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islandheartprincess · 1 month ago

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bully!rafe ༚⁠ᵕ˖⁠♡ pt. 3

part 1 ✧ part 2 ✧ part 3

‧₊˚ ⋅ summary: he wasn't your boyfriend, why did he get so pissed seeing you talk to another guy. you put him in his place, but not long before he reminds you why you can't forget him

⋆. 𐙚 ˚ pairing: bully!rafe x sassy reader

୨ৎ .ᐟ a/n: ik this was long awaited, drk know how I feel ab this 1, feedback highly appreciated!

‧₊˚ ⋅ c!w: swearing, p in v, fingering, unprotected sex, reader is that bitch, switch sub & dom, reader makes fun of rafe, name calling

in an attempt to get your mind off things, especially about your last encounter with rafe, you found yourself out and about with your friends.

you guys spent a whole day having fun, ending your day at some nice little food spot that most kildare teenagers you knew hung out at. it was until your day took a turn when you were reminded of your actions from last week.

it's not like you exactly regretted what happened, quite the opposite. being stuck in a state of disbelief, you were still struggling to process what even happened.

yet everytime you saw rafe, it was like it never happened. you still saw him acting as the same playboy flirt as always, the same dickhead.

for rafe, he knew that one encounter wouldn't satisfy his need for you. being the man he is, he tried to shut you out. when fucking some girl he couldn't remember the name of, it was your face he was picturing. and, your name he moaned on accident.

he also knew you seeing him with random girls wouldn't sit well with you. convincing himself, how the poor girl you are, you would just sit there and wait until he came back to you. you weren't pathetic like he was, he should've known better.

so when you saw his face, it almost felt as though the people around you disappeared. your heart skipped a beat, but you quickly regained control of yourself, and came back to reality. turning back to your friends, laughing and returning to the conversation.

no, he wasn't disappointed in your underwhelming reaction, was he? hm, trying to play cool, that must've been your plan. not for long though, he was determined on getting back your attention.

rafe was seated down with his friends, hoping nobody would notice his odd behavior. his eyes were on you, pretentiously watching and waiting until your gaze landed on him. you couldn't have appeared more unaware and unbothered, it was like he wasn't even there!

"hellloooo? you there bro?" he was snapped out of his trance by toppers hand waving in front of his eyes. he honestly forgot there were other people around him, "huh? yeah- uh, what?" his friends around him snickered, "dude, did you even hear anything we were talking about?" topper continued.

"nah man, he was too busy staring at those chicks over there." kelce teased, tilting his head in your direction. your friends noticed their stares, nudging eachother with giggles.

"really guys? ignore them! there total losers...." you shunned the girls around you, with a pout on your lips. one of the girls continued her giggling, "kelce is like, so cute tho! i really hope they come over here!!"

that would be your last wish. there is no way you'd want rafe Cameron and his stuck-up friends to come over here. rafe, ugh, he would just look at you, thinking of some snarky comment to say. with his annoying, stupid, gorgeous, soft, lips. huh?

their swooning quickly settled over. "im gonna go order a snack or something" you mumbled to your friends. you stood up, and made your way over to order. you took notice to the familiar cute taller boy standing next to you, waiting on an order. perhaps you'd seen him in one of your classes before

for some reason, you felt a little confident today. wanting to spark up a conversation, you turned your head over to him. "hey, i think I've seen you before?" he looked to you, before his lips quickly raised into a smile. "yeah, you go to [school name] too! i think we have some classes together!" his face lit up, as you two conversed getting to know each other a little.

he flirted a little, you flirted back, and before he picked up his order, he gave you his number. unbeknownst to you, rafe was watching you the whole time. he felt his fists tighten into a ball, feeling furious as he watched the boy smile at you.

who the fuck was he to be talking to you like that? and who the fuck were you to be whoring yourself out to him. it was just a conversation, right, but he thought he made it clear, you were his.

rafe quickly stood up when he saw you headed toward the bathroom, "gotta piss guys," he said quickly departing from his table.

he jogged a little to catch up to you, grabbing your arm and pushing you into the bathroom.

you gasped, ready to scream at the sudden ambush, but rafe quickly slapped his hand onto your mouth. when you saw it was him, you were a little relieved. then you remembered it was rafe cameron, and returned to your state of panic.

"did you forget what I told you? hm? last time in the hallway?" his voice was highlighted with fury, your mind quickly pinning what he was talking about. the memory replaying "you're only my slut, kay?" his voice echoing in your head. you shoved his hand off you, catching your breath.

"what the fuck, rafe? are you insane?" panting, thinking that he truly must've lost it. "holy, we literally just talked, that's it." you shouldn't have been defending yourself, he had no right to an answer. he looked at you with confusion, placing his hands behind his head.

"y-you just talked? really, so, you didnt get his number or anything." you couldn't believe the words coming out of his mouth "if i did is that your business? are you stalking me or something?" you shoved him backwards, making him stumble and continued your rant.

"also, i don't remember you being my boyfriend or anything. you've also been having fun with your fair share of chicks isn't that right?" he went silent, anger fueling up.

"nothing to say now? c'mon you had a lot to say to me before, fucking dragging me into a bathroom." rafe opened his mouth, trying to find the right words but just ending up stuttering in his fake confidence

"right, how could I forget, you're just a pussy. always will be." laughing in his face, watching the way his lip quivered very seemingly furious. "don't fucking call me a pussy. 'm not a pussy." his fists balled at his side.

"mmm, no i think you are baby. too pussy to talk to me normally, too pussy to ask me out, too pussy to fuck me?" the way you spoke made him almost forget he was supposed to be in control.

rafe finally grabbed you, eager to shut you up. you yelped and knew you were gonna get what you wanted. he slammed you over onto the sink of the bathroom, roughly grabbing your ass. "god, y'just don't know when to stop talking." he groaned into your ear while unbuckling his pants.

you bit your lip, hiding a giggle. he pulled down your pants, and harshly slapped your ass. "fuck, that hurts!" you squeaked, but he barely heard you. "it hurts? im gonna make you hurt a lot worse sweetheart."

it was almost unbelievable how aroused you were hearing him talk to you like that, and when rafe pulled your panties aside, he was also in disbelief. "damn, you're wet." letting out a moan in response as he put two fingers inside you.

"fuuuck you're even tighter than the first time, can't wait to break you in" humping back into his hand, your patience faltering.

he quickly pulled his fingers out, shoving his boxers down and spitting onto his dick. you looked up into the mirror, watching him jerk himself off before meeting his tip to your entrance.

you felt a slight burn when he first shoved his tip in, the penetration feeling odd and uncomfortable. "ngh, oh my-" gasping, when he slowly shoved his length more and more into you.

rafe had to resist the urge to fully slam into you, but he wasn't that mean. when he finally was fully into you, he moaned so loudly into your ear. "you're squeezing me so tight babe"

the uncomfortableness quickly turned to pleasure as he started off slowly pacing into you, and you knew it wouldn't last long before he started slamming in and out of you.

quickening his pace, you could feel the counter of the sink digging into your hips. your fingers tightened around the countertop, rafe's roughness pushing you into it everytime he fucked into you.

rafe latched his hand onto your hair, yanking your head back. "look at how well you're taking me, fuck!" your eyes were forced up to the mirror, looking at the unreal scene in front of you.

the room was filled with the sounds of skin slapping and groans. his cock doing unexplainable things to you, you felt yourself black out when your high was nearing.

"oh my- rafe, fuck, rafe im close" blabbering, as your vision went out only feeling him inside of you. "yea? cum on my dick princess"

his eyes were focus on the mirror, how good you looked being fucked out of your mind. he should've lasted a little longer, but with a girl like you he could cum in his pants. not the first time it's happened.

his breathing was heavy, hearing your moans made his cock twitch inside of you. he was sooo close, unable to hold himself back.

you felt yourself cum all over his dick, your sight returning as your brain started functioning again, heavy in ecstasy. he kept slamming into you, aware that he was close.

"m' close, so close baby" groaning out, his grip on your waist was harsh. "yea? cum inside me rafe." you said with a stern tone, a tone that made him release in seconds, his cum shooting up into you.

slowing down, he pulled out and watching your shared semen drip out of you. he grabbed a paper towel, and cleaned you up with minimum effort.

you finally picked yourself up from your bent position, knowing you would have some bruises next morning. pulling your pants up, and turning around to face him.

he looked up at you, heart beating a little faster when you stepped over to him.

you wrapped your arms around his neck, kissing his jaw "maybe you're not as pussy as i thought" you giggled into his ear, grabbing his face and kissing him before walking out of the bathroom.

it couldn't get better than this for rafe cameron. the woman of his dreams, but it wasn't that easy to work it out.

part 1 , part 2(≽^•˕• ྀི≼)

i think this will be the last part, sorry im not as active but please give feedback <3

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rainroses45 · 2 months ago

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My Niece is a Goldfish?

۶ৎ description: Imagine when Dean goes to go pick up Sam from college, not only is the news of John being missing brought up but another little surprise was on its way. Dean Winchester x fem! reader ۶ৎ a/n: I have like 4 different incomplete stories in my notes app rn and I'm just so lazy because who the hell wants to read my garbage when people want smut but oh well i tried…not my best not my worst idc (Not edited) ۶ৎ song inspiration: Back to the Basics - Lana Del Rey ۶ৎ Warnings: ZIP ZERO NONE NADA

“Woah dude, why is there a car seat in the back?” Sam stopped in his tracks, raising an eyebrow at the floral pink booster.

Dean had just broken into his apartment like a serial killer in the middle of night, dragged Sam out into the street after somehow convincing him to join him on trying to locate their dead beat father, and now there is a missing infant.

“Great.” Sam thought, “Dean caused an Amber alert.”

“Shit!” Dean scurried to the impala, hoping - no, praying that his brother developed cataracts or something. “I told them not to leave the car.”

