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CHAPTER FOUR | GET ME

Jenna Ortega x G!P Reader

Warnings: Jenna and Reader doing stupid stuff. and underage drinking Words: 6.0k A/N: Chapter five coming very soon don’t worry.

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"Please hurry the fuck up." Eli rushes you on the phone, his face barely visible on the screen due to the time of night. You take a deep breath and try to stay calm. "Eli shut the fuck up. I'm scared." You whisper yell, standing in front of your window.

Eli raises the phone, shaking his head with furrowed eyebrows. "I don't care! I feel like Jenna's going to pop out of the night shadow and scold me." You roll your eyes, "She's asleep."

"Oh? Is that supposed to be reassuring? She was also asleep when you decided to walk around the house naked." You glare at the screen. "I hate you so much." Eli laughs quietly, placing his phone down in his cup holder. "Cool. Now jump out the fucking window."

It was eleven o'clock at night, and Dylan Hughes was throwing a party to celebrate your team's win. You believed Jenna wasn't going to allow you to go, especially this late at night. So you just decided to break one of your parent's rules and sneak out.

You were careful not to make any noise as you opened the window. "This is a fucking two-level drop." You shivered at the thought of the sheer height of the drop. "JUMP BRO!" Eli yells and you glance behind you, worried he might've alerted Jenna.

"Can you actually shut your fucking mouth?" You whisper yell, Eli just grins and throws his hands up in surrender. Taking a deep breath, you grabbed the windowsill and began to lower yourself slowly. You managed to land on the ground without making a sound, and you were off.

You heard Eli laugh on your phone as you hurried away. You kept running until you reached the safety of Eli's car, hanging up the phone. Eli started the engine and drove off. You both laughed in relief as Eli drove away from the scene.

You couldn't help but feel a sense of accomplishment in the fact that you had literally successfully jumped out of a window without getting hurt. "How far is the party?" You ask, finally putting on your seatbelt. Safety first.

Eli smiled and said, "It's only a few miles away. Just sit there and be a cute lil passenger princess." You rolled your eyes and sighed, but couldn't help but smile.

Before you knew it you had arrived, noticing multiple cars parked in and out of the driveway. You got out of the car and quickly noticed a large gathering of people. As you got closer you could hear music playing and laughter coming from inside the house.

You walked up to the door and knocked. A friendly face greeted you and welcomed you inside. You were instantly enveloped in the smell of alcohol and cannabis. Everyone inside was dancing, drinking, and having a great time.

"Let's get a drink," Eli says, leaning in close to whisper in your ear. You nod and follow Eli to the kitchen sitting down on the countertop. Eli grabs two beers and hands one to you. He grins and clinks his bottle against yours. "Cheers!" he says, before taking a long swig.

You take a sip of your beer, feeling the warmth of the liquid as it slides down your throat. "Jenna's going to be so pissed at me dude." You laugh and take another sip of your beer. "It's worth it," you add. "Let's hope she doesn't find out until tomorrow."

Eli laughs, "It'll be alright. I'll convince my wife to forgive you." He takes another swig of his beer, then pats your back. "Let's go socialize." You stand up and follow Eli through the crowd. You smile at old acquaintances and greet new ones. You feel the stress of the week lifting from your shoulders as you start letting loose and having fun.

Eli introduces you to the other guests and you start to feel more comfortable. Your worries start to fade away as you enjoy the company and good conversation. You've had about two more beers, and you start to feel a bit lightheaded. Eli notices and suggests you take a break and get some fresh air, but you reassure him you're fine.

Soon though, a hand finds its way to your back. You smile, turning around and notice Olivia.

"Oh, hey Liv." Olivia smiles back at you, her eyes twinkling with mischief. "I was wondering when you'd show up," she says. "Let's go grab a drink and catch up!" Ooh, more alcohol. You agree and the two of you head back to the nearest kitchen. As you walk and talk, you can't help but feel excited to be in Olivia's presence again.

You settle down into a couple of chairs in the kitchen and start chatting about anything that comes to mind, including Jenna. "Yeah, you seemed distracted last time I was talking to you. Who was that?" Olivia asks, taking a swig of her beer.

Your face begins heating up in embarrassment, Olivia smiles noticing and you can't help but smile back, letting out a small laugh. "Um...that was Jenna," you admit. Olivia raises an eyebrow and takes another sip of her beer, watching you with amusement. "Jenna, huh? What's the story?"

You grin ever wider, "My babysitter." You start to explain the story, feeling a bit foolish, but Olivia listens intently, laughing along at all the right moments. When you finish, she nods thoughtfully. "She seems to like you."

You smile and shrug. "I like her too." Olivia raises an eyebrow at you, "I mean like like you." You shake your head, sipping on your bear. "Nah, she's married." Olivia nods knowingly. "Ah, I see. Well, you never know what can happen." She smiles at you. "But I'm sure you'll find someone you really like someday."

"I really like you." What the fuck were you saying? No more alcohol, for real this time. Olivia blushes, and she looks away. She takes a deep breath and smiles, her gaze meeting yours again. "I like you too." She says softly.

Eli turns his head from the group, looking for you at the party. His heart drops when he finds a familiar short brunette instead of his best friend. "Fuckkkkk!" He says to himself, excusing himself from the group. He quickly scans the room, looking for any sign of you. When he doesn't find you, his heart sinks even further.

Jenna walks throughout the party, searching for you as well. If anyone could see her face in the dark they'd definitely see the anger and disappointment on her face.

Olivia was now seated in your lap, her hands roughly grabbing your hair as she explored your mouth with her tongue. You grab her waist, pulling her closer to you, trying to deepen the kiss. Jenna watches in disgust, her jaw clenching. Eli now enters the kitchen, standing beside Jenna. "Jenn—" he stops himself when he sees the scene in front of him.

You pull away from the kiss, not even noticing the two staring at you.

You're too focused on the girl in front of you, her beautiful brown eyes with yours, her lips slightly parted, and her freckles that made her seem so innocent. Jenna was so goddamn beautiful. You felt your heart racing, and your palms started to sweat. You took a deep breath, trying to gather the courage to finally tell her how you felt. "Je—"

Jenna had seen enough. She quickly marched up to you and pulled Jenna off you, her face now red with rage. "JENNA?" You stammered, finally finding your words. She glared at you and let go of Olivia? Wait, what?! You weren't kissing Jenna? You look back and see Olivia standing there, confused as hell.

You and me both, you think to yourself. She grabbed your arm and dragged you away from the party, Jenna starts to yell. "What were you thinking?! I can't believe you!" You try to explain but can't find the words. Jenna shakes her head and almost pushes you out of the front door. You stand outside the house, feeling embarrassed and ashamed. You try to apologize, but you honestly don't know what to say.

Jenna just stares at you, her eyes full of anger and disappointment. She shakes her head again and walks away, mumbling. "Jenna wait!" Jenna pauses, turning around to face you. You walk closer and you're about to pour your heart out, but all you let out is a nasty burp.

Jenna's face turns from disappointment to shock, and she turns away again. You reach out to grab her arm but she shrugs it off and walks away without a word. You feel a deep sadness in your heart as you watch her go.

She stops to turn around again, "Get in the fucking car." You hesitate for a moment, but you quickly get in the car and Jenna quickly drives away. The two of you remain silent the entire journey, and all you can hear is the sound of the engine and the wheels against the pavement.

The car stops suddenly and Jenna gets out without a word. She slams the door and storms away, leaving you alone. You sit in silence, feeling the weight of the moment before exiting as well, and walking inside your home. You go into the kitchen and sit down, feeling lost and confused. Jenna comes out a few moments later, searching through the fridge for a water bottle.

She finally grabs a bottle and turns to you, "Drink this so you can sober up." You take the bottle from her and drink it, feeling the cool liquid running down your throat. "M... perfectly fine?" You say, your head spinning.

"Jenna. Jenna, the world is spinning." Jenna looks at you with a resigned expression. She takes the bottle away from you and sighs. "Come on. Let's get you to bed." You stand up and almost fall, but Jenna catches you, resting a hand on your stomach.

She guides you to your bedroom and helps you onto the bed. She pulls the covers over you and makes sure you're comfortable before she leaves the room, closing the door behind her.

