#im gonna keep learning and then one day i will be able to make little figures for myself

[marciaillust]

Nightsong ❤️

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I will be forever grateful i can be on this new med. it's one a lot of folks also need and can struggle to have access to! It's important i be on it, especially if i start doing any vid collabs

(some of which, really, all of which, i unfortunately actually need to cancel that were in the preplanning stages, bc the election results have me wanting to wait and see how the general atmosphere of the country is before i agree to meet up with anyone. I feel bad for cancelling, but also i just can't know for sure how safe things are/might be going forward and I'd rather avoid the potential of. ya know. various not great things that could happen at a meet up, tho i would certainly hope they wouldn't. i don't feel like actually addressing them rn, u guys know what i mean)

That said, if the truvada initial side effects could fuck off asap would be so lovely. three weeks at worst, then they should be gone/much better or so i am told. really hope that's true bc losing my mornings to being dizzy and nauseous is Not Working for me lmao. im on week two, and now understand why my new doc said to call if i needed any 'cheerleading' and support to get thru the side effects, bc apparently she's done that for several ppl to make sure they actually make it thru the three weeks and keep on it (lovely of her!!)

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[comingdownwithme]

PLEASE I WANT MORE TICCIJEFF LORE I NEED TO HEAR MORE ABT IT!!!! IT SEEMS FUNNN!!!!

Ask and you shall receive! I don't have anything too concrete in regards to the silly lil background I made for this ship, so it's probably subject to change later (Especially since I haven't been caught up on the more recent updates on any of the Creepypastas' stories), but here it is anyways! (And have a stupid bonus doodle while we're at it because I couldn't help myself)

Basically, the Woods and Rogers family lived in the same neighborhood for most of their lives, and the kids met during some social event like some neighborhood party. Liu (8) was the first to spot Toby (10) and mentioned how weird he was to Jeff (13) , who- instead of taking it as a deterrent- walked up, told him bluntly that his lil brother thought he was a weirdo, and promptly introduced himself. Thus started a friendship filled with genuine care and sincerity alongside the usually teenage dumbassery! (With Liu being dragged along on occasion against his will)

Jeff was always patient with Toby. Even when his tics and stutters got bad he'd always stay by his side, made sure the other boy had someone he could talk to, someone who would listen, someone who even bothered to try and understand him. And Toby, in turn, would do the same, even when Jeff's own thoughts scared him on some days. The two were near inseparable as years went by, moreso when they continued on with school where Toby would be bullied or judged.

(If Jeff let the awful, curious temptation simmering under his skin let loose, sending a student or two to the nurse after a particularly bad insult, who's to say)

One day though, Jeff and Liu's parents made the decision to move to a better place when their dad landed a good job. They'd be able to go to some place bigger, get things they were never able to get, learn under a school that offers better opportunities.

Jeff would've been happy- especially since the rest of his family seemed to be- if he wouldn't be leaving his best friend.

The weeks before the move was tense, especially in the Woods' household. How the hell were you just supposed to leave a staple part of your life? To let go of something- someone who had been such an integral part of it?

(Would he be ok? How's he going to make it through school? Who's gonna talk to 'im when his dad is out again- God knows where?)

(If Jeff cared a little more, felt a little more than the average friend, who's to say)

Still, the duo tried to spend the time they had, tried to make sure Jeff would leave without any regrets.

When the Woods' boys were packing their last things into their car, the Rogers family standing aside, watching their close, family friends as they prepare their leave, the two teens promised they'd keep in touch.

Years down the line, a white-hooded monster would reminisce about better days as he held a cigarette between bloodstained fingers, wondering what might have been if they had just stayed. The maddening, burning pyre of grief and anger that fueled his bloody venture had simmered into a low, thrumming heat in his melancholy, and the man wondered what his best friend would've thought of him now after everything, after one tragedy after another turned him into something even he considers to be less than human.

Somewhere, deep in the woods, a man, haunted by the glimpses of a life he was never supposed to remember, grips his axe in a white-knuckled grip.

[stopisa]

aki hayakawa nšfw alphabet

a/n: omg hello everyone, it’s been a minute. i am back in school yet again so my schedule is a little funky but i hope to be able to create more! also i tried to keep this as gn as possible so lmk if i didn’t! this is for my aki enjoyers <3

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

whether you're a one-night stand or a long-term partner, aki rolls it out with the aftercare. of course, it'll differ depending on what you mean to him but he's going to do the bare minimum and some. always cleans you up with a towel, offers you something to drink, and asks how you felt. after the small talk, he might excuse himself to go smoke outside on his balcony, if you're close he will invite you to accompany him, if you're not then he won't say anything

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

aki never really liked anything about himself but he has learned to appreciate his hands, and it's largely unrelated to his job. he takes good care of himself and practices good hygiene so his hands look impeccable. he also likes the way they look when holding your waist, hands, wrists, and neck too :)

his partner's mouth is his favorite. he loves to see the way your mouth curls into a smile when you see him or the way his name sounds and the way it rolls off your tongue. he'll just find himself staring at your mouth while you talk, grateful that he gets to kiss it every day and night. and the way your mouth wraps around his cock is even better

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

which leads me to my next point so he loves cumming in your mouth!! it's easy to clean since you can swallow or spit it into a trash bin but there are a few times where he loves to bask in the moment of seeing the viscous fluid drip down your mouth. he'll sometimes run his thumb over your lip to coax your mouth open to push on down your tongue to watch it drip and make a mess on your chest ówò im gross

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

he totally reads romance novels and their sub-genres (romantasy, dark romance etc.). and honestly, he gets off to them as well since sometimes they’re written better than any of the other pornography he’s consumed which isn’t much if we’re being honest

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

im gonna say he’s has about 5 bodies under his belt, 2 of which were past relationships and 3 of them being a one night stands. that being said, he does know what he’s doing. he pays attention to details and he knows that every person is different when it comes to their needs.

F = Favorite position (this goes without saying)

doesn’t really have fave, as long as you get off then he gets off. buuuuuut if ya’ll on the bed, he’ll pull you to the edge of it, wrapping your legs around his waist. he wants to see your face and stick he thumb in your mouth while he’s at it

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

can’t see him being goofy, sex is either necessity or intimacy so he’ll treat it seriously.

