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Just friends (part 1) |  Fezco x Reader

Summary: You ask Fez to take your virginity

Pairing: Fezco x Reader

Word count: 1k

Prompt: reader asks fez to take her virginity?

Warning: nudity, first time (idk what to add)

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The first time it happened, you were the one to bring it up.

Being a virgin at seventeen sucked. All of your friends were talking about their experiences, comparing and discussing their sexual activities, but you were always left out. You weren’t a complete virgin though. You had done stuff with boys, but your cherry still hadn’t been popped and you were tired of not knowing what they were talking about. You wanted to be part of the conversation.

After listening to Maddy bragging about Nate’s big dick and how deep and hard and fast he pounded into her last night, you picked up your phone and sent a message to the first person who came to mind.

9:30pm [To: Fez] Will you take my virginity?

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Cassie: “Just take it one day at a time 😌”

Rue: “Cassie, how long have you been FUCKING Nate Jacobs?”

Me:

A Metaphor for Fidelity.

i’m back.. my first post did so wel i’m going greatful for all the support i love you all!!!

Elliot x reader, 18+

this is sad lol, I wanted to do something completely different to my first fic I posted so here u go🥲 ITS ALSO RLLY SHORT IM SO SORRY XXXX

“Fuck baby, doing so fucking well.”

His moans sounded like a piano to me. A melody that flowed so effortlessly and with such ease that it was simply intoxicating. His words kept me going, praises coming out from the confines of his lips every second that his mouth was not busy on mine.

These praises made me go just that bit harder, bouncing on his lap while he filled me up. My fingers found his hair and pulled his neck backwards to expose the empty flesh that I would soon go on to claim with my marks. Sex with Elliot is indescribable. He knows what to do. He knows how to make me squirm, but he also knows how to make me relax. He has the ability to make me beg for more, even when my body has been pushed to its absolute limit; he is something else all together.

And then, when I can feel the elastic string in my stomach slowly reaching its breaking point, I go faster. Running my hands seductivly down my stomach, grasping my breast on the way to my clit. Tracing harsh circles, it was the thing that brought me to the near edge. I was so close, so near my optimum pleasure. So close when..

“Oh god, fuck, Jules.”

It didn’t even register at first. So I kept going until I was done. Thinking back on my actions I was an idiot for blocking it out. It was only until I saw his face while holding myself up on his shoulders that it fully clicked what he had just done.

My face dropped first, then my heart. The feeling was new, it wasn’t anger or jealousy. It wasn’t sadness either. Making my way off of the man I can’t believe that I had actually slept with, I rushed to put on my clothes. Taking extra effort to blank out the noises surrounding me. A blur of ‘baby please’ and ‘wait, let me explain’ is all I was able to catch during his shitty attempt at making the situation any less embarrassing.

He grabbed my face and that’s when I lost it. The thing is, that I didn’t know how he wanted me to react. “Don’t you fucking touch me.” Was all I managed to say before I just starting balling. All of my emotions pouring out in the form of small droplets of water. The water on my chin failing to fall down and instead sliding down along the hickeys on my neck; the irony of the tears he caused aligning with the pleasure he once placed upon my skin.

My mind begged the question, did he sleep with her? Was he thinking of Jules while inside of me? But my heart begged me to leave. To place a bandage over my valves and arteries to prevent any further damage. I have always been a more logical girl.

“Have you had sex with her?”

Moments pass and the only thing that could be a kind of considered an answer to my question was a man I front of my lowering to his knees, hugging my thighs and saying sorry. I had never been cheated on. I didn’t know how people owned up to their sins. Reflecting on this experience I should’ve known what had happened by his whole show he put on. However, I had to get the verbal clarification I needed, I needed proof that I wasn’t going crazy.

“Answer my fucking question Elliot, I swear to g-“

“Yes.”

I released the breath I held in my chest and started to leave. My chest rising and falling at the same rate that my feet were walking. I swiped my phone and my keys off of his night stand, purposefully knocking over an full ashtray while I was at it, and swore to myself I would never step foot in his room again. I refuse to be treated like this.

He trailed after me like a lost puppy. Burying his face in his palms. I ignored every word he had said, none of them meaning anything to me anymore.

