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0mg-bird · 1 year ago

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Hangman’s Mystery - J Seresin x Fem! Reader

Pairing: Jake ‘Hangman’ Seresin x Shy! Fem! Reader

Summary: Jake takes you to meet the crew after claims of him hiding you from them. You’re extremely shy and aren’t a fan of lots of people, making Jake be more protective of you. For once, Rooster knows more about Jake’s life than the others do.

Warnings: Mentions of anxiety - protective Jake- Fluff!- language.

“All I’m saying is it’s a little suspicious.” Payback says, opening his locker up. Jake just rolls his eyes, preparing himself to go through this debate one more time.

“I hate to say this, but I agree with him.” Fanboy pipes in, pulling his flight suit off.

Somehow, the conversations lately always turn back to you. Ever since the flight crew found out Jake’s been seeing someone and it wasn’t a casual hook up, they’ve bugged him about it ever since. It had come up one night at the Hard Deck, when Coyote suggested to a perky blonde, who had been hitting on him, to focus her attention on the southern boy who was playing pool. She eyed Jake up, pleased with what was in her gaze and moved in on him.

Some of the boys gathered around to watch the cocky pilot work his magic. Coyote figured he was doing the pilot a favor since he hadn’t been seen with a girl on his arm in a while. Imagine their surprise when Jake took a step away from the grasp on his bicep.

“What’s he doing?” Payback questions, looking appalled.

“Is he sick?” Phoenix asked as she finished her beer.

Jake had smiled politely and rejected all advances the girl made, sending her away and going straight to his pool game again.

By the time Rooster came around with a fresh drink, the group scrambled to fill him in on the alien sight they just witnessed.

“He sent her away.” Phoenix said with a slack jaw.

“Like a poor puppy.” Coyote joked.

Rooster took a swig of his beer, then shrugged like they were idiots. “Yeah, he already has a girl.”

“What?!” They all exclaimed.

Ever since that night a week ago, Jake was being grilled on it.

As he takes out a fresh shirt to slip on, Jake shakes his head. “Coyote is getting married, and y’all are icing me for having commitment?”

Payback nods. “Well that’s because we knew of his fiancée, you have been hiding this girl like a dirty little secret.”

“I think him and Bradshaw are pulling our leg.” Coyote pipes in. “I think he made her up just to fuck with us.”

Jake laughs out loud. “You are just being ridiculous now.”

Bob, who has been quiet the entire time, ‘lurking’ as the crew likes to say, finally uses his smug voice. “Look, Seresin, I get it. I had a fake girlfriend too one time in high school, it’s embarrassing to admit, buddy.” His words make the guys laugh, and Jake shuts his locker with a loud clank. “She’s not fake! She just doesn’t really like hanging out with dick heads like you guys. She’s real shy.” He glares.

“Well, I’ll believe it when I see it.” Fanboy states. “Yeah, we want to meet her. You bring her to the Hard Deck on Friday night if she’s real, or else we will never stop bugging you about it.” He says, giving Jake a harsh choice.

His hand runs down his face. “I’ll talk to her about it.”

“He’ll talk to her about it, he says.” Coyote scoffs. “Okay Seresin, go talk to your fake girlfriend about it.”

