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[karajaynetoday]

nothing's going right, and everything's a mess, and no one likes to be alone | jack hughes

author's note: don't ask me how the university semester timeline in this works. i have simply given reader a three week break in march bc why not. this is fanfiction okay, anything can happen 😂 no one proofread this for me so soz for any typos!

word count: 3.4k words

warnings: none that i can think of? but lmk if i've missed anything. soz if the ending makes you mad LOL i do love a cliffhanger

read part one here

read part two here

(This is a fem reader insert)

More writing here (soz that the masterlist is not up to date lol) | send thoughts/feedback/suggestions here

Somehow, the ill feeling of waiting until summer to see Jack again began to fade with each passing day. The itch to text him every time something exciting or infuriating happened to you began to lessen. The thoughts of him when you saw a funny meme he’d like, or your shared favourite foods on special at the grocery store, quietly stopped happening as frequently. 

But then there were the things that didn’t stop. The sharp pain in your chest whenever Jack’s smiling face popped up on your social media feed. The butterflies in your stomach whenever your parents brought him up in conversation, fuelled by whatever the latest updates were from their group message thread with Jim and Ellen. The joy that would wash over you when you heard about a Devils win or a Jack Hughes goal, followed almost always by a wave of sadness that you were hearing about it second or third hand, rather than from Jack himself.

You were the one who’d asked for space. You needed time, you’d said. Given the blow up of All-Star weekend, all Jack was doing was respecting your wishes; but a huge part of you not so secretly wished he’d be a bit more disrespectful and reach out. Your mind was a mess of conflicting thoughts, and your heart wasn’t sure which emotion to feel or where to go next. 

Since kindergarten, you’d barely gone more than a few days without seeing or communicating with Jack in some way. Now you were nearly a month without a word, and even though you were still mad at how he’d treated you, you were craving a return to the friendship you’d become so accustomed to. Jack knew you better than anyone, could basically read your mind with a single look, and although you had plenty of friends at college and still around in Toronto from high school, none came close to the camaraderie you shared with Jack. He was someone you could talk to for hours, or sit next to in silence for the same amount of time, it didn’t matter. With Jack, you could be utterly and entirely yourself, no complications. Now it felt like you were always pretending. And it was exhausting.

It was about 9pm on a Thursday night when you found yourself pushing through that exhaustion to try and complete yet another university assignment. For motherfucking economics. You couldn’t wait until you’d completed all of your compulsory economics credits because it was the absolute opposite of your cup of tea, when it came to academic subjects. This assignment was your last one, and you weren’t sure whether to cheer or cry at the idea of hitting the submit button on the online portal. Maybe you should’ve bought a confetti cannon to celebrate. Or a box of wine. Or booked yourself a flight somewhere fun, given you had a break from classes soon.

As soon as the thought of a trip crossed your mind, your phone began to buzz with an incoming video call. A video call from… Luke. Luke Hughes. 

Your face scrunched in confusion, as you swiped to answer the call, met with Luke’s smiling face and messy curls. 

“Hey sunshine! Long time no see. How have you been?” Luke spoke cheerily. Almost too cheerily. 

You were immediately suspicious and narrowed your eyes at the youngest Hughes. 

Luke was 3 years old when you met for the first time; he could barely remember a life without you in it. Given how inseparable you and Jack were, Luke became your de facto little brother, always tagging along where he could and joining in your adventures. Later on, when he became a teenager, you were the one Luke would come to when he was having issues with his friends, or trying to build up the courage to ask out the cute girl in his math class, or missing his brothers when they moved away. You were his second call after Ellen when he felt homesick at Michigan, and you were his first call when he had fucked up something that he felt his brothers would never let him live down. Emotional support and damage control, with a healthy dose of teasing and laughs thrown in. That was the dynamic between you and Luke. It also meant you could read him to filth when he was lying to you, and your honesty radar was through the roof at this sudden video call.

“I’m fine, Moose. Just trying to wrap up my final assignment before the break without losing my entire mind.” You offered weakly, half-expecting Luke to make a joke about your mind having been lost years ago, but the joke never came.

Instead, you saw the concern flicker across Luke’s face, just for a moment, before he forced a smile.

“How long is your break for? Any plans?”

“Three weeks, and not really. I promised my mother I’d spend a few days helping her with planning for their anniversary party in June, but that probably won’t happen until right before I go back to school.” You chatted absently, hitting save on your essay and standing up from the couch, bringing your phone with you as you moved into the kitchen to make yourself a drink.

You propped the phone up against the vase on your kitchen bench, reaching up into the cabinet to retrieve a glass. 

“Well, you should come visit. We’ve got like 5 home games in a row or something ridiculous coming up. It’d be fun!” Luke’s tone was cheerful, but cautious, like he wasn’t sure how you were going to react. 

You hummed in response, moving slightly out of view of your phone to get some ice cubes from your freezer and a soda from the fridge. 

“Besides, I heard a rumour that you’ve got an airline voucher to use. I’d hate for it to expire or something.” 

You could feel your heart starting to beat faster. Luke knew about the voucher. Did that mean Jack had told him about your fight? 

“The voucher won’t expire for three years. I’m sure I’ll manage to use it before then.” You deadpanned, stepping back into frame to see Luke rolling his eyes at you. 

“Yeah, sure, but will I survive that long without seeing you? Absolutely not. Come on, sugar. Please? Even if it’s just a weekend?” Luke had moved into full begging mode, with puppy dog eyes and everything.

You sighed, fidgeting with the straw in your drink and avoiding his gaze. 

“I don’t… we haven’t talked at all, Luke. I don’t know what he’ll do if I just show up there.” You half-whispered, feeling that all-too-familiar wave of sadness coursing through your veins. 

“He talked about you tonight at dinner. Says he misses you. But he doesn’t want to push, or not give you the space you wanted. But right now, he’s on the couch watching Gossip Girl, so…” Luke stated matter-of-factly, staring you down with a knowing look on your face.

Gossip Girl was something you’d insisted Jack get into when you were teenagers, as long as he “wanted to be called your official best friend”. And The OC. And Gilmore Girls. And One Tree Hill. And basically any other teen drama series you could think of. Collectively, those shows had thousands of episodes, and you always found yourself settling down to watch them whenever you were missing Jack more than usual. You’d never realised before that he did the same.

“Should… should we tell him I’m coming? I don’t want him to get upset by a bad surprise.” 

“Not at all, sugar. Book the flight and send me the details, I’ll sort out the rest.” Luke’s beaming smile made a smile of your own creep onto your face, as you nodded at him and went to retrieve your laptop from the couch to log onto the airline website.

“Now that that’s sorted, I was wondering, what does it mean when a girl asks me what my sun, moon and rising are? Should I be worried? Or is it a good thing?”

– 

Two days later, you were done with your semester and on your way to the airport. Luke had suggested you book a one-way flight, “That way, you can go home whenever you like!”, but you were starting to feel like the whole thing was a mistake. 

Nonetheless, you pushed through those feelings and boarded your flight. The whole ordeal took less than two hours, and soon enough you found yourself navigating the arrivals area at Newark airport. You spotted Luke’s lanky figure, clad in a Michigan sweatshirt, with his back to you. You couldn’t help but creep up on him and poke his side, cracking up with laughter as Luke jumped at least three feet into the air. He’d always been the easiest to scare, ever since you were kids. 

Luke cussed you out, and then pulled you into a bone-crushing hug. 

“Missed your face, sugarplum.” Luke murmured, as you pulled away from each other and he rested his hands on your shoulders, studying you. 

“Aw, Lukey. I’d say I’d missed yours too, but we really gotta do something about that hair.” You poked your tongue out as the youngest Hughes brother’s jaw dropped in mock offense. 

You retrieved your bag from the luggage carousel, and headed out to where Luke had parked. The two of you fell into easy conversation as Luke navigated through the New Jersey streets back to the apartment he shared with Jack. 

You managed to bury most of the nerves, but they came bubbling back to the surface when Luke pulled into the parking garage at the bottom of his building.

“Is… um… Is Jack home? Alone?” You managed to squeak out, and Luke looked at you like you were crazy. 

Ever since All-Star weekend, you’d been having a recurring nightmare about Jack and the girl from the messages you’d accidentally become privy to. In particular, it was a scenario where you would come home from wherever you’d been out, and opened the apartment door to find them… entangled, on every possible surface you could think of. You felt yourself starting to feel ill as the images from your nightmares started to flash back into your mind. 

“He’s alone. Ever since… ever since he came home early from All-Star, he’s been alone. None of the… usual visitors have been over. And he hasn’t been going to theirs, either. Not even when we’re on a roadie.” Luke said carefully, and you could tell he was trying not to upset you.

You could also tell that he was being honest. Because you could always tell when he was lying. But your mind was running a million miles a minute. Jack hadn’t… for a month? Because of his fight with you? You loved Jack, but you also knew (despite wishing that you didn’t know at all) that it had been years since he’d gone that long without intimacy. In fact, it was probably the longest since losing his virginity that Jack hadn’t fulfilled his desires. 

Your mind was starting to wander into the gutter, and you pressed your eyes closed to bring yourself back to Earth. All you could do was nod at Luke, before you both hopped out of the car and into the elevator. Luke insisted on carrying your luggage, so you found yourself fidgeting incessantly with your hands as the elevator climbed to the correct floor. 

You trailed behind Luke as he strode towards the apartment door and unlocked it, stepping inside and putting your bag down. He looked back and waved you into the apartment, pressing a finger to his lips. You tiptoed across the doorway, and your heart softened at the scene before you. 

You could see the back of Jack’s head leaned up against the couch, and an episode of Gilmore Girls playing on the TV mounted on the wall. In fact, it was one of your favourite episodes; where Jess comes back and shows Rory the book he wrote, and calls her out for dropping out of Yale. You smiled ruefully as you thought about the parallels between that episode and your current situation with Jack, as the argument between Jess and Rory played out on the screen.  

What do you mean?

You know what I mean! I know you. I know you better than anyone! This isn't you!

… 

This isn't you! This! You going out with this jerk, with the Porsche! We made fun of guys like this!

You caught him on a bad night.

This isn't about him! Okay? Screw him! What's going on with you? This isn't you, Rory. You know it isn't. What's going on?

I don't know. I don't know…

“Are we Team Jess or Team Rory this time, Jacky?” Luke called out, making you jump. 

“Team Jess all the way, obviously. Where have you bee-” Jack stopped dead in his tracks as he turned to face his brother, and instead saw you in the middle of his living room.

Jack’s face was a revelation. Confusion, at first. Then the briefest flash of hurt and anguish. Then a smile. Then caution and uncertainty, as he slowly stepped towards you. 