You don't know what time it is when you wake up, but the sun is still down. You sit up blankets falling from your body. Oh, that's nice. You only had on your undergarments. Your head was pounding badly, and you felt like you were going to be sick. You looked around, trying to get your bearings, and realized you were in your bed.

You look around and notice that your clothes are scattered on the floor, and you have a faint memory of what happened the night before. You realize you had been drinking, and you start to worry about what you may have done. You groan and suddenly your door opens.

Your heart sinks as you see Jenna in the doorway. Jenna's expression is unreadable, and you can't bring yourself to meet her gaze. She takes a deep breath and speaks. "Are you starting to sober up?" You nod, feeling ashamed. "Yeah...I think so." You're aware of the consequences of your actions, and you know you deserve the punishment you're about to receive.

You sit there, feeling a mix of emotions: guilt, shame, regret. You can tell that Jenna is disappointed in you, and you can't think of anything to say in your defence. You wait for her to speak, dreading what she might say.

Moving to the edge of the bed, Jenna joins you and you brace yourself for Jenna's words. "You seem to be sober enough to speak without burping." Jenna's voice was gentle, but you could still detect the hurt in her words. You felt a lump in your throat, but you managed to say a few words of apology. "I'm so sorry."

"Yeah, you're sorry." Jenna sighed and shook her head. "First you see me naked and then I'm stupid drunk." You hung your head in shame. You had no excuse for your behaviour. You wanted to make it up to her, but you knew it would take a lot to earn back her trust. "I didn't mean to ruin our relationship."

"Relationship? It's a friendship we have," she sighed. "I thought we were getting close...?"She shook her head and got up. "You're still drunk."

You grab her hand, pulling her back down to you. You looked her in the eye and said, "You're so beautiful, Jenna. Jacob's an idiot for not realizing what he's missing." She looked away, her cheeks turning pink. She opened her mouth to reply but no words came out. She took a deep breath and looked back at you, a faint smile on her lips.

Your free hand moves to Jenna's waist, feeling the silky robe against your fingers and the curve of her body. This is when you take notice of her out outfit, a black silky robe hangs from her body, accentuating her curves and revealing hints of her skin underneath. You feel a warmth in your chest, and you know you won't be able to resist her.

You draw her close to you, your lips meeting hers as you embrace her in a passionate kiss. The warmth of her body against yours is intoxicating, and you can feel your heart racing as the kiss intensifies. Jenna's hand goes to push you away, but she relaxes into the kiss, unable to resist the feeling that is growing inside her.

You can't believe you're kissing Jenna, and she's kissing you back. Her hand moves from your chest to your thigh, her touch sending a jolt of electricity through your body. You pull her closer and run your hands through her hair. Jenna lets out a soft moan and pulls away, her lips still tingling from the kiss.

You look into her eyes, a mixture of desire and surprise. You can feel her heart beating against your chest, fast and strong. "Go to bed." She whispers, pulling away from you. You nod, unable to find the words to express the emotions coursing through you. You both know that this won't be the last time.

Jenna heads to her room, unsure of what to feel. You watch her go, a smile tugging at your lips.

Meanwhile, she glances at the ring on her nightstand. She's married. Unhappily, yes. But, she can't help but feel dirty for kissing you.

She takes a deep breath and closes her eyes, trying to calm her racing heart. One part of her is guilty and the other part of her is extremely turned on. She raises two fingers to her mouth, her breathing becoming heavier as she tastes her own skin. She knows she should stop, but can't seem to resist the urge. She closes her eyes and savours the moment, letting it wash over her.

She can feel the heat radiating from her body and she knows this is wrong, but the pleasure is too great to ignore. Her fingers make their way to her inner thighs, feeling the warmth that has built up there. She bites her lip, her breath coming in short gasps as she gives in to her desires. She closes her eyes and lets the pleasure take over.

One thing is on her mind. You. She knows she should stop, but the temptation is too strong. Her heart pounds in her chest as she imagines you in the room with her, feeling your hands on her body. She lets out a moan of pleasure as she finally gives in to the desire. "Fuck, Y/NNNN..."

Her own fingers began speeding up, and she throws her head back, her mouth slightly agape. The pleasure intensifies as she edges closer and closer to her climax. Her breathing is ragged, her body trembling as her orgasm approaches. With one final moan, she succumbs to the pleasure, and the waves of pleasure crash over her.

"Good morning," Jenna says, a coffee in her hand. "Morning." You greet her back, sitting down beside her on the bar stool. She takes a sip of her coffee and looks at you with, "Sober now?" You nod, shutting your eyes for a slight moment. "My head's still pounding but I'm alright," you say, rubbing your temples.

"You deserve what you're feeling." Your eyes widen a bit before you let out a small chuckle, 'Yeah... I guess I do. Sneaking out and getting drunk was a bad idea." You take a deep breath and let it out slowly. "I'm sorry. I won't make you wait another two weeks to apologize for my mistake."

Your slight smile makes its way onto Jenna's lips, "Thank you." You nod, watching her take another sip of her drink. "Do you... do you remember what happened last night?" You furrow your brows, trying to recall the events of the previous night. You shake your head, "No, I don't remember much." Jenna sighs, her shoulders slumping a bit.

Jenna looks away and takes a deep breath. "It's okay," she says softly. "You better be happy it's a holiday." She takes a sip from her drink and leans back in her chair. You smile stupidly, "Happy birthday Georgie." Your school was out due to the fact it was George Washington's birthday.

Jenna can't help but laugh, subconsciously placing an arm on your bicep. You look at her and smile, relieved that she had forgiven your mistake. She gives your arm a squeeze, then pulls away, getting up from her chair. "You're funny," she says. You blush, feeling embarrassed. She grins before walking away, leaving you alone in the room to contemplate what had just happened.

You're back in your room texting Eli.

you - bro

you - i did something

you - idk how to feel abt it

eli - don't tell me u two had sex

you - bro i kissed her

eli -

eli - you're blocked for life

you - fr tho like

you - i told her i didn't remember, but of course i remembered.

eli - i can't believe she kissed u after olivia had her tongue down ur throat

you - what.

eli - u dont remember?

you - no i dont fucking remember

eli - i didnt think u were that drunk

you - i had like five beers

eli - nobody told ur ass to drink all ts

eli - anyways. yea, u were kissing in the kitchen and jenna randomly appeared.. do not ask me how she found out about the party, but she was staring at u two angry as hell

you - why didn't u tell me she was at the party

eli - I COULDNT FIND U MF

you - you should have tried harder.

eli - don't talk to me like that, i tried looking everywhere.

eli - why is it so hard for u to not be an idiot when i'm not around

you - stfu

you - can u do me a favor?

eli -

eli - fine.

"And they were kissing! Right in the middle of the party." Jenna seethes at the phone. All Emma can do is slowly nod her head as Jenna continues to rant. "It was disgusting!" Jenna shakes her head in disbelief. She takes a deep breath to calm down. "I can't believe it!"

"Shouldn't you be more upset about the fact that Y/N snuck out of the house and got drunk?" Emma says, a slight furrow in her brows. Jenna looks at Emma, her eyes narrowing. "That too," she says, her voice low. "But still, kissing like that in public. It's just wrong."

"They're young and it was a party." Emma shrugs. "It's not illegal. Besides, it was just a kiss." Jenna sighs and shakes her head. "It's still inappropriate behaviour." Emma's lips start to curve up into a smile. "Or you're just jealous." Jenna's face contorts in anger. "That's not it and you know it."

Emma laughs and Jenna glares at her. "I'm not jealous," Jenna says firmly. "I'm just looking out for her."

She really was. You can't just sneak out and get drunk at a party and expect everything to be fine. Jenna wanted you to understand that there were consequences to your actions, and that she was only trying to look out for you. She didn't want you to make a mistake you would regret later. Jenna's advice was out of love, not jealousy.

Or maybe a bit of it was. In her mind here she was, no longer caring about all the worries in her mind about trying something new. Then the next day you sneak out and make out with another girl in the middle of a party. "Jenna, it's okay to admit you were jealous."

