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lillysdreaminnn · 9 days

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Labyrinth.

literally in love with this pic ANYWAY

Pairing; Aaron Hotchner x fem!reader

Warnings; established relationship, Hotch is a love struck fool, slight suggestiveness at the end, reader being a lil stubborn, aaron being cute, fluff, fluff and fluff :))

Summary; You're giving Aaron the silent treatment and he's trying to make up.

A/n; heavily inspired by Labyrinth by Taylor Swift. Especially the quote below the cut.

"you would break your back to make me break a smile." - Taylor Swift, Labyrinth.

"Please talk to me!" Aaron begged, walking through your apartment, trailing behind you like a lost puppy.

You were giving Aaron the silent treatment. This man disobeyed protocol, once again, and ran into a house - unarmed - to negotiate with the unsub. The unsub who was armed and had placed explosives in said house.

To say you were mad would be an understatement.

You were furious.

He could've gotten himself killed and he just dismissed it as if it were nothing. But had you done it? He'd be over you all time, showering you with questions; "are you sure you're okay?" "love, maybe you should see a doctor?" "you need anything?"

Of course you asked him if he was okay and took him to a doctor, even if he said he was fine.

"Baby please!"

Not only were you giving him the silent treatment, you deprived him of his favourite; your kisses. You hadn't kissed him or hugged him ever since he came out of that house.

Three days before.

Now, you were at work and he was still following you around like a puppy, not caring if anyone said anything - not that they'd dare to.

"You know what? I'm done chasing you." Aaron mumbled, walking away from you finally, making you let out a sigh you didn't know you were holding.

"You're still torturing him over that?" Emily's voice rang, making your head snap to her.

"What? Oh, yeah. He needs to learn he can't do that stuff without consequences! I mean, screw me; he has a son to go home to!"

You complained again, hiding your face in your hands as Emily - and Derek, who seemingly came out of nowhere - laughed.

Derek clasped a hand over your shoulder and tried to comfort you along with Emily, both attempting to make you laugh.

Successfully.

Work hours passed and you were at your apartment, kicking your shoes off and sighing as you thought of the much needed bubble bath you needed.

Leaving your stuff by the door, you suddenly thought of Aaron.

You hadn't seen him since he left.

Where was he?

Was he okay?

Had anything happened to him?

Was he safe?

What about Jack?

All of those thoughts were interrupted when you heard your shower running, making you tilt your head in confusion.

You walked to your bathroom and gasped when you opened the door.

Your favourite candles were lit all over the bathroom, bathtub full of water and bubbles that smelled like your favourite scent.

Soft music playing.

Aaron.

Aaron Christopher Hotchner.

With a sheepish smile you walked to your bedroom, gasping again at the sight.

Aaron, standing in front of you with a bouquet of your favourite flowers, smiling sweetly at you.

Behind him was your bed, which was decorated with rose petals, as you noticed. "Aaron..." You mumbled, your hand coming up to your mouth as you were in shock.

"So you do talk." He smirked softly at you.

You gave him a 'really?' look, even if a smile was on your face.

"Sorry, sorry. Let me restart." He chuckled, passing the bouquet to you.

"Honey, I'm so, so, sorry I went into that house so recklessly the other day. I know how dangerous it was and how incredibly stupid I was to do that. I'm sorry I upset you, sweetheart, I really am."

He apologised, regret and remorse in his gaze as he shyly passed the flowers to you, making your heart swell.

"I forgive you, honey. But you should know; I wasn't... Upset, per se. I was... Scared. So scared. You have Jack to go home to, Aaron. You can't recklessly decide to go in a house that has explosives."

You reasoned with him, making him sigh and nod as his head fell forward. He knew he was being stupid as soon as he stepped foot in said house.

"I know, sweetheart, I know. I'm sorry." He mumbled, wrapping his arms around your waist, hugging you tightly.

"I love you." You mumbled in his neck, pressing a gentle kiss to it.

That made him smile and kiss the side of your head. "I love you too."

That's when your eyes caught a glimpse of your bed. Well a better glimpse.

"Aaron, oh my God!" You exclaimed, making him laugh and turn to look at what you were looking at.

"Oh I forgot about that." He smiled sheepishly, looking back at you. "Aaron- how? Where?" You couldn't find the right thing to say or ask, waddling over to your bed in shock.

On it was a huge teddy bear and a matching pair of earrings and a necklace with your birthstone on them.

Penelope told him about your birthstone.

Definitely Penelope.

You made a mental note to buy her many of those croissants she loves so much as a blush crept onto your face.

"I saw how you looked at them last time we were shopping and I really, really, wanted you to forgive me..."

Aaron explained himself, as you just took the jewellery in your hands, looking down at it in pure and utter awe.

"Aaron those things were expensive."

He shrugged and wrapped his arms around you from behind, pressing kisses to the back of your neck.

"I don't care. And you shouldn't either. I saw how much you wanted them and I bought them with no second thoughts. I love you."

You smiled and sighed as you leaned back against his arms, enjoying the hug.

"I love you too. Thank you so much. You really didn't have to."

He shut you up by kissing the sensitive spot under your ear, a hazy smile appearing on your face as soon as he did it.

"Bath won't be warm for long..." He reminded you with a soft smirk that matched yours as you turned your head to face him.

"How much time did all this take?" You asked with a chuckle as Aaron started slowly removing your clothes with a smile.

"Doesn't matter."

"So a long time."

He laughed and shook his head, kissing your shoulders as he took off your blouse. "Let's go relax, my love."

And that's exactly what you did.

He really would break his back to make you smile.

#criminal minds #aaron hotchner #aaron hotchner x you #aaron hotch x reader #thomas gibson

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coralinnii · 10 months

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❋Keeping your scrunchie for you❋

Who would keep your scrunchie for you, and would even do your hair feat: Ace ⭑ Sebek ⭑ Azul ⭑ Jack genre: fluff, humor note: reader has hair that uses scrunchies, reader has hair for long hair hairstyles, established relationships, no pronouns used,

I know it's been a while but I have been meaning to write. I just have what I'm calling Silver Syndrome where I fall asleep at any given moment and lose track of time ^_^' whoops

This is sorta self-indulgent since I’m also guilty of always forgetting my hair ties at my friend’s place and when I need one, they would come to me with their arm filled with them xD. Since then, we would always have spares on each other in case any of us need them.

Getting him to keep it

At first he was gonna tease you. What? Do you feel the need to lay claim on him that you want to leave something of yours on him for all to see? You know there’s more than a hair tie you can leave on him-

Oh, you’re just forgetful and you want to have a spare on him if you need one? You guys are practically attached to the hip so there’s logic to it, to you anyway.

He's so gonna fight you on it. It’s one thing to ask him to keep spare some small hair ties on him, heck if you let him use them on occasion he wouldn’t mind at all. But it was those poofy, colorful scrunchies that he can’t even hide underneath his jacket sleeve.

But he loses this fight with you (he always does when it comes to you) and ends up with a cutesy hair tie that contrasts heavily against his black school jacket. He had to fight the embarrassed flush every time he got teased, especially by his upperclassmen like Cater and Floyd.

Don’t let his loud complaining fool you, though. Despite all the teases, he still keeps your scrunchie out in the open when he could have easily stuffed it in his pocket. He secretly likes fidgeting with it during class, partly since it’s really soft and partly that it reminds him of you. He thinks a lot about how pretty you look when you have your hair up.

Would he tie your hair?

Yes, but he wasn't great at it. At first, he can do a simple ponytail but that’s all he really knows about hairstyles. I mean, he only ever ties his bangs back so he’s not the most creative in the hair department.

Have some patience with him as he sometimes messes up and gets your hair tangled. He’s a fast learner so he’ll get the hang of it.

Once he’s used to it, he’ll start experimenting with your hair by giving you goofy hairdos like a unicorn horn on your head. He once tried to make round cartoon-like “ears” with your hair for giggles. But he always offers to brush your hair back to normal each and every time.

Actually, Ace likes to mess with your hair a lot more often now because this gives him a chance to brush your hair. He enjoys the intimacy of the activity, like you two are in your own little world with no one to disturb you. He can spend hours just running his fingers through your hair while you chat about anything and everything.

“Hey, stop moving around so much! Don’t go complaining to me if this new hairdo turns out bad”

Getting him to keep it

Definitely gonna fight you on this. He argued that you should be responsible enough to remember to keep spares on you at all times. It’s your own fault for being so forgetful about your own things. Plus, it goes against his dress code and he can’t bear to ruin Malleus’ reputation just because his loyal knight has a bright puffy scrunchie on his wrist.

You decided it’s fine if he can’t do it but it did bum you out a bit. Imagining the serious Sebek with your bright scrunchie on his wrist would be the cutest thing to see but you didn’t want to push it if it caused this much arguing.

But Sebek noticed your declining mood and started to have conflicted thoughts because of it. Would it really make you that happy to see him with that tacky thing on his arm?

The next day, Sebek came up to you and wordlessly raised his arm towards you. Confused, you asked the green-haired freshman what’s wrong.

“...I shall allow it”

“What?”

Apparently, Sebek couldn’t get your sad face out of his head all day yesterday, ruining his mood and causing him to stress out with worry. Lost as to what to do, he did what he tends to do in these situations, and asked Lilia for advice. The older fae chuckled at poor Sebek and assured him that a trivial piece of fabric would hardly ruin Malleus’ image so he is free to decide what he wants to do.

And Sebek wants to make you happy.

“Give me your cursed scrunchie, human”

Would he tie your hair?

Again, he’s going to fight you on this. He claims he has better things to do but really he’s just terrible with styling hair and was scared if you didn’t like his work. Unless you want your hair gelled up like his, he doesn’t know what else he can really do with hair in general.

Still, you encouraged him to try and with you boosting his courage, he started trying simple hairstyles like braids and ponytails. He was a little clumsy but always up to improve himself. He soon became more confident and would even offer to tie your hair up during P.E classes or club activities.

He especially likes trying out hairstyles that are trendy with his fae kind, like braiding flowers into your hair. The people of Briar Valley are more traditional with their appearance and more extravagant hairstyles are typically reserved for special occasions like parties…or weddings.

The way Sebek’s cheeks burned when he couldn’t stop thinking how beautiful your hair might look for your wedding…with him as your husband-to-be. Your hair would be absolutely ethereal no matter the style, considering that it’s you-what was he thinking?!

Best not to bring up his bright face or he’ll start yelling out of sheer embarrassment.

“...Well, is this to your liking? It is?...I see… What?! I was not worried, don’t be absurd!”

Getting him to keep it

For the right price, sure.

I’m joking (kinda) but honestly Azul wouldn’t mind it since it wasn’t that big of a request. I firmly believe that he has more than enough pockets with his dorm uniform.

Anyone who would even try to tease him about it would just be asking for humiliation as Azul would respond swiftly with some backhanded comments.

“Embarrassing, you say? Well, I suppose having a lover that relies on me so would seem tiresome to some people. However, I'm afraid I'm just so smitten with my adorable lover who just trust me so. Sighhh, woe is me”

This octoman would play the “no b*tches?” card. Such poor, unfortunate souls

But one day you needed a hair tie and you asked Azul if he still had your spare. The merman then pulled out a scrunchie you didn't recognize from his pocket

“Azul Ashengrotto…whose scrunchie is this?!”

Before you start to panic, Azul quickly explained that he came across this scrunchie at a store in the town near the campus.

“I thought this would look good on you, so I bought it in hopes it suits your taste”

Even though Azul tried to sound casual, there was a cute flush coloring his cheeks that he was trying to hide behind his gloved hand. He knew you had enough hair ties and you could always buy more yourself. But, he just couldn't stop himself.

That scrunchie was now your new favorite accessory.

Would he tie your hair?

Contrary to the previous boys, Azul has a better sense of style due to his entrepreneurial nature and his dedicated interest to keep up with the most marketable trends.

I also believe that since Azul is a mommy’s boy, he paid close attention to his mother’s hair styling routine. However, he realizes that it won’t exactly be the same considering you both are not in the ocean and he himself is adjusting to life with dry hair.

