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my heart over yours; part five | j.fleming x reader

prompt: jessie and you finally stop being oblivious idiots. finally getting together.

author notes: this series is finally coming to an end, this feels weird 😭 i had so much fun writing this actually. so enjoy all this fluff as a ty for all the love this series got 🩷

contains: ucla!jessie x reader, childhood bestie!jessie, lesbians that stopped being oblivious, so much fluff, jeff and reader are certified lover girls™, small time jump but i swear it's nothing crazy like they aren't married, chelsea!jessie x reader, covid doesn't fcking exist in this thank god 🙏🏾

credit to @/glimmerofawesome for the gif 😝🙏🏾

masterlist to the previous parts

playing best part by daniel caesar & h.e.r 🎵

"you taste like cheap liquor," is the first thing jessie says when she pulls away. it quickly changes the mood from semi-romantic to playful. you laugh loudly, unable to control your volume with the alcohol still in your system. good thing the party was still going strong and the music was still blasting so loud you're sure that someone could fall down the stairs and nobody would notice.

the canadian doesn't go too far when she pulls away, still holding onto you. partially because she wants to be close to you after everything that happened and also partially because the alcohol was really starting to get to you so you weren't able to stand that well on your own.

"you're supposed to say something way more romantic after a kiss, freckles," you say, moving your hand to cup one side of her face. she leans into your touch, giving you a smug smile. "you still tasted good though."

"gross! that's even less romantic than the last thing you said," you laugh loudly again. stumbling bit but jessie holds onto you so that you don't fall. you pull her closer, wrapping your arms around her waist with your face against her shoulder; suddenly feeling very tired.

"it's not gross, it's true," jessie laughs at your clinginess. drunk you weren't as messy as she thought, it's actually a really cute sight. "let's get you home," the canadian decides against going back through the party. not wanting to deal with having to push her way through a bunch of drunken people and a house that smells of a combination of sweat, alcohol, and cologne & perfume. she pulls you towards the front of the house by going through the small path that goes from the backyard to the front. quick to hold you by the waist with one of her arms, using her free hand to text hallie to come out so you all could go.

in the back of your mind is gabriela. you are sure she is somewhere in the house drunk making out with some girl, not even thinking about you. leaving without saying anything felt wrong but you just remind yourself to text her in the morning. even though you will probably be fighting off a bad hangover.

it takes ten minutes that felt like pure seconds in your drunken haze for hallie to come out. when you see her, you stumble out of jessie's arms and into hallie's. the blonde is a close friend to jessie since they both play for the ucla soccer team, so obviously you are quite close to her as well. it's only natural when jessie and you are that attached.

"hii halls," you giggle as hallie catches you. she giggles right alongside you, pulling you towards the car. jessie is following close behind. "i'm a cough medicine now?" the tall girl gives you a funny look that makes you giggle again. the alcohol was really starting to get to your brain. you don't reply, just smiling at her. once jessie reaches the car she opens the backseat for hallie to lead you into. after that's done, instead of sitting in the passenger seat like she had on the way here, the canadian sits in the backseat with you. claiming she had to make sure you didn't puke all over hallie's seats which wasn't entirely a lie. puking all over the blonde's white seats wouldn't have been a pretty sight, but also jessie just wanted to stay close to you. especially with you being so vulnerable. she has hardly seen you drunk before; only once or twice when jessie would bring beer for you two to try into the dorm.

"this tastes like piss," you would say after the first sips. coughing in a dramatic way to prove your point. then of course like always, jessie would find a way to tease you and say, "how do you know what piss tastes like?" then you two would burst out laughing. pouring the beer down the drain in the bathroom before going out and getting slushies.

jessie is taken out of her reminiscing by you slamming into her side. wrapping your arms around her waist and leaning your head against her shoulder.

"why don't you have a seatbelt on..?" jessie frowns, her eyes glancing down at your waist. you don't answer her. just letting out a soft sigh. the soccer player chuckles before snapping you into the middle seatbelt. the short dress you have put on has been riding up since earlier, but jessie somehow didn't notice. she pulls it down as much as she can; ever a gentle-woman.

the ride isn't long, with jessie and hallie talking quietly so you wouldn't wake up. even though jessie doubts you would awake at anything. she won't tell you, but you did snore a bit. just quiet, light ones. nothing crazy. she'll eventually tease you about later when you don't even expect it, but for now she'll leave you alone.

getting you from the car to the dorm once you three arrived on campus wasn't hard. you were half asleep, so you just let jessie and hallie drag you along; from hallie's parking spot to the dorm building then up the stairs and finally into jessie and yours actual dorm. hallie gently sits you down on jessie's bed before sighing, "that's enough chasing after drunk women for one night. good night."

"good night. hopefully you don't fail your exam in the morning," jessie says, it's more of a tease, as the blonde leaves out of the room. hallie lets out a sarcastic laugh before shaking her head, "whatever. don't let your girl throw up all over your sheets."

the implication of you being her girl, jessie's girl makes the freckled girl blush slightly. shutting the door behind hallie so that the blonde wouldn't tease her about the sight of her slightly redden cheeks. the taller soccer player would tease her about it anyways, knowing how her friend already is, but nevertheless.

jessie turns to focus her attention on you. she walks over to her bed where you're snuggling with her pillow. she lets out a small chuckle at the sight. were you always this cute? jessie decides in her mind that yeah you always been this cute. she just never wanted to admit it.

"y/n.. get up, so you can change," she mumbles softly. leaning in close to look at your sleeping face. the word babe almost slips out of her mouth, but she doesn't know if it's the right time. she's been wanting to call you that for a while now, jessie didn't really get why the urge was so strong but it was, and it has slipped out a few times, but you always just accepted it. teasing her by calling her some overly sweet petname back. you didn't notice the light blush on her cheeks back then or maybe you did and never said anything.

your eyes open but slowly you close them back, shifting so you can get more comfortable. jessie smiles but don't let you go back to sleep so easily. pulling you up until you're sitting up. a pout sits on your lips, "jess.. no.. i'll sleep in this."

