#i mean when you're in the process of putting food in your mouth

[m1sfist]

"I want to watch you"

re2!Leon x fem!reader

notes: so like this is my first time ever writing a smut and actually posting it, I hope it's not too bad bare with me, I hope you like itt 🙏🙏

Reblogs are greatly appreciated<3

P1.

warnings: nsfw, smut w no plot, unprotected sex, hair pulling, praising, p in v, being watched while masturbating, not proof read, whimpering, blowjob, fingering, use of pet names, oral m!receiving, dirty talk

While she left the house to get some food, Leon is in his room touching himself again. suddenly he hears someone open the door, it's her. He quickly puts his precum-coated cock in his pants, the bulge noticeable in his sweatpants and a precum stain is forming on his pants. He desecretly puts his hand on his erection rubbing it and praying that she doesn't notice. But she does.

"W-what are you doing home so soon?" he says with a breathy voice trying to hide the fact he was just touching himself to her.

"I forgot my wallet..." She looks confused about why he's acting so weird.. but then she realizes.

"You couldn't wait for me to get home could you..." she says while locking the door behind her and slowly walking up to leon

Leon looks at her, his face full of shame and fear "No... I mean, I was just... It's not what you think..." He clears his throat, trying to maintain his composure. "I was just, you know, taking a break from studying."

"oh really? is that so? and you didn't think I would notice?" She looks at him with a questioned look on her face taking a few more steps to him before sitting down next to him, rubbing his groin area with a pouty look on her face.

Leon looks down, biting his lower lip nervously "I... I wasn't thinking straight, babe. Please forgive me. I promise it won't happen again." He looks up at her with pleading eyes, hoping she'll believe him

"oh but that's what you said last time, but you'll get lucky this time" she said while caressing his cheek.

His heart was pounding, no one could ever make him feel like his, except for her.

"You're lucky I want to watch you touch yourself to me" she said in a seductive tone while looking at his lips then eyes.

Leon's eyes widen in shock and disbelief, his heart racing with a mixture of fear and arousal "Wh-what? You... you want to watch me?"

"Mhm..." She loves the fact that she makes him so nervous, like she has some kind of power over him.

Leon swallows hard, still struggling to process your request "I... I don't know. Maybe... just this once." He nervously takes off his sweatpants and boxers, revealing his thick cock begging for attention

"do you think of me when you touch yourself, Leon?" She asked him with bedroom eyes, looking at his cock then looking back to his eyes. He nods and starts stroking it for her, knowing her eyes are on him makes him only hornier, but the only thing he really wants is to be inside of her. She cups his face and kisses his jawline while she watches his hand stroke his dick. she loves hearing him whimper even if just for a second.

And her watching him alone gives her a slick between her thighs. She slides her hand under his shirt tracing the lines of his abs, just the touch of her makes him let out a soft groan. Soon enough they smash their lips together fighting over who has dominance, Leon slips his free hand into her pants and circles her cilt through her panties while still jerking himself off. They both moan into each others mouths. she breaks the kiss to whimper under his touch.

"let me help you out Leon, hm?" She gave him a sly smirk and tucked her long black hair behind her ears and lowered her head down next to his throbbing erection with his sticky precum dripping along the side of it. She licks it off him while staring at him through her eyelashes, "oh f~fuck..."

she takes a hold of his thighs and starts swiftly bobbing her head up on down on his dick, feeling every vein along her tongue. Leon takes a tuff of her black hair and gently pulls on it, he could never hurt her even if he tried. He bucks his hips up to match the pace of her head, letting out whimpers and groans to every thrust hitting the back of her throat. With each gag and slurp he throws his head back as he gets closer to his climax, she knows Leon is close so she bottoms him out and wiggles her head on his cock as he shoots his warm white ropes coating down her throat, knowing she enjoyed every second of it just as much as Leon did.

With tears falling down her eyes from gagging, she looks up at him and kisses his jaw still with left over cum on her lips, licking it off of his jaw from where she kissed him.

"you think you can give me another? It's my turn you know..." She gave him a chuckle as she ran her finger down his chest. Before she could even say another word Leon swifts her up bridal style and takes her to their shared bedroom. He throws her on the white silk sheets that smell of coconut

"so I'll take that as a yes" she bites her lip excited for how Leon is gonna treat her. They both take off their shirts leaving Leon in his sweatpants and her in her bra and shorts. Leon bends down over her to whisper,

"it is your turn babe, you see that mirror right there? I want you to see what you look like while I make you come undone princess, how I make you fall apart underneath me" his new found use words only made her grow wetter, she likes this new side of him, she looked over at the mirror as he kissed her neck leaving a very visible mark.

He puts his legs on the bed spreading her legs out to make room for him with his knees as he unclips her bra with one hand. He helps her take her shorts off while she pulls down his sweat pants once again with his boxers soaked again with precum, revealing his still hard dick. He takes a look at her panties, "Already so soaked for me, good girl."

"this new side of you Leon, I like it" she lifted her hand up to cup his face while she was looking up at him. "Well you're about to like it even more my love" he lowered down and kissed her forehead as he slipped his two fingers in her panty line and pulled them down to her ankles, she kicked them off.

He dragged his pointer finger along her sensitive slick to the touch folds as he positioned his dick to her entrance. Leon wasn't one for foreplay, he likes to get straight to the point. "Are you ready princess?"

#leon kennedy #leon s kennedy #leon smut #leon x reader #resident evil #leon kennedy smut #smut #leon kennedy x reader #leon kennedy x you #rookie leon kennedy #re2 leon

[xoxoamyas]

it started with a kiss

rating : mentions of alcohol, obsessive / stalkerish implications / references, slight suggestive comments [ 2 ]

simpbur x gn!reader

☆ you attend another party like you would any other, you didn't expect to meet him. <3

note : new years special !! i'm so sorry this was posted so late. it was meant to be out the first or second, but stuff happened :( i hope you enjoy it at least a bit <3

masterlist [ ☆ ]

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You were usually one to be out and about, never truly home for longer than a good night's rest or an off chance of rare downtime. Always the one work friend to get invited out by friends for social gatherings or even a party.

Currently, you were at one of your best friends' New Years party. Something that you had been invited to weeks ago and had contemplated showing face at because you knew there would be drunk lunatics out and about that didn’t care for others safety, let alone their own.

You had expected to see and meet people you didn’t know. It just hadn’t been counted for that you’d meet someone who seemed to take genuine interest in you.

He had walked up to you some odd minutes after your friend left to go use the bathroom. Introduced himself as Wilbur, shaking your hand in the process.

The man hadn’t seemed interesting at first, just someone you thought would be casual conversation. The thing that had piqued your attention most was when he mentioned that he was practising to become a musician.

Conversation took off from there, and it seemed like he knew every point to keep you into talking with him. He wasn’t charming by any means. He seemed off in a way that made your stomach nearly start churning. You’d put the feeling off for the time being since you didn’t think you would talk with him ever again.

What you didn’t know was just how excited Wilbur had been to finally talk with you. On one hand, he wanted to pat himself on the back because you hadn’t recognized him. On the other hand, he wanted to break something over you not knowing who he was.

Wilbur had been watching you for some time, having first spotted you at another party much like the one you were both currently at. A lot of alcohol, people who couldn’t shut their mouths, loud music. He knew the date down to a capital T.

He had taken a particular eye to you after some guy had spilt his drink on you, having gone as far as to follow you to the bathroom. At the time, Wilbur had fully intended to ask if you were okay, but seeing you in a vulnerable position made his heart nearly palpitate, something that hadn’t happened to him in a long time.

It was at that moment he knew what you were. You were his. His unknowing angel and saviour.

He started taking time out of his day to learn about you after that, thinking he just wanted to get to know you at first. Now, he knows everything about you. He knows your favourite colour, snack, and comfort foods. He knows your parents' and grandparents' names as well as their places of residence. He knows that you organize your books on your favoured bookshelf in your living room by author and series. Wilbur is also fully aware of what’s kept in your bedside dressers.

In other words, he knows you intimately. Even if you didn't know it.

Wilbur smiles a bit, looking at you in awestruck as he managed to get you to laugh at a joke he had made. You were hardly tipsy, so he wanted to think you found something genuine.

“Would you like to dance with me? I think the countdown is about to start.” He asks you, having leaned a fraction closer so you could hear him over the music. The look you give him makes his heart flutter in his chest, but he manages to force down every surfacing urge he had in the moment.

“I don't see why not! Do you have a partner?” You're so shameless when you ask, not a lick of hesitance or embarrassment. A thing he loved so dearly about you. He shakes his head no in response, though, having thought long ahead to not have a partner to begin with.

“No, I don't. I was just going to share a glass of wine with my friend.” He smiles sheepishly, and you're none the wiser. You strongly believed no one should be alone on New Years, and sure, Wilbur says he has someone to share a glass with, but that was it?

“Let’s go and dance, then! What are we waiting for!” Your words are rhetorical as you move, taking the solo cup Wilbur had from his hand and finding the nearest spot to set down both of your drinks.

You were quick to find both your hands in both of his own, pulling Wilbur out to the dance space everybody was in. It was crowded, but it wasn't bad.

Time is lost in the moment. Nobody keeps up with it until the music suddenly cuts. There's some cheering before the countdown starts.

You lean against Wilbur without hesitation, your shoulder pressing against his arm as you count down. Wilbur couldn't be bothered to pay mind to anything or anyone other than you. Sparing him a glance when you feel his hand move to your lower back when you nearly fell backwards.

When one is reached, everybody cheers. Some people instantly go in for their partners.

Wilbur hesitates, really wanting you to like- to want him the way he wants you. He gives in to the major urge on top, leaning in and kissing your cheek. The action makes you turn to him in near surprise before it melts.

“If you're gonna take a New Years kiss, take it right.” He could barely hear your words over the loud sounds. Wilburs eyes widen a fraction when your hands find his face and pull him in for a full kiss, your soft lips pressed against his chapped ones.

He feels light, like he's soaring through the clouds. One of his hands moving to the nape of your neck to keep the kiss just a bit longer, having been waiting for this moment for so long.

It feels too soon when the kiss is broken, and he instantly craves more. Wilbur knew better than anyone, though, that you never brought anybody from a party home with you.

That didn't mean he'd break his habit of following you after the party ends regardless.

“You're not too bad of a kisser.” You indirectly compliment with a smile that sends blood rushing, his face tinting a slight red from becoming flustered.

Suddenly, all he wants to do is hide you away from the world and claim you as his, even if he already had.

“You're not too bad yourself,” He comments with faux confidence. “Hope you don't mind if I ask you for your number?” He asks, that nervous tone slipping in. Wilbur doesn't miss the small and brief frown before the oh-so-soft smile.

“I don't see why not.”

You had no idea what you've just gotten yourself into.

#amyas writes #x reader #fluff #wilbur fluff #wilbur soot #simpbur x reader #simpbur x you #wilbur x reader #wilbur soot x reader #wilbur soot x you #wilbur x you

[bgomtori]

☆ apple cider - c.bg

synopsis -> where the reader doesn't seem to like beomgyu as much as he does, but secretly she actually does.

-> inspired by beabadoobee's apple cider^^ here

-> music major! beomgyu x art major! reader

-> friends to lovers, sunshine x grumpy trope

-> note! yn may be a little cold and dry, but they'll come to realise!! theyre also a bit mean to gyu. do let me know if i missed out anyth! also im testing out different layouts so pls don't mind me 😞🙏

"ynn!~" you groaned under your breath as you heard the familiar sounding voice call you from afar. you placed your pencil down, removing your earphones, looking at the boy that was now standing infront of you.

"i bought food for us." beomgyu said, with his signature grin that's always plastered on his face. he placed some beverages and bread on your table before sitting beside you.

"project again?" beomgyu asked, trying to persuade you to show him the drawings you've been planning on submitting as a mid year project. you nodded your head, biting down on the bread beomgyu bought for you. you sipped your banana milk as you opened your sketchbook, showing him your thought process, and the planning you do in order to come up with your final piece. you noticed at how beomgyu admired each and every one of your drafts, and planned work, you could basically see sparkles in his eyes.

"you're so good at this." beomgyu complimented, smiling shyly at you, you smiled slightly, thanking him before getting up to make your way to your next class down the hallways. this startled beomgyu, causing him to jump at the sudden movement.

"where you going?" beomgyu pouted, he barely spent any time with you, and now you're leaving him just like that.

"i'm heading to art class." you replied nonchalently, about to head out of your classroom. beomgyu quickly shoved down the last piece of bread into his mouth, grabbing the plastic wrappers he left on your table, chasing after you. you heard loud thumping noises and turned to see what was happening, only to see beomgyu standing directly beside you. you raised an eyebrow at him, as if you were asking him what he wanted.

"i'm walking you to art class!" beomgyu patted your shoulder, directing you to the direction of the art studio. beomgyu rambled on about his music major and how much pressure the teacher puts on them, you listened and hummed in response, making sure he thinks that you're listening. beomgyu happily continued his rambling session until you came to a halt, beomgyu paused too, to see what was happening

"thanks gyu, see you later?" you waved at him bye before heading into the art studio, beomgyu sadly waved bye to you as well. as soon as you weren't in sight, beomgyu's face turned red, he covered his face in embarrassment as he ran downstairs to find his friendgroup.

"oh no.. he's back." soobin whispered after noticing beomgyu's presence coming down the stairs to the canteen. the entire table sighed, mentally preparing themselves to hear an earful of things about you.

"i'm gonna kms, she said see you later, and thanked me for walking her to her class." beomgyu squeeled, smacking yeonjun's shoulder for emotional support. yeonjun immediately groaned in annoyance, forcefully removing beomgyu's hand from his shoulder.

"she's so.. perfect.." beomgyu continued, letting out a dreamy sigh, cupping his face with his hand as he thought about you.

"all she did was literally the bare minimum as friends, she doesn't even bat an eye towards you. you're in too deep bro." taehyun sighed, rubbing his forehead. beomgyu tuned him out, not caring about what he said.

"you don't even act like this when we interact with you normally." hueningkai shook his head, disappointed with how much of a simp beomgyu is.

"shut up kai, you guys are a different story." beomgyu glared at huening, before going back to daydream about how he should spend his afterschool time with you.

"we've totally lost him." taehyun murmured, noticing how beomgyu zoned out, looking at the wall that was behind huening with heart eyes.

ᶻ 𝗓 𐰁 ᶻ 𝗓 𐰁 ᶻ 𝗓 𐰁 ᶻ 𝗓 𐰁 ᶻ 𝗓 𐰁

for what seemed like forever, classes were finally over, beomgyu quickly packed his stuff and zoomed straight out of his classroom to go to yours. he noticed that your classroom was dim, he thought you'd already left without him, he sulked a little until he heard a familiar voice come from inside, he peaked inside and witnessed a horrid sight

"oh, thank you?" you thanked, smiling the guy that was standing infront of you. you held onto the bouquet of flowers and the box of ferrero rocher chocolates, the guy beamed in happiness when you accepted his gift. beomgyu grimaced at the boy, he disliked this feeling of jealousy. furthermore, why did you smile at him so brightly when you barely smile at beomgyu? beomgyu's mind was in chaos.

"uhm, i really appreciate it.. but i want to prioritise my studies first." you replied to the boy's confession, you could see his expression falter, but he still thanked you for your honest reply and left the classroom. you watched as he left, before placing the flowers and chocolates down on your table, opening your bag to pack them in. beomgyu pouted, he turned around and walked down the stairs, stridding towards the main gate.

