages you and you let out the most erotic moan that your body can create when you finally feel the bubble in your stomach bursting. You hold yourself to Lewis as he helps you ride out your high, your nails digging into the skin of his bicep whilst he is slowing down his thrusts, kissing your features lovingly at the same time.

“I love you so much” - he says as he admires your features. The sweat on your face, the ruined makeup still makes you look as ethereal as you always do in his eyes, loving to see the way you look after a good night of sex with him.

“I love you more” - you reply, kissing his lips in a promise of love while he removes his dick from inside of you, and you can’t help but notice that he is still hard, he hasn’t cum again.

“You didn’t-” - he knows. And he doesn’t want you to feel guilty about it.

“It’s fine, my love. Don’t worry about it. You were the priority now” - he kisses your temple, as he gets ready to lay by your side.

But you want to help him, you want to make him feel good, so you look at him while you are getting up from your spot on the bed. You move to the edge of his side of the bed, gently pulling him by the hand so he can sit up. He knows what you want, you don’t have to voice it - and he also knows that there’s no point in trying to talk you out of it.

He sighs quietly before sitting on the edge of the bed, watching how you quickly get on your knees for him. But before you can get to action, he stops you with a hand on your cheek.

“You know you don’t have to do this, baby” - he reminds you with a soft voice.

“I want to” - you are determined, and so you notice how he gently throws his head back at the feeling of your hand wrapping around his dick, gently tightening your grip on it.

Both of you are tired at this point, you don’t want to tease him, you don’t want to wear him out even more. So you just let a string of spit drop from your mouth until it reaches the tip of his cock, making Lewis hiss at the feeling.

Your hand keeps stroking his length gently as you lick a stripe along it, until your lips reach for his swollen tip. Your tongue playfully swipes across it, making Lewis huff and groan quietly - you know he’s impatient and desperate to cum.

After a few seconds, you take him in your mouth, looking up at him, watching how Lewis moans lowly, his hand immediately reaching for your head, encouraging you to take more of his dick as you start bobbing your head up and down at a steady pace.

His cock is drenched in your saliva as you try to reach more and more of his length with each movement you make, and the sounds erupting from his lips are like music to your ears.

“Fuck, I’m not going to last long, baby. I need you so much, fuck, taking all of my cock in your mouth like the good girl that you are” - his eyes are closed, his head is thrown back as he focuses on the sensations that your mouth provides him, while you suck on his dick like you were starved for it.

Your hand reaches to play with his balls, massaging them, while your mouth never stops devouring his member - making Lewis moan louder now, and you notice how his muscles are starting to tense, how his breathing is getting shallow.

“Don’t stop now, baby, please- please, I’m almost there” - he begs you as his hand holds your head in place now, as he thrusts up to meet your movements, trying his hardest to hit his climax.

He face fucks you while your hand is still massaging his balls, grabbing them firmly, making him choke on his breathing. The sight is truly beautiful, looking straight out of a porn movie, the scene that would make all the girls wet. And how lucky you are that he is yours, all yours.

After a few moments, Lewis finally breathes out as he releases inside your mouth, grunting at the feeling of your lips sucking him dry. He ends up sighing contently as he feels his body relaxing. He finally looks down at you, giving you a grin, his thumb caressing your cheek before wiping a drop of his milk that’s dripping down your chin.

You two kiss as soon as you lay beside Lewis, him wrapping his arms around you now. The kiss is heated, passionate, your tongues battling for dominance once again.

“I taste good on you” - he tells you, before starting another lazy makeout session.

You giggle like a teen, covering your bodies with the sheets now - feeling self aware after everything you two just did.

Lewis looks at you with a smile, but his mind drifts off to the things you said earlier.

“Don’t you dare talk about bringing other people to our bed ever again” - he lets you know, while holding you closer to him possessively.

“I was just kidding, you dork” - you laugh at his serious facial expression.

“Yeah, yeah. Be a brat again and next time it will be worse” - your husband warns you, even though he is very well aware of how badly you like it when it gets rough, when he gets dominant and possessive, when pain and pleasure meet.

It’s the best secret you two keep, even with all the marks you leave on each other’s bodies after every wild night like this one. And you are hooked on him, to the point where you wouldn’t even mind wasting your whole life to have more moments with his dominant side.

You could never explain with words how much you enjoy messing with him, since it always ends with nights filled with mind numbing sex - but you know that Lewis gets it, because these are his favorite kind of nights, as well.

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Scrap: What's Mine

Get You: Teaser #2 Mina X Male Reader | 1800 words Non-Smut scene. (Full Piece will contain smut)

My first Scrap! These are gonna be deleted scenes and cut content from my full pieces that I couldn't just trash. This one's from my upcoming Get You trilogy, but I had to cut it cuz it didn't fit the overall vibe and themes. Reworked it to stand alone cuz I liked it too much to let go. No smut this time, just a restaurant scene I'm kinda obsessed with. So treating like a teaser :) Hope y'all like it.

P.S I LOVE MINA.

"Don't move."

Mina freezes, suspended in place right in front of you. One eyebrow arches upward—that perfect, devastating arch that does something catastrophic to your internal organs. The restaurant's string lights catch in her silky black hair, leaving a light shine.

"What?" Her voice carries the practiced dryness of someone who's perfected the art of sounding bored. But her eyes—God, her eyes betray her. There's that millisecond of softness, the kind she reserves exclusively for moments when she finds your absurdity secretly charming.

"You look so good right now. Just—" You swallow, suddenly aware of how the request sounds. "Stay still for a second."

You fumble for your phone with the grace of someone trying to catch a fish barehanded. Almost send your water glass toppling.

Perfect. Very smooth. Extremely cool.

She doesn't pose. Mina would rather walk naked through traffic than pose for a photo. Instead, she glances sideways as if mentally calculating the distance to every exit (a habit you find worrying on Tuesdays and endearing on Fridays). The almost imperceptible downturn of her chin. The way her hair falls in a perfect curtain against her jaw. That impossibly delicate flower pendant resting against her collarbones like it's found its home.

Click.

"Did you get what you needed?" she asks, turning back to you.

What you needed. Not what you wanted. The distinction feels important, like all Mina's careful word choices. She slices through pretense with surgical precision. Like she's been secretly training as a verbal assassin all this time instead of just perfecting the world's most symmetrical winged eyeliner.

"Perfect," you say, stealing another glance at the image before tucking your phone away. "You're perfect."

Her eyes roll skyward, but there it is—that micro-smile. Just the right corner of her mouth lifting approximately half a millimeter. To the untrained observer: nothing. To you: fireworks, symphonies, religious experiences.

She reaches across the table, adjusts your collar with the measured precision of someone diffusing a bomb. Her fingertips brush against your neck, and your pulse immediately surrenders all your secrets. A year into this thing between you, and still your body can't play it cool.

"You look tired," she says, withdrawing her hand but somehow leaving warmth behind, like a ghost print.

You suddenly realize the fatigue that's been hanging on you like wet clothing. You hadn't mentioned the late studio session—wouldn't have mentioned it—but of course she noticed. Mina notices everything. If the world ended tomorrow, she'd be the one reminding everyone to pack sunscreen and charge their phones.

"You push yourself too hard." Not an accusation. A statement of fact, delivered with the calm certainty of someone reading from a teleprompter.

But before you can mount a defense, the first course arrives—sashimi arranged so artfully it belongs behind velvet ropes, not about to be devoured by your unworthy mouth.

Mina studies the spread with the concentration of an art restorer (another career she could excel at without trying). Then, instead of serving herself, she selects a piece of toro with marbling so perfect it should have its own Instagram—the fish equivalent of winning a cosmic lottery—and places it on your plate.

"Eat."

Just one word. But somehow it sounds like a poem.

You obey because your body responds to her directives before your brain can form an argument. And also because you're starving. The toro melts against your tongue, and you make a sound that would embarrass you if you weren't too busy having a religious experience with fish.

"Good?"

She already knows the answer—can read it in your face—but she asks anyway, watching you with that focused attention usually reserved for neurosurgery and videos of baby animals falling asleep.

"It's like eating butter made from ocean dreams," you say, which makes absolutely no sense, but your brain short-circuits when exposed simultaneously to incredible food and Mina's undivided attention.

Amusement flickers across her face. "Eloquent as always."

"You know words aren't my strong suit."

"That's not true at all." Her voice shifts, suddenly serious. "The words in your music speak volumes."

The compliment lands directly in your chest cavity. People praise your lyrics all the time, but when Mina does it—when she's actually listened and found something worthy—it's different. Like praise from God, if God were a five-foot-four Japanese-American woman with impeccable taste in outerwear.

You stare at your plate, suddenly shy.

"Different parts of the brain," you mumble, having absolutely no idea if that's true.

She doesn't press the point, just nudges your tea closer with one perfect fingertip. "Drink. It's the perfect temperature now."

You sip. And of course, she's right. Not scalding, not tepid—exactly right, as if she's been monitoring it with scientific precision while you talked. Knowing Mina, she probably has been.

This is how she says "I love you"—not with actual words (God forbid), but with perfectly timed tea and carefully selected fish. With slight adjustments to your hair and reminders to hydrate. A barrage of tiny caretaking gestures that accumulate into something overwhelming.

You watch her take a small bite of her own food. The careful way she chews. The slight dip of her lashes. Being allowed to witness Mina like this—her drawbridge lowered just enough to grant you a glimpse inside the fortress—is sacred.

"You're staring again," she murmurs without looking up.

"Can't help it."

Now she does look up, dark eyes meeting yours. "Why?"

It's not a trick question. Mina doesn't do tricks. She asks because she wants answers—not the bullshit kind you give everyone else. With Mina, it feels like she's collecting the scattered pieces of you that don't make sense, turning them over in her hands, trying to see how they fit together.

"Because you're..." You search for the right words, something that won't make her retreat behind her walls. "You're just... you. And I still can't believe you're mine."

Something cracks open in her face for half a second—a flash of something raw before she locks it down again. There, then gone so fast you might have imagined it. She reaches for her teacup, and you recognize the move for what it is—a reset button, a moment to compose herself.

"Drink your water," she says instead of acknowledging your words. "You're always dehydrated after recording."

You smile but do as instructed, because you've learned that this is Mina-speak for "that meant something to me, and I don't know how to process it out loud."

The restaurant moves around you—waiters gliding between tables, the sushi chef behind the counter performing his elegant knife work. Outside, the Vancouver summer evening puts on a show—cotton candy skies fading into indigo. But here, in this bubble between you, time feels suspended.

She pushes another piece of fish toward you. "This one next. The flavors will build properly."

You take it, letting her orchestrate your meal like she orchestrates so many things in your life. "You're not eating much."

"I'm enjoying watching you enjoy it," she says with a rare simplicity that catches you off guard.

When the main course arrives—a rainbow array of nigiri and rolls—she rearranges your plate with quick, confident movements. "Start here," she instructs, pointing to a simple piece of salmon. "Then work your way clockwise. Trust me on this."

You follow her culinary roadmap without question. Each piece builds on the last until your taste buds are having what can only be described as a spiritual awakening.

"Good?" she asks, watching your face with that singular focus.

"You should be a food critic," you say between bites. "Or maybe a general. You've got the strategic mind for both."

The tiniest smile appears on her face. "Eat your vegetables," she says, pointing to the sliced cucumber.

While you eat, she reaches across the table. Brushes imaginary lint from your shoulder. Straightens your necklace where it's twisted slightly.

"You don't have to keep fixing me," you say, though secretly you live for these adjustments.

"I'm not fixing you," she replies, voice matter-of-fact. "I'm taking care of what's mine."

Your heart performs a complicated gymnastics routine that should win Olympic medals. Coming from Mina, who weighs each word like it costs her something physical, it's everything.

You notice she's still barely touched her food, too busy ensuring your experience is perfect. Without overthinking it, you pick up a piece of salmon nigiri and hold it out to her.