"you won't be comfortable and will complain in the morning," she says. you would smile at how she knows you so well, but the sleepiness is really getting to you. "help me..?" you ask softly. the canadian doesn't even flinch at your request; she would always help out alongside your mom whenever you were sick, so she helped you change a few times before. she moves away from you to go over to the dresser, grabbing out one of her t-shirts. coming back over to you.

you're laying down again. jessie just pulls you up again and talks enough that you are now half asleep. sluggishly moving so she can help you take off your heels then your dress and finally slip the t-shirt over your head so that you can put your arms through the arm holes. now you can comfortably lay back down, snuggling up to jessie's pillow again. however you whine at the fact it doesn't have any warmth or a pulse.

"jess... where are you?" the words come out of your mouth. jessie stays silent for a moment, too busy changing after you laid down.

"just making sure you don't wake up with a horrible hangover tomorrow." she finishes with changing quickly. wearing one of your tank tops, having slipped off her pants to leave only her boxers. she grabs a waterbottle off of the dress before coming back over to the bed for you. it's room temperature but it's not like she's going to leave out of the dorm to get you a cold water. it's obvious you want her near you and obviously she's going to listen to you. again she pulls you up, holding you up with her free hand as she sits on the bed. shifting so that your back is resting against her chest. you whine, leaning into her.

"drink something. i bet you only drunk alcohol," she says. opening the bottle before handing it to you.

"not true. i'm a responsible eighteen year old," you say. she chuckles, just nodding even though she doesn't really believe that you weren't just drinking alcohol all night. despite your words you still drink the water. almost dropping it out of tiredness, but jessie keeps your hand steady by holding onto your wrist. once you're done she takes the water from you, puts on the cap, and sets it aside on the window still next to her bed.

when you realize the water is out of your hand you try to lay back down in a quite awkward position as your waist lays on one of jessie's legs. she smiles at your cuteness, deciding to help you out as she moves around slightly so that your back is meeting her front again but this time you two are laying down. her arms hug your waist. the feeling must be comforting because you let out a soft hum of content. then just like that you drift off to sleep.

meanwhile jessie is laying there with her face against the back of your head, thinking.

thinking about what happened out there on that patio earlier. how you confessed, or is more like admitted since everyone else knew all along, your feelings for you. how she confessed her feelings for you. this wasn't nothing new, for jessie, at least.

jessie realized her feelings earlier than you did. around the time you told her that you got accepted into ucla. the fact you would choose the same college as her and upend your entire life to go to a country you have never lived in for jessie (mostly) touched her heart. you have given up soccer, so you weren't going to further your career. you never showed much interest or really any at all in heading to america before jessie said she chose ucla. it was for her.

of course, jessie is not someone who is ego centric. your choice to come to america wasn't entirely for her, but she's sure she played a big part. is it wrong to think this? the soccer player doesn't dwell on whether her thinking is right or wrong, as she slowly drifts off to sleep right alongside your already deep in sleep figure.

an entire week passes before you two talk about what happened. it wasn't like you guys were ignoring it, but life got in the way. your schedule was packed with classes and jessie was splitting her time between classes & the gym so she could stay in shape. you would always come home, exhausted, to an already changed jessie snacking on a huge bag of chips and she would always invite you to join her. with you two falling asleep right after whatever show jessie is watching is over, sometimes before.

it's sunday afternoon when jessie asks you about it. you're in the bathroom, trying to do your hair so you can go out and get some ice cream. she comes up behind you, wrapping her arms around your waist. making sure to not put too much weight on your back so that you can continue to do your hair comfortably.

"so.." her hand plays with the bottom of your shirt, "you said you love me. that you're in love with me."

your movements stop for a moment as you meet her eyes through the mirror. then you continue, allowing her to speak on.

"do you want to go on our first date as girlfriends?" jessie asks. hearing the word girlfriend leave her mouth makes you smile. oh yeah, you two technically are dating now. you didn't think about that part when you confessed. "you didn't even say the can i be your girlfriend part though," you tease.

that makes jessie chuckle. she pulls your hands away from your hair to turn you. now she is pressing you against the counter, her front touching yours. you smile, your eyes tracing the freckles scattered across her face.

"look me in my eyes," the soccer player uses her hand to hold onto your chin in a gentle grip. you don't want to look away once you two's eyes meet. you would drown in that gorgeous brown of her iris if you could. "i'm looking," you whisper out into the small space between you two.

"can i be your girlfriend?" she asks, leaning in close so that her lips almost meet yours. almost.

and you giggle. you fucking giggle right against her lips. mostly because your heart feels like it's going to burst and also because you can never take jessie too seriously. she is still your bestfriend at the end of the day after all. now she's also your girlfriend. the feeling of you laughing against her lips makes jessie giggles too. then your laugh is muffled as she closes that small gap and kisses you.

the kiss isn't really sudden, but you giggle even more. smiling so hard into the kiss, your hands scramble to grip onto her shirt. her hands are cupping your face.

and she's pressing and pressing against you and her lips are so soft against yours and she tastes like that stupid strawberry gum she was chewing earlier and she's so warm, so fucking warm you feel like you are burning and you never want this to end to end and dear god.

why haven't you done this before?

you are the first to pull away if you can even call it that when your body feels like it's about to become apart of the sink. your tongue peeks out to lick your lips. you can still taste jessie on your tongue.

the canadian is obviously waiting for some words from you as she just stares at you, panting slightly from all that oxygen is lost while eating your face.

you giggle, leaning in close to peck the tip of her nose.

"yes, you can be my girlfriend. can i be your girlfriend?"

"you can be whatever the fuck you want to me," jessie says. she doesn't add that you can do whatever you want to me too part, but you can feel it's there. you know it's there; because you know jessie like the back of your hand, like the air you breathe, like the studies you spend countless hours on. you know jessie like she's apart of your soul.

she is apart of your soul.

jessie moves away from you to leave out of the bathroom much to your dismay. a pout sits on your lips as you watch her, but you don't chase after her. turning to go back to doing your hair. she comes back into the room after a few minutes, changed into some cargo shorts and a compression shirt that definitely not hers but you don't say anything. your eyes lingering on the way the shirt hugs her body longer than they should.