Jenna shook her head and sighed. She knew she was feeling jealous, but she also knew she was trying to make herself feel better by blaming it on something else. She couldn't deny the truth any longer. Jenna turns away from the screen, her jaw clenched. "Okay. I was jealous."

Emma watches her, a smug look on her face. "See. It's not that hard." Jenna looked away, embarrassed. She couldn't believe she had let her emotions get the better of her. "Y/N is eighteen, okay? And she's single. If you would stop being scared and forget about Jacob and allow yourself to be happy then we wouldn't be on this call anymore."

Jenna looks back at the screen, still upset. "Speaking of Jacob! You'd never believe what that asshole said to me." She shook her head in disbelief. "He said he wants an open marriage. Can you believe that?" Her voice was tight with anger.

"Saying he has needs too. I'm so done with him." She took a deep breath and looked away. "I'm done with him," she said again, more firmly this time. "I'm not going to put up with this kind of disrespect."

"And you shouldn't." Emma says, "No one should ever have to put up with that kind of treatment. You deserve to be with someone who respects you and your decisions." Emma paused for a moment, looking Jenna in the eye. "Promise me you won't stay in a relationship where you're not respected. You deserve better than that." She smiled softly before continuing. "Maybe Y/N could be that..."

Jenna pauses, staring at her best friend over the screen before blurting out, "She kissed me. Last night." Emma's eyes widened in surprise. Jenna felt her heart racing, her mind whirling at the thought of your lips on hers. Emma's mouth opened and closed a few times before she finally managed to speak. "I--," she breathed, "WHAT?"

Jenna smiled, her cheeks turning pink. "Yeah," she said, relieved that Emma was as surprised as she was.

Jenna smiled, her cheeks turning pink. "Yeah," she said, relieved that Emma was as surprised as she was. Her smile starts to fade, "But I don't think she remembers it." Jenna's shoulders slumped. She bit her lip, not sure what to say.

Emma smiled sympathetically. "It's okay," she said. "I wish I was there to give you a hug." Jenna smiled again, this time a little bigger. "Thanks, Em," she said. She felt a little better knowing that Emma was there with her, even if it was just over the phone.

Jenna's phone began vibrating, another call incoming. Emma sighed. "I better let you go, sounds like you have another call. I'm here if you need me." Jenna thanked her again before ending the call, feeling a little more comforted. She took a deep breath and answered the call. "Hello?"

"Jenna," her jaw clenches at the voice of her husband. "Please, just let me apologize." Jenna was silent for a moment, trying to process everything that had happened. She could feel her heart racing and her palms getting sweaty. She took a deep breath and said, "I'm listening."

He began to explain himself, although she could hear the hesitation in his voice. "I--I'm so sorry for even suggesting something like that Jenna. I've just been so stressed and tired. I miss you so much."

Jenna knows she loves Jacob. She accepted his proposal for a reason. Everything used to be so perfect. They'd have their honeymoon phase, travel together, and go on romantic dates. But now things have changed and Jenna is not sure if she made the right decision.

But she can't help but think about the old times. Was this just a rough patch they'd get over? She remembers how in love they were and how they could talk for hours without getting bored. Or how'd they'd laugh together and share each other's joys and sorrows?

They were extremely young and in love. She still loves him, but is it enough? She wonders if they can ever get back to the way things were. She's scared to take the risk, but she knows it's worth it.

Jenna waited a few moments before she said, "I know. I miss you too." He smiles on the other side of the phone. "I'm glad. I was thinking about us a lot and our first kiss, our first date, our first time..." She laughed softly. "Me too." He smiled wider, feeling the warmth of the moment, despite the distance. "Let's start again when I come back."

"I'll be different this time. I won't take you for granted again." She nodded, tears springing from her eyes. "I promise," he said, his voice full of emotion. She quickly wipes her eyes as he resumes. "I love you, Jenna. And I know I haven't been there like I should be, but that's going to change. I'm shortening my trip so we can be happy again. And plan our wedding."

Jenna smiled through her tears and hugged herself tightly. She whispered, "I love you too. I can't wait for our wedding." A sniff is heard on the phone, "I love you." He repeats, sitting down on the couch in his Airbnb. Jenna smiled, wiping the tears away with her sleeve. She was filled with a warmth she hadn't felt in a while. She knew things were going to be alright.

He really sounded like he meant it this time. Jenna knew that this time it was different. She felt a sense of peace and security. She knew that her relationship with him was going to last and that they would have a beautiful future together.

Jenna put her trust in him and knew that he would stay true to his word. She believed that they had a chance to build something special and that together they could have a future filled with love and understanding.

She decided to take a chance and trust him. No more drunken kisses from you, or sneaky glances. It had to end, officially this time. She had chosen him, and she had to stick to her decision. You were still young, you had a whole life ahead of you. Why would she try and take that away from you?

Would you even want to settle down at eighteen? How would your parents feel about this? There were so many cons to this situation, it would be a mistake to choose you. She knew if she wanted to move forward in life, she had to let you go.

You fix Eli's bowtie, and then his collar. You straighten Eli's shirt and help him adjust his jacket. He rolls his eyes at you, trying his best from letting out a groan. You smile back before stepping away to admire your handiwork. "Perfect," you say, smiling.

"Shut the hell up," he says, glaring at you. You laugh and step away, allowing Eli to walk ahead of you. Despite the eye roll and grumpy reply, you know Eli appreciates your help. "Is the car started?"

Eli nods at the question and continues to walk. "Wait!" You shout after him, and Eli turns around. "How do I look?" Eli gives you a faint smile before replying, "You look like you're about to impress my wife."

Eli turns back around and continues walking. You smile to yourself, feeling a wave of confidence. You take a deep breath and make your way to Eli's car.

To apologize to Jenna for your behaviour, you booked a late reservation at a downtown restaurant. You made sure the menu was okay for her pescetarian diet. You also brought a bouquet of flowers as an additional gesture. Eli is supposed to knock on Jenna's door, ask her to get dressed and then drive you to the restaurant.

"Shit, the flowers." You say to yourself, opening the rear door to the car and picking up the flowers from the seat before shutting the door. You quickly check the flowers to make sure they're still in good condition. After that, you take a deep breath and lean against the car waiting on Jenna and Eli.

Suddenly, you hear the sound of laughter and you look up to see Jenna and Eli walking up the driveway. You smile and stand up, holding the flowers out for Jenna. Jenna smiles and takes the flowers, thanking you for the surprise. "Of course, I wanted to take you out of the way I acted."

Jenna looks deeply into your eyes and you can tell she appreciates the gesture. She wraps her arms around you and you feel a warmth in your chest. "Thank you, Y/N." You return the hug and can feel her relax. You pull away and smile at her. "Anytime," you say.

Eli then opens the rear door for the two of you, Jenna smiles widely and gets inside, but before you could follow Eli grabs your arm, holding you back. "Dude, she's wearing her ring again." You look down at her hand, and sure enough, there was a ring on her finger.

You felt your heart sink and didn't know how you were supposed to feel. Eli gave you a sympathetic look before releasing your arm and walking back to the driver's seat. You got into the car, and the three of you drove off. As the car made its way through the city, you couldn't help but feel a little bit of disappointment.

How could she wear that ring after she kissed you? Eli glanced at you in the rearview mirror, his expression unreadable. You looked away, feeling embarrassed and confused by the muddle of emotions within you. You knew it was best to let it go, and you reminded yourself that it was just a kiss. You had to accept the fact that it didn't mean anything to her.

You forced a smile and tried to push down the hurt that was rising in your chest. You had to keep your cool and pretend that this didn't bother you. "I feel extremely underdressed," Jenna says laughing from beside you. She had on a pair of black jeans, a white tee, and a black jacket to match.

You glance down at your outfit, a pair of black slacks, a white button up and a black blazer. "You look good." You honestly say, shrugging.

Jenna smiles and shrugs, something about her knowing twinkle in her eye. You laugh, feeling the moment pass and the tension break. You take a deep breath and feel the hurt inside of you subside. You began taking off your blazer and white button-up, revealing a plain t-shirt underneath. "Ta-da!" Jenna laughs, the twinkle in her eye giving way to a genuine smile.