“Them?!” Sam followed Dean around the impala. “What are you talking about?!”

“I told her not to leave,” Dean angrily said while dialing your number, “and what does she do,” he puts the flip phone to his ear, “she leaves.”

“Dean,” Sam walked over to him, still being completely ignored, “hellloooo??” He waved his hands in front of his older brother. “Who are you talking about?”

“Pick up, pick up,” Dean ignore him, anxiously tapped his thigh looking around, waiting for the phone to stop ringing, and your voice to answer.

“Okay if you are about done now with your little tap routine, I’m going back-“ Dean grabbed Sam’s shirt pulling him back like a dog on a leash.

“They couldn’t have gone far-” He shoved the flip phone in his pocket, frantically searching the area with worried eyes. “Dean let go man…” “You take that direction and I’ll check this side, maybe if we..”

“Dean, sweetie did you find Sam?”

And is if the lights from heaven sent a giant satellite beam on you, Dean turned around blindly searching for your voice.

“Oh my dear cream of tartar where have you been?!” Dean flared his hands down looking at you like you’ve been missing for months.

“Okay what the actual fuck is going on?” Sam was close to just throwing his duffle bag at the window, heading back into bed, and taking a melatonin.

Dean waved him off unfortunately to his demise. “Not right now bowl head I just saw all of my lives flash before me.”

“You’re such a baby.” You commented. You held what looked like to sam a tiny sack of potatoes with a pink blanket covering it from the winds.

“Does that mean I get to-“

“NO!” Both you and Sam scream - both for different reasons but the same sense of warning nonetheless.

“Okay can someone explain to me what is happening right now?”Sam ran his hands through his hair desperately trying to contain a forming headache from all this mojo of chaos.

“Well my dear Sammy, while you went off to college I decided to adopt the brady brunch- what the fuck do you think happened?” Dean rolled his eyes in annoyance walking over to you and the baby.

Sam now able to adjust his eyes realized the sack of potatoes turned out to be a little baby with the rosiest checks ever.

“I didn’t think you would end up with child.” Dean groaned at Sam’s comment.

“What are we the England Monarch? No of course I didn’t plan on bringing a baby into this world but stuff happens..” Dean trailed off, shrugging his shoulders like it was no big deal. Sam on the other hand was having a whole mental gymnastics session trying to figure out how the hell things changed so fast.

“How is my little precious princess doing,” your husband pulled the blank down gently to see his daughter’s beautiful eyes peak out. She had the same sparkle and shape as yours to the point he could even see the tiny hew surrounding the pupil - she was beautiful.

“Sorry for leaving sweetheart,” you said to Dean, watching his cute reaction to his daughter gazing up at him. “She was getting fussy in the car waiting so I decided to take her on a little stroll.” You moved her down to your arms, cradling her into your chest.

“Would it have killed you to answer the phone at least?” Dean sighed as the rate of his heart finally matched his breathing.

“Sorry my phone died.” You knew your husband would be worrying about you but by the time you thought to call, you phone screen turned black with a red battery sign on.

“That’s okay just- I don’t know, shoot a flare gun or something just please don’t leave without telling me.”

“I won’t.” You smiled. He in return left a soft kiss to your check and a butterfly kiss to your daughter. She smiled at her father’s touch, making you both smile back; hearts so full with love, before the moment was ruined.

“So I have a niece?”

“No you have a pet goldfish, suprise!” Dean sparkled his hands around annoyingly, if he had known picking up his brother would be this tiring he might have just let Sam be stuck in his cob web filled books. . “How the hell you got into Stanford is beyond me.”

“That’s enough Dean,” you snickered as your husband rolled his eyes. “I think it’s nice to see you again Sam, although on different circumstances would have been nice.” You walked towards the impala, Dean already opened the back door for you as you hopped in with your little princess.

“Wow I just- I never took you as a father figure,” Sam looked down shocked, “I mean I didn’t even see you as one to settle down - no offense Y/n.”

“Umm very much taken Samuel.” You had been dating Dean since you both were 15, so to say he wouldn’t stick around after the shit show of high school was highly offensive.

“Everyone buckle up,” Dean readjusted his review mirror starring at you, as you buckled in your seven month old daughter. His whole life in the back of his car.

Sam clipped in his seatbelt, “Soooo am I going to have to interrogate the baby for answers orrr..”

“This is going to be a long car ride.” You smiled as Dean groaned.

“Well it all started when…”

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valyvinny · 18 days ago

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╰┈➤ ❝ Caleb┆彡 My fault ❞

PAIRING : Caleb x reader (afab) GENRE : Angstyyyy WORD COUNT : 1083 TAGS : mentions of murder, attempted murder, mentions of blood, little to no comfort, mentions of surgery, reader gets hurt A/N : Hellloooo. I can't believe I chose to write ANGST for my very first written piece here. But after going through Caleb's cards, I felt like it was necessary. I'm probably gonna follow this up with something lighter. So enjoyyyy :)

Viper strikes and injures you, Caleb is furious.

Red. So much red. His otherwise crisp and pristine uniform now disheveled and drenched crimson with your blood.

Patients, doctors and nurses alike sneak glances at him whispering to each other, too afraid to look him in the eye. What could possibly bring the usually calm and composed colonel to the hospital in such panic and disarray?

Caleb lets out a shaky breath. He tries to will his hands to stop trembling, tries to calm his racing heart. But all he sees is flashes of you. Your precious face, pale as a ghost, the giant gash in your abdomen from where Viper’s blade sliced through you, your teary eyes. He clenches his jaw. He promised. He promised.

He was supposed to be there. It’s his fault. He promised to stay by your side at all times. It’s his fault. He wasn’t there. It’s one thing if you were hurt in Linkon. But it’s an entirely different thing that you got hurt right under his nose, in Skyhaven, his territory. How could he have been so careless?

Caleb paces up and down the hospital corridor, silently praying that you were okay. That you were alive. You’d been in surgery for hours now and with each minute stretching agonizingly by, the less optimistic he became. What if….no, he couldn’t bring himself to imagine the worst. He couldn’t fathom a world without you. It was simply incomprehensible. The grief would tear him inside out until nothing but a hollow shell of his person would remain.

You were his entire universe. You were his every waking thought, every breath, the only reprieve in his entire wretched existence. Without you, there was no rhyme nor reason.

“Sir” a voice calls out to him

Liam stands opposite the Colonel, saluting him.

“Sir we’ve located Viper, he’s eastbound to-“

Liam gets cut off by the doors of the operation theater opening. From it, the lead surgeon emerges, clad in a pair of blue scrubs. Caleb motions for Liam to stop.

“Later”, he says as he rushes to receive news about you.

“How is she?” He asks.

Part of him just doesn’t want to hear it, but he needs to know. He needs to know if you’ve made it.

“The surgery was challenging. She lost a lot of blood. The cut was quite extensive and we had to perform a-“

“Just cut to the chase” Caleb quipped through gritted teeth, his patience wearing thin.

“She’s stable for now. We’re going to be keeping her under observation for the next couple of days to sure the wound heals well and doesn’t contract any infection. We’ve transferred her to the ICU. But I have to warn you Colonel, it might take a while for her to recover.”

Caleb heaves a sigh of relief. He feels his nose prickle and eyes sting. A lump forms in his throat. He wants to cry. He wants to so badly just drop to his knees and sob his heart out. But he can’t, not with so many eyes on him.

Nothing matters but the fact that you’re alive. If recovery takes a while, so be it. He’ll be with you through every step of the way. He’ll never leave your side. Not again. Not with such dangers lurking in every corner. He won’t fail you again.

“Can I see her?” He asks. His voice feeble.

The surgeon looks at him with pity.

“Yes of course. But you might want to change out of your outfit colonel. I’m sure we have a spare pair of scrubs you can wear”

Caleb nods curtly at him “Yes I believe that would be appropriate”

Caleb is in the ICU, now donning a pair of scrubs. He looks comical, the hem of the scrub pants just barely reaching his shins. He’s sure if he moves an inch, the top would ride up his torso. In other circumstances, this unfortunate attire would have reduced you into a fit of giggles. But not now.

Now you lay in a hospital bed, unconscious. The harsh white lights of the ICU casts a pearlescent glow, making you look almost angelic.

Caleb leans down next to your bed. His heart clenches. You look peaceful in your slumber, a sharp contrast to how you were merely hours ago. The only evidence of the incident being the large bandage dressed across your abdomen in place of the gash.

He takes a second to brush his fingers against your cheek, cradling your face in his hand gently. Tears well up in his eyes and this time, he let them fall, in the safety of the curtains surrounding your bed.

Fat tears roll down his cheeks as he tries to muffle the sound of his sobs with his hands. He only felt shame. Guilt. What kind of Colonel was he if he couldn’t protect the one thing, the only person that ever mattered?

As his form wracks with sobs, Caleb feels a hand wrap feebly around his wrist.

“Caleb…”

You were awake, barely so, your eyes half lidded as you fought the fatigue that threatened to consume your body.

“Caleb I’m sorry” you whisper

Caleb quickly dries his tears on his sleeve, composing himself.

“Don’t be pipsqueak. It’s not your fault” he says, kissing your palm. He flashes you a smile. But you know it’s disingenuous, that he's hiding behind a facade.

“Get some rest. I’ll be right here when you wake up”

You nod before your eyes close shut and it’s not long before your chest begins to rise and fall rhythmically, pulling you again into deep sleep.

“Sir” Liam says, approaching the Colonel.

“I’m sorry to interrupt, but if we don’t intercept Viper soon, we may lose him”

Caleb grits his teeth. The very mention of that bastards name makes him seethe with rage.

He spends one last minute stroking your hair, planting a kiss on the top of your head, before heading out.