“She’s not fake!”

~~~~~~~

“Baby?” He calls, walking through your front door. Moving to set his small duffle bag on the counter, he toes off his boots, trying to place where you were in the sea side house. It was oddly quiet, maybe you had your head phones in, oblivious to the world outside.

Down the hall he goes, pushing open your cracked bedroom door. Your scrubs were tossed in the corner, almost making it into the laundry hamper. You lay sprawled in bed, hair out of your braid, asleep in one of Jake’s t shirts he left at your house and some boxer shorts.

Slowly, he creeps to your side, sitting on the edge of the bed as he strokes your hair. You slowly start to stir, opening your bright eyes to him. A smile creeps up your pink lips, you take a deep breath in and twist to sit up.

“Hi.” You grin, happy he’s here.

“You alright? It’s only five, you look tired.” His voice was calm, sweet to you as he stroked the under side of your chin with his finger.

You rubbed your eyes. “Long day.” You breathe. “Mr. Johnson passed this morning.”

Jake’s eyes grow heavy with sorrow for you. He knew that this was normal for you because you were an at home nurse and a lot of the time the elderly patients pass. “I’m sorry, honey.” He says, leaning to kiss your forehead.

You lean into his touch. “It’s alright, I should be used to it by now but…I don’t know, Mr. Johnson was a sweet man, I actually adored his company.” You softly laugh. “But, that’s life, I’ll be fine.”

Pushing the covers further off of you, you lean forward and sweetly kiss the man that’s been in your life for five months. Despite the somewhat short time period, you couldn’t imagine life being any different than what it is. Your mother and sister called you crazy for being with an aviator, reminding you that he won’t stay in town forever, that he is quite literally owned by the government and will be wherever he is assigned to. The thought was scary, getting so attached to someone just for him leave when his ship comes in. It made your anxiety tick higher when you thought about it for too long. But, you don’t think you’ve ever been this in love. You’ll be the first to admit that you’ve never been a social butterfly, you were stuck in a shell, hardly bothering to get close to new people. Your handful of friends knew this about you, so it was a surprise when they met Jake and all of his infectious attitude. Somehow, Jake had a way of prying that shell open, his strong hands took you off the shelf and he learned that there’s a light hearted, good time, girl under all the shy innocence. He loved you for both versions, and it made you love him even more.

You declared that if you could, you’d follow him anywhere.

As he takes a shower, probably using your shampoo, you move to figure out what it is that you wanted to make for dinner.

You turn on some music, cracking a beer open and taking a drink. Soon, the kitchen is full of a delicious scent that Jake smells all the way from the bedroom. He follows the waft, sweatpants low on his hips and a casual tank top over his upper half. Finding you stirring some vegetables, he kisses the side of your head, then snatches the half drank bottle from your hand. This is usually the routine, you can never finish the drink you intend to, so he’s there to finish it for you.

“I want to…ask you something.” He says, leaning back against the counter.

You hum in question, and he loves the little look you toss him from over your shoulder.

“You wanna go out on Friday night?” He asks, making you smile. “Sure, where do you want to go?” You ask, unsure why he seems off.

“Well, I think since I’ve met your friends, you should meet mine. Let’s go to the Hard Deck with them, honey.”

You immediately stop your movements, anxiety sweeping over you. “Jake…I don’t know…a bar…”

“I met you in a bar.” He reminds with a smug look.

“That was different.” You turn to face him. “I was dragged there for my sister’s twenty first birthday and you know I hated it the whole time.”

He smiles at your pointed look. “Yes, I know but this will be different. Look, we’ll go, say hi, prove you actually exist, then come home and have sex on the couch.”

Your eyes widen. “Jake!” You gasp at his bluntness.

“Fine, we’ll do it in the shower.”

“Just stop talking.” You shake your head, hiding your smile. “The crew really doesn’t think I exist?”

He comes to grips with your waist. “They think I’ve made you up, like some sad Freshman geek…like i’m Bob or something.”

“Who’s Bob?” You ask with confusion.

His head dips to your neck. “Come to the bar and you’ll figure it out.” He mumbles, inhaling your scent before nipping at your skin. It makes you laugh, desperate to push him away but his strong arms have you locked in.

Something about him could make you forget anything. Sadness, anxiety, tiredness…the veggies that are burning in the skillet.

As his mouth moves up your throat, he’s engulfing you like a starved man. You try to speak before he’s inhaling you deeply, pulling you impossibly closer with his mouth on yours, searing you with a kiss that makes your knees weak.

“Jake- baby- mm.” You battle. “Okay, I’ll go with you. Jake- vegetables are charring.”

He finally lets go of you, grinning at your laugh and the way you stumble slightly as he lets you go.

Clammy hands run down your jeans, once, twice, three times before Jake pulls you towards the entrance.

“They’re not gonna like me.” You stress.

“They’ll love you.” He states, wrapping an arm around your waist.

“They’ll be bored of me in two seconds.” You continue.

“No they won’t, just breathe, honey.”

You’re submerged into a room full of talk and music, some rowdy college kids are being thrown out and you’re sure you stepped in a puddle of spilled margarita. Your eyes are wide, and you shift closer into the larger body beside you. Jake leans down to whisper in your ear that it’s calmer in the back.

By the pool table, a group is gathered there and you immediately assume this is the infamous crew.

Phoenix is the first to notice, she smacks Payback and Fanboy, motioning for them to look alive.

“Well well, here he is, the man himself.” Coyote says smugly, setting his pool stick down.

A shorter pilot approaches you. “How much did he pay you to be here?” He asks, confusing you.

“What?”

“Just joking, I’m Reuben, but everyone calls me Payback, and you’re gorgeous.” He takes your hand in greeting, making your face heat with surprise and embarrassment.

Payback is pushed aside, and replaced by another. “I’m Fanboy, his back seater which means he’d be shit outa luck if he didn’t have me saving his ass.”

You shake his hand too, unsure of what to say.

“So, what’s your name? Wait, what was the last one, Jake? Abbi? Alison? Sorry, he has a thing for A names. Your name start with an A?” His tone is teasing, but he’s so straightforward, it makes things awkward.

Jake’s grip tightens on you. “Cut it out, Garcia.” He slowly said with a warning look.

Fanboy puts his hands up in defense. “Just trying to get to know this mystery girl you hid from us, Hangman.” He claims, then goes back to your gaze. “What’s your name?”

“Y/N, it’s nice to meet you.” You say softly, brushing him off.

