#at least you have plenty of content for Jack

[koinotame]

how dangerous the twst cast is as yanderes

content warnings: this is yandere stuff so plenty of relationships and mindsets of questionable healthiness. reader implied to be yuu. mentions of murder and violence (nothing explicit/graphic, but frequent. mostly not aimed at reader). most are pretty ambiguous wrt being romantic or platonic (though it’s assumed they have an at least somewhat close relationship with you). i don’t think there’s any explicit spoilers but this was written with mostly-up-to-date knowledge so maybe beware if you really want to avoid any spoilers

whole main cast is included, under the cut for length (near 4k words)! if you read ortho's section as incestuous or romantic in any other way i will shoot a laser beam at you.

fairly harmless overall ▸ i actually normally wouldn't put them together, but in either case i can't see either of the adeuce duo being too dangerous to others. yeah, they might beat someone up for getting too close to you or hurting you, but i really really can't see either of them going much farther. deuce in particular used to be a delinquent, and he does sometimes slip back into that mindset, and he does know how to beat someone up well… but he's a good boy now. your good boy. even in his delinquent phase he would've never actually killed someone, and the idea horrifies him a little too much to ever seriously consider. ace has a bit less restraint, but also a lot less experience. what he lacks in experience he does more than make up for in wit and quick learning, but… while the thought does cross his mind occasionally, he wouldn't be able to stomach actually killing someone either. he'll beat someone up if they hurt you or you ask him to though. unlike deuce, he'll probably brag about it to you if he knows your reaction would be positive.

▸ don’t you worry! your cay-kun would never kill someone! in fact, cater is very unlikely to get violent at all. when he gets jealous (which happens pretty often), he turns that bitterness inside. what do they have that he doesn’t? do you like quieter guys? is he too obsessed with magicam? do you not like the way he doesn’t let you in unless you push, because he’s too afraid you won’t like what you find and leave? is he not affectionate enough? do you not like his hair? it doesn’t matter what it is about him that you don’t like, about others that you do like. he’ll fix the problem; he’ll fix himself. he’s already used to putting on acts around others—this isn’t that different. even if it’s not him you like at this point, as long as he can stay by your side, it’ll be fine. there’s a desperate edge to his actions that’s hard to spot, but once you have is impossible to unsee. as long as you continue liking him, he’ll throw away who he is—just. don’t throw him aside once you’re bored of him, okay? keep him around forever. please. ▸ jack is another that’s fairly harmless. it’s in his nature to be overprotective, and he doesn’t see much wrong with that, but he has no issue with your friends and he’s pretty reasonable at telling apart actual threats from things like jokes. he’s much like your guard dog… or maybe he’s more like guard puppy, with the way you doubt he’d ever actually hurt anyone despite his big stature. he’s embarrassed when you tell him this, but the wagging of his tail gives away just how much he likes knowing you’re okay with—even like—his constant presence. he’s not… completely against going behind your back when someone is actually about to hurt you to deal with he issue, though. just… just occasionally, when it’s really necessary. he won’t make a habit of it. he just… doesn’t want you to see him like that. he’d never want to scare you. that’s all.

a bit less harmless but not by (too) much ▸ riddle is good and well behaved and refuses to resort to something as drastic as violence or murder, or at least he’s trying very hard to convince himself so. he’s definitely somewhat tyrannical to everyone around you even after he mellows out after his overblot, and he has no hesitation in punishing those who hurt or displease you, especially his own dormmates. even once both of you graduate, this habit of his never quite vanishes. he gets a little frantic if you show disapproval of his actions though, especially if you seem scared of him. he’s desperate to prove that he’s good and loves you and would never hurt you, and if that means toning down his ardour, he’ll try his best. the stress of possibly losing you just makes him all the more overbearing to everyone around him. he’s trying his best for you though, so… don’t you love him as much as he loves you? won’t you turns your eyes back to him and only him? ▸ kalim would never kill someone! nor would he have someone be killed. but his family's wealth and influence extends far, and anyone seeking to hurt you (or him through you) would be a fool to think otherwise. he'd never kill someone, but making sure they end up rotting in prison for the rest of their life is just doing the right thing! he might be a little blinded by his panic, sure, but— they tried to hurt you! if he's really jealous (something that doesn't happen often—he only has eyes for you, after all, so he tends to not think too much about others), it's not hard to just have them transfer. or be fired. or something. he won't tell you outright, but if you ask he sees no point in hiding it from you. if you don't react well, he gets a little frantic and insists that he really really really wouldn't ever go farther than that…! probably. ▸ epel getting into yet another fistfight for you is something you’ve grown unfortunately used to. you’re frankly convinced he outright wants you to see at this point, maybe in some misconceived idea it’ll make you think he’s tough, with the way he runs up to you like a puppy expecting praise afterwards. he’ll be torn if you fuss over him afterwards—on one hand, he wants you to think he’s tough and your coddling doesn’t really give the impression that you understand that, but it feels really, really nice when your attention is focused on only him. but as unrestrained as epel is, he’s not particularly dangerous. if you seem really put off by his actions, he might even rein it in a little (vil is glad for your cooperation, even if that wasn’t your intention). he’s more preoccupied with earning your attention and approval than he is with stuff like keeping other suitors away from you. ▸ i just think it’d be really funny if despite everything about him, rook is one of the most harmless. he’s the type of yandere to have a shrine (it’s not in his closet because he has no shame) and have his room covered in notes about you but who’d never actually kill someone. he’s also… the type who enjoys and loves everything about you. to rook, the journey is more important than the destination, and that includes you. the you on your own, the you around your friends (not that they’ll stick around too much once they notice rook), and the you around him are all different and equally worth loving. he’s not exactly shy about his stalking either, but once you get used to his constant presence, it doesn’t really get worse. maybe a little more intense, but not worse. he’s fine with pretty much any way you want to treat him, too—whether you treat him like a beloved pet or a plaything or act like you don’t know or notice him, he’ll love you all the same. forever.

holds themselves back… but not because of ethics ▸ when trey thinks about the future he wants with you, he allows himself to imagine what it would be like to be so wholly engrossed in each other that everything else might as well not exist. unfortunately, the two of you live in real life and not in a fairy tale, so he’s settled for the idea of eventually settling down and growing old with you. it’s… not entirely ethics that holds him back. he’s aware that most of the urges he gets when he sees you around others or when he sees you get hurt in someway are immoral, and he reigns himself in. aside from some people in your life suddenly finding it odd how the ever dependable senior suddenly doesn’t seem to like them much and has been giving them the cold shoulder, most people are very unlikely to realise there’s anything off about trey… including you. just let him be your normal (if fairly fussy) boyfriend, okay? and if he occasionally slips a bit of a sleeping potion into your food and masks the taste with his unique magic so you end up staying the night just so he can spend a little more time with you… that can be his little secret. ▸ it's definitely not ethics that holds ruggie back, but it would be a serious problem if he gets caught killing someone. or even just gets particularly violent with someone else. he'd do it in a heartbeat, especially for you (especially if you asked him), don't get him wrong, but, well— if he goes to jail, he's fucking his family over. if he goes to jail, he won't be able to provide for you in the future—or have any sort of relationship with you. his resolve might waver if you were to actually ask, but even then he’s determined to stick to actions he can reasonably get away with. it's not uncommon for him to use laugh with me to embarrass any guys he thinks are getting too close to you though, and it's not too hard to be discreet with his unique magic when someone really deserves to fall face down a flight of stairs. or three. oopsie. odd they don't remember it, huh? well, he had nothing to do with that. ▸ jamil is a bit more restrained. murder is fine (it’s definitely not his first resort, but it’s there as an option if he really needs it—he did kind of try to kill five people, even if it was during his overblot), but using snake whisper is just so much more convenient… most of the time. due to his position as a servant of kalim, he has to carefully consider any actions he takes unless he wants there to be dire consequences for his family. unfortunately for him, this means he can’t just beat up anyone getting too close to you no matter how much he may feel like it. his unique magic does work well for him here though—and he’s not opposed to using more force if there’s a good reason (like impressing you and getting complimented by y—ehem. making sure your bullies won’t bother you again). the one person he’d rather not use his unique magic on is you. what he likes so much about you is that you’re choosing him of your own volition, and that’s worth more than any force could get him.

not the worst, but… ▸ azul tries really, really hard to keep everything he does behind your back, well. behind your back. he doesn't usually get his own hands dirty, but it would be a serious problem if you found out about the students he's been tricking into unfair contracts just because he got jealous. and it'd be one thing if it ended there, but more than that… if anyone hurts you, the tweels haven't amassed a certain reputation for nothing. if azul’s this fond of you, there’s a very high chance they’re familiar with you as well—and even if they weren’t, azul being jealous enough to send them after people that aren’t even remotely threatening your relationship is amusing enough for them to comply. he won’t go too far though, no matter how envious he may get. ruining someone’s reputation, having the twins beat them up or tricking them into unfair deals is one thing, but even someone like azul wouldn’t resort to cold-blooded murder. ▸ remember when vil, pretty lucid, tried to poison neige? yeah. with his unique magic and social standing, it would be really easy to get rid of anyone causing you issues. of course, with you being aware of his unique magic, he’d have to be careful to make sure you don’t realise, so it’s something he’d reserve for only actual emergencies. it’s also a lot easier to abuse his influence and fame to keep others away from you, whether it’s by threatening them himself or getting others to do his dirty work for him. when it comes to you and keeping your attention on him, he finds it much more rewarding to keep working on himself to meet your standards and doting on you even much than he already does. keep your eyes on him and only on him, won’t you? he’ll make it worth your while. ▸ idia, as a yandere, is incredibly desperate. he’s already perfectly content (well, not perfectly, but content enough) to just watch you through his screen and maybe chat with you online (with your anonymous pal who you definitely don’t know irl, of course), so if he gets lucky enough to be with you for real, there’s very little he won’t be willing to do to ensure it stays that way. in practice this means trying to appeal to you more than anything else; if you seem even the slightest bit unhappy with him, he’s desperately trying to fix it immediately. do you think he’s too offputting? he’ll cover his mouth and hair and— are you mad because he tried to convince you to ditch your friends and just stay with him again? he’s sorry! he doesn’t have an excuse, he’s just scared that you’ll realise you could do so much better and don’t like him that much after all. sometimes he thinks about how he definitely has the resources for more forceful and permanent measures, but then you smile at him, or tell him his smile is pretty, or run your fingers through his hair, or laugh at a comment he made and his mind goes blank and gives him a 404 error. there’s no way he could ever give that up just for some measly certainty… though the same can’t be said for those who he gets too jealous of or those who hurt you. not that you need to know that.

not needlessly violent ▸ sebek is… very enthusiastic about the things he dedicates himself to. this includes you. if you thought his devotion to malleus was excessive, it’s even worse when it comes to you. while he has no personal issues with fighting if it means protecting you (whether that protecting includes only actual threats is debatable), he takes pride in his position as malleus’ retainer. this means that no matter how he feels, he has to consider how his actions would make briar valley and his lord look. he also doesn’t really get jealous. instead (and this is almost worse), he has his own idea of how everyone else should treat you and he does get aggressive with others if he doesn’t think they’re treating you right. you deserve a heavy amount of respect and he finds it very aggravating when others don’t give you that (see: treat you like a regular person). he’s not subtle either—if anything, going behind your back on this would go against his values. he wants to be useful to you!!! he wants you to know how much he cares and how you’re superior and the one with all the power in this relationship!!! the good thing is he listens to everything to ask of him, no matter how ridiculous he finds you insisting you prefer being treated casually by your friends and peers. ▸ silver, while less outwardly enthusiastic, is no less devoted. he doesn’t really get jealous (there’s a dull ache in his chest when he sees you with others and thinks about the possibility of someone being more important to you than you are to him, but that’s not jealousy, right?), and he’s fairly realistic about what counts as a threat to you and what doesn’t. the problem is that as soon as something crosses that threshold, he’s drawing his wand (or baton. or sword. he’s trained and prepared with all three). it’s almost scarier than if he were enjoying it, because you have absolutely no clue how far he’s willing to go for your safety—or if he even has any limits when it comes to you. he has a rather twisted view on relationships, and that extends to you. you’ve been so kind and accommodating and caring, and he needs to repay you for that. he’s insistent on serving you, because his entire self worth (and by extension any care you’ve gracefully granted him) relies on being useful. also doesn’t really see himself as your proper equal, though he’s less aware of this compared to sebek, and also listens well to just about anything you ask of him. if it’s for you, he’d do anything. ▸ you have a very different definition of "not needlessly violent" than lilia, but it’s at least true he doesn’t go around picking fights. he's not bothered at all by baby chicks clinging too close to you. if anything, he might pop into the conversation and agree with them—you are great and wonderful and adorable and so much more! it makes the conversation kind of awkward, and whoever you were talking to might not seek you out as much afterwards, but beyond teasing you there's never any indication that he goes any further. of course, violence is something he’s been very accustomed to over his long life, so when someone actually hurts you he has no issue with getting the message across in a more… drastic way. as soon as he's done, he's right back to coddling you. they won't be repeating the same mistake again, so don't worry too much about it and stick close to him from now on, okay?

very needlessly violent ▸ violent probably isn’t the best way to describe leona, but he doesn’t hold back when it comes to you. what, you think he’s just going to sit back and let you go? you’re the best thing that’s happened to him, like hell he’s going to not put in the proper effort in keeping you. …even if you’re not sure if you entirely agree with the sentiment. he gets jealous very often, so it’s common to see him glowering and scaring off anyone he deems too close to you. there’s no need to go further when he knows they’ll leave you both alone afterwards, but the threat only works as well as it does because he has both the magical prowess and social influence to make good on his promises. he’ll insist he doesn’t see them as threats so much as pests hanging around and leeching off of you, but there’s some part of him deep down that’s scared you’ll decide you like someone else better after all. he’s not sure he could take even you leaving him. any actual danger to you is also dealt with quickly, and while he doesn’t want to threaten you into it, you won’t have an easy time abandoning him even if you try. you were the one who wormed your way into his life—you don’t get to leave now. ▸ yeah. lol. the tweels are very, very needlessly violent. perhaps not the most Dangerous in the grand scale, but almost definitely some of the most unpleasant. for their victims, at any rate—though they do occasionally (or not so occasionally) nearly give you a heart attack. they’d never seriously harm you though… probably. or actually kill anyone. right…? floyd tends to be the most immediately dangerous. he’s quick to turn to violence (and to get a little too into it) when you’re involved, even more than usual. someone’s bothering you? someone’s getting a bit too close to you in his opinion? you just want him to? you’re not paying enough attention to him and he knows this’ll get your focus back on him, where it should be? :) he’s not too hard to pacify, at least when it’s you offering to let him rest on your lap or offering to spend the whole day with him. jade is usually clocked as less dangerous than floyd, but. well. you know that line he says when he ruminates on how he’d react if betrayed? yeah. unlike floyd, who’s very open about his misdeeds, you’re not actually sure what jade does behind your back. you don’t want to know. the way some people in your life pale and flee at the sight of you, the way you don’t see some of them again at all, and the way jade smiles when this happens tells you all you need to know. what would happen if you betrayed him? fufu, you’d never do that so there’s no need to worry about it. ▸ didn't he attempt to blow up the school once… 💀 yeah, as cute as ortho is he's not exactly built with too many stop guards. the good news is he's easy to dissuade! the bad news is he's also very quick to escalate to really ridiculous levels. you're his older sibling, it's only natural he'd want to protect you! are you sure you don't need him to blow them up? chances are the threat alone worked well enough to deter anyone from messing with you again. you might want to have a conversation with idia about limiting some of ortho's abilities though because his enthusiasm… is a little very concerning… he does get a little jealous occasionally, but it's much easier to insert himself in the conversation and steal your attention that way. isn't your little brother cute? won't you focus some more on him? please?

▸ malleus is… malleus. violence isn’t his first resort, largely because it just… doesn’t need to be. he’s one of the five most powerful mages in the entire world. that title alone is enough to scare off anyone who’d mean to hurt you or is getting too close to you, so he rarely has to intervene in the first place. he also doesn’t mind you having other friends (though he does get lonely in your absence… make sure to make it up to him afterwards), so he really only steps in when you’re in danger. he’s not particularly worried about getting caught by you, because he’s so out of touch that it doesn’t occur to him that you may not appreciate him turning anyone who hurt you into ashes. if anything, he enjoys showing off how capable of keeping you safe he is. he’s defending you, who he cares about most in the world; why would that upset you? if you try to spin it as being worried about him getting into trouble for killing someone, he’ll be very pleased you’re worried about him instead. the only thing that would crack his calm attitude is any sort of reminder that he will long, long outlive you… but it’s best not to dwell on that. fret not, he won’t ever let you go.

[kolsmikaelson]

— AEMOND TARGARYEN NSFW ALPHABET

NOTES — i’m sure this has been done but i personally haven’t read one for aemond so here we are :) this is completely canon aemond (as in non au aem) and if not it’s specified

WARNINGS — 18+ nsfw content, fem!reader, not proofread, mentions of canon typical incest

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A = Aftercare (what they’re like after sex)

doesn’t really know what aftercare is but is so in love with you he’ll do anything you ask of him. whether it be run you a bath or just hold you for a while he doesn’t mind either way.

B = Body part (their favorite body part of theirs and also their partner’s)

idk if this counts as a body part exactly but his hair. aemond doesn’t love his appearance but his hair is something that he’s truly proud of and he loves it! but he loves your smile and your tits. he loves making sly little comments to see your smile and the feeling he gets when he sees a necklace he’d gifted you resting just above your cleavage is unexplainable

C = Cum (anything to do with cum, basically)

loves it when you cum all over his face. he’ll eat you out for hours on end just to have your cum smeared all over the lower half of his face

D = Dirty secret (pretty self explanatory, a dirty secret of theirs)

like the nasty mf he is, he’s fantasized of sharing you with someone else. whether that be aegon, jace or even daemon he just loves the idea taking you apart like that and knowing that at the end of the day you’re all his

E = Experience (how experienced are they? do they know what they’re doing?)

not very experienced. after the, incident, with aegon when he was younger he vowed to save himself for whomever he married. he was happy to have his firsts (or most of) with you. it was worth the wait in his mind

F = Favorite position ( goes without saying)

whenever you’re riding him. he loves the easy access to your clit and your tits, groping and sucking on them any chance he gets

G = Goofy (are they more serious in the moment? are they humorous? etc.)

if we’re talking canon aemond, he’s very serious. he takes it as a way to show his love but also his dominance in a way. but if we’re talking modern!aemond, he’s mostly goofy. he just loves fucking you no matter what the circumstances are

H = Hair (how well groomed are they? does the carpet match the drapes? etc.)

not groomed well at all, he’s got a full on bush

I = Intimacy (how are they during the moment? the romantic aspect)

it depends on the circumstances. if he were jealous, it’s all teeth clashing and hips snapping against yours but if it were your wedding night for instance, he’s slow and loving and sweet

J = Jack off (masturbation headcanon)

never did it much, he didn’t see the appeal. he wasn’t usually attracted to any of the women he’d see around but once he met you it was like he couldn’t catch up on all those years that he’d missed before meeting you

K = Kink (one or more of their kinks)

choking is one of his big ones. and size kink is another

L = Location (favorite places to do the do)

in the shadows in the hallways, he loves the thrill he gets knowing you could get caught. and he swears that you cum harder then rather than when you’re in your shared chambers

M = Motivation (what turns them on, gets them going)

the sight of you wearing any jewelry he’s gifted you, or you using any gift he’s gotten you as well. you doing the little things for him, brushing his hair, braiding it at night, gently taking his eyepatch off

N = No (something they wouldn’t do, turn offs)

i don’t think theres much he wouldn’t try at least one time if you wanted to, but no piss kink. it grosses him out and he wants nothing to do with it

O = Oral (preference in giving or receiving, skill, etc.)

prefers giving! he gets plenty of pleasure just from pleasing you and if he does get a blowjob he’ll be happy but if not it doesn’t bother him too much

P = Pace (are they fast and rough? slow and sensual? etc.)

fast and rough, usually. but if you’re alone in your chambers for the night, he’ll take his sweet time tearing you apart

Q = Quickie (their opinions on quickies, how often, etc.)

kind of obsessed with them, he loves fucking you in the hallways so it kind of has to be quick

R = Risk (are they game to experiment? do they take risks? etc.)

decently into taking risks, just nothing that’ll hurt you too much or leave any lasting marks on your body

S = Stamina (how many rounds can they go for? how long do they last?)

he lasts a decent amount of time, but he’s hard and ready to go again quickly

T = Toys (do they own toys? do they use them? on a partner or themselves?)

canon aemond isn’t very into the idea of something else other than him giving you pleasure, that’s his job. but modern aemond? whew that’s a different story

U = Unfair (how much they like to tease)

aemond doesn’t really tease you too much, but he likes it when you tease him, although he’d never admit it

V = Volume (how loud they are, what sounds they make, etc.)

not too loud, he mostly grunts and groans. trying to keep it down so that he can hear your moans rather than his own

W = Wild card (a random headcanon for the character)

some days he prefers you taking charge and babying him, he feels such a weight taken off his shoulders knowing you’re there for him

X = X-ray (let’s see what’s going on under those clothes)

he’s hung, like it’s fucking huge

Y = Yearning (how high is their sex drive?)

higher than you’d expected, but just above average

Z = Zzz (how quickly they fall asleep afterwards)

he forces himself to stay awake until he hears your soft snores, he doesn’t like going to sleep knowing you’re still awake

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[heavyhitterheaux]

Cuddle Buddy

Synopsis: It's your first time spending the night at Jack's house with him, and you're concerned that one of your habits will annoy him. However, you're both in for a surprise when you realize that he doesn't mind one bit

Jack Harlow x Reader

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Time was winding down as you took a glance at your phone and realized that it was close to six in the evening. Nervousness was upon you as tonight would be the first night that you would be spending the night together with Jack who you were currently dating. The two of you had been seeing each other for a total of three months and now that both of your schedules were lined up perfectly, last night while the two of you were on a facetime call together, Jack proposed the idea and you immediately said yes.