One thing remained clear to him. Viper is going to suffer the most excruciating death possible. He’s going to crush every single one of his bones individually, make him bleed until he lay in a crimson pool of his blood, torture him until he begs for death as his mercy. That was his promise to you.

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lnfours · 8 days ago

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focal point ☆ chapter 5 | l.n

summary: oh damn, never seen that color blue…

warnings: art student!reader, best friend/college student!oscar, college student!lando, slight enemies to lovers!au, slight grumpy x sunshine, some more filler (IM SORRY ITS FOR THE PLOT!!!!!), fluff (EEKK!!!!), subtle foreshadowing, unedited as fuck, and hints at a strained family relationship (trauma!!)

message from jordan: hi everyone! long time no see, huh? 😅 i'm so sorry for being mia and for not updating this series in so long, i decided to take a small break from almost all socials. but don't worry, we're back and better than ever <3 as always, thank you for being so patient with me. i hope this chapter is worth the wait!! see you soon, for real this time :) - p.s i hope you enjoy that taylor swift reference in the summary, cause, iykyk 🙂‍↕️

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“hellloooo earth to oscar!”

it was no use. this was the third time he had unintentionally interrupted your conversation to respond to a text. all while doing so with a giddy smile, one you had never seen light up his face quite like this one did.

you had come over right after class, the two of you agreeing to hang out and catch up. it had been a while since it had just been the two of you hanging out, the inevitable busy schedules really hitting hard during your last semester. you missed your best friend.

missed meaning past tense. because although he was your best friend, right now, you wanted to snap his neck.

"oscar jack piastri!"

"oh- sorry," he mumbled the same apology for the third time this afternoon, "sorry, i was just texting someone. it's nothing, what were we talking about?"

you gave him a blank stare, "were you texting your secret girlfriend?"

you noticed the way his eyes widened a little upon mentioning the word ‘girlfriend’, "okay, one, she's not my girlfriend. and two, no. i was texting max."

and for the four years you've known oscar piastri, you could always tell when he was lying. and this time, he was lying right to your face.

you decided to play along with his game, letting him think he won this time. so you hummed, nodding your head, "okay, fine, if you say so."

"i'm sorry," he apologized again, locking his phone and placing it face down on the kitchen counter, "you have my full attention now, promise. what were you saying?"

"i was telling you about last week."

"right, with lando and the diner thing, right?" he asked and you hummed, taking a piece of popcorn from the bowl in between the two of you, "wait a minute, how'd you go from hating his guts and it being unbearable to be within 5 feet of him to 'oh my god he took me to breakfast'?"

"you know that party lily practically dragged me to?" when he nodded you spoke again, "apparently i really suck at beer pong and he helped me back to the apartment and helped lily take care of me. it was really sweet, actually."

he smiled softly before letting out a quiet snort, "sorry, just never thought i'd hear you say the words 'lando' and 'sweet' in the same sentence."

"i'm serious!" you sighed, pouting ever so slightly.

"no, i know!" he laughed softly, "it's just... you're just now finding out what i've been trying to tell you for the longest time? that he's actually a really good dude?"

you bit down on your lower lip softly, "i didn't really give him a chance, huh?"

"not really, no," he chuckled softly, "but it's okay. he didn't exactly help out his own case either, in all honesty."

you nodded in agreement, the front door to the apartment creaking open. you both turned to see lando kicking off his shoes, placing his keys on the hook by the door.

he smiled at you and oscar, "hey,"

"hey," oscar smiled, answering for you as well as you took in his appearance. messy curls, tight black t-shirt, grey sweatpants, duffel bag on his shoulder and a soft glow on his skin, you could tell he had just gotten back from the gym.

arms. biceps. veins. god, you should probably speak before you embarrass yourself...

it was too late though, he had already seen the way your eyes traveled over his body. he decided to put the mental note in the back of his mind for now, instead checking the watch on his wrist.

"oh shit, i didn't mean to keep you waiting, y/n."

you tapped your phone screen, looking at the time. it was 4:35, just five minutes passed when you said you'd meet up. it really wasn't a big deal. you didn't even know it had gotten that late already.

"no, no, it's fine. didn't even notice, if i'm honest," you smiled and he sent you a smile back. oscar watched the two of you like a tennis match, cheekily grinning at the counter.

"i have some of those papers you had me work on the other day, they're in my room if you wanna..."

"oh- yeah! yeah, sure," you smiled, grabbing your things as oscar silently laughed at the way you acted around his roommate. how you were unintentionally tripping and stumbling over your own feet and your words, how lovestruck you became.

you followed lando to his room, placing your things down and taking a seat on the edge of his bed as he looked through his closet for a change of clothes, "i'm just gonna shower real quick, make yourself at home, though."

you smiled, nodding his way as he closed the door behind him. after all this time, you had never thought you'd see the other side of this door. his room was slightly messy, due to his busy schedule and his active lifestyle. posters of cars and, seemingly, his favorite video games hanging on the walls. the bookshelf that sat in the corner of the room was littered with different textbooks at the bottom and little die cast models of his favorite cars, along with a few formula one cars that you had recognized. the top shelf stood out the most to you, though.

a picture frame of him and who you had assumed to be his family. a family photo taken during christmas, all of them dressed in matching pajamas. a big happy family.

the photo, for whatever reason, brought tears to your eyes. a smile on your face as you sniffled quietly, putting the photo frame back down on it's designated shelf.

the door opened, causing you to turn around as he closed the door behind him, "sorry, i figured you'd prefer if i didn't smell like a guy's locker-room."

you laughed softly, wiping away the small tear that came from your eye, "god, yeah,"

"hey," he said, sitting down on the bed beside you, immediately disregarding the notebook he was grabbing beforehand, "what's wrong? you okay?"

you nodded, waving a hand dismissively, "yeah, yeah, i'm fine. i just- for whatever reason, when i looked at that picture of you and your family it just uhm..."

he patiently waited for you to finish your sentence, "it just brought back some feelings that i wish it hadn't, that's all."

"fuck, i'm so sorry," he said.

"no, no," you shook your head, "you don't have to apologize, if anything i should be the one who's apologizing."

"you don't have to apologize for having emotions."

you smiled softly, feeling another tear fall from the corner of your eye. this time, he gently brought his hand up to your face, his thumb brushing over your cheek as he wiped it away.

the action made you breathless, as if the way he was looking into your eyes hadn't already. a mysterious color you couldn't quite put your finger on. it was a mix between blue, green and grey.

whatever it was, it was gorgeous and captivating at the same time.

you cleared your throat, the two of you moving away from the gap that had slowly been closing. your fingers untwisting themselves from his, you growing flushed at the fact that you had, at some point, interlocked your fingers with his unknowingly.

"sorry," you mumbled softly.

"'m sorry," he said at the same time. you both shared a soft and awkward chuckle before he grabbed his notebook from behind him.

"so, i had a few questions about chapter 15."

"go on," you said, studying his side profile as he explained the areas he was having trouble with. pretty tanned skin littered with freckles and moles, curls that perfectly kissed the skin on the back of his neck and his forehead.

the sentence lily had said to you last week repeating itself into your brain:

“...and it’s not like i don’t see the way he looks at you. he definitely is feeling something he doesn’t want to show just yet,”

oh, fuck.

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captainpissofff · 2 years ago

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Why the disclaimer when you're spitting 100% absolute facts?

Does anyone want to hear my Buffy and Angel sexuality headcanons?

No?

Well here we go:

*DISCLAIMER: THESE ARE MY OPINIONS, NOT FACT. IF YOU DISAGREE, PLEASE DO NOT HATE AND FEEL FREE TO TELL ME OTHERWISE POLITELY*

Buffy: Have you seen the way Buffy looks at Faith? She’s bi imo with a strong preference for guys. Also, I loved the Slayer coming out scene to Joyce so much ahh

Willow: I have always been super conflicted about Willow bc, like, yes it’s bi erasure but also she says that she’s a ‘lesbian now’

So I think she’s abrosexual but constantly likes girls

Xander: Ik Xander screams hetero energy BUT hear me out

I think Xander’s little freak out about Willow came from a place of Bi curiosity

Giles: I have nothing to say but Ethan Rayne

Faith: Faith, my girlfriend for all time, could be bi or pan. I think she’s pan bc she just seems like gender doesn’t matter

go get that Buffy girl

Angel, Spike, Drusilla and Darla: My little headcanon is that all vampires are bi/pan. I think Dru and Darla show less preference for men, so I thought they might be pan

Cordelia: Cordy is that straight friend who takes you to pride and twenty (20) seconds later she’s chatting up like 15 men and women, but she’s still straight

Anya: Same logic as the vamps. She’s a demon. She used to be immortal. She probably likes everyone.

Wesley: *cough cough* CHARLES GUNN. I see you Wesley.

Fred: Fred, my gf who will never love me. I just don’t get a queer vibe.

Lorne: They did Lorne SO DIRTY! He is totally gay. The musicals. The pseudo-coming out storyline. Wizard of Oz. I don’t mean to feed into stereotyped but…

Andrew: Yes I put him before Gunn. Yes, I did forget him in the Buffy section.

Andrew and his Warren crush are proof enough to me tbh.

Gunn: Gunn my sweet baby boy please go kiss Wesley ok bye

Ethan Rayne: He loves Giles. Need I say more

Oz: Oz gives me bicurious energy. Not fully bi, not fully straight. Just drifting around. Love him

Dawn: Dawn is just a lovely little straight daughter of two gays. I love that for her

Tara: Tara is last, but not least, because this is canon! Go her! Also rip

ok thank you for listening bye bye love you x

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married-to-google-translater · 4 months ago

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HELLLOOOO!!! You could do a Skully reaction upon discovering that the female Reader he has a crush on is a great opera singer with a beautiful, powerful voice. In the second part of the Nightmare Before Christmas event Skully says he likes opera even if it's a bit scary, he even offers to do a duet with Jack Skellington, so imagine it would be nice to see Skully's reaction to a female Reader who is a singer.