"You didn't have to do that. I'm a big girl, I could deal with a bad outfit." "I know," you said, "but I just wanted to make you feel better. Besides, you look great in this."

She smiled and thanked you for your kindness. You felt relieved that she appreciated your gesture. Suddenly the car stops, and Eli glances at the two of you in the rearview mirror. You realize that you've arrived at your destination and Eli is waiting for you to get out. You look at the woman one last time before stepping out of the car, still feeling the warmth of her smile.

"This place looks so fancy." She mumbles to you, looking at the modern restaurant in front of her. You smile at her reassuringly. "It'll be alright. Come on, let's go in." You take her hand, leading her toward the entrance. Taking a deep breath, you step inside. The waiter greets you with a warm smile and shows you to your table. You order your food, and as you wait, you can feel the tension in the air.

She's definitely thinking about the kiss. Oh, hey... it looks like she has antlers. You let out a small giggle causing Jenna to furrow her eyebrows, but she can't help but smile. "What?"

"The uh, the decoration behind you makes it look like you have deer antlers." Jenna's cheeks flushed as she quickly turned around to see what was behind her. She let out a light laugh, "Take a photo." You pull out your phone and snap a picture of her with the antlers in the background.

Jenna sighed as you handed her the phone, "I can't believe I didn't notice this when I walked in." You laughed and said, "It's ok, I didn't notice it either." She looks at it again before letting out another laugh, handing you your phone.

Despite the joke between you, everything felt awkward. Jenna nervously looked away, unsure of what to say next. You tried to break the silence by making a joke, but it fell flat. You both stood in uncomfortable silence. Your eyes couldn't help but glance at the ring on her finger.

Is she really happy? A happily married woman wouldn't kiss someone else right? You shook your head, trying to shake off the thought. You had to face the truth: she was married. You could never be anything more than a friend and you had to accept it.

Thankfully your waiter arrived with your drink. You thanked him and took a sip of your drink, trying to distract yourself from the situation. You knew she would never be yours, and you had to accept it.

"How--" "Are--" You both try to speak at the same time, she hesitated, and you waved your hand for her to go first. She smiled, and said, "How are you doing?" You smiled back and said, "I'm okay, I still feel bad about earlier today." She nodded in understanding. "It's okay, we all make mistakes. I forgive you." You smiled gratefully, thankful for her understanding.

Jenna took a sip of her wine, eyeing you the entire time. Was this supposed to be a date? She didn't know what she was doing here, or what your motives were. She nervously put the glass down and cleared her throat. She decided to find out what was going on and asked you directly: "Why did you invite me here?"

"To apologize." You say, your voice low. "You already did and I forgive you." You nod. "And also talk about our kiss." She felt a flush of heat on her cheeks. She looked at you, her heart racing in her chest. She opened her mouth to speak, but no words came out.

"I--I, I had lied because I didn't want to make things awkward between us. But, gosh. I couldn't get it out of my mind, Jenna." Jenna's heart skipped a beat. She looked away, not sure what to say. "Y/N," she said finally, her voice barely a whisper. You continue, "I don't know where this could lead, but... I just, I don't know? I wanna try?"

Jenna lifted her gaze and met yours. "I'm married--" You cut her off, tired of the excuse and that stupid ring. "You're engaged! And unhappy!" Jenna shook her head, staring at you with her eyes wide and filled with a multitude of emotions. "I'm sorry," she said softly. "I just can't leave him."

You open your mouth to speak but Jenna stands up quickly, "I have to go." You watched her walk away, feeling a mix of sadness and anger. You wanted to tell her that she deserved better but you knew she wouldn't listen. You sat there for a few minutes, feeling helpless. You wished you could do something, anything, to make her stay. You knew it was too late.

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admirxation · 3 months

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I’m simple all I want is Tekken 6 Jin who is dommanent x fem reader (girlfriend)

Do As I Say | Jin Kazama oneshot request

𓆩♡𓆪┆pairing: jin kazama x fem!reader(afab)

𓆩♡𓆪┆summary: jin has come back from a hard day and the reader wants to make him feel better, but he only has one thing in mind to ease the stress.

𓆩♡𓆪┆word count: 1.7k

𓆩♡𓆪┆disclaimer: this is a work of fiction for 18+ readers only, so MDI. you’re responsible for the content you consume so if any of the following warnings trigger you, click off now.

𓆩♡𓆪┆warnings: NSFW 18+ content. female anatomy and she/her pronouns used for reader: detailed smut: p in v, dom & sub (m dom, f sub), unprotected sex, creampie, fingering, doggy style, spanking, hair pulling, and dirty talk & degrading.

𓆩♡𓆪┆a/n: sorry for taking forever on this, deadlines have been hectic and it doesn’t help i started a bg3 hyperfixation. anyways, i hope you like this anon. and as always a like and reblog is always appreciated.

𓆩♡𓆪┆my links: masterlist | ao3 profile | kofi

Jin trudged up the stairs, his heavy footsteps echoing the weight of the stress he endured that day; he had a stare that had exhaustion and agitation painted across his features, looking through his eyebrows and dead-focused on his way to the place he shared with you — his girlfriend. The stale air of the apartment building seemed to suffocate him as he reached his floor, trying to tune out the cacophony of the distant traffic that penetrated the thick painted walls, only adding more to the relentless soundtrack of his own mind.

His shoulders slumped under the invisible burden of stress; his fingers clenched into fists now and again when the memories of the day flashed in his mind now and again — it felt like he was being haunted by his ongoing awful day. The metallic taste of frustration lingered in his mouth, a bitter reminder of his previous challenges; it was relentless and demanding, but it was over now.

The keys jingled in the lock as Jin pushed open the front door, greeted by the comforting scent of home — a mix of homemade cooking and your signature perfume scent that lingered in every crevice of the place. In the dimly lit living room, he found you sitting on the sofa, all cuddled up in the cushions and watching whatever you found on the television. Jin couldn’t help but notice how revealing your comfort clothes were. You were wearing your favourite lace crop top with shorts, and just seeing you was already starting to calm Jin down — but this made him want more to forget about the day's burdens. Your eyes lifted away from the television screen, and you gave Jin a warm and comforting smile as you opened your arms to invite him for a cuddle; he obliged the offer, and you felt his warm arms surround you, the smell of his natural aroma filling your senses as you placed your cheek on top of his head as you cuddled him.

“Hey, I missed you today,” you rubbed your hand gently on his back, “Is everything okay? You seem stressed.”

“Very stressed. Everything that could have gone wrong decided to,” he pushed himself out of your grasp for the moment, watching your sad pout as you waited for him to come back for a hug, “seeing you has already made me in a better mood, though,” he gave you a gentle smile.

“Would you like anything? I cooked your favourite meal; it might relax you for a moment,” you moved closer to him and tranced patterns on his arm with the tip of your fingers.

Jin thought for a moment, admiring the way you looked right in front of him, not taking much notice of what you were saying, having to come back to reality when noticing you were waiting for a reply: “Um, no, I’m not hungry.”

You gave him a thoughtful look, waiting for Jin to accept your help to relieve his stress. You slowly leaned in for a soft, quick kiss on his cheek before you stepped away for a moment and left Jin to calm down naturally in his own time; as you got up, Jin grabbed your arm, his fingers pressing hard with the plush of your skin poking out between the gaps between his fingers. His eyes held a different kind of intensity now; a flicker of desire cut through the heaviness of his previous emotions.

“Y/N,” he murmured with a husky voice, “don’t go, I want you.”

Butterflies were felt in your stomach, and a jolt of excitement coursed through your body as you looked into his eyes; you knew what that look meant, and his urge and yearning to have you stay closer only signalled further evidence for what would happen. Jin wanted to relieve his stress, which ignited a different hunger within him — a need to stay in control, to control you for his own intimate desires, knowing you would agree to his will like you always did in the relationship. The sofa became a haven for a different kind of solace, temporarily allowing Jin to escape the world's demands. He pulled you closer back onto the sofa, watching your chest move with your breaths becoming heavier with anticipation; he watched you hungrily before he moved closer, closer for a deeper and more sensual kiss. Your lips interlocked, both of you getting lost in the heat and intimacy with each other.