But he won’t be stopped by his inexperience. He would research the best hairstyles for your hair type and what would amplify your natural features. Every chance to do your hair was a chance to improve his skills. Get real comfortable because you’ll be his guinea pig for hours. At least you’ll be a beautiful guinea pig by the end of it.

At first Azul had some insecurities about keeping you for so long, surely you would be bored being with him for so long and having him practice with your hair, especially when you wouldn't really gain much from it other than a mess on your head most of the time.

Please reassure him that you love these intimate moments with him and you trust him wholeheartedly with your hair.

“I’ve heard stories that speak of mermaids that used to lure humans with their beautiful hair. I thought it foolish to be so easily charmed…but seeing yours, I suppose there’s some truth to that.”

Getting him to keep it

Grumbled about it at first but will keep it for you. Any exasperation was mostly just you asking him because of your tendency to forget them than anything else. Despite his grumpy look, Jack wasn’t going to fight you on something as trivial as holding some hair ties for you. Would question you what’s so great about scrunchies, though (they’re adorable, ok?!)

All he asked was that it’s a scrunchie that doesn’t get in the way of his daily routine, and if you could pick one that would be a bit water resistant or dark in color since he’s worried that he would get it dirty during his work-out routine or spelldrive practice at Savanaclaw.

He honestly doesn’t understand why anyone would make fun of him for holding a scrunchie for you. He's whipped because you trust him with your stuff? This man just can’t relate to loser behavior.

Even if he's not a fan of scrunchies, he’s still incredibly careful with your hair tie, making sure that it’s either tucked safely under his sleeve or mindful to avoid accidentally snagging the fabric on something.

If he just recently got the scrunchie from you, he can still smell the scent of your shampoo on it as it starts mixing with his own scent. Don’t tell him but some of his dormmates can see his tail slightly wagging when he glimpses down to his wrist every now and again where your hair tie is.

Would he tie your hair?

He’ll fight more on this. You guys are in an academy, you should be able to tie your own hair. Don’t be lazy, he stated.

But watch him later try to excuse his actions when he suddenly pulls your hair back with your scrunchie during lunch, just so your hair doesn’t get in your face as you ate. You honestly forgot he still had your scrunchie and Jack was getting frustrated watching your hair constantly falling forward every time you tried to reach your food.

Since Jack has younger siblings, he has some experience with tying someone’s hair despite having fairly short hair himself. It’s nothing too fancy but he’s pretty good with some basic hairstyles

He’s really gentle with your hair, occasionally pausing to gauge your expression to ensure you’re not in pain. Sometimes you have to be careful or you might just fall asleep with how Jack’s large hands softly handle your hair like it was silk.

“This should keep your hair out of your face. Huh, how do you look? Don’t ask stupid questions…you already know you always look good…No, forget I said anything!”

#twisted wonderland #twst #disney twisted wonderland #twisted wonderland x reader #twst x reader #twst imagines #twst scenarios #twisted wonderland imagines #ace trappola #ace trappola x reader #twst ace x reader #sebek zigvolt #sebek x reader #azul ashengrotto #azul x reader #jack howl #twst jack howl #twst jack x reader

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deathmetalunicorn1 · 1 month

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Hello!! I finally got to request 😭😭... Its a long one but what if after the Ragnarok Tournament, where after everyone was revived and the Humans won, a trio was formed? Basically,

Thor & Reader & Lubu,

Sasaki & Reader & Poseidon,

Jack & Reader & Heracles,

Hades & Reader & Qin

Nikola & Reader & Beelzebub

Odin & Reader & Simo

The Reader is the Human Fighters Valkyrie, and is extremely beautiful but also have a sassy attitude. Both of the human and heaven fighters are inlove with her but none have made their move until reader start getting hit on by her admirers. She manage to get out of the situation by lying that the human fighter is their boyfriend, but one day the same admirer come again, determine to at least get a date but accidentally screw up and this happen...

How will the Gods and Humans react? I do imagine they actually decided to go into a relationship, all 3 of them though, lol 😂

-The two men you called your lovers didn’t start out that way, you were a Valkyrie, one who as willing to give your own life to become a weapon for humanity against the gods.

-When you fused with (Human), it felt so right for the both of you, it felt so warm, so beautiful, and he almost instantly fell for you.

-(God) had loved you for a long while now, as he was taken by your feisty personality, you always spoke your mind and he had to admire you for that. However, seeing you soul bonding with a human angered him, he felt like (Human) was taking you away from him!!

-As the two men fought, they bonded as well, learning about each other, and by the end of their fight, which left all three of you heavily injured, they had respect for one another, and when they learned of the feelings they both had for you, they had agreed to share you, they just had to somehow convince you, as you were notorious for refusing dates, not wanting to bother with romance.

-That’s what led to this predicament you found yourself in; unlike others who asked you out, usually taking your rejection lightly, there was one, Kand, an earth god, who was persistent and annoying!

-You had been walking around with (God) when he approached, asking you out on a date and he was trying to refuse your rejection this time around, not wanting to take no for an answer.

-It was only when you grabbed (God’s) arm, pulling it to your body, “This is my boyfriend, I’m not interested!”

-Kand was stunned, seeing (God), and while (God) was stunned by your words, he realized that you were using him to get this pushy minor god to back off as he instantly glared, making Kand back off and run.

-When Kand approached you two days later, you were with (Human), and once again, he was being persistent, but as (God) approached, as the three of you were going out for a meal together, you grabbed (Human’s) arm, “This is my boyfriend!”

-Kand paused for a moment before glaring, pointing at (God), “You said he was your boyfriend he other day!” the two men looked down at you, curious as to what you were going to do next.

-They hadn’t expected you to grab (God’s) arm, pulling it to your other side, “He’s my boyfriend too! Got a problem with it?”

-Kand fell to his knees in anguish as (Human and God) were surprised by your words before you kept ahold of them and led them away.

-When you went to pull away, they grabbed your hands, holding on to them, which surprised you as they both smiled down at you, telling you that the three of you were going on a date, and as your boyfriends, they were going to treat you.

-You hadn’t expected them to be okay with this accident, but you weren’t complaining, finally accepting a date as the three of you headed off.

-Thor and Lu Bu- Had been surprised by your bold declaration, but you weren’t bothered by it, so they weren’t either. They had a strong bond between them, being so alike, being strong warriors, and you were their third.

-Poseidon and Kojiro- While Poseidon was elated at you finally accepting his proposal to date, Kojiro was a little shyer, as he wasn’t well versed in dating. Kojiro tried to back out, “You don’t need an old man like me. You two have fun!” this didn’t fly with either you or Poseidon, who each grabbed one of Kojiro’s hands, putting him in the middle, not willing to let him walk away. Kojiro was flattered but it took a bit for him to be comfortable.

-Hercules and Jack- Jack was initially hesitant on being your boyfriend, as he felt like you deserved better, not a killer like him, but both you and Hercules, who thought of Jack as a kindred soul now, refused to let him leave. You were both a bit exasperating, but Jack adored you both as you told him that he wasn’t leaving and that you were a trio, you were all partners. Jack couldn’t help but smile, seeing the kind souls that he found himself blessed with.

-Hades and QSH- Hades had his hands full with the two of you, QSH did what he wanted when he wanted while you had no filter, but he couldn’t imagine a day without both of you driving him crazy. QSH wasn’t bothered by having multiple partners, he was used to it from his time as emperor, when he had several consorts at one time. You definitely had your hands full with the two of them, as they were so different as far as personalities are concerned, but you enjoyed every moment spent with them.

Beelzebub and Nikola- Nikola was such a sweet baby boy, as he had been a lifelong bachelor, as he always saw women as something that needed to be respected and cherished and that he wasn’t worthy. Beelzebub was initially afraid of getting close, not wanting to hurt either of you, but with the three of you working together on each other, the relationship flourished, and you all found happiness you never knew that existed.

-Odin and Simo- Odin was initially hesitant, despite his feelings for you, as he was worried you wouldn’t be happy with an old man like him, and Simo, being a lifelong bachelor, was a bit shy in the dating scene. You definitely had your hands full with them, but you kept them both grounded, reassuring them that you wanted to be with them, and they believed you, because you wouldn’t hesitate to tell them otherwise.

#record of ragnarok #ror x reader #ror thor #ror lu bu #ror poseidon #ror kojiro sasaki #ror heracles #ror jack the ripper #ror hades #ror qin shi huang #ror beelzebub #ror nikola tesla #ror odin #ror simo hayha

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joshsbimbo · 2 months

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bento box

part one ♡ part two

dedicated to @luverstream

pairings: stalker! mike schmidt x victim! reader

warnings: mike’s a weirdo and a creep wth is he doing here? he doesn’t belong here, mentions of pregnancy, it gets kinda cringey at times bc i’m silly, he jacks off, idk LOL

a/n: sup ladies i hope u likey

♡ when mike came home, all he could think about was you. of course, you're all he thinks about, but he finally felt your lips on his cheek. your lips.

♡ even after jacking off in the mall bathroom, his cock stayed hard. his face flushed from not being able to stop thinking about your praise and lips. he left work early, complaining about how "sick" he felt to his boss. poor mikey, such a lovesick boy. he pathetically thrusted into the mattress, still in his uniform. excess amounts of precum leaked out of his pretty tip and went through his boxers, leaving a wet spot in his khakis.

♡ "please... hmm... such pretty lips," he whimpered into his pillow as he enjoyed the friction, flipping over to desperately trying to pull up a picture of you on your laptop. palming himself with one hand while the other tried to enter your password, tears pricking from the corner of his eyes from how painful his cock felt.

♡ as soon as he unlocked your laptop, the picture he was looking at earlier was still up. your mouth open, tongue poking out, cum in and around your mouth, your eyes half-opened, and tears trickling down your pretty cheeks. his heart skipped a beat as he came, panting heavily as he gripped his pillows. "fuck, need your lips again," he thought before getting up to clean himself.

♡ his morning was way better than usual. he happily ate his breakfast and scrolled through your laptop, instagram, tumblr... learning more about your sick, pretty head.

♡ ding!

♡ “‘her: you better bring something for him hehehe.’” his heart fluttered. could this be about him? he clicked on the notification.

you: heyyy bae, i just got back from the mall, and guess what?

her: WHATTT? :3

you: ok, ok, so i went to the mall and earrings were in my bag?!? WHICH I SWEAR I DIDNGT PUT IN THERE

her: ok...

you: STFU ANYWAYYYY!!! the alarm went off and this ASSHOLE accused me of stealing and i think he was gonna call the cops but then this CUTESTSTTS guy ever in the world saved me from him :000

i think i'm crushing.

her: did you get his number omg INDJNDJNAKJD

you: hehrheh .,DIJNDIOIK he asked for mine!!!!

her: :0000 he likes youuuuuu

you: i know and i kissed him on the cheek and he was blushing????????? today imma go to the mall again and LOOK 4 HIM he's so cute 😭

her: u better bring something for him hehehe

you: ur so right wtf do i bring

her: :00000 you should bring him food!!!

you: YESYYEYS OK ok imma make something i love u

her: i love you too, bestie <3

♡ mike got up from his seat, mouth agape... you think he's cute? he ran to the bathroom and washed his face, shaved, trying to make himself look presentable. running his fingers through his curls, putting on lip balm, brushing his teeth for an extra long time, even flossing!! his dream girl actually likes him..

♡ he took out his uniform and ironed out the wrinkles, making sure everything was amazing. he wanted to look perfect for you. he put on cologne before leaving for work.

♡ you excitedly held a bento box. inside was homemade fried rice, salad, and a cupcake. peeking around the mall, you find mike sitting at the food court. he was on his phone, checking your location and wondering why he hadn't seen you yet. he put his phone away in frustration before looking up and meeting your eyes, a blush crept on your cheek. he must think you're a creep! staring at him from afar…

♡ "hey, mikey! i was hoping to bump into you..." you shyly make your way to his table, sitting in front of him. how the fuck is he making you nervous? you've met actual scary men, and this is who's making you avoid eye contact? blushing?!?! who does this man think he is?

♡ "i didn't expect to see you so soon, y/n," mike smiled, and god was he beautiful. you were so mesmerized by how pretty he looked that you didn't notice him saying your name despite not giving it to him.