She blinks. Genuinely surprised. "What are you doing?"

"Your turn," you say simply. "You've been so busy mothering me, you've barely eaten."

For a second, you think you've crossed some invisible line. Mina gives care like breathing, but accepting it? That's complicated territory.

But then.

She hesitates. Takes a breath that's slightly too deep.

Then leans forward and takes the bite from between your fingers.

Her lips brush your skin. The contact lasts maybe half a second.

Your nerve endings don't care about the timeframe.

You feel it everywhere.

She chews with the focus of someone solving a complex equation. Her eyes stay on yours, unblinking, like she's waiting for your reaction to her reaction.

A single grain of rice sticks to the corner of her mouth after she swallows.

Your thumb moves before your brain catches up. Reaching across. Brushing it away.

Instead of flinching back (which would be the expected Mina response to unexpected contact), she does the unthinkable—turns her face toward your hand. Like she's seeking more. A muscle-memory movement so tiny you'd doubt it happened if you weren't paying such obsessive attention to every micro-adjustment of her body language.

"Thank you," she murmurs.

Two words. Not about the rice.

The overhead lights catch something in her eyes that makes your ribcage feel too small suddenly. She never looks at you like this in public. Almost never looks at you like this, period.

Hurts to see it. Hurts worse to think about how rarely you do. These unguarded moments are so rare—Mina letting you actually see her, not the version she presents to everyone else.

Her hand finds yours across the table, fingers intertwining like they were designed as matching pieces.

"You take such good care of me," you say, voice embarrassingly thick.

"Someone should." Simple words that somehow contain worlds.

Your fingers squeeze hers while your brain does the math it's been doing for a year. The calculation never makes sense—how someone who approaches the world with such precise skepticism decided you were an acceptable risk.

She watches you from across the table. Reading whatever's written all over your face.

The smile happens in stages. First the eyes—softening at the corners. Then the slight movement at her lips, fighting it for a moment before surrendering. When Mina actually smiles—really smiles—it's like watching someone become an entirely different person. The cool, composed woman who terrifies your producer transforms into someone whose whole face comes alive.

"Good boy," she says, voice pitched low enough that only you can hear.

That's it. You're a gone.

#cloudtrnsprncy #malereader #twice mina #mina x male reader #male reader #fluff #is this fluff enough

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meowhara · 2 years ago

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Mafia!Miguel O'Hara x Fem Bunny Hybrid!Reader

tw : abuse, mistreatment, usage of bad languages, death, kidnapping

synopsis : In a world where hybrids are becoming a common thing. Scientists sells their experiments for a very high price in auctions, making it possible for anyone with such kind of money to own a hybrid or even more

author's note : OMG! this will be my very first fanfic ever. I hope y'all enjoy this little fanfic I made in such a very short time. I'm so so sorry if there's anything wrong with my grammars or maybe you got confused by how I write things in general. English isn't my first language :)

𝓟𝓪𝓻𝓽 𝓸𝓷𝓮, 𝓟𝓪𝓻𝓽 𝓽𝔀𝓸, 𝓟𝓪𝓻𝓽 𝓽𝓱𝓻𝓮𝓮

Experimenting with human beings are normal by now all around the world, making hybrids one of the most expensive and valuable assets. They're usually sold with a very high price in auctions, anyone who's able to lay a hand on those hybrids must be some very crazy rich and lucky people.

You're those kind of fine breed, sold for an unbelievably high price. But sadly luck wasn't on your side due to how irresponsible your new owner is. He never took care of you like how people should took care of hybrids. He abandoned you, feeding you poorly, using you only for your small and fragile body. Treating you like an animal and make you do his daily chores such as cooking, cleaning, and even doing his laundry. But you never complain, there's nothing you can do and nowhere to escape.

You don't even know how the hell he was able to purchase you from the auction since he doesn't even look like a wealthy man at all. Who's job is only to sell and purchase drugs from here and there then spend shit ton of money for women and other useless things. He woke up late at the day just to hurt you then leave and came back late at night. Sometimes he didn't even bother to come back home, leaving you hungry and lonely inside his small and packed house in the middle of nowhere.

For the past moths he has been stealing drugs from Mafia!Miguel. Miguel tried to track him down for months without any avail and lost him every single time. After learning your owner's pattern for months, he's finally able to caught him off guard.

But the bastard ran back home and hide just before Miguel catch him. Your owner ran back home and locked the doors, telling you to shut the fuck up if anyone come over to look for him and to not tell his whereabouts.

Miguel is one step ahead this time and he's able to track your owner's house. He then banged on the door which made you jumped in surprise. "Open the damn door, you bastard! I know you're inside." He shouted as he kept banging on the door with his men following and standing by behind him, guns in their hands.

Innocently, you walk over the door and open the door slightly ajar and peeked outside just to met his eyes. Miguel was shocked when his eyes met with your big vulnerable eyes and fluffy bunny ears, looking almost as if you're pleading with a small pout on your face. "Yes?" You said shyly with shaky voice. Miguel looks back at his men in confusion then look back at you. "Hello, little one. Is there anyone inside?" He asked, trying to be less intimidating and as friendly as possible in order not to scare you. You hesitated to answer but you shook your head anyway, since it's seems like the only safe answer to give. He examines your beautiful and small figure from head to toe just to find bruises everywhere then to your dirty clothes that you're wearing. You look up at him with tired eyes and flat expression, making you look like a broken doll.

Miguel is not buying your obvious lie. "Are you sure? You look... Tired. Are you okay?" He asked again. You just nod and rush to close the door but Miguel stopped you from doing so. He grabbed on the door and push it back open, making you stumbling back from the force. "Look, I don't want to hurt you. But I need to take a look inside, okay?" He gave signals to his men to search the house for your owner.

He didn't expect you to panic and starts shouting at him "No! Please! Master will get mad." You said as your eyes starts to well in tears, "He'll hit me and lock me up in the basement again..." You said while sobbing and pulling on his sleeve. Miguel can feel his heart breaking into pieces from how adorably you cried in front of him. As he wanted to hug you and calm you down, his men came back and drags your owner with them. He got a black eye on his right eye due to a hard blow given by Miguel's men right on his face when he tried to run away. They throw him on the floor to force him to get on his knees in front of Miguel.

When your eyes met his you ran towards your master in worry. "Master! Are you okay?" You got on your knees to check on him, even if he's a very cruel and irresponsible master you can't help but feel worried of him getting hurt. But instead of getting any answer back from him, he gave you a very hard and strong punch on the face. You stumbled back in shock and whimpers in pain as you cover your face with your palms from the fear and pain. "You useless bitch! I told you not to let them in!" As he's about to hit you again, Miguel stepped forward to protect you and kick that bastard's stomach with full force in anger. He still couldn't believe that a little angle like you would care so much about a devil like him.

He groans in pain from Miguel's kick and Miguel turned to look at you as you bleed from your nose and cry on the floor. Your owner look up at Miguel then at you "Oh I see what this is all about now. You like her don't you? Fine then, take her away as a compensation. She is a very fine and expensive hybrid." He said with a low chuckle as he gave you a dirty look. "Use her as a cock sleeve or just do anything you like at her, let all of your anger out at her as if she's a punching bag. You won't ever hear a peep out of her mouth, she's well trained for that." Miguel can feel himself boiling in anger but his eyes won't leave your figure, no matter how hard he tried. The idea of a pretty thing like you used and abused by someone like him are just too much for him to even imagine.

Yes, he is indeed a cruel mafia leader. He killed and will kill anyone who got in his way without any remorse or hesitation and punish those who got on his nerves. But seeing how a pure little thing like you getting such a horrible treatment without you deserving any of it, made him feel sick to the pit of his stomach. He got too deep into his thought as he pull a gun out from his pocket without realizing and thinking it through then shot your owner right at his face as you watch the scene in front of you in horror.

The bastard died instantly, his body made a loud thud noise when it hit the floor and blood starts to stain the carpet underneath. Your eyes widened as tears streams down your cheek. Miguel then turned and walks towards you slowly but you stood up and ran away as fast as you can towards your master's bedroom and lock yourself while crying. His men look at Miguel, waiting for his next order. "I'll talk to her." He said with a loud sigh.

He starts knocking at the door, "Little one, please open the door. I won't hurt you I promise." You starts to panic "No go away! Leave me alone! You just killed my master!" You shouted back. Deep down you know that you should be glad that Miguel had killed your master but that makes you feel powerless, knowing that Miguel is capable of hurting anyone let alone killing them.

"I have to okay? He got on my nerves and worse, he hurt you." He spoke again from the other side of the door. "You know nothing about me!" Tears starts to fall even faster from your eyes as the image of your master's dead body kept playing in your head. "Just open this door so I don't need to force it open myself." He said, starting to get frustrated by your behavior.

You ignores him and sat down in the corner of the room, hoping that he'll just go away and leave you alone. He kept knocking at the door but you refused to open it for him. "Fine you won't open this door? I'll have to force it open then." He said before he starts banging harder and harder on the door, cracking it with each of his forcefull movements against the door.

You know very well from how massive he looks that he'll break down the door easily if he wants to. You starts glancing around the room to look for something to protect yourself just incase if Miguel is trying to hurt you. You've been in this room a thousand time when your master forced you to sleep with him but you're never allowed to open his closet or drawers even when you're told to clean his room for him.

Opening the nearest drawer, you starts rummaging to find something sharp to protect yourself. To your surprise you can feel your hand brushing against a hard and cold metal. You never knew your master hid a small gun in his bedroom this whole time but now you're glad he did. Just as you get your hand on the gun the door bursts open and you yelped in surprise. You then points the gun at Miguel "Don't come any closer! Or I'll— I'll shoot you." You said hesitantly.

Miguel look at the gun in your hand with a expressionless face then walks towards you. "I— I said go away!" A step closer from Miguel means a step back from you. But he kept walking closer and ignoring the fact that you have a gun in your hands. Your back hit the wall, making it impossible for you to take another step back from him. He grabbed your hands and points the gun directly at his chest to challenge you. "Go on. Shoot me." He said menacingly. A shiver went down your spine as your hands clenches around the gun and hesitation floods your mind. You never hurt anyone before, how on earth are you going to shoot him?

Your eyes look up at him still with tears on display and your bunny ears tensed then pinned flat back behind you head in fear. Hands trembling badly as you pressed the gun deeper into his chest, not knowing what to do. "That's what I thought." He said before quickly ripped the gun from your hand easily then threw it away to the other side of the room.

You tried to run but he grabbed you wrist and threw you on the floor. "Stop making this harder on yourself." He said before crouching down to meet your eyes. "Please don't hurt me..." You begged while sobbing, hoping that he'll pity you. He just look at your face while caressing your cheek with his massive thumb. Making your face seems so much smaller compared to his hand. "To have such a pretty thing in front of me for free. How lucky of me." He continues to caress your face and admiring your beauty with the feeling of wanting to own you all to himself. Having you safe by his side in his mansion and to have you sleep by his side at night.

But his fantasy must be interrupted by his duty as a mafia leader. "Boss, it's Lyla." One of his men interrupted. "Tell her I'll be there in 10 minutes." He said with so much authority in his voice. "What about her?" His other man looked over at your vulnerable state. Your eyes are focused on Miguel, anticipating his next move. He cussed to himself and took out a syringe from his pocket. "W— what's that for?" You asked nervously. "This? Oh I bring these all the time incase if I need to take a pretty thing like you home." Miguel then cupped you face with one of his free hand and move your face to the side so he could inject your neck easier.

Your hand grabbed his hand, the one that's cupping your cheek. "I don't want this. Please just let me go." He ignores your plea and kissed your cheek softly. "Don't worry little thing, this will only hurt a little okay? Just obey and you'll be just fine." You shook your head but he injected you right away with the syringe. "Good girl." Your body starts to feel numb right away as tears continue to stream down your face. You rest your head against his chest for support. "Shhh that's it, just fall asleep for me like a good girl you are." He pulls you into a hug and starts caressing your hair this time. Your vision starts to blur as darkness starts to invade. Soon you're limp against his chest, breathing softly and peacefully.