He positioned his hips in line with yours, your legs wrapped around his waist as you both lay on the sofa. The kiss was deepened, your hands wandering on Jin’s body as the occasional moan was released from the sealed kiss. Jin grounded his hips against your centre, making you moan as you felt his length grow against your clothed pussy that yearned for this to go quicker. You, then, moved your hips forward, lifting yourself off the sofa for a moment to grind into Jin’s length; pleasure coursed for your body once again; you felt Jin get harder as you made contact with his member, feeling his smirk as your lips were interlocked in a wet and passionate kiss.

As your hips went back down on the sofa, Jin moved away and separated from your soft lips, watching you for a moment as you waited and yearned for time to hurry up as he stared at you with a smile. He took his shirt off as he watched you in a vulnerable state, watching him and barely clothed. His eyes undressed you in that stare, and you watched his movements intently.

“Now, I think I’ve been neglectful of my princess, haven’t I?” his fingers lingered around your clothed core, his fingertips moving into the waistband and teasing you with how slow he was at tugging it, “Does my princess want to feel good?” your pants started to be pulled down as you quickly nodded in consent to be his once again — you adored how possessive he was.

You felt a tingling sensation as you felt Jin’s fingers get closer to your pussy after he had taken off your panties, a jolt of pleasure as he pressed his fingertips to the slit, laboured breaths produced as he had his fingertips move in an up and down motion, before slowing introducing them inside you, edging you to a deep and sensual moan. He watched you as you bit your lip, your head making a slow movement of rolling back as he pumped his fingers inside you.

“Fuck,” you whispered under your breath, closing your eyes to be lost in the passion.

As your breathing became heavy, the occasional deep moan escaping your lips, Jin quickened the pace gradually; he watched the excitement plaster across your face as you experienced his play with speeds.

“You like that, you little slut?” his thumb pressing on your plump clit that had been throbbing for ages; he rubbed in a circular motion with a strong pressure against it, regular and steady motions to get you lost in a trance.

Just as your eyes were steadily rolling back, your mouth began to open for a moan that was rolling from the depths within you — he stopped. To your disappointment, you looked at him with a yearning, your eyes begging him to continue as he watched you with those demanding and sharp eyes.

“Hm, I love how you pull that face every time,” a light laughter escaped as he smirked to himself. He loved to do this; he would stop when he could sense an orgasmic release, controlling you by stopping your bodily reactions, manipulating when you were allowed to release yourself. “Now, be a good girl and do as I say,” he moved his large hands to his belt buckle, taking it off and making a clanging noise as the belt hit the floor, sliding his pants off and freeing his large and erect cock that had been begging to be inside you already. “Turn over… Now.”

You obeyed his command, swiftly turning to get on all fours, your breasts against the plush of a sofa pillow and your arms and hands hanging off the arm of the sofa. You looked back as you waited for Jin’s next move, watching and feeling him as he pressed his cock on your ass first; the plush of your cheek rubbing against him, before pressing the tip on your folds.

“You’re so wet for me,” he said under his breath as he pressed the head inside you, making you gasp as you felt his entrance, “how much do you want this?” he asked as he teased his cock, going in a little for a moment and taking it back out, making you anticipate when he was going to ram himself inside.

“So much, please, please, please, I want it so bad,” you continued to plead, feeling how this was feeding into Jin’s ego.

He paused for a moment before ramming his large cock inside your wet and sensitive hole; a loud gasp produced as you felt your walls surround his member, squeezing it and making that warm feeling Jin loved as he fucked you senseless. His fingers pressed into your hips, fingernails pressing deeply into your skin now and again as he changed the pressure and tempo of his movements.

Just as you were about to praise him, Jin grabbed a fistful of hair, causing your head to kick back, pulling you back harder as he pushed himself deeper.

“Whose my dirty slut?”

“I-I am,” you bit your lip after answering.

“Who do you belong to?” he spanked you before you could answer; the few seconds you took to process what he said resulted in punishment — a punishment you liked to receive.

“You, only you,” you finally answered.

He was pleased with your answers and continued to use you like a sex doll, pulling your hair, ramming his cock inside you and spanking your ass, getting a kick as you released a whine and moan, continuing until he thrusted for a final stroke, eventually filling you with his warm release. You rolled your eyes to the back of your head as you coated Jin’s cock with your cum, grabbed the cushions of the sofa as you slowly released yourself, heavy breaths produced when it was all over.

©︎ admirxation. please do not copy or steal my works.

#anon message #anon request #fanfic request #tekken #tekken 6 #jin kazama #tekken 8 #oneshot requests #tekken jin kazama #jin kazama smut #tekken x y/n #tekken x reader #jin kazama x reader #jin kazama x reader smut #tekken smut #fem reader #y/n #jin kazama x fem reader #admirxation

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capitalism-and-analytics · 4 months

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Is it true that Jeff Bezos and Elon Musk don’t even pay taxes?

They absolutely do pay taxes, but the misconceptions come from:

1/ Their respective companies, Amazon & Tesla, have been regularly criticized for their low effective income tax rate(s), despite these being completely separate legal entities and have minimal relevance to their owners' personal tax liabilities. Furthermore, the primary reason the companies have paid such low [or no] federal income taxes is due to them minimizing their tax liability through traditional means, i.e. tax deductions/exemptions for intended purposes.

2/ Majority of their wealth is classified as unrealized gains, which are non-taxable, but will be taxable when the gains are recognized. The easiest way of thinking about this is imagine if you purchased your favorite baseball card from a yard sale for $10 and then 10 years later, you found out that it's now worth $1000, then you now have an unrealized gain of $990. Now when you go to sell it for $1000, you'll have to pay the tax on the $990, but if you never sell it, then it would remain untaxed.

3/ As mentioned in the first bullet, it's important to realize that most tax returns are not public information, especially for private individuals, so most accusations aren't based on concrete evidence.

#anon message #lovely anon #anonymous message #anon ask #anonymous #liberal #capitalism #socialism #anticapitalism #jeff bezos #bezos #elon musk #politics

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the-oblivious-writer · 2 months

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Hi. I have seen you referring to isreal in multiple posts of yours as Isnotreal?

do you have no respect for the jewish people?

Yes what isreal is doing is wrong but i feel that's too far. Israel was after all, supposed to be a safe place for jewish people to go before they overtook palestine.

i understand that isreal has taken this much too far but please respect their name as it is a home to millions. when hamas attacked, they attacked isreal. and they did horrible, unjustifiable things to the people there.

you can do what you want but i find it a little disrespectful to refer to isreal as "isnotreal."

Bro. Jewish does not equal being Isnotreali. I truly wish less (preferably nobody ofc) people had that mindset cause it's such a toxic one (...example of why can be shown above)

You know what I find even more disrespectful? The ethnic cleansing and genocide Isnotreal has been committing against my people for nearly 80 years and the people who openly support their vile and inhumane actions with absolutely zero shame in them

How much respect did they put on Palestine's when they've spat on, martyred, tortured, raped, bombed, and maimed its people for decades?

If I had to say which one is easier, finding a piece of Isnotreal culture that they didn't steal from other places or Chemistry, I'd say Chemistry in a heartbeat

So sure, idc that you find it "a little disrespectful" that I'm calling them Isnotreal. At the end of the day, they're just a bunch of European colonizers trying to wipe us off the face of the earth for land that wasn't even theirs to begin with

#anon message

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bradshawsbaby · 3 months

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Bradley thoughts, you say? Man LOVES to lay on top of you, head on your chest as you gently scratch his scalp. Mans could stay like that forever if you let him.

Oh, absolutely! It’s super comforting to him, and one of his favorite places to be. It makes you laugh how he always manages to get himself settled into that position, too.

Like one night when you’re laying on your back on the couch, channel surfing and searching for something to watch before bed. Bradley had gotten home late from work, so he’s in the shower when you finally settle on reruns of Law & Order.

When he appears in the living room about twenty minutes later, bare chest still damp from his shower and sweatpants slung low around his waist, he grins when he sees the position you’re in—perfect for cuddling and getting head scratches.

“Bradley, you’re crushing me!” you laugh when your large husband crawls on top of you, his weight pressing you into the couch as he rests his head on your chest.