♡ "hmmm, i just wanted to say thank you for yesterday." you pushed the bento box closer to him. "i made you lunch... i'm sorry if you don't like it, i just didn't know what you liked, and i-"

♡ "thank you. genuinely," he cuts you off, practically killing you with his perfect smile. "it's my fault, i should've texted you, don't worry." his words felt so comforting to you. he knew how all the men treated you before, but he’s different. he knows everything you like, how you want to be treated, your love language, how fragile you are..

♡ he started unwrapping the bow, his heart thumping so loud, trying so hard not to shake, feeling his face warm up as he tried not to seem like a loser. the poor boy was so busy after you left, collapsing into bed as soon as he came home beforejackingofftoyou. by the time it was morning, he had no idea what to text you. ‘sorry it was a busy day’??? ‘i love you and i wish we could be together 24/7’ too creepy!

♡ "n-no!" you cough, feeling embarrassed for stuttering, "don't be sorry, you literally saved me from going to jail."

♡ “jail? probably a warning at most!” he chuckled softly. the conversation went back and forth for a while… they tried so desperately to put the blame on themselves.

♡ "ok! shut up and eat your food, mr. security man!" you teased him while smiling, and he felt like he died. he yearned for this for months, and he finally felt it. the butterflies in his stomach turning into hawks, the chance of becoming your lover becoming even more realistic.

♡ "ok, ok, ok!" he opened the box and gasped, "is this really for me?" he looked into your eyes with an appreciative smile.

♡ "yes, silly!" you giggled as you picked up his spoon, scooping some rice into his mouth excitedly. it didn’t even fully go down his throat before you asked, "do you like it?!"

♡ smiling as he swallowed, loving how eager you were to please him.. he felt so grateful for this moment. “of course i do. thank you again, seriously.” as his lunch continued, he kept offering you bites. you kept refusing but when he got to the cupcake, he split it and forced it into your hand. as you two ate, you guys talked and got to know more about each other. well, you got to know more about mike. mike already knew almost everything about you, silly!

♡ "hold on, stay still..." he wiped the side of your mouth with his thumb, taking a crumb off your face.

♡ you weren't used to this type of intimacy. usually, guys would've already tried to sneak their hand up your skirt, but he actually cared about you. he listened, showed compassion when you told him stories about your life, waited for your approval before touching you... "i could've gotten a napkin!" you squeaked as you covered your mouth in embarrassment.

♡ "so? it would've been easier for me to do it instead of you blindly cleaning your face, dummy.” his genuine smile. the crinkles beside his eyes. the shine in his white teeth. his rosy cheeks. his stubble. you felt like there was a frog in your throat, having no idea how to respond because you were in such a gaze.

♡ his smile disappeared and was replaced with a concerned look, “are you okay?”

♡ “yeah!” you eat the rest of the cupcake awkwardly, “you know, i have more at my place i made, like.. 12 of them..”

♡ “oh, really?” he smiles teasingly, knowing what’s coming next.

♡ “mhm, do you maybe.. wanna-”

♡ “yes. when?”

♡ “right now.”

♡ as you two walked out of the mall, he quickly texted his boss telling him he was sick again. there must be a virus going around... a loveeeeee virus!

♡ he shut the door and barely had time to turn back to you before you pulled him into a kiss, he moaned as he tasted your cherry flavored lip gloss. his hands held onto your waist, his stubble giving the best burn against your cheek, his tongue slipping in and tasting more of you.

♡ you led him to your bedroom, holding yourself up on your bed with your elbows as he took off his shirt, his warmth surrounding you again as he laid on you before-

♡ “wait- stop- i’m sorry..” you covered yourself with your blanket, and he moved to the edge of your bed. reminding yourself that you were pregnant… and that you actually liked mike. he wasn’t like anyone you’ve ever met.

♡ “are you okay? i’m sorry if i hurt you-”

♡ “no no, it’s not your fault, i just..” you buried your face into your hands, “i really like you. usually.. guys would get annoyed at me but you asked if i was okay! and you were so sweet to me at the mall..”

♡ “i mean this in the nicest way possible, you have the lowest standards.”

♡ “shut up!” you threw your teddy bear at him. it was so hard for you two to get comfortable with other people, but it felt so natural right now. like this wasn’t the second time you ever talked to him. he knew exactly what to say and do to make your palms sweat.

♡ “i really like you as well,” he admitted, his cheeks becoming flushed. he LOVED you, but he didn’t want to scare you off...

♡ you leaned in and kissed where the teddy bear hit, his forehead. he could smell your perfume, which made his pretty brain fuzzy. he pulled you into a hug and inhaled the scent of your shampoo, loving everything about you. his arms felt like home. his musk and cologne felt like home. he felt like home. you felt crazy even for thinking he’s so pretty from only knowing him for a day, but it’s true. you were already addicted, but he’s been addicted to you for six months already..

♡ “we can count this as our first date..” you mumbled into his arms, smiling contently as you looked up at him.

♡ “no. i’m taking you on a proper date!” he looked into your eyes. “ will.. you go on a date with me?”

♡ “yes, dummy!”

♡ when he left later in the day, you texted your best friend..

you: i think he’s the one 💗

her: huh?? wtf did i miss

♡ you tell her everything that happened.

her: that’s like the bare minimum LOL i think he’s a maybe.

you: ugh u don’t like anyone thokjdniufniue

her: and rightfully so!! all the men u date r losers…..

you: he’s a cute loser….

her: like the others, right?? 🙄

you: WHATEVER im going on that date with him <333

♡ you swiped off insta and texted mike all night, planning your date for tomorrow!!

a/n: haiii!! this is longer cuz i felt bad for part 2 being lame! gimme date ideas!

#mike schmidt #mike schmidt x reader #mike schmidt x reader smut #josh hutcherson #josh hutcherson fanfic #josh hutcherson x reader

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hearts4hughes · 10 months

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trouble in paradise | luke hughes

(luke hughes x fem! reader) + (jack hughes x platonic! reader)

a/n: finally finished it!! i feel like i write so much for luke now, but hey i’m not complaining!!

request: hi, could i request an angsty fic with luke dating jack’s best friend? maybe they have an argument and jack is caught inbetween? thank you! <3

you stand before luke, your heart racing and your voice trembling with a mixture of anger and hurt. the room feels smaller, suffocating, as the weight of your argument hangs heavily in the air. the person you saw as your rock, your confidant, now stands before you as a source of frustration and disappointment. this is a moment you never thought would come – arguing with luke.

every word you say is laced with frustration, each syllable a knife cutting deeper into the fabric of your relationship. your once shared dreams and laughter seem like distant memories, overshadowed by the mounting tension that has consumed you both. he stares back at you, his eyes a mix of defiance and pain, his own words a response to your accusations.

“it’s like you don’t even care anymore,” your voice is cold, the warmth it usually holds nowhere to be found. “it’s like i’m no one to you, luke!” your voice cracks, showcasing your insecurities.

“i’m the one who doesn’t care?” he huffs out a sarcastic laugh, causing your heart to crack ever so slightly. “you’re the one who spends more time with jack than her own boyfriend!”

your senses are overcome with betrayal. your relationship with jack - your best friend and luke’s brother - was anything but romantic. you were best friends from birth. ellen and your mother always joked you two were ‘attached by the hip’; however, you never thought anything of jack in a romantic way. your friendship was strictly platonic, and you made sure to tell luke that when you began dating.

in this anguished moment, you wonder how it came to this. how the person who once brought you joy and comfort has become a source of turmoil. you question whether love alone is enough to sustain a relationship, or if it takes something more, something you fear may be slipping away.

“jack is my best friend. i’ve known him since i can remember, and you’re going to use that against me? fuck you, luke!” you yell, your feeling of betrayal quickly turns into rage. “you’re just insecure because jack and i have a healthy relationship without even trying, but you and i can’t because you ruin everything! that’s what you do, luke. you ruin everything you can touch.”

the hurtful words flow freely from your lips before you can stop them. silence consumes the room. your mouth hangs agape. you never thought you were capable of saying something like that to luke - your soulmate, the love of your life, your everything.

your words hit him like a sledgehammer. shattering both his heart and his confidence. his once angry features have now fallen into sadness and anxiety. did you really think that about him? did you really think he destroys everything he touches?

he opens his mouth and you expect to be yelled at or even scolded, but he only manages to croak out, “why don’t you go date jack instead, then!”

before you can even process what had been said, he exited the shared bedroom and the apartment, making sure to slam the door. you’re left standing there, the weight of his departure pressing against your chest. tears stream down your face, a mixture of regret and longing. the house feels empty and the reality of his absence crashes down upon you. for a moment, you're overwhelmed by a wave of uncertainty and fear. the weightiness of the dispute bears down heavily on you, leading to doubts that stain your thoughts. have you crossed a line that can't be undone? is this the point of no return? uncertainties whirl in your mind as you struggle with the potential of losing him.

as sobs leave your tired body, you fall to the floor, tucking your knees to your chest and hiding your face in between them. your cries almost drown out the soft knocks against your door. “i don’t want to talk to you, luke. go away.” you say, your voice holding utter exhaustion.

“it’s jack, not luke,” his voice is muffled from being behind the door, “can i come in, please?”

in the midst of the heated argument, you had completely forgotten jack was home, listening to the whole thing. a few months after you and luke started dating, you both talked of moving in with each other - considering you were at jack and luke’s apartment everyday anyway. with open arms, they both invited you to move in with them. jack even redid the guest bedroom for you (even though you claimed luke’s room as yours too).

you rise from your place, wiping away your tears, and open the door to find jack standing there, concern etched across his face. he doesn't say anything. he simply steps forward and envelops you in a tight, understanding embrace. you find comfort in his arms, feeling the weight of your burden begin to lift ever so slightly. you know that you can trust him with your pain, your fears, and your deepest vulnerabilities.

“he’s not coming back is he?” you say in between uncontrolled breaths, “i ruined everything, didn’t i?” you nuzzle your face into the crook of his neck as he tightens his hold around you.

“he has to come back, y/n. his airpods and phone are still here.” he jokes, trying to cheer you up and break the tension. you pull away from his neck, shooting him a glare that reads ‘not the time’. “ok sorry but he’s definitely coming back. he just needs time to cool down and chill out before he talks to you. and, you didn’t ruin anything. all relationships have their ups and downs.”

“but what if this isn’t just an up or down? what if we break up?” your voice is barely above a murmur. voicing your insecurities is something you don’t do often. you were taught at an early age that it’s best if you keep your doubts to yourself instead of showcases them for everyone to see.

jack rests his head atop of yours, “believe me, you won’t break up. luke loves you too much, y/n/n,” he pauses to take a deep breath, “however, you did say some pretty hurtful things. i’m not defending luke by any means because he was being a total dick, but you should apologize as well.”

you nod softly in agreement.

luke came home a few hours later. he went out fully convinced he would get drunk, but he didn’t - he couldn’t do that to you. instead, he ended up driving around, attempting to forget the words that cut through him like a knife.

the bedroom door swung open, revealing a exhausted luke. his eyes met yours, and a mix of relief and sorrow washed over his face. his once happy and confident demeanor now showed signs of sadness, his shoulders slightly slumped, and his gaze filled with remorse. the tension between you hung heavy, suffocating, as the weight of your argument lingered.

the bedside lamp illuminated your tired features and tear stained cheeks. guilt washed over him as he looked at you. hesitantly, he walked over to the bed, sitting besides you. silence continued to fill the room.

unable to bear the silence any longer, you took a hesitant step forward. your voice was barely above a whisper as you said, "luke, i... i didn't mean those things i said. i'm sorry."

his eyes met yours, searching for sincerity. slowly, he closed the distance between you, bringing you into a bone crushing hug. the room seemed to hold its breath as he nuzzled his face into the crook of your neck, his touch sending a jolt of warmth through your veins.