When discussing the touchy subject of infidelity, I believe that it should be brought up more that the culprit will always be caught at a time they are least expecting it. That there might not be a day that it all ‘just clicks’, that sometimes it’s a shock to your entire system that someone so in love with you would decide that you are not enough. That their greed is more important than your being. It’s infuriating.

Getting home was not a time a recall. I don’t remember leaving his house, I don’t remember entering mine, and I certainly don’t remember texting Jules. Not that it was anything bad, if my mind was alive and in the state it is now in I think I would’ve done the same.

To ‘Jules’ : whore

✦ our jacket ✦

pairing: Shang-Chi x reader

summary: Shang-Chi loves his red bomber jacket and never leaves without it. You wear it to bed after a night out and your boyfriend needs it back.

a/n: Am I the only one who just found out Shang-Chi's bomber jacket is reversible? I had no clue until recently haha. Just a little something I was able to write with how hectic things have been for me. Hope you enjoy, happy reading 💛

*All mistakes/errors are mine

reblog/like/feedback are greatly appreciated! ✨

word count: 1.2k

“Bye Katy!” you giggle, stumbling a little as you and Shang-Chi wave Katy good-bye. Turning into your boyfriend, your hand cups the side of his face. “You’re so handsome. Like the most pretty face I’ve seen.” You hiccup and giggle again as Shang-Chi pulls you into an embrace. Nuzzling into his chest you softly sigh, “So so warm. Don’t want to leave.” Shang-Chi places a kiss on the top of your head, arms tightly circled around your waist.

You let out a quiet whine when he pulls you from the warm embrace. “Well you’ll be even more warm if you put my jacket on.” Shang-Chi wraps his bomber jacket around your shoulders. “C’mon we gotta get going. And you,” Shang-Chi cups your face in his hands, “need to get some rest. I can’t wait to hear about how bad your hangover is tomorrow morning.” He places a soft kiss on your pouty lips.

The karaoke bar isn’t far from your shared apartment, only a few blocks away. But in your tipsy state, your legs felt like you’ve been running a marathon. The walk to your apartment was quiet, only the sound of yours and Shang-Chi’s soft breathing and occasional passing cars. The combination of your boyfriend’s sandalwood cologne and the warmth radiating off of him slowly lulling you to sleep. You don’t know how long you’ve been walking until your movement comes to a slow halt.

“Hey…” Shang-Chi presses a kiss to your temple. “Baby we’re home, it’ll be more comfy in our bed.” Shang-Chi carefully guides you up the two flights of stairs; thank goodness you guys weren’t too far up. Before you know it, Shang-Chi sits you on the edge of your bed, carefully sliding off your boots. He kneels before you, placing the stray piece of hair behind your ear, “I’ll be a second, just gonna grab you something more comfy.” As Shang-Chi stands, you wrap your hand around his wrist, pouting your lips for a kiss. Shang-Chi laughs and places a loving kiss on your delicate lips before he’s off to your shared closet.

Between you trying not to fall asleep and the tipsy thoughts that ran through your head, you had not noticed Shang-Chi coming back with an oversized t-shirt. “Do you want me to help you change?” Shang-Chi chuckles when you raise your arms above your head, taking it a “yes.” He slips you out his bomber jacket, unzipping the floral dress adorning your body. You suddenly flop backwards, wiggling the straps off your shoulders, discarding the rest down your curves. Your boyfriend laughs at your drunk antics and pulls you forward, slipping the t-shirt over you.

“I’m still cold” you softly whine, “Can I wear it?”

“My jacket? Baby you’re going to be so warm under the covers.” Shang-Chi picks his bomber jacket off the floor, wrapping the jacket around you. “Plus you can cuddle me, I’m like a furnace.” You pout, shake your head no, and go on a tipsy ramble about how it’s not enough. Shang-Chi gives in when your eyes get glossy. “Okay,” Shang-Chi soothes, his hands smoothing your hair, “You can wear my jacket.” You let out a content sigh as he shifts you onto your side of the bed.

“I swear, I think you love that jacket more than you do me.” Shang-Chi kisses your temple one last time as you start to fall asleep. And it’s true, you love Shang-Chi’s red bomber jacket. There have been numerous occasions where you and Shang-Chi argue over who gets to wear it or why it’s your jacket. However Shang-Chi had to admit, you did look better in it, in all his clothes really. Stripping down to his boxers Shang-Chi steals one more glance at your sleeping figure. Yeah, you look really good in his clothes. But even more beautiful without anything on. Shang-Chi slips into bed next to you, slowly letting sleep consume him.