You let a breath you hadn’t realised you were holding, and quickly moved across the room, clumsily throwing your arms around your best friend. You felt Jack freeze momentarily, almost as if he was shocked at your touch, but that soon passed and you felt his hands slide around your waist and squeeze, bringing your bodies as close together as possible. 

You nestled your head on Jack’s shoulder, breathing in his scent. His thumbs softly rubbed up and down your side, and you felt him press a soft kiss into your hair. You stayed like that for a minute, or maybe longer, relaxing into the embrace.

The sound of the apartment door slamming shut made you jolt, and you rolled your eyes as you realised that Luke had tried to sneak way unnoticed and failed miserably. 

“Hi.” Jack whispered, pulling back from you slightly but keeping his hands locked around you. 

“Hi.” You whispered back, reaching up to brush his hair out of his eyes. 

“Is it still shit hair? Or better now it’s longer?” Jack teased, rolling his tongue between his teeth.

“Better. But only slightly.” You teased back, your hands slipping down to the back of his neck comfortably. 

The warmth of the surprise arrival was starting to fade. The dread you’d felt over addressing your fight with Jack was starting to set in, fast. The guilt you felt for being the catalyst for over a month for not speaking to your best friend was washing over you. Your heart rate was through the roof, and your palms were beginning to sweat. 

Jack sensed your change in mood, and pulled away from you to look you up and down.

“Are you hungry? Do you want to shower? Or take a nap?” He was nervous, too.

“I ate before my flight. And showered this morning. And it’s 11am, so I think I’m good on the nap front. But I do think we should… we should talk. About everything.” You were basically tripping over your words at this point, but Jack’s reassuring nod helped to calm your nerves. 

Wordlessly, Jack took your hand and led you over to the couch, gesturing for you to sit. You sat down and faced him, crossing your legs and resting your hands on your knees, still fidgeting with your hoodie sleeves. 

“I’m sorry - “ You both said unanimously, a gentle laughter filling the room. 

“I’m sorry I needed so much time apart, J. It fucking sucked, and it was my fault, and I just didn’t -” You began to ramble, only stopping when Jack leaned over and squeezed your knee reassuringly.

“You only needed that time because I was an asshole, sugar. It’s on me, really. I had no right to treat you like an occasional friend, or something that I shouldn’t prioritise -” Jack paused as you cringed, remembering the text messages that referred to his time with you as “boring family bullshit”. 

“I was thinking with my dick, not with my head, and that’s not fair on anyone.” You shot Jack a weird look, and he looked sheepish in return.

“Quinn… Quinn said that to me. After you told him to tell me about the messages. He’s right, thought. It wasn’t fair.” Jack continued, pausing to take a deep breath. 

“This whole… thing, this life -” Jack gestured broadly at the apartment around you, and you glanced around properly for the first time. Framed jerseys of Luke and Jack’s adorned the walls.Various photos of the Hughes family scattered about the place. The fridge, with a gas bill stuck to it, along with a polaroid of you and Jack from last Christmas. And a photo from your senior prom. And a group photo of everyone from last summer at the lake house, Jack’s mouth open in laughter with his arm slung over your bikini-clad shoulders. 

“It’s all I thought I ever wanted. And it’s amazing, and I’m so grateful. But it’s worth nothing to me, the money, the girls -” You felt yourself involuntarily cringe again. “The fame, the accolades, it’s worth nothing to me without the people that I love by my side. And if those people don’t know how much I love and appreciate them, because I treat them like shit, then that’s on me. No one else. Me.” 

You sat quietly, taking in Jack’s emphatic statement. You weren’t quite sure what to say. So instead, you gently reached over and took Jack’s hand in yours, lacing your fingers through his and squeezing softly, for a moment while you gathered your thoughts.

“I know the life you live, Jack. You don’t have to be sorry for it. Playing hockey was all you ever dreamed of, and I honestly can’t blame you for… enjoying… all the perks it comes with.” You swallowed the wave of nausea that hit you, before continuing. 

“I don’t… I don’t know what life looks like without you in it. The last month was such a bizarre experience, and not one that I ever want to repeat, but I also… I need to… Can I be honest?” You spoke softly, glancing up from your hands to meet Jack’s gaze, and he nodded encouragingly at you. 

“I wasn’t just upset because you made me feel like I was inconveniencing you, or cock-blocking you -” It was Jack’s turn to cringe. “I think I was upset because I was jealous. Because that will never, ever be me. And I think… I think I want it to be? Maybe? Fuck, I don’t know!” You dropped Jack’s hand and stood up from the couch, and started to pace the room. 

“Sugar, please sit down.” Jack pleaded, and you paused, looking back at him on the couch. One look was all you needed, and you narrowed your eyes at the smirk on his dumb face. 

“Why are you smirking? I am experiencing emotional distress, you asshole.” You seethed, running your hands through your hair in frustration.

“Tell me more about this jealousy thing. I’m intrigued.” Jack’s tone was light and teasing, and washed over you like sour milk. Your head whipped in his direction and your face must’ve said a thousand words, because Jack’s smirk soon disappeared and he hurriedly stood up and walked over, reaching out to touch you. 

“See, this -” You jabbed a finger into Jack’s chest. “This is why I have avoided this conversation for almost my entire life. Because you think it’s hilarious that we could ever go down that path. That we could ever be something more than what we are. Because I’m not good enough,or pretty enough, or just enough and I never will be, and I hate it. I hate it so much.” Your voice cracked on the last few words, and you felt the hot tears start to bubble out of your eyes and stream down your face. 

Jack didn’t say a word. He didn’t have to. He pulled you into a hug, bringing his hand up to your face and gently brushing away the tears with his thumbs. 

“Breathe, sugar. You need to calm down.” Jack said quietly, willing you to calm. That just made you cry harder. 

You were about to pull away, when you felt Jack cup your face with both hands, before leaning in to kiss you. 

#jack hughes #jack hughes x reader #jack hughes imagine #jack hughes one shot #new jersey devils #luke hughes #luke hughes imagine #quinn hughes imagine #my writing #nhl fanfiction

[bluberryfields]

"David is very easy to fall in love with." - Michael Sheen

Hi. How are you? Good, I hope. Okay, so can we talk about just how fucking beautiful David Tennant is? And by “we” I mean “I” and by “talk” I mean “babble incoherently into the void”? Great! I’ll attempt to impose a bit of organization on this just to satisfy my pathological need to inflict structure on words (thanks college/job/brain), but I can’t promise much. Also, there will be A LOT of pictures and gifs. (you’re welcome?)

And this isn’t just because I am deep in the bottomless well of Good Omens fandom and that Crowley is basically the most breathtaking creature that has ever existed. Well, not just because of that.

*cue Aziraphale's "good lord" from 1793*

ANYWAY, like a lot of people, I became a fan of (i.e., fell deeply and irrevocably in love with) DT during his run as the 10th Doctor. He was young and bright and full of just about everything – joy, sorrow, wit – making him incredibly watchable. His look was also so charming: big bouncy rooster comb of hair, absurdly cheeky smile, expressive-as-fuck eyes and eyebrows, and a tall, lanky form that seemed to be made of rubber and the kind of granulated sugar that could only be found in candy from the 90s that are now banned in all first- and second-world countries.

So yeah, I was super into him and his Doctor’s adventures. And I continued to watch him in other projects and still swoon (looking at you, slutty Hamlet)

even at characters where that was not the desired reaction (fuck you, Kilgrave, you delicious monster).

I would also always become a bit (a lot) weak in the knees at his voice regardless of which accent he took on, though always preferring him doing any Scottish brogue because of fucking course.

Roll that tongue, you sexy beast.

But what I want to get into today is just how incredible he looks in the year of 2023.

He’s 52 years old and I am somehow even more attracted to him. Maybe it’s because I am myself older, and my tastes have matured alongside? I certainly do enjoy gray hair way more than I did 10 years ago.

He’s aged incredibly well, probably a combination of good genes and good health, and he’s clearly not clinging to the Hollywood idea of “youth”.

(insert obligatory grumble about the double standards of men being praised for aging and women being demonized…the potentially problematic nature of the term “aging well” in general…acknowledge this with my enlightened brain but ignore this with my slutty heart…fuck the patriarchy, etc. etc.)

He’s still tall and skinny, even gangly at times, all long arms and legs that can move in impossible directions with unfathomable grace.

His face is leaner, that incredible bone structure creating sharper edges that draw the eye. Speaking of the face, he’s got these creases on his forehead and at the corners of his eyes and mouth that are evidence of time spent well: smiling, laughing, living. Makes you want to trace your fingertips along each one.

Oh god that smile? Good lord. It’s weapons grade charm that can also be quite intimidating. Sweet, humble, silly, scary…full spectrum of options here! His shark smile is the definition of “irresistible” in my Dictionary of Delicious Dudes.

I am both proud of and grossed out by my own word choice.

Continuing with that face...the hawkish nose, the dimples you want to drown in, the big eyes, those motherfucking eyebrows...

I could seriously write a whole essay about those eyebrows, but I already give my therapist enough to worry about.

Oh those eyes. “Piercing” is a term usually reserved for blue eyes, but I would argue it applies to DT’s bottomless chocolate pools in that they slice through my heart every damn time.

Honorable mention does go to those Crowley snake eyes because they could have been distracting and diminishing to his overall look, but they absolutely are not.

Such a pretty shade of yellow.

Random tangent to swoon about his hands. For whatever reason, I like checking out a man’s hands, and DT’s got a set that drives me wild. I can’t even really explain why, but I just really like the way he articulates with them. Crowley is a perfect example, what with the miracle snaps, caressing globes, and holding whisky glasses. Yum.

Delicious demon digits

Fresh tangent: How does this fucker look good clean shaven, with stubble, and a goddamn beard? How is that allowed?

He's got a face that makes me wanna take up sculpting

Further, how is his fucking neck so hot? Like, seriously, show me the math. I can’t stop staring at it. And when it’s cloaked in a turtleneck? Please, sir, may I have some more?

Fuuuuuuuck

With no segue whatsoever, I am absolutely obsessed with his hair, across all contexts. Big, bold, blood-red Crowley coifs (especially in Season 2)? Check.

Proper gentleman side part? Check.

Side shave with cartoonishy springy 14th Doctor shock? Check.

Lockdown locks with and without headband? Check!

It’s a goddamn buffet of delicious options.

Oh damn speaking of that 14th Doctor look? Good fucking Christ on a buttery Ritz cracker. The whole DT collection is on display: the hair, the eyes, the bone structure, the smile, the clothes, and even the glasses!

To quote Pam on Archer, “I swear to god, you could drown a toddler in my panties right now! I mean, not that you would.”