"i know i've heard stuff about yn not wanting a relationship, but i never thought it'd be true.. fuckk, my chance with her is decreasing every minute." beomgyu mumbled to himself as he took small steps, people around him could sense his sad demeanor. beomgyu took out his phone and earphones, placing them in his ear as he played his playlist.

on the other hand, you felt like something was wrong, you thought that maybe it was the weather, and quickly left your classroom. while walking down the stairs, you checked the timing on when your bus would arrive. 2 minutes. your eyes widened, the next bus would take another 15 minutes to arrive, you immediately sprinted towards the bus stop.

beads of sweat trickled down your forehead, you cursed the hot weather, panting for oxygen. you looked up to see beomgyu sitting on the bench, listening to music on his earphones while looking into the scenary. now it hit you, beomgyu usually picked you up from class after school, but today he didn't. beomgyu had already noticed your presence however he decided to ignore it, he can't face you knowing that you wont reciprocate his feelings. he knew that he can't change your feelings, but he really wanted to finally be yours.

"beomgyu?" you called out, he turned his head to face you, you were about to say something to him but the bus had already arrived. beomgyu stood up and walked towards the entrance of the bus, pretending like he didn't notice you. this wasn't like him at all. you tapped your card, following behind beomgyu, you noticed that he took the outer seat, already dozing off in the comfort of the bus. hence, you assumed that he didn't want you to be seated next to him. you sat in the seat directly behind him, you pulled out your phone and bit your innercheek. why was he acting like that? he was usually clingy around you, did you do something wrong? you were sulking, that was unlike you, you didn't really care. you opened your messaging app, tapping on yunjin's contact.

yn ☆ : he's avoiding me.. but why do i feel uneasy

yunjin !! : oh my god, is this the time where i tell you this??

yn ☆ : tell me what?

yunjin !! : you like him.

yn ☆ : ?? no i dont??

you furrowed your eyebrows, no you didn't like him, you promised yourself to prioritise your studies first before a relationship.

yunjin !! : bro, you're in denial. you like him but you're avoiding the fact that you do indeed like him.

yn ☆ : what are you saying..

yunjin !! : look, you feel upset over the fact that he's avoiding you, you always wait for him in your classroom to find you during break. you even agreed to hang out with him despite you hating interactions with men after your ex did you dirty

yn ☆ : oh..

yn ☆ : well i don't even like him that much..

yunjin !! : mhm..?

you looked up from your phone and stared at the boy seated right infront of you. you recalled what yunjin messaged you, you felt your cheeks grow warm. maybe you did actually like him but you never realised it, you mentally slapped yourself, you've been so dry and cold to him, you just wanted to protect yourself from hurting again, but you fell for someone that might actually prove to you that it wouldn't hurt to love again.

yn ☆ : wait.. i do, fuck

yunjin !! : finally you came to your senses, oh my god, now go talk to him and sort things out. goodluck!

yn ☆ : im so nervous.. seen

your bus finally stopped at where you and beomgyu would usually stop at, you left the bus, following behind him. you noticed that he was about to walk in the opposite direction of you, you quickly chased him down and grabbed a hold of his arm. beomgyu's eyes widened as he saw you grabbing onto him, catching your breath while looking up to him with desperate eyes. he felt his heart racing at the interaction as he removed one side of his earbud.

"can we talk? please." you pleaded, pulling beomgyu towards a less crowded area. beomgyu had many thoughts racing through his mind, why do you want to suddenly talk to him? did you finally notice that he liked you and want to reject him?

"why are you avoiding me.." you asked, looking down to your feet, your hands clutching onto beomgyu's uniform shirt. nothing came out of beomgyu's mouth, he wasn't sure as well, his thoughts got to him.

"i.. i finally came to realise that i actually like you, more than i wanted to. i didn't realise at first until today, but now i think i've been giving quite a lot of hint's that i had feelings for you." you confessed, your cheeks growing warm. beomgyu couldn't believe his ears, what? what were you saying, didn't you want to prioritise your studies first?

"in what way did you.." beomgyu asked, he felt himself going haywire, the tip of his ears growing red

"remember you said you liked the jacket i always wore, i don't know if you noticed, but i subconsciously wore it more so that you'd like me." you said, your eyes darting away from his shocked gaze.

"i say that i prioritise my studies over relationship, cause i was scared of hurting again.. but i kind of realised that it's really nice to talk to you, and i'm comfortable around you. you kinda proved to me that there's hope in loving again? so, let's give this thing a try? " you stated, finally asking him whether you could try a relationship with him.

"i've been waiting for you yn." beomgyu smiled, pulling you into a tight hug. you shrieked in shock, but slowly wrapped your arms around his waist, you could feel his heartbeat racing.

"sorry for avoiding you.. my feelings got to me, but i'll prove to you that i won't hurt you, and i'd slowly make your heart whole again." beomgyu reassured you, placing a gentle kiss on your forehead, you beamed at him as he intertwined your hands with his, walking you to your home.

"also throw away those flowers, i don't want that boy's stuff hanging around in your house." beomgyu mumbled out loud, you chuckled at him.

"you're jealous aren't you." you teased him, nudging him slightly, beomgyu looked at you in shock,

"shut up, i wasn't."

you hummed in suspicion, teasing him more, he pouted as you joked around with him further. you reached your doorstep, as you bidded him goodbye, you gave him a quick peck on his cheek before heading into your cozy home. beomgyu held onto his cheek as his face turned into a bright hue of pink, he screamed internally, scurring off to his home nearby, opening the boys' groupchat, about to tell them the big news.

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[apomaro-mellow]

Hot for Teacher(s) 5

Part 4 / AO3 Link

"It's not even about what they say, I mean it is, it's more about how they say it", Eddie said over the phone. He was in the process of making himself dinner while Steve was on the line.

"Like what?", Steve asked, in the middle of making Shawn's lunch for the next day.

"Like, today Alex said 'barbecue is my favorite' and Brian was like 'your mom!' Like what? What does that even mean, Steve? I ask you, what does that mean?"

Steve laughed on the other end. "Well you know how memes work, right?"

"I'm offended you would ask that."

"I just mean it sounds like that. They're passing around a joke until it mutates and now just saying the phrase, regardless of context, is a joke."

"You're brilliant, you know that?"

"So I've been told~"

"Hey, you're making Shawn's lunch now, right? You know what would be funny?"

"Your sense of humor frightens me", Steve said.

"You tell me everything inside, and then I tell Shawn and act like I'm guessing. It'll blow his mind."

"You're ridiculous", Steve said with a shake of his head. But he ended up telling Eddie anyway.

When he went to bed that night, he dreamt of the day Shawn was born again. But this time it was less sights and smells and more sounds as an alpha rumbled close to his ear.

"You're doing great, beautiful."

"Bet your pup's gonna be the cutest..."

He woke up, feeling slightly disoriented as he remembered that he wasn't a new parent, that Shawn wasn't an infant, and that Billy wasn't sleeping beside him. He released a relieved sigh at that last part and got ready for the day.

Both he and Eddie got really busy as winter break began to near and Eddie wondered if it would be too forward to ask Steve out during the break. For all he knew, Steve might have plans to travel during it. But then again, that sounded like all the reason to ask him out before he went too long without seeing him again.

They talked just about every other night though. And try as they might, the conversation always veered to their students and the goings on of their work lives at school.

"Should you be telling me all of this? As a parent?", Steve asked one night. He was curled up on the couch, tv low in the background.

"As a parent, no", Eddie admitted. "But if you were my boyfriend.... then you'd have access to all the hot elementary gossip."

"....Did you just try and seduce me with student gossip?"

"Don't you wanna know which girl in my class has a crush on Shawn?", Eddie tempted.

Steve let out a long drawn out sigh. "You know I do. But I also think that we should have more dates under our belt before we start calling ourselves boyfriends."

"What have all these calls been?"

"Just talks?"

"Stevie, I call you more than anyone. I think in the past few weeks I've called you more than the rest of my phone contacts all year."

"...Are you busy tomorrow?"

"Nope."

Steve chewed his lip a little before going on. "Come over for dinner. Just you and me, I'll send Shawn over to Robin's."

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Shawn was more than happy to go over to Robin's for the night. She let him put whatever he want on his pizza and let him watch pg-13 movies sometimes. Steve was aware of this, but always warned Robin that she couldn't come crying to him when he got an upset stomach or had nightmares.

Eddie came over just a few minutes after he saw Shawn off and together they put the finishing touches on the dinner Steve had started.

"So this is going to sound weird...", Steve began as they sat down to eat. "But, have we met before?"

Eddie swallowed his mouthful before grinning. "What a line. I'm already in your house, baby. You don't need to use cheesy pick up lines on me."

"I'm serious", Steve said with a roll of his eyes. "Do you think it might be possible?"

"I think I'd remember running into someone like you. Why do you ask?"

Steve picked at his food. "Sometimes you smell familiar. Like, I know I've said you smell safe, but it's like I've smelled it somewhere before."

Eddie swallowed. "...What did your ex smell like?", he ventured.

"Nothing like you", Steve replied quickly. "Even when he wasn't upset I...I just started associating his scent with bad things."

"Well, maybe you just had a very formative experience in a candle shop. They're getting really expressive with fragrances nowadays. Remember that one from a while back? The mountain lodge scent craze?"

"God, how could I forget?", Steve laughed as the conversation changed to candle scents, perfumes, and colognes, and how some brands seemed to be going a bit far trying to imitate certain smells.

After dinner, Eddie offered to help with the dishes so that Steve didn't have to worry about them later.

"You really didn't have to", he said as Eddie handed him a dish to dry.

"Can I be corny for a sec? I've kinda always imagined doing the dishes with someone special. Boring stuff like that."

Steve felt his heart stop and he grabbed Eddie's face to bring him in for a kiss. When they finished, Eddie started perusing the shelf in the living room and immediately found Shawn's baby book.

"Didn't realize you had such a soft spot for him", Steve teased.

"Oh I'm sure he was a cute baby. But I wanna see new parent Stevie", Eddie said, holding it up, asking permission.

Steve sat down on the couch, patting the space next to him. Eddie hopped on like an excited puppy and they started flipping through it. The first few pages showed the ultrasounds and Steve's growing belly.

"I think the weirdest craving I had was turkey sandwiches with crunchy peanut butter. But besides that, it was pretty normal."

"You can't say 'normal' after prefacing it with turkey and peanut butter sandwiches", Eddie said with a grimace.

Steve shrugged. "The only other thing I craved was broccoli for a whole month."

"That explains why Shawn shovels it down during lunch."

There were a couple of appearances by Billy, but Steve didn't talk about him much. It wasn't all bad of course. It rarely is. But when Billy got unpleasant it was really bad. Enough to sour most of the good memories they had made together. The only thing untainted by Billy was Shawn himself, innocent in it all.

Then they got to the day Shawn had been born and the first few were of his teeny wrinkled red face, swaddled up. But after turning the page, Eddie froze on the couch. In the center of the page was Steve lying on a hospital bed, Shawn in his arms. There was a person standing by the bed, arm under the newborn pup, helping Steve support him.

The photo cut off the person's upper body and head, but Eddie knew it was Billy standing there. Steve felt him stiffen up and looked at him confused.

"What's wrong?"

Eddie was gazing at him like he was seeing Steve for the first time. Steve's brow furrowed even more and he took a look at the picture again, wondering what it was. Sure his hair was a mess and his face was pretty red, sweaty, and swollen, but did he really look all that different?

Then he caught the arm helping to hold Shawn, caught the rings on the hand, most different but at least one that was undeniably the same. And if that wasn't enough, caught the tattoos that were visible on the arm.

The same arm that was wrapped around his shoulders right now.

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"Billy", Steve breathed into the phone, trying to pace himself. "Billy, my water broke. Please call me back. I'll be at Hawkins General Hospital."

Steve hung up and looked to his overnight bag sitting by the door. Even if Billy got his message, Steve wasn't very confident in him getting here on time to drive him to the hospital. And he was pretty sure most rideshares wouldn't want an omega in labor in their backseat. Steve was literally debating whether he should clean up the spill from his water breaking now or just leave it for later.

He wanted to make Billy clean it, the fucking asshole but he also didn't want an argument the moment they returned from the hospital. Mind made up, he leaned over with great difficulty to get the bag and then grabbed his keys.

Steve was never more grateful than now that he lived in a small town and was able to get to the hospital in less than 10 minutes. But it was a very long ten minutes in which he imagined every sort of car accident imaginable.

When he parked, he called Billy again and got his voicemail again. Billy had left the apartment about two hours ago, to do god knows what. He called again after checking in while he was still lucid. As his contractions got closer, he could feel that he was losing himself and his instincts were taking over.

An omega giving birth could be dangerous nowadays. In earlier times, when babies were born in the home, this wasn't much of a problem. An omega would be surrounded by family and familiar scents. But in the sterile, nearly scentless environment of a hospital, they had a tendency to lash out at the hands of strangers trying to help deliver the baby.

If the omega's partner was present, or someone else close to them, this made things go a lot more smoothly. But Steve had arrived completely alone. No one to speak for but himself and the pup inside of him. When asked if anyone was coming, he admitted to calling his alpha several times but not getting a reply.

The nurse stroked his sweaty forehead, giving him a pitying look.

"You poor thing. But you're going to have to start pushing soon. Your pup's about ready to meet the world."

Steve shook his head. "Can't. I can't. It's not time yet."

The doctor gave him an appraising look. "I'm afraid to say that it is, alpha or no. This is what happens when you get pupped up without a bite."

And that was a sore spot for Steve, who had asked for Billy's bite more than once. Even more when he found out he was pregnant. His eyes glassed over with tears from both the pain and the oncoming sensation that he had feared.

"Doctor, watch what you say. I think he's succumbing to rejection sickness", the nurse said, nose catching a hint of it through her mask.

What was worse than Steve snapping at the hands trying to assist would be him feeling too weak to even do anything.

The doctor cursed under her breath. "Nurse, go find a volunteer alpha. No need to make this more difficult than it needs to be."

The nurse scurried out, Steve couldn't tell how long she'd been gone but was deep in a flurry of sensations. Billy didn't want him, he never wanted him, not seriously. Not even to officially mate him. He didn't want this pup either. His baby was coming into the world unloved and it was Steve's fault for being such a failure and-

"Found someone", the nurse rushed in.

"'Someone'?", the doctor raised a brow at the man she brought in.

"He's not official but all the other volunteers are busy."

"This is highly unprofessional, you understand that?"

"I think losing a pup and possibly a patient would be even worse. Do you know what to do, sweetie?"

"Yeah", a third voice said.

Steve rubbed at his eyes, trying to get them to clear but the tears kept coming and the pain was never ending. He felt a hand grab his and wanted to snap but the rumble of an alpha's voice got him to pause. It wasn't Billy, didn't smell like him at all, yet somehow that was better.

"You're doing great, beautiful." The alpha held his hand on one and stroked his hair with the other.

"The pup...", Steve whimpered as the doctor and nurse got to work between his legs.

"Doc's gonna help you out. Bet your pup's gonna be the cutest in the ward. But I think you gotta help push him out."

Steve was panting as he started to push. He had to do this. He owed it to his pup to try. He had been so excited from the moment the test showed positive. He couldn't give up now. He thought about the ten toes and ten fingers and their ruddy face and their wisps of hair and he couldn't wait anymore to see them for himself.

All through it, the alpha gave him words of encouragement, projected a comforting scent, and kept both hands on him, grounding him to the moment. With a big final push, tiny cries filled the room and Steve collapsed onto the bed.

He felt like he dizzy, to say the least and while his pup was cleaned up, he was given a heavy dose of painkillers. Finally, his baby was given to him, all swaddled up and there was that itty-bitty pink face. Steve immediately started to cry again, but this time in joy.