"so back to that date. let's go right now?" she leans against the doorframe. "right now? i'm not even dressed," you say. of course it's bluff you are going to say yes anyway.

"yeah, yeah. hurry so we can go," jessie smiles at you. it's warm and adorable and you hate yourself for giggling at the cuteness of it. actually, scratch that. you don't hate yourself for that, why wouldn't you find it absolutely adorable?

it takes a little while but you get ready eventually and you two head off to get some ice cream. walking around a park near the ucla campus, just talking and playing around on the swings like the children you really are.

then you two went to a vietnamese restaurant. one you been wanting to go to, but again college was taking up most of your time. the pho was delicious and so was the duck soup, that was jessie's favorite actually. you two filled up on that flavorful food before slowly making your way to the beach.

the sun is setting and you're sure the beach is most likely closed, but you don't really care.

"wanna go for a swim?" jessie asks you as she starts to take off her shorts. you laugh at how quick she is to take them off. "skinny dipping?"

the freckled girl looks at you with a blank look. "no, what. someone could see us," she says. you already know jessie is pretty shy and would definitely not like someone else other than you or her family seeing her with a lack of clothing. she continues to slip off her clothes, leaving her in just her nike pros and sports bra.

you follow suit, it is hot in california after all. taking off your shirt but leaving on your shorts. jessie gives you a questioning look.

"what? i don't have on any boxers or whatever like you do. i would look like i'm running around the beach with no clothes on really," you shrug off her confusion. grabbing onto her hand before running and dragging her along with you to the ocean. she laughs loudly and yelps when the waves first hit her legs.

"why is it cold? this is la!" jessie shouts even though she doesn't need to. there is no one else around and the waves aren't that loud.

"i don't know, but guess what?"

"what..?"

the small smirk on your face makes jessie want to back away from you and run because she can already tell you're about to do something extremely mischievous but she isn't able to when you pull her down with you into the room.

she lets out a really loud shout of surprise before the sound is gone as her body goes under water. you two look at each other underwater, smiling. this scene feels nostalgic. reminds you of those summers when your parents and her parents would go camp by the lake, squished between right after the summer soccer season ended and before school started. you didn't realize how little time that was back then, it felt like forever, but now you do.

the moment elysse was put down for her nap or was too tired to swim, jessie and you would run off a little bit along the lake shore. she would dare you to jump in first, but of course you would refuse, not wanting to go alone so you two would hold hands and jump in together.

back to right now, jessie and you play around in the water for a long while. even though it was pretty cold, as cold as it can be in la.

then you two are laying on the beach and her hand is touching yours and you swear the sand is sticking to your skin and you are freezing but still a smile sits on your face because somehow jessie is still warm. she's always warm.

"i think you're so gorgeous," jessie whispers out into the comfortable silence between you two. you turn your body to look at her fully, she's smiling.

you about to speak but she cuts you off by saying, "wait. i don't think, i know you are so gorgeous. i think you are pretty like the moon with the personality of the sun and if i wasn't already in love with you, i would have fallen in love right now at this moment."

and you don't know what to say to that. curse jessie for being so good with her words; but one thing you do know is how to show your appreciation and so you kiss her. your hands trailing on her half dry half wet body. the mix of the warmth of her skin and the coolness of the sand feels so good under your touch.

you curse the human body for needing to breathe when jessie pulls away.

"i think you're so gorgeous too," you whisper to her and you think you just might marry jessie as she gives you one of those shy grins of hers.

jessie graduates a year before you do. when she walked across the stage, you were probably the loudest in the room alongside her family and yours. the embarrassed blush on her cheeks makes her mother tease endlessly as you all head to dinner to celebrate the end of her college soccer career and just college in general.

"look at you, all grown up," your mother says to jessie outside of the restaurant after you all have eaten. she pecks the freckled face of the canadian, talking more and more about how she watched jessie grow up to be a beautiful young woman. jessie blushes throughout most of it and you fight the urge to tell your mom to stop being so embarrassing, but you let her have this.

after a long conversation with jessie's parents, you and jessie go to get in your car. you wave at your mother as jessie drives off. you're certain the two pairs of parents will be having a great time in la while jessie and you go back to you guys dorm. well, it's more of your dorm now.

"maybe i can go fishing with your dad one of these days, like this summer?" jessie says, giving you a glance. you give her a confused look before giggling, "why would you go fishing?"

"because your dad was talking about it and seemed so interested." she returns your confused look. why were you laughing?

"my dad is 'interested' in a thousand things. you know how indecisive he is."

"ohh. so just like his daughter?"

"jessie!"

the next two days were spent finishing up jessie's packing. she have opted out of the nwsl draft after getting having chelsea knocking at her door and you get it. the thought of long distance this early in your relationship feels like the key to trouble, but you already know you two will be alright. when jessie moved to vancouver in highschool you were devastated, but you lived on and still were so close to her. you can definitely survive this.

"hopefully your little superstar rookie soccer stuff doesn't get in the way of you coming to my graduation next year," you say, taping up the last box filled with jessie's things. she rolls her eyes at you being so over dramatic.

she smiles, coming over to you, "i swear it won't. i'll make the trip."

"promise? if you don't pinky promise then i don't trust it." you hold out your pinky finger. she links hers with yours, shaking your linked fingers for good measure.

she uses that connection to pull you into a hug. then she pecks your lips; once, twice, another, and another. "i would kiss you for how many days we will be apart but we would be here forever," she says.