Now that you (I) mention the clothes, I never cease to marvel at how he can wear pretty much anything and look amazing. Stripes, patterns, wild colors, etc. He just always looks…not exactly comfortable, but sort of at ease like the clothes were created with him in mind. And this goes across the spectrum of Casual to Costume to Promotional (e.g., interviews and premieres).

They are almost illegally cute together

We all know by now how ridiculously tight those Crowley pants are and how it influenced his signature serpentine swagger (thank you, Costume department, you’re the real heroes). That said, he and those slinky hips still looks so incredibly natural in them like they came from his actual closet.

Stupid sexy snek

And he pulls off the look of more ridiculous stuff like full Shakespearean costumes or that sad gray-hoodie-black-shorts-and-Wellington-boots combo from the first season of Staged. He somehow gives off the air of “whatever, they’re just clothes, man” while also looking like a damn model.

Georgia is a very lucky woman

Final thoughts: I know DT dislikes talking about how people think he’s so attractive because I’m sure it feels a bit icky if you just want to live your life and do your job. But my guy also clearly understands that he’s not some ghoul who has succeeded on incredible personality and acting chops alone. So, that said, maybe he'll forgive me for posting such a long, rambling, ode to him?

#david tennant #crowley #thank you for coming to my ted talk #really more of a david talk #i feel very normal about him #not at all feral or rabid #staged #doctor who #10th doctor #14th doctor #kilgrave #good omens gifs #good omens #good omens 2 #gif warning #slinky hips #crowley's hair is like a separate character #both an appreciation AND an objectification #Youtube #i just really like hands ok #they grow them differently in Scotland #he's got hands that I want to touch and be touched by

[samsaurwrites]

HAPPY 100 FOLLOWERS!!!! Slow Down (RK900 x Reader NSFW Oneshot)

A/N: hehehehe we're at 100 followers now so i thought—hey, let's celebrate by posting something ~ s p i c y ~

Slow Down (Nines x fem!Reader)

Nines is acting weird.

You decide to figure out why.

Tags: Deviant Upgraded Connor | RK900, Upgraded Connor | RK900 Is Bad at Feelings, Sex Pollen (but like a virus), idk don't question it too much, Smut, Shameless Smut, Dubious Consent, Vaginal Sex, Rough Sex, Overstimulation, Reader-Insert, No Y/N, Semi-Public Sex

Read here or on AO3.

Something about Nines has been… off since you left the crime scene together—a WR400, ripped to pieces, in the slums of Detroit; her joints wrenched apart, wires twisted and torn; components, dozens of them—broken, modified, scattered the floorboards of an old, rotting house; thirium, pooling underneath, splattering the walls in grotesquely abstract shapes and patterns.

It had been hard to look at.

You had suggested interfacing with her—it had seemed like a good idea, at the time. You figured maybe, if there was any latent information floating around in her CPU, maybe Nines could find it.

Maybe it would help you find who did this to her.

It could be the best lead you were going to get, you’d said. And he had agreed.

But maybe that had been a mistake.

You glance over at him from the passenger seat of your car, worrying the inside of your lip between your teeth as you scan his profile.

It’s dark—nearly midnight—but the intermittent light from the passing streetlamps is more than enough to see the tension in his shoulders, the way he sits ramrod straight, fingers digging into the surface of your steering wheel. It’s more than enough to see how his his brows furrow. How they’re knitted together into a deep scowl.

He stares ahead, ignores you even though you know he knows you’re watching him, watching the LED at his temple flicker a dull yellow, cycling around and around and around. You look back down at your hands, resting awkwardly on your lap. Take a moment to pick at the non-existent dirt underneath your nails.

The moment he’d touched her—artificial skin retracted, revealing smooth white plastic and unfeeling steel—he’d recoiled, like he’d been burned.

And he’s been acting so weird since.

You clear your throat. “Hey, uh, are you—”

“I’m fine, Detective,” he says. Snaps, really.

“Right,” you murmur, shifting in your seat. You turn your head to stare out the window. Lean your forehead against the glass and let out a quiet sigh, watching as Detroit slides by in gloomy twilight, blurred by rain that streaks across the window.

You try not to think too hard about the way he’d jerked away from you when you touched his shoulder; how he’d flinched when you handed him your keys and just barely brushed his open palm.

The rest of the drive passes in stiff silence, and by the time you make it back, the station is nearly deserted, with only a few bleary-eyed humans and a handful of androids wandering the premises.

Nines is careful not to touch you when he drops your keys back into your hand. Ignores the concerned look you give him and strides towards his desk. You follow, trail after him and sag down into the squeaky swivel chair at your desk.

You chance another glance over at him, across your connected desks. You lean forward on your elbows, watching his LED, a steady amber that flashes red when your gazes meet. Just as you open your mouth to speak, he stands.

“Excuse me,” he says, swallowing thickly.

And then he’s gone.

You chew at your bottom lip again, watch him leave the bullpen and turn down the hall that leads towards the server room. You let out a frustrated breath, pressing the heels of your hands into your eyes.

“Motherfucker,” you whisper under your breath.

The guilt gnawing at you starts to grow. It flowers in the empty spaces between your ribs—it sprouts tendrils that wrap around your lungs, thorns that dig into your thudding heart.

It had been your idea, after all.

Maybe you should go apologize.

You shake your head—you should just finish your paperwork and give the android some space, especially if he’s upset with you. You should just give up trying to understand the innerworkings of CyberLife’s most advanced prototype (he’s made it abundantly clear that you’ve failed at that particular endeavor so far). You should just mind your own goddamn business and go home.

But here you are. Standing up, pushing away from your desk to follow after him.

You shove your hands in your pockets as you round the corner. Try to act nonchalant as possible while you walk down the empty hallway and up to the server room door. It’s dark when you get there, which is—admittedly—a little odd, but you don’t think too hard about it, pushing inside before you lose your nerve.

It’s quiet. Really, really quiet. And real fucking cold, too.

You start walking down the center aisle, glancing up and down the rows of blinking servers as you pass them.

“Nines?” you call. “You in here?”

Something sends a shiver down your spine.

“I, uh… I know you said you’re okay,” you ramble, wandering over to a metal table hidden in the back corner of the room, playing idly with one of the spare cables coiled on top, “but I feel like you’re angry at me or something so—”

You’re pushed up against the wall, hard. Fast.

Panic seizes your throat. You fumble for the empty holster at your belt, then recognize the black and white jacket, the steely eyes glaring down into yours.

“Nines, what the fuck,” you hiss, planting your hands on his chest to push him off of you. “You scared the shit out of me.”

You shove as hard as you can, but he doesn’t move. Doesn’t even budge.

“…Nines?”

His shoulders are heaving. LED pulsing a bright, angry red. “You need to leave.”

His words are sharp, rough, and it sends a jolt of fear through you.

“Okay, sure, just—” your voice shakes. You start to notice the heat bleeding through the fabric of his uniform. “A-are you overheating or something?” you mutter. “You’re—”

You barely choke back a yelp as he grabs your jaw with one hand.

He stares down at you. Forces your head back until you can’t do anything but stare back at him, can’t do anything but bare your throat and melt in pools of molten silver. You blink—absolutely dumbstruck.

Your heart hammers inside your chest, so hard, so frantic, you’re afraid it might burst. Your face flushes—you know he can hear it, know he can feel it, the way your body responds to his—and suddenly, it’s way too fucking hot in here.

He leans down, keeps you against the wall with fingers that burn against your skin. You feel his breath ghosting across your skin, feel his other hand digging into your waist.

You don’t know what to do—don’t know what the fuck is happening.

He mouths at your collarbone and you jolt, fingers flexing in the soft fabric of his shirt. He dips his tongue into the hollow of your throat, traces its shape and hums as he catalogues the taste of your skin. The whimper falls from your mouth before you can stop it.

“Nines-”

And then he’s kissing you. Crushing his mouth to yours.

You struggle to keep up, pressed further into the wall by the intensity, the heat of him. He bites down on your lower lip, so fucking hard it breaks the skin and you taste blood—whimper and moan and let his tongue dip into your mouth and tangle with yours.

You wrap your arms around his neck, twist your fingers in his perfect hair and swallow down every perfect throaty groan he gives you. You arch your back. Press up into his torso, his hips, the hardness you feel against your stomach.

He grabs the backs of your thighs, lifts you up so you can wrap your legs around his waist, and kisses you harder, shoves his tongue so fucking far into your mouth you almost choke on it. He ruts against your clothed core, and the friction, the pressure against your clit—fuck—it makes your eyes roll back.

He carries you over to the metal table, drops you down onto its surface and manhandles you onto your stomach. Drags your pants—your underwear—down just far enough to expose your dripping sex.

“N-Nines!” you yelp, pushing up onto your elbows just to be shoved back down flat, his hand planted firmly between your shoulder blades. You hear him unbuckle his belt, hear him yank his zipper down. “Hold on—”

“Can’t—” he grunts, dragging the fat head of his cock up and down your folds. Your hear lurches, and your hips jerk backwards—you can’t help it.

He sinks into you fast. Filling you so suddenly, so full you feel it in your throat.

You cry out—the stretch, the burn—loud and long and broken off by the hand that clamps around your mouth. That pulls you back to meet his thrusts.

“Quiet,” he hisses. He grabs your hip with his other hand, shifts them so he can hit you deeper, so that he can hit that spongey spot inside you that has you weeping, begging him, muffled by his fingers, to give you more.

White-hot pleasure sears in your center, electric. It pulses harder, as his hips snap into yours, coils tighter with each drag of his head against your walls. You whimper and whine, thrust backwards because you want more—need it.

Your whole body tenses, then fucking shatters—clamping down around his cock.

He pounds into you, fucking relentless. Again and again and again. You splutter nonsense, tears rolling down your cheeks, seeping between his fingers. Begging for him to stop—to go harder. His hips stutter, and he groans, voice staticky and distorted and so fucking hot, pumping you full of his artificial release.

Before you can even begin to catch your breath, before you can really register that he’s let go of your mouth, he flips you over onto your back. Yanks your pants off entirely and grabs your legs, pressing them back flat against the table by the backs of your knees—wide fucking open.

“Fuck, N-Nines,” you whimper, hands splayed out against his abdomen. “Slow down, I-I can’t—”

He drives into you again before you can say anything else. Kisses you deep. Hard. Sucks your tongue into his mouth while he fucks you into the table. Swallows the needy moans, the pathetic, broken whimpers that fall from your mouth.

The stretch. The drag. It’s too much. The way he holds you down. The way he makes you take it. The way pleasure—exhilarating, excruciating—builds and builds and builds; the way it crashes into you and you see white.