Skully J. Graves

Oh this would be interesting.

You and Skully would have dated for a while.

He would really enjoy your company.

Skully and you would go on many dates together.

On one of these dates, you would mention that you are an opera singer.

Skully would get really really really really excited.

This man likes opera and you so this would sound perfect.

Ooooh Skully would love to sing with you.

You could do so much together.

He could listen to your voice for hours.

And if you ever sang with Jack Skellinkton...

Well, this would be straight out of his daydream.

Skully would have dreamed about it a few times XD

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lightsoutnaway · 9 months ago

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Hellloooo can I request Carlos x Reader meeting his dad/family for the first time??

Thank youuu!!!

Meet the Family

PAIRING: Carlos Sainz Jr. x Reader

WARNINGS: None

SUMMARY: You meet Carlos' family at the Spanish Gran Prix.

WORD COUNT: 1,114

A/N: Thank you so much for this request! Sorry it took so long for me to get to. I've just gotten through a big series of projects at work though, and I have a lot of free time opening up! I appreciate your patience.

You were hanging your clothes in the closet of the hotel that you were staying at. You really wished they would build a track in Madrid so you could have one race where you and Carlos got to sleep at home. You picked up your last dress, sliding it onto a hanger and placing it in the hotel closet.

“What do you want to do for dinner?” You asked Carlos as you started putting your shoes away.

“My dad has a dinner reservation for all of us tonight,” Carlos told you. You froze.

“Your dad?” You asked.

“Yes,” Carlos answered. “My mom and sister too.”

“You didn’t tell me they would be here!” You exclaimed. Carlos looked over at you. He hadn’t realized your panic until then.

“It’s the Spanish Gran Prix. I assumed you would know,” Carlos replied.

“I assumed you would give me a warning before I met your family,” you told him. You ran a hand through your hair. Carlos tried to hold in a smile at your anxiety. “I don’t have gifts for any of them, Carlos.”

“You don’t need gifts for them,” Carlos said.

“My clothes aren’t nice enough either,” you continued. “I didn’t bring anything that’s right for dinner with your parents.”

“You look perfect right now,” Carlos replied. You weren’t really listening. You stopped and looked at him.

“Carlos, what if they hate me?” You asked. Carlos frowned.

“They will not hate you,” Carlos assured you.

“How do you know?” You pressed.

“Because I love you. And they’re my family,” he answered. You took a deep breath.

“Are you sure they won’t hate me?” You asked. Carlos chuckled.

“They’ll love you, mi amor. My mother has been asking about you for months,” he told you. “She tells me how much happier I seem every time we talk. She knows it’s because of you.” Your cheeks warmed and your heart skipped a beat.

“What about your dad?” You asked. You knew how much Carlos loved and respected his father. The approval of Carlos Sainz Sr. was something that you found yourself wanting the same way his son did.

“He’ll love you too, amor,” Carlos assured you. “They all will. You’re going to fit right in.” You took a deep breath and nodded hesitantly.

“Do you really think that they’ll like me? You’re not just saying it?” You asked. Carlos reached up and pushed a hair out of your eyes.

“Yes, mi amor. I have no worries. They will love you almost as much as I do,” he assured you. “We’re meeting them in an hour.” Your heart leapt in your chest. Meeting your boyfriend’s parents with one hour notice wouldn’t have been your first plan, but it didn’t give you much time to worry. When you arrived at the restaurant Carlos Sr., Reyes, and Blanca were all there already. You weren’t late, but the idea that you had kept them waiting already had you expecting that they hated you. Instead when you walked up Reyes wrapped you in a hug, quickly followed by her husband and daughter.

“Y/N! It is so good to meet you,” Reyes greeted. Reyes hugged her son as Blanca kissed your cheeks. “Ella es muy bonita, Carlito,” Reyes praised her son.

“My son never stops talking about you,” Carlos Sr. said as you sat down. “He tells us all about your job.” You looked at Carlos, a bashful expression spreading over your face.

“Yes, I love my job. It’s not quite as exciting as being a racecar driver, but I like it,” you said.

“I’ve asked him some questions, but I’m not sure he listens to you as well as he should…” Carlos Sr. proceeded to ask you about your career, clearly impressed by the fact that you were so advanced in your field. Blanca quickly took to you, her sense of humor matching yours–similar to her brother. Reyes didn’t say much but as she watched her son fawn over you, she didn’t find the need to ask you anything.

“Do you want the last bite?” Carlos held out a forkful of chocolate cake to you. You smiled and let him feed it to you.

“Thank you, my love,” you gushed before kissing his cheek. As sick as the sight made her, Blanca couldn’t help but be happy for her brother. Reyes and Carlos Sr. had knowing smiles on their faces as they watched their son. You were the one. They knew it just as well as their son did. Carlos Sr. paid for the meal before Carlos pulled your chair out for you, offering his arm to you as you exited the restaurant. Reyes and Blanca were chatting with you about where you would meet in the paddock tomorrow as Carlos went up to the valet stand with his father. The two of them handed their tickets to the valet before he walked off to get their cars. Carlos was watching you laugh with his mom and sister, his father observing the way his son stared at you so fondly.

“Don’t mess it up with this one,” Carlos Sr. warned his son. “You’re never going to do better.” Carlos looked over at his dad and chuckled.

“You don’t need to worry about that,” Carlos assured his father. Carlos opened your car door for you before all of you headed out.

“I’ll see you tomorrow!” You called to Carlos’ family through the open car window. Carlos smiled to himself before reaching over and innocently resting his hand on your leg as he drove back to the hotel.

“I told you that they would love you,” Carlos teased you.

“You were nervous when you met my parents,” you reminded him with a huff.

“Your dad is scary,” Carlos said.

“I told you that he would like you though,” you replied.

“And you were right. And I was right that my family would like you,” Carlos said. “We are just one big happy family.” You giggled.

“We’re family?” You asked softly.

“Yes,” Carlos said firmly. “Soon enough it will be legal too.” You looked at Carlos with wide eyes.

“What?” Your voice was small and hopeful. Carlos smirked.

“I thought I could adopt you,” he said. “Charles and Oscar made it seem fun.” You laughed at him. Carlos pulled up to the hotel.

“I don’t need to be adopted though. I’ve got parents,” you teased as Carlos helped you from his car. He smiled as he wound his fingers between yours. His fingertip rubbed against the empty spot on your left ring finger that would be occupied soon enough.

“That’s okay,” Carlos assured you. “I can think of another way to make you my family."

#carlos sainz x reader #carlos sainz jr x reader #carlos sainz fluff #carlos sainz imagine #carlos sainz fanfic #f1 x reader

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babyleostuff · 1 year ago

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Hellloooo

Can I request a fic where the members react to the reader always holding onto them in any way? Like could be hands or fidgeting with bracelets rings or anything else to keep them busy or for some emotional support (yk how jeonghan has his hammer)

Smth like that or it could be more domestic if you like

Thankyou:))

this is so cute :((( (screaming, crying, throwing up) + i decided to combine this with @cali-snow request: Can I request a reaction to playing with their fingers because you're bored or fascinated by their rings or you simply just like their hands?

holding onto them | ot13

CHOI SEUNGCHEOL

𓆩♡𓆪 he noticed how you’d always lace your pinky fingers whenever you’d be out at a party or a gathering, never fully holding his hand because you didn’t want to come off as clingy, but still in need of his touch

𓆩♡𓆪 after some time he came to the realisation that you’d do so for emotional support

𓆩♡𓆪 and if that didn’t make you even cuter to him, nothing would - Cheol is a protector and he loves being the protective one, he thrives off of the fact that you seek support in him (not that he’s happy about you being anxious or emotionally vulnerable)

𓆩♡𓆪 but the sheer fact that he is the person you turn to makes him so so happy

YOON JEONGHAN

𓆩♡𓆪 whenever you were sitting down next to him, you’d unconsciously grab his hand and trace your fingertips over his palm, scratching it with your nails lightly from time to time

𓆩♡𓆪 and that would happen almost every time you were together, no matter where you were

𓆩♡𓆪 to others, it simply looked like a cute gesture exchanged between two people in love, but Jeonghan knew you well enough to know that it had a bigger purpose

𓆩♡𓆪 one time he’d ask you about it, not to tease you or make you shy, he genuinely wanted to know why

𓆩♡𓆪 as it turned out, it helped you with overthinking and calming your anxiety (since then, he’d always give you his hand himself, before you even had the chance to reach for it)

HONG JOSHUA

𓆩♡𓆪 Joshua has very pretty hands and that’s not a secret, so naturally you love holding them, even more so when you are bored, finding his hands to be the perfect entertainment

𓆩♡𓆪 it became such a habit, that now he doesn’t even question it whenever you randomly start playing with his fingers or tracing the veins on his hand and arm

𓆩♡𓆪 at first he would get a bit shy, especially if you did it when people were around, but with time, he got used to it

𓆩♡𓆪 he’d always peck your forehead, and it would become your little signal - “Joshua, I’m bored.” “I know, darling.”