You’re introduced to more guys, all who make some sort of snide comment about your relationship with Jake, well, except for Bob who was utterly polite. To your surprise, you’re introduced to Natasha greets you with a hug.

“Well, you’re real and not crazy so that’s a plus.” She jokes, making you chuckle. “You want something to drink?” She asks.

“You’re sweet, thank you. I’ll just take a beer, I’m not picky.” You say in a grateful tone, she nods, saying she’ll be right back.

Moving in from outside, Rooster makes his appearance.

“I missed the meet and greet? Damn.” He says, making you turn with a grin.

“Bradley, hi!” You greet, stepping away from Jake’s embrace momentarily. Rooster hugs you politely. “Hey girly, how are you?”

The crew grows a sour look.

“You two already know each other?” Coyote asks.

Rooster nods. “I was there when her and Hangman met.” He says so casually.

“Bradley and Ashley come over for lunch sometimes.” You add, making the group look at each other.

“Does no one tell us anything anymore or…” Bob trails off.

The night continues with chatter and worthless bets on pool shots. At no point does your hand leave Jake, whether it’s intertwined with his or on his arm, his back, your finger hooked on his belt loop, anything. It might make you look needy, but it’s something that eases your nerves.

When you do pull away from him with intention of finding the bathroom, he immediately turns when your warmth is gone.

“Where you goin’?” He questions.

“The ladies room, a place you can’t follow me in to.” You tease, starting to walk away.

He’s eyes scan the room, then watch you closely. He doesn’t miss the amount of guys that turn to watch you, scanning you up and down, definitely making comments about how good you fit in your jeans.

His paranoia gets the better of him, he marches across the bar to the hallway where the restrooms are. Back leaned against the wall, he waits, standing guard, in his mind, but the pilots call him a puppy.

“Mystery girl went and made him a golden retriever.” Payback laughs.

Fanboy nods. “We’ve lost him for good. What’s he gonna do when he leaves next month for Po-dunk, Texas- or wherever he’s from?”

They all watch as you and Jake slowly start to walk back to the group. Rooster, who finishes his beer, simply shrugs and leans to line his pool stick up. “He says he’s gonna take her with him and marry her.”

“What?!”

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polarisjisung · 5 months ago

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ꨄ X-O, KISS ME, DON'T SAY NO

KISSES WITH ENHYPEN

pairings: enha x fem! reader genre: fluff wc: 1k warnings: use of petnames, slightly suggestive notes: I wrote this for dream had to do it for enha too ! | LIBRARY

HEESEUNG — desperate, flirty kisses

A simple peck doesn't exist for Heeseung. You're like his drug, once he gets a taste, he's addicted. Quick morning kisses are impossible. One peck on your forehead easily turns into a full makeout session and suddenly you're late for work. And not for a second is Heeseung worried about your impending anger, instead he'll try and convince you to call in sick, no work meant more time for kisses, right?

“Heeseung, I have places to be” You know it's no use arguing but you seem to try anyway.

You'd been in this situation countless times before, and it ended the same way each time. In your defence, Heeseung was pretty good at convincing.

“Yeah, want me to list a few?”

Something about a kiss-driven Heeseung is so exceptionally flirty. You both know that you're never getting out of this your way. “My arms, the bed, against the wall if you're into that.

Okay maybe you didn't take much convincing either.

“All of the above?”

Heeseung can't dispute that.

JAY — forehead kisses

Jay's kisses are spontaneous, but so tender and loving, like a scene cut out straight from a high school romance.

You're perched up on the sofa with your nose stuck in one of those picture-perfect romance books you love so much.

Jay can barely make out your face from the material of the hood pulled over your head.

You look cute. There's a pair of blue light glasses resting on your nose and your eyebrows are furrowed with concentration. Jay couldn't help but leave a soft peck against your forehead. He takes a couple moments to just sit beside you and stare, truly wondering how he ever got so lucky.

Next thing you know, his hand moves carefully to tuck a stray piece of hair behind your ear, his thumb positioned just under your chin, guiding you into a slow, soft kiss.

JAKE — messy kisses

Jake kisses like a man starved.

Hands tugging at your hair, arms around your waist, loud, shallow pants filling the room. It's like he can't get enough.

He pulls back to stare at you, breathless. But only for a moment.

To Jake, catching his breath seems awfully difficult when you're staring up at him with swollen lips and a sultry gaze.

“I could kiss you forever.”

His words are more a promise than a statement, and how could you not believe him when he pulls you back in so impossibly close, letting his cold fingertips run across your skin.

Both his hands cup your cheeks, passionately. Lips moving over yours with an unsteady, fervent rhythm, and so much urgency, you swear you feel your heart beat out of your chest.

Each time you kiss is like the first, brash. But Jake always holds you so tight, like he's afraid you'll disappear the second he lets go.

When he does finally pull away, Jake exhales a soft laugh, giggling almost.

“You alright?”

You can only nod, burying your face in the crook of his neck.

SUNGHOON — distracted kisses

Playful fights or debates like whether orange juice is better than apple (it's not) or whether milk comes before or after the cereal always seem to arise with you and Sunghoon.

Part of it has to do with the fact that Sunghoon thinks you look so insanely fine when you're passionately arguing your point forwards.

But somewhere along the way Sunghoon stops listening to what you're saying, eyes zeroing in on your lips when he'd come to a sudden realisation. That shade of lipstick suited you, a little too well maybe.

“Hoon, are you even listening?”

He nods, he's not listening.

He wouldn't have this problem if the lipstick wasn't there. But you were still explaining in full detail, hand gestures and everything. And as much as he loved to hear you ramble, Sunghoon could not concentrate.

He was going insane— he needed to kiss you. Now.

You don't really know why you continue, seeing as Sunghoon's clearly not present, but you can't help but gasp when he pulls you in close and crashes his lips to yours.

“You're right, I wasn't listening”

JUNGWON — soft morning kisses

Soft and intimate, that's what kissing Jungwon feels like.

There’s quiet whispers of ‘I love you's’ and the sweetest compliments.

Even if you've just rolled out of bed, when your hair's a mess and your eyes can barely open all the way, Jungwon thinks you're beautiful.

“Good morning my love” he presses a kiss to the back of your head, just below your ear as he slips past you on the couch, making his way to the kitchen so he can check on breakfast.

But he can only stay away for so long, running back a few minutes later with your morning coffee and a couple kisses to keep you occupied while you wait for it to cool down.