He’s filling you again. Painting your insides. Fucking the cum that leaks out back into your abused hole, rolling his hips up into yours. You push on his chest, thrash and writhe underneath him.

He pulls out, pumping into his fist, and cums again—splattering your stomach in artificial release.

The room descends into a fragile stillness. You lay, staring at the ceiling, panting. 

“Are you alright, Detective?” he asks eventually, and you manage a weak nod.

“I…” he trails off, tucking himself back into his jeans and righting his jacket. “I apologize, Detective. The interface with the Traci… It… Something happened.”

“Mm?”

He clears his throat. “However, that seems to have… Have cleared the error from my systems.”

“Oh, okay,” you say, nodding again. “Just, uh… Just let me know if you ever need to defrag your hard drive or… or empty your junk mail or something. I’d be, ya know… willing to help out.”

He shoots you an unappreciative glare.

“You should get dressed,” he says.

“Yeah, yeah I will,” you say. “I just need a second. Can’t really feel my legs yet.”

He looks away, but you can feel the smug look on his face.

You can’t really find it in yourself to care though.

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𝚐𝚞𝚒𝚝𝚊𝚛 𝚝𝚑𝚒𝚗𝚐

🎸Thomas × reader

NSFW🚨 nasty & fun sexytimes

Thomas Raggi/female reader insert

° you buy your boyfriend the guitar of his dreams, & there is only one appropriate way for him to thank you for the gift

wordcount::::       2,524

° anon request:  can we have female mc riding thomas' guitar? i heard a rumour that thomas bought a gibson and oml those guitars are hot asf  [ask& it shall be given- requests are open! but commissions get priority, there are currently 3 fics in cue, secure your own spot in my priority list here] this idea quickly got me thinking& i started playing around with it instead of sleeping. shoutout to kat @mistressofthecats-blog for naming the guitar

° using this guitar as inspo

You were lying in bed as you awaited your boyfriend’s return home. You were naked as you did so, which wasn’t very unusual.

The unusual element came from what you were sharing the bed with, hiding the object under the covers as you keenly anticipated Thomas coming into the bedroom. 

You finally heard his key in the lock. Recording time with the band had gone much longer than expected, but now he was back and you lifted your head from the pillow, unable to keep yourself from perking up - as if it had been weeks of him being away on the road, as opposed to an extended studio session. You ran your fingers over the perfectly smooth edges of the object, giddy at the thought of how he might react to this surprise.

"I'm in here, angel." You called out.

"Bedtime already?" His voice got louder as he approached the room where you lie, as excited as if it were Christmas morning. He came into view and your heart lifted, had you forgotten how cute he looked leaving the house in those skinny jeans? You licked your lips, smiling as you noticed how most of the buttons on his shirt were open, this instantly brought to mind ideas of kissing him all over this flesh. But why did his shirt need to be so open to record music?

He took in the scene on his bed, smiling at the sight of your bare shoulders and décolletage. But then he got sight of the long lump alongside you, his brow furrowing as he tried to figure out what this strange shape could be. You were a little surprised that he didn't recognise it straight away, this should be the most familiar shape in the world to him.

"What have you got under there, what are you cuddling with?" He asked, pausing to look at what was taking up room on his side of the bed.

You giggled, rolling onto your side. "Not cuddling, just waiting to introduce you."

"Introduce…?" He trailed off as you reached over, starting to lift the covers. "Holy fuck."

The brand new electric guitar rendered him speechless - his mouth hanging open as his whole face lit up. You didn't mind that he wasn't paying any attention to the fact that you were naked, the metallic-cyan guitar was very impressive after all. He was in awe of the instrument, slowly bending down to touch it.

"Holy fuckin-... A Gibson?" He noticed the brand name engraved into the silver bridge. "You got me a motherfucking Gibson?"

You couldn't stop smiling as you watched him pick the guitar up. "That's the one you wanted, right? The one you showed me online and said you would call it Halen?"

"It is." He said, slowly appreciating the two separate points at the top of the body, which mimicked the shape of horns. He moved his fingers over these, his eyes sparkling. "I can't believe you- you didn't have to- this is- holy fuck…"

"You said that already, like, twice." You teased.

He clumsily sank down, sitting on the mattress. "Because look at it, this is holy fuck and you can't convince me it's not. It's not my birth…day… it's… what did I do to deserve this beauty?"

You sat up, pushing his unkempt hair back from covering his face. "You're you, that's all you need to do to deserve the best, most fabulous things in life."

"Thank you." He looked at you with his wide smile. "I really don't know how to tell you how much I love it and appreciate it."

"I'm so glad." You said. "And I'm naked because… well, you know, that's how they advertise stuff like this. Sex sells. And I didn't want this thing upstaging me in the sexy department."

He rolled his eyes. "And that's the only reason why you're naked, there is no other kinky little agenda running through your mind. 'Cause you've been at home alone all day and now that I'm here, it's got you feeling some type of way…"

"I'm sure that I don't know what you're talking about." You said.

He placed his fingers under your chin, drawing you in for a kiss. "Nothing could upstage you when it comes to sexiness."

"You really think so, have you seen this guitar? It's the sexiest guitar I've ever seen."

"Should I leave you and the guitar alone, 'cause I'm picking up on a vibe here." He said. "Are you, like, turned on by it?"

"Why do you gotta make it weird?" You asked. "I'm not sexually attracted to an object, okay? But what I am sexually attracted to is you, angel. I'm attracted to you, these magical fingers…" You linked your fingers with his, squeezing them before bringing the back of his hand to your lips. "And do you know what I'm crazy attracted to? Your talent, that's what gets me turned on and the guitar is an extension of that."

"It's a fucking awesome guitar, that's for sure and it looks amazing on your naked body." He said, extending the instrument out and placing it on your lap. "You turn me on, not it. Maybe if you got some pussy on it, then it could turn me on."

You smiled as you changed how you were sitting, wrapping your hands around the guitar's neck. "If that's what you want…"

"I was joking. Baby, I was joking."

You turned the guitar around so that it was on its side, between your legs. "Were you? Because I'm not joking…" You pressed the smooth edge of the body into your crotch. "I am very much not joking."

His eyes grew wide and he looked down to where you were defiling his brand new guitar, beginning to spread your moisture onto the shiny finish. You rolled your hips forward, feeling the pressure against your pussy. You let your folds part, the sturdy curve going between your labia majora.

You snagged your bottom lip between your teeth and rocked against the guitar again. You gripped it tight enough to turn your knuckles white as you rolled again, figuring out how to make this work for you - it was an unusual route to stimulation, but you were beginning to feel tingles that added to your already-established arousal.

"Oh my God baby, you're doing it, you're actually doing it." He said, his mouth hanging open. "You're riding the guitar. I can't believe it…"

"You can tell me to stop." You offered in a quiet voice. "I'll stop if you don't want-"

"No, no, you look really fucking good, so you should…" He cleared his throat, his cheeks bright as his eyes briefly flashed up to your face. "If it's comfortable for you, only if it's comfortable… is it good for you? Because it looks- looks like it's good for you."

"Uh-huh, I like it. I just wish my mouth wasn't empty." You said, fluttering your eyelashes at him.

He smiled and scooted in closer to where you sat. He raised his index and middle fingers up to your face, following the natural curve of your bottom lip. You pushed your tongue out, running it along the tips of his fingers as you kept rocking on the guitar. He placed his fingers into your mouth, letting you suck on them. 

You could feel your moisture spreading across the guitar. You were starting to find your pacing, maybe you could keep going with this rubbing - the more that you did, the better it started to feel, even if you were certain this wouldn’t lead to an orgasm.

He stroked his fingers along your tongue as you sucked. "God, you are so ridiculously sexy."

"Get your shirt off." You said around his fingers, grabbing for the half-undone shirt. "I wanna see that body, give me some inspiration…"

He put both hands to his shirt, immediately rushing to open the last of his buttons. "Fuck, I've got plenty of inspiration for you…" His hands were moving so fast on his belt that they were almost a blur. "Right here, so much inspiration."

You leaned forward, still working your hips. You opened your mouth and applied your teeth to his protruding collarbone. This brought a growl out of him and you kept your teeth here. Sparks were flying in the air between the two of you as he readjusted, getting his jeans down.

"You're so feral…" He said as you sucked on his skin, prepared to leave marks. "All because of a guitar."

Now it was your turn to growl, rolling your eyes. "Forget about the guitar…" You grabbed the top of the instruments' body, pulling it out from between your legs. You could smell the tang of your cum as you moved it aside, setting it carefully down on the ground. 

"If you wanna really see feral." You said, putting your palms to his chest and pushing, until he was flat on his back. "I'm gonna show you feral…"

You reached across to the bedside draws as he wriggled the rest of the way out of his pants and underwear. You pulled out and unwrapped a condom. You placed yourself on top of him, straddling his hips. His lips were parted and he appeared to be holding his breath as you steadied his boner by placing your hand around the shaft. His eyes were fixed on you, watching with rapt attention as you placed the latex over the swollen head of his dick. You rolled it down, covering his length.

He put his hands on your hips, easing you down to sit firmly on his lap. "Even on the best gig of my life, I could never make this guitar sound as amazing as I'm about to make you sound." 

You smiled and tensed your thighs, seeking to line the crown of his dick up with your sensitive entrance. You bit into your lip, both of you holding your breath as you started to sink down onto his shaft. You watched his eyes flutter shut, his fingers gripping your hips tighter and you took more of him between your walls.

You threw your head back, whimpering as you felt the stretch of him going deeper. "Oh, angel…"

With your knees braced on the bed, you started to rock your hips forward. He let out a breathy moan, slowly raising his hips to meet yours. He kept his hands on your hips, using this to guide you into a sensual tempo.

You rode the increasing waves of pleasure. The sensations were going so much deeper than before, your chest swelling up with excitement.

You leaned forward, creating more friction between the two of you as more of your body rubbed against his. His eyes slowly opened, a small smile on his face as he watched you. 

You planted your hands down on the bed, gripping the sheets on either side of his head as you moved quicker. The air between the two of you was electric, making you giddy, even before your lips met. 

You sank down into all of these sensations, your bottom lip slipping in between both of his. He was pushing his hips up more, his tip pressing deeper into you as your rhythm continued to quicken.

He pumped into you harder, stirring a whine from the back of your throat. You put a hand up into his hair, winding some of the strands around your fingers. You tightened your hand into a fist, giving his hair a little tug. You were rewarded by hearing him moan and you kept your hand here.

Your hips stuttered in response to the unrelenting nature of his bucking, your body filled with so much warmth and yearning. 

Your ecstatic movements couldn't quite match up with how he was working you over, not now that you were facing such a threat to your composure. You couldn't hold yourself back, you were too excited to possess any elegance.