“do you really think i ruin everything?” his voice cracks as he asks. your heart breaks at his vulnerable state. if only you didn’t say such hurtful things, this wouldn’t be happening. if only you dropped the disagreement instead of turning it into a fight

“of course i don’t, lukey.” you coo, bringing your hand to entangle with his curls. “i was just angry and saying things i didn’t mean. if anything, you do the exact opposite of ruining things.” you pause you take a deep breath, “you can make anything better no matter what. that’s why you’re the perfect boyfriend and i love you so much.”

"i’m sorry too," he finally spoke, his voice filled with remorse and regret. "i shouldn't have said hurtful things either. i love you, and i never wanted to hurt you." the weight of the argument began to lift, replaced by a renewed sense of hope and the promise of healing.

every relationship has it’s own bumps in the road; however, what really matters is how you overcome those bumps with the strength of your love.

#hearts4hughes #new jersey devils #hockey blurb #nhl imagine #luke hughes blurb #luke hughes #luke hughes imagine #luke hughes x reader #luke hughes imagines #nora's writings 💐

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harlowcomehome · 4 months

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Chores and soap bubbles:

A Hazel and Jade fic.

You gathered up the laundry for what felt like the millionth time this week, sighing as you threw Jack's green new balance sweat pants into the hamper that you already struggled to carry.

“Are you serious? ” You mumbled to yourself realizing he was putting clothes in the hamper that hadn’t worn in a while, pulling them out one by one to look over them.

“Jackman? Why is this in here?” You walked into the living room, holding up a Gucci shirt by the collar that you’d never seen him wear, not even once.

He wasn’t paying attention to you, he had been distracted for the last month or so. You couldn’t blame him, knowing he was preparing for the next album but all of your household duties were starting to weigh on you.

You stood in front of him now, snapping your fingers in front of his face to get his attention.

“What the-“ he removed his AirPods and looked at you blankly. He was trying to come up with lyrics and was engulfed in doing that.

“Why am I washing this?” You held the shirt in front of him. Your jaw flexed at the frustrations your face wore.

“It was wrinkled” he shrugged before putting his AirPod back into his ear, he couldn’t be bothered with your frustrations at the moment.

Jack had offered several times over the years for the two of you to get a maid or housekeeper of some sort but you liked being in control of those things, which made you feel awful for complaining, so you rarely did.

You opened the lid to your washer and put as many articles of clothing inside that fit. You were wondering how your husband and the girls went through so many clothes, knowing you had spent most of your days this week inside of the house.

Hazel and Jade were playing in the backyard when it started to heavily rain. The two of them had been playing soccer in the backyard for over an hour.

Jack hadn’t noticed them coming inside or noticed that they left mud all over the living room.

You were at your wits end, as you scanned the living room floor that was now covered in mud. You had just moped a few hours earlier, the house still filled with the scent of cleaner.

Hazel noticed the shoe prints, a gasp escaping her. She knew how long it took you to clean.

“I’m so sorry Mommy” she mumbled, her voice small as she stood in the hallway with Jade closely behind her.

“We can help clean it up!” Jade exclaimed, Jack finally realized what was going on once he looked up and around the living room.

“No, girls that’s fine. Mommy will handle it” Jack nonchalantly replied.

You wouldn’t deny that you would’ve said that same sentence yourself, but the fact that he didn’t offer to help was only adding to your feeling of being overwhelmed.

“Don’t worry about it girls. Just get cleaned up. Leave your shoes right there” You pointed off to the side and smiled at them softly to let them know you weren’t upset with them.

Hazel could immediately feel the tension in the room, helping her little sister take her shoes off and leaving them to the side of the room before quickly skipping out of the room.

You pulled the AirPod out of his ear aggressively, as soon as the girls were out of earshot startling him as he jumped a little.

“Did you suddenly come down with a serious allergy to mops that I don’t know about?” You stood before him with your arms crossed against your chest.

“What do you mean?” He couldn’t help but laugh, unsure if you were being serious with him or not.

“Why do you just assume that I’m going to clean that mess? You were supposed to be watching them through the window like you said you would.”

“I’m a little busy here” he scoffed knowing this was going to be an argument.

“You’re always too busy for everything, especially me” Your lips trembled.

“That's not true Y/N.” He took a sharp breath in, the sentence you said stinging and making him feel hurt now too.

You didn’t have the energy to fight, shuffling to the bedroom in your worn-out slippers and slamming the door shut.

Hours had gone by before you heard the bedroom door creak open, it was the sound of your daughters and not your husband so you welcomed them with open arms.

“Mommy! Are you sick?” Jade giggled, realizing you were awake as the two of them crawled into bed with you.

“No baby, I’m just tired” You opened your arm for the both of them to snuggle closer to you.

“Daddy made a yummy dinner if you’re hungry” Hazel knew that if you weren’t sick you were likely upset as you rarely had any downtime to lay in bed otherwise.

“Oh yeah? What did he make?” You tickled her tummy making her giggle as Jack walked in with a plate of food for you.

“I thought I’d let you get a nap in” he smiled, handing you the plate of food as he sat on the bed beside you and the girls.

“Hey girls, do you want to get dessert ready?” Jack had to think of a way to get them out of the room for a moment as they both excitedly hopped off the bed and into the kitchen together.

“I’m sorry for earlier. I was being an ass, and I wasn’t thinking. I cleaned up the living room and switched out the laundry.”

“I just get tired of having to do it all, and I know that I chose that but-“

“No. Don’t do that. I was wrong. I need to help out more” he leaned in, moving your hair from your face as he kissed your forehead.

“I’m sorry for saying what I said too. I didn’t mean it. ” You took his hands into yours, kissing the top of them before he leaned in to kiss you on the lips.

“I guess I forgive you” he playfully replied in a sing-songy tone making you giggle.

“Let’s go out there. The littles are taking too long” You giggled at the nickname and Jack held your plate as you got out of bed.

••••

The following days were better, Jack helped when he was available but with an out-of-state concert scheduled, you knew you had to carry the load.

The first day without Jack, you woke up to a noisy house. The girls were normally still in bed, making you suspicious of how long you had slept in. You checked the time realizing it was only eight thirty, still late for you as you hurried to the kitchen.

Hazel and Jade had woken up before you and took the initiative to help with the chores that their dad couldn’t do while he was away.

It wasn’t until you saw the massive amount of bubbles and water all over the kitchen floor that you figured out what went wrong.

Jade was currently making soap angels on the tile floor and Hazel was covered in bubbles as she struggled to take the fifth bucket of soapy water into the backyard.

“Ahhh!” She wasn’t expecting to see you, falling backwards and spilling the bucket all over herself and the floor.

“Hazey, are you okay?” Jade scooted on the floor over to her, checking for scrapes and cuts.

“My ego is bruised but I’m okay” Hazel mumbled. (Dramatic like her dad.)

“Eggos are waffles. Silly Hazey!” Jade giggled.

You stifled a laugh, taking your slippers off and rolling up your pajama pants as you carefully slid over to your daughters.

“Sit with us!” Jade exclaimed with soapy hands.

You happily obliged before you laid down beside Hazel and Jade on the floor, laughing hysterically as the two of them burst into laughter too.

There were tears in your eyes when you finally gained composure of yourself.

“I was trying to help because daddy is gone” Hazel scooted closer to you, worried you were still going to be upset with her.

“You used dish soap?”

“Yupp” she giggled, “are you mad at us?”

“Not at all, but next time let me worry about things okay? Your only job is to be a kid” You took her chin into your hand giving her face a gentle shake.

“Now you sound like daddy” Hazel giggled and rolled her eyes having heard that phrase from her dad numerous times.

#Jack Harlow #Jack Harlow fanfic #jack harlow x reader #jack harlow concepts #jack harlow imagines #jack harlow blurb

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midnghtprentiss · 11 months

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dating emily prentiss - headcons

pairing: ssa emily prentiss x pediatrician!femreader

warnings: fluff content, sugestive smut, cm horrors (children abuse), emily being a softie

no descriptions of hair, skin color, body shape

i'm thinking about making this idea a series. what you guys think?

You meet Emily for the first time because of Hotch. She drove him and Jack to your office in the middle of the night 'cause the poor child had a bad fever. She wasn't expecting to find you. Pink scrub with flowers and bees all over it, white shoes and a funny tiara in your hair.

"Dr. Y/L/N. This is my coworker Emily, she drove us here." You nod, taking a quick glance at her.

"Nice to meet you, Emily. Shall we go Jack?"

That was the first time she was hypnotized by a woman like you. How you treated Hotch and especially Jack. She wouldn't mind spending hours watching you work.

The second time she saw you was during a case. They were rescuing abused children and the pediatrician the BAU chose was you. Reid, Morgan and Emily stayed at the clinic while you did your best to save those children.

"Excuse me. My team stabilized four of the seven children, they're severely dehydrated and malnourished. With the right work and care everything will be alright." You lead them to the rooms. "If you're going to make them talk, be gentle and calm. No loud voices and movements. Remember, these children just experienced a lifetime trauma. If you need me I'll be in the other room."

"Yes ma'am." Emily answered quickly and received a smirk from Morgan.

"Ask her out, Prentiss, don't be so shy."

"That's inappropriate Derek, we are working."

She asked you out after the case was over. She stopped by at your work to thank you for your help and asked if you wanted to have a coffee next time you're free.

You learned that Emily was addicted to coffee, that she loves fudge brownies and most of her clothes have cat hair. You were so entertained by the way she rambled and how her brown eyes sparkled when she got excited. She laughed at your 'no sex on the first date' — you failed so bad. When both of you noticed you were breathing heavily in Emily's car.

"I don't know why that's funny. This rule used to work every time." You gave her a look.

"I'm just too hot for this waiting thing and you weren't even complaining thirty minutes ago!"

The months were passing and you two got very involved. Phone calls when she's away, dinner at her or your place, waking up tangled in the sheets. The schedules work just fine, the cases were longer like your shifts. There wasn't pressure on labeling the relationship that was building, but was serious. This woman had you wrapped around her finger.

Long phone calls or voicemails when she's at her hotel room.

"Hey, I can't even imagine how rough the shift is today. The case is evolving to the right direction, we got different clues today and are close to catching the unsub. I saw a bookstore next to the precinct with the book you told me about, so I bought it to discuss with you on the next date. Reid said the book is fantastic and he told me a lot of curiosities about the author, can't wait to tell you everything. Anyway, call me when you can. I miss you."

She surprises you with your favorite food when she picks you up at work. You commented that you wanted to eat sushi and the next day she showed up with sushi just for you. Or when you slept at hers she makes your favorite breakfast (with Rossi on the phone just to make sure she's not giving you food poisoning).

Emily is a morning person, you're not. Waking up with this woman looking like a golden retriever, walking around, rambling and trying to make you wake up.

"You know Ems, if you're doing this to get into my panties you are not getting. Let me sleep."

"It's a beautiful day, sugar. Let 's go!" She comes closer, stroking your messy hair.

"I hate you so much." You looked at her with the most evil smirk ever.

When she started to think about the idea of marriage, kids and white picket fence she almost had a stroke. She changed her whole life plan since she met you. The idea of a love that is so light and free wasn't even a real thing in her head. The greatest part of her day was talking to you, thinking of you. You were the reason she was more caucareful at the field, she was being more open about her feelings to her closest friends.

Girls night!!!!!!! Penelope and you bond right away. She was so excited to see the girl that was making Emily look like a love pudding.

"You are so made for each other, look at that! The way she looks at you!"

"Penny, calm down!" You drunkenly laugh at her and pass your arm around your girlfriend.

"I think we should get shots for this moment. Y/N help me!" You give Emily a kiss on the cheek and follow Penelope.

"How do you feel?" J.J asked Emily that answer with the brightest smile.

"I am in love with that woman and it hurts that she has no idea of how much it is."

"She feels the same way, the lovesick gave. I'm happy you found your half."

"I bought a ring." Dead silence between them.

"What? Oh my God!"

"Keep this down, ok? I'm waiting for the right moment and right now it's not. Hotch went with me and yeah, that's it."

You slowly moved with Emily and started to have a life together. You share bills, you do chores together, buy things together. Even adopted another cat. Life was amazing, couldn't be better. Until the day she proposed.