“I love you.” he'd keep it short and sweet, holding your face in hands with so much care. By the time breakfast is ready, not a single inch of your pretty face remains unkissed and that's an achievement Jungwon is insanely proud of.

SUNOO — giggly kisses

You and Sunoo are like the epitome of PDA— cuddling, quick pecks on the cheeks, always holding hands— you have to have your hands on each other at all times. It's sickeningly sweet.

And matters only get worse when your behind closed doors, Sunoo would spend all his time with his lips glued to yours if he could.

He's obsessed with you, and your strawberry flavoured chapstick is anything but helpful. He needs kisses, no matter what it is you're doing.

“Sunoo, I'm busy.” You roll your eyes at him playfully, but he only shrugs, spinning you around on your desk chair.

“Too busy for kisses?”

When you nod, it's Sunoo's turn to roll his eyes.

“Wrong answer.”

And he crashes his lips to yours just as he had intended, illiciting a few giggles from you, laughing at his urgency.

NI-KI — kisses in the rain

Kisses never last too long with riki, quick pecks, passionate and loving but short. Long kisses, something you'd both be down to try but had never actually made the effort to. It's felt scary, awkward, maybe?

The two of you always had a more easygoing relationship, so your more affectionate gestures had always been kept to a minimum.

Until one night when your car broke down and you found yourself stranded in the middle of nowhere.

Rain pelted down from the sky and the wind whistled loudly, but even so, you'd be a fool not to step out of the car and watch the sunset in person.

You and Riki sat with your legs crossed, dangerously close to the cliff edge, bodies pressed against each other as an attempt to conserve heat.

There was something about that moment— maybe the soft glow of the sky as the sun dipped just below the horizon — or the way your eyes beamed and sparkled as each strand of your hair slowly grew wet. Something so raw.

Riki couldn't even bring himself to hesitate, pulling you into his lap in one swift motion and kissing you urgently.

One hand reached back to grip your hair, and another cradled your chin, guiding your lips further into his.

Safe to say, kissing in the rain might just be his favourite.

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jiminslostjammies · 1 month ago

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We want a lady in the streets, but a freak in the sheets!

ceo!husband!kento x sweetheart!reader

synopsis: your hardworking husband forgets his lunch on the counter! and like a good wife, you brought it in for him. only he was hungry for something else.

warnings: p in v, dirty talk, obsessed kento, dumbification if you squint, creampie, subtle voyeurism

a/n: i woke up at 5 and i cannot sleep for the life of me so here’s some of our favourite serious man. not proofread. also also, reqs are opened!!

ceo!husband!kento who misses you as soon as he locked the door to the house he bought under your name. he debates calling off sick and spending the day with the love of his life but ultimately decided against it; who else was going to fund your extravagant lifestyle if not your husband?

when he gets to work though, he immediately is overwhelmed by the lack of wife around him. nevertheless, he sighs and sits at his lonesome desk, counting the minutes till he gets to have his perfect girl in his arms again.

at home, you’re in a deep clean, scrubbing down the already pristine counters, when you notice the black, sticker-covered stanley lunch box. poor kennie, you think, knowing the least your poor, hardworking husband deserves, is to be starved while he breaks his back to support you.

so like a good wife, you grab the keys to your birthday bentley, and drive off, lunchbox sat pretty in the passenger seat, listening to your 90s r&b playlist.

“sir, your wife’s here.” oh, kento thinks he could cry hearing that; the new intern has messed up more times than should be possible, his computer just won’t stop crashing and, to make it worse, he notices the lack of lovebites you always litter his skin with, in those risky places that restrict him from moving too much for fear of others knowing just how naughty you are.

“send her up immediately.” his voice sounds cool and collected but internally he’s begging the elevator moves at lightning speed. curse the idea of the most powerful man being on the highest floor.

it feels like hours before you’re knocking on his door, softly pushing it open, and you’re barely in the office, before he’s got you in a bear hug, inhaling the sweet, strawberry scent of your shampoo, “fuck, i’ve missed you baby.” you giggle, used to your husbands clinginess, “oh yeah?” “yes. missed you so much.”

you start to pull away, and he feels the subtlest spiking of something nasty, but he pushes that down into the dark depths of his mind and, very unwillingly, allows you to break away from him, “you forgot your lunch kennie,” and it’s only then that he can truly appreciate how beautifully your dolled up; hair in its glorious, silky nature, pinned slightly with a single bow, and cascading down the back of your light pink sundress. his favourite, he thinks. you hold up his forgotten food, and the diamond on your finger glitters to reflect the light rays.

kento’s pants begin to tighten. it’s not his fault. you just look so damn delectable right now. so what he stuffed you full this morning, and his back is still freshly scarred by your pretty french tips? god forbid a man loves his woman.

“thank you baby,” he says softly, taking the black box from your hands and placing it on the coffee table behind, “you’re so sweet for bringing it in for me. you didn’t have to, pretty girl.”

“i wanted to kennie. know how much you don’t like the way they cook the rice here.” there’s a smile playing on your lips and your eyes are twinkling the exact same way they did when kento realised he was in love with you.

“you’re such a good wife for me aren’t you baby so good to kennie. you love him so much, hmm?” and he’s pulling you in, with one hand on yours, and the other on your waist, pressing a soft kiss to the inside of your wrist, and bringing your bodies close together.

“y-yeah, love kennie ‘s much,” your words falter, feeling the stiff outline of him against your waist. “yeah? you gonna show me love?”, dipping his head to brush your lips against his, the pillowy softness not helping at all.

he sighs when you push closer to kiss him, tiptoeing to reach him, and it only makes the blood rush south faster, before he’s got one hand behind your head, angling it, and forcing it backwards to deepen the kiss.

“you wore this on purpose huh? know how much it fucks me up, don’t you sweetheart?” and he’s rasping more than speaking, as if being parted from your lips was pure torture, “noo, just look- looked pretty.” you’re struggling to speak courtesy of the lack of oxygen kento’s allowing you, but it only makes him run hotter.

“you look so gorgeous love. but you’d look even better, with it on the floor yeah?”

“we can’t! you’re supposed to be wor - mmfff,” he shuts you up with another hard kiss, and when he pulls away there’s a string of saliva connecting you both, which kento swears is an aphrodisiac.