WEN JUNHUI

𓆩♡𓆪 whenever you’re out, on dates, parties, receptions, you always have your arm around Jun’s waist, under the jacket of his suit

𓆩♡𓆪 he thought you did it only to be near him, but once he overheard when you explained to your friend that it helps you with the anxiety and it calms you down

𓆩♡𓆪 at first he couldn’t really fathom how that is helping you in any way, with your overthinking mind, but the next time you wrapped your arm around his waist, he simply smiled at you and pulled your body closer to his

KWON SOONYOUNG

𓆩♡𓆪 holding hands is a big thing in your relationship - you rarely have your hand free, thanks to your clingy boyfriend

𓆩♡𓆪 but Soonyoung soon learned the difference between how you’d hold hands, because whenever you’d start tracing little circles with your thumb, he’d know you were feeling particularly stressed or anxious in that moment

𓆩♡𓆪 and it would be the perfect, little secret way of you silently telling that you needed extra support or care, so he’d always squeeze your hand a bit tighter, almost like saying “don’t worry, I’m right here”

LEE JIHOON

𓆩♡𓆪 being one of the anti physical touch squad members, made you look for a low key way of being near him, yet not making him feel overwhelmed in the process

𓆩♡𓆪 one time, when you were out with friends, you put your hand on his thigh, not paying much attention to it

𓆩♡𓆪 and you both found it to a perfect way to stay connected to each other, while not being over the top with your affection

𓆩♡𓆪 it was a sweet silent way of saying “yes, we’re together” while not shoving it directly into peoples’ faces

JEON WONWOO

𓆩♡𓆪 as Wonwoo is a person who’s a bit shy when it comes to PDA, you found the perfect solution to be near him, while not making him uncomfortable around others

𓆩♡𓆪 whenever you’d be seating down your hand would find its way to the back of his head

𓆩♡𓆪 you’d go between scratching his neck lightly to playing with the short strands of his hair, threading your fingers through them

𓆩♡𓆪 it made you both feel so content and happy, without being all over each other, the small touches of affection being more intimate than if you were to make out in front of others

XU MINGHAO

𓆩♡𓆪 Minghao loves his rings and you do as well

𓆩♡𓆪 they are the perfect distraction for your anxious and overthinking mind, the way you always twist them around his fingers and slip them on and off

𓆩♡𓆪 you picked up this habit early on in your relationship, and from the moment Minghao realised you play with them for emotional support, he always puts at least one ring on his finger in the morning (in addition to the seventeen ring)

𓆩♡𓆪 he finds it sweet how you unconsciously seek for his hand under the table, happy that something so simple helps you calm your racing mind

KIM MINGYU

𓆩♡𓆪 Mingyu surely takes great pride in his physique, but when he found out the reason why you always slide your hand around his bicep to hold it, it made him want to work out not only for the physical appeal, but for your comfort as well

𓆩♡𓆪 at some point you accidentally revealed how you always feel safe when holding onto him, his big and buff body being a safe little bubble for you

𓆩♡𓆪 that’s why you’d always hold onto him in big crowds or gathering of people, he was your not so little emotional support “item” and he couldn’t be happier knowing that

𓆩♡𓆪 plus, it’s Mingyu, he thrives off of physical touch, so it’s a win win situation for the both of you

LEE SEOKMIN

𓆩♡𓆪 Seokmin is the epitome of sunshine and comfort, so there is not much that he has to do to make you feel better

𓆩♡𓆪 you both automatically reach for each other’s hands wherever and whenever, and if your hands are not connected that means something is wrong

𓆩♡𓆪 as a result, hand holding is the perfect way of calming your anxiety or racing mind, mostly because it takes your focus off of the neverending thoughts

𓆩♡𓆪 you decided that if you squeeze his hand three times it means you need some extra support, which Seokmin would show through playing with your fingers, swaying your hands back and forth, comparing your hand sizes and rubbing soothing circles with his thumb

BOO SEUNGKWAN

𓆩♡𓆪 Seungkwan knows immediately when you’re getting bored, because you start to play with the hem or the sleeve of his shirt

𓆩♡𓆪 it always makes him giggle how you look more interested in the material than the actual conversation

𓆩♡𓆪 but he never minds it, he think it’s cute how your face is so concentrated on such a silly thing

𓆩♡𓆪 and it always makes him feel so soft and fluffy, because that way you’re near him, and he gets to have his favourite person right next to him (even if they’re bored)

CHWE VERNON

𓆩♡𓆪 as someone who’s a sucker for small touches and gentle gestures, I find (bear with me, because I’m not sure how to properly explain it), touching your partner without holding hands, or directly holding each other, I find it so sweet and intimate

𓆩♡𓆪 and I see Vernon as someone who enjoys these types of affection as well, the feeling of your body next to his

𓆩♡𓆪 that’s why you’d always be pressed up against him, without actually holding onto him

𓆩♡𓆪 and it would always calm you down and help you clear your mind a little, like his presence alone is so comforting, and you know that if you needed anything he’d be ready to help you in any way he could

LEE CHAN

𓆩♡𓆪 your go to distraction when you’re bored are Chan’s hands

𓆩♡𓆪 to you it’s a perfectly normal thing to mess with the rings on his fingers or trace mindless shapes on his palm, but Chan has to suppress the urge to smother you with kisses when you do so

𓆩♡𓆪 your face is usually scrunched in concentration, as if you were doing something extremely important, and he cannot resist the cuteness

𓆩♡𓆪 but as not to make you uncomfortable, Chan settles for putting an arm around your shoulders, so you can rest your head on his shoulder and keep on playing with his hands and fingers

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nouvxllev · 10 months ago

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Hiiii!

Could you write one for G!p Jenna x fem reader smut, where they are on their honeymoon going at it like rabbits, a few weeks after coming home they find out reader is pregnant?

Thank youuu

so-called "honeymoon phase"

Pairing: G!p!Jenna Ortega x Fem!Reader

Summary: request!! ^^

Words: 7.2k

Warnings: this is a long long one, just immediate smut, pregnancy ofc,

a/n: hellloooo and yes i definitely can!!! thank you sm for the request!!!!! i need to see jenna in more thom browne outfits ohmygodddd

masterlist.

"Jenna… O-Oh my God, f-fuck, baby, please…!"

Jenna's relentless thrusts rocked your back against the cold and hard surface of the kitchen island, feeling her cock stretching and filling you up, breaking you down to a whiny and desperate mess for her to satisfy herself.

A pathetic whine escaped your lips, letting her penetrate you even further as you feel your eyes roll back in pleasure while your legs— weakened by the amount of times she gave you countless of orgasms— were thrown over Jenna's shoulder, her hands digging into the skin of your waist, keeping you steady while she slammed you up and down on her hard cock.

Her mouth hung open, hot breaths followed by low moans eliciting from her pretty lips, a bead of sweat starting to form on her forehead as she kept bucking her hips deep inside you. "Fuck, y/n..."

You can feel her eyes roaming on your body, relishing in the way you look so fucking hot under her control; your eyes swelling in tears as you tried your best to muffle your sounds, your neck down to your chest littered with red markings and hickeys, your boobs bouncing along with her thrusts, your back arching everytime she slams you back on her dick, your ass red with markings of her hands coming down on you, your pussy slick with your own cum mixed with hers.

You looked so perfect with her thick cock sliding in and out.

The kitchen was a mess, especially the counter beneath you, now slick with your combined juices mixed with Jenna's sloppy pre-cum.

For what felt like a pleasurable eternity for hours on end, Jenna had taken full control over your trembling body, relentlessly driving her thick cock into your well-abused cunt while your desperate pleas of begging her to stop fell on deaf ears—ignoring your screams and moans as she rammed her shaft deep inside you.

"You're... f-fucking me so good, Jenna, oh God!"You squirmed beneath her, unable to do anything but uselessly cry out her name which sounded like an addicting lustful melody to her ears as she continued her assault on you. Her intent was clear—she wouldn't stop until your vision flicks dark.

Jenna looked fixated on this sinful sight of you, on how you were on the brink of tears from her harsh thrusts—your heated expressions being one of the things she loved the most when you were beneath her.

With each forceful thrust, she seemed to plunge deeper, her cock disappearing and reappearing in your tight heat while your clit glistened with slick and arousal, turning bright crimson red as Jenna overstimulated the poor sensitive bud, placing intense pressure as she pressed two of her fingers against it, rubbing with intensity that didn't seem to dwindle down.

"J-jenna! No, no, please, stop! Too much, I—" You cried out, eyes squeezed shut while your head pulled back as you feel another wave of an orgasm ripping through you, wrapping your arms around Jenna's back, your nails digging into her skin.

The smacks of skin on skin, Jenna's grunts and soft moans, and the wet squelching of her cock driving into you was enough for you, your pussy constantly clenching and unclenching around her hard length.

She tilted your chin up, your eyes meeting with someone lustful and dark, "Be a good girl and look at me, yeah?" Jenna's pace quickened all while moaning in immense pleasure. "I wanna see your pretty face fall apart beneath me."

"Yes, Jenna!" You screamed as your body arched off the counter to to accommodate her size, "Oh, fuck, don't stop!" She pulled back, her tip lathering on your slick before slamming back in, your pussy clenched around her cock that you struggled to take in full, a large bump visible on your abdomen.

Your hands reached over to Jenna's stomach, hoping to find something to hang on before you feel like you might pass out from her thrusts, feeling her labored breaths through her chest.

You can tell that she was close to her climax too.

"I need to pull out, y/n..." She whispered, her voice all too hot and raspy. Her hands that were seated along your sides a moment ago snaked around your waist, pulling you closer to her, her body tensing up, "'m gonna cum..."

"No! No, please, d-don't go!" A whiny, and all over pathetic, choke of a beg left your abused and marked lips, the though of Jenna pulling away from your pussy was just simply unbearable. "Fill me with your cum Jenna, please!"

"Are you sure, baby?" Jenna husked, her breath getting heavier with each slam.

You clung to her desperately, the hand that was on her stomach trailed over to her forearms, your nails digging into her skin as if you were trying to anchor her to you.

"I can take it..." You whined, begged, pleaded her, "p-please, I can take your huge cock, I'll—mmhph!"

Jenna's lips were pressed onto yours immediately, her lips leaving a faint taste of your juices earlier when she ate you out and with the faint flavor of her lipgloss, tilting her head to grant her even more access.