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

like i said earlier, he has good hygiene so grooming is just part of his daily/weekly routine. his body hair is whispy and thin, pretty nonexistent. it’s the same color as his head hair, slightly darker and coarser. but again he keeps it trimmed to clean shaven :o

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

very romantic with his partner, will invite you over, clean the whole apartment, present a home cooked meal, leave small touches on your arms or thigh while exchanging small talk on the couch and then when he takes it to the bedroom it’s still the same romantic aki. communicating what you want, if you’re okay, talking you through your orgasm. it’s wonderful really

J = Jack off (masturbation headcanon)

he’s a man, but will limit it to about 2-3 times a week if he’s single. if he has a partner rarely does he ever unless you’re away for a long time. he likes to watch twt porn, he just likes the amateur filming and the realness of it all. no acting, no special lighting. just sex as it is. or he whips out the filthy romance novel ;)

K = Kink (one or more of their kinks)

idgaf he has a praise kink. tell him he’s a “good boy” and let him know how he feels. he also loves giving praise “yeah sweetheart, that’s right. you’re doing so good for me.”

he also likes light bondage, it’s not the grand thing but if you whip out some handcuffs or some rope he’ll melt. there’s also def been a time where he’s removed his tie, told you to get on the bed and tied your wrists together with it, no doubt this has happened c:

L = Location (favorite places to do the do)

home. that doesn’t necessarily mean just the bedroom. he’s not a huge risk taker and he’s a relatively reserved person so he does believe sex should be a private thing in a private place. but any surface at home is fair game. his bed? of course. in the shower? yes please. kitchen counter? he’s getting dinner and a show.

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

it’s gonna sound basic buts he’s such a slut for domestic shit. when his stress level is down is when he is the most horny and that’s being at home. you two could be cleaning, him vacuuming and you hanging up laundry and bro is bricked up and ready to go.

words of affirmation from his partner make him swoon. you could be congratulating on a achievement, “wow aki, i’m so proud of you! you’re incredible!” and all of a sudden, he’s pitching a tent

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

anything that means physically hurting someone. the toughest he’ll get is bondage and that’s it. if he sees that he’s hurting you then he’s done. if you ask him to hurt he’ll also politely turn it down because no. also anything that super messy (food play, watersports, etc.) he doesn’t want to have to think about extra clean up after busting a nut.

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

both bothboth omfg pls?? oral fixation??? um yes. giving you head is a must in foreplay before anything else happens. and he doesn’t just use his tongue but his hands as well, running them up and down your body. from your chest, down to your waist and hips, finally gripping your thighs to hold you in place.

and he is just as grateful when he’s receiving head. if you have long hair, he will hold it up for you and stroke your cheek and jaw with his other hand as you guide your mouth up and down his cock. he’s in genuine bliss <3

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

because he’s always feeling romantical let him take his time with slow thrusts. if you want him to go faster, he’ll listen but his default is slow and deep. he wants to make the euphoria last for himself and for his partner.

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

nah, quickie usually means he very little time and he’ll be damned if he’s rushing somewhere or shows up late. he has to maintain his cool as a cucumber personality, duh. dude likes to take his time, it’s way better that way.

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

aside from his strict “no’s” he’s open to see what makes you feel good and even explore for himself.

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

not long! sorry guys, he’s a single mom with 2 kids, they wear him tf out. this is why he likes to take his time with foreplay and going slow with his thrusts. after one round he usually is sweaty, feels gross and needs a nicotine break. but if you’re still not satisfied u can fuck yourself on his fingers if you’d like after he smokes.

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

and yes, because he can’t go multiple rounds toys can help with that. if it’s not his fingers you want then he can pull out your favorite vibrator-dildo and use it one you.

U = Unfair (how much they like to tease)

sometimes! if you’ve been annoying him or you’re having some post-fight make-up sex he’ll tease you. “hah, m’gonna fuck you the way i wanna fuck you, but if you beg enough maybe i’ll change my mind.” aside from that he’s very fair and will always make sure you’re satisfied.

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

medium volume, he goes from heavy breathing through his nose to audible moans and huffs through his mouth as he gets get close. is the type to moan into ur neck whilst kissing it :>

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

he has to travel often due to his job which means time apart from you :( but modern technology solves that with phone sex! he was feeling lonely and a buy aroused one night while away from home and you suggested it. at first he was apprehensive but he LOVED it after the first time. hearing your breathy moans over the phone kept him going until his assignment ended and he was able to deliver all the things he promised over the phone

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

aki lowkey packing some schmeat >:) 7 inches with just the right amount of girth. curve straight up for sure a grower not a shower. balls are average hehe 8==D

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

when it’s right after a period of time (2+ weeks) of stress and no sex, that is when is the horniest and pretty much wanting to have sex every night for a week to make up for all the lost time. outside of that exception he has a healthy sex drive

Z = Zzz (how quickly they fall asleep afterwards)

with his partner, he will fall asleep pretty quickly after sex + smoke break + aftercare routine. he has to trust the person and feel comfortable around them if he’s the one falling asleep first. if it’s a one night stand he will have a hard time falling asleep and probably order the person cab after all is taken care of so he can relax.

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Love that you opened requests for TADC!

Could you please do a scenario where Jax pulls a prank on the reader and locks them in a closet, but he has no idea that they have claustrophobia? They end up being found by someone else later, and Jax ends up feeling really bad about it?

(honestly love me some hurt/comfort)

Thank You!

Aftermath of a Prank (Jax x reader w/ claustrophobia)

wasn't sure what to name this since "jax traps you in a closet and feels bad" doesn't roll off the tongue that well LMAO i hope you enjoy this! imma admit, usually when it comes to writing for new characters i read up on others interpretations of them to get a decent handle of them + the canon stuff but i think im gonna wing it this time

It's not often that Jax genuinely apologizes to someone for something he did. often time he will give a huff and a half hearted sorry, or try to play the entire thing off... but there was something different about the current situation at hand

You see, Jax thought it would be funny to get you stuck in a closet, for one reason or another to push some joke he had in mind. What he did not have in mind, however, was the possibility that you were afraid of tight spaces.

Afraid you were, even more so because the closet was dark as well.

Jax was already long gone, claiming that he was going to run off to do something before departing. You asked him to let you out, thinking that he had simply pretended to leave.

But he truly had.

Discomfort turns into fear. Unsure calls for help turn into yells, which turn into you attempting to punch and kick the door open. Your eyes burned with hot tears.