“you’re gonna come in here looking like heaven and not let your poor husband make you cum? you’d do that to me?” he sounds almost ruined, like he couldn’t quite believe he was having to say this; you’re better than to suggest he’d be embarrassed of fucking his pretty wife.

“no ken! want you..” and that’s all he needs to hear before he’s picking you up and sitting you down on his desk, haphazardly throwing around loose sheets, that he’ll probably need later, but can’t bring himself to care about now, not when there’s the most stunning woman he’s ever lied eyes on, practically drooling for him.

kento loosens his tie, before he’s back to his bruising assault on your already swollen lips. he feels your hands wrap around his hair, and when he bites a little too hard, you tug harsher than intended on the blond strands; it has him seeing stars.

“need you right now darling. can’t wait. i need to taste you,” and that’s exactly what he does, dropping to his knees and spreading your thick thighs apart. he doesn’t even bother to hike your dress up, opting to push his head under the thin material.

he kitten licks at your clit through your pretty panties, a spot he’s memorised along with the rest of your gorgeous body. and when he tastes your arousal seeping through the fabric, he feels a little more pre coat the inside of his boxers. he tears your panties off, rubbing your thighs with the promise of buying you a hundred others when you help in surprise, and then he’s on you like a mad man. sucking, biting, slurping. kento’s usually a very meticulous, very put together man; that’s all flipped on its axis when it comes to sex with you. he becomes a sadistic, messy beast, making you come several times before he does. and it’s no different now.

you can feel his tongue plunge into your hole, and it has your back arching so deliciously, “ken- kennie- can’t- need to cum!”. he smiles against your cunt, swallowing as much of your constantly relaxing juices as he can, jaw dripping with your slick, and he’s mumbling out something along the lines of, “you brought me my lunch. now let me eat.”

he’s spelling his name against your nub, and it’s got you squealing his name, wondering whether to push him further or pull him in deeper. you don’t get to decide quick enough, because as you’re on the verge of a perfect climax he pulls away!

when he appears out from under your dress, he notices the tears leaking from your pretty brown eyes, clinging to your lashes, and it only makes him impossible harder, “aww pretty baby, that was really mean of me wasn’t it?”

you only nod your head, sniffling slightly, and it has your husband losing his mind, “kennie will make it better okay?” and he’s pressing his lips against yours again, kissing and sucking on your neck as he works to undo his pants, while leaving deep red marks of possession on you.

his dick springs free, angry and leaking, and hits your inner thigh, coaxing a wanton moan from your throat that has him shuddering, “please ken, don’t t-tease.. wan’ you ‘s bad,” and it’s the fuel he needs before he’s pressing a soft kiss against your forehead and lining his tip up to your entrance.

he pushes in, and in the first thrust, his mushroomed tip smooches your cervix, a delicious burn that has you almost screaming, before your husband presses his hand against you, “gotta- gotta be quiet for me baby, don’t- want anyone else hearing my pretty sounds,” he’s pulling out till only the tip is in you before he slams back in, the smack of his heavy balls against your ass reverberating off the walls; your eyes squeeze shut and your nails and digging into his exposed forearms, on the verge of drawing blood, but it only makes him fuck you harder.

“fuck sweetheart, squeezing me so tight. feels so good, shit, you were, ahh, made for me, weren’t you baby? all mine, yeah? never gonna- let anyone else see my pretty pussy. would die for you, fuck, would kill for you, pretty, you know that right? tell me you know that. tell me you- ohhh- you know how much kennie loves you.”

he’s thrusting into you at a ruthless pace now, as if he’s on the verge of death and you’re the only thing that can save him; perhaps you are. his grip on your waist tightens while the other lands on your throat; his thumb coaxes your bottom lip before he shoves it inside and he’s forcing you to look at him, into the eyes of a man turned savage, before he tells you to, “say it. say it baby,”

you’re crying out that you do, that he’s the only one who gets you like this, that you’re all his, and his tip leaks into your sopping cunt even more.

“you’re so ‘s deep kennie! can feel you all- all the way here!”

oh. he thinks. you don’t know what you’ve just said. his pace falters for a second before he’s using the hand on your throat to rub rapid circles on your sensitive nub, “god, baby, you don’t- you can’t just, say that. fuck, you don’t know what it does to me. gonna put a baby in you. gonna force my cum so deep in you, it has to take. no choice but to carry my baby. never gonna leave me. not even if you wanted to. so mine, beautiful. only mine. only. belong. to. me,” he punctuates each word with a hard, full thrust, “an’ I’m yours baby. all yours. only for you. love you so much, love you, love you,”

and you cum with white dots dancing in your vision, your high hitting you so hard, you’re forced to bite into your husbands shoulders to repress the screams, and it catalyses kento’s cum too. creamy ribbons paint your insides, sloshing around with your own, as he fucks you through your highs, overstimulating you both.

his breathing is erratic and heavy, his blonde hair slick with sweat and he’s looking at you like you just hung the moon and the stars. you hold him by the jaw and connect your lips to his, giving him the sweetest kiss that has his heart back flipping and his cock standing up again.

maybe he should intentionally leave his lunchbox home more often.

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mybigsnowman · 3 months ago

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anything for you

pairing sylus x afab!reader

summary sylus turns up at your apartment after you accidentally text him while in pain

tags second-person pov, sick fic, pre-relationship, pre-friendship too, reader is wary of sylus, uterus related pain, not a period fic, lowkey doctor hate

word count 1.2k

note somewhat of a character study if u really squint and very self indulgent, almost a vent fic, and written about my own pain while I was suffering at the hospital, pre-period cramps are like hell. you can tell how frustrated I am with doctors...

cross posted to ao3

I think I need to go to the hospital.

Sylus assumed that you'd sent the text to the wrong person. He tried calling you to no avail. Twice, three times, the phone rang and rang before going to voicemail. Mephisto’s view was dark, your curtains were drawn shut and if it wasn't for the motorcycle outside he would've assumed you were out. He opened the text again and debated on what to do.

You wouldn't send him this, not now at least, he could tell you were still wary of him. But he couldn't ignore it. He was already close by meeting a buyer in Linkon; it wouldn't take long to check on you, twenty minutes if he speeds —and he does.