"Gorgeous baby, just like their dame."

"Thank you", Steve breathed out. He put his nose to his pup's forehead. He smelled just a bit of Steve but besides that was scentless. His inner omega longed for the scent of himself and his alpha to cover their babe, marking them as their own and protecting them. Unknowingly, he let out a cooing call and the alpha beside him answered it, reaching out to rub his wrist against the blanket.

"What are you gonna call him?"

"Shawn...", Steve had decided long ago. He let out a very long yawn, which his pup then mirrored.

The alpha stayed with them for at least an hour, covering them both in his scent, turning away respectfully when the nurse came to help Steve nurse for the first time. Steve had still been too out of it to appreciate it but had been grateful later. The alpha had to go soon after, and truly it was perfect timing.

Billy finally arrived about five minutes later, looking relieved at first to see Steve and the baby were fine, but then his nostrils flared when he smelled an unfamiliar alpha on what he deemed to be his omega and his pup. Steve had been tired to fight, just kept his eyes open so that Billy could said his piece before handing Shawn over and closing his eyes.

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"....That alpha was you", Steve whispered.

"And that omega was you", Eddie replied.

Part 6

Tag Team

@anne-bennett-cosplayer @aol19 @lololol-1234 @hippieg1rl420 @gregre369 @attic-cat-blog

#apo writes #stranger things #steddie #omegaverse #a/b/o

[crazyyluvr]

Ahhhh that Jason fic was so good! I loved how you write him so stern and caring!

I was wondering if you could do another Jason fic where reader is sort of working herself weary, maybe she feels like she has something to prove especially with how powerful everyone is so she’s been volunteering for watches and missions and helping hedge and just everything she can around the ship and she starts to crack a bit so everyone tries to get her to take a break but she’s super stubborn and no one can except Jason on like his third try she finally gives in and rests?

(Like when he told Hazel to eat in your last fic, sort of that vibe it makes me weak in the knees!)

pairing: jason x gf!ares!reader

summary: Jason notices you're overworking yourself again, and despite him and everyone on the Argo II trying to tell you to take a break, you never really sit your ass down until he finally convinces you to do so.

genre: angst/comfort

wc: 2.6k

warning/s: cursing, fem reader, she/her pronouns, overworking, jason being stern, stubborn reader, mmm godly father issues, breakdown

note: thank you for your request anon!! i hope it's fine that i made this one kind of a continuation of this oneshot, but it can be read seperately. enjoy!

oneshot under the cut :: not edited

Jason always admired your hard work and determination.

Sure, you were constantly aggressive about it and telling everyone to fuck off if they complimented you on that, he still considered it one of the countless things that he loved about you.

But of course, there were times where that hard work and determination would lead to something unmanageable, like your tendency to overwork yourself.

You were an expert at hiding it, but Jason knew that beneath your tough and angry exterior, you always felt like you weren't giving enough despite giving a little too much already. You were a daughter of Ares, and your godly lineage didn't grant you much except for anger issues.

You weren't as good with weapons as your siblings. You definitely weren't as good at anything as Clarisse, your half-sister and your dad's favorite kid. Actually, all your other brothers and sisters had at least some sign that Ares acknowledged their existence. You on the other hand got nothing except that you could reach your boiling point seven times faster than the average person.

They have to thank Jason for being there to calm you down, because they all don't just feel like, but they know that if he wasn't with them, the ship would have sunk two days in the water or air.

They never really expected you to be the type to give all — and I mean, all your energy into whatever you need to do.

Replacing the ripped sails after a battle with some pirates? Step back. If not, you'd just push any one of them out of the way and grab the new sails from them and replace it on your own. Frank was a constant victim, despite being the burliest of them.

A large tentacle wrapped around the ship? They don't dare to think about chopping it into pieces before you came in, sword weaving through the monster like it was made of clay. Percy steps out from below decks to give the monster a little chat but slips on the blood it left in its wake.

Zeus/Jupiter decided to fuck around with them and send a lightning bolt striking almost right beside Percy? You'd immediately push him into the nearest demigod's arms and put out the fire yourself before the water boy could even process what was happening.

Even the simplest tasks around the Argo II, like cleaning the stables, rearranging the medbay, cleaning up the kitchen either after a meal or after the ship was constantly swaying and made a mess of fallen plates and food, you'd curse someone out just for trying to grab a broom or open their mouth to tell you that they can do it instead.

Jason was no exception to this treatment, and he didn't expect to be; he just wanted to make sure that you knew your limits as well as he did.

"You're low on medical equipment," Hedge grunted, stepping into the small dining room one afternoon while everyone was eating lunch. "I'm gonna go restock it."

Today was a slow day for the eight demigods, and they were grateful for it. All they had to do was the usual chores before they could chill anywhere on the ship.

Which is why no one was surprised you were the one who wanted to break the mundane routine. "I'll go with you," you huffed, standing up with your plate in your hands, maneuvering around the short half goat man to put the dirty dish in the sink. "I'll make sure your stupid fur brains doesn't get the wrong shit."

"Us satyrs are damn good healers, mind you!" Hedge bleated angrily.

You rolled your eyes. "Yeah with colored leaves and rituals and shit."

Before Hedge could retaliate, Annabeth stepped into the conversation. "You should rest today. I can go with Hedge and help him pick out the right items."

"No need, Brains," You shot her down. "I can do this. Are you suggesting otherwise?" Your voice raised threateningly, making Annabeth raise her hands in surrender.

"No, but I —"

"Good." You turned back to Hedge. "Let's go before you get more dirt on floor I just mopped, old man."

You left the room without waiting for the satyr to follow. Hedge muttered colorful insults under his breath, moving to exit the dining as well before Jason stopped him by asking, "Coach, can you watch over her? She's been working constantly these past few weeks, and she hasn't really caught a break."

Hedge rose an eyebrow. "Can't you do that yourself? Aren't you her boyfriend or something?"

"I tried, but it's hard to convince her," Jason sighed, leaning back in his chair exhaustedly. "Just — look out for her, yeah? And don't tell her I told you."

"Yeah, yeah, I know," Hedge waved him off. "It'll be my head."

The coach left without another word.

"I'm worried about her," Percy confessed, Frank and Piper nodding in agreement. "I tried asking her if she needed help yesterday, and she almost bit my head off."

"And you would've thought that she'd learn by now to stop herself when she starts to overwork again," Leo commented.

Hazel sighed. "If she doesn't give herself time to recharge, she's going to shut down."

Jason simply played around with his leftover food, deep in thought. "Yeah..."

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Thank the gods you returned without any issues besides the usual profanities exchanged between you and Hedge. He left soon after that, claiming that he had "business elsewhere," and said that they should get going on their journey without him.

They left the day after that. They knew he'd make his way back to camp eventually.

The streak of calm continued, even as the Argo II departed from the sea and launched into the air. There weren't as much monsters that showed up to annoy them like flies hovering in their ears.

You and Jason were on watch that night. Thankfully, there wasn't much of a threat in the clouds, so Jason just sat down on a random crate while you paced around, playing with the straps of your leather breastplate.

"Hey, you can sit down for a while," Jason said, watching you go to and from the large wooden post in the middle.

You scowled at him in response. "We're supposed to be on watch. If we relax, we fall asleep. If we fall asleep, monsters attack. If monsters attack, the others could get swept up in that shit knowing how stupid they are."

Your concern for your other crewmates was evident despite how much you tried to hide it by insulting their abilities.

"Sweetheart, its okay," Jason said, still trying to convince you. He wasn't feeling all that tired, which is why he could cover for the both of you. You, on the other hand, looked like you were going insane, the dark half-circles under your eyes apparent even in the weak and diluted moonlight. "You can for now. I promise I'll wake —"

"I can't rest!" Your voice cracked slightly as you whipped around to face him, your eyes wide with a wildness that caught Jason off guard and made him stand up in concern. "I... I just can't..."

You tried to walk away, but your knees collapsed from below you. "Woah careful!"

In a flash, your boyfriend was by your side, barely being able to catch you before you could fully crumple to the ground. "Easy, easy..."

He tried to put your arm around his shoulders so he could lead you to sit down on another crate, but you pushed yourself away from him. Being unable to support yourself, you fell down on your ass.

"What are you doing?" Jason asked, moving to approach you, but you put up your hand to stop him.

"Fuck off, I don't need help," you said, trying to sound angry, but all Jason could hear was your exhaustion.

"Hey, stop being stubborn," Jason frowned, stepping towards you and putting your arm around his shoulders successfully this time, despite your protests and your struggles to get out of his iron grip.

"Fine, just — just put me down there," You gestured to the crate he was sitting on previously. He was originally going to bring you down to your room, but judging from the glance you gave him from the corner of your eye, you could still snap his arm in half if you wanted to.

And so, he obliged, making sure that your feet barely touched the ground as he basically carried you to your destination. He gently set you on the crate, making sure to stand close in front of you so that you wouldn't try to bolt.

"Explain," he said, crossing his arms and peering down at you. You turned your head away from his gaze, and he realized how vulnerable you looked: your eyes were darting around in a desperate attempt to stay alert, but they constantly glazed over, unfocused. Your hands were now fiddling with the strings of your hoodie, their movements slow and groggy. Your upper body was even swaying.

"I..." You started, but sighed and looked up at him. "It's stupid."

Jason's brows furrowed even more at your dismissal. "You almost collapsed from exhaustion. There has to be at least a valid reason for you to compromise your health like that."

You wanted to clamp your jaw shut, but Jason's intense glare made you open your mouth and speak. "You want to know? Fine, I'll tell you. Everyone relies on me — besides Twitchy Fingers — to do what is needed to keep this ship afloat by making sure it doesn't get completely destroyed by the Tartarus-spawn. Every time someone tries to do my job for me, I don't want them to because what if they fuck up and something bad happens? That's gonna be my fuck-up too. I —" You looked away again. "I just can't relax knowing that some bad shit might happen and it'll be my fault."

"I think you're underestimating how well the rest of us can do," Jason said lightly, chuckling a little as he tried to make lift the atmosphere up a little. It didn't work. "We can't do as well as you, of course, but we can manage."

"Oh please, I know damn well how good the rest of you are," You hissed, catching Jason off guard with the anger behind your words. "You all got your own skill sets that your godly parents planted in you that you got to fucking nurture. Even Annabeth, who doesn't have any actual powers, is more of a smartass than all of us combined."

Jason opened his mouth to retaliate, to say that you're downgrading yourself too much, but you didn't let him speak as your voice rose. "And what in the Tartarus did I get from my shitty dad? Fuckin' — fuckin' anger issues, that's what I got. Everything I'm good at — my fighting, my speed, everything — I did that. Ares gave me none of that. That was all me.

"And the moment I thought he'd actually look at me, that he'd acknowledge that I was his kid besides when he claimed me seven months after I came into camp," Your voice got louder still, cracking a little as your eyes got mistier, "is to pay a little visit to Frank in his Roman counterpart."

You stood up now, your body fueled with anger and frustration and other emotions that can't be described. "You wanna know the real reason why I work myself to the brink of exhaustion every time I do what I do, Jason?" Your smile looked maniacal. The few tears that escaped the confines of your lashes didn't really help. "It's because I don't fucking deserve to stand among you. I don't deserve to be on this quest. I don't deserve to be called a 'hero' when we return home as your godly parents shower you with love and attention while mine just thinks 'oh, my kid survived? I had a kid involved?'"

Your body was shaking, but you were done. You fell back down on the crate, holding your head in your hands.

Jason blinked, processing your breakdown. His own chest was contracting painfully as the weight of your words settled in his brain and his heart.

You were feeling this the entire time? Why didn't you say anything?

Your body flinched as you tried to contain a sob, snapping Jason back to reality.

He sat down beside you and wrapped his arm around your waist, pulling you close to him. "Oh sweetheart," he sighed sympathetically. "It's okay to cry. Cry as hard as you need."

Jason expected you to push him off of you again, to tell him to not be stupid and to try and bottle your emotions up again. He hoped you wouldn't.

And you didn't. Instead. you took your face out of your hands and planted it on his shoulder, your own shoulder shaking terribly from your suppressed sobs. "Let it out," he cooed, and you didn't hesitate to drown your sobs on the fabric of his t-shirt, subconsciously moving even closer to his body.

He wrapped both his arms around you as he fixed his position, his upper body now almost fully facing you to give you more comforting hug.

He stroked the back of your head and whispered sweet nothings into your ear as you let all your pent-up anger, frustration, disappointment, and just overall sadness. He even planted light kisses over the parts of you that he could reach; your neck, cheek, temple, crown.

It took you a little while for your sobs to turn into little hiccups, but eventually, you were able to calm down. Jason didn't mind that his shoulder was soaked from your tears. He didn't mind that his spine was stiff from being in a slightly uncomfortable position for a period of time. He didn't mind that you were feeling weak and stupid.

Because even after all that, he still saw you as the strongest and most powerful person he knew.

"What about we go back to my room and rest?" Jason suggested softly. You lifted your head in protest, but Jason pushed it back down to his chest. "I'm sure Hazel and Frank are having trouble sleeping from the good nap they had earlier. They can cover for us."

"I don't want to burden them," You said weakly.

Jason immediately shook his head. "You're a burden to no one on this ship, okay? They won't mind. And besides, it's not weak to ask for a little help once in a while. No one thinks you're weak."

You looked up at him. "You sure?"

Jason nodded, smiling softly. "Absolutely. From what I can see, you're the strongest person here."

You raise an eyebrow. "You sure there's no bias there?"

"Yes I'm 100% sure," Jason said seriously, before breaking into a smile when a breathy laugh escaped your lips. You don't do it often, but Jason loved your laughs. They were always genuine, and Jason would do anything to make you laugh again.

"So, what do you say? Let's go to my dorm," Jason said, supporting you when he felt you moving to stand up.

"You better not do anything weird to me, Grace," you threatened, but there was no heat behind your words.

Jason smiled softly, leading you back below decks. "Never."

He left you in the dorm before he went to convince Hazel and Frank to cover their shift, promising that he'll make up for it. They didn't care. They were just happy that you were finally resting.

Once the blonde boy returned, he found that you were already curled up under the sheets, face relaxed and breaths coming out of you evenly. His eyes softened fondly at your peaceful and stress-free features.

He flipped the light switches, blanketing his room in darkness as he navigated under the sheets to join you. He gathered you up in his arms and curled against you, sighing in content.

"Good night, sweetheart," he whispered against your head, placing a small kiss on the back of it as he felt sleep slowly invade his vision. "I love you."

#jason grace #jason grace x reader #hoo #heroes of olympus #heroes of olympus x reader #percyverse #leo valdez #hazel levesque #frank zhang #percy jackson #annabeth chase #piper mclean #coach hedge

[lcandothisallday]

Hi sarah!! I was thinking what if you wrote Jeremy and reader being enemies to lovers but Jeremy never hated her, in fact he always liked her since high school and would try to impress her but it always went wrong which is why she thinks he hates her. Like him trying to show off in the gym at school and accidentally hits reader in the face with the ball and thats just how it all starts. 😮‍💨 That was alot but I think you could write this very well. If not, that’s okay too.

- 🌎anon

i fully didn’t do this request justice and it’s not edited properly so i apologize to all of you😩

Fool for you - Jeremy (WMCJ) x f!reader

You couldn't help your cringe as you entered your new gym. Money was tight so you had to downgrade which wasn't all that bad truth be told, but the sleezy men who kept staring at you and making crude comments as you walked by irked you beyond compare.

With a sigh, you put in your AirPods and play your music before you begin with the stairmaster. As you're climbing, from the corner of your eye you notice a man walking around with a massive bag and bottles of drinks that did not look FDA approved what so over.