You couldn't have been in there for more than ten minutes before Gangle opened the door, nearly catching your fist to her mask. It likely would have broken and revealed her tears, had her comedy mask not already been broken. She only squeaks in surprise, too stunned to move out of the way but thankfully you were able to reel yourself back in at the last second.

You muttered a quick apology before pulling yourself from the tight space, trying to steady the wobble in your steps. You and Gangle did not exchange any words, with you making your way to your room.

Word gets out. Gangle tells Kinger what happened. Kinger tells Pomni. Pomni tells Ragatha. Zooble finds out, but they don't care enough to gossip around. Before long Ragatha is telling Jax about it, with her own hunch that the rabbit was the one to blame.

Could you blame her? Jax has a bit of a track record...

Point is, Jax eventually finds out how scared you were through the grapevine and for once he actually feels bad about something. Annoying and spooking someone is one thing, but to instill genuine terror was another thing.

He wants to apologize, but it's such a foreign thing that he keeps putting it off. Days pass, with you now avoiding him, which only make him feel worse.

After another day of you only giving him dry responses he ends up cornering you, finally having enough of the guilt eating him up

Apparently not learning his lesson the first time but I digress

"Look," He said, square pupils fixed on you.

A sigh

"I'm sorry, okay? I didn't think you'd flip,"

Not perfect, but it's a start.

"If I knew I wouldn't have, I swear," he added when he was met with silence. From seemingly out of no where, he pulls something out

An object you like, be it a flower a book or something else that he found lying around the circus

You took it, observing, then looked back up at him. He did look remorseful, even if he didn't really say it.

That would have to do, that's the best you're going to get from him. Baby steps

From that day forward, you notice that Jax lightens up around you, pranking you less and generally being a little less annoying when it comes to you

[bingusbongu]

you write for so many characters that I absolutely adore oml.

Could you write some kind of Alastor x new-to-hell reader? (I feel like this would be really interesting :3)

Also since I'm likely gonna be putting in a lot of reqs I'm claiming an Emoji (🖋 <- this one) so you know which anon this is teehee

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♡A/N: RAAAAAAA HELLO I KNOW YOU GFYFGG im glad you found my blog!!! I also made sure to make this on this specific day for you,,, ♡

Masterlist

Rules

Alastor x New Sinner Reader!

Tw: mentions of death and murder, and of stalking

• okay, the fact you manage to catch the eye of NONE OTHER than the famous and feared Radio Demon is beyond believable

• your new, you must have done something to become his intrest. I dont think he will just pluck you out of the streets as soon as you spawned because he wanted to

• maybe you found yourself in the middle of a turf war or spawned while he and some other demon were in a battle. Maybe you killed another demon on pure accident. And maybe, due to him working with Charlie, maybe he decided not to kill you instantly and offered you the hotel. Since you are new, perhapse you wanted redemption? Hell knows that charlie would be ecstatic to have a new member!

• so, you go with Alastor to the hotel! Meeting an overjoyed Charlie and the rest of the crew!

• though, Alastor kept his eyes on you. Your new, he couldnt have a new member of the hotel accidently step into a war of some sorts and have yourself killed the moment he looks away.

• so, you being as clueless as you are, Alastor reluctantly decided he was going to teach you what to do and not to do in hell! Charlie thought it was a wonderful idea, finding it unbelievable that Alastor was the one to come up with the idea AND go along with it

• so, Alastor would take you out of the hotel and teach you certain things, like how to categorize lower level demons and higher ranking demons, how to protect yourself while walking the street from others who want to harm you

• "no no, you go for the heart, thats the liver"

• after you manage to learn alot from Alastor! Suprisingly, he is quiet a good teacher! But, instead of leaving you to yourself, he would be found occasionally hanging around you

• others would take notice how they always were able to find Alastor wherever you are, and when confronted about it, he would completely shoot down their question and change the subject

• Alastor thought you needed more protection. Though he did teach yoi how to take care of yourself, he still found a need to watch over you, to protect you. A worm of worry that wiggled in his chest when he cant spot you in the hotel.

• Alastor dosnt bring you along to his meetings, to keep his reputation and to protect you from certain eyes. If you are with the Radio Demon, then you have a bigger target on your head

• though, he does sometimes take you to his visits with Rosie!

• she adores you, finding you the cutest little thing. She sure was suprise to find a new sinner with Alastor, and one Alastor was so protective over, but she left it be, finding you precious and telling you stores from her time while sharing tea.

• though, a few of the staff of the hotel were,,, concerned for you. Husk especially. Having the Radio Demon on your back was certainly something new and worrying to him. Maybe he got you under contract, too. When he asked you about it, you shrugged it off and smiled like you hadnt even noticed! It baffled him, and how your mood didnt seem to dim when Alastor came around to check up on you.

• Vox, well, lets just say he may or may not have been the first overlord to actually notice you and your presence with Alastor. He has camaras everywhere, especially hidden outside of the hotel, he dosnt miss anything. So when he realized that the Radio demon was being friendly with a someone new he was not a happy camper

• he ended up confronting Alastor about it during their next meeting. And the way he quickly shut up apon noticing Alastors mood shift when you were mentioned had him traumatized. Velvet had to help him fix his screen after that

• Alastor is quite protective over you, even if you dont realize it, he has one of his little weird minions keeping an eye on you at all times when he isnt there, just to make sure you dont do something stupid.

-EXTRA-

• if you, instead of being a weak newcomer, started making a name for yourself withoit wasting any time, maybe killing off demons left and right or taking down a few overlords, you definitely have his attention

• you remind him of his old new sinner self, so he happily makes his presence known to you, and openly offers to guide you to make a name for yourself like he did

• he would show you how to take down even the most powerful overlords, collect souls to feed your power, and even how to keep your clothes from getting messy after killing so many!

• you are much like his apprentice. Following him wherever he goes and listening to him teach you about something.

• if you become powerful like him, you two become a quick and good duo! Both pf you being feared!

• though, he still makes sure you dont hurt yourself. No matter how powerful you have become, he makes sure you dont slip up and hurt yourself, or let someone hurt you. <3

[ghoulfuckersincorporated]

anything for benny gecko? im quite curious!

(If it hasn't become clear, headcanon requests are presumed to be for NSFW content unless otherwise stated. Feel free to submit again if I missed the mark, Anon!)