When he arrived your curtains were still drawn. A part of him began doubting if you were even home. Maybe you got injured on the job; you didn't always drive yourself to work. It was a possibility he'd think of after checking your apartment. He was calm and rational even in moments of stress, this didn't rattle him. He would find you if you weren't here. He found you before and he'd find you again.

He heard the muffled sound of the television when he reached your door. You were probably home so he tried to knock. Once, twice, three times—there was no answer. So he resorted to what he knew best and destroyed the lock. He'd fix it for you later.

The inside was dark, only the faint glow of the television filled the place. He saw you curled in on yourself with half your face squished down on the couch, and if it wasn't for the sudden shift of your body he would've assumed the worst.

Before he could get closer, he saw your head move as you turned to face him. You were fine enough to still be alert; whatever pain you were in wasn't deadly.

You squinted, for a moment not recognising the looming figure in the dark room. But your mind caught up; it could only be one person. “Sylus? What are you doing here?”

“You texted me.”

You tried to push yourself up to look for your phone but grimaced at the sudden movement as another cramp shot through your lower abdomen causing you to inhale sharply. You were taking laboured breaths with every movement.

Sylus finally saw the sweat on your skin, your shirt was stuck to your body. “Let me help you up.”

“You don't need to. I'm fine.” Giving up on sitting, you patted around for your phone. You were certain you hadn't texted him. The last person you were talking to was Tara, you were sure of that. Finally, you found it lodged between the back of the couch and the cushions. Your eyes burned as they adjusted to the sudden brightness.

Sylus watched your face as you unlocked your phone. The bright screen illuminated your features making your tense expression obvious.

“Sorry, I didn't mean to send that to you.”

Although he'd expected it, Sylus still felt wounded that you wouldn't rely on him. But alas, he was here and he would help you. Without asking why you were in pain he spoke up again, “Let me get you to the hospital.”

“You don't need to, I'm fine, really.” You hated the position you were in, the pain had subsided slightly, but you were still vulnerable in front of him. It scared you—he still scared you. You never gave him the pin to your door, he'd clearly broken in. And maybe it was out of worry, or something else, you still couldn't figure out his true intentions when it came to you.

“You don't have to pretend to be strong, sweetie.”

“Why did you even come here? Were you worried about me?”

Sylus couldn't answer. It was a simple yes, he was worried about you, but he could see it in your eyes that you wouldn't believe him. You were already on edge because of the pain.

“Do you like me, Sylus?”

You were relentless. Even while in pain you mocked him with a question you'd asked before—a question he couldn't answer without giving away too much. It was a yes, always a yes.

But before he could give you a dismissive answer, he heard you groan in pain.

And before he could get closer to check on you, you dismissed him. “Just get me painkillers. The medicine box is in the kitchen.”

He obeyed you, whatever you wanted. He brought your medicine storage box over with a cup of water after turning the lights on.

You'd finally managed to sit up, you were still curled in on yourself while sitting. Your hand reached out for the medicine box when he got closer. You rummaged around a bit before finally finding the pill package. You downed two, all the time feeling Sylus’ strong gaze on you. You probably looked like a mess, you'd been crying before you fell asleep.

He finally spoke up again, “Are you sure you don't need to go to the hospital?”

“There's no point,” you said as you closed your eyes and leaned your head back. “They'll say nothing’s wrong.”

“We’ll go to another hospital then.”

“Do you think I haven't tried?” Your words had more bite to them than you intended, but you were in pain, and still wary of his presence—you couldn't really control it. His need to throw solutions at you like everything was easy if you just tried hard enough was irritating, so you explained it further, trying to convince him how useless these doctors were. “I've gone to ten different clinics. They all say it's normal, just regular pain before my period. Even though I can't breathe or move right. It's stupid.”

Sylus could hear how frustrated you were, you sounded like you had a lump in your throat.

“Fuck, it really feels like I'm having contractions,” you said with a breathy laugh hoping to dissipate some of the tension, but even that mild action hurt.

“I'll find you a good doctor.”

“I'm sure you will.” Your reply was mocking, and dismissive, but a part of you hoped that he could. Every gynaecologist in Linkon was useless but maybe the N109 zone had someone special, a doctor that wouldn't just say it's anxiety or dismiss your pain altogether; the thought nearly made you laugh. It really would be a feat if Sylus found someone.

“Do you need anything else?”

“No, you can leave.” You wanted to thank him but it felt strange.

“I can't. Your lock’s broken.”

You sighed in frustration and rubbed your eyes. “Fix it then.”

“I will, anything for you.”

You hated his tone—always too earnest. He listened to you like a loyal dog sometimes; he listened like he owed you something.

You'd take advantage of it if he wanted to be this way. “I want to eat something.”

“Tell me what you want.”

He ordered what you demanded of him before asking you where the toolbox was.

Your eyes lingered on him as he knelt in front of the door, fixing the lock all on his own. He could’ve called someone to do it, it would’ve been easier, he didn’t have to stoop so low for you. Your eyes grew heavier as you watched him work. Your body betrayed your mind; all the wariness you felt towards him wasn’t enough to stop the ease that spread through your limbs. Perhaps subconsciously his presence felt familiar.

Your eyes closed as your cramps subsided significantly. You felt yourself doze off as the sound of Sylus fixing your lock lulled you to sleep.

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trickphotography2 · 9 months ago

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Two Lines

Pairing: Jake 'Hangman' Seresin x female!reader

The last thing Jake expected to see first thing in the morning was a pregnancy test in the trash can. And he definitely didn’t expect a debate with his wife about what those two lines meant.

Word count: 1.5K

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It took a lot to shock Jake ‘Hangman’ Seresin.

Not only had he made it through a military academy, he was a combat pilot who’d seen action in two war zones and had medals to back up his claim that he was one of the Navy’s best.

But the sight of the pink-capped test in the bathroom trashcan had him choking on his toothbrush.

Adrenaline shot through him, waking him up from the half-stupor he’d been in. It was still early before your alarm went off. But you’d been restless all night, tossing and turning and grumbling about what a stupid idea it was to get your work-mandated flu shot at the same time as your COVID booster.