"hm, when i come over to england then you can give me all the kisses you want," you say back. giving her another peck before pulling away from her to go sit on her now bare mattress. so memories here in this room now just stuffed into a box and ready to be shipped miles away.

jessie follows you, laying beside you. she cuddles up to her but stays silent and you do too. so you two just lay there in comfortable silence. counting down the minutes until you have to drop jessie off at the airport.

and when that time comes, you almost want to cry but you don't. you save that for later when jessie is already on the plane, flying away to her new life that you will join soon. just one more year and you'll be there in england with her. it isn't so bad to spend a year apart; at least that's what you try to tell yourself. jessie was pretty distracting with her cute smile and soothing voice and soft hair and stupidly annoying jokes. is that really a pro of this long distance situation? doesn't seem like it.

you spend the next year working hard on your studies, so you can graduate on time. jessie and you don't get to see each other as much as you want to with her being so busy and you being so busy, but it's okay because you two sit on facetime for half of the day anyways. even with the time difference.

the day she comes back to ucla for your graduation, alongside your parents and hers, you nearly cry. no, you do cry,

because your family is there and jessie's family is there and jessie is there and you feel so surrounded with love that you think you might suffocate. jessie kisses you at the end of the night after showing you the video of her shouting for you as you walked across the stage. "you know i'm proud of you, right?" she whispered against your lips as she held you. "i know," you whispered back. you could see in the way her eyes shined as she stared at you. you could see in how she held you so gently. you could see with how she spoke about you.

yeah, you know jessie is proud of you.

the first time you come to a chelsea game wearing her jersey and screaming her name as she played the best ninety minutes that jessie swears she ever played in her entire life, she becomes certain on one thing;

jessie is going to marry you.

author notes: and that's the end of this series 💔💔 the ending is a little rushed but i love so i hope you guys love it too! i'm going to be writing and posting a lot since summer is close so like keep your eye out for my work. ty for all the support like fr 💗

#jessie fleming x reader #jessie fleming #woso x reader #woso fluff #woso fanfics

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ruershrimo · 2 days

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down bad fr | f.megumi x reader

@takumifujiwarastan remember how a while back you said here that it sucked how there weren't enough introverted girls, reserved girls etc. SO I did try writing this please enjoy their (gn reader woooo) emotional constipation even though the reticence of their personality isn't really highlighted eurgh

having a crush on megumi is so fucking stupid. it’s driving you insane.

you can’t even talk to him. everything he does, everything he says— your heart leaps like a rabbit he casts, and your emotions soar into a terrifyingly messy mishmash of confusion and yearning and infatuation, and then everything in between.

you feel helpless, vulnerable like this— rendered out of control of your feelings after years of emotional constipation and a harsh strictness on yourself to rein them in like a rowdy horse being whipped during derby matches. you’re a climber, you’re hanging precariously from a cliff with every interaction, a child standing before a blueprint with nothing but toy blocks and a kiddie hammer, a roomba with its sensors malfunctioning— you get the point. those were enough metaphors to delineate your predicament.

well, he doesn’t even like you anyway, right?

but you want him so badly.

you just want to hammer it into his thick skull. to just go, ‘hey, I like you even if you may not like me! just go out with me anyway!’

yet with each interaction you struggle even more. because how the hell do you confess to fushiguro megumi, much less go out with him and become his partner?

for years romance had remained nothing but a velleity, a nice fantasy you could slip into when your mind demanded respite in the form of escapism and jejune daydreams. but now that your adoration for him has made it all somewhat possible, you don’t know what to do— your control is being tended away from you, and the worst part is that you don’t even mind it that much.

spiky black hair and eyelashes of silk pass you by, his scent as clean as freshly laundered sheets in hotels. at the start you had thought little about him beyond him being your classmate and eventually just your confidante. yet gradually, you surprised yourself. and everything about him is attractive nowadays: his hair, his pearlescent teeth, the viridian hue of his eyes— hell, he made even the way he drank coffee look like a model of a man in an antediluvian monochrome film of the sixties. and it was so normal, so average, that you were about to slap yourself for the fact that an everyday trait of his had become something so lovely to look at just because it was him. megumi would hold the cup securely by his lithe fingers, the same one he spouted cursed energy from when summoning his shikigami, before lifting the cup up and bringing the brim to his mouth, his lips that never chapped.

nobara asks whether he’s drinking black coffee to look cool around and attract people. needless to say, at least you were attracted.

you hoped he didn’t see the way your face must have blanked out, gaze transfixed on his eyes as he took swigs from his mug.

why’d he have to be like that?!

megumi continued looking at ozawa, the girl who had a crush on itadori— she was just like you for real, but with double the courage and half the emotional constipation.

you hoped it would work out for her. that way, perhaps you could muster the strength and bravery to do the same, too.

you take another look at him. he’s really pretty. had you kicking your feet in the air and all and then screaming in horror because of it, had you wrapped around his finger without even knowing.

with the help of kugisaki and megumi, ozawa and itadori, the two of them are cajoled to go around tokyo together. it’s the best ‘date’ that the two of them can help the other two have, especially since itadori is dense as rocks (megumi’s probably worse based on your experiences, then) and ozawa is as shy as a touch-me-not flower.

“oh, and [name],” megumi starts while nobara strolls ahead, all set to begin a new shopping spree.

“ah— uh, yeah?” you stammer.

“do you like me? romantically, I mean…” he scratches the back of his neck.

what the fuck. is this seriously happening? right now?

“huh? what? I—”

“no, it’s just that— seeing ozawa made me think. I guess I never considered it an option, but I suppose I have had… feelings for you for a pretty long time…”

“woah. ah, sorry, I meant— sorry, I’m just very surprised…” you scramble, your hands gesticulating all kinds of things in an exaggerated way of taking it back because yes you like him, you like him a lot— “I mean, I do like you! it’s just, fuck— uh, what do I say— I’m really scared. I thought you didn’t reciprocate at all.”

“I could tell. but I…” he hesitates, “I overthought everything,” then with a frown, he goes, “gojo would have teased me if he was here.”

“well, I– uh. we’re lucky he isn’t, I guess?” you pause, “...so what do we do now? are we a thing? are we dating? wait, am I going too fast? I, oh my goodness, I—”

“would you like to?” he asks. your knees are about to buckle with every second he keeps his eyes on yours.