"Ah, mmn…" His mouth left yours, his needy vocalisations making your inner-walls spasm. "Ah!" He was getting louder, the endless grinding of your bodies unlocking a different side of him.

You moved your lips across his skin, kissing a trail down from his lower lip onto his chin. Then you pressed kisses across his throat, where the cords of his neck were more pronounced. 

You whimpered against his skin as you kept pushing against his thrusts, feeling that release getting closer. It felt like you were rushing, your teeth returning to his collarbone as your shivering grew more powerful, taking over more of your body. You were ready to be a desperate mess for him.

"Oh, fuck…" He rasped over your muffled noises. "I'm gonna- yes… I'm so fuckin' close… do you wan'- do you need to catch your breath, or- or…?"

You felt too weak to raise your head. "Uh-uh, I wanna- 'cause I'm really close and I wanna- fuck angel, I wanna come for you." You tilted your hips, each collision between the two of you having a grander impact as both your bodies kept going, kept contributing to the merciless rhythm. "Fuck, fuck. I'm gonna- I'm almost…"

You hit a new octave, your mind going blank when you felt him find the perfect angle, his cock gliding right up to your g-spot. He consistently jolted into it, his passion so overpowering that it took all of your effort to hold on. Your cunt stretched around him, the sounds of your bodies striking together accompanied by a near-constant stream of moans from each of you.

"Oh, yes." You could see bursts of light behind your eyelids as you pounded all of your body weight onto him.

"Come for me, come for- ah, mmn, yes." He growled, an arm around your waist to keep you close for his continued rutting into you.

Your jaw dropped open as you were flooded, these stimulations inside your needy pussy finally reaching the peak. You started to convulse, falling out of his tempo.

"Mn, mnn, mn…" His last few thrusts were marked by his grunts of effort, breathless until he started to dissolve into pleasure.

You let your body go limp, resting your cheek on his chest as you started to come down. His arms loosely wrapped around you and he was still inside of you. Your bodies remained connected, no words necessary as you both basked in this afterglow, slowly catching your breath again.

You moved over to lie beside him, unable to keep yourself from placing some chaste kisses on his face. He smiled a little, but kept his eyes shut. You felt the tingles still radiating through your body as you absent-mindedly ran your fingers through his hair, which had become thoroughly mussed during his exertions. 

“Holy fuck…” He whispered, showing his first signs of coming back to reality.

You giggled. “I agree. I should buy you more guitars, you need more, right?”

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6. “Please don’t kill him.” “Nah, I just wanna talk.” - Coco Cruz

Summary: Your ex Coco thinks that your new guy isn’t treating you right, but things aren’t always as they seem.

Pairing: Coco Cruz x female reader 

Warnings: Implication of abuse but its not, I promise, it’s a plot twist. 

Word count: 772

A/N: When I tell y’all I loved writing this, I mean it  😂 

“What are you doing here?”

You blinked as you looked at Coco, not having expected to see the sniper on your doorstep. Sure, you had heard the bike, but you had figured it was EZ or Angel, maybe even Taza being a sweetheart and stopping by for coffee and a chat like he had done last month. The last Mayan you had expected to see was your ex-boyfriend Coco. You hadn’t seen him in nearly four months now, and you weren’t able to hide the shock nor the nostalgic sadness from your face. Coco didn’t seem to mind though, thinly veiled rage in his eyes as he gently pushed his way past you and into your house as if he still lived there.

“Coco!”

He ignored your incredulous exclamation and closed the door behind him, looking around your home.

“Is he here?”

To say you were confused would have been an understatement.

“Is who here??”

“That motherfucker you were at the store with yesterday. The one Angel saw yank your arm when you were taking too long at the deli.”

You shook your head in disbelief, hands pushing against the Mayans chest as you kept trying to scope out your home.

“Coco, slow down. What-what are you even talking about?”

He stopped for a moment and slowly looked down at your hands as they laid on his chest, his shoulders losing some of their tension at the touch he had missed. You looked down as well and then pulled them away, not missing the wince on Coco’s part. His eyes landed back on yours and he explained tightly.

“Angel was at the store yesterday, same time as you. Said he saw you there with some guy, and that he was rushing you to leave. When you took too long, Angel said he saw him pull you away all rough and shit. Said he was gonna fuck him up right there but decided he would let me do it.”

Coco held his arms out to the side then.

“So I’m here. I don’t give a fuck if you’re my ex; no ones gonna put their hands on you like that. I know we both agreed to split but promised I wouldn’t ever let anyone hurt you and I meant that shit. I’ll fuckin’ kill him. So where’s he at?”

In the time it took to explain it, Coco’s anger had resurfaced, and he was trying to go further into your house now, on a mission to find the man who thought he could get aggressive with you. Your hands were back on his chest once more, holding him back. Just like the first time, it stopped him in his tracks, and it embarrassed him how the simple touch made his heart hurt.

“Coco, stop.”

Looking back at you, he found you looking just as confused until the lightbulb went off.  

“I don’t have a boyfriend. I haven’t been with anyone since we split up. At the store? The guy Angel saw me with? That was my cousin.”

Coco’s eyebrows furrowed in confusion and you shook your head, already having figured out the oldest Reyes brother’s plan now.

“Angel has met my cousin. He knows what he looks like. He’s seen him plenty of times before. He just…must’ve told you that to get you to come here.”

Coco could feel his cheeks starting to heat up then and he looked down at the floor, that anger from before now switching toward Angel in his mind.

“So…so you’re ok? No one’s being mean to you or anything?”

You chuckled softly and shook your head, body relaxed now.

“I’m fine. No one’s being mean to me. My cousin was just hangry and wanted to get lunch but there were still like 6 people in front of me at the deli, so he wanted to go. That’s it. No one’s doing anything to me. I promise.”

Coco nodded and then let his own shoulders relax. Ex or not, he was always going to look out for you, and that was something you appreciated. Looking over at the clock, you saw it was nearly dinner time and motioned into the kitchen with your thumb, extending the offer.

“You…wanna stay and eat with me?”

Coco nodded, the first ghost of a smile coming to his lips.

“Yeah. I’ll stay. I’ll stop by Angel’s place after.”

You laughed and shook your head, knowing his best friend was in for it after pulling this move.

“Please don’t kill him.”

Coco shook his head and pursed his lips the way he always did when he was lying.

“Nah, I just wanna talk.”

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[jessicarosequinzelfleck]

Hey may I get a matchup for hazbin hotel/helluva boss?

I’m a 23 year old queer, autistic, indigenous, two spirit who prefers males and goes by they/them and xe/xem pronouns.

I’m 5 ‘7 ft, have brown eyes, wavy brown hair, and tan skin. My face is heart shaped with acorn shaped eyes, a curvy, hourglass figure with stretch marks on my chest, hips, and belly from growth spurts/weight gain (I fondly call them my ‘lightning strikes’).

I like:

Drawing

Swimming

Sewing

The Colours Magenta, Yellow, and Cyan

Writing

Playing Video games

Cats

Robots/Aliens/Monsters

Video Essays

Baking

Dancing

I love:

READING!!! Omigosh I love to read! I can demolish a book in a week, I just love language arts.

LEARNING!!!!1!! I’m always on the lookout for new knowledge and experiences to apply in my daily life

I’m an aspiring illustrator/graphic designer/comic creator.

Personalitywise: I’m adept, intelligent, thoughtful, imaginative, creative, compassionate, and intuitive, though a little blunt and dopey.

I’m schizoaffective but have found the right cocktail of meds that allow me to function and have a good quality of life. That being said I’m not keen of being taken advantage of or manipulated and will end that shit real quick. I’m a tough cookie with a sharp tongue and I won’t hesitate to slay a bitch if need be.

I’m really attentive and warm with my friends, always finding ways to make them laugh without meaning to (I’m told it’s endearing), and encourage conversation and fun.

I’m always excited to infodump my latest hyperfixation and just as eagerly listen to others do the same. I show them all my self inserts, OCs, and writing.

With my partners (platonic, alterous, and otherwise), communication and quality time is everything! I love giving them little gifts and plan fun things to do together.

I’m also a sucker for interesting conversation.

Thank you for taking the time to read this, I can’t wait to see my matchup🌈🐞

Hazbin Hotel:

Idk why but I get the feeling you would love Angel Dust. He's a fucking Chaotic ass motherfucker. Like for real 😂

Imagine this:

Y'all met by accident. You minding your own business, him not so much. Him butting into your conversation and your just like "uh excuse you mind your business"

That's how it started. You end up seeing him everywhere from then on. You didn't even know who he was till you started seeing him on the 666 news, posters, magazines etc. And then you bump into him again. Still as nosey as before.

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Angel: "hey aren't ya the person I ran into the other day?"

You: "No I'm the Genie from Aladdin and I'm here to grant you 3 wishes"

Angel: "Was that sarcasm?"

You: 'dumb, dumb as hell'

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Now how your relationship started off as was like a an enemies to lovers kind of thing. He annoyed you, you annoyed him. And the sarcasm turned to talking which turned to flirting. Enemies, to friends, to lovers kind of deal.

Helluva Boss:

Kind of the same with Angel Dust both Chaotic af.

Y'all met through Loona (I canon that y'all would be the best of friends that are like siblings. Love hate sibling rivalry.) She brought you to Imp to show you where she works and that's how Blitzo met you. Y'all (just like Angel) didn't like each other at all when you first met. The moment you walk into Imp to visit Loona you saw Blitzo and was like

Blitzo was just so confused.

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Blitzo: "oh did you miss us?"

You: "no."

Blitzo: "rude"

You:

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Honestly I can see this from being enemies to fuck buddies to lovers. One day you were insulting and being mean to each other, next y'all were making out then boom lovers.

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Loona: "oh God my best friend is now my parent"

Blitzo: "seems that way huh?"

You: "your right I am your parent now"

Loona:

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[aquanova99]

Hi lovely,can I request a headcanon with the Egyptian coven telling their mates they love them for the first time ?tysm!!!