You watched in curiosity as he stopped in front of every member, holding the drink up and promoting it like his life depended on it. It wasn't until you got a closer look at who the man was that your eyes widened.

"Oh hell no," you mutter under your breath, slowing down on the stairmaster. There he was--in all his odd hippy glory--Jeremy from high school, the same Jeremy that hated your guts and you never understood why.

You had always thought he was cute all throughout high school, his boyish charm, his curly hair and adorable dimpled smile--mixed with the fact that he was a basketball player, of course you had a little crush on him.

But he always made sure to show you he didn't feel the same. Emphasis on the show you part. There were countless times where you took a basketball to the head, had a drink spilt all over your school work, or simply teased beyond comprehension all in an attempt to embarrass you because he simply hated you.

When Jeremy finished up with one guy, he scanned the room for his next client victim when his eyes landed on you. His breath got caught in his throat as he watched you climb the stairmaster expertly, your thighs and ass taking the full work out.

With a deep breath, his nerves elated, he fixes his shirt by smoothing it down before he slowly begins approaching you.

Ironically, back in high school, Jeremy also had the fattest crush on you. He tried everything to get you to like him but it just continuously backfired because he was always so clumsy or tripping over his words, embarrassing not just himself--but you in the process too.

As you see the curly haired man approach you, you shake your head and immediately turn off the machine.

"Nope." you say sternly, your hand out to stop him in his tracks, cutting him off before he even got the chance to speak. His mouth was agape and eyes wide.

"I didn't even say nothing yet!" he exclaimed in defence. You scoffed and hopped off of the machine.

"I am not in the mood to get hurt today--whatever you're selling, I don't want it. You'll give me food poisoning," you mutter, shaking your head once again.

Jeremy's cheeks went red with embarrassment. "I wasn't uh...wasn't planning on selling you my detox drinks."

You roll your eyes and stare at the curly haired man with your hands on your hips in annoyance. "Is that what you do now?" you ask mockingly. "Given up on basketball and go around dressed like that selling detox drinks to gym bros?"

Truthfully, you didn't mean to sound that rude. You just weren't in the mood to interact with the guy that made your high school experience just a bit more unbearable.

Hearing your insult made Jeremy bite his lip and look down at his feet momentarily in shame. "Well I mean...wasn't exactly my plan...tore both my ACLs and didn't heal properly so I gotta make money somehow," he mumbled in response.

His response made you feel terrible. "Jeremy I'm sorry. That was rude of me," you apologize softly. "I didn't know."

"How could you?" he muttered sarcastically, causing you to frown.

"Look--you came up to me," you argued, crossing your arms over your chest. “Don’t get all sassy with me now,” you said while frowning.

Jeremy chuckled and ran a nervous hand through his hair. “Look…it’s been a while right? we’ve both matured—so why don’t you come to one of my games?” he suggested. “We can catch up after.”

You look at him in question with a slightly raised brow. You couldn’t deny that the adorable and hopeful expression on his face made your heart flutter ever so slightly. Maybe he has grown.

“Sure why not.”

It’s a few days later and you follow the directions that Jeremy had texted you with the location of where the mini ball games were being held. As you approached the stands and took in your surroundings, you began to feel bad for him. Graduating from highschool, everyone thought he was enroute to playing in the NBA so seeing him have to resort to playing in small competitions to keep his passion alive was something that was a bit disheartening—no doubt the feeling probably worse for him.

When Jeremy saw you take a seat in the first row, his heart beat quickened. “She actually came,” he muttered in disbelief under his breath, not having expected you to show up.

Kamal overheard and chuckled. “That her?” he asked for confirmation, Jeremy nodding. “Bro…no offence but she’s outta your league.”

Jeremy groaned. “Don’t you think I know that?” he whined. “I can never impress her—believe me I’ve tried.”

Kamal smirked as he teasingly patted his friend’s back. “Guess you gotta be on your A game, huh?”

The game went rather smoothly with you watching Jeremy with a smile on your face. He managed to not make a complete fool out of himself and you were impressed to say the least. It was nice to see that he still had game. 

On the final play of the game, Jeremy had the ball. He glanced over at you momentarily, which was possibly the worst idea he could’ve done because his nerves got the best of him and with full force, as he went to take a three, it air balled and hit you right in the head.

Some of the girls in the stands also watching the game, snickered, one even whispering “that had to be on purpose,” to her friend.

With a shake of your head, you begin to walk off, not wanting to give Jeremy the satisfaction. It really did feel like he invited you under false pretences of a truce when in reality his whole plan was to embarrass you again. A sick joke.

“Y/N I’m sorry!” Jeremy exclaimed, running after you and stopping you in your tracks as he gently reached for your arms.

“That one actually fucking hurt Jeremy!” you exclaim, turning to face him which is when he noticed the growing bruise on your forehead. “I get it—you hate me! Does my presence around you evoke some sort of violent behaviour or something?”

Jeremy furrowed his brows in confusion. “I don’t hate you. Your presence actually makes me nervous—”

“Okay well if you don’t hate me then why are you always throwing shit at me?!”

“It’s on accident!”

“Every single time?!??”

Jeremy groaned, “I like you!” he exclaimed in exasperation. “I turn into a Damn fool around you! Can’t talk or walk or play ball—thought I’d grown out of it,” he sighed. “Apparently not.”

You furrowed your brows as you stared at him. He sounded sincere. “You have absolutely zero game you know that?”

“Only around you.”

You tried to keep a serious face but you couldn’t help your small laugh. “You’re ridiculous,” you say with a playful shake of your head. “And the funny thing is I’m actually endeared by you which sucks because I genuinely think if I do something about it—I might end up dead one day with the way you are around me.”

Jeremy cheeks went red and he gave you a shy smile. “I’m hoping that isn’t the case. Let me take you on a proper first date. No basketballs around,” he breathed out.

You can’t hide your amused smile. “One date…to test the waters.”

Jeremy grinned, his hand coming up to access your bruise before his grin turned into a wince in shame. “M’ really sorry about this,” he mumbled.

“You’ll make it up to me.”

#jack harlow #jack harlow concepts #jack harlow x reader #jack harlow imagine #jack harlow blurb #jack harlow imagines #jeremy x reader #jeremy wmcj #wmcj #white men can’t jump #wmcj fics

[yangbbokari]

Back To Me

Pairing: Kim!Seungmin x F!Reader

Genre/AU/Tropes: Angst, non-idol!au, lovers to exes

Warnings: breakup, language, regrets(if that counts idk), implied cheating, daddy issues

WC: 2.5k

Summary: Things with Seungmin just didn’t seem to ever look up and when you confront him about it, he lashes out

A.N: !NOT PROOF READ!Feedback is greatly appreciated*★,°*:.☆(￣▽￣)/$:*.°★* 。also, I’ve been obsessed with “Back To Me” by The Rose since it came out and this ff idea has been weighing heavily on my mind. I am not implying that said idol(s) behave anywhere near what is mentioned in this ff. Inspo from 

Song rec: ‘Back To Me’ by The Rose

You can still remember those sweet moments with Seungmin. You ran along the seashore as he snapped pictures with his camera you gifted him on his birthday. He took you on a short trip to the park and took pictures of you with your hair blowing in the wind. The both of you laid beside each other, getting lost in the other’s eyes.

But you can’t remember when it all started. What caused that sudden change in your relationship? Was it you? Was it him? You would never know…

You didn’t sense it. It all kind of just… happened. Slowly, Seungmin started to grow distant from you. You wish you knew why. I mean, you could’ve just asked him what’s wrong right? Well, the answer is no. How do you ask someone who’s never home and doesn’t reply to your texts? On days he would actually come home, he wouldn’t talk to you. When he did, all he would do was lash out at you for things that weren’t even your fault.

You tried to support him, you really did. You always kept your calm and told yourself it was just because of his stress stemming from work. But it wasn’t long before it broke you down. Nipping at even your smallest insecurities. So on one of the days when he came home, you just said it all to him.

As soon as you heard the door open, so did your mouth. “Come eat dinner. It’s gonna get co- I’m not hungry”, he cut you off. You got up from your seat at the table and forced him to sit down. He sighed heavily. “What do you want, Y/n. You're driving me crazy. I have enough shit from work and now you're being so demanding.” You scoff. You don’t know where it came from but a fire set ablaze in your eyes and all you felt was irritation.

I can make you mad, I can make you scream

“I’m the one driving you crazy!? I’ve just been looking after you and trying to help you through this stress. But suddenly I’m the problem? You know what? I’m tired of this. You can’t just blame me for shit I didn’t even know of. I’m trying to be a good girlfriend and for what? For you just to come home and berate me when you feel like it?” You were breathing heavily by now and the anger consumed you. “Well, you’re not the one working are you? You’re not the one earning money. You’re not the one putting food on the table. You’re not th- But I’m the one trying to make this relationship survive!!!”, you cut him off because you couldn't bear to hear those words come from his mouth. He knew how much they hurt you. 

Your dad said the exact same words before leaving you on your own with your sick and dying mother. When your mother died, it left you in shambles. You were barely 12 then and so your aunt adopted you. And she treated you like her own. She was the only family you had left until you met Seungmin. But now it feels like she was and still is the only family you have left.

Seungmin huffed before taking a bite of food. But, he immediately spit back out along with his venomous words. “What the fuck is this!? It’s salty as hell! And you wonder why I’m not eating this shit.” Before you could even process his words, you heard the front door shut. You were all alone now. Again.

I can make you cry

After taking a shower you had no strength to do anything else. It wasn’t exactly a physical problem. You were just mentally and emotionally exhausted. You laid down in bed and curled yourself in a tight ball, with the blankets covering you. You felt vulnerable and weak. Like you couldn’t do anything to save your once perfect relationship with Seungmin. Suddenly your face began to feel wet. You were crying. But now, you were beyond the point of just crying. You were sobbing uncontrollably. 

Did he fall out of love with you? Or was he just playing you all along? Did he find someone already and he was waiting for a perfect chance to break up? Why did he change? Was it because of you? Or was this his true self and you were too blinded by love to realize it? What happened to that sweet smile that was always hidden behind the camera? What happened to his velvety laughs that would echo through the night? What went wrong..?

You ended up crying yourself to sleep but when you woke up, you found that you had a cold. It must’ve been from the crying last night. You felt your head pounding from all sides. You quickly went to the kitchen and took some painkillers. If Seungmin was here right now, he would be the one taking care of you. Does he even want to be here?

“No. Stop thinking about him, Y/n. He’s the reason you’re like this.”, you thought out loud. You hated the thought of even contacting him in the state you were in, but you needed someone there while you were sick.

Calling all day but I never pick up, instead of pulling my weight always pushin’ my luck

So you called him.

No answer.

Called him again…

No answer.

The cycle went on a couple more times before you sent a voice message. 

“Hey, Baby. I’m sorry for what happened last night. I didn’t mean to yell at you like that and I understand that you’re also busy and stressed. But can you please come home? I just really need you here right now.”

It has now been several days and your fever isn't getting any better. You spend most of your time in bed but force yourself to take medicine and find something to eat. Left with no choice, you called your friend.

Yuna came over in no time, making sure that you weren’t hurt. But she could clearly see how much you were burning up and the immediate help you needed. She nursed you over the weekend until you were okay. When she asked about Seungmin and found out what happened, she tried her best to convince you to leave him. She always knew that he would do no good for you. But you wouldn’t listen. You refused to. It was only a fight between the two of you. He'd come back to you. Right?

You gave me all that I could take, yeah I take it all for granted. Head up in the clouds, yeah I'll never understand it

Seungmin didn't even return until a full three months later. When he arrived, he wouldn't even look at you. Even though he laid beside you to sleep at night, there was nothing but a wall between you two. It was suffocating you. But it clearly wasn't having the same effect on Seungmin. He would giggle in the middle of the night at some tiktoks he was watching, not minding that he'd wake you up.

It was all so frustrating but you just couldn't find it in you to leave him. Well... that's what you thought at first.

Love no longer remained and if there was any, it was fully one-sided. You were sick of this. The constant mental torture was doing you no good and it slowly killed you. It didn't feel as if you were even a couple. You felt like a caretaker. That's not what you bargained for when you started this relationship.

You tried everything in the books to get him to open up to you. Only to learn, that he was just getting tired of you. You no longer interested him. Or so he said,

"Meh. I've just been bored and trying to find a better entertainment source."

You were so fed up with his, if not irritated, nonchalant attitude. When would he realize that he was hurting you. This internal rage was constantly being built up and you just couldn't handle it anymore.

So you opted for the only choice left. To leave him.

I can make you leave. I can make you hate me for everything.

You packed your clothes and belongings into every box and suitcase you could afford and sent it off to your aunt's. You had already told her of the plan and she agreed. Now all that was left was for him to return home. Time ticked by and the anticipation was killing you. Your knee bounced furiously. You were chewing on your thumb nail until you heard the click of the front door. An exhausted Seungmin stepped through.

"Hey, Seungie. Can we talk?"

He groaned as he walked past you. "Let's talk tomorrow. I'm too tired."

"No. We need to talk like now. It's really important. Please?"

Seungmin rolled his eyes before walking back over to you. "What's so important that you're disturbing my rest?"

You nervously fiddled with your hands. It was more nerve-wracking than you thought. You mustered up the last of your courage you had left and looked him in the eye.

"Let's break up."

"What?"

"Let's go our own seperate ways and break up."

"Okay." He waved you off as he headed to the bedroom to sleep.

Shocked wasn't exactly how you'd describe yourself. To be honest, you kind of expected this. They way he brushed things off so easily wasn't new to you. So you didn't even cry. You just grabbed what you had left and made your way to your aunt's house.

As soon as she embraced you, that's when you let your tears fall. It hurt all too much. Everything that Seungmin had been doing to you for the past two years were spilled out in the hour long conversation shared between you and your aunt. Your hatred only continued to grow for Seungmin and soon, all that was left was hatred for him.

Seungmin didn't even notice that you never came to bed. In fact, everything you previously said flew over his head from his exhaustion. It wasn't until he had awoken that he realized you were nowhere in sight. At first he assumed that you may have went to cook breakfast or collect grocceries. But then he remembered what happened last night. He covered his mouth and his eyes began to water.

He began remembering the horrible things he's been saying to you. He didn't mean any of it. Most of the time it wasn't even directed towards you. It was just pure exhaustion. He only tried to come off as happy so he wouldn't upset you. But that only seemed to make it worse.

What he chose to do though, was give you time. He knew he wasn't the exact person you wanted to talk to at the moment. He shook his head at himself. You'd be back in a week hopefully. That's what he thought up until he felt like the house was a little too empty. SO he checked every nook and cranny. None of your belongings remained. No toothbrush, no clothes, no books, no devices, no personal items. Not even your scent lingered.

God, what had he done?

Calling all day, trynna make things right

Seungmin quickly grabbed his phone and called you. His fingers ran through his hair as the call never made it through time and time again. Now he was extremely worried. What if something happened to you?

So he called your closest friend, Yuna. She picked up rather quickly.

"The hell do you want, assface?" She said almost immediately.

Seungmin swallowed hard before asking her, "Do you know where y/n is? I haven't been able to reach her. Do you know if she's okay?"

"Shouldn't you be able to know the whereabouts of your own girlfriend?"

"Look I really don't know and I'm worried. Something went on last night and she's not home. Now my calls aren't getting through and I don't know what to think."

"Well to me, it looks like she finally took my advice. Have a horrible day, bitch." And with that, Yuna hung up.