Benny Gecko (Fallout: New Vegas) NSFW Headcanons

Benny is NOT good in bed off bat, but he's trainable. If there's one thing the man has in spades, it's self-confidence; because of that, he thinks he's a sex god with universally applicable technique that, in reality, works on about 1/10 partners. He's the poster child for "you told me 'right there' so I'm both changing angles and speeding up". You may have to slap him around a little to get what you're trying to teach him to sink in (3 INT and also he's just a dog who enjoys a little punishment), or maybe park yourself on his face until the lack of oxygen forces him to figure out how to eat you properly, but he's more than capable of learning. Be generous with the praise when he does things right and he'll never forget what you like.

Sex with him can be pretty goofy (rough/passionate, but still goofy) and littered with moments that make you both giggle, but on a bad day he can be quite punitive. Laugh at the wrong moment for any reason on a day like that and he'll turn your ass beet red before you can blink.

Benny's pretty strong according to his stats, and he definitely enjoys flexing that strength. He likes to fuck standing up against the wall for that reason; it's a cumbersome position that doesn't really feel ideal for anyone, but he can't resist the look on a partner's face when he hoists them up around his waist.

The man tries hard to keep up his "slick and reformed nomad" image, but beneath all the pomade and the Bugsy Siegel suit, he's dirty, rough around the edges. Primal. He prefers his sexual encounters to be filthy in all ways; unwashed, sweaty, pheromone-saturated filth. Likes when you're just a little overripe. Wants both of you to be completely covered in one another's bodily fluids when you're done. Spit in his mouth and he might propose right then and there (do not take this proposal seriously).

I adore the headcanon that, under the suit, Benny is covered in gang/tribe tattoos from his Boot Rider days (as well as a bevvy of scars). He's a bit self-conscious about how they make him appear at times, but he's thrilled if you're really into them.

He's a switch, but a mean dom and a petulant, bratty sub. Not every day is a BDSM-type day with Benny (you wouldn't have, for example, a long-term dom/sub dynamic with him; too many rules involved for his taste), but those days are always...trying in their own way.

HAS to have a cigarette after he fucks, preferably lying butt-ass naked in bed near an open window with a nice breeze blowing through. Will settle for a cigar, but you're gonna have to listen to him bitch about how he'd rather have a regular smoke while his soft cock is flopping everywhere. Distracting. Annoying. Very Benny Gecko.

Hard 15 minute timer from "cumming his brains out" to "so deep asleep you can't rouse him for shit". Make sure you get yours before he gets his, and don't fuck him in your bed if you don't want him to spend the night. You won't be able to get him to leave once he's snoring.

[certified-monstrosity]

[/i failed a midterm i studied hard for, yall know what that means]

[/kinky venting ooOOOoo]

Ashtray Pup

concepts: petplay, mommy kink, sadism (tw!), praise, intox, scent kink

i had a rough day. class was a drag and im not in a good mood. that is, until i get home.

my puppy is waiting for me inside with his collar on and leash in his mouth for me to take hold of. and better still, he's in one of my favorite outfits of his. he must've been able to tell i was off over the phone.

such a smart pup.

from the moment i take his leash, i automatically feel a bit of stress float up off of my shoulders. but there will be more to come, and he knows it.

"it was a long day for mommy, pup. youre gonna fix that for me, ok? can you do that, darling?"

petting him and taking him to kneel in front of me while i sit on the edge of my bed and pull out a joint. i put it to my lips and i dont have to utter a word for him to light it for me.

he learns pretty fast for a puppy, truthfully.

i tip his chin up and hold the joint to his lips until he starts to cough and choke on the heavy smoke.

"shh, it's ok, good pet~ you can keep going, puppy, mommy's got you~"

i tap the ashes off against his shoulder and he winces but then leans into the heat. so pretty.

the joint passes back and forth between our lips, though it never leaves my hand. occasionally ill tug on his leash while he's holding a hit and make him choke. but that only gets him higher.

every time i need to ash i press it against his skin somewhere else. this leads to him squirming and blushing, and his eyes gradually glaze over, turning a gorgeous shade of pink.

as i feel the heavy, hazy, warm sensation melt into my mind, more and more of the tensions of the day ease out of my muscles.

i lay up against the pillows on the bed and he moves almost immediately to carefully take off my shoes and set them aside neatly.

"how precious, even when youre stoned you remember your training~ such a good boy~"

my legs spread lazily and i tug him onto the bed by the leash, one hand on his shoulder to force him down between my legs. he's so cute like this, a blushy mess.

it's obvious that smoking has had certain effects on his poor, sensitive body. his face is flushed, his breath is unsteady, and his underwear stopped fitting comfortably a while back.

"my pretty thing, you love it when i use you like this, dont you~"

all he can do is whimper. he's just a pup, after all, i don't expect anything else. he's a needy little puppy all high and hard and desperate to make me feel better no matter what he has to do.

petting his hair before i take a loose handful, pulling my skirt up with my free hand, and use it to press his face against my underwear. im already wet just thinking about what im gonna do to him, and the smell is making his poor puppy instincts even messier.

"aww, you like that don't you, pup~"

my fingers slide my underwear down my legs and i guide his face into my sopping heat without warning, grip tight on his leash to keep him from going too far too fast.

letting his tongue fuck me slowly and greedily for a bit until i tug his leash to see his pretty face covered in my slick and his drool.

i turn onto my stomach and pull his leash over my shoulder, relishing in the sound of his gasps and whiny whimpers as he's forced into doggy with his breath against the back of my neck and his hips involuntarily humping mine.

the sweet little thing cant help it, he's a puppy, it would be impossible for him not to rut against me in this position. so i order him to pull his underwear down and proceed to grind my hips up and back against him.

its slippery, warm, swollen skin on skin until i finally yank his leash forward and force him into me.

i hold his leash tight, keeping him fucking me deep and slow.

"nnnh~ such a good boy~ doing such a good job for mommy, pup~"

we stay rocking back and forth, groaning and huffing, his weight leaning on top of mine and his collar pulled tight around his neck by the leash in my grasp until

"be a good puppy and spill for me~"

we both cum hard and collapse together on the bed, exhausted but happy, the treachery of the day forgotten.

cuddling him into me and kissing him all over his face, scratching his back and telling him what a good pet he was and how proud i am of him for listening so well.