“Sorry, honey,” he grins, shifting his position slightly, but not moving from his spot atop you. He hums softly as he gets comfortable, letting out a content sigh, his warm breath tickling your skin. “I could lay like this forever,” he murmurs, lifting his head for a moment to press a kiss to your chin.

“Maybe just until the end of this episode,” you tease, lifting your hand and running your fingers through his damp hair, your nails gently scratching along his scalp.

Bradley doesn’t even make it to the end of the episode before he’s fast asleep on your chest, relaxed and peaceful in the way he only is with you.

#bradley rooster bradshaw #rooster x reader #mr. & mrs. bradshaw #anon message

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certifiedlovergirlsstuff · 8 months

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we need more ethan!spiderman au omg

okay so i wasn’t sure if you wanted like a blurb/fic (if you do just send like a prompt or something) but i’ll give headcanons! (a mix of ethan and reader centered hc)

- i’m gonna say the reason ethan had landry instead of bailey for his last name is cause his mom died in childbirth so his dad gave ethan her last name. the last piece of her. (why i made that so sad? idk?)

- the bailey-landry family moved from california to new york two years after the mom’s death. bailey wanted a new start for him and the kids. so that’s where you join this tale. you meet ethan in 7th grade, partners in p.e. for a game.

“they’re gonna pummel you.” a mindless comment when your game partner stood beside you. ethan’s eyes widened and looked down at himself, “what? why?” his voice cracked on why and it added to your comment, “you’re built like a stick. but i’ll protect you.” he fell in love that day.

- so you know that scene in ITSV were miles said “i think i hit puberty” cause of his growth spurt. yeah so i would say ethan was definitely scrawny and probably 5’6 (let’s say he got bit in 10th grade, late bloomer) so the next day after he got bit suddenly he’s 6’2 with abs and muscles

“woah, when the hell did this happen?” his dad asks when ethan joins him and quinn at breakfast. ethan just mumbles, “puberty?” and bailey laughs, “more like steroids” and quinn just quirks her brows chewing her food in silence.

- i’m gonna give him the tobey powers, so his webs shoot from his wrist naturally (i know still gross, but i don’t think he’s super science smart)

imagine he’s just in his room and then sneezed into his elbow and BAM, web on the wall. he’s still and then, “what the fuck?!”

- when you saw ethan at school after the weekend, it’s was like your jaw cartoon dropped to the floor. you almost mistook him for someone else cause your mind is like that’s not your ethan. but then he walked up to you and said your name and you just said, “what the fuck happened over a two day weekend?”

- now i’m gonna say it isn’t until senior year of hs that two things happen. 1. you realize these certain feelings and thoughts about ethan that aren’t going away and you’re not mad about it. 2. you find out he’s spider-man.

1. sitting across from him at the library where the both of you are working on homework. you groan to yourself and rub your face. you look at ethan who has his eyes focused on his work, one earbud playing music while the other dangle from his shirt. his curls look more defined that day and his biceps are tight against the striped polo, it feels like your eyes can’t move away. he looks up from his paper and smiles sweetly before it morphed to concern, “you okay?” voice softer due to the rules. and for some reason your heart stuttered and it was like the air was sucked from your lungs. “yeah,” was all you could say.

2. i feel it would be the cliché finding out your friend is a superhero (think green lantern 2011) spider-man saves you from something, wrong time wrong place. he’s extra gentle with you, a little touchy, asking if your okay if you got hurt in anyway. and he practically sighs when you say your untouched from harm. your eyes catch the few ticks you notice from ethan and you think nothing at first, but when he talks and says certain words, your mind confirms it for you. ethan landry is spider-man. so you go to his house later that day and retell him the events (even though he was there) and hearing him say almost the exact same words made you blurt out, “why didn’t you tell me you’re spider-man?” and ethan freezes and tries to stutter through any answer to throw you off. “so if i look in your closet or draws i won’t find a red and blue webbed costume?” “…no”

- you help ethan with excuses when needed. skipping class? he’s at the dentist. missing a shift at the job you both work at? try and copy his voice over the shitty call. bailey asking where he is at 10:30pm? fell asleep at your place.

- ethan unofficial makes you the guy in the chair (girl in the chair? copilot?) you were really reluctant about it. he’d have you call to the police anonymously to report a tied up bad guy. you’d help stitch his outfit back together when it gets cut (you’d try teaching him and when he’d do something wrong you either grab it from his hands or put yours over his just to ‘flirt’ with him). also wash blood from the outfit (you’d cry silently to yourself in the bathroom while ethan stayed in your room to lay down. you hated when there was too much red mixed with the water. you don’t like seeing him hurt, and if you express this he’d say ‘i’m fine. i have superhealing’ and you resist punching his bicep).

- when the big bads start showing up (sinister six) and ethan was getting tossed like a bag of rice or sand, he would basically crawl to your house and and the both of you do this repetitive routine. then crawl into your bed, blanket tight and thrown over your bodies, you’d cling to each other. tucking yourself into ethan’s chest with your fist tight in his shirt, his chin digging into your head with his arms over your shoulders, his palms rubbing your back.

“ethan?” voice muffled. he hummed, the vibration tickling your cheek. “are you gonna be okay?” sounding like a scared child. his up and down rubbing continued, “of course. i can handle myself.” you knew he was saying it for your sake. “but these people, ethan. their different from street level thugs and muggers. they have powers and high tech.” “and they have weaknesses just like everybody else. spider-man always wins the day.” and then he pressed his lips to your head. and it wasn’t a peck, it was those lingering kisses where the giver is trying to pour ever ounce of love they have for the reciver.

- you have notifications for updates on spider-man. even listening to the news. the news! who watches/listens to the news?

- ethan leaves you random notes through out the day. some with a -el (holy shit my initials?) or sometimes not signed to pretend you have a secret admirer so he could be bold and blatantly compliment you (you know his hand writing, but at least this gives you some hints that he like likes you)

- you guys practically flirt when ethan approaches as spider-man in public. (the mask gives him extra confidence and you have a slight kink for the mask🫢)

- bailey hates spider-man and quinn likes him. so ethan just sits awkwardly whenever they bring up his alter-ego. trying to stay neutral if they look to him for an answer.

- if you go out and drink hard (very rare) ethan is watching your location like a hawk! texting every now and again (not trying to come off as clingy or whatever. just a worried friend) always happy to pick you up and take you home (he gives you piggyback rides and you rest your chin on his shoulder slowly falling asleep)

a/n: honestly would love to do more hc if anyone wants. but also if you do want more spider-man!ethan send a prompt to my inbox!

#anon message #ethan landry #ethan landry fic #ethan landry imagine #ethan landry fluff #ethan landry x reader #ethan landry oneshot #ethan landry headcanons #spider-man!ethan landry #spider man au

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ynbabe · 5 months

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I'm all for the transition I forgot about batboys and moved on to racers

The dc to F1 pipeline is real and should be studied also all Jason girlies are now obsessively in love with Carlos Sainz idk how to explain it but it’s true 😭😭

#dc #dick grayson #jason todd #tim drake #damian wayne #f1 imagine #carlos sainz #thx anon #anon message

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godnectar · 2 months

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yanderes tying you up and overstimulating their darling beyond their limits >>>>

☆ note : kinda shady and dark depending on how u read it,,, but I still wouldn't mind actually writing something like this if anyone requested it yk 👀... ( inbox here! )

your yandere lover who truly cannot help it. he cannot help it because it just feels so good —you feel so good— that he could never stop trying to make you shiver in pleasure, especially since you can't do anything against it. having tied you up at the beginning of the session, he didn't even notice the way your legs started to shake, or the way your eyes flooded with blissed out tears, too lost in his own world as he continued to kiss, bite, grope and thrust into you.

yandere dilf, pup, househusband, jock, florist, crush, himbo + upcoming nerd, ex-boyfriend, bodyguard, werewolf, and best friend!

your yandere lover who's completely aware of what he's doing. you thought he would untie you and let you go just like that after giving you the most mind-blowing fuck ever? of course not, sweetheart— he's not even done yet at all. why should he stop, when you look so so so pretty while writhing and mewling under him, though? you're certainly in for a night full of worship and pleasure, no matter if you might be a bit too dizzy and exhausted at the end.

yandere professor, bully, sugar daddy, husband, neighbor, assistant, vampire + upcoming tutor, doctor, pharaoh, merman, and boss!