"FUCK!!" Seungmin cursed loudly as he flung his phone across the room. Had you really left him? Was he that horrible of a person? He chuckled. Who was he kidding? Of course he was that horrible. The amount of pain he must've inflicted on you. His heart clenched.

He began crying as that was all there was to do left.

It's been a couple of months and both of you were trying to move on. Was it easy? No. At least you both tried though. But fate seemed to have other plans.

Just to fuck it all up when I see you tonight. Since you told me hit the road, I've been runnin' on empty, If anything I know it's how to ruin a happy ending

It was a Friday night and Seungmin chose to spend it at a local bar. Guess that bar must've been a little too local. Because there you were, standing just 20 feet away from him. Seungmin could feel his heartbeat accelerate. He so desperately wanted to run and hug you. It felt like hell without you.

You were no longer there to remind him that he was loved. You were no longer there wishing him good nights and good mornings. You were no longer there to cook him his everyday meals. You were no longer there to give him a goodbye kiss.

But you were here, with another man. Seungmin knew he had no right but he couldn’t help but feel jealous. You told him that you’d always be his so why was it different now? Truth was, he knew the answer. Anger and jealousy blinded him though.

He stomped the whole way over there and yanked you by the wrist. “Who’s this!?” He asked angrily. “What the fuck, Seungmin! Why the hell are you here!?” Seungmin didn’t even hear you as he suddenly flung his fist into the dude’s face.

You grabbed Seungmin by the collar and pulled him towards you, landing a hard smack on his face. “Stop, you fucking asshole.”

He immediately snapped out of it. Seungmin looked at you apologetically but it was already too late. He could see it in your eyes. The disgust, hat and annoyance. How could he do that to you?

”Wait, y/n…”

And he couldn’t even salvage it. So he left. That’s all he could do. He knew you wouldn’t take him back. When he thought about it, he wouldn’t take himself back either. So he began drinking. Drinking all the pain away.

But I can’t make you come back to me

He’d lost you completely and there was nothing he could do. He wanted to scream at you that you couldn’t leave him. But he knew he was in the wrong. On your wedding day he watched as you posted the photos. You and some other dude instead of you and him.

He couldn’t find the strength in him to go to the actual event. He’d lose control if he did. He wanted to tell you,

“I’m sorry.”

But what good would that do. If he truly wanted you to be happy, he’d leave you alone, and that’s what he did. He watched you from afar. He still cried from time to time. He was happy for you. But he had to admit,

“But, I still wan’t you.” ~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~ a.n: this has been on pause for 3 months now😭 and idk if ya caught on to the 2nd song at the end but yeah. Anyways, hope ya enjoyed bc this has been a long awaited fix. Sry to anyone who was waiting. Have a great day/night!!! Love y’all!!🫶💕💗

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BACK ON MY BS AGAIN HELLOOOO

Jamil taking care of a Poisoned MC??

Tw for obvious reasons

I'm loosing my mind over this

So let's say you regularly hang out in sacrabia after the overblot incident, and just about everyone there gets along with you well and really enjoys your presence, especially Kalim.

On the other hand, Jamil pretty much despises you. You were already basically flaunting the whole "prefect hero" thing, and now you're spending extended time at his dorm? Acting as another mouth to feed and clean up after? He's so annoyed.

You, on the other hand, have a crush in Jamil. And are constantly trying to do subtle things for him. Like cleaning up, Cooking when you can, helping out around sacrabia in general

Jamil notices, and he hates it. He thinks he's being treated like some bomb waiting to set off any minute, by you and the rest of scarabia. He knows he did something wrong, he knows he could've hurt a lot of people, including himself, when he overblotted. But that doesn't mean he's going to just up and do it again. He doesn't need your pity.

Buuttt, little by little he starts to tolerate you.

One day, some way or another, you eat some food before Kalim just because you know how cautious he has to be and want to make sure he's comfortable, and also to make sure Jamil won't have to.

And surprise surprise!! It's Poisoned.

As soon as you start showing symptoms, Jamil is already on it. He's got an anitode ready, your head is in Kalim's lap and Jamil has to hold your nose so that it goes down smoothly.

Jamil starts to realize how panicked he is on the inside, despite not showing it.

Your stomach feels like it's being stabbed violently, and you're curled up and basically immobile. Kalim is panicking and crying, and Jamil is trying to calmly explain to him that you're going to be fine.

Jamil and Kalim end up helping you to a guest room and get you settled in the bed while the poison antidote takes effect.

Kalim stays by your side basically the whole time, and even though Jamil is trying to continue his afternoon where it left off, your condition is nagging him.

Eventually he goes back to your room as it gets dark, and reassures Kalim that he can go to bed, and that you'd be alright.

He stays for a moment after Kalim leaves.

"How are you feeling?" Jamil asks, walking to your bedside and pressing a cold, callused palm to your head to check your temperature. You whine in pain, and Jamil feels a small twinge of dread in his stomach. His face is passive as ever as he gently moves your face, opening your eyelids to look at the blood vessles, opening your mouth to make sure it wasn't miscolored, various other tasks to make sure the antidote was working. You hardly register anything he's doing, and it almost scares him to see you so weak. So pained.

He should be annoyed, right? You carelessly did something for the ever oblivious Kalim, and poisoned yourself in the process. You just ended up being another responsibility to shoulder.

But he's also so scared. Your pained breaths increase as you roll to your side, curled into a fetal position.

"It hurts..." You whisper. The words are pitiful, and they sharply pull at his heart. He sits on the bed, brushing your hair out of your face and pressing his cool palm to your head again, and this time, you lean into the touch.

"Do you want me to hynotise you?" Jamil asks, gently. He doesn't know why he asked that, let alone why he said it so tenderly, but you crack an eye open for a minute before shutting it tightly as another intense wave of pain washes over you. Jamil rubs your back soothingly as you curl into yourself more.

"It's just to put you to sleep, and help you sleep well. You won't hurt as much as you are now, I promise. It's just till morning." He clarifies. You're silent for a moment, besides your deep, controlled breaths as you try to work through the pain. And then you nodd.

"-please. please."-is all you manage to get out. Jamil is relived. He cradles your face with both hands, facing you towards him, but your eyes are shut tight.

"I need you to open your eyes, prefect." He says, softly, tenderly. When you do, he's quick to use his unique magic. He's never felt more relived when you start to settle, and calm down under his gaze.

"You will sleep well and undisturbed until the poison passes." He says, and just like that, you're asleep in his arms. He suddenly realizes how close his face is to your own, but he doesn't reel away like he would have before. For a split second, he thinks about kissing you. The thought is like a splash of cold water, and he sits back up again. He doesn't want to leave, so he sits in the chair that Kalim had left behind.

He stayes by your bedside the whole night.

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[ivystoryweaver]

On My Knees Part 2

Based on this request by @whatthefishh: “are you sure? once i start i don’t think i’m able to stop” + Steven Grant 🙈❤️

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In which you are a simpering mess for this adorkable man

Content: f!reader, Part 2: nsfw, cursing, fluff, pining, dry humping, kissing, some other fun stuff, food, not beta'd

Word Count: 2.1k

Taking you literally, he holds his hands up for inspection, turning them over adorably before thrusting them out toward you. "These hands won't let you down, boss."

God wouldn't you love to put those hands to work, really bossing him around. Or he could be the boss - you didn't really care at this point. Just...anything involving Steven's hands and his willingness to please. Every time you close your eyes you can almost imagine those brown eyes gazing up at you from between your legs...

Focus.

Steven is still holding out his hands so you extend your own for a professional handshake. "Welcome to the team. Or - welcome back, rather."

The warmth of his palm enveloping your own sends a wave of desire surging through you.

Steven holds on a bit longer than most people would, his gaze falling on yours. "Thank you. Really. You don't know what this means to me."

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Steven promised you his hands wouldn't let you down, and he does not disappoint. His deep love for, and knowledge of, Egyptology, combined with his somewhat theatrical presentation makes him the most popular tour guide on staff.

Every day that passes makes you more proud of him, thrilled for him, even. He's flourishing, and you played a small role in it. The last thing you want to do is discredit his success with a fling. He's earned this job, so you keep your crush to yourself...to your utter, ongoing frustration.

"Knock, knock."

The very voice that floats through the Egyptian wing, tormenting you daily, causes you to glance up from your computer screen.

"Steven, hi! Come in," you warmly greet, rising to meet him.

His dark eyes glint with mischief as he holds his hands behind his back. "I have a surprise for you."

"For me?" You innocently ask, your skin heating up simply from his presence in your office.

He reveals the surprise, presenting it to you like an offering. "It's Jenna's birthday, so...I got you a corner piece. You like strawberry, right? Your favorite?"

Steven saved you a piece of birthday cake...with extra frosting...that just so happens to be your favorite flavor? You thank him profusely, closing your office door in the process.

"Share it with me," you offer, shivering as his fingers brush against yours when he hands you the little plate.

His eyes darken and his lips part. "I had a piece already."

"Oh." Fighting disappointment, you take a seat on the nearest chair. "Will you sit with me then?"

He nods, his handsome face relaxing into a soft smile. "Love to."

Now you're stuck eating a decadent dessert with your crush watching you - an absolutely terrible idea. But you know Steven well enough by now. He'll always talk, if given the chance.

"So tell me about the birthday party. I'm sorry I missed it."

You chomp away at your corner piece as he rattles off some museum gossip, but you notice, after a few sentences, his speech slows and his breathing increases.

Feeling self-conscious, you set your plate and fork down on the edge of your desk. "Is something on my face?"

"Yeah, sorry, um..." The tip of his tongue darts out to wet his lips. Then he leans forward, into your personal space.

Oh god, oh god...

Extending his thumb, he sheepishly smiles. "May I?"

"Y-yes," you murmur, releasing a trembling breath as he uses the pad of his thumb to swipe a smearing of frosting from the corner of your mouth.

That touch alone sends a wave of heat down to your core.

"There now," he whispers, dark eyes fixed on your mouth a moment too long. "Just a little mess." Easing back, his eyes flicker from the glob of frosting to your eyes, and back again.

Then he puts his thumb into his mouth and sucks it clean.

"Oh god..."

Brown eyes snap back to yours, wide with surprise. His mouth is still wrapped around his thumb. Now you realize you moaned out loud.

Pulling his thumb out with a pop, a dusting of red sprinkles his cheeks. "You alright, love?" His voice comes out a little choked.

You don't answer. You can't, afraid your voice might betray you again.

"I'm sorry 'bout that," he hastily offers, shifting back in his chair and running his palms over his thighs. "Just a bit taken with you, is all. Not very professional, I suppose. Don't tell my boss?"

The pitch of his voice ascends cutely as he echoes the night you hired him - the night he hugged you, and the last time he touched you until today. You suddenly realize that Steven Grant is a bit of a smooth talker.

He just bounded right into your office in the middle of the work day, touched your face every so casually, got you all worked up and is now joking and smiling his way out of it, his eternally long lashes brushing pink cheeks as if his actions are innocent?

Clearing your throat, you decide it's now or never. Folding your arms over your chest, you lean back in your chair smugly, mirroring his pose. "And what if I tell your boss?" You tease. "What would I tell her?"

Shifting slightly, Steven exhales shakily, but he's ready to answer. In fact, he fires right back, as if he's been waiting to say the words. "That's she's beautiful. And kind. Bloody brilliant. And I think about her all the time."

Before you can respond, or completely short circuit, his gaze fixes on yours. Easing out of his chair, he kneels in front of you. "Then I'd get on my knees and beg her not to fire me."

"She's not going to fire you," you whisper, your legs falling open to make room for him as he inches closer. "But she needs you to beg a little longer."

"Does she now?" His eyes dance over your parted lips, down the column of your throat to your heaving breasts, neatly tucked in your work blouse. Drifting lower, his gaze lands on the core of you.

Lifting his hands, he grazes the inside of your thighs with his knuckles, smiling to himself as your breath hitches. So responsive, and he's barely done a thing.

"Could I touch you? Please," he rasps, turning his hands over to spread his fingers across your thighs, palms pressing down possessively.

Even through the fabric of your trousers, the heat of his strong fingers sets you on fire as he inches upward, dangerously high.

"Yes," you gasp, leaning forward. Stretching out your fingers, you thread them into his curls. "Please touch me."

"I thought I was the one supposed to be begging," he roughly whispers, one hand finding the center of you, cupping your mound.

"God, Steven," you moan, your hips canting forward wantonly.

"Look at you," he marvels, "Wanted to touch you for so long. Never thought you'd let me."

He pushes his middle finger between your clothed folds, watching your face contort with desire, feeling the heat of you but desperate for more.

"Why wouldn't I let you?" You choke out, tugging on his curls to get him to look at you. "I thought I was being so obvious, wanting you like this."

He groans, releasing his scandalous hold on you. "If this is what you want, you hide your feelings quite well, actually." Sliding his hands up your arms, he pushes up on his knees and pulls your face down to his. "Can I kiss you? Please."

The solid warmth of his chest nestles between your spread legs as his lips brush yours. Sucking gently, one at a time, with agonizing tenderness, he parts the seam of your lips with his tongue.

You’ve wanted Steven Grant for months, but this? Him kissing you, holding you - this, you were not expecting. This is romance. This is absolute heaven.

His fingertips dig into the nape of your neck as he licks hotly into your mouth. Just the heat of his breath has you arching into him, tugging his dark waves and moaning into his mouth.

"Love the sounds you make," he pants, even as you lose your balance, tumbling down into his lap.

Your legs spread across his thighs and this is the first look - or rather, the first feel you get of the bulge in his pants.

Somehow he manages to ease you down right on top of him, here in the middle of your office floor - the core of you pressing against the heavy, straining length of him. What you feel is not small and you groan at the thought of seeing it with no clothing to hinder you.

Attempting to steady yourself, you grip his shoulders, mouth going dry at the hidden strength of the defined muscles there. Once you get a grip, you hoist yourself forward, grinding down.

His cock twitches as you tug the corner of your lip between your teeth, lashes temptingly fluttering.

Strong hands grip your hips, dragging you forward, pushing you back - then again, and again, and you wriggle until he hits that perfect spot.

"Steven, fuck, that feels good," you gasp, your head falling back, exposing the skin of your neck.

"Can't believe you're lettin' me do this," he pants against your throat, the two of you rocking in a steady rhythm. "Want you so bad. All this time."

His mouth finds yours again and he pushes his hands up the curve of your back, pulling you down hard as he thrusts up into you faster. Not a shred of clothing has been discarded, but the delicious friction - the drag of fabric against your clit - the heavy, hot weight of his cock has you so close.

So you tell him. Or you want to, anyway, but he's kissing you and you're struck by the duality that is Steven, finding that you're not at all surprised that he has you dry humping him on your office floor while giving you what is definitely the best kiss of your life.

His words are honey sweet and sexy and a little wrong. This is wrong - you both know it, and you can't care.

"Want you too, Steven," you mewl, "I'm so close."

A sound unlike anything you've heard from this sweet, beautiful man rumbles deep in his chest. "You're gonna come for me like this? God. Haven't even touched you."

Your eyes drift close in rapture, the pace between you quickening as you chase your release.

Then you feel a strong grip on your jaw. "Open your eyes," he commands. "Wanna see you when you come." His free hand slips around the curve of your ass, squeezing possessively and pushing you even harder against him.

"S-Steven," you pant, wrecked by the expression on his face - cheeks flushed, eyes dark, a drop of sweat rolling down his temple. Curls wild and loose, falling over one eye. Kiss-swollen lips, parted, panting right along with you.

It's enough to send you right over the edge. You come with a breathy moan, months of tension releasing as wave after wave of pleasure washes over you. You gasp Steven's name as he talks you through it, your body going limp in his arms as your movements slow and finally pause.