Now you were a bundle of nerves.

You had been to his house plenty of times and when it would start to get late into the night, you simply went home. While you were driving, Jack called you on facetime to make sure you got home safe and you would literally have to show him that you were unlocking your front door before he got off the phone with you, but not before he offered for you to stay with him so you could avoid leaving so late. Excuses were always given that you had to wake up early, had different projects to do with your job, or simply that you didn’t bring any clothes with you. Not that you not having clothes would be a big deal and you knew that Jack would offer his to you, but the thought in itself made you nervous, staying with him that is. He learned quickly that once your mind was set on something, it was no use in getting you to change it since more than likely it probably wouldn’t happen.

Truth be told, this was your first relationship seeing as your parents didn’t allow you to date while you were in school and once you went to college even with your new found freedom, you still didn’t date anyone. Because all of this was so new to you, you were still trying to learn how to navigate things and to be honest, Jack made you nervous. Nervous in a good way because the last thing that you would ever want to do is ruin something that was barely getting started.

Thoughts did cross your mind about any habits that you figured that he could possibly find annoying, but only one truly stuck out.

It was the fact that you were a cuddler.

But, not just any cuddler.

In order for you to be able to fall asleep, you had to have multiple stuffed animals on your bed and you would cuddle at least three of them before falling asleep comfortably.

Well, as far as you knew, Jack didn’t have any stuffed animals at his house and the only thing that would be in the bed with you besides the blankets and pillows were him.

Yes, Jack was extremely affectionate with you while the two of you were with one another, but you didn’t quite know how comfortable he would be with you, basically needing to be that close to him in order for you to fall asleep.

Your thoughts were interrupted by your phone going off, signaling that he was in fact calling you. Probably calling to see where you were since you told him that you would try to be at his house by seven. But, of course you had gotten distracted.

“Hey.” You quietly said as you stuffed the small bag that contained your toiletries into the bigger one that you planned on taking with you.

“Hey, babe. You on your way yet? I was going to order food, but I didn’t want to get it too early just in case. I don’t want it to get cold before you get here.”

“I should be leaving in about ten minutes and it should only take me around fifteen to get to you, so go ahead and order.” You told him as you had finally finished packing your small bag and walked into the bathroom to make sure that you didn’t forget anything.

“Okay, what did you have a taste for? Oh, never mind. It’s probably pizza.” Jack replied as he laughed since you told him that you ate pizza at least one day out of the week with an occasional switch up of sushi thrown in there.

“It is literally the perfect food and you can’t go wrong with it.” You responded as you laughed while trying to look for your keys in order to make your way downstairs and into your car.

“So I take it, that's what you want me to order?”

“Yes please! I’m leaving now, just putting everything in my car.”

“Can’t wait until you get here, see you soon babe.”

Once the two of you hung up, you let out a sigh as you placed your bag in the passenger seat and calmly walked to the other side.

At this point, it is what it is and there was no backing out since you knew how much Jack had been looking forward to this, but little did you know that Jack was a bundle of nerves himself.

Jack was running around his house making sure everything was neat and perfect while Clay simply sat on the couch as he flipped through channels hardly giving him a second glance. It wasn’t until he realized that Jack had constantly been moving for a total of two hours before he asked what was going on.

“Umm? Something happening that I don’t know about?” Clay asked, stopping Jack in his tracks.

“Y/N is coming over tonight.” Jack responded nervously while shifting his weight back and forth.

“And? Doesn’t she come over often, so what’s the big deal this time?”

“I asked her to stay over.”

“Oh.” Clay quickly said as he wiggled his eyebrows which led to his older brother rolling his eyes.

“Don’t look at me like that.”

“You’re probably freaking out over nothing. I like her and she seems like a genuine person, unlike….”

“AHT! NO! We don’t speak about dark times. Besides that was ages ago.”

“Um, Jack, that was literally just last year, but okay.”

“And I’m going to need for you to get out my house like now. She’ll be here any minute.” He told him as he snatched the remote from him and Clay threw his hands up in the air while looking confused.

“Why can’t I meet her yet?! Every time an opportunity presents itself you say no. I promise not to embarrass you even though I think I have a few baby pictures of you on stand-by just in case to show her.” He replied as he pulled out his phone.

“I… now I know you’re lying. But I just want to take things slow with her. I’m not going to bring her around any of you until I know that this is someone that I want to be in my life for the long haul.”

“Says the person who usually has at least five girls in rotation at a given time.”

“I can’t do that. Not with her, she’s different.”

Just then the doorbell rang and Jack’s eyes went wide as he looked at Clay.

“Clay, make yourself disappear.”

“She’s at the door! How am I supposed to get out then without her seeing me?!”

“I have multiple doors dumbass! Go out the back or out the garage!”

“But what if she blocked me in with her car?! And I can’t leave?”

“I don’t know, teleport the shit! Figure it out!” Jack told him as he was pushing him in the direction of the back door.

“What is this?! A cartoon?!”

“CLAYBORN, OUT!”

“Fine, but I’m telling mom and I would go and get the door before she decides that this is a bad idea and leaves.”

“I’m trying to, but your ass is being difficult and DO NOT tell mom.”

“Okay, bye. Text me with updates. I’ll just tell dad instead.”

Jack rolled his eyes and didn’t have a chance to respond as he jogged to the front door and opened it to be met with you smiling at him.

“Hey, you okay? You look a little flustered.” You told him as he stepped to the side to let you in. He quickly leaned down to kiss you as he brought you into a hug and ultimately relaxed in your embrace.

“Oh, I’m fine.” He answered as he took your bag from you, but you were still eyeing him. He looked out behind you to see Clay in his front yard giving a thumbs up of approval and was trying to signal him to leave.

“Um, bubs, are you sure?”

“Mmm hmm, promise. Pizza should be here soon and I’m going to take this upstairs and put it in my room, okay?”

“Sure thing.” You replied as you grabbed the remote off the couch and turned on the television.

Once Jack had come back downstairs, he smiled when he saw that you had turned on the XBOX and was simply waiting for him and had the menu on FIFA. You both learned pretty quickly about your shared love of soccer and Jack’s next goal was to invite you to Mockingbird Valley to see him play.

He quickly checked his phone as it vibrated in his pocket and saw that it was from Clay.

Accidental Child- Okay, I see you. She’s cute. But make sure to wear a condom, I don’t think I’m ready to be an uncle yet.

Jack- Bye, Clay smh

“I figured a rematch was due since I literally kicked your ass last time.” You told him as he kissed you before sitting down next to you and grabbing a controller.

“I let you win, baby.”

“No, I don’t want to hear any of that. Don’t go soft on me just because…” You caught yourself not knowing quite what to call your relationship with Jack. He didn’t ask you to be his girlfriend quite yet, but figured that this was a huge step in that direction seeing as he asked you to spend the night with him.

“Why? Because you’re my girl?” He asked while smiling at you and leaning over to kiss your cheek.

Hearing him say that made your stomach flutter and a smile quickly grew on your face as your heart was now beating a thousand miles per hour.

“Oh? I’m your girl now? And that’s exactly why. Stop trying to distract me with kisses, your ass is going down.” You told him and he lightly grabbed your face to turn it in his direction as he placed another soft kiss on your lips.

“Take that as a way of me asking you to be my girl, but if you don’t want me to go easy on you, remember that you asked for this. And since you’re my girl now, I can get as many kisses as I want, correct?”

“I like the idea of that, but I’m not kissing you again until we’re done playing. No distractions.”

The two of you had played FIFA for a few hours with you both winning separate matches multiple times before deciding on a movie to watch. It was now nearing one in the morning and another wave of nervousness had hit you.

“You ready to go to sleep? I see your eyes getting a little heavy.” Jack asked while leaning down to whisper in your ear and you simply nodded.

“That sounds like a good idea.” You replied as Jack hopped up from the couch and quickly grabbed your hand to pull you up.

Jack then let you lead the way up the stairs and simply told you where to go. Once you entered his bedroom, you took in your surroundings and saw that he put your bag in the corner of the room for you. Going over to it, you noticed that you forgot to pack your pajamas and blamed it on being so nervous.

“Um, babe?”

“Hmm?” Jack answered you as he peeled off his shirt and threw it in the hamper making your breath hitch.

“I need something to sleep in because my pajamas are nowhere to be found.”

“Oh, not a problem, let me find something for you.” Jack went over to his dresser and pulled out one of his many Louisville Cardinal shirts and handed it to you.

“Perfect, just going to wash my face and I’ll be back.”

“Okay, um, what side of the bed do you want?” Jack shyly asked and you simply shrugged.

“It doesn’t matter. What side do you normally sleep on?”

“The right side, but you’re my special guest so you get to choose. I want you to be comfortable.”

“Either way I think that sometime during the night I’ll end up on top of you somehow so it doesn’t really matter.” You replied hinting at your cuddling habit, but he simply laughed. It wasn’t until after did you realize that what you said could be taken multiple ways.

Making your way into the bathroom, Jack had set out towels and washcloths for you while you also took in the fact that he bought all new products that he knew that you used and set them on the counter across from his. You smiled at the fact that he took so much time to think about this and take into consideration what you might need while you stayed with him.

Once you were finished as you gave yourself a pep talk while staring into the mirror, you made your way back into the bedroom to see that Jack was already laying down and lightly padded the space next to him once he saw you.

“You didn’t have to buy all new things for me.” You told him as you climbed into the bed. It was a little high and Jack had grabbed your hand to help you.

“Of course I did, I want for you to be comfortable and have all you need. I also figured that you would be here a lot more often and I wanted to be prepared.”

“Well, thank you anyway, that was really considerate of you.”

“I’m going to make sure my girl has everything she needs.” Jack told you as you got settled in next to him and he placed several kisses on your lips which you in no way, shape, or form were complaining about.

Once Jack had reached over and turned off the light after the two of you were discussing the current books that you were reading way into the night, you turned to face away from him which he was quickly taken aback by. You figured that if you faced the opposite way that you were less likely to smother him with your cuddles. But it was the fact that after laying there for an entire hour, neither of your breathing had slowed and Jack quickly let his protests be known.

“Y/N? Why are you so far away from me? You’re like hanging damn near off the bed. I don’t bite. I mean unless you want me to, but we’ll get to that later.” Jack said and you quickly let out a laugh as he wrapped his arms around you to pull you back over closer to him.

“There. I know that’s better. The last thing I want is waking up and seeing you on the floor. This bed is high and I definitely don’t want you falling out of it.”

“I.. I wasn’t sure if you were a cuddler or not and I didn’t want to freak you out.” You confessed as he rested his chin in the crook of your neck before placing a light kiss on it.

“I’ve literally been up under you since you got here, and you didn’t think that I wanted to cuddle with you? I’m always stealing kisses and want you close to me so this isn’t any different.”

“No, like I don’t think you get it. I usually have to cuddle with multiple stuffed animals in order for me to fall asleep.”

“Well, I don’t have any stuffed animals, however you have me and you can get all of the cuddles that you want, I don’t mind.”

You simply turned around and wrapped your arms around Jack as he placed another kiss on your forehead as you laid your head against his chest.

“Hmm and you’re so warm too. I’m going to use this to my advantage when it gets cold outside.” Jack told you as you started to draw shapes along his bicep.

“As long as you don’t mind, but I was serious when I said that I would probably end up on top of you before the night is over.”

“Come here if that helps you sleep better, I’m not opposed.”

Jack then laid on his back as you straddled him and you laid your head down on his chest as you wrapped your arms around each other.

“I think I just found my ultimate cuddle buddy.”

[amourtoken]

Couldnt get this thought out of my mind last night so time to force it upon yall (also I love jack sm but he's just the unfortunate loser in this situation forgive me ill redeem him soon 💀)

Cw for cheating, mentions of (legal) age gaps, questionable dynamics, things of that nature. If it makes you uncomfortable don't read pls. Also maybe another cw for exhibitionism if you squint rlly hard.

Thinkin about dating Jack, you've been together for a little while and end up going with him on a family vacation cause he'd hate to go and not invite you. Unfortunately things weren't really going to plan when you got there.

You thought you'd get a little more attention from Jack than you're getting and you realize it's a family event but it damn near feels like he's actively avoiding you. Why invite you if he's not gonna spend any time with you yknow? Watching him have fun with his brothers is nice but you'd also like to participate or at least have him extend an offer for you to join.

If he's not out on the lake with his siblings he's on his phone, the only time you really get some one on one with him has been in your shared room. The trip itself is a week long and you've already been here 3 days, Jack's kissed you twice? God forbid you try and initiate anything sexual like usual between the two of you cause then he's brushing you off saying he's tired or he'll put in the bare minimum effort just to get himself off but not you. What the fuck has gotten into him? He's never like this.

By day 4 you're pretty miserable, which is unfortunate because this trip is so nice. You've gotten to know his parents a bit better and the views are wonderful. You really don't want to make it obvious to anyone that you're less than ecstatic to be there but unfortunately for you even a minor change in your demeanor was picked up on by the oldest hughes sibling.

Quinn's had his eye on you since Jack first introduced you to the family months ago but he'd tried to ignore that itch in the back of his brain every time he thought of you. Until now. He's noticed everything going on between you and his brother, and as much as he loves him he knows he could treat you better, he always has. There have been plenty of nights he's scrolled through your socials just to find some content to occupy his mind when he gets off, he hates that he can't seem to shake his little obsession but maybe knowing it's so wrong makes it that much better.

You've noticed some strange behavior in passing but didn't think twice about it really. Quinn's eyes always lingered whenever you'd pass him on your way to Jack's room, and he always made sure to acknowledge you whenever he saw you. He'd ask about your day, how you've been feeling, if you needed anything, you figured he was always just being nice to his possible future sister-in-law but it extended much further than that.

Quinn's resolve finally shattered after he happened to see you sitting outside on the deck of the house overlooking the lake by yourself one evening. He really tried to just walk past the sliding glass doors and leave you be but he couldn't live with himself if he did. Your feelings might not be priority to his brother but now is his chance to show you what you're missing.

"Y'know I love my brother too but, he's a fucking idiot for not treating you like a fuckin' princess."

Quinn's presence didn't surprise you at first but his comment pulled you out of your spiral of negative thoughts. You heard him, but you're sure you didn't hear him correctly.

"He needs to grow up if he wants to keep you"

Quinn leaned against the railing of the deck, facing you. His hands were in the pocket of his hoodie and he was acting like this was some nonchalant conversation, as if he wasn't implying something that was far from innocent. Thank God it was pretty much dark out so the flush on your cheeks wasn't too prominent. You tried to defend Jack at first, saying he's just preoccupied with other things and you're okay with not coming first cause he's a busy guy but Quinn quickly cut you off.

"If I had a pretty little thing like you around, you couldn't pay me to pay attention to anything else. My girl is my priority and I'd make sure she never ever wonders what comes first in my life. Don't defend him and devalue yourself."

He almost seemed offended, but complimented you in the same breath. You hated that butterflies swarmed in your chest replaying the sound of Quinn calling you pretty in your mind. This whole situation felt relatively surreal, just the two of you outside while everyone else was either occupied or asleep inside (including your boyfriend, his brother.) The sound of cicadas flooded the silence between the two of you thankfully but Quinn couldn't keep his thoughts to himself for very long anyway.

"Bet he doesn't even fuck you right. I'm more experienced, I know what you need, how to make you feel good. You wouldn't even have to lift a finger and I'd have you so dumb on my dick you couldn't see straight."

His voice lowered, eyes focused on your expression. Quinn standing in front of you while you sat made him look so much larger too, intimidating almost. The butterflies turned into an uncomfortable ache between your legs and heat in your belly, you shouldn't be doing this. The only thing separating you two and your unsuspecting boyfriend is a set of sliding glass doors and large windows, if anyone passed by they could clearly see you two outside and it made you dizzy. This felt very wrong but you you couldnt lie and say you didnt want him to show you how you should really be feeling in a relationship.

"Come on sweetheart I know you want this. I'll make up for everything you missed out on these last few days, just trust me. Or we can go inside and pretend we never had this conversation. Your call."

Quinn was fucking aching, your pretty doe eyed expression looking up at him from your spot on the deck's floor went straight to his cock. He knew this was an awful idea but he could pull Jack's head out of his ass and finally feel you around his cock, two birds one stone. After a few minutes of silence he turned to head back inside but you stopped him with a soft 'please' which drew a rough groan from his chest as he turned around. That's all he needed to hear from you.

You definitely didn't expect this evening to turn out this way, snuck into Quinn's room he was sharing with Luke. Thankfully he was busy with Jack in your room for the time being and the sound of their multi-player game was loud enough to drown out your whines and cries of a name that absolutely wasn't your boyfriend's. You two didn't have much time and unfortunately Quinn couldn't unravel you the way he really wanted, If he had it his way he'd draw this out for hours. He doesn't want it to be anything like what you've had already, if he had more time or privacy he'd have you in every position he can think of. For now, bending you over and burying your face in the pillows to muffle your sounds has to work.

Quinn thought you were beautiful dressed but naked? You were fucking ethereal. Your back arched so perfectly for him and the way your pussy gripped his cock when he drew his hips back made his head spin. He's usually collected and in perfect control during these moments but something about you and knowing your boyfriend was less than 10 feet away made it that much better. Quinn slid a hand down the curve of your spine and laced his fingers in your hair, dragging your back up to press to his chest while he bullied your insides. His free hand covered your mouth to keep your pathetic sounds to a minimum and his lips were right next to your ear making it easy for him to run his mouth about how filthy the situation is and everything he'd love to do to you.

"Gotta keep it down for me, doll- fuck- I know. I know, feels good yeah? Such a good girl takin' my cock so well- god-"

"You're so tight, fuck...made for me- all fuckin' mine, yeah? Who's pussy is this, huh? Wanna hear you say my name-"

"Jack's missin' out- should show him how to really make you feel good- shit..."

You were fighting to keep your eyes from rolling back but you failed, Quinn was so deep inside you it left a little bulge right below your navel every time he thrust forward and knowing he filled you up so good drove him insane. You really were made just for him weren't you?

"Promise you'll stay quiet if I move my hand? Fuck- It's worth it, baby, promise."

You wanted to promise but all you could do was nod enthusiastically and try your hardest to muffle the sounds threatening to escape your throat. Quinn's hand slid down your torso and ended between your legs, circling your clit and making your legs feel like jelly. You accidentally yelped his name and he hissed at the feeling of you clenching around his cock, catching his breath before reprimanding you.

"You gotta stay quiet unless you want an audience, angel- want me to stop? No? You can keep quiet for me then yeah?"

His tone was strained as he picked up his pace, your nails sunk into his arm trying to hold yourself up while he ruts into you but it wasn't helping much. The coil in your belly felt horribly close to unwinding and you frantically whimpered Quinn's name over and over along with a strand of pleas as quietly as you could. Your broken voice made his dick twitch inside you, he really had you that fucked up? He knew you were close but wanted to savor every second he could.

"Shh baby I know- think you can hold on for me, just a lil longer?"

His thrusts were faltering a bit as he reached his edge but he wasn't gonna be satisfied unless you came together. You nodded again, shaking like a leaf in his hold while held you up. The hand between your legs sped up until your vision was blurry with tears and you couldn't take it anymore, whimpering Quinn's name like a mantra and seeing stars as you came undone around him. You could barely make out his quiet praise at your ear while you fought to stay fully conscious in the moment, fuzzy black spots overtaking your vision following the electric current Seeping through your veins.

"Fuck- fuck that's it- good girl. Cum for me- shit you're doing so good baby, feels so fuckin' good"

"God I'm gonna make you fuckin' mine. He doesn't deserve you- this dick feels so much better doesn't it, huh?"

Quinn followed shortly after you, spurred by the feeling of your walls pulsing around him. He tried to keep you upright during all of this but opted to hook your arms behind your back and press your face into the sheets again while he emptied himself into you in thick ropes. As much as he'd love to bask in the comforting feeling of you cockwarming him he didn't have the pleasure, pulling out of you with a wince as Luke tried to open the locked door having no clue about the scene on the other side. Your heart tripped over itself in your chest as you scrambled to stand on shaking legs and find your clothes but you were so out of it you could barely manage. Quinn tossed you a shirt and you quickly pulled it over your head, it was well too big for you but at least it covered everything it needed to, it smelled just like him too. You'd have to find a way to explain later.