He smiled and kissed your forehead before carrying you in his arms in a bridal style. "Let's get going, we don't want the cops to be here anytime soon." He said as he rushed towards his car with you in his arms and his men following behind him. He looked down at your unconscious form in his arms, "Sleep tight, little one."

#hybrid reader #yandere miguel o'hara #miguel o'hara #yandere mafia #mafia fanfic #miguel ohara #atsv miguel #miguel spiderverse #miguel o'hara x reader #miguel o'hara x you #miguel o'hara across the spiderverse #miguel o'hara fanfiction #yandere #yandere miguel x reader

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writers-blockkk · 8 months ago

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The counter

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Content: SEX (p in v)

Ok y'all! 1/3 of the requests done! I'm still working on the other 2 bc I literally wrote this in like one night 💀

Also made this one a full fic bc I haven't done much for my man Stanley yet. Hope this is what anon wanted, I feel like I kept to the plot a little better this time

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Its been almost a year since you decided to work at the Mystery Shack to make some extra spending money. You'd retired early and moved to Gravity Falls for a quiet life, which wasn't constant because of the magic creatures.

Your hair had some gray streaks around your face and by your ears. You always dressed nice for your job, maybe a little outdated but you knew Stan loved to see you in more 70s atire. Makeup was usually on the lighter side, and LOTS of jewelry adorned your neck, wrists, and fingers.

One evening the gnomes broke into the shack trying to steal Mabel away again, and unsurprisingly they caused all sorts of damage. You offered to stay late and help clean up, which Stan gladly agreed to also hoping he'd be able to have some alone time with you.

It was late, cleaning up took much longer than anticipated so Stan sent the kids to bed, and you told Soos you'd finish up since he looked tired. Secretly you were hoping something would happen tonight as well, especially since his flirting had gotten more persistent the last few weeks. You suspected it had something to do with Mabel pushing him to get closer to you, but you're not complaining.

♧

Since you started working at the Mystery Shack, you always caught Stan staring at you or just loitering around you when you restocked. When you were behind the counter he'd stand behind you, almost guarding you and not so secretly staring at your ass. Rather quickly his silent looks turned into loud comments and flirty remarks, like whenever he ended a tour he'd lead customers into the gift shop.

"And welcome to the gift shop! Buy something and you'll get to talk to the most beautiful woman in the world!"

Stan gestures to you while leaning on the side if the counter wiggling his eyebrows at you. Rolling your eyes while helping the first customer helping them check out, your cheeks slowly burning a light pink.

♧

You were just about done with cleaning the gift shop part of the house when Stan walks into the room leaning on the door frame smirking. At first you don't notice him as your humming to the song playing on the radio and shaking your ass slightly while putting away the last few things under the counter.

"Lookin' toots"

Stans voice makes you jump bumping your head on the bottom of the counter. When you stand up a hand rubbing your head you look over at Stan (un)intentionally looking lower noticing a growing bulge in his suit pants.

"Someone's happy to see me"

Eyebrows raised and a smirk on your face you lean against the counter more obviously checking him out as he walks towards you.

"I'm always happy to see you toots"

He returns your teasing, which causes pink to creep from your ears to your cheeks. You're nat able to speak because you know you'll stutter so you just stare into his eyes.

"Whats wrong cat got y'a tongue?"

Stan is mentally freaking out as he slids his large hand around your waist pulling you closer lips almost touching.

"Can I kiss y'a? Been craving it for so long

..."

You can feel his whispers against your face, without answering you wrap your hands around his neck and connecting your lips. Stan makes a sound that's a mix between surprise and a whine when your lips connect, his other hand leaves the counter and grabs the back of your head deepening the kiss.

Stan licks your bottom lip asking for entrance, you part your lips in agreement and he slids his tongue against yours the kiss getting more heated by the second. You guys are all over each other in a matter of seconds, your back being pressed against the counter and your hands desperately grasping at his hair and clothes.

There was a pause when your both needed air, you both looked like you were gonna jump on each other again when Stan spoke.

"I need to be inside you"

You were almost sitting on the counter, hands behind you now as you're looking down at the much larger bulge in his pants.

"Then what are you waiting for?"

The second the words left your mouth it's like he snapped, you were sudden on your stomach on the counter ass up. Stans rock hard bulge pressing against your ass, his hands snake across your hips to the hem of your pants slowly undoing them. Once they're fully unzipped he pulls them off your legs and leaving small kisses on your lower back and tugging at your lace underwear.

"Wearin' the fancy stuff for me now?"

Stans voice is low and teasing as he pulls the underwear over the plump of your ass and let's them fall around your ankles. He slides his right hand down to your dripping folds gently rubbing your clit, his left hand is on your ass massaging and kneeding the flesh.

"So wet and I've barely touched you y'a dirty girl"

Stans voice is low and gravelly against your back while he leaves kisses up your spine till the edge of your shirt that's been pushed up. His fingers work your clit harder now, rubbing tight circles that have you gasping and clawing the counter.

"Please Stan! Don't stop"

You're whining only serves to turn him on more as he slowly dips one finger into you, and is practically sucked in by your greedy cunt. Stan groans at the feeling before adding another finger and pumping slightly to see your reaction.

"Aah fuck, harder!"

You arch backwards moaning rather loudly at the sensation, which caused Stan to use his free hand to clamp over your mouth.

"Shhh, don't want the kids hearin' us"

He whispers in your ear and you nod half moaning against his hand, your breath is heavy and vision glossy when he releases you. He continues to pump his fingers in your tight cunt scissoring them slightly to stretch you out while he leaves hickeys on your neck.

You're trying so hard to keep quiet but Stan's fingerings you so good you can't help the yelps and whines that slip from your throat.

"I said keep quiet"

Stan whispers against your neck before a loud slap is heard and you feel a sharp stinging pain on your left ass cheek. A loud yelp emits from your throat and your head drops between your arms, ass wiggling slightly to try and ease the pain.

"Think you're ready to take me toots?"

You frantically nod looking at him over your shoulder, your eyes are glossed over and needy the look making his cock twitch in anticipation. He removes his fingers that are soaked with your juices and licks them clean moaning at the taste.

He started undoing his pants and let them drop to his ankles, the same with his boxers. His cock is blushed red and rock hard, dripping with precum as he pumps it a few times groaning before rubbing the tip through your folds lubing up a bit.

"Shit toots can't wait to fuck you stupid"

His words make a shiver run through your body, your pussy clenching around nothing. Stan slowly pushes in breathing heavy and holding back moaning too loud, on the other hand you were whimpering and gasping. After giving you a second to adjust he snapped, and bottomed out starting a brutal pace.

You clap a hand over your mouth when he bottoms out to muffle your scream as your body is rocked by his thrusts. Hands gripping the counter as you loudly moan his name, which makes Stan grab a fistful of hair and yank you back into an arch.

"Told y'a to be fuckin' quiet"

His voice is stern and low as he's still pounding you so deep there's a bulge forming in your belly. He wraps a hand around your throat squeezing slightly to restrict your noise, your eyes roll back at the feeling pussy tightening around his cock.

You can feel it, you can feel everything he's doing to you, the way his fingers dig into your throat to every vein on his cock. You're so close to cumming but can't say anything, you're so fucked out all you can do is moan.

"So close babe, just hol' on"

Stan groans against the crook of your neck sucking a large hickey onto it, his thrusts getting sloppy. He slides his free hand down to your clit rubbing tight circles again, which causes you to whine loudly even through his throat hold. You cum all over his cock, pussy clamping down on him which causes him to spray his hot seed inside and collapse over your back.

You both are panting hard laying on the counter, Stan pulls out of you after a second admiring his work. Mixed cum dripping out and down your thighs, he slides his hands down your back grabbing both ass cheeks and squeezing.

"You're so hot like this toots"

A smirk etching onto his face as he grabs a few tissues and wipes you up, you mumble while your face is laying on the counter. He then lazily pulls your pants back up and carried you up to his room changing you into one of his old t-shirts and shorts. He lays you in his bed and climbs in with you pulling you close and drifting to sleep.

"Love y'a toots

#gravity falls #gravity falls smut #smut #stanley pines #ask #fanfic #gravity falls x reader #stanley pines smut #stanley pines x reader #🧯 anon

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romance-club-daily · 3 months ago

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Opinions that nobody asked for nº 649587115339:

Remember that this is just my opinion and y'all can disagree.

I really don't think that bringing one story per update has been very beneficial in the long run. We have 18 stories on the go and we'll get one more in the next update, 19 stories to read!

But you might think, "you're complaining on a full stomach", but we're starting to see the consequences of that now, at least I'm realising it. Firstly, we no longer have time to digest the new stories, because there's always something "new" in the next update that steals our attention. It's tiring to read all the stories and really take the time to like and appreciate them, especially if you're trying to experience and read them all as often as possible. You could say that "you don't need to play all the stories now" and you're right, but following the story in real time, without spoilers, is much better. In short, it's overwhelming.

Second point is the CGs, I think from now on, more than ever, you've realised the use of AI (although they'll never admit it, and let's face it, there'll never be an admission of that - but it's become even more blatant, especially with the latest Diamond Rush card), maybe they thought it would improve the workflow and they could make more CGs - and now the cards, easier (and cheaper). But the result is that stories are getting fewer CGs - especially the ones that aren't so popular, like The Parallel Universes Bureau which only has 2 CGs related to the LIs so far (and I believe it's only going to have two more - for the remaining LIs - Orion and Glim), which is a huge shame, and they're coming out very different from the base sprite of the characters. Not to mention the extra workload with the cards. I think the artists must be having a lot of trouble trying to fix the things the AI delivers.

And adding the two problems, 19 stories to produce CGs (among other things like backgrounds, minor assets and music) and always another one coming up with each update. It's a very long production cycle and the loss of quality is already showing.

I don't know, if they reduced the production of stories to every two or three updates, it would give readers a breather, not only to digest the stories that have been released, but also for the production itself, with more time to produce with quality.

#romance club #клуб романтики #romance club game #just a little rant

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look-me · 8 months ago

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“𝑷𝑹𝑰𝑵𝑪𝑬𝑺𝑺”

masc!reader x dealer!abby

warnings: using of weed, idk what else

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au: please don't mind any grammar mistakes and please cuz english its not my native language. ps. i never write a smut. also i'll probably won't correct any mistakes cuz i'm too lazy for it

(this story is shitty how can y'all read this 😭)

part 1

part 2

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It’s been a week since you kissed Abby, and the two of you haven’t talked at all. You’ve tried to ignore her whenever you could, but still, you didn’t want her to notice. For example, every time she replied to one of your Instagram stories, you would ‘respond’ by just liking her messages. You wanted to hang out with your usual friend group, but they got mad at you after seeing you leave with Abby that night. They accused you of being a fake friend, of stealing Abby from them—especially one friend of yours who, as you later found out, had a big crush on Abby since the first time she saw her.

“You can’t do that, Y/N! What the fuck is wrong with you? You’re my friend! Why would you do something like that to me?!”

Today, you’re hanging out with some other friends who came into town to see you after you explained what your ex-friends did and what happened with Abby after you left with her. They were shocked. They didn’t know Abby at all, but after you showed them some pictures of her, they just said,

“Y/N, she’s hot and all, but she’s a player. Don’t get attached. Just stay friends with her if you don’t want to cut her off entirely.” After that, they insisted you hang out with them to distract yourself from her.

Now, you and your friends are in a parking lot, vibing to the music blasting from the car speakers, while some other people give you and your group judgmental glances. Your friends are smoking and drinking, screaming their lungs out, singing along to the songs. While you’re laughing at their antics, you notice a girl with black curly hair, long red nails, makeup on, dressed all in black—tight top, tight pants. It’s Julia.