“Not sure why you did it,” he’d teased, brushing the hair from your eyes. “You always feel like crap after.”

“I know,” you whined, curling closer to him even as your body ached and your stomach clenched. “I just needed to get it out of the way, and since I don’t have any clients tomorrow, I figured I could call out sick if I needed to.”

But that didn’t explain the pregnancy test in the trash.

After just under a year of marriage, you weren’t actively trying to get pregnant, but neither were you trying to prevent it. Both of you were in agreement that you’d be happy to have kids if it happened, but you were also satisfied with it being just the two of you for a while, or even forever.

Your period being late wasn’t uncommon, especially when you were stressed. And with the clinic officially understaffed and you taking on a larger client panel while trying to balance groups and to promote to a leadership spot, Jake knew you were stressed. For the first time, he’d seen you working on the weekend to catch up on session notes and submit consults, making sure your clients were getting connected to the services they needed.

The test was probably just for peace of mind, he reasoned, forcing himself to finish brushing his teeth while keeping his eyes on the trashcan. It wasn’t the first time you’d taken one, but it was the first time you hadn’t told him about it… that he knew of. And if you’d thrown it away, it had to be negative. You’d stumbled back to bed just an hour ago after using the bathroom, waking him as you collapsed back onto the mattress and declaring that you were calling in sick. When he’d pulled you to his chest and kissed your forehead, he’d felt your low-grade fever.

Just like he’d expected. It was why he’d stopped at the Commissary on the way home from work, grabbing bananas, applesauce, and bread to make sure you had something to eat while wallowing on the couch between naps.

Besides, he knew he’d be joining you on Saturday - he had his appointment to stop at the base hospital and get his mandatory annual flu shot, too. While it didn’t take him out like it did with you, he’d never pass up an excuse to have a lazy weekend.

With a forced nonchalance that he didn’t feel, Jake put away his toothbrush before reaching for the pregnancy test. Turning it, he saw two lines.

Two lines.

Jake stared, mouth dropping open. His eyes darted from the lines to the diagram on the side of the window, explaining how to interpret the results, feeling a strange sensation of excitement and terror at the confirmation.

Pregnant.

You were pregnant.

Confusion tempered his joy as he set the test on the counter and took a step back, pressing the heels of his hands into his eyes to scrub away any lingering sleep. But when his vision cleared, there was no denying it.

Two dark lines.

Grabbing the door handle, Jake forced himself to take a deep breath before walking back into the bedroom. You’d dozed off again, breathing even and face half-hidden by your sleep mask. He’d bought you the first one as a joke when you’d moved in after a week of grumbling when he turned on the lights to get ready for work. While you both left the house at the same time - him to head to the base, and you to the hospital - he enjoyed taking his time with his morning routine, while you preferred hitting the snooze button as many times as possible before sprinting to get ready and out of the house on time.

You groaned when he sat at your hip, planting one hand on the mattress and reaching up to nudge the mask to your forehead. Refusing to open your eyes, you slapped at his hand, “Lea’me alone,” you grumbled.

“You got something to tell me, sweetheart?” he asked, forcing his voice to be even. While he was excited about the pregnancy, if you’d thrown the test away, you might not be.

“‘M not goin’ to work,” you sighed, rolling onto your side and hugging your pillow tightly.

“I know. Anything else?”

“Love you, have a goo’day.” Your words slurred as you started to drift again. When he said your name, a hint of exasperation creeping into his tone, you sighed and rolled onto your back. Kissing the tips of your fingers, you held them up for him. “I feel gross and don’t wanna kiss you in case it’s not the shot.”

“Is that why you took the pregnancy test?” One eye cracked open, and you saw your husband smiling down at you, a slightly manic gleam in his sea-green eyes.

Shrugging, you yawned, “Kinda. But it was negative.�� Jake was silent for a long moment, and you felt him place a hand on your stomach.

“Darlin’… the test wasn’t negative.”

“It was.”

Jake barked a laugh. “There are two lines!”

“I know.”

“Two lines is pregnant!”

“Two lines is negative.”

“No, it’s not,” Jake argued. Huffing, you opened both eyes to glare at him.

“I read UAs twice a week at work, Jacob. I know what a negative result looks like.” As the person in charge of the Contingency Management program in your clinic, you administered and read urine drug screens, knowing with a quick glance if there were prescription or illicit substances in your client’s sample. If the two lines popped up for a negative result for their targeted substance - meaning they’d been abstinent - they earned the opportunity to draw for a prize. A single line meant that they had traces of the substance in their system, providing a positive result.

“Maybe for drug tests, but obviously not for a pregnancy test.”

“Move,” you grumbled, bumping your legs against him to get out of bed.

“Where are you going?” Jake asked.

“To prove you wrong.” Chuckling, he stood and smirked when you threw your sleep mask onto your pillow and brushed away the hand he offered to help you out of bed. The bathroom light was still on, and he followed behind you as you picked up the test he’d left on the sink, holding it in front of his face. “See? Two lines. Negative.”

Taking the test, Jake put his thumb over the Not Pregnant example and held it in front of your eyes. “See? Two lines. Pregnant.” He could only smile as your gaze shifted from glaring at him to squinting down at the test - you hadn’t put your glasses on yet. He watched your eyes widen with shock, darting from the instructions to the result window. Your lips parted, but no words escaped as your eyes rose to meet his again. “Say somethin’, sweetheart.”

“Why the FUCK are my POC cups the only damn thing that has a single line as positive?” you demanded.

That startled a laugh out of him, and Jake tossed the test back onto the counter and tugged you into his arms. Your fingers dug into his back, and he could feel you shaking. “You alright, darlin’?”

You were silent for a long moment before sighing, “Just realizin’ that I’m gonna be triple-checking results for a while. It’s gonna make my appointments run so much longer.”

Chuckling, Jake pulled away just far enough to meet your watery gaze. “What about this one? You gonna triple-check it?”

“I mean, you’ve pretty much done it.” An embarrassed smile flit across your mouth. “Is this where you say ‘I told you so’?”