"Give me a sec- fuck"

Quinn knew this looked bad but he couldn't just lock Luke out forever, you two shared a look before he pulled his shirt back on and opened the door. You slid past Luke without a word, head tucked like a guilty puppy and headed back towards your shared room with Jack, cringing at the feel of Quinn's cum dripping down your bare thigh. He'd be lying if he said he didn't feel some pride in knowing you'd be going back to your boyfriend dizzy off the high he inflicted on you but that's a thought for later. Luke stared at his brother dumbfounded by the entire situation.

"Really?"

[planchettewrites]

Until the Twelfth of Never

SSA Aaron Hotchner (Criminal Minds)/AFAB!Reader

DESCRIPTION: A lonely evening without your husband causes some positive reflection, that is until he comes home again.

CONTENT: Pure fluff, brief and minor allusions to sex, mentions of Haley Hotchner's death, mentions of loneliness.

A/N: Aaron Hotchner, my beloved! Initially, this fic centered around another song, but then I reworked it to a song that fit much better. I apologize for not posting, I've been working on other fics and preparing for my new job. I wanted to make this fic realistic to what it would be like to be married to Hotch, so prepare for some angst. All that said, I hope you enjoy it!

1.9k words | Safe!

Evenings with your husband were usually tranquil. Evenings without your husband were far more tranquil, at least for the most part. As you cared for your stepson, who you loved with all your heart, he kept the house lively. He came into your room and showed you his drawings, or you helped him with his homework, eventually tucking him into bed at night. It was those moments you cherished with Jack. The moments where you could read a story to him about faraway lands and slain dragons or the defeat of monsters or hear him talk about his day at school. However, no matter how much you loved that little boy, there was always a space in your heart missing from your husband’s absence.

You worked during the day, picked Jack up from school, and then returned home to a relatively clean house. Then you cooked dinner, ensured Jack got cleaned up for the evening, tucked him into bed, and watched television until it was time for you to sleep. That was consistently the hardest part of the day, where you fell asleep next to an empty side of the bed. Almost every night and every day, like clockwork, before you sleep and before you wake, you reach out and put your hand on Aaron’s pillow, feeling the soft material under your hands. Some days, you spray his cologne on his pillow to trick your brain into thinking he’s there. 

You learned rather quickly that it’s very hard to be a wife to a husband who rarely comes home. 

In some ways, you don’t feel like you have ever a right to complain. His not being home was the same thing that brought the demise of his marriage to his late ex-wife. The solitude and the silence can be pleasant, but your husband is your other half. You miss him like any wife would. However, when he was home, it was like he never left. He was still the kind, silly, dedicated, and wonderful father and husband he was before he left. When he was home, he always made time for you and his son. He’d take you three out to dinner or the movies and spend plenty of time with each of you in ways where it matters. He’d take his son to school and back, take him to baseball games, and watch Jack’s favorite shows with him. He’d spend time with you in the mornings and at night, ensuring you were happy and all your needs were fulfilled. He’d cook dinner for his family and spend every waking moment with the both of you. 

This week was another week Aaron was gone. He was supposed to return by the weekend, and then he’d return to your arms again. Until then, it was you and Jack. Except for the rest of the week, based on his wishes, he was with his Aunt Jessica. He wanted to see his cousins on the Brooks side of the family. You and the Brooks family got along fine, which is very fortunate for you. You had no ill will towards Haley (nor the rest of the Brooks family, for that matter); in fact, often, as a family, you would visit her grave. 

Needless to say, the Hotchner household was very quiet with your husband or your stepson. As you made dinner, funny enough, one of Jack’s favorites, fettuccine alfredo with broccoli and chicken, you turned on one of your CDs, an assorted mix from songs of the 1950s. Aaron got one of his coworkers, Penelope Garcia, to burn the CD for you. It was a mix of songs that both you and Aaron enjoyed and ones that made Aaron think of you. Songs like “Everybody Loves a Lover” by Doris Day, “Can’t Take My Eyes Off You” by Frankie Valli and the Four Seasons, “Please Mr. Sun” by Tommy Edwards, “Fortune Teller” by Bobby Curtola, and so on and so forth. 

One of Aaron’s favorite tracks on the mix was “The Twelfth of Never” by Johnny Mathis. Aaron said it was one of his favorite love songs from that era; the slow melody and beautiful lyrics really spoke to him. In fact, he loved the song so much and associated it with your relationship and marriage entirely that it was your first dance song at your wedding. It was one of the first tracks on the CD since Aaron found the song so representative of your love. 

The music from your CD player blasted throughout the house, with no worry of waking any sleeping children or husbands. Currently, the second track of the mix was playing, “(I Got Spurs) Jingle Jangle Jingle.” Although the lyrics no longer applied to you, you had told Aaron it was one of your favorite songs in college. 

“'Cause I got spurs that jingle, jangle, jingle (Jingle, jangle)

As I go ridin' merrily along (Jingle, jangle)

And they sing, "Oh, ain't you glad you're single" (Jingle, jangle)

And that song ain't so very far from wrong (Jingle, jangle).”

You sang along with the track from nearly the top of your lungs. You danced around your chicken as the pasta was cooking towards al dente. Your broccoli was also being steamed, and the chicken pieces were already cooked. Your hips swayed to the rhythm of the song, the funky orchestra carrying the tune of the music while Kay Kyser sang the lyrics. 

You always preferred to cook with music on. There was nothing like a dull life, you thought. You needed music to carry you through the good times and the bad, the lonely moments or the otherwise not. You twirled by the counters, imagining that your sleep shorts gave you the same twirl as a skirt from the early 1950s. 

“…Oh, Lillie Belle (Lillie Belle)

Oh, Lillie Belle (Lillie Belle)

Though I may have done some foolin'

This is why I never fell.”

You laughed a little to yourself as you sang along to that last lyric. You remember that promise you made in college: never fall for a man who stole your heart. Of course, that all changed when you met Aaron. Upon meeting, the attraction was instant. You met through a mutual friend of your father’s, and even though he was noticeably older than you, that didn’t seem to matter too much. You were a grown woman; you could make your own decisions. You didn’t expect that decision to be falling in love with and eventually marrying Aaron Hotchner, becoming a mother figure to a beautiful boy in the process. Still, you wouldn’t ever regret your heart’s desire. 

“… Oh, I got spurs that jingle, jangle, jingle (I got spurs that jingle, jangle, jingle)

As I go ridin' merrily along (I go ridin' merrily along)

And they sing, "Oh, ain't you glad you're single" (And they sing, "Oh, ain't you glad you're single")

And that song ain't so very far from wrong (And that song ain't so very far from wrong).”

As the third chorus came in with a woman’s voice, you found yourself totally entranced in the music. You did the twist as you stirred your pasta, singing your heart out. Some of you wished that Jack or Aaron were here to enjoy this moment with you, but concurrently, you were having a great time with yourself. The music kept you company, and the gentle hum of the stove fan kept you grounded in reality. 

“… Oh, Lillie Belle

Oh, Lillie Belle

Though I may have done some foolin'

This is why I never fell

'Cause I got spurs that jingle, jangle, jingle (I got spurs that jingle, jangle, jingle).”

You kicked up your feet and continued to sway around the kitchen. While you were by no means a professional dancer, you knew how to dance well enough that you could carry your body to the melody. As the last chorus kicked in, you huffed out a sigh with a smile. All that dancing knocked the wind out of you. You went back to stirring the pasta, finally tasting it to see if your pasta was fully cooked. It was. After draining your pasta, you put it back in the pan to add the sauce as the next song begins. 

Part of you stopped to smile when you heard the opening notes of the next song on the tracklist: “The Twelfth of Never” by Johnny Mathis. Part of you wanted to skip to the next track, avoid the slight twinge in your heart when you heard the song and thought of your physically absent husband, but that’s not what Aaron would want. If Aaron were here, he’d grab you to slow dance, singing along to Johnny’s baritenor with his low baritone. 

“You ask how much I need you; must I explain?

I need you, oh, my darling, like roses need rain

You ask how long I'll love you, I'll tell you true

Until the twelfth of never, I'll still be loving you.”

You sang along under your breath, your eyes closed as you stirred. You sang along to the following verses, swaying gently from side to side, imagining Aaron’s big arms wrapped around you. You wished you could feel his arms wrapped tight around your waist, kissing your neck as you cooked. One of his favorite things to do when he was home was cook together. You kept singing until you felt a presence and heard a familiar voice sing along to the song. 

“Hold me close,

Never let me go,

Hold me close,

Melt my heart like it will snow.”

Your eyes shot open as you turned to the sound of the voice, and there stood your husband in the flesh, leaning against the doorway, looking at you like you were a fresh drink of water in the scoring heat. Such love was apparent in his eyes; it almost made your eyes tear up. You nearly dropped the spoon, placing it quickly on the counter and almost sprinting into your husband’s arms. 

Opening his arms for you, Aaron immediately pulled you into a tight hug, pressing kisses to the top of your head. “I’ve missed you, my angel.” he pressed another kiss to your forehead. “I’ve missed you so, so much.”

Tears were beginning to brim in your eyes as you looked up at Aaron, a smile growing on your face. “I didn’t even hear you come in! When did you get home?”

“A few minutes ago. I heard our mix playing, and I had to come to see what you were up to.” his arms grew tighter around you, one of his hands slithering up your back to cradle your head. “I see that you’re cooking.”

“I’m sorry; if I knew you were coming home, I would’ve made some for you too.”

He smiled. “Not to worry, sweetheart, I ate on the plane ride back.”

Effectively abandoning your dinner, you let yourself melt into your husband’s touch as the last verse of the song began to play, the two of you singing along and swaying to the rhythm. 

“I'll love you 'til the bluebells forget to bloom

I'll love you 'til the clover has lost its perfume

I'll love you 'til the poets run out of rhyme

Until the twelfth of never, and that's a long, long time

Until the twelfth of never, and that's a long, long time.”

At your wedding, you promised to love each other for the rest of your lives, come what may. The song currently ending perfectly encapsulated your relationship with your husband; you two swore to love each other through the hard times and the good, regardless of what life threw your way. You and Aaron would always have each other’s backs, and that is what this song meant to you: that you would love each other until the twelfth of never—which, indeed, was a long, long time. 

[yukidragon]

Okay so I'm trying really hard to get into SWWSDJ but there's so much lore not e en in the games I feel very much in over my head lol. Can you like...give a rundown? Or at least point me in the direction of where to start? I wanna write fic about the clown man damn it lol

I understand what you mean. When you fist enter into a fandom it can be pretty daunting, especially if you don't get a lot of the references and information that the bulk of the fandom takes as common knowledge.

A lot of the information we have about the lore for SWWSDJ comes from the various demos and teasers. However, the lore is being updated as the game is in development, as evidenced by the differences in each of the demos. Things have changed since its initial demo release, and will likely continue to change until the full game is released. SWWSDJ is very much a work in progress.

The most obvious place to start of course is the latest demo. You can check out a public release of it on the SnaccPop Studios Patreon over here.

There's a release that came after this one with a bit more content, but you'll have to become a member if you want to see it for yourself. Personally I think it's worth it for all the goodies that are regularly released on the patreon. If you've signed up, I highly recommend checking it out.

After that, I think it's good to look at the official webpages for SWWSDJ, including the official tumblr over on @sunny-day-jack-official. The tumblr page answers quite a number of questions from the fans, as well as some teasers. They've even made a listing of most of the other official webpages in this post here.

Another page that teases some juicy lore is the official profiles over on Toyhouse. Want to know the canon heights of the love interests and their birthdays? This is the place to get that info.

The official twitter page has been a place to pick up bits of lore since the beginning. There's plenty of teasers, profiles, and it gives a good sense of how things have evolved during development.

There are some teasers that are floating around posted by the original creator and others working on the project, but the rule of thumb is to take these with a pinch of salt. They're very good to inspire ideas and lore crafting, but if it's not on an official page like the twitter, tumblr, patreon, etc. then it's technically not canon.

Speaking of technically not canon, if you're interested in seeing my deep dives into my theories about the lore, AU crafting, and just gushing about the series in general, feel free to check out my rambles. I've done a lot of thinking about this series, and my opinions keep evolving as new developments release. I've also done quite a lot of writing as well.

I hope this can be helpful to get you started, and that you enjoy your time in this fandom. If you have more specific questions, feel free to toss them into my inbox. I might take a while to answer, but I appreciate every ask sent my way. I look forward to seeing your stories, as well as the stories of everyone else in this lovely fandom.💖

@channydraws @earthgirlaesthetic @sai-of-the-7-stars @cheriihoney @illary-kore @okamiliqueur @kurokrisps

[tinyfantasminha]

Just wanted to say that I absolutely love much you care about and adore Jack!!!

-[takohebi]

you know what I was always drawn to the odd, sweet-but-underwhelmingly-unpopular characters compared to the most popular ones..... being a jack howl enjoyer back in 2020 was hard, it was so SCARCE 😭 (at least in the eng fandom)

I loved him back then but he also shared the spot with other faves uuuhhh.... who follows me way back from 2020 must remember my scarabia and octavinelle stan phase but I noticed the other characters I liked (Jamil, Leona and the tweels for example) were already so popular that basically I didn't have anything new to say about them?? Because someone would always do or say it first; I know fandom is not a competition (and it's also not a very healthy mindset) but sometimes it can get disheartening when your own view is constantly overlooked 💔

That's when I noticed that no one really seemed to talk about Jack, or even show interest to know him in a deeper level, and fanart of him was pretty scarce too. There were no blogs (or very few) centered around him as I remember. It made me feel bad for him!! I wanted to draw him!! I wanted to make him feel more appreciated!! I wanted people to appreciate him!!!

....And then he came in the first 10 rolls in the union birthday banner when I was hopeless and poor in gems and I was like Ah. He's the one for me. This one is my favorite your honor my hubby my sweetiepie my muffin my sweet little cupcake 😭😭😭

dskgsjnjdksg I started the Jack art agenda just for my own self fulfillment needs but it ended up blowing up more than I expected, I've also received plentiful of asks of people saying they started appreciating Jack more because of my blog and its crazy!!! It feels so good to know I helped build up this tiny but cozy community of Jack enjoyers 🥺 Obviously he's a bit more popular nowadays and there's more content and art of him now compared to 4 years ago, I hope it keeps on growing!!

[jmvore]

wild thought(s) • 1 | pjm

‹ previous | next › ↳ SYNOPSIS › Being sexually frustrated seemed to be the story of Jimin's life. So he turned to writing his wants and wishes in a blog he kept online for people to read. He used to be content with that, until he met you. Eventually, he stopped because all the fantasizing in the world never amounted to the real thing. › series masterlist | masterlist | request ‹

» RATING › 18+ [M I N O R S D O N O T I N T E R A C T] » GENRE(S) › smut, fluff » AU › slice of life » PAIRING(S) › park jimin x f!reader » WORD(S) › 8.5k+ » CH. SYNOPSIS › Jimin thought his dance rehearsal would run over but when he came home. You weren't there. » SMUT WARNING(S) › JIMIN CALLS THE READER MOMMY (so if that's not your cup of tea, don't read), sub!jimin, domme!f!reader,non-con voyeurism (but the reader makes sure Jimin is okay with it), loads of teasing, ass play, m! fingering, uh Neighbor!Namjoon jacks off to you and Jimin, p in the v s*x, teasing, pretty boys with toys, jimin is in love alright, soft!domme reader, cowgirl positions, there are a lot of petnames for Jimin (Petal, Prince, Baby, Sweetheart, etc), it's implied Namjoon has a crush on Jimin, & riding Jimin with a purpose. » ORIGINAL POST DATE › 06/30/2019 » RE-POSTED DATE › 10/26/23 » A/N › Thank you @/saradika for the divider(s)!For those who don't know, this is a request series: you can request for this universe. You can read more about it on this story's masterlist.

There’s one thing Jimin hates about this world and that’s the world of dating. Heartbreak. Betrayal. Lies. Wistfulness. There are plenty of emotions Jimin has felt throughout his years of trying and wanting to be loved. It’s something he’s yearned to experience since he was old enough to be able to know what love is. 

Most dating apps proved to be a bust and most of the people he met in his everyday life didn’t fit his vibe. Yoongi even told him he’s going to have to use specific apps that cater to his specific needs but Jimin disagreed. 

At least, he used to. Now? He’s not too sure.

He remembers all the things Yoongi has taught him about understanding his own wants and desires. He had to learn that not a lot of people are into the same kinks as he is. And Jimin had to come to that realization after a handful of disastrous dates and relationships. However, he also thinks Yoongi is tired of listening to him cry about it (he won’t say it though).

There was a relationship he had with an older man that he thought was going well! Their personalities fit well with one another, they loved the same things and even got along as if they knew each other for a long time. The only downside is when it came to having sex. He was almost always disinterested in the things that Jimin liked and when Jimin would suggest trying something different, he would berate him for it.

Ungrateful. Whiny. Uptight. Clingy. Crybaby.

He remembers all the names he called him and all the times he downplayed his feelings. Jimin never wanted to feel insignificant like that again. Unfortunately for him, he fell back into that pattern with a couple of other ex’s. His last lover (a woman he used to work with) he told her about some of his kinks and desires as they lay in pure bliss of the night. Jimin thought she would be willing and understanding. Willing to try but she fell into the same pattern as the man before. Only this time, she told the whole office about it as others labeled him as weird or an outcast. 

Ever since then, he swore off dating. 

It hurt to know the person you trusted enough to pour your heart out to was the one to betray you. Jimin knew eventually he was going to want to find love and settle down but for now, he’s content.

He ended up creating a blog. A safe place to be himself and express his needs and wants to the world anonymously. In the beginning, it was simple fiction stories to get his mind off of the things. His mind wants to cope with the kinks (he realizes), not too many people share. It wasn’t until he met someone who told him about BDSM clubs and so forth. At first, Jimin blew them off. Choked it up to them being a weirdo but then he researched it and that’s when he knew there were people out there like him. Men who love to get dominated. Men who love when women dominate them. 

Club Black Whip was the club that ended up becoming his favorite after visiting several ones. Though he only visited when he wanted a dose of inspiration or to feed into his own desires. It took him a minute to participate with others but when he started to let loose, he found the experience a lot more pleasant.

That’s where he met you. 

You were the fifth person he had a session with and you were going to be his last. If things didn’t work out the way that it did. You were the dominant he clicked with the most. He often left your sessions feeling satisfied but yearning to see you more. Eventually, he became a regular of yours. You would meet outside of the club whenever either if you didn’t want to go. You were so gentle and empathetic. He found himself being comfortable with having you as his domme. His feelings began to tread the thin line between friends and lovers. You quickly became his safe haven. Someone he could confide in. Someone he knew wouldn’t spill his secrets to the next person listening. 

Someone he could see himself being with.

Spiritually, Mentally, Physically, and Emotionally. 

When you expressed your desire to want to take care of him, he had the softest heart eyes someone could make a person. His heart soared higher than the clouds. He knew you saw other sub’s on the side but he also knew that he was your favorite. You never saw any of his fantasies as strange and he was thankful to find someone so understanding. You were never judgemental. You wanted him for him and it was everything he ever wanted…

And yet, with Jimin being hurt so many times, he was hesitant to jump into another relationship. He started to panic and in return, he kept you at arm's length because he didn’t want to be disappointed. He didn’t want to break this… illusion he had of you. And well, he didn’t want to disappoint you with the burden of dating someone who has been scorned. 

Eventually the talks with others helped Jimin come to the realization that you were nothing like his past lovers. You were (and still are) genuine and honest. Caring. Affectionate. Considerate. He can go on and on but he knows he’s never had a connection with someone like he has with you and that realization led to Jimin asking you out on a date. Jimin remembers the warning Yoongi gave when he told Yoongi he was going to meet you at a nearby Dutch Bros to finally talk things over. Granted. Yes. He doesn’t know you outside of the club but (aside from the texting and phone calls) but Jimin was determined to get to know you. 

He wouldn’t let you slip through his fingers a second time.

That day vividly etched in his memory…

There was some texting back and forth before you told him your ride was pulling into the parking lot. Jimin's nerves didn't do him justice either. He was already anxious the moment he got your text. A sudden rush of butterflies fluttered in his stomach as his heart began to drum. The wildest thing to note is that he’s seen you in all types of lingerie, leather and suits but the fact that he’ll be able to see you in your casual wear makes him nibble on his bottom lip. 

It feels more intimate. More… exclusive.

He pulls out his phone and smiles at the fluctuation of text between Yoongi and Jungkook in their group chat. Many of them were asking if he was okay and if he had spoken to you yet. The latter asking Jimin to at least let him know he’s still alive. It gets a giggle out of him as he texts them back. Yoongi and Jungkook always told him they felt his blog was a safer option (not by much because there was still a risk of weirdo’s) but he digresses. 

“Jimin?” He raises his head at the sound of your voice. “Hey!”

“H-Hi. Hey.” He’s quick to stand but in the process, he accidentally knees the table. He hisses with you immediately flock to his side to make sure he’s okay. 

“You have to be careful, love.” You grab a hold of his calf to lay his leg on top of yours to massage. “Does it hurt?”

“No. I’m okay.” Jimin tries to hide his smile at the way you’re taking care of him. It feels good to be taken care of like this even if it’s something minor. He can’t help the smile that spreads.”I’m sorry for making y-” Jimin gasps when you place a finger to his lips. 