A long time ago, you had a little crush on her because she used to shower you with compliments, was always there for you, and every time you two hung out, it ended in a make-out session. But after you told her you were catching feelings, she started ghosting you, saying she wasn’t ready for a relationship because she had just gotten out of one. You later found out she was lying the whole time, and from that day forward, you started hating her.

"Hey," she says with that fake, innocent smile.

Fake ugly bitch.

Why does she have to ruin your moment right now?

"Hi," you mutter, not even looking her in the eyes as you sit on the ground.

"It's been a while."

"Yep," you reply, barely caring about what she says.

"Listen," she starts, her hand sliding onto your thigh, caressing it and moving up and down, dangerously close to your pussy.

You're about to push her away when—

"Hey chicas!" Manny calls out.

"Hey, Manny," she smiles, turning her head towards him.

"What are you two up to?"

"Oh, we're just talking and having fun."

"That kind of fun?" he asks with a smirk.

The girl laughs at Manny's joke and then says,

"I wish."

You whip your head to look at her, your expression dead serious and disgusted, silently screaming: Why the fuck would you say that?

"By the way, aren't you Mike's sister?" Manny asks.

"Yeah, how do you know him?" you respond, your voice clipped as you shoot him a serious and irritated look. It's not your fault you come off as mad, but Julia's presence is grating on your nerves right now.

"You know, he gives me things when my best friend can't," Manny says casually.

You roll your eyes, already tired of hearing that same old story. Every time someone says they know your brother, it's always because of the same damn reason-he's a dealer, and you're so over it.

"Okay," you reply, clearly done with the conversation.

"Okay, chicas, I'll leave you two alone now.

See you later," Manny says, heading off.

The second he's far enough away, you round on Julia.

"What the fuck was that? What's your problem?" you snap, roughly pushing her hand away from your thigh.

"Omg, Y/N! I was just joking," she protests.

"No, fuck you. You know what you did to me-treating me like I was your girlfriend, telling me l was yours, making out with me, and then saying you didn't want a relationship. You have serious fucking problems for saying that shit in front of him when I don't even know him. And you say it like it's nothing? Do you even realize how much that hurt me? Are you fucking stupid? Why are you even here anyway?"

You and Julia are in the middle of a heated argument, voices rising as you go back and forth. Your friends are still chilling with the music blasting, completely unaware of the tension between the two of you. Julia’s face is twisted with frustration, but you’re too fed up to care.

Meanwhile, Abby is at home, watching some random movie to pass the time when a notification pops up on her phone:

Manny - 2 new messages.

“Hey, pendeja”

“Wanna hang out when I’m done with some stuff?”

A new notification interrupts:

*NEW MESSAGES*

Manny: Do you know Mike’s sister?

“Isn’t she the girl you told me about? They look similar by your description.”

*image.*

Abby quickly taps on the notifications, her curiosity piqued. The image loads, and her stomach drops. It’s a picture of you and Julia, her hand resting way too high on your thigh. Abby stares at the image for a moment, her jaw tightening.

She replies instantly.

Abby: Where are you?

“In the usual parking lot we hang out at with Owen, Jordan, you know.”

“You still want to hang out?”

“Yeah, I’m picking up the others right now, be at your place in 10.”

“Okay.”

Ten minutes later, Manny pulls up at Abby’s house, and soon they’re walking through the parking lot. Abby’s eyes are scanning the crowd until she spots you, her expression darkening.

Manny heads your way, shouting, “Hey, told you I’d be back so—” He stops mid-sentence when he sees Julia kissing you, her lips pressed against yours as a soft moan escapes her. Abby freezes, her vision tunneling, anger flaring up inside her. Her fists clench as her heart pounds in her chest.

Just then, your friend Micheal calls out from the car, unknowingly saving you from the situation, “Y/N! Wanna try this drink? It’s fire!”

You push Julia away from you, wiping your mouth quickly, and stand up, turning to head toward Martin. But just as you reach for the drink, a hand snatches it away before you can grab it.

“You’re not drinking tonight,” a cold voice says.

You look up to see Abby standing in front of you, her blue eyes burning with barely-contained anger.

“Abby? What are you—“

“Shut your mouth and walk,” she snaps, throwing the drink aside before grabbing your arm. Her grip is firm, leaving no room for argument as she pulls you away from the group, forcing you to walk with her.

Your heart races as you glance back at your friends, then at Julia, but Abby doesn't care. She’s got you now, and there’s no escaping whatever comes next.

"Abby, stop."

"Manny, give me your car keys. I'll be back in a minute."

"Sure," he says, handing Abby the keys without asking any questions.

"Get in the car, Y/N."

"Abby, let me go."

She opens the car door and forces you inside. As she takes the driver's seat, you try to open the door, but she's already locked it.

"Abby, what's wrong with you? Open the fucking door!"

Abby doesn't respond. She starts the engine and speeds out of the parking lot.

"Abby, slow down!"

After twenty minutes of speeding, Abby pulls over in the middle of nowhere-no lights, no houses, just darkness all around.

"Fuck! Abigail!"

She turns on the interior light, and you look at her, scared of what might happen. You don't know if Abby is a violent person or not. Her eyes are filled with fury, and you can see she's seething with anger.

"We need to talk. Now."

"No, we don't."

"Oh yeah? So you think it's okay to ignore me and treat me like l'm a stranger?"

"Wha-"

"Don't play dumb, Y/N, and don't make any excuses. You're not even drunk."

The silence between you two grows heavier.

"Why did you stop talking to me after we kissed?"

"Isn't it obvious?"

"What do you mean?"

"Abby, you have a new girl with you every two seconds. You're always having sex or making out with them in a blink of an eye." You sigh before continuing, "I felt-and still feel-like a sex toy to you."

"You're not."

"Yeah, like I can really trust you on that," you say sarcastically, turning your face to the window. "I should've never told you about my feelings. We can't work together."

"Y/N-"

"I fucking hate you, Abby. I hate having feelings for someone who would probably just use me however she likes!" You spit out, facing her again.

"I've told you many times that I don't like how you talk to me. I'm serious, Y/N. Stop."

"Abby, seriously, fuck you."

At that, she grabs your neck, nearly choking you, and pulls you two inches away from her face.

"Oh yeah? Then who is that girl? And why was she kissing you and moaning into your mouth? Why was she almost touching your pussy moments before I showed up?"

After the last sentence, you try to understand how she could have seen that, and then you connect the dots. She’s Manny’s best friend. But how?

“How do you—”

“Manny sent me a picture.”

Fuck you, manny

“It’s none of your business who she is, and I didn’t try anything with her.”

“Then why didn’t you push her away from you?” Abby says, tightening her grip on your neck slightly.

“I was shocked. She caught me by surprise.”

Abby doesn’t answer. Instead, she keeps her intense gaze fixed on you, trying to see if you’re lying.

“I was just trying to distract myself from you. Now you’re acting jealous, calling me yours, but are you mine?” you say

“What do you think?”

“You aren’t. I think we both know that, Abigail.”

Just then, your phone starts ringing with a photo of a curly haired woman —Julia — popping up.

Abby recognizes the girl and stares at you, clearly unimpressed by the timing.

“Don’t you even try to answer.”

You ignore her and answer the phone, putting it on speaker.

“Hello? Love?” Julia says, and you remain silent.

Abby looks at you and whispers, “Love? Really?”

“Julia, what do you want?”

“Just wanted to make sure you’re okay. I saw that girl taking you away from me while we were talking.”

As Julia continues talking, Abby starts giving you hickeys on your neck, causing you to moan intentionally. You’re so focused on the sensations that you stop listening to whatever Julia is saying.

“Are you okay, love?” Julia asks, her voice tinged with concern.

Abby pulls her head away from your neck and grabs your phone from your hand. You try to fight her, but you know Abby is hundred times stronger than you.

“She’s busy right now,” Abby says before hanging up on Julia.

“Abby, what the fuck?”

Abby doesn’t answer. Instead, she pulls out a pack of cigarettes from her pocket, which contains a joint and a lighter.

You know where this is going to end.

Abby leans back in the driver’s seat and brings the joint to her lips, the tip flaring orange in the complete darkness. The only sound is the faint crackle of burning paper and herb as she takes a long drag. Smoke fills the air, swirling around her in lazy spirals, barely visible in the faint moonlight that seeps through the windows. The deep, earthy scent of cannabis mixes with the musty smell of the old car seats, creating an almost comforting atmosphere. Abby exhales slowly, the smoke pouring from her mouth and nostrils, diffusing into the blackness outside. The silence is profound, with no hum of traffic or distant chatter, only the occasional rustle of wind through unseen trees. Her eyes are half-closed, her mind drifting as she stares out into the void, feeling an odd sense of peace in the isolation. She takes another drag, the glow from the joint briefly illuminating her fingers before once again merging with the surrounding darkness.

“Are you fucking kidding me right now?”

Abby remains silent.

“Are you really smoking while we’re arguing?”

Still.

“I’m done with your bullshit, Abigail. Let me go.”

As you say this, Abby rests the joint between her lips, freeing both of her hands.

Abby’s hands clutch the car’s armrest. With a sudden, rough motion, she yanks you toward her, forcing you onto her lap. You gasp, startled by Abby’s intensity as your bodies collide in the confined space of Manny’s motionless car. She removes one hand from your waist to grab the joint and exhale the smoke.

“I told you many times to stop calling me by my full name,” she says, gripping your neck and pulling you closer to her face.

“And I told you many times I’m not any of your bitches, Abigail.”

“You’re mine, Y/N.”

“Fuck you.”

“You would like that, wouldn’t you?” she says, closing the distance between you until you’re just two inches apart.

“Too bad you made me mad,” she whispers.

You’re about to respond when her phone starts ringing. The caller ID shows ‘Manny.’

Abby rolls her eyes and throws away her joint as if it’s nothing.

“What do you want?”

“Abby, I need my car. Owen needs to grab something from home.”

“Fine.” She hangs up. Without missing a beat, she turns her head and locks her gaze with yours, her icy blue eyes filled with a silent warning.

“Don’t you even try to go back to her when we’re there again,” Abby says, her voice low but firm, every word laced with intensity.

You meet her stare, unimpressed. “You’re so annoying, Abby.”

With a sigh, you move to open the car door, slipping off Abby’s lap and sliding back into the passenger seat, feeling the shift in the air between you. Abby’s eyes never leave you, even as she shifts back into the driver’s seat, jaw tight, hands resting on the steering wheel, as if bracing for whatever comes next. As soon as you settle back into the passenger seat, Abby shifts the car into gear, her fingers tightening around the wheel. The tension in the air is thick, unspoken words hanging between you as you drive in silence. The dark, winding roads stretch out before you, the headlights cutting through the night, but neither of you says a word. Abby’s eyes flick over to you a few times, but she stays focused on the road. Her jaw is set, frustration simmering beneath her calm exterior. You lean against the window, your breath fogging up the glass slightly, arms crossed as the hum of the engine and the rhythm of the tires on the asphalt become the only sounds. Minutes pass, feeling like hours, until the familiar sight of the compound appears in the distance, its fortified walls and the glow of lights signaling you are back. The tension shifts, replaced by a looming sense of inevitability. The car rolls to a stop near the entrance where Manny and a few others are waiting, standing in the dim light as they speak amongst themselves. Abby kills the engine and sits there for a moment, staring straight ahead. “We’re here,” she mutters, her tone curt. You shoot her a sidelong glance but don’t say anything. You push open the door and step out, the cool night air hitting your skin as you stretch, shaking off the weight of the car ride. Manny notices you and gives a short wave, walking over with a grin on his face.

"Hey, took you guys long enough," he jokes, but he quickly notices the tension radiating from you and Abby.

Abby climbs out of the driver's seat, standing tall as she slams the door shut. Her eyes briefly meet yours, but she quickly turns to Manny. “We had some things to discuss about.” she says, her voice flat.