*****

It was no surprise to Shang-Chi that you were still asleep. Your lips were slightly parted, soft snores passing through. Shang-Chi places a soft kiss on your cheek, your lips pull into a small smile. You nuzzle deeper into your pillow, not wanting to wake up just yet. Shang-Chi climbs out of bed, stretching his arms before dropping down for a few push-ups. Wanting to be the best boyfriend and gain some brownie points, Shang-Chi decides to pick up your favorite bagels and coffee from your favorite place around the corner. Shang-Chi quietly shuffles around your bedroom to get ready. With his teeth brushed and water splashed onto his face, Shang-Chi checks his pockets to make sure he has everything.

Wallet, check.

Phone, check.

Keys, check.

Jacket, che—.

Shang-Chi never leaves the apartment without his favorite jacket. This was an odd occurrence, Shang-Chi always remembered it. He quickly scans the room, seeing where he could’ve misplaced the jacket last night. It wasn’t draped across the chair. Not on the ground. Where did I put it, he thought. Maybe he left it in the living room? Or the closet? The last time Shang-Chi remembered having the jacket was when he wrapped it around you last night.

You had his jacket. Oh boy.

Shang-Chi turns to look at your sleeping figure. He had forgotten you asked to wear his jacket to bed. Shang-Chi knew that once you were wrapped in his jacket, there was no way of getting it back without a fight. For a slight second Shang-Chi thought of forgoing his jacket, maybe letting you win this time. He could’ve easily gone to your shared closet and put on a different jacket. However, Shang-Chi decided (for some reason) to poke the bear.

“Baby.” Shang-Chi softly coos, peppering your face with kisses. “Can I get my jacket?” You scrunch your nose in your sleepy state, clearly offended at his request. You let out inaudible groans of words, something along the lines of “no”, “mine”, and “too bad.”

“Honey, I’m going to get your favorite. Bagels from Jamie’s, around the corner.” Shang-Chi continues to entice you, “And a caramel latte too. I just need my jacket.” Shang-Chi tries to slowly take the jacket off of you, but you turn away, pulling the covers over your head.

“No. It’s mine.” You snuggle further into your pillow, trying to avoid Shang-Chi. “Why don’t you wear a different one?”

Shang-Chi knew this wasn’t fair, but knew he had to play dirty to get his jacket back. The room was quiet for a moment, making you think Shang-Chi gave into defeat. Before you can peek from under the covers, Shang-Chi is on top of you. His fingers tickle your sides, causing you to flail legs. Your laughter fills the room as your boyfriend relentlessly moves to tickle your neck.

“Okay! Okay!” All out of breath, you laugh. “Take my jacket. Just let me sleep.”

You take off your warm jacket, pouting at Shang-Chi and his stupid smirk. Shang-Chi leans down and captures your lips, giving you a few more kisses before he climbs off. You try to comfortably settle back into bed, arms over your eyes trying to get a few more minutes of sleep. Shang-Chi sits on the edge of the bed, rubbing your leg. He grabs your hand and kisses the back of it.

“I’ll be back with your latte and bagel. I won’t be long.” Shang-Chi laughs at the sound of your grumbling stomach. Making sure he has everything, including his jacket, Shang-Chi starts to head out.

“You better bring back a chocolate chip muffin too! And my jacket!”

Shang-Chi chuckles, “I love you too babe!”

Mama || Leticia "Letty" Cruz

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A/N: This was created because I've seen some speculation that Letty may not make it to the end of Season 3 (😭🥺). My mind needed something fluffy to combat this and so this piece came about. Apologises for grammatical errors and please let me know if the Spanish translation needs correcting.

Characters/Pairing(s): Letty x Reader (mother-daughter relationship) ▪︎ Coco x Reader (mention) ☆ Mayans MC (brief mention) ▪︎ OCs (receptionist, mother and son duo) 

Summary: Just a mother protecting her daughter. 