“Don’t apologize. It’s okay, honey.” You run your fingers up his calf as he shivers to the touch. Jimin swore it was like gazing into the sun. Blinded by how pretty your smile is. And when you spoke, your voice was a different story. Usually, he’s listening to you bark orders over the music within the club. Your speaking voice sounds so different. So smooth. Velvety. He felt like he was melting into a puddle just listening to you talk about nothing and everything.  And when your brunch date was over he asked to see you again. 

It’s been a little over two years since that day and Jimin still feels as if he’s on cloud nine. Quite frankly, since you've been together, the both of you stopped visiting the club and he forgot about his diary. He didn’t have a need for it anymore now that you were here and it seemed like your relationship was going to last. You were understanding of his needs. You were willing to do any and everything to make him happy. You are his everything but he knew he was going to have to sit you down and have a serious talk with you about everything once you officially started dating.

That happened six months into your relationship when you were both comfortable discussing certain topics without him growing anxious. 

He sat you down with a soft huff as he typed in his url to reveal his well kept secret. He let you scroll on your own as his nerves ran into overdrive. His leg bounced and he nibbled into his bottom lip when he saw the frown on your face. When you asked him what this was, he bashfully told you it was things he’s always wanted to try with his significant other. Unfortunately, in the past, they would turn him down and make fun of him as if his needs didn’t matter. Your glare told him everything he needed to know. He didn’t mean to start crying but when you began to console him, everything came crashing down over him. 

He didn't realize how much it affected him until now.

“Oh baby,” You spun the chair until you were facing him to grab him by his hand and pull into your lap. You told him it would never be that way with you and that if he ever wanted to try something, he needed to let you know. You’ll be more than happy to indulge in whatever fantasy he wants as long as it’s talked about.

You wanted him to let loose. Be adventurous. 

From then on, you urged him to do the things he wanted to do and as time passed, you kept discovering new things he wanted to try. He’s also been more vocal about it as well. 

There was one time when you let him sit on your lap while you took a public train to get to Yoongi’s house. He wanted cuddles but didn’t want to wait (in which you didn’t mind). When people would stare, you would glare as if to tell them to mind their business. You didn’t care. You weren’t hurting anyone. As long as he was happy, you were ecstatic. 

Another time was when he asked if you could pick him up and carry him around your shared bedroom. He felt light as a feather, his body vibrating with happiness. His arms were bound loosely around your neck and his legs wrapped tightly around your waist while he was nuzzling his face into your neck. It made him feel adored. Loved. Wanted. Something Jimin hasn’t felt romantically in a long time. 

Right now, he remains seated on the couch as he’s watching some show on television (that’s not really important to him). He’s waiting for you to return, noting it’s after six. You needed some things for your dinner you were going to have with some of your friends tomorrow. It was your annual game night and well, it was your turn to host. He hasn’t seen or talked to you since this morning, aside from face timing you during his lunch period. All he wants to do is cuddle and give you all his love and vice versa. Jimin told you he was going to be late because his dance class ran over longer than he anticipated so you decided to go to the store. In the end, it didn’t run over by much and Jimin ended up beating you home.  He wonders if you’re on your way home. Hopefully you won’t be too long. He’s so bored. He doesn’t know what to do with himself right now. 

06:12pm | Petal🥰 : I’m home! Let me know if you need help. SENT

A couple minutes later, your ringtone blares. He doesn’t even remember turning it up but he’s quick to answer it.

“Honey!”

“Hey sugar. I’m outside.” He hears you grunt, knowing you might need his help. “Can you come help bring the groceries in?”

“I’ll be right out.” He’s quick to press end, his excitement to see you through the roof. He slips on his sweats and grabs his house shoes off the rack to meet you outside by your car. He can see the frustration in your eyes when a bag twists your finger a certain way.

“Are you okay?”

“Yeah. Wasn’t expecting it to twist like that,” You chuckle. He grabs a couple of bags to take inside as he watches you leave to drop off the ones you have in the kitchen.

“How much did you get?”

“Not that much. I think.” You look down at the rest of the plastic bags in your trunk before looking back at him with a soft smile. “I made sure to get stuff to make your favorite.”

“Really?”

“Of course, my Pretty Petal.” You grin before pinching his cheeks. His nose scrunches as he wiggles out of your grip to try his best to grab a couple of more bags without hurting his hand. He loves that you’re always thinking of him even when it’s something as small as this. “There's not much left.”

“Okay.” He runs back into the house to drop off his bags, coming back out with quickness. He goes to grab more bags but before he can, you stop him. 

“Sugar, What’s wrong?”

“Huh?” You’re quick to push him against the car door and lean in for a kiss. It’s nothing but a quick peck, but you notice he instantly melts against your touch. He blushes when he realizes but you’re quick to stop him from becoming shy. “N-Nothing, My Love.”

“Nu-Uh. Look at me,” You whisper while rubbing your thumb across his bottom lip. He instantly takes it into his mouth and sucks on it. Hard.

“I-It’s nothing. I just missed you,” He mumbles as you beam with pride at how soft your baby is.

“Well… Let’s finish so I can show you how much I missed you,” You hum, moving to let him head toward the house. Before he can get too far, you smack him on the ass to give him a little boost. He lets off a tiny moan, hurrying to take the groceries into the house.

When he comes back out, he glances around before asking, “Is that it?”

“Yeah, I have a couple more things if you wanna start putting everything else away. I’ll be right behind you.” 

Jimin nods, running back into the house to finish his tasks. Although, you can’t help but feel like you’re being watched. You shrug it off and grab the rest of the bags and head inside to see he’s halfway done. 

“Is everything there?” You questioned, setting the rest of the bags down on the counter. “I should be able to make enough to last the night.”

“For the Yubuchobap and Fried Chicken?”

“Mhm.” You smile, watching as he reaches to put the cans in the cupboard. You move to stand behind him as you lift his oversized shirt to run your fingers down his spine before reaching his ass. He shivers at the feeling, loving how your lips feel against the back of his neck. “That's what you wanted me to make, right little dove?”

He nods, whining softly and pushing himself back into you to try and get you to touch him more. When you give his ass a light smack, he immediately stops.

“Please…”

“You’re so cute when you’re needy,” You chuckle into his ear, giving his ear lobe a soft nip before letting your hands roam lower. “I haven’t even touched you and you’re already melting.” 

“Because your touch feels too good.”

You hum, “I bet it does, Prince. And where do you want my touch?”

“All over me.” Jimin bucks his hips as you run your hand over the bulge in his sweats.

“Are you sure?” You tease while stroking him over his clothes. You can hear his breathing pick up as his oversized shirt falls off his shoulder. “Show me.”

He brings your left hand to his throat while placing the right at the hem of his sweats. When you pull them down, you reveal the secret of his cute purple lace boy shorts he decided to wear. His ass looks phenomenal and you can’t help but give him another smack on the cheek. This time, you knead the skin so he doesn’t bruise too much.

“Awww,” You coo, listening to how hot he sounds when he moans your name. “Don’t you look lovely.”

“I wore them for you.” He gasps once you start to palm at his cock through the underwear, the friction itself is enough to make him weak at the knees. “I-I wanted to look pretty.”

“And you look gorgeous, Petal.” His head falls back against your chest as you continue to feel him up. He ruts into your hand and bites his bottom lip the moment you squeeze it. 

“Mommy… P-Please…”

“Please what?” You smirk, nuzzling your nose into the crook of his neck. You dip your hand in the front of his panties and stroke him, feeling the pre-cum oozing onto your hand. You can feel just how hard he is just from your touch. Listening to him whine and plead makes you wetter at the fact that he’s this way because of you.

“I want you,” He murmurs, “Can we go to the bedroom?”

“Or we can do it here.” Your eyebrows quirk while you smirk mischievously. “You wanted to do it with the blinds open, didn’t you? That was one of your fantasies, wasn’t it?” 

“I—I… Well, yeah but what if he sees?” You follow his line of sight to see your next door neighbor, Namjoon, is in his kitchen on his laptop. Whoever built your duplex had the bright idea to make the window tall but narrow and unless you have blinds or curtains covering them, anyone can see through inside. Also with your kitchens facing the same direction, all he has to do is look over and he would have a full view of everything.

In which, you know he would love that. You’ve seen the way he looks at Jimin as if he wants to devour him whole. The only reason he hasn’t been invited into your bedroom is because Jimin doesn’t want it. And well, you don’t want to have to fight someone over Jimin.

“And if he does?” You push him forward to lean him over the counter. Jimin wouldn’t admit it but he loves being manhandled by you but the thought of Namjoon seeing the two of you is making him worry. “Sweetheart, you’re shaking. What’s wrong?”

Jimin’s cherub cheeks flare once he puffs them out. The red slowly tints over the pink. He’s thinking about it. He knows it’s something the two of you discussed but actually following through with it is a different story.

“Baby? Look at me.” You pause your movements to turn him around to face you. Your hand goes to cup his face while removing your other hand from his underwear. You never want to make him uncomfortable. Ever. And if this isn’t something that he wants to do then you’ll move the party somewhere else. “Petal, we don’t have to if you don’t want to. We can always stop.”

He gazes over at his neighbor who is immersed in his own world. The man is so absorbed in his laptop work. What are the odds he’d actually look over? Jimin takes the chance to glance over, just for a moment and then looks back at you. 

“Okay,” He breathes, his lips crashing into yours. It’s rushed but his lips are soft. The taste of his peach chapstick is ever so present too. “I want to.”

It’s the thrill of getting caught for him. The thrill of knowing Namjoon can look but he definitely can’t touch. The thrill of knowing that he’s your and yours alone. No matter how many times you share your bed with others, it’s always going to be you and him.

“I’m serious.” You pause what you’re doing to get him to look you in your eyes. The last thing you want to do is make him uncomfortable. He’s had enough of that in his previous relationships. “We don’t have to, honey.”

“I want to,” He says, kissing your jawline then down to your neck before throwing his arms around your waist. You lean back to not influence his decision as he whines about not being able to kiss you but you bring your thumb up to rub the corner of his lips. 

“I’m going to ask you one more time. Are you sure?” “I’m positive, Mommy.” He grabs your waist and pulls you into his front. Bringing your hand down to his cock to rub it again. “Please touch me…” You chuckle at how needy he is before running your hand up his chest to gently wrap around his neck.

“As you wish, my dear.” You lean forward to kiss his delicate lips one more time before yanking his shirt over his head and yanking his panties down. “I want to see you. All of you.” He whimpers when you slowly lower yourself, nipping at his belly until you’re on your knees in front of him. You glance up to take in his expressions. Eyes hooded, mouth agape and waiting. He loves how you tease. Flicking your fingers over his nipples while kissing and nipping at his muscular thighs.

Your mouth waters at the sight of how endowed he is and when you start to stroke him, his head falls back in utter bliss. It always amazes you with how much he’s packing. He’s not even fully hard yet but with the way you’re about to work your mouth around him, it definitely won’t take long. 

“Oh fuck.” He releases a sigh as he tries to silence his sounds. He brings his fist to his mouth to try and muffle the sounds of his moaning but you’re quick to pull it away. “Don’t you dare,” You warn him, only to receive a whine in return. “I wanna hear how pretty you sound, Petal.” 

Your hand pressed to his hip for leverage as he refrains from putting his hands on your head for leverage of his own. Instead, he squeezes the counter until his knuckles start to turn white because the feel of your mouth is godsend. The way you work your tongue around the tip of his dick has him so close to coming undone but he wants to hold on until he can’t anymore.

“Oh, That f-feels so good.” 

“Yeah? You like that, Petal?” You ask, voice hoarse for wear but holy shit you sound so fucking sexy and it makes Jimin want to shove his cock even further down your throat. In which, he knows you can take it. You do it every time.

“I do…” He mewls, his voice trembling with the way his stomaching is starting to coil. You’re so good at pleasuring him that he doesn’t know if he’ll ever recover if the two of you don’t work out. “P-Please..”

“Please what, my love?” You ask with a pop of your lips, opting to continue jacking him off with the added twist of your wrist. He can hear how sloppy it’s getting, the sounds turning him more than it should. He always loves the way you slurp him down. How you work his cock until he cums in and all over you. 

As you continue to suck his dick, Jimin takes the chance to look over to see that your neighbor has noticed your activity. Though, he’s trying his best to be oblivious to what’s going on. 

“Holy shit…” Jimin gasps, pretty mouth falling open as he moans, “I-nngh-I think he sees us.” 

You pull your mouth off him to glance over noticing he’s sitting at the island and eating. His phone is up like he’s doing something on it but you think he’s recording. When you smirk at him, he fumbles with it as it crashes to the ground. You’re pretty sure the screen is cracked.

“Let’s give him a show then. Are you okay with that?” “Yes.” Jimin whimpers when you let go of his cock, helping him sit up on the counter. Pushing his leg up, he hooks it around your waist and he leans up to kiss you, darting his tongue into your mouth. He can faintly taste himself as he grinds into your front. 

The rough material of your shirt helps just a little bit. You nip at his bottom lip, pulling it toward you as you push his legs further apart. “Get comfortable,” You whisper in his ear, “I’ll be back.” “W-Where are you going?” His eyes widened as he leaned on his elbows. He goes to  close his legs but you pop him in his inner thigh as if to tell him no. He pouts, “Don’t leave.”

“I’ll be back, baby. Get comfortable for me, my prince.” 

When he calls your name you simply tell him you’re going to get a toy as you saunter off toward the room without a care in the world. Jimin gnaws at his bottom lip and lays back against the cold surface of the isle counter. 

He doesn’t want to look over. 

He doesn’t want to know if Namjoon’s still getting a full show at your expense but he can’t deny the fact that it’s turning him on more that you have an audience. Granted, he would never let him touch him. Hell, you don’t really like sharing (in which Jimin is more than okay with that) so he has nothing to worry about.

But of course… he’s still curious so he takes the chance to glance out the window to see that Namjoon is gone. Jimin sighs, relieved for a second that he wouldn’t make eye contact with his neighbor. A very hot but weird neighbor.

“H-Honey?” Jimin sits up and calls out to you. You’re taking forever! Where are you? What the hell are you doing? Why were you taking forever?

So many questions that have no answer. He starts to scoot toward the edge but, before he can jump off, he hears your bare footsteps against the tiles. You’re coming back and he realizes he’s moved out of his spot. He clicks his tongue, scooting back and lying down in the position he was in. 

“You look so cute, baby.” You nip at your bottom lip, eyeing him up and down because he’s so damn fine.

“Please touch me!” Jimin whines, reaching out for you to come closer. Which you do, but not close enough for his liking. “You didn’t move, did you?” You question, seeing him furiously shake his head. Your purple manicure nails lightly scratched down his stomach before wrapping around his cock to stroke. 

“Oh…” Jimin falls back against the counter as you move to stand between his legs. He wraps his legs around your waist to pull you closer. It feels so good but you’re being too soft right now.

“You wouldn’t lie to me baby, now would you?”

“No!” Jimin’s breaths hitch as he tries to sit up but, you’re quick to push him back down by his chest. ”N-No, I wouldn’t.”

You hum, setting the new tropical fruit-flavored lube you bought earlier next to him on the counter. Your eyes meet and he knows what you want to do. He’s down for it. He wants you to make him cum.

He’s ready.

“You’re so eager, Petal.” You lick your lips, giving his thick thigh a slap before kneading the flesh. The more he lays still there the more he starts to become self-conscious but when you start caressing his body he tenses a little more. He’s gnawing his lip at this point and you’re afraid he’s going to break the skin if he keeps going. You want him to relax and what better way than to sing his praise. He needs to be opened up before he can take the bigger reward. If you decide to give it to him.

“You’re so good for me, Petal.” You bring your index finger to your mouth to lick it before rubbing your index finger against his rim. He clenches before relaxing only slightly and moaning the moment you push inside. You get him to bend his legs so his feet can sit on the edge of the counter. Opening him up wider.

“Aren’t you baby?”

“Yes,” He whimpers as he tries to move closer to you. He looks so cute wiggling to try and fuck himself on his fingers until you slap him on his balls to get him to stop moving so much. His eyes roll to the back of his head, biting his lip harder. He’s trying so hard not to come from the bare minimum but you do it so well, he doesn’t know how much longer he can hold it.  “I was good. I didn’t move.”

“I know you didn’t, my pretty petal.”

Jimin moans at the praise, begging for you to continue touching him where he needs it the most.

You lean closer to kiss his inner thighs. He’s trembling under your touch, whining about wanting to cum but you don’t want him to. 

Not yet. 

You stop and take the moment to pour more lube onto your finger as Jimin gasps at the warm, wet finger pushing past his rim again. He hisses at the light sting but relishes in the way you’re opening him up. Relishing in the attentive attention you’re giving him. Relishing the fact that Namjoon wants what he can’t have. You can see it in his eyes, hear it in his labored breathing that he’s so close to losing himself but he wants to be obedient. 

He doesn’t want to cum until you tell him to. “M-More…” He pleads, hearing you chuckle at his desperation though you give him what he wants. You press two-lube soaked fingers into him, still making sure he’s comfortable. When he gives you the okay, you begin pumping said fingers in and out of him, hearing his high pitch moans. “Is that enough or do you want more?” You ask, still pumping in and out of him. He can barely get a word out when you begin to slow down and he cries for you not to stop. “More?”

“Y-Yes! Please!”

“More fingers?” You mock him teasingly, hearing him groan as he tries to sit up but you’re quick to press back into his chest. “Or do you want this?”

You wave the silicone toy in his face, seeing him salivate at the sight. 

“I want the toy,” He exhales, but you shake your head. “Pretty please can I have it?”

“Well then I would have to open you up some more, baby.” You coo when he wiggles closer. He doesn’t care. He wants you to do what you have to. “Is that what you want?”

“Yes. Please.”

You remove your fingers to pull him off the counter and turn him around to bend him over it. He hates the feeling of being empty but he knows you’re going to fill him up again soon. He nods when your hand comes down with force. It causes him to jerk forward. At this point, he’s leaking. He wants you to finish opening him up so you can fuck him properly.

He wants to cum so bad.

“Just a little bit more, Petal.” You whisper close to his ear before nipping at it. “Your ass is just so amazing. It sucks my fingers right in because of how wet you are.” 

You praise him with another slap on his left cheek before kneading the soreness out. 

“I could play with it all day.” 

He can feel your nails drag up and down the back of his thighs. His legs quiver, falling forward as he fights to not cum untouched. You’re making it so goddamn hard, he doesn’t know how he is going to last.

“So pretty and wet. I love everything about you, my love.” You’re on your knees again and he knows what’s coming next when you grip both his cheeks to pull them apart.

“All for me.”

“It’s yours, Mommy!”

The last part of his sentence jumps octaves when you run your tongue from his balls to his awaiting hole. The wet, warm muscle feels amazing as he pushes back for you to go deeper. Especially when you reach between his legs to start stroking him again. His breath hitches but, it soon turns into lustrous moans when he feels the fire building in the pit of his stomach faster than before. You flick your tongue before going to tongue fuck his hole, hoping it’ll bring him to his orgasm. As far as you can tell with the way his knees buck and the way his moans get louder and louder with each fuck, he’s soaring close to it. He grips the counter for leverage when you remove your tongue only to start fingering him again. This time faster, hitting his prostate over and over until his mind is completely shattered. All he feels is your hands caressing his body. Your mouth leaves kisses and licks in places that have his toes curling. When your mouth is wrapped around his cock from the back, he loses it.

Honestly, he doesn't know how much more he can take.

“I-I’m—Cum—Oh fuck!” He cries when you release him from your mouth to go back to eating him out. He reaches back to push you in further but, the slap that comes down to his ass lets him know he’s out of line. “I wanna c-cum, M-Mommy. Pleaseee, Let me!”

“Do you want to, Petal?” You ask, stopping your movement in favor of letting his fire die. You notice his head falls forward as the back of his neck is covered in a sheen of sweat. His breathing grows labored and he looks so damn hot begging for his release. “Or do you wanna feel me first?”

He doesn’t have to glance back to know what you’re talking about. He can feel the silicone rubbing against his ass and he can’t help but vibrate with excitement. He hates the fact that he loves being edged. He hates that you know he does too. And he hates that you love doing it because you do it so fucking well.

“I wanna feel you please…” 

“Thought so.” You preen at how fucked he is. Eyes hooded, mind all fuzzy and dazed. He looks so damn cute. “I can’t wait to wreck you. Is that what you want, baby?”

Jimin nods as he can feel the traces of your fingertips along his spine. They travel down, down, down until you reach his backside. You give it a hard smack before squeezing his ass to your heart's content.

"Good because I'm the one that gets to ravish you until you can't think of anything but me." You kiss his cheek to hear him sigh out in response. "I'm the one that gets to fuck you until you're brain-dead and can't think of anything but the way that little plastic cock drills your wet hole. Hold your cheeks apart, baby." 

He does as he's told, too enamored by the kiss to think otherwise. You know he has a pretty view of Jimin as you pump your fingers in and out, letting them brush against his prostate over and over again. You can feel his pleasure in the way he moans into your kiss, and it only fuels your desire. 

"You're doing so good, baby. So good for me, honey."

"You're going to make me hard again."