[hotluncheddie]

t4t chubby autistic steddie GO

i have been thinking about this (nsfw from twitter!!) art lately so i am here with u <3

even tho i get nervous to write trans characters, idk why, i just don't wanna mess it up i think

but im doing my best!! bc autistic and gender exploration are very lovely wonderful cozy subjects so i'm gonna focus on that

this is such a string of ideas but - 4 u <3 :3c

Stevie leaves with Eddie and Robin, taking their trust fund and leaving their parents to it - too the rest of their lives - without her. Like the Harringtons always hoped, really.

Stevie doesn't need them, the money is useful but they offer nothing more to her.

She's able to buy an apartment. In Chicago. With her loves. They learn how to live. How to live together. How to be at peace.

There's big bright widows in the main space, with light and air and the sunset. The two bedrooms are cozy and warm and it's a place for them all to grow.

'There's chips here.' Eddie says. They have a matching day off and she's trying to practice what it is to do nothing, to truly rest. Eddie helps, by being there, keeping her still with his hands and his love.

But Stevie tenses up, she was snacking, has been snacking, trying to learn her hunger signals better - what they feel like to her. It was always a rule not to east in her room, not to eat between meals. But she was hungry, she had a snack.

'I'm not judging, I'm saying so we remember to take it out next time one of us goes to the kitchen.' Eddie says, coming back from changing the tape, kissing her. Kissing her and kissing her.

Stevie relaxes.

'You've gained a little weight.' Robin says, laying on Stevies thighs on the couch, crocheting while Stevie watches sports and rubs her knuckles agains her teeth, twirling a strand of Robins hair in her fingers.

She looks down at her best friend. Robin looks back at her.

Robin smiles.

'It's good. You look more like you than you ever have before.'

Stevie smiles back. Tries not to cry.

Stevie letting herself change, relax. Unlearn those eating habits that helped her feel in control. Instead allowing herself to enjoy, and eat the things she wants to, the things she likes.

Eats pasta every night for a month and doesn’t feel bad about it. Doesn’t force herself to eat kale because she hates it, spinach is good enough. She is good enough.

Eddie gets little chubbier, in this new life. After recovering from nearly dying. Explains to Stevie in his long lilting way that he likes it, feels more protected, like his skin isn’t so fragile now.

He’s never liked his body but now he truly knows how short life is, and, maybe he can learn to like this new one. In this new place, in the love that surrounds him.

Plus, the bats destroyed his chest. So without that in the way, no longer lurking and potentially ruining his day. He realises he can shed that background fixation he always seemed to have with thinness. The idea that it would make him look more masculine or more androgynous. Curves were for girls and Eddie was not. That.

But now, now, who fucking cares. He’s alive. He needs to eat.

Steve feels a finger trailing over her hip, dipping into the band of her underwear, skimming over her crack and the the ridges of stretch marks that lead up to her waist.

'So so pretty' Eddie whispers, and it's filled with so much awe, so much grace, so much reverence and love.

Stevie shivers, feeling endless and grounded and like her body is here and hers and everything she ever dreamed of because it exists now.

She puts her hand under her loose shirt, cupping her belly. Skin still sleep warm and the energy of her palm seems to cover her whole body in warmth, in light and softness. Tinging and bright. Still being traced lightly by the love of her life. But being loves by her own hands, now, too.

She exists. And finally, everything is beautiful.

[somebluemelodies]

SPIDERBIT WEEK hosted by @smallchaoscryptid !! day six: coffee | nautical IM FINALLY BACK !! i know mer au won my poll from a while back so this is kinda a double whammy? spiderbit week AND poll fic :D

For a while, Roier wonders if he’s ever gonna see the deepsea mer ever again. When he doesn’t see him the night after their initial meeting, he’s worried that the Feds may have gotten to the mer after all, and it pains him more than he cares to admit aloud.

But it’s not the last time. In fact, it happens multiple times, to the point where they have a weird schedule of sorts to meet every third day or so.

Communicating isn’t the easiest, with only Roier able to actually talk, but they make do, and he’s getting a real good hold of asking ��yes or no’ questions or anything else that permits him to learn more about the deepsea mer.

Except for one thing. The mer’s name.

The mer can understand nearly everything Roier says, but he can’t write it. He can only write in his own strange mer-tongue, which is a series of characters that sends the pirate into a deeper confusion the more he tries to make sense of it.

For a little while, Roier contemplates giving the merman a name himself, but that feels a little unfair to the mer. He has a name, after all.

However, his mouth running faster than his mind produces a nickname, gatinho, as a result of staring at the mer for a little too long and getting lost in his eyes. Thankfully, though, the mer doesn’t seem to mind it, and Roier even swears it makes the creature blush. But that sounds like crazy talk, so he tries not to dwell on it.

Nevertheless, the nickname stays. If only because it’s… well… the truth.

(Mostly. He’s a mer, not a cat. Scales and no legs, not fur and four legs.)

(But God, if he isn’t the prettiest being Roier has ever seen.)

A couple weeks or so after their first initial meeting, Roier is sitting on the flattest rock closest to the water, the mer half out of the water in front of him with his arms resting on the rock. A routine, of sorts. Either here, or the cave.

“So, gatinho,” the pirate starts. “I need to figure out your name. We have to find some way. Because I can’t keep calling you gatinho forever.”

(But he’d certainly like to.)

The deepsea mer tilts his head slightly and shrugs, as if to say, “I don’t see anything wrong with that.”

“What? You like the name, huh?”

A pause, followed by a slow nod. Roier grins. “No mames, wey, this guy likes being called pretty. Like a cat. Are you sure you’re not a cat? I think you’re a cat in disguise.”

The mer looks borderline offended, trying to reach over and slap him. But the pirate pushes back, out of reach, smile growing with a laugh. “You’re swatting like a cat! Holy shit, man, I was right. I’m friends with a fucking cat. A catfish. No mames.”

There’s a growl of sorts from the merman, who definitely looks like he’s blushing now - focus, focus, focus, stop looking at him like that - and shoots up out of the water before Roier has a chance to properly react.

Next thing he knows, he’s flat on his back against the rock, and there’s a solid weight on top of him, two almost-glowing blue eyes staring him down.

(A small part of Roier wonders if he should be afraid right now. He’s seen the sharp teeth and fingers. This mer could theoretically kill him in a heartbeat. Right here, right now.)

(But he’s not afraid, God only knows why. No, he’s… no, no. Enough.)