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certainlynotasimp · 10 months

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(They've created an adorable little monster /j). Yet again, a Sunny and Migs quote to make somebody out there laugh.

[Miggy and Sunny, discussing the idea of having a second kid, when Maria is little]

Miguel: What? But I thought you wanted more kids.

Sunny: Yeah, I do... It's just, I don't think Maria is a fan of the idea... especially since she has your... tendencies.

Miguel, raising an eyebrow: ...what tendencies?

Maria, playing roughly with her toys: Sorry, Mrs. Silver, but you've bothered me for the last time...

[She proceeds to pretend rip the toy apart, biting it and clawing at it. Miguel watches this, horrified]

👀👀 I mean you see how she is with her brothers lol.

#miguel o’hara x reader #spiderman 2099 #spiderman #spiderman across the spiderverse #spiderman 2099 x reader #spiderman into the spiderverse #miguel ohara #miguel o’hara #across the spiderverse #fanfic #headcanon #incorrect quotes #incorrect quotations #anon aks #anon #anon message #anon answered #sunny x miggy

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lostprincessfantasies · 3 months

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Fuck you are so gorgeous!

Why thank you?😊

#me #anon answered #ask answered #anon message #anon ask #mine

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admirxation · 4 months

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obsessed with Hwoarang at the moment so whenever you get the chance could you write a lil something for hwoarang x fem!reader where someone is flirting with him and reader gets jealous and tells them off and then hwoarang is all like "that's hot" and then him and reader fuck✨️

Unexpected Attraction | Hwoarang oneshot request

𓆩♡𓆪┆pairing: hwoarang x fem!reader (afab)

𓆩♡𓆪┆summary: the reader and hwoarang are celebrating their anniversary, but while enjoying their date a waitress starts to become a little too flirty. this leads to the reader standing up for herself and making hwoarang even more deeply attracted to her.

𓆩♡𓆪┆word count: 2k

𓆩♡𓆪┆disclaimer: this is a work of fiction for 18+ readers only, so MDI. you’re responsible for the content you consume so if any of the following warnings trigger you, click off now.

𓆩♡𓆪┆warnings: NSFW 18+ content. female anatomy and she/her pronouns used for reader. detailed smut: p in v, unprotected sex, creampie, oral (f receiving), and fingering.

𓆩♡𓆪┆a/n: sorry for the delay have been going through a hyperfixation of baldurs gate 3 lmao. hope this is good anon. after this i will be focusing on a resident evil series but of course requests are still open, and i encourage them to help me keep practising my writing (of course always check requests rules first). love y’all <3

You and Hwoarang strolled into a quaint restaurant — to celebrate your anniversary — you were happy to finally get some alone time after how busy you two had been, too busy for each other recently. The air buzzed with laughter and the aroma of the delectable cuisine people around you ordered, comfortable with being seated at the cosy corner table. There was a candle between you two, releasing a warm and romantic hue upon your faces, you reached your hand in the middle of the table to have Hwoarang hold yours — you found it entertaining, even still, how small your hand was in his, but it always felt like it belonged in his.

“I’m glad we can finally have some alone time,” his thumb grazed the back of your hand, and you pushed your leg onto the middle of the floor, grazing the side of your foot against Hwoarang’s leg as you two looked into each other’s eyes. He was unbelievably attractive to you, even after being together for a few years now, it still felt like you had a crush on him.

After being lost in admiration you saw a waitress come close to you, you couldn’t help but notice how pretty she was; long strawberry blond hair with green eyes, she walked with confidence and self-assurance with her hips swaying with each step drawn closer; as she approached you saw her name was Abby.

“Hey there, I’m Abby, I’ll be your waitress tonight,” Abby’s attention was intended for you both but you couldn’t help but notice her emerald eyes preoccupied with Hwoarang. As she opened her little notepad her body language shifted closer to Hwoarang, of course, he didn’t notice, he never noticed these things but you could tell; you had only seen a glimpse of her character but as a woman, you could pick up on the little things. Still, you chose to ignore it; she probably just needed a tip and you had no malice to a woman trying to make money.

She took her time taking his order, making sure to ask every single question of the small details of how he wanted his food, you found this odd; you never noticed any waitress take this much care into someone’s order, but the thought of her just needing a tip helped to soothe the warmness in your cheeks that were caused with angry jealousy that slowly manifested within you — a constant battle of being understanding and your gut feeling trying to convince you of the alternative conclusion.

“That should be made for you soon sweetie,” her laughter danced in his direction, her eyes held an extra gleam when meeting his and her gestures seemed to linger a tad longer as she brushed against his shoulder while taking notes, the faintest of touches.

She then turned to you with a quick motion: “You?” her language was so abrupt, and she didn’t have that same friendly aura that she had with Hwoarang.

Keep calm, of course, she just wants a tip, it’s easy to just flirt with him, she had no ill intention, you thought to yourself. Your chest tightened with a mix of frustration and uncertainty, also wondering if Hwoarang was going to be this oblivious the whole night Abby would be your waitress.

After your internal monologue, trying to keep yourself calm you told her your order; by no surprise, she didn’t take the same level of care that she did with Hwoarang, it was a swift telling and leaving — even after multiple attempts to have a level state of mind you could feel that jealous warmth on your cheeks, that anger bubbling inside of you and wanting to just tell her off.

“Hey, you alright? You seem a bit red,” Hwoarang’s caring nature managed to bring you back to reality, understanding that while he didn’t notice and shut her down he wasn’t encouraging her behaviour either so there was a small win to look at.

“Just a bit warm.”

“I can blow the candle out if it’s getting too much for you, darling,” he moved his hand ready to make you feel more comfortable.

“No, no, it’s manageable, don’t worry about it… Honestly,” you moved your hand into his again, melting at his comforting smile that made you feel safe and secure.

“Good, I don’t want you sad… Especially on our anniversary,” he always knew how to get that smile out of you.

“Trust me, I’m happy being with you, you don’t know how much I missed this time together.”

“Hey maybe if you’re lucky this night will end with some more excitement,” he gave you a wink with some gentle laughter after.

“Always remember how bad you are at flirting,” you joked with him.

“Hey,” his eyes widened, “I can’t be that bad if we’ve been together for years now.”