He kisses you again, catching your breathless pants in his mouth and you feel him smile. Smoothing his hand over your cheek, he touches his forehead to yours and tells you how beautiful you are.

You realize, then, what a mess you must be - clothes disheveled, makeup smeared - there's probably still frosting somewhere, and now there's a damp, delicious mess between your legs.

You're still draped across Steven's lap, and he's so hard, but waiting patiently for you to come back to yourself.

"God, Steven, that was..." You gulp in some air, soothed, rather than embarrassed by the way he stares at you.

"Good, yeah?" He questions, cheekily.

"So good," you breathe, surging forward to kiss him again. Your hands slide up the sides of his neck to tangle in his hair and you press yourself back down on his erection.

He groans, thrusting lazily as you break the kiss.

"I guess I better get on my knees and beg you not to get me fired," you whisper, your nose crinkling with a smile.

He gasps as you climb off his lap, kneeling beside him. You reach between your bodies to tauntingly stroke him before your fingers find the buckle of his belt. "Can I?"

"Oh god, yes, please," he quickly nods, working with you to get his pants open.

Meeting his eyes one more time, you ask, "Are you sure? Once I start I don’t think I'll be able to stop."

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[mywifealhaitham]

various genshin valentine's headcanons ♡

⚠: mentions of a shotgun in mikas, lazy writing

a/n: I almost threw up and passed out in the process of writing this :3

albedo - ♡ • he draws you! he isn't experienced in gift giving or dates so he just goes with something he's familiar with • Klee stops by to give you two a drawing of all three of you holding hands and he hangs it up by his workplace smiling like the proud brother he is

alhaitham - ♡ • he gets you books he likes and commented on himself (DORK! NERD! LOSER! affectionate) every other page is a little note from him consisting of the meaning of this is actually... to this idiot reminds me of Kaveh, don't you agree? •he also takes you to a nice restaurant in sumeru and pays • like halfway through the date he forgot flowers and called up kaveh to buy them! he does not! and alhaitham makes him pay!

amber - ♡ • she got you your very own plushie! it matches with baron bunny and doesn't explode! • she takes you on a nice picnic where you two match outfits and feed eachother cake • she immediately gets home and writes to collei about everything while kicking her feet and twirling her hair

arataki Itto - ♡ • oh my god he gets you the largest bouquet of flowers ever like four members of the Arataki gang have to hold then Shinobu is deadpanning in the corner • with granny onis advice he also takes you on a picnic! unlike Amber's peaceful one yours is not! he makes the Arataki gang play instruments while Shinobu is dressed in a suit and is severing you two food

barbara - ♡ • she gets you two matching outfits! hers is baby blue and yours is light orange so it compliments eachother • she definitely sings you a love song behind the cathedral and you two giggle and dance and hold hands man I love barbara

beidou - ♡ • she gets you.... drunk! yep she's hosting a valentine's day party on the crux with plenty of drinks • after the wild party when you two are stumbling back to her room theyres some nice flowers laid out on the bed • she tries to woo you but passes out on you... I mean she tried!

bennett - ♡ • he got you some flowers but they withered away then he made you some sweets and accidentally mixed the salt and sugar! • he's very bummed for how everything turned out, he wanted this day too be accident free! • it's ok to make up for it you two walk around the town holding hands while you pray that the boxes that some people are carrying aren't gonna crush you and Bennett

candace - ♡ • she gets you a nice jeweled necklace! she carefully puts it on you and kisses your cheek • since the desert isn't the ideal place she keeps you inside we're you too spend quality time together • right before you go to bed she kisses you all over telling you how much she loves you

chongyun - ♡ • writing for characters I dont really know anything about is stressful sweats profusely • he probably gets you the standard flowers however for the date he takes you ghost hunting • by the end of day he's disappointed that he can't find any ghosts so you say that maybe they didn't want to ruin your date and now he's planning to go ghost hunting on a different day what have you done!

collei - ♡ • she gets you one of those valentine's cards you'd get for every kid in your elementary school class • it took her like 20 tries to perfect the card and when she did she threw it at you and ran • when she came home cyno and tighnari were sitting at a table with all the failed attempts of cards on said table. scariest thing collei has ever experienced

cyno - ♡ • he gets you a joke book to use on him. yes he fully expects you to pull out the book and start saying jokes like he does • he does get you flowers and brings you to a nice restaurant using his mass amounts of maha-mora (winks I'm so funny right winks again plz) • he told so many jokes that night you're just about done with his dorky mouth

diluc - ♡ • he gets you some nice jewelry this man is rich rich • he of course makes a candlelit dinner and sets up a table in the dawn winery fields • the maids fan over you both and start spreading rumors that you're gonna get married

diona (platonic) - ♡ • makes you your favorite non alcoholic drink. she'll MAYBE make you an alcoholic one but she'll spit in it • drags you to wind rise and forces you to make her a picnic. she'll violently rip flowers out of the ground and give them to you :3

eula - ♡ • she gets you the classic flowers and like necklace combo. the necklace is blue to remind you of her • she also took you to a restaurant and someone ruined your date by crashing into your table. she swore vengeance on the entire holiday of valentine's day

faruzan - ♡ • tbh I dont know shit about her • she makes you get her gifts and flowers. she also makes you pay for everything because she is a poor unfortunate lady boohoo • she wears one of those hot dresses so it's worth it

fischl - ♡ • forces diluc to decorate the patio of the dawn winery in purple fairy lights and asks his maids to cook something for you two • dilucs like erm ok I guess he's so lost and taken aback. also she got Oz to make hearts in the sky for you :3 • fischl gets you matching bracelets she made herself please wear it everyday or she will sob

ganyu - ♡ • she gets you flowers right as she sees you because she will accidentally eat them • gets Ningguang to let her use a nice part of the jade chamber for a nice date • at the end of the day you make her nap because SHE NEEDS IT! so hardworking! so smart! what a girl!

gorou - ♡ • he is so nervous the entire day... he tries to swoon you but embarrasses himself badly • he gets you a sentimental gift like a painting of your first date area or something! • you made him dog treats as a joke. he devoured them. what a day!

hu tao - ♡ • you woke up and she SMOTHERED you in kisses and hugs, if you didn't know any better you'd think she wanted you to be her next client • she planned the entire day and it's very sweet and cute. she takes you shopping then walks around liyue hand in hand with you. she kisses your hand at the end of the day saying that she'll stick with you through life and death

jean - ♡ • another hardworker that takes off the day for you! she prepares a nice candlelit dinner like half the cast 😊 • she gets you a necklace and while she puts it around you she swears to be your knight forever then kisses your neck

kaedehara kazuha - ♡ • in the morning he wakes you up with the sweetest of kisses then reads you some poems • beidou insists on having him bring you along to the crux annual valentine's day party but he says he just wants to spend time with you • he has you lay on his lap while the sun sets while he strokes his hair and declares his love for you (kazuha HIT MY LINE)

kaeya - ♡ • gets you an expensive wine he bought off of diluc, it's in your favorite flavor and everything • he takes you to starsnatch cliff and tells you stories he's heard about the stars, most of them are from the long forgotten parts of his childhood • kaeya actually didn't buy the wine bottle he got venti to steal it so your lucky if diluc doesn't doesn't marching towards you looking angry!

kamisato ayaka - ♡ • she gets you a matching fan! she thinks it both brings out your beauty and cools you off during hotter days • she then takes you shopping around inazuma, everything is on her! • when your both almost ready for bed she'll insists on doing a small waltz with you in your bedroom

kamisato ayato - ♡ • he takes the whole day off surprisingly • normally he doesn't spend alot of time with you because he's very busy but today all his attention is on you • overall you two just chat about everything ranging from politics to what crime did itto commit this week over some nice thoma cooked food

keqing - ♡ • another hardworking women we love to see it • keqing is very classy and also rents out a small spot on the jade chamber for you both • she gets you a bracelet and a Rex lapis Keychain. she does not look you in the eye when your excited about it

klee (platonic)- ♡ • when she was in confinement jean made her make valentine's for all her friends in mondstat! she put her heart into all of them, yours especially • she hands you the card in which she drew you two playing with bombs along with a heart shaped lollipop • she also did the cute little leg hug thing and said happy valentine's day best sibling ever (I LOVE LITTLE KIDS THEYRE SO ADORABLE!!!)

kujou sara - ♡ • she gets you some hand picked flowers! • since crime never stops she unfortunately has to leave for the day, but she sends you off with a kiss • when she gets home you run her a nice bath and massage her tense shoulders

kuki shinobu - ♡ • the worst idea of her entire life was telling itto about her date • he insisted in helping her by adding a special arataki touch to the day • by arataki touch he means the arataki gang scaring off everyone at the restaurant and playing horrible music • she apologized so much at home but you just kissed her and said the best part of the day was her !! (itto thought he did so good and starting advertising a entertainment service....)

layla - ♡ • when you went to sleep the night before she was still working so you didn't know what she was doing while you slept • she promised herself not to work and take a break for once! she just wanted to snuggle you • before she went to bed she put some fresh flowers in a vase next to your bed with a note

lisa - ♡ • she set up a little table in the library with some fresh flowers and a basket of fruit and sweets • her gift to you was some of her favorite books which she reads to you! • she's a bit lazy so she rather do some of her favorite activities than deal with the hussle and bussle of mondstat couples

mona - ♡ • she takes you stargazing for sure! she tells you about every star you point out • seeing you so interested in the stars so much she gets you a telescope! • as you look at planets in the sky and gasp them, she only smiles softly at you knowing the money she spent was worth it

nahida (platonic) - ♡ • she's so hyped because one of her first real valentine's day! with her bestfriend! • she hand picks some flowers for you then knocks at your door • it's early in the morning but when this sweet child is at your door with some flowers and the brightest smile ever you can't really complain

nilou - ♡ • she dedicates a whole dance to you! it's a lengthy dance and she's elegant with the whole process • afterward she tells you how much you mean to her then extends her hand because her gift to you is the art of dance! • she holds you tight as you two dance the night away

ningguang - ♡ • gets you the most elegant clothes pieces ever, like your even afraid of wearing them incase a stitch snaps • surprisingly she's humble with her date spot, preferring a nice field instead of a five star restaurant • she picks a beautiful glaze lily for you and puts it behind your ear

noelle - ♡ • she makes you a whole meal • at first the meal was only for you but you insisted that she take a break and eat with you. she took the offer and got to know you better

qiqi (platonic)- ♡ • she probably forgot all about valentine's day so baizhu had to remind her • she probably just made you a quick card and picked some silk flowers for you • she also took you to her favorite napping spot for a nice nap !! you deserve it and don't worry qiqi will be your litte guardian

raiden shogun - ♡ • miss ei has experienced alot of valentine's days but actually never had a date for herself • miko would sometimes get her some flowers as a thanks for being my friend but other than that her knowledge is limited • so she gets you a nice bouquet and takes you on a walk around inazuma • she shares stories of the land while you two walk into dusk

razor - ♡ • another person who probably doesn't know what valentine's day is • bennett and fischl told him all about it and he was intrigued • he picks you some fruit and some lamp grass • he spends the whole day with you!

rosaria - ♡ • she probably just takes you to angels share and let's you get whatever you want, it's on her • on the walk she'll put a stray flower that fell out of someone's bouquet into your hair while giving you a kiss on the cheek, a silent vow to protect you forever

sangonomiya kokomi - ♡ • she sets up a seaside table with some delicious looking food she made herself • headcanon but autistic Kokomi and her special intrests are war strategies and sealife • she'll take you on a walk and excitedly point at all the small creatures, spitting facts about them left and right

sayu (platonic)- ♡ • she doesn't really care for lovely dovey stuff and probably gets annoyed at all the pinks and reds around inazuma • however she does get you a small plush and some flowers she picked, afterwards though she immediately goes to sleep

shenhe - ♡ • ever since you became her s/o cloud retainer has been going on and on about couple stuff • a topic that came up was valentine's day, so cloud retainer suggested doing some of her favorite activities together • however most of shenhes favorite activities are either training or meditation so if your fine with that then good for you!

shikanoin heizou - ♡ • when you wake up he's missing and the only thing left behind is a note and a map with some things circled • you followed the map and soon found out every circled point had some gift for you awaiting patiently • eventually when you reach the end heizou is waiting for you with a nice dinner

sucrose - ♡ • she makes you some sort of artifical flower with albedos help! • she also makes you help her on her lab and when you pour a certain chemical in it makes a heart • that's the boldest you'll ever see her

tartaglia - ♡ • childe always used to buy a big stuff animal and flowers for his siblings for valentine's day, but now he has you to spoil! • you wake up and turn to silence your alarm clock and there's like a huge vase full of flowers • you find alot of gifts scattered around the house, all signed with a love, ajax ♡

thoma - ♡ • he's so excited!! he's such a dork for cheesy days like valentine's day! • he's stuck between just being himself or being romantic, in the end he chooses being himself • being himself means a nice walk stopping to feed all the stray animals and a nice warm home-cooked dinner later in the day

tighnari - ♡ • deep in my bones I feel like he just doesn't care about valentine's day at all • he'll pick you some special flowers he's been growing himself for months just for today but like he doesn't careee • he'll be nicer to you when he gives you your gift of a jar of herbs that can help cure alot of things... but he says he doesn't caree... suree....

venti (platonic) - ♡ • you never really cared for valentine's day nor did your mischievous little friend so you both decided to cause chaos • chaos as in stealing some wine from diluc and fake argue out loud to ruin couples dates • at the end of the day he takes you to windrise were he makes a toast to your long lasting friendship

wanderer - ♡ • valentine's day?? love?? affection?? EWWW thumbs DOWN!! • ^ he proceeded to say but you don't fail to notice that he's a bit more affectionate today hmm.... • he doesn't get you alot because he has to keep up his eww valentine's day persona however if you pass something you like he might buy it.... just maybe...

xiangling - ♡ • she makes you food duhh! she knows exactly what you likes so she incorporates your favorite flavors into new recipes • she makes guoba wear a little suit while severing you two the meals she made • she spoon feeds you and gets super excited when you like her cooking!!

xiao - ♡ • another eww valentine's day guy but alot mode toned down.. • he just... doesn't care at all. but for you he'll try • he makes you a plate of almond tofu along with a small bunch of flowers, he's so embarrassed he kinda just teleports away

xingqiu - ♡ • he plans an adventure for the both of you! he'll lead you through monsters and almost dangerous path, but do not fret he is here to protect his leige from all harm! • the real date area is a old swinging bench he found awhile back! it's not the most scenic but it's the thought that counts • he brings a book you both enjoy so he can read for you (aww how cute now come home c6 Xingqiu.)

xinyan - ♡ • probably gets xiangling to make you guys your favorite food! you two eat and happily chat away • afterwards she takes you to the shore were she plays a softer love song on her guitar

yae miko - ♡ • she's extra flirty today. normally she's sly and makes you flustered but today she gets real bold • she takes you to a nice restaurant and gives you your gift, which is a novel she likes • before you two part ways she gives you a big kiss

yanfei - ♡ • because I'm tired she probably just takes you on a nice outing, occasionally telling you about intresting court cases she had recently • madame ping saw you two holding hands and immediately went elderly grandma mode and asked thousands of questions

yaoyao (platonic) - ♡ • like faruzan I don't know much about her • probably made little valentine's day cards for her favorite people in liyue with includes you! • she also got you a hearted shaped lollipop

yelan - ♡ • like Sara she also is busy because sadly crime doesn't stop for valentine's day • however she does send flowers and chocolates to your workplace along with a note saying she'll meet her later

yoimiya - ♡ • fireworks? fireworks!!! • she makes a ton of heart-shaped fireworks for you and all the other couples but mostly you • she excitedly points up at the sky when they finally go off, her eyes scanning your face to look for satisfaction

yun jin - ♡ • I also don't know much about her • she probably preforms an opera about love to the people of liyue and during the parts were she sings about couples kissing and giving gifts she always winks at you in the crowd

zhongli - ♡ • this old soul probably does the classic candlelit dinner and some sort of jewelry gift • he's been alive for so long so this valentine's day means alot for him • after all, he's chosen you hundreds of times

dainsleif - ♡ • he also doesn't care for valentine's day alot, after all he's been alone for so long • on the actual day he takes you to an open field where the breeze is just right and the sky is clear • here he points out constellations he recognizes and tells you stories about them that should be long forgotten to time

kaveh - ♡ • one word: dramatic • probably steals alhaithams credit card and buys you the most beautiful flowers and the most elegant clothing ! • he takes you to an expensive restaurant were as you two eat he tells you all the latest gossip along with how much he loves you

mika - ♡ • he gives you a free assassination ticket with the biggest grin on his face • you're like what and he pulls out a shotgun still smiling • plz point to someone you hate and run • fandom mika is so funny never change him

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[writing-in-glitter-pen]

♡ Cooking With the Genshin Men ♡

Cooking together is such an adorable domestic moment, one that fills your home with warmth and love ♡ All the genshin men behave differently in the kitchen, they have their strengths and weaknesses. Some want to get involved in the process, some just love watching you work. All love sharing this activity with you ♡

Childe, Zhongli, Kaeya, Diluc x gender neutral reader || fluff, romance

Content Warnings: Lots of swearing in Childe's part, use of the term "pet" in Kaeya's part.