Manny raises a brow, sensing the atmosphere between you, but doesn’t press it. “Well, glad you're back. i’ll take owen at home home, we’ll be back in 10.”

After Manny finishes talking, you move to walk back to your friends when you feel pressure on your waist. It's Abby, her large, veiny hands gripping you firmly. She leans in, her voice low and steady.

"I'm coming with you."

"No, leave me alone," you reply, trying to pull away.

"Calm down, princess. I haven't even started with you yet," she whispers into your ear, smirking. Then, without warning, she presses a kiss against your neck, and it makes you freeze in place.

Abby lets you go, but she stays close, walking beside you with that familiar intensity. From a distance, one of your friends notices Abby’s presence and immediately makes her way over. Without hesitation, she grabs your arm, pulling you away from the tension. Abby lets you go, her hand sliding off your waist as she begins walking next to you, her presence still heavy in the air.

"Come hereeee" she says, her voice light and carefree as she leads you toward the others. The music from the speakers pulses through the empty parking lot, and soon enough, you’re moving to the beat, your friend helping you shake off the tension as Abby watches from the sidelines, her gaze never leaving you. As the beat of the next song thumps through the speakers, your friend throws her head back, laughing. She leans into you, resting her head on your shoulder, her laughter light and carefree.

“Oh my god, I’ve never had this much fun in so long,” she says, still giggling, her words slurring from all the excitement. You feel her happiness infectiously sinking in.

Abby Standing off to the side, arms crossed, her jaw clenched tight, she watches you with a growing intensity. The sight of you laughing, vibing, and lost in the moment with your friend pushes her to the edge. Her patience snaps, and she starts walking toward you, the determination in her stride cutting through the music. You can feel the weight of her presence approaching, the air around you thickening.

She's had enough.

When Abby reaches you, her large hand grips your arm—not harshly, but firm enough that you feel the seriousness behind it.

“We’re done here,” Abby says, her voice low and commanding. There’s a tension in her words that sends a chill down your spine. She’s barely keeping it together. Abby isn’t going to wait for an answer, and before you can think too hard about it, she’s pulling you away from the music, away from the carefree vibe, and into the shadowy edges of the parking lot. You open your mouth to protest, the frustration bubbling up inside you, but before you can say a word, Abby steps in close, towering over you, her eyes gleaming with a dangerous mix of control and desire.

“Not even a word,” she interrupts, her voice low and unwavering. Her smirk pulls at the corner of her lips, sending a shiver down your spine. “Just wait till we get home,” she adds, her tone dripping with a promise that makes your pulse quicken. It’s the kind of tone that says it all:

I’m going to make you regret that.

You stand there, frozen, caught between defiance and the undeniable pull Abby has over you. your friends’s voice a distant hum as Abby’s presence overtakes everything. There’s no escape from the intensity in her eyes, and you know whatever is waiting for you at home is going to be something you won’t forget easily. After a moment of tense silence between you and Abby, Manny walks back over, catching sight of the two of you standing close, the tension still thick in the air. He raises an eyebrow, but doesn’t say anything at first, sensing the shift.

“Oye chicas, you guys good?” he asks with a playful smile, his voice casual, but there’s a knowing edge to it. Manny has been around Abby long enough to pick up on her moods, and right now, he’s smart enough to stay out of it.

Abby barely glances his way, her hand still lingering on your arm. “Can you take us to my place?” she asks, her voice steady, but there’s no mistaking the undertone of command. It’s not really a request, and Manny knows it. He looks between the two of you, his gaze lingering on Abby for a beat longer. He doesn’t ask why or what’s going on—he doesn’t need to. Manny knows Abby better than almost anyone, and he can tell exactly what kind of mood she’s in.

“Sí, claro,” he says with a nod, keeping it simple. He doesn’t pry, doesn’t ask the questions swirling in his mind. After all, Abby is his best friend, and if there’s one thing he’s learned over the years, it’s when to mind his own business. You steal a glance at Abby, her smirk still lingering, and your stomach tightens with a mix of anticipation and nerves. Manny leads the way to the car, and you can feel Abby’s gaze burning into you the whole time. Whatever’s coming, you’re not going to be able to avoid it. You slide into the backseat with Abby beside you, the car ride feeling heavier than it should. Manny stays quiet up front, the silence only broken by the low rumble of the engine as he drives, and you’re left wondering what’s going to happen when you finally get to Abby’s place.

who knows what is going to happen next👀

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accioprocrastination · 2 years ago

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The Reunion

Jake "Hangman" Seresin x wife Reader

A/N: Military inaccuracies, angst and fluff

I haven't proof read this so apologies in advance...

Summary: You're redeployed to the same base as your husband

Reader POV

You touched down in North Island this morning so it's not out of the ordinary that you've spent all evening getting to know the team already stationed here.

It's nearing two a.m. and you're beginning to hit your limit of social interaction. You take a seat on one of the bar stools against the wall closing your eyes momentarily wishing you were home.

"I am so tired I need to go to get out of here and Javy is barely standing, so I'm going to get him something to eat. If any of y'all want food we're leaving now." Jake says walking up to the table where you're sat with a couple of your colleagues.

"Food sounds great." You respond without question. His eyes twinkle as they meet yours and you stare at the laughter lines that momentarily form as he gives you a quick smile. God he's good looking and he knows it.

"I should probably go too and try and adjust to this timezone." Preacher says from next to you getting up and walking out without a more elaborate goodbye. You roll your eyes at his constant holier than thou wisdom.

You watch silently as Jake struggles to make Javy put his jacket on, smirking at the futile effort.

It's only Bob and you left sitting here as Jake continues his fruitless attempt to put Javy's jacket on him.

"I'm hungry - I'm going to go with them. Are you coming?" You ask Bob. He shakes his head.

"No I'm good." He says quietly. You've noticed how he tenses up around your husband and have refrained from commenting.

"Did something happen with Hangman and you? He gets mouthy when he's nervous." You try to defend Hangman having no idea what he's said or done to make Bob feel uncomfortable.

"Nothing's happened I just don't like him." Bob says not opening up to you. It's probably a good thing he's so reserved, so that he doesn't unknowingly start slagging off your husband to you.

You still feel a stone drop in your stomach at his confession.

"How do you know him?" Bob asks watching you staring at the scene before you. You tear your eyes off of Jake and look at Bob.

"We've been stationed together before. Lots of times actually." You explain not really telling him anything.

"He doesn't act like a human." Bob counters and without him elaborating you know what he means completely.

"He takes a long time to open up to people." You state.

"I don't think he feels emotions like normal people." Bob says staring at Jake as he beams at something Javy is slurring at him.

"He's not the person he pretends to be. I think he feels things more deeply than a lot of us and he doesn't know how to handle it so he plays Hangman... I'd rather fly with someone with that level-headedness than an emotional wreck." You remark.

"I think that's the first time anyone's called Hangman level-headed." Bob sniggers as the other two reach the door.

You smile sort of mentally agreeing with him that, that was a poor choice of words. "I know him better than other people. He's not that person when you get to know him." You shrug getting up.

"Does he know that you're in love with him?" Bob asks watching you.

You smile at the WSO completely ignoring his question as you say goodbye, "I'll see you in the morning Bob."

You head to the bathroom, leaving Jake to ensure that a very drunken Javy manages to sit down in the only diner open at this ungodly hour in the morning.

Jake has been stealing glances at you all night and you know he's making himself frustrated because of your no PDA around colleagues rule.

He was the one to enforce the rule and he'll never vocalise that he hates it.

You're drying your hands as the door to the bathroom smashes against the wall. It swings open to reveal a guilty looking Jake who has tried to open the door with a bit too much enthusiasm.

"Shit, sorry!" he says taking a step inside. He stops right behind you and breathes a sigh of relief that you're finally alone for the first time this evening.

You throw the paper towel in the bin, breaking your eye contact through the mirror and turning to face him.

"Lieutenant" you tease him, knowing that he loves it when you call him that. His eyes instantly darken and he steps closer, giving you a look that you can only describe as hunger.

He leans in like he's going to kiss you then stops abruptly, barely a hair's breadth away from your face.

Jake's giving you such a mischievous grin that you have to wonder what he's currently thinking. "You didn't tell me you got promoted to captain, Captain." He whispers.

"I wanted to tell you in person." You inform him as you take ahold of his left hand.

"Congrats darlin'" He says quickly breaking the hand hold and lifting you up slightly to kiss him.

You jump up and knot your legs around his waist. "I-" he starts but you cut him off.

"Please stop talking and just kiss me already." You say.

"Your wish is my command." He spouts before his lips finally meet yours.

You run your fingers through his hair as he manoeuvres to sit you against the sinks. He groans above you - still taking care to gently set you down.

You deepen the kiss to muffle him. He doesn't comment on how your legs tighten around his waist in response.

He breaks the kiss and you huff out of frustration before he starts kissing down your jaw and your neck.

"I have wanted to do this all day." his words tickle against your neck.

"Javy's waiting." you remind Jake and he halts.

His strong arms cloak around you in a tight hug. You hug back with the same force.

"He can wait another minute." Jake says refusing to let you go.

When he loosens his grip to let you go, you tighten your hold on him. "One more minute" You say into his shoulder. Jake is more than happy to oblige to your request.

"God I missed you." He murmurs before you echo the sentiment.

Jake is uncontrollably giggling in the passenger seat of your car which makes you laugh harder at your own stupid joke. It is so rare to crack him like this.

His arms are wrapped around you like a blanket as you walk inside the hotel.

Your laughter cuts off as you both spot an elderly couple in the elevator and Jake untangles himself from you to be more presentable in front of them.

You step in and press the button to your floor as he talks with the elderly couple.

"Thank you for your service" the old lady says to Jake.

"It's my pleasure ma'am" he responds as the elevator pings their floor.

Once it eventually reaches your floor, you practically run out pulling him by the hand.

The second the room door closes behind you, he pounces and pulls you onto the bed.

Jake climbs on top of you, trapping you beneath his body to reiterate what he was saying earlier.

"I missed you." he sighs, needing you to know how much.

"I missed you too." you reply smiling widely.

"I don't think you understand how much." He says before kissing your jaw.

"I miss laughing with you", he presses another kiss against your jaw.

"I miss turning to see your face whenever someone says something I know would make you laugh", he kisses you again.

"I miss our friendship." He says continuing the trail of kisses.

You push on his shoulders moving him to switch positions with you.

"Trust me, I understand how much." You respond kissing him on the lips.

"I wish we could be together all of the time." You tell him breaking the kiss to talk some more.

"I don't like when we meet up after months apart and I'm not sure where we stand." Jake vocalises his anxiety as you run a finger down his cheek.

"We're never in a bad place. We could not speak for months and I'd still be around waiting for you. I know it can be weird to readjust to each others' routines but I'm always going to love you regardless of what happens in between us being together physically in the same place." You say meeting his gaze.

You know he worries when you're apart and you watch as he relaxes into the sheets.

"Sometime I feel insecure that you look at me and know my insecurities, doubts and fears and I don't understand why you love me." He admits.

"You're everything to me. You know that right?" You question.

It's unfrequent that Jake opens up to you like this, so you're not overly surprised when he deflects. "So when we argue about what colour to paint the kitchen?" He tease you about your last big argument.

You roll your eyes, smiling at him. "I still love you even when you're wrong." You say before kissing him again.

"Ditto!" He mumbles against your lips.

You pull back and he smirks knowing you're about to rebuttal.

"I cannot believe that you have brought that up! Now all I'm thinking about is that we still haven't chosen a colour." You declare, jokily hitting Jake's bicep making him laugh.

"We'll pick something soon." he yawns, tiredness hitting him like a tidal wave. His eyes sting from the brightness of the hotel lighting.

You watch Jake turn to look at the clock on the bedside table. It is already 3.24 am.

"You tired princess?" you ask him running a finger along his eyebrows making his eyes flutter shut. It's an unfair tactic that you know will make him more sleepy.

"Wide awake sweetheart." the lie falls from his lips seconds before he is unable to stop another yawn.