He made a good point.

~~~

The night continued as you both conversed over dinner, you found each other's laughs infectious, also sharing romantic moments of feeding each other with bits the other wanted to try, it put your mind at ease and you were reminded of the time you should have been spending with Hwoarang the last few weeks, not engrossed in whatever your mind had chosen to be occupied with.

As you were continuing your conversation you saw Abby make her way over to collect your plates, you were too smiley with Hwoarang to pay that jealousy any sense of mind — for now.

“Hey, I’ll just take these away, do you wanna order dessert when I’m back,” once again she was directing all her attention to him, that gleam in her eyes that she was getting too comfortable with him was showing, you felt yourself squeeze onto Hwoarang’s hand a little harder, so much he noticed and gave you a quick glance, was he finally catching on? No, just thought you wanted more attention from him.

You declined the idea of a dessert; you two had bought an anniversary cake for back home anyway so no point in indulging in another sweet treat. Abby seemed disappointed, but a shimmer in her eyes glazed over as she told you about the bill — you couldn’t help but feel like she was up to something.

“Y/N, are you sure you’re okay, you seem off now and again,” he paused for a moment, “and the hand squeezing out of nowhere is making me think more.”

You thought for a moment before telling him what was on your mind, making sure Abby wasn’t around and keeping your voice down.

“Well… Haven’t you noticed the attention that the waitress has been giving to you?” his eyebrow peaked in interest, that oblivious mindset unfortunately still existing.

“She seems more invested in the job than other waiters, but what’s wrong with her exactly?”

You rolled your eyes at his innocent oblivion: “You seriously haven’t noticed how heavily she’s been flirting with you?”

“Sweetheart she’s just being friendly it’s what people do.”

“Mmhm, sorry but you don’t notice these things, but I can tell when a woman is scheming and flirting.”

“Okay, if you say so, I won’t argue with your intuition,” he reached for your hand, “and even if she was flirting… Or is flirting with your judgement, I’m not interested in her anyway, I’m with the person I want and only want.”

Despite knowing Hwoarang was only giving in your findings to avoid an argument, it still put you at ease with the reassurance of his love and devotion for you.

Just as a moment of happiness was experienced you saw Abby make her way to you two again, wondering what her next move was going to be.

Your check was handed over, Hwoarang reaching for his wallet to treat you even more on your anniversary date. He noticed a red blur at the corner of his eye, a kiss mark with a phone number tagged at the bottom, he felt embarrassed that he thought you were making this up or reading too much into it, he felt embarrassed for her thinking she would actually have a chance with him especially when he had everything he needed with you. You were quick to pick up on his, that jealous rage that had been manifesting inside finally wanting to explode out, you reached for the piece of paper, seeing Abby look shocked that you were actually doing something and not sitting back and letting her flirtatious behaviour continue.

“Are you serious?” you started, “you can clearly see he’s with his girlfriend and you’re flirting, have you no shame?”

Before Abby could say anything you continued to speak and interrupt whatever lame excuse she found at the back of her mind.

“Just a bit of advice here, you won’t make any good friendships if you keep this up, and any man that is willing to take this bait and go with you… Yeah, I wouldn’t even bother unless you want someone else doing what you’re doing,” she stood in silence, “so take your money, with no tip may I add, and we’ll be on our way.”

Hwoarang found himself increasingly drawn to your resilience and grace under pressure, also noticing all the signs from hindsight and finding your patience alluring; he continued to admire you as you both walked out of the restaurant into the car, an unexpected arousal constantly bothering and distracting him on the journey back home.

When you had reached your warm and comfortable place, you took no time in taking your high heels off, falling to the sofa and raising your arms to invite Hworang for a cuddle you had so desperately needed after leaving that restaurant; Hwoarang swiftly took his shoes and jacket to join you on the sofa, you melted into the warmth of his body and sinking into your favourite smell of his natural scent pulling you closer to snuggle him even longer.

“Hey I’m sorry I got all mad there, I didn’t want to embarrass —” he cut you off.

“No, no, she deserved it, if anything I should be sorry for not believing you the first time and not shutting her down sooner,” you could see a red fluster on his cheeks appear as he tried to over-explain himself.

“You didn’t start flirting back so there’s nothing to be sorry for, it’s over and I hope I won’t embarrass you like that again,” you continued.

“What makes you think you embarrassed me?”

“I don’t know,” you were trying to find the words as you snuggled closer into his chest, “I don’t want to seem over possessive or a crazy girlfriend, I should trust you to not encourage the behaviour and then let it be the past.”

There was a small bit of silence between you both as Hwoarang tried to find the courage to tell you about that unexpected feeling he had as he admired you ‘embarrass’ him: “I mean… if anything I found it kinda hot, if it makes you feel better.

You raised an eyebrow of interest: “Really, me telling someone off attracts you?”

“I mean yeah, you care enough about me to stand up for yourself, also I like to see myself as a prize for you,” he winked and giggled as he teased you.

“And I’m not a prize to you now,” you continued his teasing effort.

“You defo are, my love,” he pulled you closer with his arm around you.

“Hm, how about you prove it to me,” you wanted to see if you could get anything out of this unexpected attraction he had on the way home, after it all it was your anniversary and the night was still young.

Without hesitation he took his opportunity to gently push you onto the sofa, your back hitting the soft plush of the cushions, feeling a jolt of excitement course through your body as you anticipated Hwoarang’s actions; as his body hovered over yours, your eyes connected with his, looking at the lust gleaming in his eyes as he watched your frame under him, quickly moving into a kiss that deepened. Small moans were escaping as the kissing continued, your arms moving around his back and him using his free hand to admire your body, his hands moved from caressing your side to lifting your dress slightly and gently gliding his fingers against your clothed pussy — you released a gasp as you anticipated more.

“How badly do you want me?” he teased as he continued to press his fingers along your slit, moving his fingertips at the edge of your panties, making you keep waiting for when he was finally going to rip them off.

“Badly,” you said excitedly.

“You got me all riled up on the journey home,” his hand was venturing down your panties, you felt his warm skin come closer to your core, you getting wetter as you waited for the pleasure you loved to experience with him, “I’m finally going to have my way with you now… And looks like you’re all excited about it,” the feeling of how wet you were on his fingers made him harder, pressing and throbbing against his pants. Your voice became heavy as he pushed his fingertips deeper into you, taking it slow and enjoying how you were begging for him.

“Oh fuck, please just hurry up,” you kicked you head back softly as he inserted another finger in your core, the slowness was pleasurable but slowly killing you at the same time; you wanted him right then and now to just be rough and make you pay for how you rilled him up earlier. You never knew standing your ground would lead to such arousal.

“Be patient baby, I’m going slow, making you go crazy by the second… like I was in the car,” he smirked, pushing his fingers deep into your wet hole, you gasped louder, laboured breaths released as he continued his slow seduction, pumping his fingers into you carefully — he watched every reaction and twitch, having it boost his ego.

Hwoarang decided to take things further with changing the tempo and speed, his thumb now circling your clit, three fingers inside you surrounded by your tight walls. He watched your glistening pussy call for him, asking to stop the foreplay and just fuck you there and then.

“Fuck,” you said under your breath, biting your lip as you curled your toes the faster he pumped his fingers and swirled his thumb.

He watched you squirm, then suddenly stopping, being met with a disappointed face from you. Just as you were about to beg for more, you watched him lower himself, his face now being met with your pussy, being enticed to lick your slit, loving how you tasted as he licked a streak along your pussy, stopping to swirl his wet tongue on your clit; you felt the moans roll from within the depths of your body, emerging out through laboured breaths, your eyes rolling to the back of your head as you grabbed his soft hair, tugging it gently now and again.

You felt him smirk, knowing you were a mess under his control; he liked this upper hand he had over you.

“Does this prove I’ve only got eyes for you my darling?” he quickly asked before he grabbed your thighs and smushing his tongue deeper to eat you out.

“Yeah, of course - of course it does,” it was hard to stop an early release when he found that spot that drove you crazy, he took the time to learn and be accustomed with your body and what it loved and answered to.

As you were holding in, trying not to cum too soon, you couldn’t help but release yourself and glaze Hwoarang’s tongue.

“I’m sorry,” you quickly said.

“Why?” he smirked, “You know I love it.” He started to take his shirt off, pulling his pants off in a quick motion before saying anything else. “Now, I’m going to make you cum again.”

Excitement jolted through your body once again, admiring him as you watched his eyes deepen with lust and love, you watched as he rubbed his cock before pressing against your wet slit.

“Do you like that, baby girl?” he asked, you nodded while biting your lip in return.

He continued to tease you — only for a little bit this time — before he pushed the head of his member inside you, beginning slow before slamming the rest of his length inside you. You couldn’t help but loudly moan, digging your fingertips into his back as he positioned his hands either side of your head and started thrusting his hips harder and quicker. There was no teasing and you continued to moan his name, laboured breaths filling the air as you wrapped your legs around his waist and begged for more.

“Yes, yes, don’t stop.. fuck,” you said between your heavy breath and moans.

“Fuck, you’re so sexy, Y/N,” you felt his warm breath on your neck, closing your eyes as you got lost in how Hwoarang was treating you the way you loved; in tune with your body and knowing the perfect reactions and wants.

As he got closer to his release, he picked his upper body up, grabbing your waist to thrust his massive cock inside your deeper; he smirked as he made you cum again, glazing his cock with your body’s approval, soon filling up your beautiful pussy with his.

You felt warmth flood inside you, hearing Hwoarang’s loud orgasmic release, trying to catch his breath before pulling out and collapsing back onto the sofa, pleased but exhausted.

“That was amazing,” you said.

“It was,” he smiled, “glad we could end our anniversary with a bang,” no pun intended of course.

You giggled before you got up, cosied up to get your aftercare.

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