“I…— well, I would.”

“then it’s settled. can I— can I hold your hand, please?”

“...okay.”

with trepidation in your hands and your heart pounding in your chest, you inch your hands closer, saline sweat on them as if you’d dipped it into the sea. he keeps his gaze on yours— they’re as unsure as you are, his cheeks a slight scarlet, his eyes swirling with nervousness but a sliver of anticipation, of joy and relief. so he feels exactly the same as you do, then.

his fingers find yours after a while, tracing along the lines of your palm like a blind man touching something for the first time. you want to learn to love and to memorise each nook and cranny of him starting with his palm, and for once emotional vulnerability is not that bad.

kugisaki’s in for a shock as soon as she turns around. first it was itadori potentially having a partner before she does, and now megumi?

imagine writing this because of being delulu abt an irl crush (i should be studying for my exams.) haha couldn't be me right (i'm so cooked)

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norrisleclercf1 · 20 hours

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Since you want Carlos requests, what about Carlos showing up at your place of work to pick you up at the end of your shift? Dressed in that cream coloured hoodie (or any hoodie, really) and jeans while driving his custom Ferrari 🫠 And like you're so surprised that he's here because you thought he wouldn't get back until much later that night, and just fling yourself in his arms when you see him 🥺

A/N: It's short and sweet hope that's okay baby

It was a horrible day, a day that you wanted to do nothing more than to forget it's even happened. First you had a clumsy intern spill coffee all over you, then a meeting was cancelled with a big client, then another client pulled out of a huge deal and your boss made it your fault.

Carlos wasn't going to be home for a while, all the way in Miami and the time zone difference was a killer. You wanted to be there, to cheer on Carlos and Lando who finally got that first win. Who only answered your congratulations with a shit ton of emojis. You had texted Carlos, asking when he'd be home and got no reply, probably busy partying.

That didn't bother you, Carlos deserved to have fun with one of his best friends. But, was it selfish of you to want to have your boyfriend welcome you home. Sighing, you open your eyes as the elevator dings, stepping off you rummage through your bag stepping out into the cool air you stop trying to find your keys to your apartment.

It wasn't a long walk to your place, groaning you pull out your keys and look up. Blinking softly you take in the sight of Carlos leaning against his Ferrari. There he was. Wearing that soft cream hoodie of his, with faded loose jeans and some tennis shoes. His hair was covered by a black hat, was his gorgeous hair, clearly messy from running his hands through it.

"Hey," He waves, pushing himself off the car smiling gently. His skin glowing in the setting sun, making tears form in your eyes. "Hi," Moving, Carlos opens his arms and you pick up your pace and fling yourself into his arms, smiling he holds you close as you sigh enjoying the way his arms wrap around you. "Welcome home,"

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i know it’s all just joaks but idk why sooo many ppl depict laios as a messy eater in fanart like man we see him eat all the time 😭 he’s a very clean cut, organized person who was raised by strict parents and he’s truly SHOCKED at how izutsumi eats….

like ok it’s just joaks. i know. but sometimes it feels like the result of ppl thinking his unawareness of verbal/nonverbal social cues extend to every part of his behavior which isn’t true at all…90% of his faux pas are from over excitement and/or being too literal. he can be very calculating & when you look at his body language in calmer moments he really does try to be unobtrusive.

i’m going way off topic here but it’s my blog so like. i think he is quite aware of how people generally see him, considering his childhood and teen years & he talks about how alienated he feels (it’s like, a major theme in the climax of the story lol.) and i think rules like cleanliness and rote manners are clear scripts for him to follow. in post canon i don’t think he’s this lost cause mess either that people make him out to be even for jooooookes i know i KNOW. but his ability to strategize and apply knowledge is genuinely amazing, he’s soooo intelligent and yeah he will probably Fuck Up Bad bc of not picking up on the court intrigue hyper contextual social signals but he has so much help with that.

idk i just don’t see this oafishness people exaggerate and portray him with (again, for jokes, i get it.)

#this is so all over the place but i gotta go make dinner #not to mention in the context of shipping like…..kabru is canonically the one w crumbs in his bed but that’s from bonus content lol……#dungeon meshi #dungeon meshi spoilers #dungeon meshi manga spoilers #laios touden

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lestappen fic recs: an (ongoing) masterlist

here it finally is! because i promised!! a hopefully ongoing collection of my favorite lestappen fics, all on ao3.

LONG FICS (over 35k words)

Long Live (The Walls We Crashed Through) by Fabby | Explicit | 80.7k words

“What are you doing?” Charles asked, his voice cracking. Max blinked at him once before he smirked and said, “Well... I was going to kiss you.” “Why?” “Because I want to.” “Why?” Charles repeated, feeling like his legs were going to give out. “Is that not a good enough reason?” Max asked. OR: The childhood best friends to lovers fairy-tale-soulmates fic that nobody asked for. Charles has been in love with Max since he was seven years old.

I'm sure this one can go without saying since you all have probably read it, but it's a classic, and I'm including it on pure principle. This fic has it all.

2. Yours by loquarocoeur | Explicit | 53.9k words

Charles looks much too satisfied as Max leans back against the door, one eyebrow tugging up as he asks, “Do you want to fight?” “Of course I want to fight.” Charles only looks slightly amused. “Then fight.” "Stop fucking telling me what to do!" Max yells. Charles cocks his head. "What, because it turns you on?" Alternatively: Max doesn't want to like Charles, but Charles makes that really fucking difficult sometimes

To Bottom Max enjoyers, this will become your Bible if you haven't read it already. To tentative Max Bottom explorers, you will love this fic even if you never read Bottom Max again. But it might change your brain chemistry, so be careful.