"Hm. Is that right?" 

“Yes…”

“Good.” You hum, fingers pulling his cheeks apart as he buries his head into the crook of your neck the moment you start to circle your index finger around his rim. Jimin knows what you're thinking and god, does it make it harder just thinking about you claiming him in front of others? "You think Namjoon would fuck you this good?"

"No..." Jimin whines, rutting against your thighs and fucking himself back on your fingers when you add a second. "You fucked me so good. You ruined me for anyone else."

"I did, huh?" You know you did and for as long as he lets you, you'll continue to do so. "And you know I'm not done with you yet."

"I know. I don't want you to be." His nails dig into your back as it's your turn to kiss his sweetly swollen lips. "Keep ruining me."

"Oh honey," You tease, nipping at his bottom lip as he chases after you. "I'll ruin you for as long as you want me to." Instead of letting him kiss you, you place your finger over his mouth and allow him to throw his arms around your shoulders to hold you close. “Hold on, sweetheart.”

That’s when you notice movement out of the corner of your eye. Realizing your neighbor is back in his seat and still trying his best to make sure you don’t notice what he’s doing. It’s clear as day though and in this moment, you think of Jimin.

“Baby?” You turn your attention back to Jimin who looks so unbelievably fucked from your touch. “Stay with me, Petal. Answer me.”

“Please…” He whines, laying his head on your chest as you take the moment to shower him with the love he deserves. Kisses to his cheeks, jawline, and where else your lips can touch. “I love you.”

“And I love you, Pretty.” Jimin blushes, harder. He grows impatient as he realizes he can’t feel you touching him anymore. “My pretty petal.”

“Mommy…” He urges, snuggling right into your neck. Unsure if he’s the reason you’ve stopped. Why did you stop? “P-Please move. I wan’-”

“Baby, listen to me.” He gasps the moment you nip at his bottom lip, eyes finding yours to look into. He looks so beautiful like this. Under your thumb and ready and willing to do whatever it is you want him to do. “Are you still okay with this?”

“Huh?” He pouts and you want nothing more than to kiss it away but you need an answer from him before you continue.

“With him watching.”

You don’t want to make it obvious that you know because from Namjoon's perspective, he doesn’t think you do. 

“We can go to our bedroom or the living room if you don’t want to. Yes or no.”

“Yes.” Jimin nods so hard, you swear his head is going to fall off his shoulders. “Wan’ cum.”

You glance at your nosey neighbor one more time before deciding for him. He’s not in a good state of mind to make decisions and you would feel awful if he came to regret his decision later.

“No, No.” You remove yourself from Jimin, noticing he’s dropping more into his subspace by the second. He needs to be in the comfort of the two of you not to be gawked at like a piece of meat. “Baby, come with me.”

You grab everything off the counter before taking his hand and leading him into the living room. He has a permanent pout on his face but you know just what to do to get him in high spirits again.

“Does my baby want his reward for being patient and obedient?” You ask, oh so sweetly, as you lead him to sit on the couch. “I’m ready to give it to you.”

He nods but he knows that’s not good enough.

“Words, Petal. Let me hear you.”

“I want it.” He pants, opening his legs wider for you to kneel in front of him. His cock is as red as a tomato, looking as if it’s ready to explode. You lean down to lick the pre-cum off the tip as he whines for more. “I want you, Mommy. Please touch me.”

“Oh yeah?” 

“Yes!” You notice tears pricking at his eyes and you don’t want to see him in any more pain. He deserves his release and you’re planning on giving it to him. You reach for the lube beside the couch and pour a generous amount of it all over the toy you were going to use on him tonight. You can practically hear Jimin purr and it spurs you on more.

“Are you ready, Petal?” “I am.”

You rub the toy from his balls to his rectum before tapping it against his balls and watching his cock jump from excitement. You know if you hit the right spot, he will cum. Honestly, It’s what you’re banking on.

“Baby, hold your legs up for me.” You help him by placing his feet on the edge of the couch and pulling his bottom closer to you for leverage. He eyes you curiously, unsure of what you’re about to do. You want him to cum, want him to finally get the release he deserves since you’ve been edging him as you slowly insert the toy back into him. 

Only, instead of starting to move it, you angle it so it’ll graze his prostate if he moves.

“Be still, pretty,” You warn as he whines, his head falling back against the couch. He loves it when you’re ruthless with your teasing , but now, he wants to feel you close. 

‘You want me. my prince?” His eyes light up the moment you move away as he watches you stand to your feet to pull your leggings down your legs and off to the side. Uncaring of where they land. He realizes a minute too late that you weren’t wearing any underwear and before he can say anything, you move his legs back down and in the process, it pushes hard against him as he moans. 

“I want you…” He whimpers, biting his bottom lip as you make the move to stand above him on the couch. His eyes go straight to your pussy and wet you are. The way it’s glistening in the light makes his mouth water even more. “Mommy,” He moans, brain focused on one thing and that’s to pleasure you. “Please.”

“Like what you see, Honey?” You squat to hover over his lap, grabbing his jaw to bring his face closer. You kiss his lips as he melts in your embrace and it’s the cutest thing you’ve seen. “You want me to fuck you, my prince.”

“I do,” He whispers against your lips and well, who are you to deny such a request? “Take me…”

“Oh, baby I’m going make you cum so hard you’re not gonna remember how to speak.” 

At that, Jimin’s mind goes into a frenzy as he tries to raise his hips to be closer to you but you stop him.

“Have a little patience, baby.” You kiss down his neck as you nip and bite at the spot that makes him lose his mind. He’s so close! So, so close and he doesn’t know what to do. “Put your hands behind your back, sweetheart, and keep them there.”

He practically sits on his hands and when you deem him ready, you make quick work of grabbing his cock and lining it up with your wet cunt. He waits in anticipation once you make eye contact, his mouth falling open the moment you take all of him. You sit briefly, eyes scrunched close and listening to his soft pants.

“You fit me perfectly.” You moan, seeing Jimin with tears brimming at the corner of his eyes.

“You feel so good,” He softly sighs, feeling the way your pussy clenches around him. With how much you’ve edged him, he doesn’t know how much longer he’ll last but he wants to try to last as much as he can. “I-I’m ready…”

“You’re so soft, baby.” You pepper kisses all over his cheek and jawline that he closes his eyes to accept. The feeling of being so loved by someone that it’s making his heart want to burst from his chest he doesn’t know what to do. He doesn’t wanna do anything but you. “You look so pretty.”

“Only pretty for you.”

“Yeah? No one else?”

“No one compares to you, mommy.” His face falls into the crook of your neck as he whimpers at the feeling of him bottoming out inside you. “Oh god…” Jimin sighs, nails digging into his wrists as he tries his hardest not to touch you no matter how much he wants to. “M-Move, please.”

You’re slow to rotate your hips, loving the way his cock drags against your walls. He’s so thick that he fits you so snug and the way your walls clench around him has him almost blowing his load.

“I can’t-”

“Yes you can, baby.” You lift your hips before sitting on his cock to begin rocking back and forth. You roll your hips and he can feel the way your pussy clenches against his cock.

“Touch. ‘Wan touch. ‘M so c-close. Please!”

“Go ahead, Petal.” You smile and when he grabs you by the waist, you can’t help but pick up your pace. He can feel your breast drag against his chest every time you go up and down. The skin to skin contact feels so good, it makes him feel like he’s on fire. His body burns from the intensity of your movements. “Feels good?”

“So good.”

Jimin squeezes your waist as you let out a moan. You find yourself wanting to kiss Jimin as you press your lips into his. It starts slow and soft, before pressing harder and pushing your tongue into his mouth. He kisses you back eagerly as your tongues intertwine. Deep and passionate. The sounds of the couch scraping against the wooden floor is like nails to a chalkboard the more you continue to ride him but his moans outweigh it.

You smile into the kiss as his eyes flutter shut. He is savoring the moment. 

"I'm close. Again. Close so close..." He whines, unable to keep up with the feeling burning in his stomach. He feels like he's about to explode with pleasure. He's dropping further and further into his sub-drop as he clings to you harder. He holds you as close as he physically can but you know it's not enough for him. He's going to need more and you're going to give your baby what he wants.

"You're almost there, sweetie."

"Please..." He can feel your hand between your bodies, no doubt going to play with your clit to help you cum. He would help but he’s so lost, he’s not sure if he’ll be much use. “Cum… with me?”

"Mhm, Stay with me, honey."

"Please, Please!" He's breathless, nails digging in your back as he's lost in fucking himself in your pussy. You moaning out that your cumming only fuels his fire. He’s coming in hot behind you. "Cum... Cum... I'm-"

You feel his warm cum seep into you the moment it happens as you let him finally  ride out his orgasm. He shudders before whining about being sensitive and wet.

"Fuck..." His eyes roll to the back of his head and for a second, you can't help but feel a surge of pleasure ripple through you. You take a deep breath and smile, feeling satisfied and pleased. You reach a hand up to brush his hair back from his face and kiss his forehead. He's still before slumping against your chest, exhausted. You wrap your arms around him, feeling your heart swell with so much love.

"Jimin.” You hold Jimin's face, and seeing the look of relief that washes over his features makes you feel a sense of love. “How are you feeling, sweetheart? Feeling good?"

"Feeling great." He reassures you, leaning forward to kiss you on the lips. He grabs your arms to get you to wrap them around his waist. You can feel him grin against your neck, mimicking his gesture because that’s all you want for him. “It was amazing.” “Really?”

"Yes.” He squeezes your waist before doing his best to hold you still. “I also wanted to say thank you." 

"For what, my love?" 

“Being so good to me.” Jimin grins as he throws his arms around your neck to pull you closer. You fall against his chest in a fit of laughter but he knows it’s not in a fit of mocking. 

“That’s all I want to be. You deserve the world Jimin and I plan to give it to you.” You bring your hand to his cheek to caress as he melts into your embrace. He knows this but hearing you say it makes his heart flutter even more. “Don’t let anyone else tell you otherwise, baby.”

He nods, trying to hide his blushing cheeks. He feels as if he’s on cloud nine and he doesn’t want to come down. 

“Baby look at me.” 

He leans back to look at you with a lovesick smile. He’s drunk off you and quite honestly, it’s the best feeling in the world. 

“You’re so pretty.” You smile back, finally feeling him soften inside of you. Do you want to get up? No not at all but when you check the time, you realize you’re going to be late. “Baby, we should get up.”

“No!” He’s quick to wrap his arms around your waist to hold you still. “You’re so warm. Don’t wanna leave…”

“We’re going to be late.”

Jimin whines, uncaring of anything other than loving you. You know when he gets like this, it gets hard for him to come back without the proper coaxing. So Instead, you lean into his warmth, holding his head into your breath as you hear him release the breath he was holding. You play with the hair on the back of his neck and there’s a moment where all you want to do is stay here in his arms. 

“Baby?” You lean back to kiss his forehead as he looks at you with nothing but love sparkling in his eyes. “Do you wanna just stay here? We can order takeout.”

He nods and well, you know neither of you are going to get up any time soon.

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[riddle-rosethorns]

TWST Horror Movie Headcanons

Summary: It's Halloween, and what better way to celebrate than a horror movie marathon! The only question is, can the Night Raven boys handle it?

Characters: All main NRC students Pairings: None (Rookvil if you squint) CWs: Very brief mentions of horror tropes and subgenres including gore, jumpscares, monsters, murder, torture, insects, aliens, robots, demons, and more.

A/N: Just a fun little thing to celebrate Halloween! If you want to hear more or are curious to know my justifications for the genre choices, feel free to shoot me an ask!

Riddle Rosehearts

Had never seen a horror movie before coming to Night Raven because of his strict and sheltered upbringing

Easily the loudest screamer out of all the boys and the most likely to knock the popcorn bowl onto the floor

Does alright with high-concept thrillers, but can't stomach anything too gory and is extremely sensitive to jumpscares

Favorite subgenre(s): Psychological thriller, gothic horror

Least favorite subgenre(s): Splatter films, slasher films

Ace Trappola

Considers himself a casual horror fan, having seen plenty of scary movies at parties and on television thanks to his brother

Talks big game about being unshakable only to tense up at every scare and then try to laugh it off when questioned

Always easily startled for a solid 12 hours afterward and will jump out of his skin if anyone sneaks up behind him

Favorite subgenre(s): Slasher films

Least favorite subgenre(s): Gothic horror

Deuce Spade

Like Ace, has (unwillingly) seen a lot of horror movies at parties, but he used to pretend to like them to seem cool

Doesn't even try to hide the fact that he's scared because he knows it would still be obvious

Also like Ace, becomes extremely jumpy after the fact and has been known to throw punches at people who catch him off-guard

Favorite subgenre(s): Sci-fi horror, post-apocalyptic horror

Least favorite subgenre(s): Home invasion films

Cater Diamond

An avid horror fan (despite what people may assume) and always stays up to date on the latest releases

Isn't usually affected by shocking visuals or jumpscares when watching alone, but will overplay his reactions when with a group

Cracks jokes during the most tense parts of the movie in order to keep himself from being haunted by them later

Favorite subgenre(s): Comedy-horror, camp horror

Least favorite subgenre(s): Existential horror

Trey Clover

Doesn't really enjoy horror content, but will watch scary movies with other people if invited

Perceived as very stoic and unreactive, but his secret is that he stealthily takes his glasses off when things get too intense

One of the few boys to be relatively unaffected after the fact, if only because he typically never sees the entire movie

Favorite subgenre(s): Psychological thriller

Least favorite subgenre(s): Cannibal horror

Leona Kingscholar

Enjoys horror movies just as much as other movies, which is to say he'll take any excuse to sit in one place for as long as possible

Almost never responds to scares with anything more intense than a flick of his tail and a muttered, "Oh shit."

Teases the guys in his dorm that get freaked out by brushing them with his tail or sneaking up behind them

Favorite subgenre(s): Survival horror

Least favorite subgenre(s): Gothic horror, arthouse horror

Ruggie Bucchi

Has mostly seen vintage horror movies because they're easier to find for free online or on television than new releases

Enjoys making fun of the hokey effects and stupid plot points of B movies but is easily caught off-guard by genuine scares

Able to brush off most horror clichés by convincing himself that he is resourceful enough to survive them

Favorite subgenre(s): Camp horror

Least favorite subgenre(s): Psychological thriller

Jack Howl

Has been subjected to numerous werewolf movies throughout his life and has far more bad things to say about them than good

Startled by jumpscares involving loud noises, which will cause his ears to fold back and his tail to puff up

The one his friends will run to for protection after watching an especially scary flick due to both his physical and mental strength

Favorite subgenre(s): Natural horror, creature features (not involving werewolves)

Least favorite subgenre(s): Werewolf fiction

Azul Ashengrotto

Fairly squeamish about most types of horror content but would never admit to it

Keeps a flawless poker face throughout the entire runtime of any scary movie despite being internally scared shitless

Always interrogates the Leech twins afterwards about how they would respond were a killer to infiltrate Octavinelle dorm

Favorite subgenre(s): Giallo films

Least favorite subgenre(s): Aquatic horror, cosmic horror

Jade Leech

Finds horror content to be a fascinating way to learn about human culture and its collective fears

Always pays rapt attention to the movie, nodding and saying "Interesting," when something especially gruesome happens

Sometimes he'll bring along a pencil and notepad and pretend to take notes on the killer's methods to fuck with his dormmates

Favorite subgenre(s): Natural horror, cosmic horror

Least favorite subgenre(s): Zombie movies

Floyd Leech

Equally as interested in horror as his brother, mostly because he's impressed by all the murder methods humans can come up with

Laughs and claps like an excited child every time someone gets killed or otherwise dismembered on screen

Literally completely unbothered by all manner of violence and has zero issues falling asleep after a scary movie

Favorite subgenre(s): Splatter films, torture films

Least favorite subgenre(s): None (science has yet to discover a trend as to which movies Floyd will dislike)

Kalim Al-Asim

Isn't necessarily a die-hard horror fan, just enjoys having movie nights of all sorts with his friends and dormmates

Will startle at jumpscares but is always delighted to the point of giggling at being caught off-guard

The type to clap and say "That was fun!" as the credits roll while everyone around him sits in horrified silence

Favorite subgenre(s): Comedy-horror, camp horror

Least favorite subgenre(s): Apocalyptic horror

Jamil Viper

Mostly indifferent to horror as a genre, will watch it if asked but doesn't really seek it out or avoid it

Isn't affected by most kinds of scares except the ones involving bugs, which will fuck him up irreparably for days

Quick to crack down on any students that try to scare each other after the screening is over, despite secretly finding it amusing

Favorite subgenre(s): Psychological thriller, mythological horror

Least favorite subgenre(s): Natural horror (especially when bugs are involved)

Vil Schoenheit

Being in film research club, he doesn't shy away from studying films of any genre, including horror

Will sometimes grip Rook's arm hard enough to bruise during especially tense scenes (Rook doesn't mind)

Able to maintain his composure by commenting on and critiquing the cinematography and special effects

Favorite subgenre(s): Arthouse horror

Least favorite subgenre(s): Zombie movies, body horror

Rook Hunt

A general film appreciator, but finds the costuming and SFX makeup used in classic horror movies especially fascinating

Finds something to compliment about every killing, whether it's the acting, the creativity of the murderer's method, or otherwise

Often the unintentional source of scares in the dorm after a horror movie screening due to his naturally stealthy footsteps

Favorite subgenre(s): Found footage, arthouse horror

Least favorite subgenre(s): None (he finds beauté in every film he watches)

Epel Felmier

Initially gets into horror due to it being a "masculine" interest, but eventually comes to appreciate the complexities of the genre

Not easily affected by jumpscares, but when he is, he'll shout at the screen and cuss out whatever made him jump

Better at shaking off the creeping feeling of dread afterwards than most of his friends, or at least pretending like he is

Favorite subgenre(s): Folk horror, mythological horror

Least favorite subgenre(s): Backwoods horror

Idia Shroud

Simultaneously a huge horror fan and also a gigantic weenie who is convinced that creatures will manifest in his room at night

Nitpicks the clichés and inaccuracies in science-based horror to the point that it annoys his fellow viewers

Often stays up all night playing video games after watching a scary movie but proceeds to seek out horror content anyway

Favorite subgenre(s): Dark fantasy, sci-fi horror (only the ones about aliens)

Least favorite subgenre(s): Techno-horror

Ortho Shroud

Also a member of film research club and enjoys analyzing movies of all kinds to add to his databases

Doesn't experience fear in the same way other organic beings do, but simulates the typical responses in order to feel included

Likes asking Idia for new gear and upgrades inspired by his favorite horror villain designs (usually the cool robots)

Favorite subgenre(s): Techno-horror, sci-fi horror

Least favorite subgenre(s): Slasher films

Malleus Draconia

Mostly desensitized to horror content due to Lilia's fascination with it, but still enjoys the thrill when a film can surprise him

Doesn't typically react to scares, but there has been at least one instance where he has singed the pillow he was holding in shock

Demonic horror films are banned in Diasomnia because others seeing his shadow after a screening caused too much chaos

Favorite subgenre(s): Gothic horror, dark fantasy

Least favorite subgenre(s): Techno-horror

Lilia Vanrouge

Possibly the biggest horror buff in the entirety of Night Raven and claims to have seen every horror film ever made

Surprisingly quiet when watching scary movies with others so as not to spoil any of the scares

Enjoys pranking other students by spooking them after the movie, especially Silver and Sebek

Favorite subgenre(s): Camp horror, vampire films

Least favorite subgenre(s): None

Silver

Not really into movies since he usually falls asleep during them but is familiar with horror as a result of being raised by Lilia

Actually prefers movies with a lot of jumpscares and shock value because it's the only kind that can keep him awake

Accustomed to his father's attempts to scare him but will still jump and reach for his sword when startled

Favorite subgenre(s): Slasher films, natural horror

Least favorite subgenre(s): Backwoods horror

Sebek Zigvolt

Despite being exposed to horror at a young age, still very easily frightened no matter how much he pretends not to be

Will put his arm out to shield others in response to scares only if Malleus is present at the screening, otherwise curls into a ball

Second loudest screamer out of all the boys, bested only by Riddle, which makes him a prime target for post-movie pranks

Favorite subgenre(s): Gothic horror

Least favorite subgenre(s): Techno-horror, sci-fi horror

[yaksha-lover]

Yo yo sorry if this ask is odd I have experienced hell in the past few days as per the monthly schedule and since I'm fixated upon your vampire AU I was wondering if you'd be cool with me sending in an ask about what it'd be like to deal with having a period when surrounded by vampires.

(gonna refer to the reader as 'the resident human' using they/them pronouns sorry if it gets a bit muddled idk how to word this ask haha)

Content warning: I'm gonna mention periods / shark week / the blood moon / womb blender hours / scheduled monthly hell, etc.

From 1-10 how would you rate how sucky it'd be to have a period in a house full of vampires? Like, on one hand, some of them are probably either avoiding (Riddle) or even stalking (Rook perhaps) their resident human...

But on the other hand, if the human in cramp hell - I'm under the impression that the vampire bites could potentially counteract that to some degree right? Like they'd get rid of some of the pain (rip my anemic ass tho lmao)

Also there's the fact that Lilia's been around long enough to know what's going on and, as per the vampire sense of smell and whatnot, I'd like to imagine he knows before it starts and necessary supplies just sorta show up wherever the resident human will find them when they need them. Plus he's making sure they eat plenty of spinach or similar foods they might need and whatnot.