“Pretty sure this is where I say I love you,” Jake replied, leaning down to kiss you softly. Carefully, he backed you up until your ass hit the counter and lifted you onto it. Your legs wrapped around his hips, arms draped across his shoulders as his hands slid under your shirt to wrap around your waist.

“Love you too. You ready to be a daddy?”

“Hell yeah. You ready to be a mama?” The question made you pause, but the steady confidence your husband exuded made you smile. Even if you weren’t quite ready, he would be there to help you get there.

“Yeah,” you said after a moment.

It would take you a couple of weeks to feel confident interpreting the UA results with a glance again, but you even chuckled when you started telling people about the pregnancy, and Jake boasted that he was the one telling you that you were pregnant.

After all, how many fathers got the chance to do that?

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Author's Note: This little fic has been on my mind since yesterday when I had to fill in last minute for our CM clinic when a clinician called out sick, and had to administer and interpret 2 UAs in 30 minutes, then do brief counseling with the gentlemen before going. I've laughed with my friends before about how our POC cups (the same ones in the graphic above) are one of the only tests where two lines is negative.

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rafeslvbug · 23 days ago

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ohh i already have a req for pediatrician!rafe!! i would love to read something where reader is the one who's sick and he's there for her just like he's always there for her baby and he's like "you always take care of her, just let me take care of you now" <33

(got carried away, and missed the actual sick bits, but urm hope you like it anyways!!)

all through the night, you had been fine.

in the morning, you were far from it.

sneezing, small coughs and a cold you do doubt caught from one of the sickly kids at aurora’s daycare.

rafe had left earlier for work, leaving you to drop her off as you always did. not holding her hand or carrying her to the car as you would because you wouldn’t risk passing your cold to her. instead she just pouted and frowned the whole way to the car, wobbling on her legs and looking back at you every ten seconds to make sure you hadn’t run off without her.

when you arrived, you walked her insie, and remained standing so all she could do was bring herself nearly to tears over not being able to get a goodbye kiss. you had to blow her one, for her chubby little hand to catch. even this didn’t stop her from racing forward and tumbling on unsteady legs to cling to yours, babbling words along the lines of “bye-bye momma.”

in many ways sending your child off to daycare felt wrong, then again every parent did this when they got off maternity leave. you sniffled the whole way back to the car, not because you were getting emotional but because your cold only seemed to grow by the minute.

reluctantly, you had to call your boss at the hotel and ring in sick, finding a quick replacement for your job shortly thereafter. driving home with a headache felt like a terrible idea, but you did it nonetheless.

the day was spent drowned in tissues, which you later forced yourself to clean up, and tea cups that you drank religiously.

rafe would be home soon, and then he’d leave to pick aurora up as he did because you were supposed to be working. but you couldn’t have a paediatrician getting sick, passing it to his patients or aurora. so you sterilised the house. the best anyone who’s sick can manage, confining yourself only to your bedroom, surrounded by medicine, water and the tv noise.

when the door shut, you didn’t hear it, rafe heard the tv though. peeking his head through the door, he smiled at the sight of you, whereas you felt most certainly dead inside. “hey, why’re you home?” he asks, changing out of his scrubs into something more comfortable to go pick aurora up.

“i’m sick.” you groan, watching his face morph into sympathy.

“ah shit, how you feeling?” he settles himself on the edge of the bed, reaching towards you but you move backwards.

“terrible, and you shouldn’t touch a sick person, rafe, you’ll get sick yourself,” you warn him, yet he only shakes his head with a chuckle.

“baby i deal with sick patients daily, an’ i come out healthy as anything, trust me, you won’t make me sick.” he tucks some hair behind your ear and out of the way, hand travelling down to close around yours.

“stay home tomorrow, i’ll drop aurora off in the morning,” he says, giving your hand a squeeze before he stands to get his coat and keys.

“no, i mean i dropped her off today, i think it’ll be fine,” you argue, not wanting him to adjust his shift or do more than he should have to. he only gives you a blank look, however, disapproving of your refusal.

“not a debate, sweetheart, you take care of her all the time, it’s my turn now to take care of her and you, especially you,” he murmurs, pressing a kiss to the top of your head, testing the ‘i won’t get sick’ theory to it’s very limits.

“take the day off tomorrow!” he calls before leaving, shutting the door to get aurora.

the next day was spent with him, taking the later shift, carrying aurora into the room to give you a goodbye wave and then leaving to drop her off.

he left you with a sweet note, a tray with tea, medicine and breakfast with fruits he claimed would help your immune system. and who were you to argue with a doctor?

he came home from work quicker than usual, still in his scrubs and with aurora supported in one arm, his bag in the other, having picked her up. he set her down on the floor of the bedroom, letting her fiddle with her toys while he came over to you. “hey sicko,” he murmurs, tossing his bag to the ground and chuckling when you narrowly avoid the kiss he was about to give you by flicking your head to the side.

“seriously, stop tryna catch my cold!” you scold, but he kisses your cheek anyway.

“not gonna catch anything,” he mumbles, sitting down next to you.

“how was work? and how’s rory?” you ask, peering over the bed to see your daughter, fixated on a little knot in the strap of rafe’s bag, her tongue stuck out in concentration.

“work’s work, and ro-ro’s good, hey do you wanna tell momma what you got at daycare today?” he says, calling over to her.

“yeah,” she squeals excitedly, rushing to her feet and holding out the gold star sticker she got on her finger. “look, momma!”

you feign a gasp, breaking into a smile, “well done sweetie!”

“yeah she got it for good behaviour, or whatever one year olds can do,” he grins, ruffling her hair before she plops herself back on the ground. rafe grabs ahold of your hand, gently tugging you with him as he stand, “come on, baby, gotta rid of you that virus.”

rafe had no care that he might just contract your sickness, none at all when he joined you in the shower or washed your hair, or repeatedly tried to kiss you, claiming it was harder to spread your cold that way and that you should listen to him because he was a doctor. he made you tea, and dried your hair, fed aurora and he buried you with blankets to make sure you were warm at night, even if you refused to let him cuddle you.

he’d make up for it when you were better. and at this rate, this was going to be very soon.

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