Roier tries to mask the way his cheeks are rapidly warming up with an accomplished, shit-eating laugh. “Calma, gatinho, calma.”

The deepsea mer huffs, shaking his head before a small smile crosses his face despite himself. He leans down to really shove Roier’s shoulder, but makes no effort yet to get off.

(Not that Roier minds.)

More laughter, and then a lull, and their eyes meet again. Roier becomes acutely aware of just how close they actually are. The mer is staring at him in a way he can’t quite decipher, and it makes him increasingly nervous.

(A look of wonder. Awe.)

(The mer sees the same exact look in those dark eyes.)

The pirate tries to play it off, like his heart isn’t about to beat out of his chest and like his thoughts aren’t circling around the fact that if he sits up enough, their lips could brush. Connect. “See something you like, gatinho?”

The mer also seems to finally realize their current position, and with wide eyes, pushes himself off and all but dives back into the water. Roier kicks himself in the ass for mourning the loss of contact.

For a few moments, as the merman doesn’t surface, he wonders if he’s fled for the night, and starts to feel a little guilty for his teasing.

But then there’s movement, and he watches the deepsea mer breach the surface again, blowing out a breath he didn’t even know he was holding. He rubs the back of his neck sheepishly. “Sorry, sorry. I hope I didn’t make you uncomfortable or anything.”

The mer shakes his head. It’s okay.

(He did see something he liked.)

"Roier!"

The pirate's head whips around, seeing a silhouette in the far distance.

"Oh, shit-- that's Jaiden. I gotta go." He turns back to the mer. "Three days? And I will learn your name, gatinho."

The deepsea mer nods, and three things happen in succession.

One. The mer leaves him a piece of sea glass, a red one.

Two. He hesitates, then hoists himself onto the rock to press a kiss to Roier's cheek.

Three. He dives back into the water without looking back, disappearing in a fleeting glint of deep emerald and leaving Roier to touch his cheek in surprise.

"Roier!" Jaiden calls again, running over to him. "There you are! What're you doing out here?"

Roier clears his throat, willing his cheeks to cool down despite the darkness surrounding them. His best friend was eerily observant sometimes. "I was just... collecting sea glass. See? Look at this piece I found!" He picks up the piece, standing up to show her.

Jaiden looks at it before back to him, her brow quirking ever-so-slightly. "O...kay? Since when do you do that?"

"It's given me something to do recently."

She studies him another moment, trying to decipher the truth. If she doesn't believe him, she doesn't say it. Instead, she says, "fair. But I came to bring you back to the ship, c'mon."

They walk in a comfortable silence for a bit, until she speaks up again. "Y'know, I haven't seen much sea glass around here. You must have some awfully good luck; I see the little pile on the box beside your hammock."

Roier opens his hand, looking at the translucent red treasure as icy eyes infiltrate his mind, the ghost of lips warming his cheek. "Sí. Something like that."

[inkiedraws]

just discovered your blog couple of days ago AND IM IN SHOOK i havent in my life seen such gut wrenchingly amazing anatomy my jaw is on the ground LIKE REALLY your doffy is my EVERYTHING DAMN idk if you shared it somewhere but can i ask you to wield us the secret knowledge of what resources you mostly used for studying anatomy?? cause im really curious your stuff is literally gold omfg

Thank you so much! There's way better anatomy artists out there but i'm happy that people like what i'm doing!

And hmm that's a question with several answers so i'm just gonna give a list on what helped me the most!

Also i'm just a hobby artist so keep that in mind when reading! I have no idea what professionals do lmao.

1: Don't be afraid to find you own way of learning! Everyone process information differently and if you feel a certain way helps you learn then use it!

2: Don't just look at people with defined muscles! Look at people with very different body shapes and sizes. Human anatomy for artists is a site i often use! (lots of tasteful nudity in the link, be aware)

3: Practice your muscle memory as much as your sight! By tracing anatomy, you'll be able to feel what is actually going on in the image!

This is a big one because i recently discovered that i'm the kind of person that learns by feeling the movement of what i'm looking at.

Now i'm able to pick up on little details that i otherwise wouldn't have seen! And i (usually) get my drawings right immediately, without needing to do this before. :)

If you ever struggle pin-pointing what is wrong with your drawing, try this out and see if it works! Hopefully you'll go "AH so that's how it's supposed to look like."

4: Look at videos and photos of people wrestling and MMA fighting (or any other marial arts. Great way of learning how physics work. And dancers too!!

5: Pay attention to how skin reacts! By that i mean do weird movements in the mirror and see how your skin moves and stretches.

6: When using a reference make sure it's right beside your canvas. Then dart your eyes quickly back and forth and see what part of your drawing looks different from what you're looking at!

7. No matter how much you think "I understand how this muscle work now" there will always be at least one photo of a person that makes you go "What??" because muscles are fucked up and can look way differently in certain angles.

8: If you can't find a good reference take a photo of yourself in the mirror. It doesn't matter if you don't look like the character you're drawing, as long as it gives you some idea how it should look, it's fine!

There's way more but these are the main things i keep in mind when drawing anatomy!

[carpedzem]

I'm gonna be honest this shit just reminds me that ccs will do anything to keep the fame on them. It reminds me of dsmp and the fact that half the people there just didn't like Dream, but pretended they did for clout. It truly just.... makes me sad at how fake some of these people are. They're willing to fuck over the working class people (which what most of them were before) just to get a bit more clout from this damn server that is known for treating it's staff like shit and then when they try and to actually get paid everyone gets fired.