Uhhh I can't think of anything else lol. Sorry if this was an odd ask, it's kinda been on my mind a while so I figured I might as well share my thoughts. Have a nice day and stay hydrated ( ・⁠∀⁠・⁠) 👍

Lmao you’re all good, I’ve actually answered a couple of asks about periods before: x x

tw: periods, slightly gross (??)

I would say though, because period blood isn’t the same as regular blood, it’s not going to make them act so differently like they would if you had a wound. However, it’s kinda similar so (this might be gross) but I feel like vampires might like the smell of the pheromones cause heightened sense of smell. In that sense, it’s more like a perfume than a food, yk?

Some more shy would definitely blush and avoid MC during this time (Riddle like you mentioned, Adeuce, Jack, Epel, Idia, Sebek).

The more bold vampires would probably act more clingy than usual (Leona, Floyd, Rook) - They are also volunteering their bite to help you out. Despite their unashamed behaviour, they will make sure to keep you comfortable and not take too much blood.

The rest are pretty normal I think, they can control themselves and have the decency to ignore it.

Lilia’s dad energy comes out. You ask him to buy you pads one time and suddenly there’s an entire closet full of a million different supplies, literally anything you could need. Him and the others would be pretty sympathetic to your plights and would be happy to take care of anything you need.

Also you don’t need to track your cycle, Lilia would just be like, hey btw you’re menstruating next week. He knows before you do lol.

So if 1 is hell and 10 is a normal day, I feel like it’s a solid 7/10 at least. You might have to deal with some clingy and awkward guys, but even someone like Leona would take care of you, even if he grumbled while doing it lol.

[death-himself]

Masochism and Cannibalism

I've had this idea in my head for ages but I don't have any OCs that fit it, so I decided fuck it and wrote my first ever x reader fic

Summary: You are a proxy in Slenderman's forest, and want to help out your friend Jack a bit by having him eat you. In the process, Jack finds out you're a huge masochist. (gender-neutral proxy!masochist!reader) Relationship between Jack and reader is up for interpretation, could be friends-with-benefits, could be romantic, could be platonic idk

Content Warnings: masochism, cannibalism, graphic depiction of violence/gore, implication of religious trauma at the very beginning, vaguely NSFW? it doesn't feel sexual to me but it also kinda is but not really

Word Count: 1,760

You knew that Jack hated killing people. He hated what he had been forced to become. One night you had forgotten your jacket in his cabin, and had crept back in to grab it, only to find him kneeling by his bed, praying in a rapid whisper to a god he didn’t even believe in, the knuckles of his hands pressed into his forehead.

From that point on you had become the only one in the Slenderman’s forest to know of his turmoil. While you certainly weren’t one for empathy, considering the requirements of your job, you had always felt for Jack. The closer you got to him, the more you longed to take away his pain.

And then you came up with the perfect plan.

You knocked on the door of Jack’s cabin, hearing his quiet footsteps approach, pause on the other side, then open the door.

“Hello Y/N. Do you need something?” Jack spoke, his voice as steady as ever. You nodded, letting yourself in and sitting at his dining table.

“I’d like to make...an arrangement with you.” Jack’s head tilted to the side slightly; with his mask on it was the only sign of his confusion.

“What kind of arrangement?” He spoke slowly, giving you plenty of time to plan out your next words carefully.

“Well, I’m a proxy. I can’t die, and any injuries I get will heal in a couple hours, right?” Jack nodded, having fully studied every bit of proxy biology since entering the forest. “So...thoughts on eating me?”

“No.” He answered instantly, turning his back to you and stepping into the kitchen to make a pot of coffee.

“What’s the harm in it?”

“There is quite literally nothing but harm in it, Y/N. I’m not eating you.”

“I’m giving you full consent and everything!”

Jack poured two cups of coffee, handing one off to you. “Y/N, there is no reason behind this arrangement. I am...perfectly fine with how I am operating now.” Though it was subtle, you heard the slight tremor in his voice. He cleared his throat and sat across the table from you, avoiding looking in your direction.

You stared down into your coffee cup. “Can we at least try it?” Jack looked up and stared at you for a long time.

“Why are you so insistent on this?”

“I just...wanna help a friend.”

“You are suggesting that I kill you and eat your organs.” He stated bluntly. “Y/N, I appreciate the offer, I do. I just…” Jack paused, mulling over the words in his head for a moment. “It could not be a permanent arrangement. It would simply be too much, I would never be able to repay you.”

“What would you be repaying me for?” You spoke before thinking, not realizing how weird you probably sounded. Jack stared at you fully aware of how weird your question was.

“I would be repaying you for the amount of pain I would be inflicting on you.”

“Right. That.”

“Not to mention I have a limited supply of strong anesthetics. I could use them on you once, but the rest I would prefer to use for patients in need of surgery, not to fulfill my own needs.”

You watched as he lifted his mask, taking a sip of his coffee. His claws were razor-sharp, the glimpse of his fangs you got were even sharper.

Goddamn, why’d he have to be so moral? If he were like Toby or Jeff or any of the other fuckers in this forest he would’ve jumped at the opportunity. You really wanted to feel those claws tear you open and his teeth bite into your lungs. You wanted to nourish him so badly.

“Can we please try it? You can give me a shoulder massage or something after I heal if that calms your conscience.” You tried your best to keep your tone calm and not desperate or pathetic, but he still seemed a bit confused by your insistence. He stared at you for a long moment, before standing up with a sigh.

“Alright. If you’re sure you want to do this. Let’s go down to my lab, it will make the cleanup easier.” You got up a bit too quickly from your seat, following him downstairs to the white walls and floor of his basement.

It was a small, makeshift hospital room, one that you had been in a few times before when a broken bone was taking an annoyingly long time to heal or a wound was dripping blood and making a mess everywhere. He pulled out a hospital bed with a thin, uncomfortable-looking blue mattress.

“I’ll take out your heart, lungs, and liver, starting with your heart so that you die quickly and won’t have to undergo as much pain. Once I am done, I believe it should take roughly five hours until you fully heal and come back to life.” You hummed in response, trying to hide your disappointment at the thought of dying quickly. He would still have to break your ribcage to do any of that. You wondered if he would suck on your bones. The thought of him chewing on one of your rib bones like a dog was kind of funny to you.

You took off your shirt and lay down on the hospital bed, staring up at the white ceiling. You heard Jack pull a medical cart over to your side, before washing his hands and pulling on some blue gloves.

“You don’t have to treat this like a medical procedure, that’s no fun.” He got close enough to stare down at you again. With his mask off, his confusion was plain across his face, eyesockets wide and brows pulled together. It was cute how expressive he was behind that mask.

“How would you like me to do this?” He seemed to slowly begin to understand what you wanted, looking over your relaxed body for a moment. He hummed. “Well, I suppose...when I am cutting open one of my victims I am usually on top of them.”

“Okay.” You responded simply, turning back to staring at the ceiling. You could feel his gaze on you, trying to judge your reaction. You heard him mumble “This is not what I expected my night to turn into,” before hearing him move, the bed shaking a bit as he climbed up, pinning your legs between his thighs.

As he stared down at you, he wore a look of hesitant acceptance, a hint of a smile on his lips. “You are absolutely sure that you want this?” He asked. You grinned at him and nodded. “Would you like to establish a safe word or—”

“Dude, oh my god, just do it.” His smile widened to the point that you could see his sharp teeth behind his lips. He took a scalpel and made his first incision.

The pain only came after the second cut. As he gently pulled back your skin you bit at your lip, trying to not scream out in pain. A wince left your lips as he examined your ribcage, and you felt his hands pull back for a moment. Your vision was swimming as you watched him pause and study your face, before turning back to your ribs. He laid his palm across them, and he pushed down sharply.

There was a loud CRACK as three ribs broke at once. Your body went limp as you forgot how to breathe. You felt him gently pick up each small fracture of bone, placing them on the medical table. There were pieces of your ribs scattered across your heart and lungs; as you took a shaky breath you felt each piece move up and down. Jack picked up what he could with a steady hand, moving it out of the way with as much respect as he could. You thought he was talking to you, but all you could hear by this point was blood rushing through your ears.

Then when Jack was satisfied with your ribs, you felt his warm hand loosely wrap around your pounding heart. He took his pointer finger and thumb and carefully felt for your aorta, before bringing his scalpel closer. You saw his lips move, and could just barely make out him saying “I’ll see you in a few hours.” You felt a sharp cut across your aorta, then others across your veins, arteries, and vena cavas.

Your brain immediately began to panic as your blood stopped moving through your body. You stared up at Jack as your vision dimmed, seeing him bring your heart up to his lips, taking a large bite, blood dripping from his chin onto your exposed stomach. You managed a final smile at him as the world went dark.

You woke up still on that hospital bed. You ran a weak hand across your chest, feeling tidy stitches going down the center. Jack had cleaned you off, you couldn’t find a single speck of dried blood on you. Your regenerated lungs filled with the sterile air of the hospital room, the air feeling fresh and new despite you being in the basement level.

You sat up, looking around. Jack wasn’t there. There was a twinge of disappointment in your new heart, but you brushed it aside, standing up on shaky legs and making your way to the exit door.

The door creaked as it opened, and a pleasant smell hit your nose: breakfast. You quickly climbed the stairs, finding Jack standing at the stove, cooking some scrambled eggs.

“You eat your fill last night?” Jack nodded, turning to you with a gentle smile.

“How are you feeling?”

“Incredible.” You sat down at the table as Jack finished plating up your breakfast, placing it down before you.

“That’s good to hear. I’ll draw a bath for you, and then if you’d like I can give you that shoulder massage as well.” You had almost forgotten about that, still riding off the high of last night.

“Would you actually be down for that?” You asked.

“Your body is likely sore from the regeneration process.” Your body felt perfectly fine to you, maybe a bit weak but otherwise fine. But if he was offering it, it’s not like you were going to say no.

“Sure, why not? Feels like a bit much, though. I mean, I probably got way more enjoyment out of last night than you did.” Jack shook his head.

“I am more than happy to pamper you for the day.”

[femscottlang]

The CPA and SSA - part two

part one part two part three

Aaron Hotchner x accountant! reader

Summary- The case they're currently working on has gotten bad, the unsub has been stalking the team and they need a safe place to stay. Luckily, Aaron has a girlfriend in Alexandria that he has yet to tell the team about. 

Contents/ warnings; description of cases, a little bit of hurt/comfort, established relationship, just overall kinda fluffy and sweet :) 

Word count- 2k-ish

AN: thank you for the love on part one, I didn't expect people to see it if I'm being honest !! Here's part two

Send me asks and requests! im happy to do blurbs on characters from CM and MCU :)

Once you dug through your cabinet and found your oven mitts, you carried the pot of curry into the dining room. Aaron followed behind you with the plate of naan balanced on top of the pot of rice muttering about how he could've carried the heavier pot. “Sure you could, old man.” he scoffed “I'm not that much older than you.” You set the pot down, jogging back to the kitchen to get serving spoons and a pitcher of water. Once everything was set down, you clasped your hands together “It's nothin fancy, but I can promise it tastes good” you smiled, sitting down between Aaron and Penelope, who was practically vibrating in her seat. 

“Oh shoot, I forgot to get y'all glasses for the water” you slapped your hand over your forehead and moved to get up. Before you could stand, Aaron placed a hand on your thigh and made you sit back down “You’ve done plenty. I’ll grab the glasses, pumpkin. You relax” He said as he got up. You grabbed his hand off of your leg and kissed it before letting him go back into the kitchen. 

You served yourself some food and looked up at the team with a soft smile before settling back in your seat “Alright. I know you have questions, go ahead.” Penelope piped up first “what do you do for work? What's your favorite color? Favorite hobby? Have you met Jack?” She paused and gasped “Oh my god do you even know that Hotch has a kid?” She asked, looking at you with wide eyes before bringing her spoon to her mouth “Oh my god I don't even care anymore. Please marry him and feed us.” 

You grinned at the bubbly blonde next to you “I'm an accountant, uh- green? I like to crochet. Yes, I have met Jack, he has a room here because of how often Aar -hotch and Jack stay over.” You took a bite of the curry as you waited for more questions.

The next to speak up was Spencer, “Did you know that the word accountant stems from the old French word ‘compter’ which stems from the Latin word ‘computare’ meaning to calculate” he stated, as he tried to tuck his hair behind his ear but it wasn't quite long enough. You tilted your head and shrugged “No I didn't, but that makes sense since the first accountant existed in the 1490s” you added, watching his eyes light up at your knowledge. 

“Okay enough of the accounting facts, give us some juice on Aaron” Emily said, leaning forward with a mischievous smile. You furrowed your eyebrows and chewed the inside of your cheek, running through some options in your head and weighing which one would embarrass him the most but anger him the least. When you landed on one, your smile matched Emily's. 

“When he sleeps over he wears one of my oversized shirts that says ‘Number One Gr-” you feel a hand cover your mouth “O-Kay enough of that,” Aaron said. You licked his hand, causing him to recoil and wipe it on your shirt. “Jack is a bad influence on you.” He muttered. You snickered “It says NumberOneGrandpa!” you said quickly before he could shut you up again. His team erupted in laughter, yelling over each other for a photo or for hotch to go put it on. Sadly, you didn't have any but you joined in on the peer pressure for him to wear it to bed tonight.

He slung an arm over the back of your chair and leaned back, shaking his head “Look what you've done.” He glared at you with a smile ghosting his lips “I don't know what you're talking about” You looked up at the ceiling so as to not meet his eyes

 “Evil. Evil woman. That's what you are.” He said as you moved your chair closer to him and put your head on his shoulder “Oh I'm fully aware.” 

Once everyone finished eating, Rossi ended up insisting on doing the dishes for you while the rest of you changed into more comfortable clothes and decided to call it a night. You ran around for a while, making sure everyone had towels to shower, fresh sheets and took out the air mattresses you have for family visits and occasional movie nights with Jack and Aaron. 

You checked your watch after you put on sweatpants and one of Aaron's quarter zips that you've been hoarding. “You should really put on the number one grandpa shirt.” You said as you walked into the bathroom where he was just in sweatpants while brushing his teeth. You watched him roll his eyes in the mirror “I'm serious! You and your team seem so stressed. It would really give them a good laugh” 

you leaned against the counter. He spit out the toothpaste and looked at you before dropping his head in defeat “fine I'll wear it” he grimaced “mm don't put it on yet, I have a feeling this is our only moment of privacy for the rest of the night” you said, reaching up and running your fingers through his hair “ tell me the truth. How bad is it? The case I mean” your voice barely above a whisper as your hand moved from his hair to his sunken cheek, tilting his head towards you so he would look you in the eye. 

You watched his eyes rack over your face “Hey! Stop trying to profile me, just tell me.” You frowned, which only deepened when he grinned at you “Oh it's not trying, I did profile you. You are a complete open book. You are the most expressive person I have ever met.” He said, peppering kisses all over your face in an attempt to get you to forget what you were asking about. It worked.

 “that's why you're dating me? Because I'm easy to read?” You raised an eyebrow “Yes. That is the only reason I have been seeing you for three years” he deadpanned. It was your turn to roll your eyes before looking at him. His frown lines have faded over the last few years, as well as the line in between his eyebrows. He's not the drill sergeant he was when you first met him. Maybe aging softened him. Maybe you. You thought about it and came to the conclusion that it was both. 

You sighed “you don’t have to tell me. Just- don’t do anything too stupid?” you asked, reaching up to cup his face and run your hands through the small amount of stubble he grew. “I promise I will not do anything too stupid” he leaned his head into your hand, kissing your palm.

You hummed “good. Now I’m gonna go get the shirt” you pushed yourself all off the counter and began to walk towards the bedroom before he grabbed you, pulling your back against his chest “stay in here with me a little longer. I don't want to share you yet” you leaned your weight against him. “Shoulda thought about that before you brought them to my house”

He was warm and smelled like open woods. Like a cold campsite on a summer evening with a fire crackling and the smoke being taken up to the constellations you could see without the city's light pollution. Aaron was a campfire. Warm and full of life. Dangerous, but contained. Wouldn't have hurt you unless you decided you wanted it to. 

“I know, I know.” He buried his face in your hair that now smells the same as his since he decided that ‘your shampoo is better anyways’. He tightened his grasp, pulling you impossibly close. “It's bad. I told Jessica to take Jack out of town for the time being. JJ did the same with Will and Henry.” You spun around and looked at him “What?! And y-you didn't think to tell me?” You hissed, pushing away from him. He reached for you again “you heard Garcia. If she didn't know about you then you're safe.” 

You slapped his hands down “So why didn't you bring Jack to me? He would've been much happier here. Do you not trust me to take care of him?” You raised your voice and he shook his head “No of course I trust you with him. You know that. Bringing him here would have endangered you too. Getting him here without potentially being seen was a higher risk than him already being with Jessica and leaving town.” He straightened his back, furrowing his brows and crossing his arms 

You huffed in defeat, reaching up to rub the space between his brows to get him to relax his face. You hated when he became Hotch instead of Aaron “Sorry, sorry. You're right. I don't wanna stress you out anymore. I-” you sighed “I just wish you would've told me. I mean c'mon. We aren't just sneaking around for fun anymore. Your kid has a room in my house. You stay here 90% of the time. Your team has met me now. Reality has caught up with us, honey bun.” You gave him a downturned smile 

He relaxed, holding the back of your arm “I know. I wanted to keep you-” he paused to find the right words “to myself” he cringed at the possessive implications “I-” he began before you stopped him 

“I know what you meant. I guess now you have to meet my friends, huh?” You said in hopes of lifting the heavy air that was crushing your lungs. He pressed a kiss to your temple, taking a deep breath “I guess so” his words muffled against your skin 

“if you go all Hotch on me again you're sleeping on the couch.” you threatened before finally getting to leave the bathroom, going to your dresser and tossing the shirt at him “understood, ma’am” he winked at you to which you scrunch your nose “you're lucky you're handsome, I hope you know that. Cmon. You need to get some sleep and I have work in the morning” 

you climbed into bed, pulling back the blanket and patting the spot next to you. He pulled on the shirt and sat on the edge of the bed “lay down Aaron.” You said, leaning over and rubbing his arm.

After a minute of sitting there, he finally swung his legs up onto the bed and laid down. You curled up against him “I don't want you going to work tomorrow.” He said, looking over at you “I know. But I gotta. I have a new intern I have to train” you groaned “now that school's out, the office is gonna be filled with entitled college students whose daddy's got them an internship” you said, drawing shapes on his sternum with your index finger

“Daddy?” He asked, lifting his head. You put your hand on his forehead and pushed it back down “Aaron Hotchner!” You reprimanded “behave your team is in the next room over” you said in a hushed tone “I'm kidding! I'm kidding.” He let out a grunt as you smacked him in the chest before turning over to turn off the light “goodnight, honey” you said softly “please sleep” you added 

“I promise I will try,” he said, turning to pull you against him “but you have to wake me up when you get up to get ready. I don't want to wake up in an empty bed” you smiled, intertwining your fingers with his “I promise I will.”

[sleepingdeath-light]

warming your bed ; 18+

requested by ; nobody — reposted from another blog of mine

word count ; 772

content ; one night stand, oral, technically the set up for smut but there’s still sexual content hence the rating

fandom ; pirates of the caribbean

pairing ; captain jack sparrow x female reader

read also on ; ao3

minors and ageless blogs will be blocked

It’s a quiet summer evening; the type of day where you have the time to sit out on the balcony and watch the sun set from a cloudless sky over a calm ocean. A few dozen docked ships partially silhouetted by the gradually fading light as your patrons slowly filter out of your tavern doors. One by one they stumbled and tumbled out onto the pier, arm in arm and exchanging plentiful raucous laughter and drunken conversation (as far as one would call it that) with each and every one of them grinning widely from ear to ear.

Yeah, a quiet night indeed. At the very least you had been spared from having to play witness or mediator to many bar fights — only having seeing the tail-end of one before another customer broke it up to spare you the trouble. No hassle, minimal mess, not very loud. It was a harbour-business’ dream. Some people were just good like that — you just wished you’d see them more often than just through the summer.

But even with the consideration of your pillaging patrons, there was still a great deal of work to do — and you couldn’t very well have them do the chores for you. They were your guests, after all, not your employees (lord knows you couldn’t afford any with all of the expenses you have to look out for; the joys of working with pirates). So you turned to go back inside, soapy bucket and rag in hand.

Or, rather, you tried to go back inside but your path was obstructed by a swaying figure that reeked of rum. Another pirate, it seemed.

Oh joy.

Like many others before him, he says he’s looking for shelter and a drink — says he’s on bad terms with his crew and got kicked off for the night. Part of you wants to turn him away or pry about what exactly got a captain (as he identified himself) voted off of his own ship, but you decide against it and put on your best service smile and usher him over to the messy reception area, writing his name with a worn down quill before leading him to the bar.