You clamber off him instantly.

"Nooo." Jake complains grabbing the back of your thighs to try and stop you getting up.

"I'm not hooking up with you if you're going to lie there yawning." You remark standing up to go brush your teeth.

Jake pouts, "when did I get so old that I can't pull all-nighters?" You smile down at him silently wishing you could both stay awake talking for a few more hours.

He rubs his eyes trying not to fall asleep; longing to do more than kiss you. You both know your husband will be asleep the minute you come back and turn the light off.

#jake seresin #tgm #hangman imagine #jake hangman seresin #top gun au #hangman x reader #jake hangman fic #top gun #top gun hangman #hangman fluff #jake seresin fluff #hangman #top gun fic #top gun maverick #tgm fic #tgm x reader #tgm au

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clandestineivory · 6 days ago

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hey fleurrrrrr

it's me, the demon (you know who)

can I request smth about Shadow Milk's canonical fragile body? Like- what do you think he'd do and stuff idk

(✿ﾟ▽ﾟ)ノ anon btw and you know who I am

okay (my fingers hurt but what the hell it's smc and I'm ready to work)

Shadow Milk Cookie Headcanons: "Fragile."

Summary: I think the crisis of arthritis is affecting me now because oh my lord my hands hurt like hell (it's been happening to my family for so long and I'm next nawww) I had to go do some digging about this and yknow what "(✿ﾟ▽ﾟ)ノ anon"? This is gonna be some extra headcanons because I need a redo and I think he's so wet cat coded with that fuck-ass haircut

Warning: Swearing (i fear it was obvious), bad grammar, possible ooc, lazy. So very lazy. a/n: I'm tired after finishing a sewing project and having to deal with 3 google slide presentations (chat I'm COOKED) I don't wanna talk abt 9/11 and then about Frida Kahlo and THEN about Kaumuali'i like how does this even happen to me

He should've been voiced by a vocaloid but nobody's ready to hear my weird opinion (no hate to the va though i love his talent)

I think he'd put on a front about how he's so strong and mighty and smart (and I can admit that he's smart), but c'mon. Look at him. He uses magic more than he uses his legs to walk.

Do you think he wonders why the Witch baked him like that though- just a fleeting thought that comes up from time to time when he's actually siting on a solid surface. His power lies in intellect, illusion, and psychological manipulation, not brawn. Not like Burning Spice Cookie (who definitely has some smarts of his own, I promise you. ruthless and calculating muscular men my beloved)

He might even tell himself it doesn’t matter, really! That he redefined his own purpose, made him a better version of what he used to be! (But the slight doubt lingers. Of course the Master of Deceit can act and pretend so much so that he forgot what was real behind the glamour and theatricals)

I think he'd use magic to cheat his way out of doing most physical stuff. It's as easy as breathing, so why would he want to take the harder, more taxing way? Sounds boring, doesn't it?

Anyways I think he's allergic to bleach

And honestly, look at him. Does he really look like the typa cookie to be strong (physically)?

He'd probably be wobbly on his legs when he actually has to stand and walk around yknow.

Leans against the wall and pretends to act all mysterious but he's probably SLUMPED against that thing oml get this guy some crutches or make him use his staff RIGHT (or steal GingerBrave's cane idk)

He smells atrocious when left in humid weather for a long time (he becomes like spoiled milk and rotten blueberries. He can't visit Burning Spice for long because of that lmao. keep him away from the deserts PLEASE or else he'll turn into YOGURT)

The type to tolerate 4 bottles of berry juice (or 6 1/2 if he's in a pissy mood) and then go on and on about what it was like being the Fount of Knowledge while trying to crawl into a portal and sleep (or die inside, either one)

Probably the Cookie version of anemic and that's why he hates physical work (literally me)

Music tastes range from a whole orchestra or piano (but I feel as though he'd enjoy opera singing quite a bit. He's over a thousand years old stuck in that body. let the old grandpa in him have some joy that isn't immediately about psychological tormenting others lmao /j I know he has other hobbies I swear)

Calls most of the Ancients 'youngsters' jokingly or 'old' depending on the time of day (peepaw shadow milk go back to bed please and stop calling these guys old)

This headcanon is probably ooc and y'all can beat my ass:

I think he judges whoever he meets and categorizes them as specific chess pieces.

For example -> Black Sapphire and Candy Apple? Rooks. Helpful, ready to serve. Maybe Bishops, but they're being quite genuine when it comes to helping the Master of Deceit. Queens? -> Shadow Milk Cookie himself! (moves in all directions, can easily change the tide of the game when released, quite popular), Burning Spice (same thing but way more destructive...goes off-script sometimes, and the improv is not that good!)...honestly? All of the Beast Cookies. Maybe Mystic Flour is an exception, maybe not.

Pawns? -> Everyone who doesn't seem like a real threat. NPC's, regular Cookies, ect... but they can certainly become something else with enough patience and perseverance. That's the fun part.

and I lowk gave up on this headcanon rn because i typed a whole thing out but my computer got sassy with me and deleted it all (fuck you, man. I ordered you in rose-gold because I thought it would be pretty, not a bitch)

Can I go on to say that milk, ice cream, orange juice, and blue raspberry soda tastes so fucking good like oh my heavens it's like a fizzy ice cream

or milk with frozen blueberries

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emojifarm · 1 year ago

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I'm so fucking tired of nearly every emoji creator having some form of drama attached to them. It's gotten worse this year. So much worse. This space has become so toxic and hateful when it should be loving and uplifting. All the ones that actually are loving and uplifting either go ignored yet post away or give up after a few months and just disappear with an abandoned blog or randomly deactivate.

I want to preserve content and provide for those that need it, but there's so many creators that I just can't turn a blind eye to shit for anymore that this blog would be basically empty if I stopped platforming those bad apples. This shit is why I'm so goddamned burned out. This isn't even a community anymore. Just a popularity contest of "who can I hurt more?", "who can steal the most?", "who can recover from the most cancellations?" (looking you in the eyes Custom-emojis). I'm over the middle school/high drama of it all. Why can't y'all just create art in peace and help those that need this for accessibility? Why make it a fucking thing?

I'm so disappointed and ashamed of so many of you. I'm 25. I'm too old for this shit. A chunk of y'all are too old to be acting this foolish. Get your shit together or you just might see my retirement soon. I'm done with y'all.

PS: To those in the community that are good noodles and actively help me: I see you and I appreciate y'all so much. You make my days on this hellsite and Discord so much more bearable. Know this is not about y'all. You're wonderful. Keep doing you.

#updates #custom emoji #custom emojis #custom emote #custom emotes #discord emoji #discord emojis #discord emote #discord emotes #emoji #emojis #emote #emotes #i don't care if Heretics sees this. I've been tired of their shit for years at this point and only reblogging what was actually useful #didn't block them because i was thinking about those that could actually use their stuff but after their recent crap? i don't care #i can only take so much y'all. i have no job. no money. and no fucks left. y'all fuck around y'all find out at this point. I'm done

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mscordonean · 8 months ago

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MY LOVE MINE ALL MINE

You're new photo shoot was a success in the papers! Guys around the world are loving the new magazine! Kento:... Oop! Looks like someone's jealous! Kento:.... And that's my que to leave y'all, enjoy!

"No no nooo" Kento's secretary panics after checking the official social media page of the company. "What's wrong Mr. Secretary" you say getting his handkerchief from his pocket to wipe the sweat off his forehead. "Don't do that Mr. Nanami will kill me 2x!!!". "Okay now I'm really curious, spill it out!". "I posted a picture of you to the platform that Mr. Nanami specifically told me not to! I must have been half asleeppp". The man sobs as if his life was about to end. "Let me see what picture you posted" you grab his phone and see the picture. Oh this was bad, Kenny was gonna kill him! "This is the one Ken jerked off to!". The Secretary stares and you for a moment and you realised you might have overshared just a little bit. "Well other men are probably doing that to this pic aswell!" "Well then just delete it!" "I can't the press are gonna mark that down in history and the company will be at risk!" Suddenly you two hear a deep voice call out to you guys.

"Is anything the matter Mr. John and my lovely Wife?" You react to quickly, clinging onto Mr. John's arm. 'I'm going to get fired!' Mr. John thinks pulling you off him. "We were just talking about my next photo shoot honey, why don't you go out side to get some fresh air". You chuckle nervously while holding onto his arm and leading him out. "Wait a minute I'm not an old man i can go myself!". You and Mr. John stare at him. "I mean thank you for the offer honey, come by my office later". He pecks you on the lips and leaves. "WHAT ARE WE GOING TO DO". You and Mr. John scream together. "just leave it for now, if you don't make it obvious maybe he won't check!" You praise yourself with a pat on the back. "You're right!, I'll be going then miss" Mr. John sighs in relief , "Bye Mr. John!"

A few hours later...

You are scrolling on your phone, waiting for your next photo shoot in an hour when a next pops up on your screen.

You make your way up to Kento's office not thinking about the consequences of your actions. You open the door to see Kento staring at his phone. "Ken?" He looks up at you. "Did you ask Mr. John to put these pictures up?" He looks tired, worn out even. "no no it wasn't on purpose, Mr. John accidentally-" Kento gets annoyed. "so he did this". "Not only that but he allowed these disrespectful boys say things about you". You look at his phone and see the "she wants me frrr" and "i wish i was that lollipop" comments and laugh. "I get that all the time Kenny and your only just seeing it?" He glares at you. "Don't be jealous Ken, I only want you frrr" you sit on his lap and pull his tie towards you for a kiss. He kisses you for longer when his phone pings. It's another comment saying "Mr. Nanami better watch out before i steal his girl😮‍💨".

Kento "I'm firing Mr. John"

Yn "nooo he didn't mean to post itt"

#x black reader #mrscordonean #nanami x black!reader #nanami kento #jjk x black reader

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tomorrowsgardennc · 6 months ago

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🚨 GARDENING PSA: Mulch Alternative 🚨

ok, so it's that time of year where everyone on all the medias of socialing are saying leave the leaves, use leaves as mulch, and they are all ABSOLUTELY RIGHT DO NOT IGNORE THEM!!

but for those who either live in apartments or cookie-cutter homes where they tore down all the trees and then planted crape myrtles along the main road and nowhere else (iykyk), then there is a solution for y'all, too.

get yo'self a paper shredder! or find someone that has one and steal their remnants. altho highly recommend at least you feeding the shredder yourself, be it yours or someone elses. just because a shredder can destroy it, doesn't mean it can be composted. CDs, for example. but also glossy or magazine paper CANNOT be used. either cardboard devoided of any tape or matte or office paper.

i used some leaves for the strawberries i'm keeping outside in pots when i planted them about a week ago, but for the ones in the greenhouse i was too tired today to walk down the hill to the shed and grab the mower and mulch leaves so i just went into my craft room and shredded some things that are in my gigantic pile to be shredded and called it a day. i bought a shredder specifically for compost (soon to be chicken coop bedding) and i love it. i mean, the pile to shred is bigger than the shredder, but that's a me problem not a you problem. you need a mulch alternative. therefore i present to you, my friend, the shredder.

happy shredding!

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ivormybeloved · 6 months ago

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Okay maybe i should do more rants about my MCSM AU ideas bc like. I have a LOT and then a month later I see someone mention an idea like it and I missed my chance 😭 so let's just clear up a few things

WARNING: some things may be triggering to some, so if you don't like mentions of kidnapping, death, religious themes, and a few other serious topics then these stories are not for you.

DELUSION [Main themes: Religious Trauma, corrupt society, coping mechanisms] — Every character in this story is an experiment that either has or is based on some sort of disorder/disability. Not all depictions may be accurate, but I'm planning on doing more research. The scientist and made all of these creatures is Ivor, The Creator. He's treated as a god and even sees himself as such. Our World's Delusions is not the official writing and is only hints at the future story + random ideas I have that I write out so that y'all can see them. The writing is on AO3. THIS STORY IS CURRENTLY BEING REWRITTEN!!!