Like I get the ex workers not being as aggressive due to being young fans plus being harassed by the current ones. Older ccs not seeing the obvious sketchyness of this all just seems like their putting on their blindfolds to keep their current fanbase and popularity.

i know we should learn our lesson by now about cc not being such a close friends after all but honestly the part of georges 2nd respons when he talk about how hes looking back at interactions with other cc differently now fucked me over a little bit bc dteam came into this community so open and willing to share and wanting to make friends. dream was so eager to just add friend of a friend into dsmp, he created that massive document for tommy. even at the con george saw caiti as a friend - according to him of course - just another person that is similar to him. you can dislike dt attitude, you can dislike dream ego and georges not being able to be serious for 5 minutes or sapnaps competitiveness. but making them bad guys only bc they have negative, human traits, and happened to also get popular is just so, so sad

i hope they will be able to hold on real friendships and they there are some more in them. im actually glad that it seems that dteam has some friends outside cc sphere and i hope they keep them grounded and make them feel loved. by the end of a day everyone deserves that

[valentine-writes]

Spot nation is here humbly requesting again u-u One of your recent works breifly touched on The Spot getting protective over an upset reader. Would love to read your take on expanding that concept. :^] Make it as lighthearted or serious as you like! Maybe the reader has to tell him to chill out instead. Like, we love you queen but take it easy. No worries if this isn't smthn you want to do! Loving your writing in general! Take care :>

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「 tws + notes: POSSIBLE FLASH WARNING FOR THE GIF BELOW THE CUT?? (jus to be safe!! idk if this is needed or not-), no tws, unedited, super silly moment from me im not in a slash srs mood 」

「 gn!reader, can be platonic or romantic <3 」

↳ ft. johnathan ohnn/the spot

author's note: AUWWHJWAB HELLO!!! u are so so polite omg thank u so much ! ^_^ i luv tha enthusiasm i've been seein from spot nation tbh!!! o((>ω< ))o i'd be happy to expand on that hc! im gon make it a little teeny tiny bit more lighthearted becuz i luv myself some silly hcs but here we go!! super duper soz if itz a bit short anon </3

▸ i think i like writing the spot as a silly lil dude who is jus tryin so so hard. but also he did work for Fucked Up Evil and Co. (alchemax is just brimming w/ all sorts of brilliant minds with horrifying ideas in the name of science. kingpin ran this shit and would not have it any other way) like he's not beyond being an absolute menace he just didn't have the means for it at the beginning of the movie. so we're gonna keep it lighthearted and silly but,,,

we're gonna keep this in mind too, yeah?

▸ you're incredibly dear to him. he's become a little more protective than he usually would be (can't have you being taken away from him! not after literally everyone else in life life ditched–) and it's just the littlest bit unhealthy.

he really does mean well! you just find yourself reminding him to dial it down a bit.

▸ especially after he's gotten a hang of using his powers?... he's got the means to keep you from harm. he may still be insecure about his appearance, but those thoughts can be (temporarily) satiated when he knows what he can do.

the power at the multiverse, in the palm of his hand

i mean. you can't expect him to not want to defend you with it.

▸ you remind him, time and time again that he really doesn't need to check up on you that frequently. in spite of this, he can't help peeking into a portal, just to check on you here and there.

"i swear to you, i'll be fine." you tell him, time and time again- and he trusts you, he really does. but it doesn't hurt to be absolutely, positively, 100% certain, right?

▸ on the days you're upset because of a particularly bad day (not specifically conflict with people, just little things or internal issues, etc, etc... the Horrors,,,,) he offers the support he knows that he'd want.

if you're a person who's obvious with their emotions, he's pretty okay with picking up the cues you're not doing fine. will start up a conversation and then awkwardly ask if you're doing okay.

it's a little more tricky if you're subtle. overtime, he learns what to look for- little signs that indicate you're not doing well- and ensures that he's straightforward in asking about how you're feeling.

and sometimes, he able to sense that something is off. there's a tension in the air neither of you want to talk about, a feeling in his bones that he can't quite shake. he dislikes this the most. mainly because it's easy to attribute this feeling to overthinking. he'll check up on how you're feeling anyways. even if it takes a while to muster the courage.

without fail, he feels his heart break a bit when you look up at him with the saddest expression he's seen on your face. your frown is almost painful to see :(

he's got a very formulaic strategy in his mind that he uses to help you deal with bad days

something like this mefinks,,,

[ step a: he starts by asking what's going on with you... ask how you're feeling and all that. if your mood is negative, he'll try to ask why and if you wanna talk about it ]

if you choose to take up the offer, go to step b. if you refuse, go to step c.

[ step b: listen! provide support, be attentive. he'll let you rant, scream about it (ok maybe not too loud though, but,, y'know. if it helps, it helps), cry- anything. if you do cry, go to step d ]

[ step c: distract!! distract, distract, distract. you got a favourite comfort show or movie? he tells you: hey, you haven't watched it in a while (even if you have), why don't we put it on? your favorite video game? he'll play with you! talk about your favorite things or talk about nothing while you grab a snack or drink. he knows avoiding stuff isn't gonna work for long term problems, but he's more than willing to cheer you up ]

[ step d: SILENTPANICSILENTPANIC... internally he's just kinda freaking out because it's hard to see you cry. he's not awful with comfort- just a little stiff, y'know? much better with distractions. but in the event of you crying: he'll rub your back, wrap his arms around you. or give you space (depending on what you need) probably goes "hey, no, no no- it's okay, it's okay-" while attempting to soothe you. gives you time to cry it out while he babbles reassurances under his breath. ]

he really does try his best (´꒳｀。)

▸ if you're beefing with someone and it's making you upset, he'll listen to you complain about them. out here nodding and agreeing with you like he was there to witness. again, he's got your back!!

(this part partially inspired by @//spdrslayr 's posts!!) in interest of cheering you up,,, you two make fun of the person.

if you're someone to openly bitch about someone and aren't afraid of getting a little mean behind someone's back,, he's making fun of them too.

of course, if you're like "noo,, but like,,, that's mean-" he's quick to remind you what they did. like they had the audacity, there's no need to be sorry.

if you're consumed by harrowing guilt anytime you're remotely rude (even behind someone's back) he'll tone the jokes down. just a little. he can be VERY a little out of pocket.

likes watching you try not to lose it, stifling laughter, as you share a moment over mutual hatred for said person

"hey– that wasn't.. that wasn't funny–" you're snicker, doing very little to hide the obvious smile on your face. he loves seeing your face brighten, the frown on it now replaced with a grin you just can't hold back

he's gonna crack jokes about them randomly too in your conversations. he's good at holding a grudge yeah,,, but at least in this case he's funny abt it. it's lowkey starting to sound like he was wronged instead of you.

▸ if someone hurts you? that's a whole other story. (hehe. whole- my bad.)

being inconsiderate, rude, and mean to you is one thing, but bringing physical harm to you?

he can't stand the idea that someone would want to harm you. it doesn't matter what happened in the events leading to it. he knows you didn't deserve it. he knows it. the minute he sees the tears stinging in your eyes,, the bruising on your body– the blood–

someone's going to have to answer for it.