Captain Jack Sparrow, he introduced himself with a slight drunken slur to his voice, and you can’t help but feel like you’d heard the name before. Mostly in complaints from customers, remarks about how ridiculous and illogical he is — how he doesn’t seem to have very much self awareness or adherence to the code (a code you knew better than to pry about). But none of that really mattered here; the captain was now a patron of yours and so long as he payed you fairly you couldn’t care less for his reputation.

Business is business, after all.

From there it doesn’t take very long for him to start getting rather talkative — and, very openly flirty at that. He takes each drink offered with a smile and a wink and thanks you with compliments that gradually get more and more flustering than flattering… and yet you find yourself getting more fond of the eccentric man’s company, engaging him with conversation and listening intently to each (likely heavily embellished) story he tells.

A few short minutes after he began spinning his elaborate tales of the seas, the two of you were stumbling your way through the halls of your inn — wanting to hear more than just his fantastical stories and needing to feel more than just his hand on your thigh. You could feel his greedy hands roaming freely over your body as you just barely manage to grab the key and unlock the door before you both fall into a heap on the wooden floor.

He tasted of rum and the sea, with an eager tongue and teeth that bit your lips red and raw — leaving his mark without shame or regard for the outside world and letting you get drunk off of him. Large, calloused hands pinched and groped at you through the thin fabrics of your sullied dress; pushing your skirts up to your waist and tugging your bodice down to expose your breasts to his greedy gaze.

Pinching, tugging and twisting; he payed close attention to your chest until your nipples pebbled under his fingertips and only then did he turn his attention to your soaked pussy — reaching down through your undergarments to slide his index finger along your slit. And when he pulls away from the kiss to suck it clean and comments on your taste, you know that you’re in for a long night, and you can’t even bring yourself to complain.

[heavyhitterheaux]

First Lady Please

First Lady of Private Garden Fic

AN: I didn't forget about this request lol

Synopsis: First Lady and her husband Jack Harlow are the latest celebrities to be interviewed by Yung Miami

Pairing: Husband!Jack Harlow x Wife!Reader

Requested by: a lot of you lol

Please Do Not Repost My Content Anywhere

It was the middle of the CHTKMY tour and of course your husband begged for you to come along with him for at least a few weeks before yours started.

As expected, you said yes and he has barely let you out of his sight since. However, one night you got to sneak away and spend time with Caresha and JT when Caresha brought up wanting to have you on her new show to interview you. Because the two of you were close, it wouldn’t seem like an interview, but two friends catching up on what had been going on in each other’s lives.

Jack didn’t have a show tonight, so Caresha thought it would be the perfect day to film it. You were currently getting ready and finishing up your hair when you heard Jack behind you.

“Mamasssss!”

“Yes?”

“How long are you going to be? This is my off day and I can’t even spend it with my wife.” You didn’t have to even look at him to know that he was pouting something serious. 

“It is not going to take that long so stop being dramatic. Besides, you can come too if that will make you feel better.”

“What will make me feel better is giving you my undivided attention in this bed, but I digress.”

“Jackman, get it together. We have plenty of time for that later.”

“No we don’t because I have to go to sleep early by wifey’s orders or I’m going to get yelled at.”

“Let’s see. Sex or sleep? We know which one you’re choosing so don’t even lie. I do recall you saying the other day that you would be able to get up on time when in fact you didn’t. I had to set four alarms for you and you still got up late. I woke you up and you proceeded to say that you were going to start getting ready. I come back to see that you fell back asleep.”

“I wanted to drown in my wife’s pussy instead, but you just left me to fend for myself to go with Dani.”

“Bye, smush. I was only gone for thirty minutes.”

“What? What I say?”

“If you’re coming with me, you need to get dressed now. We’re meeting in like thirty minutes.”

“I’m already dressed! I just have to put on my shoes.”

You turned around and were eyeing your husband who was shirtless, had one sock on, along with his boxers. And you were thoroughly confused. 

“Jack, baby….”

“Huh?”

“First off you cannot be serious and second, where the hell is your other sock?!”

Jack simply shrugged before getting up and going to his suitcase to pull out something to wear.

“Actually, babe, you just go take a shower and I’ll pick out your outfit.” You said while going over to him and wrapping your arms around his waist. He leaned down to give you several kisses which immediately had you smiling up at him. 

“Don’t put me in anything that’s going to make me look like a man whore.” You did a double take to look at him and you simply shook your head as you slipped on your shoes.

“Imma kick your ass. Shut up and get in the shower!”

You were now sitting across from Caresha and the two of you were about to start while Jack, Dani, Brandi, and Urban were of course standing off to the side. 

“Y/N, why do you look nervous? It’s me and we talk all the time!”

“I know! And I don’t know why!”

“It’ll be fine, let’s do this.”

“Welcome to another episode of Caresha Please and this one is very special because I got the one and only first lady of Private Garden, Y/N Harlow with me today!”

“Thank you for having me and I am extremely nervous.”

“Don’t be! I mean my questions are a little bit out there sometimes, but all I have to do is slide in some questions about your husband and you’ll be fine.”

“Stop it before I turn red!” You exclaimed while laughing and trying to hide your face.

“You know what? Jack, come over here and join us.”

The producers were about to bring another chair to place next to you, but Jack quickly waved them off. Instead he picked you up and you were now sitting in his lap and he kissed your cheek.

“Okay! Matching outfits! I see yall! This is one of my favorite couples in the entire universe, not even going to lie. Okay, so I want to start off by saying that I love the fact that you two are so transparent and honest with your relationship because you obviously don’t have to be. But what makes you two want to share it with the world?”

You looked over at Jack for him to answer.

“I think it’s because we want to show that you can be young, in love, and have a successful marriage. When people found out that we were married and what age we did it, they couldn’t understand why. My thing is that, you don’t need to understand. The only thing that anyone needs to know is that I knew when we first met that she was my wife so why am I going to sit around and wait? Best decision I ever made.”

“And how did you know she was the one?”

“I know this is about to sound like some fairytale shit, but when people say love at first sight is a thing, believe them. I was fourteen and haven’t looked another girl’s way since. Being attracted to her not just physically, but I fell in love with every part of her. And all of the parts that make her unique. I first told her I loved her when I was seventeen and I remember that I would always come to get her after third period. One day, she goes missing, I can’t find her. So of course I’m losing my shit, come to find out she went home early. Long story short, I immediately left to go and check on her and when I saw that she was okay, something in me realized that the feeling of panic that I had over the thought of losing her, I never wanted to feel again. At that moment, I couldn’t imagine what I would do if I didn’t have her in my life. That moment solidified it.”

“Aww, your wife is turning red again and her eyes are watering.” Caresha said and you laughed before she went into her next question.

“Can’t even put into words how much I love him and how special he is to me. When I saw those freckles, blue eyes, and curly hair, your girl was sold.”

“She turns red when we talk about something else too.”

“JACKMAN, DO NOT START!”

“No, let’s start, let’s get into it. We know that you two do not shy away from showing how much the two of you love each other so these questions are about to get a little raunchy, but then we’ll discuss music careers and all that too.”

“Let’s go for it.”

“Are the two of you a part of the mile high club?”

You immediately looked down as Jack was trying to stifle a laugh.

“I take that as a yes. And I will add that I’m not surprised.” Caresha said before laughing at the scene in front of her.

“Okay, so it was on our way to Australia, everyone was asleep or we assumed that everyone was asleep.”

“I WAS AWAKE!”

“SHUT UP URBY!”

“Anyway, because Jack is so tall, it was a little difficult, but hey I’d do it again.”

“Okay Y/N, does Jack really hold up to his nickname, Missionary Jack?”

“Yes, most definitely.”

“But, that’s not your favorite position is it?”

“No, riding him like a rodeo all day is my go to.”

“Okay, well damn, Mrs. Harlow.”

“Completely at my mercy and I’m in control, what I say goes.”

“I just let her think that, but she already knows who’s really in control.” All you did was roll your eyes. 

“Okay, so, has he really fucked the earrings off of you?” Both you and Jack busted out laughing and you went to hide in Jack’s chest but not before nodding your head yes.

“Oh, so the lyrics are true?!”

“I wear a lot of hoop earrings, so I have lost a few in our um extracurricular activities.”

“Because I’m nosey and I stalked both of your instagram pages for this one, but I wanted to hear it from the two of you. First lady, spit or swallow?”

“A lady finishes her food is all I’m going to say.”

“DAMN MAMA, OKAY! I AGREE! Oh and something else, how do you feel in terms of spitting? Do you like to give or receive?”

“All down my throat, baby. I’m ready.”

“Damn, Jack you be putting it down LIKE THAT?”

“I have to satisfy my wife and I’m getting more selfless by the day, she gets taken care of first and then the rest can come after.”

“I see what you did there.” You said while winking at him and he gave you a small smirk. 

“I’ve heard that you and Jack’s best friend, who I also learned was yours too, are very close. Anything happening over there?”

“Happening like what?”

“Don’t even try it, you two.”

“Me and my friend, just like twins, same nutsack, and the same dick head.” You said reciting Jack’s lyrics while Urban was in the corner smirking. 

“I KNEW IT! Now, is Urban allowed to be with her when you aren’t around?”

“NO, I’M NOT TRYING TO DIE!” Urban exclaimed and the three of you looked over at him.

“He knows how protective I am over her, so no.”

“Okay has anyone in PG gotten jealous because of you inviting Urban into the bedroom with the two of you?”

“As far as I know, I don’t think so. They actually have never said but they get annoyed when we talk about our sex adventures so they probably want to sit this one out?”

“Okay, how many times have you gotten noise complaints at hotels?”

“We got one this morning. I told her to keep quiet, but NOPE.”

“Not my fault. I didn’t ask you to make me cum seven times this morning in the shower.”

“I didn’t hear you complaining and it would have been more if you didn’t have to leave with Brandi.”

“Seven times?!”

“I lost count after three.”

“And apparently, I have now learned that Urban or Neelam calls the front desk for the hotel staff to tell us because they know if it’s coming from them, we won’t listen.”

“Jack, have you ever dropped her during shower sex?”

“No, but I came close when we were on our festival run. She wouldn’t let me live it down for two weeks.”

“Your wife was in danger.”

“I CAUGHT YOU!”

“BARELY!”

“What is the craziest place that you two have had sex?”

“Oh shit… there’s a lot.” 

“Too many to name.”

“Just pick one.”

“Okay, on the hood of my car in Cherokee Park.”

“Oh, forgot about that one.”

“What were you going to say?”

“At my cousin’s wedding, and I am NOT going to say which cousin it was.”

“Oh shit, that was wild. Sweated out your hair and everything.”

“At least no one was looking for us and we slipped out the back.”

“Okay Y/N, the highest number of orgasms Jack has given you in one night?”

All Jack was doing behind you was smirking because he already knew the answer.

“It was after the VMA’s, and…..”

“And what girl?! SPILL IT!” Caresha exclaimed while looking at you.

“Yall are about to say this is impossible, but I lost count at sixteen.”

“SIXTEEN?! SIX FUCKING TEEN?! WAIT, YOU LOST COUNT, BUT IT WAS MORE?!”

“It was 21. And I cannot wait to do that to her again, I’m going for 25.” 

“How in the world are you not pregnant yet? And that leads into my next question, are we expanding our family with fur babies or human babies?”

“I have been banned from buying any more pets, so I guess they have to be human and have Jack’s big head.”

“First of all, outta pocket, and second baby, we have twelve pets. TWELVE.”

“You can never have enough pets.”

“Now, Y/N, does Jack like to use toys on you or just himself to pleasure you?”

“Oh, I’m answering this because she has a surprise waiting for her when we get done.”

You turned around to look at him with wide eyes and all he did was wiggle his eyebrows and smirk.

“Can’t take your horny ass anywhere. 

“Now what is going on with you two and Dua Lipa?”

“Simple, she wants to steal my wife.” You immediately rolled your eyes and Caresha laughed. 

“But don’t you have a song with her name as the title?”

“That’s actually Y/N’s song because she wrote it. She switched up a few lyrics then wanted me to put it on my album. That girl terrorizes the absolute FUCK outta me. She’s been after my wife ever since. I wish she would have kept the song for herself, but it might have been worse if she did.”

“Stop being dramatic, smush.”

“BABY! TELL ME SHE DOESN’T HAVE ME FIGHTING FOR MY LIFE ON A DAILY BASIS?!”

“I plead the fifth.”

“EXACTLY!”

“And Y/N, why didn’t you accept the wedding proposal from your favorite Harlow child which happens to be Jack’s little brother Clay?”

“Now…. I know good and got damn well…..” Jack started to say and look at Caresha in disbelief. 

“Clay will always be my little baby! He can do no wrong in my eyes. I guess because Jack saw me first.”

“YOU GUESS? WHAT KIND OF ANSWER IS THAT?!”

“I love you pookie.”

“Mm hmm, sure.”

“Now, Jack, would you let Dua get one night with the first lady?”

“She can kiss my ass. NO CHANCE IN HELL! She knows she has to stay six feet away from her at all times.”

“Watch her text me after this airs.”

All Jack did was glare at you and you stifled a laugh. 

“And this is a little out there, and it was one question that a fan sent in, but…. Jack, would you ever consider a threesome with Clay and your wife?”

“Caresha, do you want me to go to jail? We have an entire tour to finish.”

“Okay, that answers that. Jack, do you eat the booty like groceries? From my investigation, I know Urban does.”

“Since when am I a part of this interview?!” You heard Urban from the side of you and you simply shook your head. 

“Nothing is off limits when it comes to my wife, whatever she wants. Like I said before, getting more selfless by the day when it comes to her.”

“Now, Y/N, I know Jack is 6’3, however, he’s really just a soft baby isn’t he?”

“HEY!”

“The softest! Like my big teddy bear. He can’t function without me. Little spoon energy.

”This is throwing off my alpha male persona. BUT, I agree. Just don’t tell the rest of PG.”

“PLEASE, they already know how much of a simp you are.”

Jack simply shrugged. 

“Favorite physical feature of each other?”

“His beard, love playing in it and how it feels on my thighs while he’s in between them. Oh and his curly hair! I still remember when we discovered he had gray hair. He was in complete shambles for like a month.”

“I WAS 20! I DESERVED TO HAVE MY TIME TO GRIEVE!”

“Grieve for what smush?”

“My youth being gone.”

“Bye, Jackman.”

“I like how this is funny to you.”

“It’s not, baby, you’re just dramatic.”

“LOOK WHO’S TALKING!”

“Whewww, yall not holding back today. Okay, Jack? Favorite feature of your wife?”

“Like a blade of grass wants sunlight, I just want that ass. But I love her eyes.”

“Your dumbass would throw that in there.”

“Jack, what is your favorite non-sexual thing your wife does?”

“Her ability to take charge of a situation. Shit gets me every time. She doesn’t take any shit from anyone, including me.”

“You got damn right. You better not stick a curl out of line.”

“Okay, moving on to our careers in music. It’s no secret that Y/N has written a lot of songs for you Jack, but Y/N what is your favorite one you’ve written from each album?”

“Damn, that’s hard. Okay so for 18, I’m Good, Gazebo, Dark Knight, for Loose it’s a tie between Sundown, Cody Banks, and Sylvia, umm Ghost and Heavy Hitter from Confetti, Rendezvous, Route 66, Creme, and Tyler Herro from TWTAS, and for his newest one Churchill Downs, and Young Harleezy. My thing was that when people really started to doubt him saying things like he’s an industry plant we came up with Tyler Herro because I was like yall need to understand that my husband is talented and that he’s here to stay right along with the rest of us in PG and we don’t give a flying fuck if you don’t like it. He’s been doing this since he was in middle school and I was like I’ll be damned if he lets up now.”

“Damn, mamas, you got me hot. Love when you defend me and shit.”

“Yall two can do all you want when yall get back to the hotel, but for right now we’re not done. Now, who is one person that FL is not allowed to work with besides Giveon?”

“So, one thing I always try to do is protect my wife because I know with her especially being a woman who is a rapper, people might try to take advantage of that. And she can be a little too trusting sometimes and that’s why I worry. For the most part, everyone is respectful of her besides the person you just named so no one is off limits. But there is one now that I think about it.”

“Who?”

“Nicki Minaj. You can’t call my wife untalented because she was nominated for an award and you’re mad because your song didn’t get into the same category. It’s sad because that’s who she looked up to, but not happening and it probably never will. I protect her space and her energy and I want no negativity around her.”

“That’s my man and imma stick beside him.”

“Favorite song that you two have worked on together?”

“SEX LIES!” Both of you exclaimed at the same time before laughing.

“Jack, favorite song that you’ve written for her?”

“Easy, Obsessed off 18. She cried when I played it for her. But Luv is Dro is a close second.”

“And what was your reaction when you caught her rapping for the first time?”

“I was floored, because I was trying to figure out how she had hid it from me for so long. Still trips me out to this day.”

“And Y/N, why did you hide it?”

“I was just content with being behind the scenes. It was my goal to be in the music industry and I've come further than I ever thought possible.”

“Are we ever going to get a joint album and tour?”

“Maybe, we’ll see. Always down to make music with my wife.”

“Y/N, dream collab?”

“Andre 3000.”

“Jack?”

“Same, Outkast is legendary.”

“Any songs that either of you regret releasing or a certain lyric in a song?”

“Not really.”

“Jack, favorite song by your wife?”

“Like ever? No way in hell I can choose just one.”

“He loves me.” 

“Okay, off of her 777 album?”

“Big Energy, Wheelie, and Sunshine.”

“And where does the inspiration come from for you two to be able to sit down and write?”

“It can come from the simplest things, I just pull it from anywhere. Writing has always come naturally to me and sometimes I honestly just go in the booth and freestyle. And whatever comes out, I decide if I like it or not.”

“I look at her and I get all the inspiration I need.”

“Simp alert.” You whispered and Jack pinched your side. 

“So, what’s next for the Harlows?”

“Taking her back to the hotel so she can get this work.”

“JACKMAN THOMAS! QUIT IT!”

“I was just saying!”

“Don’t pay him any attention, what’s next for us? Our wedding most definitely and then just continuing to prove people wrong and that we deserve to be here and that’s how it’s going to stay.”

“I like that answer.”

“Yeah, because it was way better than yours.”

“I didn’t say that I liked it that much, baby girl. Don’t get ahead of yourself. My answer was good too.”

All you did was sigh and shake your head as Caresha looked at the two of you and laughed.

“This was fun and I thank you two for doing this with me. I’m proud of the both of you and how far you’ve come in your careers and this is only the beginning. Just make sure I get an invite to the wedding.”

“No worries, we got you.” You answered while adjusting on Jack’s lap and you could hear him groan.

“Don’t start.” He whispered in your ear.

“Don’t know what you’re talking about smush.”

“Oh, you don’t? When we get back, I want you on all fours since you’re trying to play games with me.”

“I’m literally not even doing anything.”

“Famous last words.”

“WHAT ARE YOU TWO WHISPERING ABOUT OVER THERE?”

“URBAN, DO YOU REALLY WANT ME TO ANSWER THAT?”

“NEVER MIND. JUST LET ME FIND MY EAR PLUGS BEFORE YALL START.”

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ai-less whumptober; day twenty-four

@ailesswhumptober 24 — deconditioning, relapse, “It’s normal that you need more time.” ↳ modern au, katherine and the delanceys share a flat word count; 1.8k

cw; graphic self-harm, mentions of suicide, mental illness, mentions of hallucinations

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Katherine often has to try and hide the fact that Oscar and Morris still make her nervous.

She should be past it by now. It's been near a full year since she answered that ad for a roommate, moved into a less-than-dazzling apartment with the two brothers on the other side of Manhattan to where she'd grown up, but they've made it work since.

She'd never moved out, at least, despite every difficulty. Despite Jack finding out a week in and trying to demand that she's not allowed to live with his old foster brothers, and the subsequent fight she'd had with him about trying to control her, twist her arm to move back in with her father — perhaps she'd been a little sensitive from his constant calls — and her being a grown woman who can make her own decisions, look after herself, despite what her father and Jack and his friends all seem to think.

It's never been easy. The Delanceys truly aren't ideal roommates, but Katherine knows she isn't either. Between Oscar's thoughtless violent tendencies and drinking habits, Morris' complex trauma and disconcerting coping mechanisms, and Katherine's own actions she's become all too aware of — emotional wounds from her father and the typical lack of tact of an heiress, the way she gets mean when she's angry, can never hold her tongue.

But they've been making it work.

She really does consider them friends.

Considers Morris a friend, at least, who has always been easier to get along with. Been trying so hard, at first, that Katherine had quite genuinely thought him fine in sharp contrast to his brother — normal, as much as she hates herself for using the word. Until that illusion had been shattered. Suddenly, and without warning, and only a month or so into her time with them.

It had started with yet another fight she'd witnessed between them, Morris storming off at the end of it, all of which had become standard practice for near every night with the brothers. There was a stretch of silence, normal enough too — until she'd heard Oscar smash the bathroom door in down the hall, and heard him holler at her, voice shaking in a way she'd never heard before, to order an Uber to the nearest urgent care.

She'd never seen that much blood before, spread out in a pool in the bathroom and smeared on every surface in shaky handprints. Morris limp and white as a sheet in the middle of it all, wrists carved open.

They'd come home some time in the early hours of the morning, Morris' wrists stitched up and bandaged, Oscar holding onto him, all of them silent.