Omg of course you can! 😭😭😭 this is up there for cutest requests everrrr

I wonder if you can tell who my fave is 🤣

Amun

When he first met you he did his best to not scare you off because let’s be real he was ready to steal you away and turn you the second he his eyes on you

He didn’t because the last thing he wants is for you to resent him

You were immediately drawn to him

When he took you out at night he always offered his arm and you’d often walk linked together

The first night he took you to walk by these gardens that was beautiful even at night, you had been laughing and when you looked up at him he couldn’t help himself and he gave you a quick kiss

He knew from then he was in love from then but he’s stubborn so after you turned away (smiling and definitely blushing thank god he can’t see it, you wouldn’t find out he heard your heart rate increase until later) he walks with you a little further until you reach a fountain

As you are about to let go of his hand to look at he pulls you back and kisses you much more deeply, leaving you quite breathless btw 😮‍💨

It didn’t take more than a few days to tell you about who and what he was

When you accepted his lifestyle that was it, it was when he admitted to himself he was absolutely in love with you and not only that but he was never going to leave you or hurt you in any way if he could help it

After about a month he visited your home and you guys put on a movie and are cuddling late at night when he rests his had on his hand and looks down at you and he asks if he can tell you something

You says of course (duh) and he suddenly gets super nervous because it’s only been a month and what if you don’t feel the same way. He literally almost doesn’t say it, but after some prying from you he looks away and “I love you.” Quietly leaves his lips

You’re a cheeky shit and either way “I know I love you too.” Or “finally!” And pull him down to for a kiss

Kebi

Kebi was not ready for you to come in her life

Not like you specifically but after being alone so long she kinda froze because how could she even approach you but she blabbed the secret immediately because she didn’t know what else to do

She is the complete opposite of Amun she takes her timeeeee to say the three words like a painfully long time

She isn’t that shy most of the time but you make her lose her composure and she doesn’t know what to do with that

She really would rather you say it honestly which you kinda start to because at this point you are basically roommates so like six months because Benjamin tells her to stop being ridiculous and tell you

But she just asks you to come to Egypt

One day your are relaxing and destressing and Kebi comes to keep you company as you (insert favorite hobby here, I’m gonna say color)

Benjamin has been teasing you for a hot minute so at this point you need to know why Kebi won’t say anything to you

But you really want to figure out what’s she’s feeling because at this point your unsure and you play dirty so you ask her if you can go back home and her eyes go wide

And she asks why and you say that you love living with her but you don’t know why she wants you around because she doesn’t seem to want to be near you even when she’s in the same room

She’s is genuinely stunned like she had no idea you didn’t know her feelings about you and she just starts stuttering “well… you know..I just—I”

She shakes her head and slams her lips onto yours and blurts it out before you have a chance to process what’s happening

Benjamin

This smooth sassy motherfucker

All it takes is the day you meet before he realizes he’s in love with you tell you that day

The words come so easily for him, out of the four he says it the quickest

He has basically hung out with you every second since you met

He has taken you on date nights and stayed in to have movie nights, picnic under the stars you name it

One night about one and a half two weeks in the two of you are having game night (board game, video game your choice) and you happen to make a comment about how much fun you had because you love playing this game it’s your favorite

Benjamin comes in with the “That’s funny because I love you, you’re my favorite.”

It literally leaves you speechless and this guy just smirks and brings your face closer to him so he can kiss make out with you

Tia

Bitch look at her she’s stunninggggg

Anyways Tia is easily the shyest member of the coven but when you surprise her she makes it clear that she’s interested

You still have to take the initiative though, so while she may have taken the first step to talk to you, you’re going to have to ask her out

Tia was forced to be married in her human life so she’s not going to say until she’s 1038484727% positive she is in love with you and it isn’t just the mate bond

Loves holding your hand and following where you go and gives you really soft kisses

One day she’s playing with your hair and singing in the most beautiful voice ever, which she’s never done because while she used to like it as a human she doesn’t have the best memory of singing. She doesn’t even realize she’s doing it

So the whole coven hears and is basically waiting outside the door because if Tia is that comfortable then she has to be about to say it

Benjamin kinda messes it up because he whispers for her to just say it, way too quietly for you but Tia stops midway through a braid she doing because she finally catches what she was doing

When she goes quiet you ask her what’s wrong and she just shakes her head and snaps herself out of what she was thinking and tries to tell you it was nothing

You know she’s lying but in trying to change the subject you tell her that you enjoyed her singing because it was lovely

This rattles her again and she excuses herself from the room (the rest of the coven begins scattering btw)

When she comes back later that night she asks you if you are ready to be turned

It’s only been a few months but no one wants to risk it or push it out for much longer, Tias never brought it up though so you know something is really really bothering her

You also have no idea why she’s acting like this

But you say yes whenever she’s ready and a few days later before she is about to bite you she stands in front of “you know I love you, right?”

Yeah you’d hope so, you laugh, you didn’t even realize neither of you had actually said the words because in your mind you both definitely showed how much you loved eachother with how you acted towards one another

You say obviously you love her back and she starts giving you a lot of very sensual kisses leading down to your neck before she bites you for the transformation

Pretty top last memory 😅

#aquas asks #egyptian coven imagine #egyptian coven

[vannybarber]

Prank Backfired

Summary: This idiot plays too much.

Christopher Jamal Evans x Black Reader

Warnings: cursing, weaponry, mentions of cheating, threats of christopher jamal evans' life.

Chris, the most mischievous man you know, decided to upgrade that status and play a prank on you. A stupid one might you add.

You walk through the door after a long day of work. Even though you loved what you did and it paid amazing money, it could drain the hell out of you. You set everything down and kick off your shoes in the hall, heading towards the couch and plopping down.

Chris comes through into the living room and identically plops down beside you. You slackly move over to kiss him.

"Hey bubba", you say, but before you could reach his lips, he quickly leans back with a hardened look on his face. Confused you lean back as well.

"Chris, what's wrong?" He takes a deep breath, which does not help your racing heartbeat whatsoever, and starts talking.

"I'm just gonna be straight with it. I've been seeing this girl, well sleeping with her, for a few weeks now."

If looks could kill, you'd be sentenced life without parole for murder in the first, second and third degree. But hearing his words had you feeling all types of emotions. Angry, hurt, confused, flabbergasted, scared even, just to name a few.

"It was eating me up inside and I just had to come out and say it. I couldn't hold it from you anymore." He was fiddling with his hands and not even looking at you. It was quite strange because if he had something important to tell you, he would always look you in the eye.

"Who is she? Do I know her?" Your leg is bouncing and you're cracking your knuckles trying to hold it together.

"It was that waitress from Durty Nelly's on Blackstone. When you went to the bathroom, she slipped me her number."

"That bleach blonde, trailer-park trash, cousin-fucking tramp with those ugly cut out shorts and uneven boobs?" Oh there was no way in hell he cheated on you with that. Something was up.

But then you remembered. You never went to that bathroom because ew. You were considering it and you got up only to make 2 steps before sitting back down. And that girl was 2 booths down from y'all. There was no way she 'slipped him her number'. This motherfucker was lying.

"Yep.." he bites both lips. "That's her. Look babe, I'm sorry. I truly am. I don't know what I was doing. You know I have a habit on hopping from one thing to another." The fucking nerve of this fool. He finally looks at you and he honestly deserves all his success because he's really pulling this prank off.

"Well, I don't really have anything to say to you right now. I'm just gonna get my shit and go. You cheat on me with the literal definition of vile and expect me to forgive you like that? I mean out of all the people in this world, Christopher."

Still playing into his prank, you get up and walk towards the bedroom. He follows suite, totally thinking he's the shit pulling one on you, but things were about to get interesting. You turn into the bedroom going straight for the closet.

"Listen Y/N, I don't want to lose you okay? I just can't seem to let go of her. She's addicting, if I'm being honest." You just shake your head and chuckle. If you didn't know this was a prank, he'd probably be in intensive care right now.

"Baby boy, that is fine. You don't gotta worry about me anymore."

You move around his duffle bag and your never ending boxes of shoes until you find the one box you're looking for. You pull out the Yatch Club Vans box and set it on the island in the closet.

"You know, I don't know how you could cheat on me. I mean, besides the fact that I'm literally the best person over, look at me. Look at this fine black queenyou got standing infront of you. This shape is unique and very much rare. It don't get no better than this, honey. That's a fact."

You open the box and stare at your Glock 19. Yes, you had a gun. No, he didn't know about it. But he was about to find out now. You pull it out and insert the magazine. In the process, you hear Chris very audibly gasp and you smirk to yourself.

"Y/N Y/MN Y/LN! What the hell are you doing with a gun?" He absentmindedly backs up out of fear, for you were a very unpredictable person that it was actually scary.

"At first it was just for safety. I learned how to use it and everything. But since my mans wants to go out and have an affair, don't you think we should end it with something for you to truly remember me by?" By the time you're done talking, the gun is loaded and ready to be used. Only you had it on safety, of course.

"Babe listen calm down. For real Y/N. Look okay I was just joking. It's-it's just a prank. I didn't cheat I swear!" He has his hands up like he's surrendering, but pushing you away. Probably because you have the gun pointing to him. Gosh, this was so fun.

"Yeah sure it is. You can't even lie right. Well, one of us isn't making it out alive and I'm sure it's the one without the gun." You evilly smile and move closer to him. You lowkey feel really bad because your puppy is legitimately scared out of his little mind.

"Baby please listen to me. I was just joking! I would never cheat on you. I mean look at you. Why would I want that walking Pacific Ocean when I have you? I would never hurt you like that. You gotta believe me. I promise, just put the gun down please."

You tried to hold on for a few more minutes, but he was near tears and it tugged at your soft heart. You lower the gun and take it back apart.

"That didn't feel so good did it? I knew it was a prank. I just wanted to get you back." You close the box and put it back in it's place. You turn to him with your hands on your hips.

"Y/N, that wasn't funny. Why would you do that?" He moves closer to you, now angry. But oh well.

"That feeling that you had in your chest, that anxiety and fear. That's what I was feeling when you told me you cheated. You know I have trust issues and that wasn't funny at all. I wanted you to feel the same way. Maybe I went too far, but it's a done deal now."

You brush past him and back into the room. When you get into it, he is right behind you and grabbing your arm.

"I'm honestly sorry okay. I was just messing around and I wasn't being considerate of your feelings. I didn't think it would affect you like this. I didn't mean to put you in that position." You smile at his apology, knowing he was truly sorry.

"I will admit, I went a little overboard, knowing full well it was a prank from the start. You're a smart man. You know what you got right here." You trail your hands down your body playfully and pose. He giggles and wraps his large biceps around you.

"I won't do this again. I promise." He leans down and connects your lips, finally giving you what you wanted since you stepped foot in the door. You pull back and look up at him.

"To redeem yourself, you can order me take out and grab that foot massager I just bought and get to work, peasant," you giggle out while he rubs your sides.

"Your wish is my command." He grovels at your feet.

"As it should." And with that you sashay away like that HBIC you were 💅🏾.

This scenario came up in my head this morning and I wrote all of it tonight. How great is that? Now I shall work on my Andy Barber fic 😌

masterlist

#cevans #chris evans #avengers #chris evans fanfiction #chris evans x reader #captain america #chris evans fluff #chris evans x black reader #black reader #queen #chris evans fic #christopher jamal evans

[shhhlikeme]

F*cked Out 💤

Ojiro Aran Domestic Smut (NSFW) part 2

A/N: I wrote this as a Part 2 to this fic, but it can be read as a stand alone!