3. half of a heaven by weiwuxian | Explicit | 38.9k words

“Good evening. I’m Charles,” he offers his hand, which Max takes and for a second, Charles thinks he’s going to kiss the back of it. Some muscle spasms in the tight grip, rough velvet against soft skin. When Charles gets his hand back, it feels like he lost a finger or two in the fight. “What’s your poison, Charles?” Max asks, settling on the barstool like it’s not designed to be the most uncomfortable chair in the world. “Cyanide, usually. I’ll settle for a gin tonic for now.” or: Charles is a supermodel that has learned everything he needs to make his world turn. Now, he has no idea what Max Verstappen wants from him.

charles' black cat energy is strong in this fic. and man's laden with issues. he's an eccentric supermodel and max is an f1 driver and big ol' simp. once again they're dumb, but they're lestappen, come on. fork found in kitchen.

4. give me that fire by Lady_Something | Explicit | 39.8k words

“Can you work with him?” Max has to take two drags of his cigarette before he can answer, and even then all he says is, “He knew I was the head chef, didn’t he.” Charles has to have known. Even if the news hadn’t reached him that Max had taken over as the head chef of Taureau Rouge, he would not have travelled all the way from Paris to London for an interview at a restaurant without knowing who he’d be working under. Still, Charles was the one who broke up with him. Max has to know, for sure. “He knows,” Christian confirms softly. “He outright laughed at me when I called and asked him to come work at one of my restaurants. It was only after I said it was Taureau Rouge, working with you, that he agreed to come.” Fuck. Fuck. Max could’ve gone his whole life without knowing that. He probably fucking should have, because how is he supposed to be normal about it? // Max and Charles have history, but it doesn't stop Charles from coming to work as Max's new sous chef. It does mean that everything changes for them both in the space of a single week.

Chef aus seem to be a trend in the f1 ficdom and I eat that shit up every time. This fic is no exception. Anyways they're so messy and flawed, it's beautiful

5. unwritten by NovaCloud | Teen and Up | 37.6k words

Reach for your dreams. Charles is trying, but it’s fucking hard. Falling in love with Max wasn’t part of his plans. Running away is easier, at least that way he won’t get hurt. Right? - Letting out a breathy laugh Charles shakes his head. He puts down the little shot glass and turns to Max, staring at him. “You spent my yearly pay check on me?" “I spent it on charity,” Max corrects him with a slight smirk as he casually leans against the bar. Charles wants to kiss it off his face. “I’m very concerned with wildlife conservation.” Charles snorts. “It’s for biodiversity.” “And that too, of course.” "You're insane, you know that?"

As someone in journalism I had to suspend my disbelief at some parts but that's honestly part of the charm tbh. Just silly, dramatic, fun, and cute. Plus billionaire Max is... yeah.

MEDIUM FICS (15k - 35k words)

straight lines (that unwind you) by 140445 | Explicit | 16.3k words

“Do you know him?” Arthur asks. “No,” Charles decides. Because he does not. He knows Max is a mathematics major, and that he plays chess. And that he hits the gym. And what he looks like when he comes. Details.

The tag "meet-cute but it's a meet-disaster" is used, which is accurate. A good mix of comedy but also heart-wrenching... sweetness? romance? they're both extremely stupid and extremely lestappen and it's just amazing. and great smut ofc.

2. home (is wherever I'm with you) by actparci | Not Rated | 17.9k

On the drive back to the hotel Max had turned to him, blue eyes fierce and piercing. “Promise me you won’t stop being angry. You’re angry because you know what you can do. Use it, control it, let it fuel you. Other people won’t understand but that doesn’t matter, you know what you’re capable of.” You and me, he’d seemed to say, we’re the same. Charles wonders now how he ever thought Max wouldn’t understand. Or: Charles leaves Ferrari, tries to win a championship, and learns some things about belonging. All the while, Max is there.

Another one you've all probably read. If I were to describe this fic in one word, it's "cathartic". Who needs therapy when you have Charles Fix It Fics???

3. kitty conundrum by linearity | Explicit | 18k words

Charles shows up to Monaco with kitty ears and a tail. Max is totally normal about it.

spoiler alert: he's not normal about it. thanks to some magical realism you get this almost-omegaverse-but-not-quite fic, and lestappen are just two horny idiots.

4. friday night; i'm in love by autumnapricot | General Audiences | 21k words

Charles hates Max. Well, not really—hate is probably far too big of a word for it. Max annoys Charles. Well, not really either, because Max doesn’t, like, do anything purposely to annoy Charles or goes out of his way or acts with ill intention, or whatever. At least he pretends like he doesn’t, so. Charles is annoyed by Max. Yes, that’s more like it. [Or—Max and Charles work together in an office, eight hours a day, five times a week. Strangely enough, it’s friday nights that bring them closer.]

They're so silly and sweet in this fic and I was endlessly endeared reading it. I'm a bitch for an office au, especially when it involves a ridiculous one-sided rivals to lovers.

5. even the sun sets in paradise by PrincessElectra | Teen and Up | 27.7k words

If he had to name the place where the story of Max and Charles began, if there was a moment that divided them into Before and After, there would be a few candidates. But there was only one correct answer. He would never forget the name. The place is called Val d’Argenton. Stories are still being written there. Charles likes to tell the story of the incident - turn by turn, infused with poetic drama, detailing every single emotion: frustration, anger, pure spite. Every time he tells it, his smile grows along with the laughter in his eyes, even as his words recount a tale of opposing emotions. “I never want to go back to Val d’Argenton,” Charles once confessed. “We’ll never go back there,” he promised, and Charles knew what he meant.

This fic is... everything <3 The hurt/comfort is just done so well; it gives meaning to the phrase "in sickness and in health." Their love is just written so beautifully.