Warnings: brief mention of altercation (male and female), description of injuries, fluff, language, nicknames, painkillers (reference to injury) 

Word Count: 1755

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(Y/N) couldn't believe how busy the roads leading to the local high school were. It was a Wednesday, a little after ten and the streets were just packed with cars. She thought it was ridiculous considering people were usually at their jobs and children were in their age appropriate schools. There was no reason for people to be out and about. 

"The light's been green for five seconds!" she yelled and honked her horn, "move!" The driver in front gave her the finger before taking off, "you're so fucking lucky I've got somewhere to be, asshole!" she called out as she drove in the opposite direction. 

When her phone rang during her break, the last person (Y/N) expected to hear from was the receptionist for Santo Padre High School. According to the woman, Leticia (Letty as she was mostly referred to) had been in an altercation with another student and her parents or caregivers were requested to come and meet with the principal. Rachel, the receptionist, mentioned trying to reach her father but going straight to voicemail. With (Y/N) being listed as an emergency contact she was called. 

(Y/N) immediately asked about Letty, but was told that specific details couldn't be discussed over the phone. She found that odd, but accepted it (for the time being) and informed Rachel that she would be there as quickly as she could. After hanging up, she grabbed her belongings and told her manager she had a family emergency to attend to. She was cleared and (Y/N) informed him that she would be taking a week off as well and would keep them updated on her situation. 

From the moment she received the call to the time she pulled up in front of the high school, her thoughts revolved around Letty. Being with Coco for several years allowed (Y/N) to gain some insight to the type of life he had been subjected to. Through a lot of tears, constant reassurance and love (Y/N) was able to break through his tough exterior and get him to believe she was in it for the long haul. When (Y/N) was told by him about his daughter being in a similar environment to what he was in growing up, she demanded him to bring her home.

The second she laid eyes on Letty she saw Coco's features and personality shine through. (Y/N) didn't expect the teenager to respect or trust her right off the bat, but she made sure to let her know that she was here if she needed someone to talk to and gave her space. With every door slam, harsh comment and glare sent her way, (Y/N) continued being herself and showed Letty she wasn't a threat. It was challenging, especially when Coco left on runs, but she pushed through. Eventually the teenager began to accept her father's girlfriend without second guessing her. 

(Y/N) stepped into the main office and found a woman standing beside a teenage boy, who held some paper towels to his nose and had a couple of scratches on his face. She moved closer and realised the pair were towering over Letty who sat in the corner and was looking down at her lap. Clenching her jaw, she strode over to the trio. 

"Get the fuck away from my daughter!" she glared at the duo and turned around to Letty, who was now standing, "mi niña, are you okay?" she kissed her forehead and cupped her cheeks, "Leticia?" 

The teenager nodded, "uh… y-yeah, I'm fine," she went to move (Y/N)'s hands but winced, "completely fine." 

(Y/N)'s eyes widened at the state of Letty's hands. They were most likely bruised and what shocked her even more was that there was no ice-pack beside her seat. The boy clearly had been given assistance, but her baby girl hadn't and that pissed her off.

"Rachel!" she called out and a woman appeared around the corner, "you're the one who called me right?" 

"Yes." 

"And, you said you couldn't go over specific details of what happened over the phone?" 

"That's correct." 

(Y/N) nodded and gestured towards Letty's hands, "well I'm here now and would like an explanation on why my daughter hasn't been treated and that young man has?" When the mother tried to give a reason, she raised a hand in her face, "this doesn't concern you, this conversation is between Rachel and I." 

Rachel gulped and could feel the anger radiating off of (Y/N), "well… uh, he was bleeding and –"

"Were there other staff members present?" she asked and when she was given a nod, she continued, "why couldn't they have provided medical assistance to my daughter?" 

"She… didn't tell us she was hurt, ma'am, she said she was fine so –"

"Bitch do her hands look fine to you?" 

The mother scoffed, "at least we know where your daughter gets her attitude from." 

(Y/N) turned to her, "shut up, nobody asked for your ass to speak," she gestured towards her son, "the reason your son's looking like a fucked up tomato is completely justified I can vouch for that." 

"Are you kidding me?" She shrieked and pointed to his face, "he's most likely got a broken nose and there's scratches on his face!"