#emily prentiss #emily prentiss blurb #emily prentiss imagine #emily prentiss one shot #emily prentiss x reader #emily prentiss x you #emily prentis x pediatrician reader #spencer reid #criminal minds

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jvkeh · 2 years

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hybrid gfs

⤷ c.w sleepy sex?/dubcon, mentions of ‘daddy’ & ‘papa’, animal nicknames | faves x hybrid reader | © jvkeh

bunny hybrids

these boys die for your adorable bunny ears and the way your cheeks round, paired with your beautiful doe eyes and he’s a goner. every time you leap for an item you really like through the window, he’s already at the register opening up his wallet. he’s a complete utter simp for you both in and out the bedroom, and the both of you know that. dumb bunnies like you need loving carers to live a good fulfilling life. it’s such a good thing he’s there, because who else would fuck you the way they do?

pulling on your bunny ears, you let out a loud throaty groan at the feeling of your sensitive spot being prodded paired with the overstimulation from your ears, a result of your cunning and attentive boyfriend. “master!” you cry out as he began to thrust harder into your tight hole, the wetness easing the sting of the stretch and he adjusted to your cunt, his pelvis slapping your ass with every minute. “that’s my girl.” his deep voice contrasts with the sound of your childish cries, as he bullied his cock deeper and deeper within, until you felt stuffed for the hilts. “always ready to spread her legs at any notice, you’re such a slutty little bunny for me.” he says, a smirk on his face at the feeling of more liquid making contact with his dick, a sign that you did enjoy the degradation as much as you denied it. of course he knew though, he learned the ways of your beautiful bunny hybrid life better than anyone else, and he was content with that.

seungcheol, jaemin, joshua, HEESEUNG!!!, hueningkai (this man def jacks off to bunny hentai gn..) mark, HYUNJAE, SANGYEON, jacob

cat hybrids

he loved feeling your tail around him, wherever it was on his ass, around his neck, or suffocating his waist. he pops the biggest boner at the mention of it outside the bedroom, because he finds you are most reactive when your tail is involved. he finds everything about you so fucking hot, from your petite ears to your ginormous sex drive.

his lips made contact with your puffy cunt, relishing in the taste of your juices and the cries of your mouth. you looked so fucking good in that short black dress dress, paired with your cat ears that perked at the briefest physical contact with him, that he couldn’t help but drag you both home early from the casual event to fuck you til your tail was limp. “keep making those pretty sounds for papa, kitten.” his words are muffled from your pussy, but you got the gist as he squeezed your legs with his dripping fingers, a none verbal sign for you to keep going. your legs rise further into the air as he pushes his tongue deeper into your body, sucking up every inch of your cunt as you grinded against his mouths, tail perking up and rubbing up his ass from the sensation of being stimulated. he sighs into your cunt as he relieves the feeling of being able to do what he loved the most, eat his precious cat girlfriend’s pussy while she struggled to escape his grip.

yeonjun, minghao, taehyun vibes. tbh ??? WONWOO MINGYU TAG TEAMING U LIKE THIS THOO… renjun, hae to the chan, dokyeom is this sweet, sunwoo, changmin, chanhee (literal catboy)

puppy hybrids

puppy hybrid girlfriends are the horniest of them all, so of course their boyfriend needs to match. puppies can get angsty if they don’t get the attention they need, so it’s always important to rub their belly and fill it up with hot cum so they can have a good night’s rest.

he been at it for the third time, his dick feeling practically red hot with stimulation from fucking you for two rounds. but you needed the extra care, after insomniac nights for a week. your boyfriend took you to the vet, but they only reccomended activities to tire you out, such as extreme orgasms. you came heavily the last two times, your eyes showing droopiness, but he needed to make sure you were fully sleepy when you came. the more he imagined you complaining at night, the heavier he stuffed his cock into you at a fast rate.

“puppy gon get filled, aint she?” he babbled, numb to his dick’s sensation as he continued to push and pull out of you over and over again, making contact from cold air to hot gummy walls as he pushed you to your release. “want to be breeded, don’t you, sweetheart?” you could only nod, incapable of saying anything with the way he was fucking you at a fast pace, hitting your gspot over and over until you could no longer feel. “gonna breed this puppycunt and make a litter of babies.” he said darkly, his words bringing tightness to your cunt as his pace didn’t falter. “fuck me, i got the sweetest puppy girlfriend ever.”

“yes, daddy!” you groan out, pushing your tits outwards as your back arched at the feeling of him reaching all the right spots, as you begin to see stars. “you’re so mmh-ing good!” his heart fluttered at your compliment, making him speed up his pace even faster until you could no longer feel anything expect white hot, letting out a scream as your cunt squirted white. “holy- daddy!” you cried out, chanting your boyfriend’s name over and over as you continued to leak juices from your cunt, the energy sapped out of you immediately as your eyes closed from how well he fucked you. “mhm- so good daddy.” you said tiredly, as you felt his fingers re-enter you to push the cum in, making sure you would stay stuffed for the night.

JENO, HOLY FUCKING JENO! WONWOO, woozi, JAY AND JAKE R CARING DADDIES, jake loves puppies too (cries), choi line, juyeon OHCKCKG, eric

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wyattjohnston · 1 year

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playing house - jack hughes

series: we don't have no time to waste

summary: luke is staying with jack and daisy. daisy is equal parts excited and worried.

word count: 1,426

Daisy was bouncing on her toes at the front door.

There was an assignment waiting to be finished, due in less than twelve hours but she’d had trouble focussing since UMich lost their game—since Luke called Jack, half downtrodden and half ecstatic, to tell him that he was going to meet him in Boston.

It had long been decided that he would be in Jersey when his season ended and Daisy thought she was prepared for the day it finally came. But she’d yelled at both of them on the phone when it was clear Luke wasn’t coming straight to their place in Hoboken.

So, Daisy was waiting at the front door, barely keeping herself from opening it and staring out it, for Jack to arrive with Luke in tow.

The doorknob turned, Jack’s voice coming through with a “Honey, we’re—” before Daisy pulled it open the rest of the way, throwing Jack of balance, and then throwing herself at Luke and sending him off balance.

She grabbed onto Luke’s arms, spinning him around in circles as she shouted deliriously and nonsensically.

“Is Luke your favourite? I thought Quinn was your favourite,” Jack deadpanned.

Daisy stopped their spinning, took in Luke’s bewildered expression, before she shrugged and told Jack, very seriously, that she didn’t have favourites and that she loved the three of them equally.

“I already regret being here,” Luke chimed in, still stuck in place.

“You love It and you love me and you will love it here. If you don’t I will be very upset because I put a lot of effort into fixing up Ty’s old room and making sure you could make it your own and—”

“Breathe, Daisy,” Jack said behind a smile. “Let us inside.”

With one last squeal, Daisy gave Luke a proper hug before letting the boys lug Luke’s cases into the house.

Daisy appreciated that Jack kept his mouth shut as they walked further into the house—the level of effort she’d put into cleaning, and baking cookies, and clearly having down a full grocery shop, was something she only ever did for Ellen and Jim’s visits. It had been important to her that Luke walked in and felt welcome. It was also maybe a little important that he couldn’t report back about the heaping pile of clean laundry that substituted as their wardrobes, or the fact that at any given time there was mostly just enough food for Daisy to snack on and some assorted cereals.

“Rule number one is that you can’t complain about any noises you hear coming from our room,” Jack said while they were dropping things in Luke’s new room. “This is the furthest you can get from our room and Ty never said anything.”

“Ty was too nice.”

“Rule number two is no bringing random girls into the house.”

Luke scoffed, throwing his backpack heavily onto the bed as he said, “You’re such a dickhead.”

“You can bring home whoever you want,” Daisy said, elbowing her way past Jack into the room. “But no knocking anybody up—if you need condoms or lube or anything—”

“Jesus Christ, it’s like I moved back home.” He paused, thinking. “Mom and Dad might actually be less annoying.”

Daisy let out a muted, oh, and took a step back so that she was hiding more behind Jack. She felt her face fall and didn’t particularly want Luke to see. Jack knew it, though, looking over his shoulder as Daisy walked back.

Pointedly Jack said to Luke, “Rule number three is no upsetting Daisy.”

“Sorry, Daze, long weekend,” Luke apologised sheepishly.

“I can tone it down a notch. I just—I don’t know,” she shrugged instead of finishing her sentence because she was entirely uncertain of where it was going, anyway.

“Daisy wants you to feel welcome and like this is your home, too.”

“It is your home,” Daisy stressed.

“She’s just gonna be a lot nicer about it than I am. Which leads me to rule four—did I tell you you can’t bring girls home?”

“Fuck you,” Luke said, rather loudly as he started pointing his finger between them. “My first rule is that you guys keep your sex life to your bedroom.”

“One day,” Jack said sagely, despite the handful of Daisy’s ass he was grabbing, “you will understand what it’s like to have a smoking hot woman want to spend the rest of her life with you. She’ll never be the hottest woman in the room when Daze is around but she’ll be too good for you anyway so I suppose that doesn’t matter.”

Daisy rolled her eyes, chided Jack for comparing women even if the primary purpose was to poke fun at Luke and the second woman was hypothetical, and then pushed Jack out of Luke’s room so he could get settled.

When they walked past the kitchen, Jack backed Daisy up slowly into the counter, both to greet her properly and also, Daisy knew, to shove proposed Luke’s rule in his face if he wandered out of his room.

Any other day, Daisy would have kissed him back, would have let his hand wander up her shirt, would have happily been on the receiving and/or giving end of an orgasm or two but it was different with Luke in the house—it was different when she couldn’t wrap her head around all the effort she’d put in just for his arrival.

“I don’t really know why I tried so hard,” she said, mumbled against Jack’s neck as she buried her face. It was with total uncertainty that she said, “It might be about not wanting to disappoint your parents?”

Jack held her closer, his fingers only barely brushing the skin under her top. The undercurrent of laughter in his voice wasn’t directed at her when he said, “We’ve been living together for nearly three years now; been together for so long that I think that ship has probably sailed.”

“You’re so in love with me I could set this place on fire and you wouldn’t tell them,” Daisy said turning her face but still hiding in Jack’s chest. Jack hummed in agreement. “Luke, though… He doesn’t have anything to lose if he tells them that we had milk in the fridge that expired a month ago and neither of us noticed. I go to an Ivy League school, dude—I’m supposed to be smarter than that.”

“Babe,” Jack said, now laughing at her, even if it was light-hearted, “They weren’t even disappointed when I told them about the pregnancy thing. You couldn’t disappoint them if you tried. And, Luke will end up on the street if he tries. I’ve seen photos of his dorm and I will send them to Mom if I have to.”

Daisy had seen those photos, too, and the photos of the houses some of the other players on the team lived in—both Luke’s teammates and Quinn’s—and knew that Ellen and Jim were under no illusions about what went on in college. It was satisfying, at least, to know that Jack was willing to blackmail his own brother for her.

For something so minor, she also knew that he would have done it for fun, though.

“I just want him to be happy here,” she said, finally pulling her head away from his chest. “This whole thing is such a big deal for him and I don’t want to make it any harder.”

“He wouldn’t shut up the entire flight about living here. He’s fucking ecstatic.” After a brief pause, his face screwed up. “You don’t even drink milk. That one’s on me.”

She groaned, the memory filling her brain. “It was the grossest thing I’ve ever smelled in my life.”

“You smelled it? Daisy, babe, I think that’s enough to get you kicked out of Columbia. Even I know you don’t smell the expired milk.”

Daisy shoved Jack away, making various attempts to get him to stop talking—from telling him to shut up, to trying to get her hand over his mouth, to making loud noises to drown at the ensuing taunting.

She was making a break for it when Jack’s arms wrapped around her waist, her feet coming off the ground just enough that she lost all traction and hope of escaping. She shrieked—half laugh, half surprise—when she was caught.

Luke emerged from his room, didn’t even blink at what he was seeing, and bypassed them to get water from the filter in the fridge.