THE GREATEST SHOW UNEARTHED [Main themes: Imagination, Greif, Kidnapping] — this au is based on the song The Greatest Show Unearthed. The current story at time of posting this is: Ivor and his son, Jesse, visit a carnival. They soon get wrapped up in the plans of the evil ringmaster (Romeo) who steals and manipulates children to join his circus. At day, it's a normal and fun wonderland. At night, it's a horrific, gorey freakshow filled with some unimaginable horrors. This is the first AU of mine where Ivor is (FOR ONCE) a good dad (not counting me and Br0ken's first MCSM AU. That one takes 2nd place)

FEARS/PHOBIA [Main theme: Suicide, getting over fears, Mental health] — This AU is mainly just major death. In this AU, each of the characters represent a phobia that Jesse has. Jesse starts killing all of them, trying to free himself from paranoia. Along the way, he gets tired of it. He tries to befriend some fears but soon kills them still. After becoming fearless and killing Romeo (the fear of death) he takes his own life.

FUGITIVE AU — this was a ship AU I had made because I was sad there was barely any Jailbirds (Reginald x Milo) content. The main idea: Milo would steal items and basically commit various crimes for Build Club. He'd get arrested sometimes, but was let go as no one had any evidence that it was actually him who committed the crime. When in jail, he'd talk to Reginald quite a bit and they seemed to get along. Isa, however, was tired of these constant crimes and the fugitive going unpunished, so she ordered Reginald to do whatever he could to capture them. Once Reginald successfully captured Milo, Isa sentanced the criminal to death by void. Reginald tries to protest, claiming that the punishment is much too harsh, but Isa doesn't listen and instead orders the guards to arrest Reginald with charge of treason. Reginald and Milo end up falling off of the island together mid-battle and fall to the island. Reginald wants to find a way back up and talk some sense into Isa, but Milo is completely ECSTATIC and only agrees to find a way back up when Milo remembers Build Club

ALIEN AU — random PolyOrder AU I thought of because of a narrative writing prompt at school 😭. The Old Order are pretty much just are aliens from a planet that is mainly just The End. They crash on Earth and the only person who doesn't like the new world is Soren. They decide to stay on the planet and study the world. They meet a human (Gabriel) and he helps them learn more about the world. Depending on how I feel about the writing, I may post a chapter or two.

BIOMES AU — one-off idea I had. Each of the characters are celestial beings (or gods/admins) that rule over specific biomes. A collab AU with @thegreatnure, if you have any questions you can also ask them about this AU!! The story isn't complete yet, but the main characters are the YouTubers. There's all sorts of discord amongst the gods that needs to be fixed.

AXOLOTL AU — little AU where the Adventure Trio (after Jack is killed in season 2) are revived as axolotl's and are found by Ivor after the Older Order breaks up. It's a small AU idea I had to while talking to @/thegreatnure—THE SECOND FIC I'VE EVER POSTED!!!!

HIGH SCHOOL AU — collab au with @/br0ken-camera! It's exactly what it sounds like. There's not much story to this other than plays on the canon story and little headcanons that I'll post about sometimes

TRAILS AU — This is an AU I thought of a while ago. The story follows M!Jesse and F!Jessi, Player One and Player Two. They explore a puzzle filled game and interact with the different residents of the world. They find out what happened to the game and why development had ended. A virus had intruded the game and then the characters started acting odd, that was what they were told.

WHITE PUMPKIN IVOR — so. third AU I've ever worked on. It's pretty much what it sounds like and I might rewrite it sometime in the future.

GAME SHOW AU — this.. is a WORK IN PROGRESS!!! I was watching Traitors and thought.. Hey. What if MCSM AU. I will make a different blog for this is the future <3

DESERTED AU — An apocalyptic AU. After a nuclear war, the land has been stripped of most life. The planet is dying slowly. Radiation hangs in the air. There's a fight going on against humans (normal, for now) and creatures (those mutated by the climate/chemicals). This will be an RP blog that I'll work on in the future!!!

I will update when I make another AU or change something. Other than that, have a good day!!

MISTAKEN AU — Vos looks too much like Romeo.. Sadly, no one sees him as just Vos.

DERANGED AU — an AU about the Old Order with @/sir-vinekill !! Basically, Old Order are much worse than in canon.. Has a few sensitive topics such as abuse, sh, and medication.

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affectionatelyrs · 1 year ago

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Can You See Me? (I'm Waiting for the Right Time)

RWRB | T | 7.2k | One Shot

Tags - AU - Roommates/Housemates, Friends to Lovers, Fluff, Humor, Mutual Pining, Love Confessions

Summary

“Whose turn was it?” Henry asks while Alex is busy pondering the merits of throwing himself out their fifth-story window and hoping his boner doesn’t take anyone’s eye out on his way down. “Forgive me, but I am a bit tired. Do you think you could take it?” There’s no way that Henry’s not doing this on purpose. He makes words mean things when put in a certain order for a living, for fucks sake. Alex almost quips back depends on how big it is just to see how—or if—Henry would react. “Yeah, um, no problem.” There. Much more normal. He could steal Henry’s job at this rate. “Truth or dare?”

Or, Alex’s world gets flipped on its axis during a game of truth or dare

This was so much fun to write - I'd be lying if I said that I wasn't smiling during a lot of it. I haven't posted in so long, so I'm both excited and nervous to be getting back to it. I hope that y'all enjoy this one! :) Read it here

#affectionately writes #i made alex the confused and bewildered one for once #rwrb #red white and royal blue #firstprince #first prince #rwrb fic #rwrb fanfic #alex claremont diaz #henry fox mountchristen windsor #alex and henry #fanfiction #rwrb fandom

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dumpofletterz · 1 year ago

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Are you gonna make a part 2 of the favorite position? 🧍🧍 I oove your account already

───FAVORITE POSITIONS (2)

BBBGLX adults and their favorite positions...to fuck you. ❥ Headcanons + small imagines, gender neutral reader

WARNINGS: nsfw (mdni my ass Ik damn well y'all ignore this, still be warned though.) , biting, rough (more on retak'ka..), shitty writing

Characters: Vargoba, Retak'ka, Hang Kasa (young-adult), Maripos.

Females: soon.

───Vargoba.

this man has FOUR arms. despite being a literal ruthless evil does who'd beat you up and steal your power sphere, he's somehow quite the opposite when it comes to his partner. missionary.

You whined and writhed, your hole clenching around him, “Please… my tummy, it’s too full…” he has his one hand holding your thighs, the other holding the back of your head while the rest grip on to the side of the table. you have been going at it for several hours with no stop, he has tried his best to be soft with you. fucking with him feels unironically comfortable. "Just a few more and we'll be done." turns out it weren't.

───Retak'ka.

He's the opposite of vargoba, he'd be ruthless w/ you in bed. "i will not use my elemental split, it is weak." my ass, he'd use that when he pounds you up. c'mon, he's dominance if it was incarnated. one way to say.. gangbang. (i'm laughing for no reason help)

He'd usually go for only dual, could turn into triple or more depending on his mood... yeah, he'd go for triple. Next thing you'll know is there are three retak'ka's surrounding you, one in your back gripping your thighs harshly, one in front of you keeping your mouth shut with his bare hands covering your mouth, and another just beside you waiting for his next turn, acting like he can't just interrupt the other two by participating immediately. you can't really move at this point as they're literally in control of you─pounding you like there is no tommorow. “don’t give me that look." he would say after having you creampied for the fifth time, you can't even tell which element was speaking when your mind was at it's limit. "awn you think you can cum? don't even try." he groaned into your ear with such a condescending tone, laughing at you. your hole only knew the color white, it being tight no matter how much cock already entered it.

───Hang Kasa. (fluffy smut)

he's a walking greenflag, honestly. it's either you simply cockwarm him or cuddle fucking. (young kasa is so adorable. y'all should read the extra episode of the compilation comics to see him).

Just thinking of him hugging you while you're sitting on his lap. you've been wanting him since he left, whining everytime you see him to reassure that you're being needy. “Darling…” it almost sounded like a warning but even he didn't seem sure of it. a small huff came from mouth when you slowly sat on his lap and pushed the tip to your tight hole. he doesn't know what kind of thoughts you're having such as him using his crystal powers while banging you. "you've been tired from meeting the other elementals. let me help you." you said, trying your best at puppy eyes so he'd agree. and he did, you're now towered by him as he softly pounds your ass. "k-kasa, please," you pleaded, your nails digging into the his skin. “please what?” "go a little faster."

───Maripos.

yk how this guy can literally clone himself? yeah that one. i swear to you this guy loves any position where he could hold your hips while fucking you relentlessly. he'd be into double penetration...both of him having to grip your hips while making you squirm.

He's so pretty that you'd forget that he's currently pounding you, forcing yourself to not make a noise while he’s fucking you because he'd tease you if you do. "that's it pretty, don't give me noises unless you want me to stop." he'd say while he's the one being so vocal to the point where people from outside could hear all the unholy things you've been doing. "yah—yuh—yeah—gonna make you dumb—mh—all mine. fuck-" he breathes out, gritting his teeth on your shoulder while the other one just kept moaning and huffing. "shiiiitt! haa-hhah- fuuckk... Good" thrust. "pretty." thust. "fill'ya up." thrust. the aggressive way his cock thrusts into you, making you whimper, brushing against your G-spot and making your insides clench around the waves of pleasure.

NOTE: guys I also write fluffy, softy, cutesy, and all dovey headcanons/fics--both for the youngs and adults.

( I NEED PEOPLE TO REQUEST ME FOR TALES OF ARCADIA I AM BEGGING. )

#boboiboy images #boboiboy #boboiboy galaxy #fanfic #boboiboy x reader #x reader #boboiboy fanfic #gender neutral reader #smut #maripos #hang kasa #vargoba #retak'ka #captain vargoba

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uceyliyahh · 5 months ago

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SOMETHING BOUT’ US

Summary: "I want you more than anything in my life." After being in a difficult relationship with Carmelo Yasmine decided to move on from him and become the next big thing while getting drafted on the smackdown roster she always thought she would never find love again due to her commitment issues until she met him.

This fanfic is 18+! NO MINORS ALLOWED

word count: 2633

smut warning; it’ll come in the story randomly so PLEASE PLEASE look out for it I’m not really good at writing ✍🏽 smuts but I’m improving at the moment.

Jey Uso x Yasmine

AWFUL GRAMMAR IM GETTING BETTER I SWEAR LOL.

comments, likes, repost are appreciated I would love the constructive feedback in what area I need to approve in. 🤍

ALSO! I don’t not want nobody stealing my fanfics or take it as theirs that will be an issue fasho so keep it cute respectfully.

I only own my OC along with the make up scenarios

But I’ll be writing along the way since this story is in my drafts on Wattpad right now so yuh. 💁🏽‍♀️

TAGS ⬇️ lmk if you wanna be tag 🏷️@pinkwithhearts @420days @jstarr86 @empressdede @angiedawn02 @biancasreign

@bebesobrielo @skyesthebomb @aikosilo @papireigns-05 @punksyeet @paigereeder @magnificentbouquetmusic

@hunnidmilly @celesteheartsjey @charmed-dreamssss @fearlesschimera @partypoison00 @mselenalovebug @bloodlinesbabe93 @justazzi

JONATHAN It was ten in the morning. The sun was beaming through the hospital curtains, and I could hear the birds chirping. I fluttered my eyes open, squinting them a bit before rubbing away the crust in my eyes.

I managed to get my vision back, seeing that Yasmine was up eating breakfast as her eyes darted towards me.

"Good morning, Jon. I see that yo' ass had a good ass sleep with allat snoring you did last night," Yasmine said.

"My bad, a man was tired after all, but how are you feeling, Yasmine?" I replied as I saw her put her spoon down.