18+, Explicit smut, praise kink, Aged up obvs, Timeskip spoilers

Tagging: @saitamastamaticsoup & @chunhua-s b/c these Aran stans found part 1 last night & their comments made me thirsty enough to write a pt. 2. Hope you like it!

also my lovely @qyuanon who I just read is back and I missed her💛

Futilely, you knocked on the door to yours and your man’s home office. Leaning on the frame, you crossed your arms. Being a literal isolationist when you had to work, you never understood why your man liked keeping the office door open. But then he told you once that he didn’t like the fact that he couldn’t hear you calling him if the door was closed. ‘What if something happened and I didn’t run to you?’ He had explained, pouting when you laughed at him. It warmed your heart, but you decided not to call his name tonight, instead opting to physically pay him a visit. You had to, because what lead you here in the first place was serious! You had just woken up in the middle of the night because his side of the bed had turned cold. Yeah, that deserved nothing less than a visit from you! 

From your spot in the doorway you could see Ojiro sitting at the grand desk, his back turned to you, the lights from his laptop playing some Team Canada highlights. The screen bluelight shone brightly on his gorgeous dark skin, the back of his head bobbed up and down as he dutifully wrote down any important plays he was seeing so that he could tell his coach tomorrow.

“Babe,” You announced your presence with a soft smile. Your man is such a hard worker and he really doesn’t get enough credit for it. You tighten the robe you were wearing because it was always kind of drafty on this side of the house. “You have a game tomorrow.” 

Your boyfriend, captain of the Japanese National Volleyball Team’s shoulders slumped when he heard you, but he didn’t turn around. 

He didn’t have to.

He never had to. Even though you’ve only been dating for a bit over a year, you two knew each other so well that you could accurately tell exactly what kind of expressions, feelings, and thoughts permeated the other without having to be vis-a-vis. When you first met, your dates were—objectively speaking—oddly silent for the most part. The waitress once asked you if you were uncomfortable through an inconspicuous napkin note, which was kind of her—but the truth was that on that date you were actually more than Okay! It might have seemed odd to an outsider or eavesdropper that no sentences were being finished, and both people on said date were constantly staring down, away, or into each others eyes in silence… but realistically, neither of them could grasp the fact that words weren’t necessary when there existed a connection like yours and Aran’s. 

‘It’s fate. He’s the one.’ You had told your friends after the second date when you realized your mind reading wasn’t a fluke. Because as corny as it sounded then and even now in your memory; it was true, tf. 

Doesn’t mean you weren’t going to kick his ass for letting his side of the bed go cold, though. You were used to Aran being gone for volleyball so you had no problem falling asleep alone, but when you were ecstatic to have him home it was important for him to REMAIN home, which means staying in bed if you fell asleep on his chest! He has never done it before, so This is not Okay!

“I know, baby, I know…” your boyfriend calls to you, scribbling on his notepad faster. “I’m almost done. I-I think their setter could be doing one of two plays to start tomorrow, and I don’t think it’s the one I was sure about before we went to bed. And I mean, we play them until 12pm, so—“

“So nothing. You still have to be up by 6. The stadium is far and knowing you, you won’t sleep on the Team’s bus, you’ll still be watching these videos even then. I’ll—“

“Please don’t tell Iwaizumi-san, he will kick my ass! We’re playing Team Canada tomorrow and they are ranked just under us but—“

“Not by a lot, I know. I understand, but you guys will still pull the win. I know it....because Your team has you.”

Aran chuckled heartily, continuing to scribble with his back still turned, but his voice turned a little more endearing. “Thank you, baby. But.... I can’t seem to sleep tonight... I just can’t. I’ve been up this whole time so I—” As your boyfriend babbled on, you quietly interjected, 

“I know a way to get you to sleep.” 

“—won’t use my laptop in bed and wake you up when you’re sleeping so….wait….what did you—?” 

You smirked, knowing that your man knew why your voice had dropped a few octaves. He knew you were up to something, not because you two could practically read each other’s minds—moreso because you two had already established that that specific tone of voice of yours made his dick hard. The pen he was scribbling with stopped moving, finally, and you could just picture the way he gulped just now. 

“I know you can’t sleep, Ar…..” You made sure he could hear you clearly now, in the voice you only reserved for fuck-me-o’clock. 

A sexy smirk that Ojiro could see without looking at you played in his mind and on your face simultaneously. 

“Yeah?” He asked, his deep voice cracking. 

You kept speaking in that voice with one goal in mind.

“Yes, baby…” You hummed thoughtfully before stating,

“So why don’t you come over here and fuck me so hard it puts you to bed, then?”

Drunk off horniness caused by the amount sex dripping from your voice, the captain of Japan’s National Volleyball Team slowly turned the office chair so that he was facing you. 

Boldly, you turned your back to him at the same time and fiddled your hands that just tightened your robe. This time, instead of tightening it, you loosened the strings fully so your robe was wide open, facing the emptiness of your house. Knowing that your boyfriend was checking out and admiring your ass in that short silk robe and desiring the shock factor—in one motion you tossed the robe over your shoulders so that it pooled at your feet, exposing your completely nude back and backside to your man. 

“🤤 Shit,” Ojiro groaned, sounding as if he couldn’t believe his eyes. You just knew your man was biting that full and juicy bottom lip of his.

Swaying your hips to give your man a tiny show, you sauntered precisely where he didn’t want you to: away from him; heading towards the master bedroom. 

You kept yourself from giggling when you heard the aggressive shutting of a laptop, a volleyball announcer being cut off, and a certain volleyball player’s stumbling and cursing because Ojiro was practically chasing you out of the office.

***

“Mmmm…. Fuck..”

A few minutes later, your mind displayed a valiant effort by attempting to guess how your boyfriend looked right now, but it would be in vain. You couldn’t picture your man like you usually could because you were currently being fucked way too fucking well. Ojiro was filling you completely with just half his length, whispering horny-nothings to help you understand his feelings anyway:

“God damn, Y/N… Every. Time. Feels. So. God. Damn. Good,”

Now, If your mind was clear you’d be able to perfectly visualize how Ojiro’s face was scrunched up in pleasure right now, a coat of sweat coating his nude dark skin, the skylight over his head allowing the moon to reflect an insanely sexy glow sheen over his muscles due to the perspiration. 

“Auuh there’s nothing better than this, baby…”

If your mind was clear you’d be able to perfectly visualize how Ojiro’s head was tilted backwards right now, his mouth slightly ajar as he focused on not cumming inside you within the first few minutes of this because he needed to feel you cum around him first. As always. 

“Not when I hitting a line shot, not when I get a service ace.... nothing feels—auuuh f-uck— better than your pussy, baby girl..…”

If your mind was clear, you’d be able to see Ojiro on his knees behind you, holding your hips in his giant hands while he drove into you from behind, inserting only half his cock in and out like a pro, then surprising you with a fully thrust every now and then when he sheathed all 10 inches inside your heat.

“Mmm, so ti-ight, always so wet… damn,”

Despite your mind being clouded by immense pleasure, however—you did know that you looked absolutely wrecked with your face pressed in the pillow, blindly reaching behind you to tap or wave or pinch or do something to him since you couldn’t speak. You could barely made any sounds other than choked out moans because it felt so spectacular… but you didn’t have to! Aran knew that you wanted your boyfriend to stop playing and give you full strokes. His half thrusts filled and pleasured you more than any one ever could because he was huge and skilled in bed, he knew just how your insides liked to be stroked, but that didn’t stop you from silently pleading to him..

Even if Ojiro wasn’t holding back like always because he was very aware of his size and girth, even if you both knew that it would hurt you the next day like after a good workout, even if you walked funny when you had to attended his Olympic game several hours from now—you fucking needed it.

HE fucking needed it!

“Harder, Ar,” You commanded, “Deeper!”

“Fuck,” Your boyfriend panted, still not giving you what you asked 7 amazing strokes later. 

“Harder, now!” You cried as if you were whispering to the fucking pillow. You hadn’t the strength to lift your head. Your orgasm was fast approaching because HALF your man’s dick was too good and there was no way you weren’t bringing him with you. “Deeper, baby!”

“Y-you su-sure?” He asked worriedly. He always did this shit 🙄. He always worried way too much about your body soreness and way too little about both of your impending orgasms tonight rocking your motherfucking worlds. 

Ugh!

Good boyfriends and their fucked up PRIORITIES, amirite?!

Needless to say, you didn’t have time for compassionate Aran tonight. You needed him to fuck the both of you to sleep the way you knew he was capable of if he stopped holding back. Besides, he should have been in bed hours ago. You had to do this for the sake of the National Team! You had to this for JAPAN! (A/N: lucky b*tch shut your horny ass up)

So that’s why, in response to his asking if you were sure or not, you responded by clenching your insides so that your slick hole squeezed around your boyfriend’s cock. 

As soon as he felt you pulsing impossibly tighter around him as he fucked you halfway, his eyes rolled back in his head. 

“Fuuuuuuuuuuck…” He moaned deeply, so of course you continued doing it.

“Shit, Y/N, Okay, Okay,”

Without having to beg for mercy, your man did as you asked him to. He moved his hands from your waist to splay them on each of your ass cheeks, spreading them apart to make more room for his member that already barely fit (with your hasty prep and not his tentative one), but especially when your pussy clenched around him like that. With a loud moan from both of you, he bottomed out and stayed there for a bit to get you used to the size. You almost passed out by how good it felt pressing against your g-spot.

When Aran couldn’t take it anymore, and he started giving it to you: hard, fast, and deep. 

“Ye, baby, make room for me just like this…..” He moaned, gripping your ass tighter. “You want all of me? You think your tight hole can handle all of me?” He asked, no growled, still giving shallow but gratifying thrusts.

You whimpered, knowing that Ojiro knew the answer to that. Even so, you egged him on, “Sh-Show me why you’re the best top,” playing into your dirty talk from the last time y’all had sex like this but he was under you. 

Your boyfriend let out a long groan in his smooth deep voice and picked up his pace in reaponse, sending a new wave of wetness to your private. You were so soaked down there that it sounded like y’all were having sex in the bath tub, fuck. 

Your man loved it. 

“Mmmm, —m’ close beautiful,” He called, snapping his hips forward to meet you g-spot again and again. “It’s you, baby, it’s you,” Your man groaned. “Your pussy feels too fucking good……. I’d never pull out if I had to co-couldd,” 

“Oh, God. Aran!" You moaned loudly due to his dirty talk and praise, teetering on the edge of your release. Knowing that you maybe had 30 seconds left if you focused, you must have decided that you didn’t want to walk tomorrow at all because being the weakness of your bf you are, from your position being pounded into the sheets, you propped yourself up on your weak arms so that you could use the fact that your elbows were digging into the mattress as leverage to push your body back so that you met Aran’s deep thrusts. 