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Kawjwjdhjdbdj…. Halloween Twst…

Any thoughts on the dorm’s costumes serving as plot inspirations? Like wandering spirit!Heartslabyul taking you as a live sacrifice but instead of killing you like you thought they take you as a breeding toy <3

OHHHH to be a breeding toy for spooky Heartslabyul lads..... orz if I remember correctly, they're something like gravediggers, yes? Can you imagine in a Victorian setting your lover dies young and while attending their burial you catch sight of strangely dressed men out of the corner of your eye!!! You see them each time you go to visit your lover's grave and leave a fresh bouquet because, for some odd reason, the flowers wither much too quickly. By the sixth visit, you're certain you're being stalked because you keep seeing them. First it's a pair with orange and navy hair. Then it's another much taller man with orange hair. Then a man with green hair. By the end of the week, you encounter a short man with red hair and he's the first of the lot to approach you. You're never seen or heard from again after that. :) (but it's okay because you're spending your afterlife getting railed all the time!!! Everyone wins!)

Or being the captive royal the Savanaclaw pirates have kidnapped from the kingdom in hopes of holding you for ransom. >:) but of course Jack gets too attached to you right away; he's just trying to help you and he promises that, as much as he doesn't agree with Leona's method of doing things, he himself won't hurt you. Jack's an honest pirate...who is now too attached to give you up when the kingdom's willing to pay the amount in order to have you back safe and sound. Ruggie's no different either. At first you were annoying and troublesome when you struggled and tried escaping, but he's grown to like you. Much like Jack, he isn't willing to give you up, not even for the ransom. Instead, he can make a pretty Madol selling the extravagant clothes you're wearing. :) Leona won't complain. You'd look much nicer in one of his shirts or in nothing at all. <3

Or Octavinelle being failed experiments of yours who you were trying to turn human after catching them in your fishing nets. Now they're something of an abomination who you've wrapped tight in plenty of bandages and harnesses to keep limbs and skin from rotting off. Though they once hated you for meddling with their natural biology, they've grown terribly affectionate in the time they've spent with you, obsessively so. In return, you have to allow them to try to turn you into a mer. It's only fair they get to mess with your anatomy after you've done the same to them.

Or maybe you're a beast hunter looking to claim the bounty on a certain werewolf's head! >:) Kalim isn't very elusive; it's Jamil who makes sure he keeps out of the eyes of humans and hunters alike. When you step into their territory, it's Jamil who swiftly captures you. For attempting to take Kalim's life, you'll pay for it with your own...or so Jamil tells you before Kalim laughs the threat away and tells him he ought to be kinder to the guest. Kalim grows to adore you even if you were originally here to kill him. And if you're capable of having pups, he might just have to knock you up to keep you here permanently. Jamil finds he quite likes the idea of forcing domesticity on you, and if you're so heavily pregnant with his pups you won't be able to escape. >:)

Or being trapped in a marriage with vampire king Vil!!!! Maybe you're a stubborn human who refuses to be turned into a vampire and so it's Rook who takes care in preparing your meals. You're served lots of meat-based dishes because Rook is a skilled hunter. If he's not hunting with his bare hands, he's raising his bow and piercing creatures with a precise arrow. Epel provides you with companionship when Vil becomes too frustrated to stand you. He tries convincing you to just let Vil turn you; it'll be much easier for everyone if you just submit to your fate. Of course Epel's still nowhere near as ancient as Vil or Rook, and so he can often be swept up in immature whims, especially when the scent of your blood is so very tempting to a hungry vampire like him...

Headless horseman Idia is still so babygirl... he's scary when he's chasing you on horseback, but then you take the pumpkin head off his suit of armor and you meet the babygirl within!!! <3 You're the first human who is daring enough to look him in the eyes (and also not run in fear from him after seeing his face), and he likes how warm and kind you are, even if he tries to insist that humans are so lame and he'd never want the companionship of one. But he's been lonely for too long and you were so willing to befriend him. Maybe he should just keep you for himself forever...

They say a frightening horned creature dwells deep within the mountains. In order to avoid incurring its wrath, the village offers you as the annual sacrifice. You prepare yourself for death, but it turns out that it isn't just one long. It's a group of them, all living together in a very big cave. Almost like a family... Malleus, Lilia, Sebek, and Silver all fall for you in their own ways. You're so precious and sweet, and eventually you realize they aren't the feared monsters the village portrayed them as. They're actually quite nice to you when they're slyly vilifying humans in order to get you to stay and trust them for all of eternity. :)

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Eyeless Jack - Now You're Mine (Smut)

Hey guys, this is my first post on here and my first proper attempt at smut, but I hope you all enjoy.

Female first person view.

Warnings: small amounts of fluff, smut, use of the word cunt, swearing, slight orgasam denial, creampie, unprotected p in v (stay safe out there!)

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I knew this was wrong. He's a murderer, a demon for crying out loud, but why did this feel so right?

I was reading a book when Jack knocked on my door, well banged on it. I swiftly stood up to answer the door.

"Jack, what's wrong? It's really late." I questioned.

He didn't really respond. He just snarled slightly. His mask wasn't on fully. Something wasn't quite right. Did a mission go wrong? Was he hurt? My mind was running a million miles a second, trying to figure out why he was here, not that I was complaining. I went to open my mouth to ask him a question, but he quickly silenced me by kissing me.

He was quick to enter my house, shutting the door with his foot. He turned me, pinning me against my now shut door. His lips never once left mine. I felt him relax from the kiss.

I had to pull away to breathe, which he didn't like.

"Jack, is everything okay? Why are you here?" He looked down at me. He was very tall, about 6'5 whereas I was a lot shorter than him. He didn't respond for a while, but finally, he spoke.

"Just a bad mission, Jeff almost got us caught because he was too busy in his little zone. I needed to get away because I was pissed. So I came to see you. Just say the word, and I'll leave." He explained to me.

"No, you can stay, I'm glad to see you, but are you okay? You're not hurt, are you? He chuckled at my questions.

"Always so worried about me, aren't you, my love? I am fine, but right now, I want you to stop with all of the questions." I knew that it wasn't just about the mission, but i lost my train of thought as his lips were back on mine. The kiss became heated quickly. He caged me against the door by putting his arms on either side of me. He was intoxicating. All I could think of was him.

He slowly and reluctantly pulled away so we could both breathe. Our foreheads barely touching, he slowly stood up straight and grabbed my hand, pulling me towards the couch, where I was reading my long forgotten book.

He sat down and pulled me down, so I was straddling him, my legs on either side of his. He sat back and just looked at me, admiring me. Before I met Jack, nobody would ever just admire me. He's told me before that he could just look at me all day, I laughed and said that he sounded creepy, but inside, I thought it was sweet.

His hands rested on my thighs, slowly stroking them, and he gradually moved his hands further up. I rested my hands on his shoulders. He didn't look it, but he had a decent amount of muscle underneath.

"You look beautiful tonight, love." He said to me. I started to blush. He always knew what to say to me to make me blush. I was so caught up in his words and looking at him, that I didn't realise that he had moved one of his hands from my thigh to the back of my neck. He pulled me into a heated kiss.

We slowly moved apart and Jack removed his mask completely. I looked into his black eyes (a hc of mine. He doesn't have just black sockets, but black eyes instead) He looked me up and down hungry for something else. Jack was quick to resume the kiss with his pesky mask out of the way, he gently ran hus tongue across my bottom lip asking for entrance, which I gave him, I tried to fight for dominance of the kiss, but Jack won with ease.

I didn't even realise I was subconsciously grinding on him, until I felt his hands on my hips moving me more, taking control as he often liked to do. I was getting wetter by the second and feeling his hard cock beneath me wasn't helping.

Jack swiftly laid me onto the couch with him caging me beneath him. We were both breathing heavily. He was quick to discard of his top. He kissed slowly down my neck, occasionally sucking on my skin. Suddenly the air in the room felt too hot, all I wanted was him.

Jack slowly lifted his head from his place against my neck. Slowly lifting the bottom of my top, I got the message, I sat up slightly to help him take off my top. I wasn't wearing a bra. His eyes looked over my chest hungrily. He was quick to push me back down as he trailed kisses against my collarbone. Painfully slow, he moved his kisses down to my stomach, then to just above my shorts.

"May I love?" He looked at me, I nodded a little too desperately. Wanting him in any way possible. He was quick to take off my shorts, kissing up my thighs. By this time I was a squirming mess underneath him. He was doing this all on purpose, the tease. Jack looked up again looking for the go ahead to remove my underwear. I gave him a quick nod again.

All I heard was the ripping of fabric, before I could open my mouth, one of his fingers was rubbing against my pussy, collecting my wetness. Jack slowly moved his finger to my clit, teasing me by only putting a little bit of pressure against it. I quietly moan.

"Love you're soaked, and it's all for me?"

"Fuck, Jack please don't tease me. Please I need you." I was getting more desperate by the second.

"So impatient, don't worry. I'll take good care of you." He put more pressure on my clit and slowly moved his finger in circles. This is what I needed. I moaned again. He went faster, until I was a begging mess.

"Please Jack, I'm so close. Please don't stop!"

Even after I begged he stopped. I was about to complain until I felt his tongue against my clit.

"I can't have you just cum from my fingers love. I want to at least taste you."

He gave small kitten licks to my clit, then he dove right in, like a starved man, he feasted on my pussy. It wasn't long before the knot in my stomach was there again.

"Fuck, fuck I'm gonna cum Jack, please let me cum." He kept up his pace, and then the knot snapped and I was cumming, I was letting out pornographic moans. He slowly eased up as I came down from my high. I was really sensitive, but he continued to give my pussy small licks.

"Jack, too sensitive, please, it's too much."

"Sorry, sweet thing, I just can't get enough." He moved so he was above me and kissed me hard. I could taste myself on him.

He pulled away and removed his trousers.

"You sure you want to keep going?" He asked me.

"Yes Jack, I just want you. All of you." How he had managed to keep in control this long shocked me, I should be worried that he was going to loose control as soon as he fucked me, but I just felt excited.

Once he had removed all of his clothing, he looked at me to make sure I was okay with this all. So I gave him the go ahead.

He teasingly rubbed the head of his cock over my pussy before slowly pushing the tip in. He was big, he and I knew it all too well. We had, had sex before, but each time felt like the first time with him. His cock stretched me out and I relished in the pain and pleasure mixed together. Jack planted kisses down my neck. As he eased himself in, I could tell he was struggling to go slow with me. He finally bottomed out, the stretch was painful, but felt so good.

"You can move Jack. You don't have to hold back on me."

"You sure love? You sure you're going to be able to handle me? Just say red if you need me to stop okay?" He gave me the safe word as always as he knew he could get a little carried away.

"Go ahead, I'm all yours." That set him off. He didn't start off slow, he was rough, his hands went to my hips to hold me still as he pounded away. I was a complete mess, completely at his mercy.

I felt his claws slightly digging into my sides, not enough pressure to break skin, but definitely enough to leave marks.

"Please Jack, fuck, feels so good." He released a low growl as he buried his face into the crook of my neck. He bit my neck gently, and I moaned out. He was addicting, I would never be able to get enough of him. I was getting close, my cunt fluttering around his cock.

"Getting close Jack." I whimpered.

"So am I, cum for me. Cum around my cock." He said, his voice rough. My legs closed around his waist like a vice.

"Let me mark you my love? Let me bite you so everyone knows your mine."

"Fuck, yes mark me, make me yours Jack." I don't know if it was because I was feeling so euphoric, if I wanted everyone to know I was his or a mix of both. I felt the sharp pierce of his teeth in my neck, and that's all it took for the knot to snap. I was cumming and cumming hard. Jack wasn't far behind as he gave a final thrust and came inside me.

He gently lapped up my neck which was now bleeding from the bite, I winced a bit and he whispered apologies to me as he continued to clean up my neck.

After a while he slowly pulled out of me, admiring the seed that spilled out of my pussy.

"You okay my love?" He asked me.

"I'm okay Jack."

"You're now mine." He said to me, my mind then wondered to how we ended up in this situation. We sat up as Jack pulled me against his chest and pulled a blanket over us both.

"What actually happened aside from the bad mission? What made you want to mark me as yours?" I asked. Jack sighed.

"Not only did Jeff fuck up the mission, he also said to me that if he wanted to, he could steal you away from me and you would be his. So I marked you as mine. Now none of them can have you." I giggled slightly.