SHORT FICS (under 15k words)

Cheating at Bingo and Other Christmas Traditions by WanderingBlindly | General Audiences | 12.4k words

"You know, there’s a very nice, very handsome young man in my neighborhood –” She starts back up, flagging down their waiter for another glass of wine. “Absolutely not,” He cuts her off with a dismissive wave of the hand. “Next topic.” “So you’re too good for him, is that it?” She sounds defensive, but her tone still has a mocking edge to it – emphasized by the quirk of her brows. Hardly holding back a groan, Charles tries to think of a way out of this. She’s like a cat, batting at him until he gives up, rolls over, and plays dead. “That’s not – I’m just busy, and it’s –” Or: Hallmark style fluff featuring an irritated Charles, a well-meaning Max, and the grandma that just wants them to kiss

Short and sweet, just pure fluff and Christmas joy. If you just want to read something nice and also pretend like it's Christmas in July, then this is the fic for you.

2. Clothes by Anonymous | Mature | 2.6k words

5 times Charles steals Max's clothes and the 1 time Max rips his clothes off of him.

cute domestic lestappen. they're adorable. that's all <3

3. Saturdays by NerdHerder12 | Teen and Up | 3.1k words

On Saturdays, Max visits Charles.

Proceed with caution. I feel physically ill after reading this fic and I really only read it when I want to hurt my own feelings. But it's so good.

4. And That's How I Foksmashed Dad's Championship Trophy by PrincessElectra | Teen and Up | 6.5k words

All of that would have been forgivable if not for the Green-Eyed Monster’s complete disregard for the pre-contracted occupation rights of Max’s lap. Such rights had long been pre-determined and belonged to Sassy (and occasionally to Jimmy, she admitted begrudgingly). However, no amount of quiet hisses and vicious glares seemed to penetrate the creature’s thick skull, and he would greedily occupy Max’s thigh for more than 95% of any given afternoon. Sometimes with his head, sometimes with his feet, and a few times he even straddled his entire body over Max; the latter could not have been comfortable for Max, as the Green-Eyed Monster was enormously overweight compared to Sassy. (Jimmy had insisted that it was not nice to shame another living creature about their weight, but she was not wrong. With her compact size and considerably more reasonable mass, Sassy was confident that she was much more comfortable for Max to have on his lap than that horrendously oversized creature.)

Another hit by PrincessElectra. The beauty of this fic is how hilarious but also fluffy it manages to be. Sassy needs to narrate all future lestappen fics, I don't make the rules

#lestappen #lestappen fanfic #illusories fic recs

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Day of Sloth - Belphegor

~NSFW Alphabet ~

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Warning: NSFW content ahead (Whole bunch of this and that)

A = Aftercare (What are they like after sex?)

⭐️ He’s very sleepy afterwards, uses most of energy just staying up or at the very least teaching you a lesson if you doubt his skills. It’s normal for Belphie to just take a quick breather and short nap before he can do anything. More than no aftercare it’s just a little delayed, unless it was particularly rough or taxing. His aftercare is making sure you’re comfortable, comfort and rest is tantamount. He will look after you with soft affections, affirmations and loving whispers that ground you back in the present after he fucked you into oblivion. Belphie is very aware about how his size takes a toll on your body (Honestly was your surprise the first time because you weren’t expecting it) and he kisses all the bruises he leaves from grabbing you too hard when he’s really into it.

B = Body part (Their favourite body part of theirs and also their partners.)

⭐️ Like isn’t really something he can put to his own body but if he had to choose something, he’d probably choose his tail. It’s neat, he likes how it can be honest for him when Belphie is unable to. How it serves to seek you out, and how you love it when it wraps around you. Sometimes protectively but more to keep you from running away while he’s drilling himself in deeper, forcing the cock you love so much deeper and harder than before. He gets more feral with every thrust listening to your moans or how you think stealthily crawling away from him would go unnoticed. As for you, that question is difficult- he loves ALL of you however if there's one place that just takes the cake for him- it’s your thighs. Why? They’re multipurpose. He watches his fingers sink into the soft flesh while he keeps you nice and spread for him, or how good they feel when he’s grabbing them tight to keep you in place, how plush they feel when they’re trapping his head between your legs. Best of all- he can take the most amazing nap on them afterwards.

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

⭐️ Given his sloth disposition he actually finds it messy and effort to pull out just to cum on you so he’s all for cumming inside- whether it’s your mouth or otherwise. He doesn’t want his cum to go to waste either, he, out of all the brothers was the last one you really expected to have a low key breeding kink but here we are. He’s polite enough to mind what he eats for when he’s anticipating making you swallow, trying to give you something that doesn’t taste all that bad. He’d know- he’s tasted himself on your lips after you finished sucking him off. The thing that caught you off guard the first time Belphie decided to cum inside was the sheer amount- you didn’t think it could make you feel any fuller than you were already feeling stuffed with his whole cock that he insistently thrust into you even after you begged him to slow down and give you a break, but he wanted to cum and ignored your pleas for a break, you could hold on for one more surely.

D = Dirty Secret (Pretty self explanatory, a dirty secret of theirs.)

⭐️ Belphie had hinted at something, albeit playfully. Maybe that’s why you didn’t take him seriously. He gave you permission, approval- telling you that even if he’s sleeping you could take what you needed from him. Had by some chance you woken up in the middle of the night, feeling that demanding ache between your legs he wanted nothing more than to be used by you. The idea of it was just so hot to Belphie the mere idea of it made him hard just with mere mention. Belphie kept waiting and waiting, pretending to fall asleep and when that wasn’t enough to push you over the edge of convincing he'd intentionally rile you up only to leave you high and dry. He’d conveniently go to sleep, subtly reminding you that it’s okay. To his disappointment you didn’t seem to do that. After days of Belphie’s routine of working you up and letting you down, you snapped. Belphie did give you permission so it wouldn’t be bad would it? After he fell “asleep”, you listened to his breathing to make sure he really was asleep when you straddled him, it took everything in Belphie not to moan. He could feel the way you moved your hips with desperation but control so not to wake him up, how you muffled all your adorable sounds and softly bite your lip while soft little squeaks and whimpers came through. It took everything for him to not thrust up into you and make you into a loud moaning mess. He’d never tell you, but he was never actually asleep but he sure loved how cute you were when you thought he was.

E = Experienced (How experienced are they? Do they know what they're doing?)