Childe can’t cook for shit but insists on helping. He follows you around the kitchen like a lost puppy, ending up as more of a hinderance than a helper. You’ll start a step and he’ll beg to finish it, saying something like, “take a load off, girlie! I’ll take over (with rizz).”, then fuck it up immensely. He fucks up in ways you didn’t think were possible. Even if he’s just stirring pasta sauce, you’ll end up having to clean it off the ceiling. He’ll get all dejected if you bench him, and you don’t like to see him pout, so you’ll have to get creative. “Darling, will you tie my apron? I just can’t reach back there…” you say, batting your big doe eyes at him. By God, will he tie that apron for you—with the goofiest crooked grin on his face. He’s such a fool for you. You find that delegating tasks like this, ones that have nothing to do with the actual food, to him is the best way to let him feel involved without it looking like an atomic bomb went off in your kitchen. You can ask him to fetch the colander off a high shelf, press the button on the salad spinner (with supervision, or else he might overdo it.), and preheat the oven. Make sure you thank him loads for his help with it, “I don’t know what I’d do without you~”, and throw in a kiss on the cheek for good measure. He’ll feel like your valuable little sous chef, and you’ll both have an edible dinner ♡

Zhongli’s food feels like heaven on your tongue but he takes forever in the kitchen. He’ll offer to make you lunch at noon and it’ll be done by eight o’ clock...the next morning. He doesn’t even notice it; one of the pitfalls of living for a millennia is a loss of his sense of time. That being said, his dishes, both cooked and baked, are divine. So you’ll just have to help him speed up the process. Whining that your hungry every fifteen minutes isn’t the most moral way to achieve that goal, but it definitely has an impact—despite how he hushes you with a, “Patience, sweetheart.”, or if you really bug him, “I am not beyond closing your mouth via physical means.”. You’re not sure what he means by “physical means”, but with the way his voice rumbles like an earthquake when he says it, you don’t want to find out. So you zip it. Another way to have the food ready in the same decade you ordered it is to help! Vegetables he'd otherwise sautee on simmer are softened and browned in five minutes with you on the stove. Meat he'd give an hour-long, full-body Swedish massage to is crushed to inch-thickness in mere moments with your mallet. You let him handle marinades--them being his specialty, but you have him start them days in advance, so he can flavor them to his standards and you won't be left waiting for dinner 'til you're a sun-bleached skeleton. Zhongli is used to taking things at a snail's pace, so he needs you in the driver's seat to hit the gas. Though, you equally need him to tell you when it's important to slow down. Cooking is not a loveless process, the amount of care he puts into food for you is a way of expressing his affections--he won't settle for anything less than perfect if it's on your plate. So he is happy to stand over a cauldron of broth all day, stirring it, adding in anything he believes might be missing, giving the water ample time to pull every last drop of flavor from the bones, all for it to be a moment of joy in your stomach. To him, any time he spends in service to you, no matter how tedious the task, is time well spent.

Kaeya is a fantastic cook, especially when he’s drunk, but he won’t share any of his secret recipes with you. He tells you it's because he's sworn to his family to never speak a breath of them...but really, he wants you to have to ask him to make it for you. And he will! Happily! It brings so much satisfaction to his soul to have you eat something he's made and it bring a smile to your face. It makes him feel valuable and like he's properly taking care of you--two things that deep down, he's quite insecure about. Not to mention, he goes wild for that pleading look in your eyes when you ask him to cook you a specific recipe you're craving. Despite how much he loves it, he just has to tease you for it; "Oh, look at you begging. I didn't realize I had a pet to feed.", his signature smirk adorning his face. He'll top it off with a kiss to your forehead, chuckling at your face contorted in offence. You can only stay mad for so long, as the moment you take your first bite, all you feel is smitten. Just like his skill as a flirt, he really is just that good. He'll soak in the sight of your content, dreamy face, fulfilled in how much you enjoy something he's made for you. Fulfilled in seeing first-hand how he has a positive impact on you--shooing away his internalized fears of not being enough. He's done something good. He's made you happy. And even if he pokes at you for it, he looks forward to you asking him to do it again.

Diluc knows the basics but really, he just isn’t all that into cooking. He has staff to handle that for him and, frankly, he doesn’t have time to pursue it as a hobby. But when you cook for him? You’ve made his day, his year, his life. He’ll replay the memory of the taste on his tongue and warm feeling in his heart over and over again to the point that he literally dreams about it. He’s just so touched that you made something for him. Putting love and effort into this dish with him in mind. He also likes to watch you when you cook; how you flit around the kitchen, the skill you demonstrate when you chop and season...and his front-row seat comes with perks--as you'll periodically hold out a spoon of sauce or broth for him to taste. There's something about you holding that spoon to his lips, the way you blow on it for him with your perfect lips, him sipping it with you gently supporting his chin that sends his mind reeling, his heart stuttering. He has to restrain himself from asking to marry you right then and there--the thought of you with his ring on your finger, of this dreamlike scene in the kitchen being a daily occurence, it's just too overwhelming to ignore. Maybe it's the way he feels doted on when you do so, he's at the mercy of your hands and you use them to care for him, to ask him his preferences on what you're making for him. There's really nothing better. He'll go to sleep that night with a warm feeling in his stomach and that composed smile on his on his face, hoping you'll cook for him again tomorrow.

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[baby--charchar]

Baby Vaggie and Autism!

Cw: description of a meltdown, based on my own experiences having them. Absolutely okay if anyone needs to skip this.

So it goes without saying that Vaggie is straight up autistic, not just autistic when she's regressed. However, Big Vaggie had been trained to SEVERELY mask as an exorcist, where there was no tolerance for burnout, sensory issues, or social fatigue. It probably crossed the lines into straight up abuse multiple times.

In Hell, she still tries to keep up that mask. Her urge to protect Charlie and her team leads her to giving herself no leeway to accommodate herself. I think that while she overall thrives with her newfound family, her constant masking is still tearing her apart. She likely had many shut-downs that others misinterpreted as her just being moody.

Learning to unmask probably began as it's own process apart from regression. But I feel that they likely converged after one major meltdown. Vaggie felt like a pressure cooker about to explode with everything going on, then something relatively small happened to break the camel's back so to speak. One minute she's silent on the couch in the lobby, filling out legal paperwork, then the next she's screaming her lungs out and flipping the table.

I imagine her meltdowns as rare but SEVERE. Lots of screaming, hyperventilating, pacing around the room, banging her head, and biting herself. Months and months of that pressure releasing in one instantaneous explosion.

Charlie would be so scared and wouldn't know what to do. She just wants to hold Vaggie, but every time she tries, Vaggie just panics more.

Lucifer doesn't REALLY have experience with this, but he has strong "papa bear" instincts for both of his girls. He lets Vaggie ride it out just until she's no longer being unsafe. After which he places his hands on her shoulders and gently guides her towards the elevator. He keeps repeating, "You're safe, you're okay. We're going to your room. We're gonna rest." She's still sobbing, but she starts to untense the more he assures her.

Once they're home, Vaggie is still overwhelmed but is doing better. She wants Charlie's touch and is squeezing her HARD, mustering up as much deep pressure as she can. Lucifer gets her some water in a sippy cup (sensing where Vaggie is headed) and it helps.

By the time she's recovered, she is VERY deep into baby space. Enough to where she's struggling to sit up and walk on her own. Lucifer gets her changed and into her favorite pajamas. It's not long before she slips into sleep.

Moving forward, Charlie and Lucifer try encouraging Vaggie to unmask: find stims she likes, rest more, whatever that means for her to make herself more comfortable. Big Vaggie is naturally resistant, always pushing herself to do more, to BE more for the hotel. But Baby Vaggie? You don't have to tell her twice.

Baby Vaggie feels safe with Charlie and Lucifer. She's finally relaxed enough to follow her own instincts, whether that be how she moves her body, how she gets her point across, or just how she entertains herself.

Vaggie is completely nonverbal, but finds other ways to communicate. She knows that if she screams long enough, someone will come pay attention to her. She really likes that system, so there is LOTS of screaming. They get good at recognizing what different screams mean, like "I want food," "I need to be changed," or just, "I want to spend time with someone."

Charlie makes her a small communication card and keeps it clipped to a lanyard that Vaggie can wear. It has all her favorite foods, toys, and people, for when she really needs to be specific.

She also keeps a large chewie on that lanyard. Without it, Vaggie's prone to putting nearly anything in her mouth, be it her clothes, blankets, crayons, whatever. All her shirts have tiny little holes from her gnawing.

Vaggie has lots of sensory needs. Some of them, like food and smells, she's very restrictive about. She has very few foods she'll eat in her headspace, and abhors any lotions or powders on her skin.

For other senses, she just can't get enough of them. As a former soldier who was VERY active, her body's used to heavy input to her muscular and balance systems (proprioception and vestibular). This honestly scared Lucifer at first because she would do some very unsafe things to soothe her body, like running into walls at full speed or climbing up on the kitchen counters. It took him a long time to realize what the hell she was doing, let alone how he could help her.

But once he got it, he got it. He set up so many "sensory stations" for her in both his room as well as Vaggie's. She's got trampolines, a crash pad, a swing attached to the ceiling, and a baby bouncer custom built for her. She can have SO much energy and often ends up running between all four of these when she's regressed.

It's important to note that she's on trampoline #4. Numbers 1-3 were just no match for her boundless energy.

Side note: that boundless energy may also come at night, as Vaggie has a hard time regulating her sleep. Lucifer is such a Bewildered Dad over her, but their late nights have made way for good bonding time. Vaggie honestly feels just as safe with Lucifer as she does Charlie. Her little family.

Vaggie can be very repetitive with what she enjoys, especially TV or music. She can play the same 3-second clip over and over again and bust out laughing every time.

Vaggie also loves COLORS. Her blocks are her favorite toy because of just how many beautiful colors they come in. Pastels, primaries, jewel tones, you name it. She loves sorting them by color, shade, tones, etc.

Baby Vaggie is a huge fan of messy play. Charlie loves playing in the sandbox or pool with her, and splashing is so mesmerizing to her. She also loves just getting into things, like makeup, slime, food, shower gels, whatever. She can absolutely DEMOLISH a room.

But that comes with the stipulation that she gets to be clean after! The jetted tub in their room is her favorite place to be after a long day being big or little! She just has to be watched very closely by someone so she can stay safe (and of course, NOT destroy the bathroom).

Because being little is the only time Vaggie seems to not want to suppress herself, Charlie encourages her to regress often. She loves Baby Vaggie! And Vaggie always seems so much more content after a couple of hours in babyspace. It's just a good balance, and it's a system that works for them!

#hazbin hotel age regression #hazbin hotel agere #little!vaggie #autistic vaggie #cg!lucifer #cg!charlie #autistic agere #sfw age regression #hazbin hotel #lucifer morningstar #charlie morningstar #vaggie

[tearaez]

thinking bout dom taerae having to cover ur mouth w his hand while fucking u w ur legs on his shoulders bc ur j too loud 😞😞 all while cooing into ur ear like "shh baby ik it feels too good but u gotta be quiet" 🥹 feel like he'd love it internally tho

to the person that sent me this im going to kiss you on the mouth I'm actually in love with this hhhhh AND IM SO SORRY I SWEAR I DIDN'T MEAN TO MAKE IT THIS LONG I started and I couldn't stop 😔

You were having dinner with Taerae and the rest of the boys back at the dorm after they'd finished practice, chatting with everyone as usual, but practice was rather hard for Taerae today, so he was a bit more serious and stern versus his normally smiley, giggly self. Jiwoong was making dessert in the kitchen and you were seated next to Taerae, you and the others indulging in whatever he had already put on the table, when mid bite, you felt Taerae's hand under the table, resting very high on your thigh, making you nearly choke on your food, catching the eyes of Gyuvin who was sitting two seats down. "Are you okay, y/n?" he asked, all you could do was nod as your face flushed red with embarrassment.

Taerae's hand moved higher up your thigh, going under your skirt, his fingers grazing over your clothed core, causing your face to flush a deeper red, clearing your throat to signal him to stop. This time, it caught the attention of Ricky. "y/n, are you sure you're okay? You don't seem so well.."

"Dessert's ready!" Jiwoong came into the dining room, setting the plate in the center of the table before Taerae stood up, grabbing your hand, signaling you to get up as well.

"I think y/n may have a fever, I'm going to go help her cool down." The second Taerae finished speaking, he was dragging you down the hall to his room. When you'd reached it, the first thing he did was lock the door before shoving you down onto the bed, hovering over you. "Forgive me princess, I didn't mean to interrupt your meal, but I need to have mine." He was quick to place messy kisses along your jawline and down your neck, unbuttoning the cardigan you'd taken from his closet, not that he minded.

Taerae unclasped your bra, taking one of your breasts into his mouth, taking his time sucking and licking around the bud. You had involuntarily let out a loud moan, Taerae immediately pulling away, ripping your skirt and panties off your legs as he maintained eye contact with you. "Can't be too loud princess, don't wanna get caught now do we?" He smirked, grabbing your panties and shoving them in your mouth. "Now keep quiet, this shouldn't take long.."

All you could see was Taerae disappear out of your sight, your eyes rolling to the back of your head when you felt him lick a stripe up your cunt, immediately going to grab and pull at his hair. He blew some air at your entrance, bringing two of his fingers up to prep you for him, pushing them in and instantly thrusting them in and out of you, smiling and cooing at you as you tried your best to keep your voice down. When he thought were ready, he discarded everything he was wearing, hovering over you, taking your panties out of your mouth and throwing them to the side, placing a soft kiss to your lips as he pushed into you. You hissed at the feeling of being so full, Taerae chucking and ruffling your hair in response.