"Exactly, be glad my daughter didn't have a screwdriver on her." (Y/N) replied and almost laughed at the disbelief on the woman's face, "your son deserved every scratch, bruise and possible broken bone."

"Excuse me!?" 

(Y/N) ignored her and turned back around to face Rachel, "Letty and I will be leaving now."

"Mrs Fraser hasn't seen –" 

"My main concern right now is my daughter's well-being," she told her, "and you've got my details on file so I'm sure Mrs Fraser can contact me at a later date." 

Rachel spoke again, "please if you'd just –"

"No." 

(Y/N) picked up Letty's bag and walked over to the desk, with Letty trailing behind her. She quickly signed out on the tablet and the pair walked out of the building. Reaching her car, (Y/N) unlocked it and helped Letty into the passenger seat. Closing her door, she rushed to the driver's side and got in. 

She helped Letty buckle up, before buckling herself in, "everything okay, sweets?" 

"Yeah… uh, thanks." was the response she received, before she started up the car and pulled out of the school parking lot while explaining where they were off to next. 

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"He's always talking shit," Letty explained to (Y/N) about the guy in the office, "it was about time someone shut him up." 

"And you were the person to do so?" 

She shrugged her shoulders, "he ran his mouth and then touched me, so I beat his ass." 

"Two for one special?" 

"Pretty much." 

(Y/N) chuckled, "when your hands heal up, we'll ask one of the guys to teach you a few moves in the ring, thankfully your hands are just bruised and not broken." 

"They still hurt like a bitch." 

"You've got another two hours before you can drink some more painkillers." 

"What would've happened if Coco answered the phone?" Letty questioned.

(Y/N) shook her head, "honey, I don't even think I wanna know what would've happened," she noticed the teen wince, "are you okay?" 

"Yes." 

"Are you sure?"

She huffed, "I'm fine, okay? I was fine when you picked me up. I was fine when we went to the doctor's office. I was fine at the grocery store and I was fine the last time you asked me." 

(Y/N) nodded and pulled into their driveway, putting the car in park, "I'm not gonna apologise about asking how you're feeling. I'm just – I just want to make sure you're okay. But, now I'll stop because I can see I'm annoying you." 

"Yeah, you are." 

She chuckled, "okay, I'll stop, but you'll tell –" 

Letty sighed, "yes, I'll tell you. You really take this parenting thing seriously. I mean… you've been referring to me as your daughter all day and I–I'm not. But you defended me –" 

"And I always will." 

" – against Kyle, his mum and even the receptionist. I–I've never had that before. And, even at the doctor's office you made sure I was seen by a female because you knew it'd make me more comfortable." 

"Letty?" 

"You treat me like I'm yours and you called me your daughter and I… I don't know, I just," she took a deep breath, shook her head and looked out of the window.

(Y/N) waited for her to continue, but she didn't. Thinking back on today's events, she realised she had referred to Letty as her own. She had been doing it in her mind for so long and didn't realise she had said it out in the open. Letty had heard her reference and it seemed to make her uncomfortable and that was something she vowed she wouldn't do. 

"When I started dating your dad he told me about the kids he had. He told me that he wasn't involved in their lives because being away from them was for the best. I asked him what would happen if one day a kid reached out and his response was "if they do, they do. I ain't gonna turn them away", (Y/N) spoke up, "and then you reached out, sweetums. You reached out and your dad took that as a sign. From the moment you entered our lives, it's been a whirlwind of emotions. We're not this picture perfect family, but we're our own version. Despite being almost an adult, Coco still views you as his baby girl. And, honestly, I've been viewing you the same way."

Letty sniffed and looked up, "really?" 

"Absolutely, gorgeous. The moment you stepped through that door you became mine as well," (Y/N) pointed at the front door of their home, before turning to her, "but that doesn't matter if you're not okay with it. I'm not trying to force you to be –" 

"I'm Coco's daughter," she cut in and smiled at (Y/N), "and now I'm yours too." 

(Y/N) beamed with joy and unbuckled her seatbelt, and Letty's, reaching over the middle console to bring the teen into her arms. Letty wrapped her arms around (Y/N), breathing in her (scent). The woman chuckled and kissed her cheek, "I love you, baby girl." 

Letty pulled her closer, "I love you too, mama." 

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Spanish Translations: 

Mi niña - my girl / baby girl