It was almost embarrassing how you kept moaning even when she has your lips latched onto yours, a string of saliva appearing everytime she tore her soft lips away.

Your hands rushed over to cup her cheeks, bringing her face impossibly closer to yours as you opened your mouth to let her hot tongue slip into yours, your fingers roaming all over her skin while you traced the contours of her face and neck as she made out with you, her tongue sinking in deeper and deeper, fighting a battle you soon surrendered.

You can feel her movements becoming more erratic, desperate, her rhythm starting to falter, yet she remained focused on you and your pleasure alone; her lips never leaving yours as she felt the knot in her stomach tightening.

Jenna tore away from your lips, a whine escaping your mouth from the loss of contact alone, "Fucking slut," she rasped, removing her grip from your body and slapping the plump curve of your ass, "You're gonna cum with me, alright pretty girl? I want your perfect cunt filled with our cum. You can do that for me, right?"

The sting sent a shiver of pleasure down your spine as she delivered a sharp slap to your ass that echoed across the room and managed to elicit a whimper and a gasp from you, your brain reprogramming itself to a primal need within yo to obey her every word.

"Yes, Jenna!" You moaned, your eyes rolling back and your toes curling while a string of desperate pleads left your mouth, begging Jenna to cum inside of you. "I want your cum, baby, please, I need it—Oh, God, fuck!"

Your body came before you can even react, a guttural groan and a pornographic moan came out of your lips while you felt Jenna burry herself deep inside you, her cock pulsing and twitching against your walls as she spilled her hot seed inside of you, her body shivering yet continued doing slow and long strokes to your cunt.

"Jenna! Shit, Jenna!" You cried out her name as you came undone, your chest heaving in exhaustion while letting the both of you ride out eachothers orgasms as you kept purposely clenching against her dick while she kept thrusting.

After a moment, Jenna collapsed against you. You feel her cum going no where but leaking onto the kitchen counter. Her breath came in ragged gasps, almost like she ran a marathon as she buried her face in the crook of your neck.

You look over to her once you came down from your own high, her messy fringe falling over her eyes with her head down low, her hips unintentionally bucking against your wet cunt, her body still shaking with pleasure.

It didn't take a while before she lifted herself up.

And it was still so amazing that her cock was still so hard even if it was still inside of you after cumming in you for like, what? Four times since the both of you woke up in a hot sweat after another intense fuck earlier night that left you silly and senseless.

She looked down at your puffy folds that covered her dick in a new layer of cum, her fingers reaching for your clit to coat them in your own slick and smear it against your lips, a sadistic smile finding its way across her face.

"Look at you… such a slut for me." She relished in the way you immediately opened your mouth to clean her fingers all on your own, your lips hanging open as you gave her the perfect view of your tongue swirling against her fingers while you looked up at her with the prettiest and desperate doe eyes.

"My perfect slut to fuck."

You hummed in agreement, the corners of your lips twitching into a smirk while your mouth eagerly kept sucking on her fingers as you savored the taste of your cum mixed with hers as you moaned softly against her digits, saliva coating her skin.

You know how much she loves it when you put on a show for her.

She called you her pretty girl, slut, whore, cumslut, or maybe her good girl if you obeyed to her orders (which almost never happens), and it always never fails to make your pussy throb in delight and the musky scent of her cock always managed to make you feel as if you were meant to be her cockwarming whore.

It's almost hard to believe this perfect girl was your wife.

"Yours," you whispered breathlessly as Jenna pulled her fingers away from you, drool trailing down to your neck as Jenna traced your body all the way back down to your pulsating heat, leaning in and kissing you dangerously near the lips but never granted you the satisfaction.

You were going insane. Sex and love drunk with her. “Want…" You gasped, words that you finally put together instead of something coherent coming out in a needy whimper as you rolled your hips against her.

She hummed, "Yeah? Want what, y/n?" Jenna teased, her lips tempting to hover over yours and place a gentle peck, her breath hot against your skin.

You whimpered in frustration as you try to sit up with your elbows, your body awaiting to collapse and pass out. "I want you," you finally murmured, your brain remained stuck in a sex drunk haze over her.

If Jenna's smile couldn't get any wider, you'd be wrong. Her eyes darkened just the slightest bit at your pleads as she leaned in closer, kissing your neck while she rubbed slow circles along your clit. "You want me for what, baby?" she murmured, "You need to be more specific to get what you want. You know me."

You let out a frustrated groan, you could almost roll your eyes if they weren't rolling backwards instead of the usual eyeroll, your hips arching up to search for the tiniest amount of friction. "Want your cock… Please."

"But I'm already inside you, pretty girl.” Jenna purred, her fingers slowly increasing in their pace, drawing figure of 8's on your wet and throbbing clit, making your hips subtly buck in stimulation.

"No!" You whined, slightly kicking your legs behind her, squirming beneath her body as you struggled to tell her want you want. "My mouth... fuck my mouth, Jenna, please..."

"You'd like that, wouldn't you baby?" Her hands found themselves in the strands of your hair, slightly tugging on them as she whispered, her words sinful, "Sucking my cock after I fucked you with it?"

"Please..." You whined, "please, I need it, I need you."

You were beginning to slip in that subspace to please her, your mouth opening and closing only to serve as symphony to Jenna's ears by begging and pleading your wants and needs only to be granted with nothing.

Until Jenna shifted her position without a word, pulling back slowly until her cock was free from your dripping heat, watching how cum kept gushing out of your hot cunt. The sudden absence of her dick from your walls left you feeling empty and achingly needy for more, a pathetic wind couldn't help but escape you.

Before you could ask her, Jenna's soft hands was on your hips, effortlessly lifting you up from the kitchen island and bringing you down to your knees as she reached for your shoulders and pushed you down.

"Beg a little more."

Jenna laughed, her lips curving into a grin as she watched you drool over her twitching cock, her hands reaching to grasp her length and began to stroke it up and down, grazing the tip with her thumb, clearly feeling herself without you. "Show me how much you wanna replace my hand with that mouth of yours."

The sight of Jenna pumping her shaft up and down as if your mouth deepthroating the fuck out of her cock wasn't sufficient to satisfy her needs, it was enough for you to beg almost immediately.

"Wanna whore out my mouth on your cock, Jenna." You pleaded, feeling your heart hammer in your chest as you begged for more, "Please, I need it so bad, wanna let you cum down my throat, please Jenna, pleasepleaseplease—"

You were cut off the moment you felt her fingers slip into the strands of your messy hair, pulling you close to her cock and smacked you with the wet length, smothering her pre-cum over your face. You were basically panting at this point, and you needed to stuff your face with her cock.

"Such a needy little slut," she murmured as she pressed her dick against your lips that almost drooled for her, your tongue darting out to wet your lips. "Open up for me, baby, let me fuck that pretty mouth of yours."

Jenna guided the tip of her cock against your lips, slowly letting you savor the taste of her dick before tugging onto your hair to push past your lips and inside of your warmth.

You eagerly welcomed her inside, your mouth stretching to satisfy her thick length as she pushed deeper and harder until she reached the back of your throat, feeling her cock sliding against your tongue as she filled you completely.

You moaned against her cock, feeling your eyes rolling at the back of your head, your spit going no where but drip down your chin. You wanted her out, yet you wanted her deeper, harder, faster.

Jenna's grip on your hair tightened once she began to slam your mouth onto her cock like she always does with your cunt, a relentless pace that continued in all holes that had you gagging, spitting, and whimpering with how much you're struggling to take all of her.

"S-such a pathetic little bitch in heat, oh fuck!" She moaned loudly, her eyes rolling to the back of her head while both of her hands were tangled in your hair, fucking you with fervour as you wrapped your lips so good around her dick to suck her eagerly.

Your tongue swirled around her length, your hands wrapping themselves around her dick to jack her off when the rest of her inches wasn't deep inside of you. You wanted to rest, just for a few moments if not for Jenna ruining your mouth every second.

The sting in your eyes was painful, and the way you realized you aren't used to her large size made you all the more suffer, her thick girth invading every space inside of you.

"Oh, you perfect girl." Jenna groaned, the relentless thrusts of her hands around your head to her cock and the way she was bucking her hips into your mouth made it all the more satisfying for her, "D-deepthroating your wife like a whore."

You reveled in Jenna's praise, looking up at her and giving a little fist-bump to yourself by making America's #1 IT girl become a trembling mess in your hands.

"'M gonna cum in that pretty mouth of yours," she breathed out, "and you're gonna swallow every last drop."

Jenna's thrusts into your warm mouth grew urgent, desperate, simple breaths became a challenge to her.

With a final guttural moan, she slammed your head on her cock, your nose meeting with her abdomen as she emptied herself inside of you.

Jenna's warm load flooded your mouth, closing your eyes as you tried to swallow all of her, letting her ride out her climax with your mouth accompanying every inch of her still throbbing length inside of you.

Once she relaxed, she let go of her firm grip on your hair and you pulled back, licking your lips and savoring the taste of her on your tongue. You wouldn't say it outloud, lest you wanted another delicious and pleasurable fuck with Jenna, you loved the taste of her cum in your mouth and how you looked so hot with her slick all over your face.

Jenna almost collapsed if she didn't catch herself at the last minute on the edge of the counter. Her breaths labored and heavy yet again as she basked herself in the afterglow of her orgasm.

You give her finally softening dick a chaste kiss on the tip before standing up and wrapping your hands on her waist, leaning in to place a tender kiss on her lips and another to one of the freckles that littered her pretty face. "Did I do well, baby?"

Jenna's eyes fluttered open, a lazy smile appearing on her lips with those dimples that you always adored as she looked at you, laughing at how much raspy and husky your voice was after sucking her off.

The both of you were together for almost 10 years, and you never got tired of that smile. Much more so her laughter.