"We're on a time crunch dear, let's make this quick, yeah?" You nodded without really processing what he said, so when he lifted your legs over his shoulders and started thrusting in and out of you at light speed, you moaned so loud he could've swore the neighbors down the street had heard it. Taerae's hand clasped over your mouth, shushing you as your moans kept flowing out, pressing a soft kiss to your forehead. "shh, baby, I know it feels too good but you gotta keep quiet, you don't wanna alarm Jiwoong and the others, do you?" You shook your head as he continued his abuse on your cunt, the feeling in your stomach building up so fast you couldn't even register that you were cum until you did, the feeling of everything intensifying after the fact. "Almost there baby, hold on for me for just a second." He whispered into your ear, kissing and nipping at the skin around it before releasing his load into you.

He gently laid you down on the bed before laying down next to you, pulling you in closer to him, never pulling out. "Was practice that bad today?" You whispered, your throat hoarse and sore from the amount of noise you were making. "Yes, sorry you got the short end of the stick love." He smiled, placing a soft kiss on your lips. "I do have to tell you something though."

"and that is..?"

"I still haven't had dessert yet, and I don't want what's in the kitchen."

"Taerae!"

"Round 2?"

"Do I have a choice?

"Not really."

#zb1 smut #zb1 imagines #taerae smut #kim taerae smut #taerae imagines

[lailyn]

Only When I Sleep (the full fic!)

TW: Gun violence, Idiots In Love

“Did either of you put poison in my food?”

“What? Of course not!” Tony cast Stephen a doubtful look. “I didn’t.”

“Don’t be an idiot, Stark,” Stephen growled. He turned his attention back to Loki. “More importantly, why do you think someone’s poisoned you?”

“It tastes a bit strange…”

Tony grabbed a clean fork from the cutlery drawer. Before Stephen could stop him, he scooped a mound of cauliflower rice and shovelled it into his mouth.

“Tony!” Stephen yelled.

Tony chewed thoughtfully. “Tastes fine to me.”

“Just give it a minute or two, it will come,” Loki said ominously.

“Are you crazy? Do you have a death wish or something?” Stephen berated.

“If it was really poisoned, there really isn’t any point in living anymore, is there?” Tony lamented. “A life without Loki is a tragedy too terrible to contemplate.”

“Tony, you idiot.” Loki’s eyes shone. “I love you.”

“What about me?” Stephen asked, almost fearfully. “Do you love me too?”

“Out of necessity, I suppose I must,” Loki sniffed. “You know CPR.”

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"I don't think Loki loves me very much."

"Don't be ridiculous," Tony said mildly. "Of course he does."

"He loves the things that I can do, sure," Stephen said glumly. "Like making the best eggs Benedict on this side of Manhattan. Or turning cheap wine into the best vintage. Or getting him authentic momo dumplings from Nepal - "

Tony sneaked an amused glance at his morose lover over his Starkpad. "I never realised that your achievements were all food-related."

"Can you be serious for once? I'm in the middle of a crisis here!" Stephen glowered. "And that cauliflower rice recipe had five stars on Good Eats!"

Tony sighed. "Look, Doc. Loki's not a big fan of our planet, as you very well know. The fact that he's staying here, with us? He must love you a little."

Stephen snorted. "That's not saying much."

"What's that supposed to mean?"

"Well, he's obviously staying for you," Stephen pointed out. "I'm…baggage."

"Baggage," Tony said flatly. He snapped his fingers. "Hey. Levi. Get over here."

The Cloak of Levitation wafted over from where it had been hovering by the windows for the past few hours people-watching.

Tony pointed at Stephen. "Can you knock some sense into your Master here for me?"

The Cloak gave Stephen a few sympathetic pats on the cheek, before returning to its station and favourite pastime.

"See?" Stephen cocked his head unhappily. "Even Levi agrees with me."

"Have you ever heard of 'opposites attract'? Loki's a closed book, and you…" Tony waved a hand, making vague gestures that alluded to something Stephen could only guess the meaning of. "You gotta open up! Tell him you love him in public! Shout it from the rooftop!"

Stephen blinked. "But we live on the hundredth and thirtieth floor. No one's gonna hear it."

Tony rolled his eyes. "That is not the point, you dumbass."

"Then what is your point?" Stephen asked, exasperated.

"Put aside your ego and show him some love! And I don't mean the tough kind."

"But I only know just the one kind," Stephen grumbled, blushing a little.

Tony stared. "You're hopeless."

"I knooow…" Stephen moaned, listlessly dropping his chin onto the table. "I'm screwed."

"Hmm, what to do, what to do…" Tony drummed his fingers on his desk. "I've got it. Remember that scene in The Sixth Sense? When the 'I See Dead People' kid told Bruce Willis how to get through to his wife?"

"What about it?"

"Say it when he's asleep," Tony said excitedly. "Tell him you love him, and to please love you back."

"But that's ridi - " Stephen paused. "Actually, that's kind of brilliant."

Tony gave a modest shrug. "Well, I am known for my genius."

Stephen snorted. "Thanks, Mr. M. Night Shyamalan."

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"That was a stupid plan," Stephen growled as he emerged from their bedroom the next morning.

Get out of my head, a half-asleep Loki had hollered at the top of his lungs in the middle of the night, waking the entire household in the process. Stephen, being the closest to him in terms of physical distance, had received the brunt of Loki's wrath, which explained his brand-new shiner.

"Serves you right for being a creep," a fully-awake Loki glowered. "And you!" Tony cowered under the intensity of his glare, "Enable him further and we shall see how you fare."

With that parting warning, Loki stormed away, presumably to make himself a hangry sandwich before they were due to join the Avengers in battle in a few minutes, something Tony had neglected to mention to either of his husbands.

"So…planting subliminal messages is a no," Tony said sheepishly. "We should have thought about that, huh?"

Stephen heaved a sigh of despair, and hung his head. "I'm screwed."

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"We're screwed," Stephen announced an hour later; the enemy had utilised an impressive new weapon, a magic dampener that had basically rendered him powerless. "Hand-to-hand combat is not my forte!"

"Hang on," Tony grunted through the communicator. "I'm coming!"

Stephen frantically looked around for his other husband, and his blood ran cold.

A sniper on the roof had Loki in his sight, right in the line of fire, magicless and as helpless as a kitten.

And Stephen ran.

"Loki!" he shouted, "Look out!"

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Stephen awakened to a startling brightness and his whole body hurting with an unidentifiable pain. "Urgh."

"You fool."

Stephen saw the tears in Tony's eyes and his heart began to pound. "Tony?"

"You brave, crazy fool."

"What's wrong? Is Loki okay?" He asked anxiously. "Is that why you're crying? Did he get shot?"

"No, but you did. You pushed Loki out of the way, and got hit instead."

"What?" Then Stephen remembered the barrage of bullets hitting his chest. "How am I not dead?"

"You were bleeding to death on the damn battlefield, right in front of my eyes," Tony said, his voice stricken.

"Tony…" Stephen reached for Tony's hand. It was shaking terribly. "Tony, I'm alright."

"I nearly lost you. I nearly lost you both."

Stephen stilled. "Loki?"

"He's resting." Tony nodded at the other bed across the room. "He nearly drained every drop of magic but it worked. He got you back."

"Help me up," Stephen mumbled. "I need to tell him something."

"Can't this wait? He's still sleeping, and you should be sleeping too - "

"No. It has to be now."

With herculean effort, Stephen dragged himself to Loki's bed. He climbed in beside his slumbering husband.

One look at Loki's exhausted face and the memories came rushing back: the pain, the geyser of blood spurting from his torso -

Damn you, Stephen!

- the sensation of Loki's healing magic pouring into him, dousing the agony in his chest like ice water.

But most of all, he remembered Loki's desperate whispers, I love you. I love you. I love you.

"I love you too, Loki," Stephen whispered in Loki's ear, hugging him tight.

Loki sighed in his sleep. A tell-tale smile began to tug at the corners of his lips. His hands palmed the silk sheets as if looking for something.

"You too, Tony," Stephen ordered. "Get in here."

Grabbing one of Loki's flailing hands, Stephen watched as Tony clambered up onto the bed and grabbed the other.

As they cuddled each other,

"Should we just order in breakfast?"

"For the rest of our lives, yeah."

#ironstrangefrost #strangefrost #frostiron #ironstrange #fic #whumptober 2023 #no.22 #watch out #gunshot

[indigayghost]

The Proposal

It wasn't supposed to start at all. When Nandor asked him to polish his opal ring, Guillermo smiled, taking the ring.

It was supposed to be an easy task. But then he saw the pile of dirty clothes and if he didn't take care of it now he would forget, he didn't want to lose the ring so he put it on his finger. It wasn't supposed to stay there, it was just to make things easier.

And it did! It did make things easier! He put the clothes on the washing machine, took the clean ones to the fancy room, fold everything, b-lined to Colin Robinson's room and threw his neatly folded beige shirts and pants in like he was delivering food to a solitary cell, noticed the rugs needed to be vacuumed and better to do it sooner than later, and, well, you can't blame him for forgetting the ring.

When Nandor found him, he was humming some pop song and calmly brushing Barry the Bear's fur.

"Guillermo, did you-" He stopped, furrowing his brows.

Guillermo jumped a little bit, cursing to himself by being taken by surprise (he and Nandor do not not have a friendly competition about who can scare the other the most and he would be lying if he said he didn't matter losing) while turning to face his master.

"Oh, good night, Master!" He greeted him. It took him half a second to realize Nandor was staring at his hand and half a second more to remember why. "Oh my- Sorry! I wasn't! I wasn't using it! I just put it on and I forgot-"

"Keep it." Nandor said, interrupting Guillermo's attempt to take the ring off.

"What?"

"Keep it." Nandor repeated, looking away. "I don't even like this ring that much."

That, Guillermo noticed, was a lie. Nandor never takes this ring off, but he wasn't going to point that out now, was he?

After a moment, not as a second thought, but almost as something he wasn't sure he was supposed to say, Nandor added:

"It looks good on you."

And then he vanished in a dark smoke, as Nandor often does when he puts himself in situations he's not ready to face, leaving Guillermo to process what the living fuck happened.

So, yeah, it wasn't supposed to happen, but it did. And now Guillermo has to deal with the consequences, mostly Nandor acting as a spoiled brat and a thousand more boxes for him to stuff in the "don't think about it" storage room of his mind.

He is so good at not thinking about it, in fact, that he didn't at all in the past five days since it happened, and he would gladly continue to not think about it if he wasn't being forced to by an overly aggressive Nadja.

"What the fuck did you do this time?" She said, cornering Guillermo between her coffin and her taxidermy armadillo.

"Nothing?" Guillermo responded, trying to decide if he would manage to squeeze below her arms.

"Exactly! Nothing!" She flap her hands in annoyance. "Are you dumb? Are you idiot?"

"Look, you're being really mean right now." Guillermo ignored how Nadja looked like she was visualizing all the ways she could kill him in favor of putting his hands on his waist and pretending he has no clue what she's talking about.

"You'll see how mean I can be when i rip your fucking head off, you dumb stupid donkey!" Nadja took a deep breath and fixed her skirt. "Gizmo, my silly little baby, how much longer will you let Nandor brood around like someone kicked him in the balls before you say your cheesy gay little speech about how 'oh Nandor of course I want to marry you' or something?"

Guillermo opened his mouth to say some smart little response before his brain finally got what she actually said.

“Of course I want to what?!” He almost screams- almost, he has some self respect, after all.

“Oh, oh please don't tell me this is another one of those situations none of you talk to the other and we all have to suffer through it!” Nadja flaps her arms like some kind of delirious chicken and turns her hands into fists when she sees Guillermo's “of course it is one of those situations” stare. The one he does where you can literally see the question marks dancing around his tiny little brain. “I'm going to kill you all!”

Nadja screams. She thinks about really doing it. Ripping Nandor's heart out and snapping Guillermo's neck. It would be easy, practical, and she would never need to deal with their crap again. But then she would miss them, so she sighs, recomposes herself and says, the calmest she can muster.

“My sweet stupid human, Nandor asked you in marriage. Please accept it before he kills himself.”

Guillermo just stares at her for a second. And then stares back at the ring, now heavy in his finger. Then back at her again. And then he screams.

“What kind of shitty marriage proposal was that?! He didn't even- He didn't even ask! It's not even a wedding ring!” He argues, as if that's the strangest part of all this and not that Nandor is asking to marry him. He decides not to think about that part yet.

“The guy is one thousand years old, what did you expect?!”

“She asked Gail all right.” Guillermo says, the disgust he feels remembering Gail is clear in his tone.

“Well, yeah, but Gail wasn't for real. He didn't want to marry her, don't tell me you believed that.”

“I did!” Guillermo lies. He lied for about two seconds before he chickened out below Nadja's piercing eyes. “Look. It's just… How do I even respond?! He didn't ask it. I can't go to him and just say yes!”

“Then fuck him yes. He'll get it.” Nadja says, shrugging.

Guillermo, as much as he wants to argue, doesn't really have a good response to that

#wwdits #wwdits fanart #Oops in writing again #Deal with it

[the-s1lly-corner]

Random Eyeless Jack tongue hcs

Cw// kinda borders into suggestive territory if you squint, but nothing intentional? Writing this before actually putting down the hcs, but

Yeah

Nothing too crazy, obviously

Also cw// for body horror and shit since I also wanna dive into his whole.. how he got messed up

Getting the body horror stuff out of the way, I hope yall already know ab my whole curse hc/interpretation on jack

If you dont/if you're new; hi! Welcome to my blog! I hc that jack used to be a normal dude but got dragged into a cult that made him the way he is now!! Real important and relevant to my take on him/I haven't seen many other people use that spin on fan story for this sort of thing

Anyways

As per the whole "his body is shifting into something horrific," thing, his tongue literally. Splits into several tendrils

Havent decided on an exact number, but hes got.. a few alright!

Thick, but get thinner to the tips; and they have the same goop that leaks from Jack's eyes! Sensitive sense of taste; and he can kinda detect scents with them, like snakes do!!

His mouth is kinda crowded, though, so sometimes he'll talk with a bit of a lisp (?), or accidentally bite himself

Now onto the real horror; the process of his tongue splitting was painful, and long. He felt all of it, and given that he's literally turning into a man eating monster, he was unable to seek medical help; so he had to suffer alone and without aid

Obviously, if your tongue is splitting itself open, there's gonna be a mess plus lots and lots of pain

Poor dude

Moving on

They writhe

A lot

Especially when theres... food.. nearby; they tend to flick out (snake like!!!) If hes hungry (tends to lose himself for a while)

In the most sfw way I can say it because there is literally no way I can say it without being sus, they kinda??? Wrap around things??

Like okay I had an art idea, to draw jack with a blood-popsicle, since summer is coming; and with the previous hcs it'd make sense that his tongues would just naturally latch around it and grip said blood-pop

So that's my hc now

Also back to horror stuff i feel like that'd make his feeding frenzies all the more terrifying

I mean when he goes into one he completely loses all his humanity and thoughts and just jumps on someone

Imagine he latches onto someone and like

Idfk anchors them into the persons flesh so they cant just easily shove him off

That's terrifying

I love it sm

Downside; kissing jack is not fun since 1) it's a legitimate choking hazard, and 2) the goop makes his tongues taste gross

I feel like the goop is also, to a degree, corrosive

Or at least, an irritant

Like super powered saliva that can break down meat fast; also explains why I draw jack with huge dark circles n shit around his eyes

I bet yall (who follow my main) just thought I made him tired

Nope, it's his flesh being slowly burned away!! Granted hes more durable to it since the whole monster thing + it's his own material but

Still

So

Yeah!!!

Take what you will with these hcs

#creepypasta headcanon #creepypasta #crp #creepypasta x reader #creepypasta x you #eyeless jack x you #eyeless jack imagine #eyeless jack x reader #eyeless jack headcanon #eyeless jack