"Well you shouldn't have worried anyways, I only have eyes for one demon in my life."

Soon after our conversation sleep started to consume me. I felt Jack give me a small kiss on my forehead and he whispered.

"You're all mine now, my love, and I'm never letting you go."

Well that was longer than I expected it to be. I hope you all enjoyed!

Written 22/06/23

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Cowboytober Day 24- Cock warming

Paring: Agent Whiskey x AFAB!Reader

Word counting: 1k

Rating: 18+

Warning: SoftDom!Jack, orgasm denial, masturbation.

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The days Jack worked from home were for sure your favorites, even focused on his job, he still gave you attention during the day, and most of the time you ended up sitting on his lap, just quietly hugging him.

Safe to say that have you around was always like a breath of fresh air to Jack on the stressful days, making him remember that, no matter how bad the day could be, he could count on his beloved precious sugar to cheer him up, precisely like was happening on that afternoon.

When you entered his home office, you found Jack looking deeply stressed and grumpy, but he promptly seemed happier when he saw you, pulling you to sit on his lap and covering your face and neck with soft kisses. And, of course, you didn’t hesitate before agreeing when he asked you to stay with him for a bit.

Having the weight and warmth of your body, Jack was able to focus productively on what he was doing once more, feeling his stress gone, even while doing something he hated deeply like checking spreadsheets, after all, there was no way he could ever feel stressed while having his cock inside you.

You two have been through situations like that a lot of times, some of them in his office at the distillery. Not that just having you around wasn’t enough to make him feel better, but on some occasions, having your warm pussy pulsing around his cock in random spaces of time was the only thing capable of making his worktime less torturing.

And you weren’t complaining about it.

If just being nestled on your husband's lap was already amazing, it got even better when you could enjoy the feeling of him inside you, even in those cruel times he told you to stay still on his lap when you were desperate to move your hips.

“Jack.” You called quietly, poking his arm gently.

“Yes, sugar?” he moved his attention to you, caressing your back softly.

“How long do I still have to wait?” you asked playing with a button on his shirt, Jack smiled and checked the hours on his computer.

“We still have 25 minutes ‘till my shift is done.” He answered calmly, making you let out a whine sound.

“I don’t want to wait that long.” You complained pouting a bit, looking at him with pleading eyes, hoping it would melt his heart.

“But you’ll have to, sweetheart.” Jack kissed your forehead and looked back the screen in front of him. You kept your head resting on his shoulder and moved your hips a bit, letting out a soft sigh, right after moaning in frustration when Jack grabbed your hips and made you stop moving. “Sugar, I’ve said 25 minutes.”

“Please, I need you.” You begged while rubbing your face on his neck like a kitten wanting head scratches, making him chuckle and grab your waist.

“My poor thing is so needy, ain’t ya?” he asked in a teasing tone and you could only nod promptly “All right, I’ll not be so bad to you. You can move a bit, but will be just a little bit, got it?” you nodded again with an excited smile, already starting to move your hips and sigh heavily, holding on his biceps.

Being no surprise, you got carried away, hiding your face against his neck and moaning quietly as your body involuntarily clenched around him, making you squirm and breathe deeply, in a mix of relief and pleasure. Jack kept his focus on you, appreciating how you needed so less to get your composure undone and sighing quietly as he felt you getting more wet at every move of your hips, making his previously half softened cock become rock hard once more, forcing your needy pussy to stretch around him.

Once he realized you were getting too worked up, Jack grabbed your hips again, sinking them on his lap, putting every single inch of him on you, rubbing your lower back when he finally was settled balls-deep inside you, allowing you to fill the tip of his cock rubbing on your cervix for a brief moment, taking a loud whimper out of you.

“Now stay still, honey.” He demanded while still rubbing your back, making you whine and look at him.

“Jack, please, I’m a bit desperate here.” Your tone left no doubts that you, indeed, were desperate for more.

“I know that, sugarcube, but we have a deal, don’t we?” you could only sigh and nod, regretting the very moment you agreed to wait for him to finish his work before solving your demands. “Just a few more minutes, I’m sure you can deal with it.” Jack kissed the tip of your nose and turned back to what he was working on.

With your head resting on his shoulder, you tried to distract yourself from what you wanted, but it wasn’t so simple when you had his cock buried deep inside you. Wondering if it would pass unnoticed by him, you slowly moved one hand down to between your legs, proceeding carefully as if your life depended on it. When you reached your sensitive throbbing clit, you moved your fingers slowly, sure that Jack was unaware of what you were doing.

When you were finally getting some relief and that good sensation on your lower stomach was starting to become more noticeable, you got interrupted by Jack grabbing your wrist and moving your hand away, making you look at him.

“Have you really thought I wouldn’t notice your move, sugar?” he asked while shaking his head with a smirk.

“Oh c’mon, you can’t expect me to just patiently wait.” You complained without bothering to move your head off his shoulder.

“Yes, and that’s exactly what you’ll do.” Jack spoke calmly, caressing your wrist.

“I ain’t sure if I can.” You admitted with a pleading look in your eyes.

“I’m sure you can.” He leaned a bit to give a soft peck on your lips “Just have patience, my love, and I’ll make your efforts worth it.”

“I hope you know I’ll need a lot of your attention and time.” You raised your eyebrows slightly.

“I know, darlin’, and don’t worry, I’ll give you everything your heart and needy pussy could ever desire.” Jack assured calmly and winked at you, turning his attention back to work.

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The Port & the City

Buenos Aires, photo by lasgalletas (Creative Commons CC BY-NC 2.0)

Introduction

City of witches and of asphalt, port with no exit to the sea! — La Portuaria, from the port of Buenos Aires

Some cities have a port, and some port cities have a port culture. That's how I call it, anyway. It's a very special thing. It's created by the furious economic activity that concentrates around the coming and going of ships, cargo, and people. A port needs to cater to all of that, the ships and the cargo, the shipowner and the dockworker, the captain and the deckhand, the tourist and the sailor and the fisherman. And that transforms the entire city.

Where a port city meets the sea, there's shipping companies, travel agencies, imports/exports, truck companies, posh hotels, shitty hotels, fancy bars, seedy bars, brothels, strip clubs, theatres, restaurants, casinos, bookshops, tool shops, souvenir shops, fishing supplies, and fresh fish. There's peddlers and businessmen, porters and accountants, all sorts of people, and they all mingle. They have to! The port's there!

Port cities have their own landmarks and geography, with docks, wharfs, piers, depots, gates, shipyards, and people can orient themselves by relation to the water.

New York City, photo by Kari Nousiainen (Creative Commons CC BY-NC 2.0)

Crime

My gold watch and my pocketbook and lady friend were gone And there was I, Jack all alone, stark naked in the room — the port of New York City

Port cities attract furious criminal activity. Firstly and obviously, everything that's smuggled will be smuggled through here, from cocaine to counterfeit handbags to guns to oil. (I mean crude/refined oil, though with the prices we've seen lately, olive oil is equally plausible.) Port authorities, customs, shipowners and workers, all can have a hand in the pie, a little finger or both hands shoulder-deep, depending on how high up the ladder they are.

Second, ports are always full of newcomers, sailors and passengers, and all newcomers are potential marks. Con artists, scammers, and grifters of all sorts can ply their trade here. There's also a lot of shilling for more or less legitimate businesses (come buy this, sir! rent a room here, ma'am! oh but you must have a drink there, buddy!), and peddling less then legitimate goods (may I interest you in a fine watch? Rayban glasses, I have Rayban glasses! 100% genuine!). And then there's good old pickpocketing. Although in most cases, pickpockets are not allowed to operate within the port itself: it's bad for everyone else's business, and unlike cops, "everyone else" can actually enforce that.

And third, there's the entertainment sector: the trifecta of night life, sex work, and gambling, all going hand in hand with the sale and consumption of drugs and booze. Expect the port city to be much more entangled in all that than other cities, and the port itself to attract the bulk of it, or the worst of it. Things that are theoretically illegal might be tolerated here, things that are heavily regulated elsehwhere might follow their own rules here, and things that are otherwise unheard of can be found here. What are you into? Step right up but beware: the large print giveth and the small print taketh away.

The upshot of all this is that people in the port's vicinity (not the whole city, though) are more likely to be involved, or at least personally know someone who's involved, in profoundly shady and/or illegal business. And that certainly affects the culture. Breaking the law is more "eh" than "oh my!".

Clydebuilt Museum, photo by Paisley Scotland (Creative Commons CC BY 2.0)

Politics

All my life I've lived beside the waters that they call the Clyde I build the ships and watch them glide down the Broomielaw, sir Trudge to work in sleet and rain, labour for another's gain know yer place and don't complain, that's the rich man's law, sir — Alistair Hulett, from the shipyards of Glasgow

A port displays furious political activity. Unions are strong here, because labour is not only working, it's working hard, manually, in the same spaces (so they can talk about it!), and facing the same dangers to life and limb. Working on the docks, handling cargo containers, and ship-building and maintenance are very hazardous jobs (scrapping even more so, I'd say dramatically so), and under these conditions, it's easier to spot the enemy. Not automatic though. Port cities are traditionally, but not unconditionally, strongholds of the left.

Today, it's extremely important for the left to take the ports, because if it doesn't the fascists will. The workforce here has significant ethnic diversity, coming both from inland (immigrants and local minorities) and from the sea (sailors who go around the world sometimes end up working in random ports). So basically, this either goes "proletarians of the world unite" or "foreigners are stealing our jobs", no middle ground.

By the way, if all your knowledge about port unions comes from The Wire, or worse (for our older readers) from On the Waterfront, please be aware that these are slanted depictions, and you don't actually know anything. [They're not equally slanted, The Wire is nowhere near the other one's level of shameless propaganda, nor so completely divorced from reality. I mean yes, unions can be involved in shady business; so can literally everyone else in the port. But On the Waterfront, without the slightest exaggeration, is to American organised labour what Birth of a Nation is to Black Americans.]

Valparaíso, photo by [o] Rolando Vejar (Creative Commons CC BY-SA 2.0)

Culture

Amo el amor de los marineros que besan y se van. Dejan una promesa. No vuelven nunca más. — Pablo Neruda, from the port of Valparaíso

The port's culture seeps through the rest of the city. This is where sailor lore gets created and spread, and a port by definition loves travel and the ocean. Many non-sailors fall for it hook, line and sinker, and write poems and sing songs and their heart swells at the mere thought of sailing. But their fascination is often rose-tinted, whereas people who make a living from the sea typically have a love/hate relationship with it.

Maiden voyages are important occasions in shipbulding ports. A ship's last voyage, before it goes to scrap, is also memorable. If the ship regularly docks there, it will be the talk of the town, and if it's a passenger ship [this assumes a geography with regular passenger runs], a whole mess of people will be sharing stories and memories, waving it farewell, shouting, applauding, crying a little. It can get very emotional.

There's also a silly sort of localism/professional pride going on, where even the port's accountants, who've never set foot below decks IF they've actually boarded a ship, feel like they're a different species of accountant, inexplicably tougher and saltier than their more, er, inland colleagues. No matter who you are and what you do, it's badge of honour to say you're from and/or work at the port, like you're automatically endowed with tenacity and street smarts. It doesn't make sense, but there you have it.

Rotterdam, photo by MaxAmy Photography (Creative Commons CC BY-ND 2.0)

Desire

In the port of Amsterdam there's a sailor who dies Full of beer, full of cries, in a drunken town fight In the port of Amsterdam there's a sailor who's born On a hot muggy morn by the dawn's early light — Jacques Brel (in David Bowie's adaptation), from the port of Amsterdam

A port is filthy, grubby, and hopelessly romantic. If it faces somewhat west, it's on fire every sunset. Silhouettes of gigantic cranes are framed by red clouds like alien tripods. The sun sinks into the ocean, and tell me, in the whole wide earth, is there a sweeter sight? Ships approach like sea beasts, and dock in their usual place like old friends.

A port carries the whiff of grease and petrol, the cool sea breeze, and the incessant sounds of waves and engines and – most of all – people. A port IS people, passing. And tell me, in the whole wide world, is there anything more exciting and heartwrenching than people passing? A port city can fill you with wanderlust and feel like a prison, or a warm welcome, or a devastating farewell.