"You were perfect, Y/n, as always. You know that," she replied, "Are you alright? I didn't hurt you?" She wrapped her arms around you in reciprocation and pressed a kiss to your lips. "Oh, God, I can taste myself."

You chuckled softly, "If it makes your day any better, you taste amazing, Jenna. And, yes. I'm fine. More than fine actually!" You kissed her again before pulling away from her grubby hands and bending down to retrieve your lingerie randomly thrown on a spot on the floor.

Jenna watched you with crossed arms to hide the fact that she was resisting herself and using possibly all her might to not go for another round. "You're teasing me."

You grinned as you straightened your back, holding the lingerie in your hands as you turned to face Jenna. "How'd you know?" you admitted, "it's not my fault you can't resist fucking me every second."

Jenna let out a feigned, mock shocked expression, "I'm not even like that!"

You scoffed, walking pass Jenna to get her boxers yourself, "So you're telling me when we got home to our rented beach house for our honeymoon, you decided to fuck me on every surface and continued to do so until we both passed out because...?"

Jenna's lips twitched. "Okay, well—Okay, maybe I am like that. A little bit." She stammered. "You just have that effect on me!" She replied with an exclaimed shrug, trying to look innocent but, of course, she's failing miserably.

You chuckled, "Sure, blame it on my blatant irresistible charm," you tossed her boxers in her direction, shaking your head as you put on your rather drenched undergarments.

She almost looked shy when you turn to her, complete the opposite of that dominant aura you felt around her just mere moments ago. "Did you... did you like it? The sex, I mean."

I swear, I could marry this woman all over again, you thought to yourself before approaching her and giving her a kiss on the cheek. "I wouldn't have been screaming your name all night if I didn't."

Jenna's cheeks flushed slightly at your words, her dimples appearing visible than ever, a soft smile tugging at her lips as she put on her boxers. "Oh, thank God. I would've off'd myself if otherwise."

You pressed your lips onto Jenna's, giggling as you felt a small smile form beneath you, "I bet the food on the table turned cold. And also probably swarming with flies."

"You can't bet on something that's already so obvious you're gonna win!"

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It was already noon when the two of you ate breakfast. And you were right. The food was cold. But it was fine, you can handle a cold meal if you were manhandled by a hot woman.

Ever since you and Jenna finally got married after years of dating eachother, you were living in pure bliss.

After the wedding and horribly, gutwrenching, romantic and truly poetic vows coming from Jenna that made you cry even after the ceremony, the both of you decided to go on a honeymoon trip on a much more coastal setting to take your mind off of work and her mind off of Hollywood.

But you wouldn't have predicted that Jenna would fuck you on every surface she could rail you on with the possibility of you passing out on every single one of them.

In the span of a week, Jenna came in you atleast twenty-five times and that wasn't even including the times she pulled out. You were thankful you packed a fuck ton of birth control pills anyway.

You didn't know what came over her or how did she exactly get the stamina of a rabbit fucking their mate, but you couldn't be mad. Not ever. You enjoyed every moment on how she roughly fucked you well into late night everytime the both of you went home.

Or maybe the times where she fucked you in public.

You couldn't count the number of times Jenna had teased you in public, or how her touchy hands kept exploring every inch of your body as you tried to maintain composure surrounded by countless of tourists, or maybe how many minutes—hours, even— she would spend begging for you to pack a sex toy for the both of you.

Obviously, that ended up with Jenna getting a 10-minute scolding.

But aside from sexual activities you and Jenna somehow couldn't get enough of, the both of you enjoyed time spent with each other by going on walks with the soft breeze hitting your skin, swimming around and just floating on water, boating, diving, just basically anything you could do in the Bahamas.

Now, unfortunately, the trip has to come to an end somehow.

"Our flight leaves early tomorrow, baby." You reminded her, the hot water and steam coming from the shower hitting your skin was far too relaxing.

Plus, your wife was right behind you. Massaging your scalp with a shampoo she always uses, humming a tune that the both of you loved and even used as your wedding theme. It always makes you so happy and excited whenever you have the exact scent as Jenna.

"Alright," she cooed, leaning in softly from your side and planting a kiss to your soft cheeks that you couldn't help but smile at. She always had this effect on you, and it never wore out. "I'll help you pack."

You turned to face Jenna, unknowingly having a wide smile across your face. "You don't know how much I love you, Jenna. I don't know how I will ever repay you."

It was moments like these you forget on how much Jenna actually loves you from the deepest, darkest depths of her heart. She could literally be possessed by some evil spirit, yet she would still find a way to show the light you always loved in her.

Jenna chuckled softly, dipping her hands on the water to clean them before reaching up to cup your face. "I love you too, baby. Too much." She leans in and presses a gentle and tender kiss on your soft lips.

"And, also, you can repay me by..."

"Jenna, we are not fucking in the shower. Again."

"I didn't even finish my sentence!"

"Your mind and dick think alike more than they should."

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Jenna, being Jenna, somehow got through your defenses and convinced you to have yet another quick fuck in the shower. You hate not being able to resist to those big brown, simply down-right gorgeous, doe eyes of hers—they were unfortunately and simply irresistible in your gaze.

After drying off and struggling to walk out of the shower without clutching the walls as support for your weak and shaky legs, you both went to separate rooms to tidy up and organize luggage.

Not long after, you heard the familiar voice of your sweet and lovable girlfriend wife peeking through the door, bundled up in her sweats with a blanket draped around her shoulders. "Y/n?"

"Jenna!" A smile spread across your face as you rose from your angel-sitting position, arms open wide to invite her into a warm hug, in which she immediately crashed and melted into your arms, returning the hug with equal tightness if not more.

"Are you done?" Your hand gently ran through her hair as she buried her head in the crook of your neck, offering a subtle massage to her skull. "You look cozy as ever."

You felt Jenna sigh against your skin, her warm breath sending shivers down your spine. "No, I just missed you," she murmured softly.

You chuckled, "We were literally just one room apart."

Jenna scoffed as she looked up at you. It was almost unbelievable this was the same woman who was ruining you moments before. "Is it a crime to miss my terribly gorgeous and incredibly talented wife?"

"If you keep looking at me like that, it might be," you teased back, leaning down to plant a gentle kiss on her forehead. "You're too adorable, baby."

"I could say the same about you, pretty girl" Jenna pulled away from the hug after giving a playful wink, settling comfortably on the king-sized bed offered by the beach house. A pile of unfolded clothes dipped to her, which she began to fold and toss in your direction.

The perfect wife, you'd say so yourself.

"…Is that my hoodie?" She paused, hesitating for a moment before tossing you a a neatly folded piece of clothing. "I was wondering where it went."

"Oh," you glanced down at the clothes you were wearing, realizing you had been wearing Jenna's hoodie without even realizing it. In your defense, it was easy to forget she had her own wardrobe when you spent so much time together. She often wears clothes bigger than her size anyways. "Yeah, I guess so," you chuckled.

"I used up all of my clothes, so I figured you wouldn't mind if I borrowed some of yours," You gestured to the garment over your hands, finding it to be one of yours, used yet it still had that faint scent of perfume.

You'd think it was all in good fun, that you were going to leave this honeymoon alive until you caught Jenna's gaze. It was unusually intense, dark, as if she was playing Wednesday Addams. "I'll return it, Jenna. Don't worry." No, you won't. There is not even a single time in your life where you actually returned her clothes.

But you knew that look all too well—it was the same one she gives you when she's about to completely bend and fuck you that'll have you seeing stars in your vision until you're practically begging and screaming for her to stop.

"Y/n," she murmured, her voice laced with desire. It didn't take long before you noticed the unmistakable bulge forming inside her sweats. "Can you come here, baby?"

You didn't think twice before approaching her, not even taking a silent moment if you should tease her or not—you knew what that would get you.

As you approached her, Jenna's hands found their way to your hips, pulling you closer until you were standing kneeling between her thighs, the cushion dipping ever so slightly as both of your bodies were pressed together.

Her hands were soft, hot, even through the fabric of her own hoodie you could feel it as they made their way underneath her your clothes. It was painful, agonizing, the warmth heat that was pooling between your thighs when you felt the bulge in her sweats pressing against yours.

"Jenna," you breathed out, hot breath that traveled inside her skin, slight laughter in your voice, "Are you seriously-"

Without a word or hesitation, she reached up and cupped your face in her free hand, drawing you mere inches away from her lips until you met her own. She was needy, desperate, like she was deprived of you.

"I'll love it when you finally decide to return my clothes." she murmured between each kiss, "But you know what I'll love more?"

"Yeah?" You whispered, hands pressed against her chest, feeling her head tilt near neck, pressing tantalizing kisses along your skin as she reached your ear.

"When you're wearing nothing but my clothes, bending over and letting me fuck you raw."

A low moan threatened to escape your lips as she painted kisses along your neck like you were a canvas for her to ruin. "Fuck," you whimpered, feeling yourself getting wetter for her, "Jenna, I—"

You were far too intoxicated, gone, like she took immediate control what your body wants as soon as you caught her length erect and free from her sweats, pumping down on her cock as she looked up at you.

"Jenna," you whined as her fingers dangerously sliding into the waistband of your own sweats, "We have an early flight tomorrow."

Her breath, warm against your skin, "I'll set an alarm, baby, don't worry." She whispered as she slowly discarded your pants along with your undergarments, searching your eyes for a slight chance of discomfort or a chance you'll pull her away.

Of course you didn't. Jenna was persuasive with her words, and amazing with her cock inside of you. How could you ever decline her?

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You woke up at 3:30.

Atleast 30 minutes before Jenna's alarm.

The room was quiet, dark, peaceful—most especially when you have a pair of soft and loving arms wrapped around you like you were a teddy bear Jenna couldn't be bothered to throw out even when she got older.

Way too in contrast than the way she fucked you well into passing out.