(but im not talking abt him tryin to rock someone's shit becuz that would be 10x longer blehhhh :p)

[pasta-in-the-pudding]

Guess Who's back ✨

Anyways..What would Jeff be like if he found out Reader was pregnant?

AGHHH I LOVE GETTING TO WRITE FOR DOMESTIC SITUATIONS!!

Weddings, babies, moving in together i love it all 💗

Thank you so much for requesting!!

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Jeff finding out you're pregnant

Jeff has always been firm on the notion that he does not want kids

He thinks kids are annoying and gross and stinky

And there's also some insecurity of him not being able to be a good dad, considering his job, his upbringing, even his appearance

All around, kids are a firm no for him

So when you begin experiencing morning sickness he kind of just denies the very possibility that you could even get pregnant

But you, being at least a little more reasonable than him, decides its better safe than sorry and goes out to buy a test

When you get back, you inform him that you're gonna take the test just to be sure to which he straight up laughs

"You won't need it, because I can tell you right now you're not pregnant"

And so, after a few minutes of waiting anxiously after taking the test, you look at the results and see....a positive

A hand goes to your stomach, the tears already streaming down your face

Jeff, who decided he would wait with you snatches the test and does several takes

He's honestly just speechless, he didn't even really think he could get anyone pregnant, which may have just been wishful thinking on his part

He looks at you, and you look at him

Your face is one of pure joy, and his is a mix of confusion, fear and disgust

"We aren't keeping it, right?" He asks after looking at your face for a while

You frown and smack his arm "jeff! How could you even suggest that?!"

"We aren't prepared for a kid! We've never even talked about it! Not to mention, what kind of life would that kid have?? Growing up in a house full of murderers and monsters, the kid's guaranteed to be fucked in the head!"

"You aren't even going to give this a chance?" You ask frustratedly "you created this with me, you know! The least you could do is take responsibility!"

He groans and storms out of the room, leaving you to cry alone

When he gets back he is less angry, and clearly just got done "blowing off some steam" made clear by the fresh blood on his hoodie

You aren't crying anymore, he comes into the room and sighs before sitting with you on your bed

You are both very quiet for a while, just sitting together

He finally speaks, but he doesn't look at you. He couldn't bear to

"I love you, you know? I just get....i just feel really scared right now because I don't know what to do. I'm not in control and that scares me"

You look at him and place a hand on his cheek "if you wanna get rid of it, then we can discuss our options?" You offer

He shakes his head "i dont wanna get rid of it....i just...i don't want to mess this up, you know?"

You scoot closer to him and lay your head on his shoulder "you won't mess it up..." you look at your stomach and then grab his hand and place it on your lower belly "if you love this baby as much as you love me, theres no way you could" you say looking up at him with a smile

He looks at your stomach and then at you "im still so, so scared" he whispers to you "i dont know anything"

You kiss his nose and press your forehead to his "it's ok. We'll learn together"

He smiles "ok"

After that first whole fight, he actually gets pretty excited about the baby!

You manage to pay slender to get a room that you can make into a nursery, and announce the news to your close friends

Jeff is always buying things for the baby. Toys, clothes, blankets, etc

He also loves to talk to the baby, telling your little one all about the day that he had and how much he loves them

He's still hates kids, but his kid is amazing

(Also authors note i wanna write more general preganancy hcs for jeff bc hes so silly)

[blackdollette]

Could you do jack catching the reader crying and comforting them?🫶🏼🫶🏼🫶🏼🫶🏼

yes ofc :))

"makes me a sad, sad girl." | jack thurlow

sad girl. - lana del rey

reader x jack

word count: 648

contents: fluffy stuff

life was hard and you knew it. you’d learned to put a brave face on and take whatever life threw at you without a single complaint. you let out your feelings silently when no one was there to see you, and nobody ever did.

one night, jack was out working late, leaving you all alone. this day in particular had put even more stress on you than usual. your body was trembling from exhaustion and you just couldn’t keep yourself together.

you sat yourself on the floor beside your bed, hot tears starting to trickle down your face. the pain in your heart was becoming unbearable, and you had nobody there to help you. you hugged your knees as you heaved out choked sobs.

time became elastic, making you completely oblivious to how long you were sitting there. it was like you were in your own dark little bubble away from the outside world. your heart hammered in your chest and your entire body felt weak.

it was around midnight and you had slowly been able to calm yourself down a little. you took a few long, deep breaths before getting yourself up from the floor. you wiped a few tears away with the back of your hand before turning around to leave the bedroom, but you froze in your spot.

jack was standing in the doorframe, wide-eyed with his lips parted a little. you tried your best to quickly wipe away all the moisture from your face, but your red eyes and flushed cheeks were the giveaway. 

jack had never been the most sympathetic person, which is why you kept your feelings to yourself around him, but at this moment it was almost as if he could feel the pain in your heart. he dropped his briefcase on the ground and approached you.

he held your face in his hands, looking into your big, glassy eyes. seeing you this vulnerable was completely new to him, and it was doing miraculous things to his dark soul. you sniffled and looked down, not knowing what outcome to expect from this interaction.

he pulled you into him, wrapping his arms around your trembling body. you sunk your face into his shoulder, fully taking in this rare moment. he scooped you up into his arms and gently set you on the bed like you were made of the most delicate porcelain. 

he walked into the bathroom for a moment, filling up the tub with water and your favourite scented oils. he came back to the bedroom, picking you up once again. you saw the bath that he had set up for you. little things like this make your heart melt.

he planted a soft kiss on your forehead, instructing you to get in. you did as he asked, watching as he picked out your favourite record and put it in the player. you felt your body starting to unclench from the warm water, smell of the oil, and the song playing on the record player.

shortly after your bath, you stepped out of the bathroom. you changed into your nightwear and made your way back to the bed, meeting a nice little surprise there. on a silver tray laid two teacups and your favourite novel.

jack had gotten out of his work uniform and carried you onto the bed. he whispered to you in a soft, gentle voice, “hope this made you feel better, doll. i love you.” before you could react, he pulled you into a gentle hug, feeling your heartbeat slowing down against him. 

he pulled the blanket over the two of you and cradled you in his arms, gently massaging you in the process. you wanted to thank him for what he had done for you tonight, for showing you the other side of him, but it was too late. you had already fallen asleep in his arms. 

author's note: this is a two week old request that im only getting out now :(( gonna post lots this weekend, dw yall :))