Like your boyfriends does every rare time he’s able to see your glorious ass bounce on his hard dick, his eyes flew open and he felt as though he’d been transported to heaven itself. 

“Y/N—auh, s-so sexy, aah, ooh, ohhh, fuck, Y/N,”

entranced, Aran couldn’t even last another second before he was stopping your movements with his hands, sliding them back on your hips to hold you still as his orgasm took his muscular frame by storm. He saw stars.

Of course, his orgasm triggered yours immediately, and you cried your man’s name as you came on his dick. He whispered yours as your insides milked him without influence this time, effectively lengthening your man’s finish. Panting, Aran just barely caught himself before his now exhausted body toppled over you. 

His last wakeful act, being the gentleman that he is, was to roll over so he wouldn’t crush you with his body weight, pulling out at the same time. 

You wondered if he registered that he said, “thank you baby,” before he began softly snoring—a sign that he was completely worn out and sleeping.

You smiled softly to yourself when you heard his snores, finally turning when you caught your own breath, to fully see your boyfriend’s stunning face. You endearingly brushed his goatee with the tips of your fingers, turning his sleeping face to yours so you could peck his lips. Then, you just barely had the leg strength to stand up on limbs that barely worked, removing his condom for him, then using the furniture in your room to support you as you cleaned the two of you up. You almost fell asleep standing up as you used a cloth on the two of you. Five minutes later, you were back in bed, under the covers with your lover and amazing man. 

Usually, Ojiro Aran slept like the dead (when he first moved in you occasionally have to check if he was still breathing...) , but you knew now that if he snored, that was a sign that he was so fatigued. You knew about the snoring, but the talking was new to you. Ojiro was so deep in his sleep after that round, that he was talking to himself in his slumber, whispering sweet-nothings about you that you’d never let him know he vocalized to spare him the embarrassment.

Besides, he didn’t say anything too embarrassing.... and you knocked out as soon as your head met his chest, not even feeling his arm sweetly wrap around your waist to pull you closer. So, you didn’t even hear most of his sleep-talk.

And maybe you were right when you called it fate, that drove the two of you.... because if it wasn’t fate that had you place your head on Aran’s chest at that exact moment, if it wasn’t fate that made you fall asleep at that exact moment..... then, I mean, you would have heard Ojiro not a second later declare aloud that he’s hiding your engagement ring in the office’s cabinet drawer. You would have heard theis the real reason he wasn’t able to fall asleep: because he was so nervous about asking for your hand in marriage before his Japan vs. Canada game tomorrow, when you least expected it.

Cause like, well, that totally would have ruined the surprise.

But you did fall asleep. Fate did that. So him sleep talking honestly never really happened.

And you know what else never happened? 

You never had to feel the cold side of the bed again where your man should be, at least not that night, because Aran Ojiro your new fiancée’s body kept it warm all night, because you were great and helping him fall asleep like a baby....making him just that:

 f*cked out. 

#ojiro aran #haikyuu x reader #haikyuu aran #hq imagines #haikyuu!! #hq headcanon #haikyuu headcannons #inarizaki

[catsandstrawberries]

Foot Issues

alright so im feeling inspired so here's a little thing I whipped out

Pairing: BalletTeacherJungkook x DanceStudentReader (mostly ballet) 

Warnings: It sounds like a foot kink but its not, (unless you want it to be i guess) readers feet are disgusting, pain because ballet=pain, maybe sugar daddy (who knows, definetly not me 0-o) 

Genre: Its literally fluff and I think im gonna make this a series because this is adorable 

Summary: Reader is having some foot problems in ballet class one day and Jungkook is quick to check in on her

Ok so Jungkook is one of the biggest goofballs and relatively new to teaching 

He's trained all his life in ballet, but after three years at a professional company he decided its not his cup of tea and he loves teaching so much more than performing

He gets job offers from a handful of state dance schools where they teach more than just ballet 

He decides on the school that allows him to teach both the littles and the bigger kids because Jungkook is a sucker for the six-year-old smilies with the missing teeth. 

When Jungkook firsts start his job he's quick to familiarize himself with the other teachers 

Hoseok teaches Hip hop and Jimin teaches jazz and contemporary

It's a pretty versatile studio and the owner Kim Namjoon, even though he doesn't particularly dance, is suddenly Jungkooks idol

Namjoon is so good with the kids and teens, and he's so young and has already created such a strong business 

Insert Jungkook making heart eyes at Namjoon uwu

But then Namjoon introduces Jungkook to you

You are one of the girls on scholarship taking the upper-level classes while pursuing a dance degree at college 

"Jungkook, this is (y/n). She's one of the university students here on a scholarship. You might see her around because she clean's the studios on Monday and Wednesdays as apart of her scholarship, so if you need anything and can't find the other teachers feel free to ask her." 

Jungkook thinks you look sweet enough, but it's odd for him at first because you only look two or three years younger than him but he's gonna be your teacher 

You smile and try not to bust a nut because oh my god he's fucking attractive 

You try to mask the color on your cheeks but before you can talk more Mr. Park is calling you because Contemporary is about to start 

So you yeet yourself out of there, finally letting out a breath you didn't know you were holding 

So you find out Jungkook is a pretty decent teacher 

The only issue is all of the other uni students are too busy staring at his ass than actually paying attention

Well....you are too, but you aren't as obvious as them, right?

The cast list for the show specifically for the university kids is coming out soon

The show is the wizard of oz and you really want to be the wicked witch of the west

What? Not only does she get to do the fun, big jumps but Dorothy is overrated 

So you have been working really hard in class and haven't really been paying attention to Jungkook until your foot starts to hurt bad  

Your pointe shoes are relatively new and you haven't rolled your ankle so you don't really understand why

 Jungkook comes up to you during a développé combination and he's grabbing your leg and placing your foot on his shoulder, his hands pushing your ankle up. 

Ooooof the pain

you bite your lip to avoid the discomfort but Jungkook only scolds you, 

"Relax." 

sure relax, you try lifting your leg above your head. 

But no, seriously Jungkooks extensions are insane, you watched him do a leg hold turn once and it was crazy 

When Jungkook puts your leg down he immediately notices how red and swollen your foot is

After barre when all of the students go to the centre he calls you out and asks you to put on your flat shoes

You blank because 

ExCUse mE 

First off, he didn't ask any of the other girls to take off their pointe shoes, and you don't want him to think you're lazy or incapable and then give you a bad part in the show

You kind of stand there like an idiot while he raises his eyebrows at you, 

"Bu-"

"now (y/n)" 

Jungkook is never really strict with your class, sure he gets annoyed when some of you get off the music (cough cough* its always Lisa* cough cough) or when he has to give the same corrections, but he's pretty chill, he even lets you call him Mr. Jungkook

He wanted to be called Jungkook but Namjoon said he needed to keep a level of professionalism 

Anyways

Jungkook sound generally mad at you and you try to hide your annoyed facial expression while you rip off your ribbons and slip on the flat shoes that make you look like a novice 

On the bright side, you can do a triple pirouette in flat shoes while you can only do doubles on a good day in your pointe shoes

Class is kind of hazy because you're still annoyed but once it's over all of the girls go to bow to Jungkook because it's proper and you should always bow to your teacher

"Wait, (y/n), can you stay after? I want to take a look at your foot." 

"Um...ye-eah, sure." 

Fuck 

You're gonna be alone with this snack 

Jungkook sits cross-legged on the floor, clad in his tight, but somehow flexible jeans and his black T-shirt

"Did you do something to your foot? It was really swollen in your pointe shoe today." 

You take off your flat shoes and roll back the tights of your injured foot though you practically feel no pain 

Okay...

SO Jungkook is ATTRACTIVE, and he's gazing at your feet as if its the most important thing on the planet 

but your feet are fucking disgusting

Your big toe lost a toenail the other day and you have blisters on your third and fourth toes. Bandages cover your pinky and its completely red. 

"I'm gonna touch your foot." 

Jungkook grabs your foot and puts it in his lap and looks up at you through the fringe of his hair, and this motherfucker starts to giggle 

"Um..." You worry he's lost his shit for a second but then he's looking back down at your foot

"I've seen my fair share of gross feet (y/n), no need to be embarrassed"

Okay you're blushing all over and looking anywhere but him as he starts to ask questions 

"Does it hurt? Can you feel this? Have you rolled over your box" 

"No, no, and no." 

This boi 

He starts to massage your foot 

Your filthy, ugly, foot

and it's strangely intimate 

You gasp in a very unsexual way that sounds very sexual 

You suddenly feel everything as if the blood was finally rushing to your foot

"Your pointe shoes are definitely too tight. My guess is that because of how hard you've been working your feet have swelled up a bit, which is normal-" 

How can Jungkook move his hands like that? His fingers are spreading the skin and rolling his palm against the arch of your foot and it feels like heaven. His hands are distracting you so much that you don't even hear the compliment he gave you

"You're gonna need new pointe shoes though." 

You stop drooling and flinch your foot away from his hands

"What?" 

"You need new pointe shoes." 

so

POINTE SHOES ARE EXPENSIVE 

and you're BrOKe, there's a reason you're a scholarship girl 

"What would happen if I just keep dancing on the pointe shoes I have now." 

He sends you the same glare he did in class

"I won't let you dance in those shoes (y/n). They cut off your circulation and could damage your feet." 

His eyes suddenly widen and he starts to blush a bit, "if money is a problem I can help you out."  

"What? No, I can figure something out, and I don't want you to feel like I'm using you and I already have the scholarship I cou-" 

Jungkook after rubbing some hand sanitizer into his hands that are kept in all the studios helps you to your feet by gently grabbing your hands

"(Y/n) I know your scholarship doesn't cover your pointe shoes, and if you want to be ready for rehearsals for Wiz you'll need them by Wednesday." 

He gauges your reaction carefully and gently grabs your elbows as he stands in front of you, 

"Hear me out, I pay for them, you pay me back when you have the money. Deal?" 

You hate this, but you have no idea what else to do, and he's right. If you don't have them for rehearsals they might lower your position or not cast you. 

"Fine." 

You're suddenly very conscious of how close the two of you are and you both jump away as if you've burned each other 

"Um, I should go." You turn to grab your bag but just before you head out the door you send Jungkook a smile. 

"Mr. Jungkook, thank you seriously." 

Jungkook will come to realize, that your smile will be stuck in his head for the rest of the week. 

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