And if you point a gun to my head and force me to describe a port in a single word, I'll have to say: desire.

Love me, leave me, hold me tight, walk away, forget. Look at how I broke inside, and how the sea has swelled! It's pouring out a riot of colours, scents, and lights, and in the city's gutter it's building paradise. — Ξύλινα Σπαθιά, from the port of Thessaloniki

Thessaloniki, photo by Arend Kuester (Creative Commons CC BY-NC 2.0)

La Portuaria - Un dia cualquiera (El bar de la calle Rodney) | the port of Buenos Aires

Ξύλινα Σπαθιά - Ρόδες | the port of Thessaloniki

Tom Waits - Step right up

Finbar Furey - New York City girls | the port of New York

The Dubliners - Go to sea no more | the port of Liverpool

Alistair Hulett - The Old Divide and Rule | the shipyards of Glasgow

The Dreadnoughts - Roll Northumbria | the shipyards of Tyne

The Longest Johns - Fire & flame | the port of Halifax

Maria del Mar Bonet - Merhaba | the ports of the Mediterranean

Cesária Évora - Mar de canal | the port of Mindelo

Susana Baca - Los marineros | the port of Valparaíso

Παντελής Θαλασσινός - Άσπρο καΐκι στη Νέα Πέραμο | the little port of Nea Peramos

Jacques Brel - Amsterdam | the port of Amsterdam

Social Waste - Kasbah | the port of Algiers

Πάνος Κατσιμίχας - Ο πιλότος Νάγκελ | the port of Colombo, so far from Lofoten

Ξύλινα Σπαθιά - Φωτιά στο λιμάνι | the port of Thessaloniki

#the city speaks #theory #trs #the ramblin' rover #pirate #booze #booze et al #no tears for the creatures of the night #smuggler #pickpocket #mixtape #prison ballads #ONE of these days I'll learn to be concise I swear #also I ain't translating Naruda to english #the Rogue's school of translation gives exactly zero fucks #but there's a limit #look it up it's called ''Farewell''#also I didn't include a planned section on immigration #because I got too fucking upset to write words

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love bug | j.k

you go a little too far at a party, and you have to call johnny to come and get you

warnings: tooth-rotting fluff, reader is on a lot of drugs and drug use/drinking is heavily mentioned

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Sometimes, you did take it a little too far. And hey, you would be the first person to admit it. Tonight was definitely one of those nights. Those nights usually came with the fact that Johnny wasn’t with you to keep you under control (when he wasn’t out of control himself), and that was exactly how you had ended up in the position you were currently in.

It was hard to say no to Steve-O. You hadn’t been able to seriously spend time together just the two of you in a long time despite being good friends, and of course your version of ‘spending time together’ was to party hard and get absolutely wasted. Every plea of ‘just this once’ from either one of you had been met with indulgence from the other, and you were really starting to regret it.

So, by the time that it got to the point where you were wanting to be home while fucked off of Xanax, a lot of booze, some acid, weed, and a random, colorful pill that Steve-O had gifted you upon arriving, you realized that you were basically stranded. You were at some guy’s house that Steve-O was apparently cool with, but who didn’t really like you, so you were almost 100% sure that you weren’t going to get a free chance to stay for the night like Steve-O was.

Luckily for you, you had a get-out-of-jail-free card who was currently spending his night doing nothing but bills.

After a phone call that barely made sense to both you and the receiver, you waited for your ride to arrive by lying down on the kitchen floor with a cigarette between your lips, thoughts of Steve-O’s whereabouts long forgotten as you stared at the ceiling fan that appeared to shift and shape into different forms and colors under the influence of the drugs in your system.

By the time you heard the sound of your boyfriend’s voice in the hall adjacent to you, your cigarette had gone out due to your negligence to actually smoke it, and you were just holding it between your teeth as you watched the man you wanted to see most walk into the kitchen to your left. The sight of him made the creeping sensation of being overwhelmed by all the different side effects squeezing your brain come to a head, and you held out your arms to him with a pathetic whine.

“PJ.” You whimpered, a pout on your face as he cooed at you and crouched down to gently pull you into a sitting position.

“Oh, love bug. What the hell have you been doing?” Johnny asked as he helped you up off the floor, using his strength to keep you on your feet as you tottered along with the spinning room. You knew it was pretty clear by this point that the premise of you and Steve-O ‘just getting dinner and absolutely not partying’ had been dispelled.

“I wanna go home.” You complained, draping yourself against his chest and wrapping your arms around his neck haphazardly. Oh yeah. You were fucking loaded. You could feel yourself acting like a whiny idiot, but you were unable to do anything to stop it. Acid made you air-headed and needy.

“I know, baby. I’m gonna take you home.” He reassured, forcing you to pull away from him so that he could shift his arm under yours to start walking you out of the kitchen. “Does Steve need a ride, too?”

“No. Because Steve is friends with Hank Loren, so Steve gets to stay here for the night and doesn’t have to call a stupid ride.” You spat, scoffing at the thought of how unfair it was. Johnny chuckled as he took the cigarette from in between your lips, only giving you more room to properly complain as he pressed a kiss to your temple.

“I’d rather you come home with me. Hank Loren told me that he’s jacked off to your picture in the Big Brother magazines when he found out that we were dating.” He reminded you, letting out a frustrated sigh when you stumbled for the millionth time on the carpet in the living room. “Do you need me to carry you?”

“Mhm.” You gave him an apologetic smile as he dipped down and picked you up like a little kid with ease, your arms still around his neck as you wrapped your legs around his waist and let him carry you. Your heart ached sweetly at the gesture, and you buried your face in his neck and let out another whine.

“Just dinner, huh?” He prompted you with a slight shrug of his shoulder where your cheek was resting, sounding half amused and half annoyed. You were silently thinking about the fact that you were ditching the party without telling Steve-O where you were going, but promptly reminded yourself that he probably wouldn’t notice you were gone for another 12 hours at least. Johnny sighed. “It’s never just dinner with you two.”

“He convinced me.” You protested, tightening your legs around his waist and feeling the dig of his belt buckle in your leg. He chuckled, kicking the door to the side yard open with his foot and stepping out sideways so that you didn’t hit anything on the doorway.

“Oh, I’m sure he did.” He didn’t sound convinced, but rubbed your back as he carried you regardless, making it all the way over to his Eldorado parked on the curb before he was gently helping you into the passenger seat and then circling around to get in the other side. “Seatbelt, honey.”

You tried to figure out the buckle. You really did. But your vision was spinning with all sorts of pretty colors, and your fingers just continued to slip over and over again. Johnny, who was well aware of the fact that you didn’t like being offered help, sat back and just watched you fail miserably until you looked up at him with a desperate plea in your eyes.

“I can’t do it.” You felt like you were going to cry. When it got to the point where you got so high you regretted getting high in the first place, you always felt like you were falling apart internally. At this point you were barely controlling your urge to hold his hand like a lifeline. He shushed you quietly, brushing your fingers away to easily click your buckle into place.

“You on E?” He asked once he was finished, narrowing his eyes to study yours in the dark of the inside of the car while he cupped your cheek to hold your head still. You shrugged and shook your head to tell him that you didn’t know the answer, and he sighed. “Looks like it.”

“Everything is spinning so bad, PJ.” You whimpered, burying your face in his shoulder and feeling a hint of relief when he put his hand on your leg reassuringly.

“Don’t worry. Five minute drive, then we’ll be home and I can put you to bed as soon as we get inside.” He promised, the car backing out to get onto the road as he pushed his arm out against the back of your seat. You mumbled out a half-audible response, gripping his shirt like it was the only thing you had as you felt your heart jump with every turn of the car.

The five minute drive home felt like torture. Your head was spinning, your eyes were playing tricks on you, and worst of all, you just wanted to go to sleep. You were drowsy, but too scared to sleep, so all you could do was sit in the passenger seat stiffly as you impatiently waited for the familiar turn that would take you into Johnny’s driveway.

The sight of Johnny’s house, and then of his bedroom once he’d brought you inside and carried you upstairs, pulled every ounce of stress right out of you. His comfortable bed almost felt more familiar than your own.

However, when he moved to start pulling your shoes off, Johnny froze and narrowed his eyes at you upon seeing you in the light.

“What the fuck happened to your face?” Up until now you’d been in mostly low lighting, but now, in the brightness of his room, your busted lip and forming black eye were very clearly visible. You looked at him apologetically as he ran a thumb over your lip.

“Got into a fight.” You admitted, glancing away from him as you spoke to avoid the look you already knew he was going to give you. You had a bad habit of fighting when intoxicated, and it only got worse when Johnny wasn’t there. You only regretted doing it after he always found out.

“Did you win?” He asked softly, raising an eyebrow at you as he started to help you get your shirt over your head. You paused, trying to remember anything past five minutes ago.

“He was bleeding, so I guess.” You said honestly, wincing at all the stains on your shirt once it was off and in Johnny’s hands in front of you. His eyes snapped up to yours.

“He? You beat up a fucking guy?” He sounded indignant as he bent down to undo the zipper of your jeans, which were also decently stained. You tried not to look too proud of yourself, sliding your hands over his shoulders and squeezing slightly as your distraction for what you were about to say.

“He hit me first, alright? It’s not like I was just punching to punch.” You knew he was going to be pissed, and your thoughts were confirmed when his look of awe dropped into a scowl of fury.

“A guy swung on you? And you didn’t tell me while we were still fucking there?” He spoke heatedly, and you stopped him from starting to get back up like he was going to do something with your hands heavy on his shoulders.

“It’s okay. I fucked him up.” You reassured him, lifting your hips as he pulled your pants down your legs for you. “Although who just swings on girls who can take a longer bong rip than you? Fucking ridiculous.”

“Were you talking shit?” Johnny asked skeptically, tossing your clothes into his hamper before grabbing a water off the dresser and handing it to you. You accepted it gratefully as you gave him a knowing look. He made a face. “Yeah, I thought so.”

“Doesn’t give him a reason to take a cheap shot while I’m drinking a fucking beer! He made me look like a trashy douchebag!” You complained, motioning to your bruised eye and split lip. Good content for Jackass, but inconvenient for everyday life. “All I said was that if he kept whining like a fucking baby about ‘not getting a fair try’, then I was going to shove my foot so far up his ass that his intenstines would come out of his mouth.”

“Y/n.”

“I was being chill! I gave him three warnings!” You explained yourself, putting your hands up in defense as you spoke. Sure, you’d been known to swing on less, but tonight you had been in a good mood.

“I don’t like you getting in fights with grown fucking men. You need to call me when shit like that happens.” Johnny said sourly, clearly ignoring your very valid reasoning for instigating said fight. You shrugged.

“I can handle myself.” You knew that no matter how many times he asked, you wouldn’t call. You never did. You just liked taking shit and shoving it back down people’s throats. You looked down on girls who had their partners solve their problems for them. Johnny, very clearly, did not agree with these thoughts, and sighed in frustration at your words as he opened the covers for you and motioned for you to get under them.

“I’m well aware. I just don’t like when I can’t supervise.” Yeah. Because out of the two of you, you were the one that needed supervision. Tough talk for the man that started doing off-the-top-of-his-head stunts once he’d downed more than three shots of tequila. You crawled under the covers, letting him essentially tuck you into bed before he came around to the other side and slid in next to you.

“I’m so fucked up right now, babe. Can we just agree that it’s cool that I beat that guy up and go to bed?” You mumbled, clinging onto him tightly with your legs around his waist and your arms around his neck as soon as he was close enough to do so. He sighed against your hair, reaching back to turn off the light.

“Sure, babydoll. I’m proud that you beat the shit out of a grown man.” Johnny caved, pressing a kiss to the top of your head and then to your lips before pulling the comforter up and over the both of you. “You know you can’t ‘go out to dinner’ with Steve-O anymore though, right?”

You sighed in defeat. “Yeah, I know.”

#johnny knoxville #johnny knoxville x reader #steve o #jackass #jackass imagine #jackass movie #jackass mtv #this one is SO self indulgent omg

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