"If I'm being brutally honest with you, Jon, ion' really feel great; you know, it just sucks that I have to go through this," I had never seen her so sad and depressed about stuff like this. I know she loves my brother dearly but he just doesn't know what he wants or who to be exact.

I nodded my head, listening to her attentively. She was venting so much to me that I couldn't even focus on who was coming in the door. That's when I saw Montez and Bianca coming, hugging her, and seeing worried written on both of their faces.

"Thank God you're okay," Montez said giving his sister a kiss on the forehead.

"Y-yeah, I'm glad too," She said, almost hesitant.

Montez came towards my way, dabbing me up while hugging me in the process, "Thanks, bro, when I catch Jey, it's over with," I wasn't surprised that Montez knew what his best friend was doing to his little sister.

"I tried to warn his ass last night, but he was being stubborn about it," I said while getting up from the chair.

"But, imma head out since y'all are here just text me any updates on her condition aight?" Montez nodded his head, dabbing me up one more time before I grabbed my keys and headed out the door.

✧˚° YASMINE I knew my brother was pissed off at Jey but couldn't pin all of the blame on him when it was honestly Carmelo's fault for doing what he had done to me.

"When I see his ass, it's on sight like what does Liv Morgan have that you don't?" Montez said as I shrugged my shoulders, not having an answer.

I didn't really want to talk about Jey and Liv anymore because the more he talked about them, the more I started to disassociate myself from the topic.

Until Bianca changed the subject, seeing me not engaging in the conversation, "You know you're going to relinquish the title right until you're are healed up from your injuries," I sighed and nodded my head, knowing that my dreams were going to come down, after this.

"Yeah, I know, which sucks, but I guess she's going to have to take it back and then brag about it in my face," I commented.

"Hey, she's a fucking whore and a loser for thinking that she's better than you. When she's not, you will get your title back, Minks," She reassured me, which made me smile a bit.

"But first you have to heal yourself from everything that Carmelo has done to you and then with Jey...I know you might seen him as your peacemaker but not anymore," It hurt deeply knowing that I'm going to ignore him but it's the best way for myself.

Before I could speak we heard the door banging as Montez went to go open the door hearing some rambling noise from the outside the door.

"Nah, nigga you broken my trust Uce how could you do that to my little sister dawg,"

"It's not even like that...Montez I swear you know how much I love Yasmine,"

"Yeah, aight whatever dawg you're only fucking my little sister not loving her when she's been through enough especially with that Nigga Melo so you should go home,"

"Just let me see her for a second, then I'll go please,"

I knew that Jey wanted to see me, but I wasn't so sure if I wanted to see him. After all, he has Liv to be worried about and not me since we aren't even a thing, just best friends with benefits, nothing more.

I saw him and Montez coming into the room together, and Jey stood there in the middle. Meanwhile, Bianca popped him upside the head, causing him to hiss while giving her a stern expression.

"I can't believe you did this to her when she's been through enough, Jey, but I can't blame you only partially," Bianca said as she folded her arms.

"Can you guys give us a moment alone—" Before I could say anything, Montez spoke up.

"Nah, I wanna hear what he has to say in front of me and Bianca," He said as I rolled my eyes at him, looking at Bianca for some help.

She understood, looking at her husband and signaling him with her head for them to go outside so that Jey and I could speak to each other. He wanted to protest, but Bianca threw her hand up, making him flinch while grabbing his ear and dragging him outside.

"If anything happens, just let us know, okay?" Bianca said as I nodded my head.

I turned my head toward the view outside, admiring the tall buildings and the sky as I heard Jey sitting down on the couch.

I could feel him staring down at me deeply, but I could not say anything right now. "Can you talk to me, please? Minks," he was now begging me to talk to him when I didn't have anything to say.

"What is there to talk about, Josh? You made your choice; you don't want me, and I completely understand. Honestly, I'm not the type of girl you want who's all broken up, you know," I stated while folding my arms over my chest.

"Minks that's not true and you know that...I want you and only you," Jey said.

I scoffed at his statement knowing damn well that he didn't want me I mean I'm a broken spirit with commitment issues and trust issues due to what happened to me.

That's why I need to be alone for a while until I'm healed because if me and him continue this way, I'm going to end up killing myself, honestly.

"Look, I'm going to get straight to the point with you. We can't be doing this anymore, Josh. I have to heal and be alone before I end up doing something very compulsive." I could see his facial expressions change.

"W-what you mean?"

"I'm saying if we keep doing this, I might end up killing myself without a second thought," I said, making eye contact with him.

I could see that he regretted his actions and what he had done, but it's too late now. "I love you, Josh, I really do, but I just can't be doing this back-and-forth shit with you," He nodded his head while running his hands against his beard, feeling distraught.

He got up from the couch and walked towards me. I felt scared, not knowing what he was going to do, until he grabbed me by the chin and placed his soft lips upon mine.

This kiss seemed a bit different from what we normally do when we're together. We made out for a few minutes before he could pull away, gazing into my eyes.

"A'ight then...Yasmine, I'll see you whenever..." Jey said as he walked away from me, heading towards the door.

He looked back at me one more time before exiting my room. That's when Montez and Bianca came back in, seeing my face as flushed.

"Girl, what happened?" She questioned me.

"I-I don't know..."

✧˚° I was discharged from the hospital, and Montez, along with Bianca, decided to take me home since my car was wrecked from the accident. I placed my finger over my lips, reminiscing about the kiss we had shared earlier. It felt so different, but I couldn't pinpoint why it stirred such feelings in me. As we finally arrived home, I brushed the thoughts aside, not wanting to dwell on them any longer.

As I got out of the car, I was limping slightly, and Montez supported me as we walked toward the front door. Bianca unlocked it with her key, and we finally entered the house.

I assured Montez that I could go upstairs on my own. I carefully made my way up the steps, trying not to hurt myself. When I finally reached my bedroom, I shut the door behind me.

I plopped onto my soft bed, letting out a deep sigh as I placed my hands on my stomach and looked up at the popcorn ceiling.

I'm drowning in thoughts, hoping I'm making the right choice with Jey. I love him so much that I want him to stay, but I had to choose what was best for me, and this was the only option.

He and Liv can finally be happy knowing that I'm out of the picture, especially since I have to relinquish my title just for her to wave it in my face later on.

My thoughts were interrupted by the buzzing of my phone when I grabbed it out of my purse and saw that Trinity was calling me.

OTP Trin🤭🫶🏽: Hey, babygirl! Just checking in on you I heard you got discharged today. Minnie🧃: yeah, I'm okay Trin Trin🤭🫶🏽: you sure? You don't sound like it did something happen? Minnie🧃: you can say something like that... Trin🤭🫶🏽: what happened? 🤨 Minnie🧃: well I called things off between Me and Jey but the crazy thing is, is that we made out before he left... Trin🤭🫶🏽: YASMINE! Minnie🧃: whaaat??? he doesn't want me Trin what's the problem? Jey made his choice to be with Liv Trin🤭🫶🏽: honey you were supposed to push him away when he did that why didn't you? Minnie🧃: I don't know it felt different this time honestly, enough of that is him and Jon good? Trin🤭🫶🏽: not necessarily...but they're trying to keep cool Minnie🧃: oh well they will figure it out but I'm going to go so I can rest that damn hospital bed was so uncomfortable Trin🤭🫶🏽: kk get some rest okay?

CALLED ENDED.

I placed my phone next to me on the bed and went back to looking up at the ceiling, being in my thoughts yet again, hearing a knock on my door.

I saw Bianca coming in and shutting the door behind her as she sat down next to me in bed.

"Girl, what happened with you and Jey?" Bianca questioned me.

I knew that she was going to ask me what happened between me and him when I didn't really want to talk about it because I didn't know myself.

"I told you I don't know...B," I said, trying to avoid the conversation. She gave me a stern expression as I sighed.

"We made out...after I told him I wanted to end things between us with the whole best friend with benefits thing, this time it felt differently than before,"

She covered her face with her hand. "Yasmine, are you really crazy about this man?" she asked. I would be lying if I said I wasn't crazy for him, but I had to do what was right.

"I'm not B. I promise. I want to move on from this and focus on my career. I hope he and Liv do well together."

"Well, I understand, but don't break your promise, and remember to protect your heart." I nodded as she got up from my bed and headed towards the door, shutting it.

I sighed softly, praying that I wouldn't break my promise to myself because of his effect on me. I felt like if he had texted me, I would probably have texted him.

As soon as I said that, I felt my phone buzz. When I picked it up, I knew that it was him. He sent a message with an attachment, which made me nervous.

When I opened the message, my eyes went wide seeing his eight-inch pretty dick on my screen.

IMESSAGE 💬 Joshua🤍: I miss you mamas Joshua🤍: lemme' come get you

I was hesitant about it because I would be breaking my promise to myself, but I had to do something.

Yasmine🩵: Josh we can't and I can't Joshua🤍: c'mon it'll be one time and that's it you won't see me anymore I just wanna see your pretty ass face again Yasmine🩵: that's what you have Liv for Josh I'm not some type of rebound just because Liv isn't available for you. Joshua🤍: don't be like that Minks Yasmine🩵: this is how I truly feel Josh, I feel like a rebound for you that's all I'm ever going to be nothing more. Joshua🤍: mamas Yasmine🩵: look I gotta go Josh I got things to do Joshua🤍: please mama don't shut me out I'm sorry Yasmine🩵: I'm not shutting you out Josh I just need time to heal from all of this and if you're really sorry then you need to prove that to me honestly.

I placed my hand on my chest, trying to calm myself down, hoping that he wouldn't show up to convince me.

I got up from my bed and went to my dresser, pulling out a pair of clothes before heading into the shower. After my shower, I wrapped a towel around my body, and as I walked out of the bathroom, the cool breeze hit me.

I sat down on my bed and grabbed my phone. Noticing several missed calls from Jey, I decided to ignore them and turned my phone over.

As I did that, I began applying lotion to my skin, making sure I wasn't ashy. While I was in the middle of this, I felt my phone vibrating. When I picked it up, I saw that Jey was calling me again.

'Why is he calling me for when I already needed to say what I needed to say?'

I decided to ignore his call and put the lotion on my dresser before putting on my pajamas for tonight since it was going to be cold.

'He's calling me again bro.'

I'm being bombarded with calls and messages from him repeatedly. I lie down in my bed, get under my blankets, and start scrolling through my social media. That's when I check my notifications and see his messages and calls. I can't help but roll my eyes.

I know that ending things between us probably hurt him, but it hurt me even more. He only sees me as a rebound whenever Liv isn't giving him what he wants. He comes to me, knowing I'll always be there to give him something.

"You have one voice message from Joshua🤍"

I clicked on the message to see what he had to say before going to bed because I didn't have time for this.

Joshua🤍: Mama, please baby, I don't see you as that. You know how much I love you fr fr lemme' prove that to you please.

Turning off my phone and placing it on the charger, I realized I was entering another toxic cycle, this time with a different person than Melo.

I often struggle with situations like this, but I realized that I must prioritize my own healing and growth. I need to become a better version of myself. If he wants another chance, he will have to prove that he deserves it.

I just decided to send him a message back before heading to bed.

Yasmine🩵: Give me time, Josh. I need it. Then we will see from there, but for now, I need to heal.

I sent the message by turning off my phone, getting comfortable in my blankets, closing my eyes, and drifting off to sleep.

Something Bout' Us.

A/n: I honestly hope Yasmine heals and comes back from all of this trauma that she is dealing with at the moment, and I hope Jey gets it together.

JIMMY DID HIS BIG ONE TONIGHT. ALSO, I CANT STAND CM PUNK AND JEY LIKE THEY'RE ARE SO FUNNY, BRO, BIG BACK ASSES, LOL. THEN JIMMY DONE BROKE HIS TOE LIKE LAWD.

But I hope y'all enjoy this chapter. lmk in the comments below.

STAY UCEY.

HAPPY BIRTHDAY TO NAOMI 🩷🫶🏽

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