It'd been another thing she'd made them talk about, in the wake of it. Both seemed quite content to leave it there, never address it, just like how Oscar will drink himself unconscious and Morris will react to things that aren't there. How they'll both have nightmares so bad they wake up screaming, and flinch viciously when she touches them unexpectedly, and treat food like it's precious. And there's plenty things she will let go, has let go, but she couldn't stomach this being one of them.

So she'd learned that that hadn't been the first time Morris had done something like that to himself. Not by any stretch. She'd learned that the boys' mother had had the same habit, hurting herself — trying to kill herself, with relative frequency until the day she'd succeeded.

She'd silently understood to herself that that must've been where Morris picked it up, and Oscar had confirmed that to her when they'd continued talking later, once Morris had fallen asleep.

"Reckon Mo got it all from her," he'd said, quiet. A vulnerability in his voice that she wasn't used to hearing. "The crazy, too. Y'know, how he—he sees shit that ain't there, hears voices, sometimes. An' he's. I dunno. He's jus' always felt everything like it's turned up to a hundred. He'll hurt himself over anything."

That sentence in particular, out of everything Oscar had said — plying himself steadily with whiskey, getting looser and looser with it all as the night crawled on — had stuck in her mind like a thorn. And though Morris had told her, very quietly, the next morning, that he wasn't her responsibility to fix, she'd wanted to try.

She's been trying all this time with Oscar. Coaxing him into better communication, discouraging his drinking and constant overworking himself, helping him make a consistent schedule rather than just working as many hours as he can and then losing hours at the gym. She's been making them all eat meals together — she makes lunch for Morris, Oscar cooks dinner for all of them — and she makes them all talk. Makes Oscar talk rather than shout and throw himself around and break things. She's been helping him, like a friend does, and wants to help Morris too. Has been trying.

But Morris makes her nervous in such a different way than Oscar does.

There's a familiarity to her caution about Oscar, something she can liken to how her father always made her feel. The looming threat of an angry man, a defensive fear for herself. But Morris would never hurt her — all her nervous energy about him is for him, someone she knows he holds no qualms about hurting. And she's been trying, been researching Bipolar and BPD and autism and self-harm and anything she feels could help him, been printing things out and getting him workbooks, helping him with better coping mechanisms. Helping him ask for help when he's thinking about hurting himself, and most times she's managed to nip it in the bud. She's smashed ice cubes in the bathtub with him, and watched him draw up his scarred arms and thighs with red marker, ripped up sheets of newspaper and ran him a hot bath and bitten lemons and peppers and ginger roots. A thousand different coping strategies, alternatives to what she knows he really wants to do.

She's sat down with him and told him, so sincerely, that he doesn't need to be punished with pain and injury for perceived slights or wrongdoings anymore — he doesn't have to abuse himself in his parents' stead.

And she'd perhaps gotten too comfortable believing it was working.

Because Morris has locked himself in the bathroom again, and she's nervous.

She's been loitering in the hallway since the first moment she noticed he was in there, stuck between pacing and standing stock still, listening carefully to any sound he might make — because it sure doesn't sound like he's using the bathroom, nor is the water running for a shower or moving in the bathtub. It's just silent, eerie, and her heart is pounding in her chest. What if he's limp on the floor again? Oscar is out. What if she can't save him?

What if he's already gone?

That thought's the one that spurs her to knock. A gentle rap of her knuckles against the splintered wood of the door, fixed to the best of Oscar's abilities after he'd smashed it through. They'd had to go and buy a new lock for Oscar to install.

"Morris?" she says, carefully measured.

She hears him inhale. Sharp and shaky. "Y. Yeah?"

Well, he's not dead.

"Are you alright?"

She tries not to sound too anxious. Tries not to sound like she thinks he isn't. Because she'd seen how he and Oscar interacted in the wake of that emergency room visit, how Oscar had hovered and Morris had exploded near every day, begging Oscar to fuck off. She doesn't want to make him angry.

Doesn't want to give him a reason.

But, if the way he sniffles is any indication, he'd already found one.

"'M'fine," he tries to say, but it comes out feeble and wet. Guilty.

"Oh, Morris," Katherine breathes.

She hears a shuffle from inside, and then the lock clicks. She gives it a moment, and then pushes it open.

Morris is crying.

She sees his hoodie — one stolen from Oscar — abandoned over the edge of the bath, and he's in just a t-shirt, arms bare and bleeding. The sink is a mess of it, deep red, and it's all over the floor too — an amount that makes her nauseous even though it's nothing compared to what she'd seen before. What Oscar has described to her since. A package of Oscar's razor blades is torn open, scattered in the sink basin, and she realises suddenly that he's still holding one, clutched between his thumb and index finger.

Steeling herself, she holds her hand out, palm up.

"'M'sorry," Morris sobs.

He drops the blade into her palm, and she takes it, swallowing the instintual disgust at interacting with something so sharp, dangerous. She doesn't understand how Morris stomachs this, let alone struggles to stop, but clearly he does.

"It's okay," she tells him. She tries to offer him a smile, despite it all. "It's—Recovery isn't linear. It’s normal that you need more time."

As she collects the rest of the blades, half anxious that Morris will sneak them to keep, Morris sits down heavy on the edge of the bath, beside his — Oscar's — hoodie.

"Don't feel normal," he says, tears dripping down his cheeks. An emptiness in his eyes. Katherine's chest aches.

"It's only natural," she says. "After everything."

Morris sniffs, and doesn't say anything more. She lets the silence sit. Leaves the mess, for now, and retrieves the first aid kit from the shelf by the medicine cabinet instead. The most thorough thing in the entire flat, between Morris' coping mechanisms and both boys' proclivity for violence, stocked to the brim with alcohol wipes and bandages and sterile dressings and needles and suture thread.

"I'll bandage you up," she says quietly. "And Oscar can have a look, when he gets home from work. To see if you need stitches."

Morris nods, still wordlesss. She thinks perhaps he's gone again, in that way he goes sometimes — dissociation — but he dissolves into sobs as she cleans his arm. Sinks into it, head down, curls in his face, and that's when he starts to go.

She lets him, can't imagine what other comfort she can offer.

"It'll be okay," is all she manages, spoken quietly as she wraps bandages around the fresh cuts on Morris' already brutally scarred wrist. She swallows down another wave of nausea. "It'll get better, Morris, I promise. It won't be this hard forever."

The silence aches. She thinks about Morris' mother.

"Just…just please stay and see."

[heyheyitsjae]

So the trailer for The Minecraft Movie (sorry, “A Minecraft Movie”) came out a couple days ago. I had a lot of thoughts upon seeing it, I haven’t been able to get it out of my head, and have been combing through other people’s takes the last few days, so I’ve been itching to talk about it. The trailer is currently sitting at 500,000 likes vs 900,000 dislikes, so obviously it hasn’t been received well. Even the official Minecraft channel hasn’t uploaded it, only linking to WB’s upload. I thought I’d go back to the beginning and give my thoughts on progress as stuff from the film came out. 

So the first major red flag for me was when they announced the film was going to be in live action. I could not for the life of me fathom that decision. Minecraft has such a goofy and stylized world that it would only really work in animation, and we’ve had plenty of excellent Minecraft animations over the years to prove that. The Fallen Kingdom Pentology, Villager News, Cas van de Pol’s shorts, Kelpilox’s memes, Hapico’s stunning 3D shorts, and of course the official update trailers. Time and time again Minecraft has proven that both hilariously funny and epicly badass content can be made in its world, often by the fanbase. 

And yet, they chose to make the film in live action. The only way I could possibly think of this working would be if they entirely ditched the blocky aesthetic, and made it a high fantasy like Lord of the Rings, The DnD Movie, or even The Princess Bride. There’s plenty of fantasy elements like Creepers, Endermen, and Piglins that could keep something like that grounded in Minecraft’s world, even if it would be an odd choice. 

Then the birthday short came out. For those of you that don’t know, as a part of the 15th anniversary of Minecraft they put out a short on YouTube and Tik Tok of Jack Black and Jason Momoa cutting a cake and wishing Minecraft “happy birthday.” The actors weren’t even wearing any sort of outfit or costume for the film, and their acting felt very strained and terrible. I had my fingers crossed that they just cheaped out because it’s a promotional short, but it was still a bad sign. https://www.youtube.com/shorts/2f0fPzZNPWw 

Then concept art started to leak for the film. While there were a couple of designs I did find cool like the Spider and Elytra, others like the Pig and Villagers concerned me and looked pretty doofy. These were obviously created by a variety of artists, so there was no telling who’s vision they would go forward with, and I saw it as a bit of a coin flip. 

Then the actual trailer came out, and… oh boy… https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=PE2YZhcC4NY&t=1s 

For a start the opening shot didn’t seem all that bad to me. Yeah real life Minecraft is still a weird concept, and that archway looked unnatural, but at least some level of effort seemed to have gone into it. 

And then the actors showed up and all hope dropped. Their implementation into the film felt really awkward and lazy. Every shot they’ve got an awkward glow around them, either a result of being poorly green screened or needlessly backlit. They often feel out of scale with the environment and there’s a decent amount of shots where they don’t even cast a shadow. They feel so unnatural in this world. It makes you wonder, if all the backgrounds and mobs are gonna be done in CGI anyway, why not make the humans CGI and the whole thing an animation from the get go? 

The wardrobe of these actors is also a strange one. One that stands out as odd to me is Momoa has blonde hair, a brown beard, AND a pink jacket? At least make his hair and beard the same color it just looks awkward. 

And of course the king of awkward stand-outs is Jack Black as Steve. They didn’t even try, they just threw a blue shirt on him and called it a day. They could have at least trimmed up his beard. It’s especially odd they went with Black given Jason Momoa is right there!? Momoa has the perfect skin tone, right beard shape, and roughly the right amount of muscle mass to be Steve. The only thing that doesn’t really line up is his hair is a tad long, but if they were gonna put him in a wig anyway that’s not a hard fix. 

Most of the delivery in the teaser also feels pretty stiff and none of the jokes land. So far it’s got a strong “gulp, he’s right behind me” vibe that I’m not digging. 

Before we get to the moment you’re all waiting for, a couple of little side complaints on minor things. 

Something I noticed in the trailer that super bugged me, but I’ve only seen one other person mention so maybe I’m overreacting, is the logs on the scene where they meet Steve. For some reason the bottom railing has the logs rings facing up toward the crenelations or sideways into each other, but the crenelations have the logs facing sideways toward the camera!? Not only does it look really bad, but that’s the kind of thing that would take a lot of extra effort to do in-game, placing and breaking two extra blocks for each bump, only for it to ruin the build. 

And then there’s the crafting table. This scene was a bit quick, blink and you’ll miss it, so I didn’t give it much thought on first viewing. I just assumed Mamoa put two buckets and a chain on the table… but he didn’t. He threw like, six iron ingots and five cobblestone, onto the table and it somehow worked. The items on the table weren’t even lined up with the crafting grid. It’s the literal fucking name of the game and they couldn’t get it right!? HOW, HOW DO YOU FUCK UP THAT BADLY!!!

Okay now we’re on to the REAL bad bit! The mobs in this film are a train wreck. They are a shining example of what I mentioned before, either you make this film entirely animation or entirely live action. This awkward halfway point just creates an uncanny valley feeling that’s disturbing to look at. Most of them feel A.I. generated. 

The Sheep and the Llama are obviously the worst contenders. They look like something a parody YouTuber would throw together for a grossout short in 2013. I’ve heard some people try to defend this movie by saying “it’s just for kids, don’t be so hard on it.” I can’t think of a single five year old that would piss their pants crying in fear if they saw this thing pop up on screen. They are horrendous. 

Then there’s the Wolf. The Wolf doesn’t look as bad in comparison. There’s something off about its lips and hind legs, but I think obscuring it in shadows is saving us from the brunt of whatever the hell could be going on. 

And then there’s the Creeper, which is an… interesting choice. A lot of people have complained that it’s fuzzy, but looking at the poster it seems a bit odder than that. It looks like its skin is made of a dirt like substance and its fir is grass, which is… a choice. For those that don’t know, the original description we were given of Creeper skin was that it was “crunchy like dry leaves.” This has led to basically everyone assuming Creepers are plant-like creatures, with most people giving them scaly skin. I suppose grass fir fits with being plant-like, but it’s not scaly or dry at all. To be fair, a lot of fan theories have suggested Creepers could be made of peat moss, and it looks a little like that, but it’s still off. 

That then brings us to the Piglins who… honestly don’t look that bad. I think a combination of smaller eyes, less fur, and not being based on a real life animal makes them a lot more digestible than the other mobs in the film. I also like the use of Ghasts as airships. That was a concept we saw in one of the Fallen Kingdom songs that Minecraft almost implemented into canon with Minecraft Legends. While these Ghast airships are nowhere near as cool looking as either of those examples, at least it’s something. But there’s a lot of stuff to talk about with the Piglins aside from their appearance, so let's get into it. 

The first is a common complaint I’ve seen people make: how they’re able to breathe in the Overworld, when normally this causes Zombification. We *might* have an answer to this. In Minecraft Legends the Piglins tried to invade the Overworld. They brought with them huge Nether Spreader devices that spread Netherrack and heated the air, while the Horde of the Spore bred and spread mushroom fungal spores into the air. The spores made the air breathable for Piglins, and the heat presumably killed off the virus. 

Now that made sense for Legends, but doesn’t really make sense here. After the Piglin Invasion, the Horde of the Spore was hit hardest by the war. While survivors of the Horde of the Hunt remain in the Crimson Forests and the Horde of the Bastion remain in the Bastion Remnants, Piglins have since abandoned the Warped Forests, with Hoglins even developing a fear of the Warped Fungi, leaving the Horde of the Spore extinct. 

During Legends the Piglins had giant machines and an entire third of the army dedicated to making the Overworld breathable, while this trailer seems to show the much smaller modern Piglin army, so I have no idea how they are keeping alive. 

The other big issue that rises with the Piglins being here is… why? In Legends the Piglin Invasion at least sort of made sense. In the base game we had the Ruined Portals revealing travel between the two Dimensions was once more common, and the Bastion Remnants hinting that Piglins were once more populous and militaristic. Legends answered both of these by implying that the Piglins once tried to invade the Overworld, but after their four abusive kings were killed the few survivors split up and determined the Overworld not worth their efforts. 

The Piglins went from a militaristic and imperial force determined to conquer, to a small band of tribes that, while territorial, are ultimately friendly. They’ve become far less united and greedy (assuming they even were that greedy, Legends is a story written by the victors after all.) Based on the outfits, and Steve being alive, it seems the Piglins in this film are the *modern* Piglins. The chill dudes that give you enchanted boots for gold and compose fire mixtapes. The whole turning an entire race in your story into mindless evil monsters for Legends was already something that didn’t sit well with the Minecraft fanbase, especially with how adorable Piglins are, so using the friendly version of them as the bad guys in the film is an odd choice. We already have a group that raids villages, the Illagers, and a group that's yet to get the story spotlight, the Undead, both of whom would’ve been more logical and interesting villains for the movie. 

That brings me to another minor point that I think is worth bringing up here. I’ve heard some people complain about the portal at the start and while I agree it shouldn’t be blue, it's not for the same reason they do. A lot of people claim the portal should be purple, which is actually not true. Purple is the color of the Nether Portal yes, but we know from Minecraft Story Mode and the Infinite Dimensions April Fools Snapshot that that portals in this world can be basically any color, with each Dimension getting its own color, so the idea of the human world not being purple makes sense. 

But I think this shade of light blue is a bad choice, for one simple reason. The plot of Minecraft Legends was: Piglins decided to invade the overworld, so heroes from a far off land were brought in through a light blue portal to fix it. So far, the plot of this film seems to be: Piglins decided to invade the overworld, so heroes from a far off land were brought in through a light blue portal to fix it.

We’re just doing Legends again, which I cannot fucking fathom. Why the hell would you make a “Minecraft” movie and then base its plot on something exclusive to one of the sequels. Where’s the logic in that!? It’s especially baffling that Legends of all things was the one they decided to go with. Filming for this film didn’t start till earlier this year, sometime after February, meaning that things like actor schedules, lot rentals, and creating props probably weren’t set in stone until like, last August. 

That was well after Legends was the biggest critical and financial flop of any Minecraft spin-off (sans maybe Earth, but that never really came out.) This film had already been delayed time and time again, presumably because the script wasn’t up to snuff, so one more delay after it had been proven that people didn’t want to see that story wouldn’t have been that big a deal. Then again, Legends wasn’t officially canned until a couple months before filming and Black and Momoa probably have busier schedules and had to be booked further in advance. But it still feels like a poor choice that they had time to course correct on. 

Although there is ONE thing that sets this story apart from Legends. It appears to be going down the Jumanji route. Now while you could argue Legends already was an Isekai story, at least in that case it was someone traveling from a Minecraft world to another Minecraft world. Here we’ve got another fucking instance of a bunch of people being sucked into the videogame world. 

As people have mentioned before, having Jack Black in here is automatically giving Jumanji vibes, but even ignoring that I’m so damn sick of every single videogame movie being an Isekai. It is so annoying that game worlds aren’t allowed to exist as their own thing. The protagonist always has to be some outsider from the real world sent to this strange and kooky realm, and it’s just annoying. Videogames are fun when they have rich, fleshed out, and lived in universes, and reducing that to either “I’ve been trapped in the game” or “I’m unfamiliar with this world at tall” robs them of a lot of their wonder. The Mario Movie did it, the Monster Hunter Movie did it, the Sonic Movie did the reverse of it. We need more Detective Pickachu type films, where we explore people from a far out place in that far out place. 

Now let’s shift gears into less of aesthetic annoyances and more into potential spoiler territory. 

Something that I didn’t notice while watching the trailer, and I’ve only seen one person point out, is that The Seer from Minecraft Legends shows up at one point, surrounded by a crowd of Piglins. Now I would assume this movie is non-canon (it’s not made by Mojang and previous stuff not made by Mojang, like Story Mode, have been non-canon.) But if it IS canon, The Seer being there has interesting implications for the series lore/timeline. 

First and foremost is the idea that the Seer and Steve are alive at the same time. Steve is in both the base game and Dungeons, both of which were agreed to happen in a similar time-frame anyway. (Dungeons has both statues of the Ender Dragon being alive during the Arch-Illager’s reign and statues of her getting slain.) But Legends is agreed upon taking place hundreds if not thousands of years prior to the events of the main game. None of the ruined and abandoned structures of modern Minecraft are in it and it depicts the origin of most of the series main races/factions. 

In order for The Seer and Steve to be alive at the same time it either means The Seer is immortal and has been hiding in the background for a while, or Steve is both immortal and MUCH older than we thought. Of the two the first seems more likely, and creates interesting potential for The Seer. They’re the only major antagonist from any of the three main games to not either be befriended or killed (I’m sure someone in Story Mode survived I’m forgetting about) and so their story is unfinished. They also serve as a great explanation for the Piglin army.

The Piglins only attacked during Legends because they were ruled by tyrannical kings who borderline enslaved their people and had a might-makes-right mentality. With all these kings dead, and no army left to maintain their rule/order, of course the survivors would become more independent and less militaristic. It was a logical way to transition from how they’re depicted in both games. If anyone was going to revert the Piglins to their old ways, it would be the ancient hag who advised that cruel council, the only one their violent king showed an ounce of respect or fear to. Seer’s reinstating the old ways, the only question is why now? What took them so long to strike? 

But there’s another potential wrinkle in this plot that could make it more complicated, in an honestly annoying way. Throughout the trailer we see the main kid in the red hoodie is holding a strange glowing blue cube (that totally isn’t just the Tesseract from Marvel.) What this device is hasn’t been explained, but I’ve seen two popular theories going around. 

The first is that it’s a Beacon. In which case, sure, whatever. The other is that it could be the Orb of Dominance and this is the Orb’s origin story, of how it became an all powerful evil artifact. That would make this film a prequel to Legends, establishing how The Seer got their hands on the Orb and got their good standing with the Great Hog’s council 

I… don’t like that. For two main reasons. The first is that this would just exacerbate the Steve is immortal problem, you’re really gonna tell me he was there for EVERYTHING!? The second is that it really drags down the Orb of Dominance’s cool factor. The way it's depicted and talked about in Dungeons implies it's some sort of manifestation of an eldritch entity hellbent on destroying or conquering everything it comes into contact with, who has been vying for power since the dawn of time. Now it’s… something(?) that the humans brought with them. While still mysterious, I suppose, it sounds a lot less cool now (although let’s be honest, it was always a little dumb.) 

Also slightly off topic but I just want to mention, PhoenixSC made a video reviewing the teaser, and WB copyright struck him and forced him to mute a portion of the audio. Now you might think “oh well they own the trailer they’re allowed to do that” but no, it wasn’t anything from the teaser they took down. You know what it was? A couple minutes of a fanmade Minecraft short-film Phoenix was praising for being better than the official thing. Not only is that footage they don’t own any right too, but reviewing things is well and truly covered under fair-use. 

That’s an absolute scumbag movie. Combine that with the recent controversy Jack Black is getting into and I say please, just don’t watch this film in theaters. It’s clear not an ounce of care or love went into making this. It already looks like such a by the numbers and cheaply put together thing. They can 100% do better and we 100% deserve better.