It took long before you were out of her cuddly grasp, hearing her soft whines as you shuffled yourself out, only to realize your legs were far too exhausted to even walk to the bathroom.

Maybe she was too good.

You looked like a mess in front of the mirror. A hot one. Every patch of skin was replaced with faint marks and hickeys all over your body, your hair disheveled, and Jenna's hoodie you were wearing was horribly stained with lines and ropes of dried cum.

Fuck, she was driving you insane.

"Y/nnnnnn...!" She groaned out for you outside of the bathroom. You turned around with your toothbrush in hand, only to see she was standing in front of the door with her body bundled up tightly in blankets.

Oh, so now she can be cute and adorable?

You couldn't help but chuckle, a faint smile leaving your lips. Jenna looked equally as disheveled, but it was unfair on how absolutely gorgeous she still looked. Still, you couldn't believe you were even someone she loved.

"C'mere, Jenna." You exclaimed, putting on toothpaste as you look at her, "Don't bring the blanket."

She all but walked towards you, crashing into your body as she kissed caught your lips in yet another kiss.

You let out a soft chuckle against her lips, grabbing a hold of the edge counter while you stumbled back as Jenna moved her body right against yours, deepening the lock she had on your lips.

She always felt tender, gentle, right in all words. Maybe peace even. Her presence was familiar as her lips were. Like a second home to you.

"I'd like to continue my routine, baby," you smiled, breaking the kiss but you kept her close, your foreheads resting against eachother.

"Mm," she hummed, closing her eyes as she made her way to your neck, kissing all the way down, "And I'd like for us to go back in bed and—"

"Jenna." You interrupted her, a stern voice you had even if you so and desperately wanted her to ruin you yet again, you gently pushed her back and kissed her on the lips. "We have a flight, remember?"

She, being the lovely Jenna Ortega you knew and loved, didn't have the heart to pull away from you. Her lips turning into the sweetest pout. "But I—!"

Unfortunately for you, you became somewhat immune to her pouts. After 10 fucking years.

"If we get there in 7, I'll let you do anything to me."

The phrase 'anything' wasn't everything to Jenna. Unless it happened to be coming from you. That's the time where she gets interested and everything in her way gets blown off the face of the earth.

"Anything?"

"I'll let you fuck me on the plane."

Before you knew it, everything was packed and the beach house was so tidy, you'd think the both of you never went on a honeymoon. Plus, the both of you arrived at 6.

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It was a few weeks after the both of you had arrived at Jenna's apartment, or much rather your apartment too.

Till that day, you will never forget how good she fucked you on that plane. Bent over with your panties stuffed in your mouth and her cock ramming into your pussy while you watched yourself get fucked from behind in the mirror.

But one thing was for certain: Thom Browne was a gift from the fucking heavens. You might have to praise and worship him everyday for granting the world Jenna Marie Ortega in Thom Browne Clothing™

It was shameful for you to admit, but it took all your willpower and resistance to not pull her by that stupid tie she has on, pull down everything from her skirt to her boxers, let her slam your cunt down on her cock and let her completely ruin you from behind. Or maybe you'd ride her until you're fucked into oblivion.

It was a crisp morning of another day Jenna in your arms like always.

Nothing changed when the both of you got married, just the way she would always introduce you to her friends as her wife. Even if they already met you like a thousand times.

She was so proud of it, you'd think she wiped off girlfriend from her vocabulary entirely and replaced it with wife.

Jenna, her body pressed against yours as she buried her head on your nape, her breaths soft and tiny on your skin, it always never fails to make you sigh internally and thank everyone and everything in the world that you were even born.

But her grip was tighter than usual. Her kisses happened almost every second, even if you weren't there with her. Everytime you were in her vicinity, she always manages to ask you if something was off or wrong about your day.

Obviously, this wasn't completely out of the ordinary. Jenna was a sweet and overall caring lover to you, but it's almost everyday.

She wasn't acting weird, but you were.

You found yourself feeling more tired than usual, your body ached of pain, and certain smells made you nauseous out of nowhere. Of course, Jenna was the exception, her scent always manages to calm you down. But without it, you'll simply spiral.

At first, you brushed it off as stress or just a normal change in your routine after the honeymoon. It definitely wasn't your period, or so you thought, since often times they come and go irregularly.

You'd think it'll be alright, that it was just a cold.

Until you start feeling nauseous, bile coming out of your throat even if you hadn't eaten anything.

Shit.

Fuck, no, no.

Please, no.

"Y/n! Y/n, oh, God, are you okay?"

Everything was falling apart, you'd think to yourself.

That was until Jenna's voice brought you back alive.

"Y/n!" She yelled in front of the doorway, her eyes look worried. Concerned, maybe even a tinge of sadness from them.

She found you huddled on the floor, clutching your stomach as a pregnancy test thrown beside you out of a fit of shock meddled with anger.

Tears streamed down your cheeks, no matter how much force you exerted to push them back up. You don't want to cry, not in front of her. It breaks your heart. But how could you if she's looking at you like that?

"Y/n?" Jenna's voice broke through the haze, kneeling down while her hands softly pulled you into her embrace as she moved your hair out, tucking a strand of hair behind your ear, soothingly rubbing on your back as she waited for a few seconds to talk. "It's okay, Y/n. I'm here, I'm so sorry, it's okay, I'm here with you. You're safe."

"Y/n, talk to me, please." Her voice quivered, her bottom lip shaking as she cupped your cheeks. "You've been acting strange, please tell me what's wrong, love."

You felt Jenna's touch grounding you down, leading you to peace and something alike to home.

"Jenna. Jenna, I—I'm pregnant."

Your voice cracked, tears threatening to spill over as you struggled to find the right words. It wasn't the news you dread, but Jenna's reaction.

Would she kick you out? Would she reject you? Would she tell you that she's disgusted, embarrassed? She definitely would. You'd think to yourself.

You expect her to yell at you, leave you in a devastating state, that she'd divorce you and you were never even allowed to show your face to hers ever again. Fear and doubt crept into your mind more than it should've. Jenna loved you, more than anything else, more than herself. Would she love you now?

"....What?" Her hand fell from you, her mouth hung open. Was she devastated? Mad? Joyful? Angry? Happy?

"I—I'm so sorry, Jenna." You cried. You cried to her, you couldn't even show your face yet you cried—weeped to her. "I must've skipped a pill, or I—I just forgot to take one. I'm so sorry, I didn't mean—I didn't mean for this to happen, I—" Your explanation felt meaningless, the words tumbling out of your mouth in a desperate attempt to fill the void of silence Jenna gave you.

The bathroom felt colder, emptier.

But there was always light in the darkness you've pushed yourself in. You're lucky enough for your light to be someone you loved.

Jenna's arms were wrapped around you in a mere second, like she only now processed the information, pulling you into a tight hug. Her touch was warm, light, happiness, comfort, everything. Like you fell in love once again.

"We're pregnant…" She whispered into your ear, you can feel a smile forming in your lips. But that was hard to believe.

It was surreal, almost unbelievable when you first saw the results. You were worried about her reaction, but hearing Jenna say it filled you with nothing but happiness and excitement. You leaned back slightly to look into her eyes, seeing the joy you hoped to see reflected in her gaze, but much happier.

"Holy shit, you're pregnant!" She exclaimed, a wide smile—dimples and all—appeared from her face. She was joy in of itself, her smile brightening as the corners of her lips looked so satisfying to kiss.

"Wha...?" You opened your eyes, only to see one of the prettiest ones gazing at you as if you gave her life. "You're.... you're not mad?"

Jenna's smile only widened at your question. You'd think devotion couldn't get any higher, but Jenna always succeeds in tearing down your expectations and happens to build new ones.

"Mad? Why would I be mad, baby?" she said softly, "I mean, sure, it's a bit unexpected, but…" She paused, reaching out to gently brush a stray hair away from your face as well as a tear that escaped your eyes. "I couldn't be happier. I'm sorry if I gave you the impression I was going to be."

God, you loved this woman. Is second marriage possible?

"Oh, my God, this is the best day of my life! Well, apart from our wedding day, of course. Wait, am I gonna be a mom? Holy shit I'm gonna be a mother, you're gonna be a mother! Oh, I'm so going to introduce her—or him— to our favorite movies! Well, maybe not in their baby life, but later! Oh right, What should our childs name be? I was thinking of a mix of ours, maybe—"

You couldn't help but laugh through the tears, and how absurd it was how Jenna was already planning a future for your child with her on the bathroom floor. Her energy was infections and those people all over the internet saying that she's just like her character Wednesday, or she has no soul.

They're dead wrong. She's like peace that comes with conflict, she's every living poets dream.

"Jenna, slow down for a bit," you chuckled. "You're getting ahead of yourself."

But you couldn't deny that you were just as thrilled as she was. "You'll be amazing as a mother, I'm sure of it."

Jenna nodded, "I'll keep you and the little one safe. Dating me—let alone letting the whole world know we're married—it'll be a handful." She took your hand, kissed every individual knuckle there is, as if she was promising an oath she'd take to her afterlife.

"I love you, y/n. So much. Shit, I can't believe we're gonna have a child!"

You laughed. "Same here, baby. I love you too, Jenna."

Maybe you did enjoy this so-called honeymoon phase.

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J: hey, y/n, is it weird i wanna fuck another one into you? Y: if you say it like that, it is.

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a/n: i loved writing this request but im not so exactly proud of how i worded it. idk, lmk what yall think! this was originally going to be 10k+ words because of the countless amounts of sex scenes i added, but i thought that was too much. + kinda amazing how i could switch from writing the fluffiest shit there is to straight up porn on paper. (partially dedicate for u babes xx @ajortga ill post more sub!r in the future)

#jenna ortega x reader #jenna ortega x you #jenna ortega x y/n #jenna ortega x female reader #jenna ortega #jenna marie ortega

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