⭐️ Well previously he didn’t really have romance or relationships on his list of priorities- at all. He had better things to do, or so he’ll tell you. So sex just wasn’t a concern for him, sure he had the urges, but nothing he couldn't take care of himself . He only really felt desire for another person after meeting you. Something about you churned and stirred unfamiliar feelings and desires in Belphie. He was a virgin - keyword was. Until you came along and changed that, he’s got very little experience. In fact, no one else except you unless you want to count him listening to Asmo’s TMI rambles. He makes up for experience with being an incredibly fast and eager learner, he quickly makes up for it. Had you not known you would have thought Belphie had a decent amount of experience under his belt with the way he expertly handles your body. Much to your irritation that he can so easily toy with your body and bring you to pleasure or frustration. He’s so eager to learn all about your tastes and kinks, all the while finding out about his own at the same time.

F = Favourite Position (This goes without saying.)

⭐️ Cowgirl - Belphie loves this position mostly because it puts him in the perfect position to lay back in the comfort of his pillows and blankets, watching how you ride him, how your body moves and every gasp and moan that tumbles from your open mouth as you lean your head back feeling how he fills you so well. ♡ He loves it, just letting you take control moving however you want, but what he really loves is those little frustrated whines when you need Belphie to make you cum because you couldn’t do it alone. It’s the perfect position when he wants to be a pillow princess- no pun intended.

⭐️ Reverse Cowgirl - For almost the same reasons as cowgirl but this one has a little more charm to it, when Belphie can reach up and entangle his hands in your hair while he pulls you back so your back rests against his chest. He whispers filthy things to you in the sweetest voice while his hand toy with your body while he encourages you to keep being good for him.

⭐️ Side by Side - Perfect position for when he’s feeling a little sleepy, can snuggle you, slipping inside while he buries his face in your neck, pressing inconsistent kisses while he sloppily thrusts inside while holding you nice and close, sometimes he does this while half asleep.

⭐️ Missionary - For the times when Belphie feels like he has the energy to take the reigns, well you already know you won’t be walking the next day. Belphie has no chill, when he gets in the mood to take over it’s so intense that all you can do is hold on for dear life.

G = Goofy (Are they more serious in the moment? Are they humorous? Etc)

⭐️ 6/10 He keeps things light hearted, unintentionally but he does make little silly comments that elicit a chuckle or two from you. He utters compliments between kisses or gives sarcastic quips to something you said. Some of the things he says when he’s sleepy is so funny, it’s unhinged. You’d have to take a moment to regain composure when you’re giggling over something he said. Blephie will pout, making sure he gets his point across when he sinks his teeth into your shoulder and pick up the pace until he’s fucked you out. It gives you whiplash when he goes from silly and funny to suddenly serious, he enjoys it seeing how quickly he can change your mind.

H = Hair (How well groomed are they? Does the carpet match the drapes? Etc)

⭐️ Neatly trimmed and well kept. Little happy trail leading down, same colour as his hair but what surprised you was the singular strip of white it’s completely natural but Belphie gets embarrassed by it even though you tell him it looks cute. He’s admitted quite bashfully that he’s attempted to dye it but it wouldn’t take and just grew back the exact same way.

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

⭐️ He loves the intimacy, the closeness is the best part of it. Even if you’re just having a quickie Belphie makes it feel so intimate. He likes holding you close whether in a gentle or rough way he just needs you close to him, he always grabs you with an undertone of urgency and desperation as if you’d run away from him otherwise. If he’s in his demon form his tail wraps around you affectionately. He loves being close as he fucks into you, or just pleasuring you in general when he shares your warmth, listening to all the little moans, broken words and whimpers that spill from your mouth. It drives him wild when he feels you holding onto him, if you caress or kiss him first he loves it so much. Sometimes he just wants to enjoy the moment and will slow down as if to appreciate everything about you, silently worshiping you as he takes you. He loves giving you lots of kisses and nuzzling into you while he utters little mentions of how much he loves you, appreciating the softness of your touch and care he just lives for it.

J = Jack Off (Masturbation Headcanon)

⭐️ Sometimes Belphie needs a little something before bed just to ensure a deeper sleep (Or so he says, he surprisingly acts shy when you ask him about it) He doesn’t need much, obviously it would feel soooo much better if you were with him but you’re not so he’ll take care of it himself. If he’s able he’d want to hear your voice on call if you’re too far away from him, even if you didn’t know what he was doing on the other side of the call hearing you would make it feel all the more real. He closes his eyes to get comfortable, leaning his head back into the pillows while he thinks about you. It’s your hands sliding down his sides, slipping in the waistband of his pants. He knows it’s not your hands though- his hands aren’t as soft as yours, nor does he have the patience to imitate the way you tease him, forcing him to anticipate your touch while building him up with steady frustration. He runs hand down his cock, he hisses softly and lets out a groan as he pictures you next to him being the one who touches him, whispering all your love and sin in his ears until he finally cums all over his hand. He gets a little annoyed with the mess but he feels better in one way but his craving for you just went up again.

K = Kink (One or more of the kinks)

⭐️ Among the many that Belphie has there’s three worth mentioning as top of the list:

⭐️ Somnophilia - Goes both ways, he likes seeing how sweet you are when you’re all sleepy and needy for him, loves when you do it to him too. With permission of course otherwise Belphie would never have done it. It took a lot for him to discuss doing it with you but you thankfully agreed.

⭐️ Edging - More of a preference for himself, he likes it when you edge him, but he edges himself too. Used to do it unknowingly until you explained it and he got to learn about how to do it better. Prefers to make you cum but sometimes enjoys seeing just how needy and desperate you can get you wanna cum.

⭐️ Endytophilia - Aka being partially clothed/ wearing clothes. Purely because Belphie is too lazy to undress himself, and sometimes he’s really impatient and just wants you right away so clothes are only pushed aside/pulled down enough to get the job done. He’s seen you wearing his clothes and blames that for the development of this kink. He LOVES fucking you while you’re wearing his clothing something about seeing you biting down on the sleeve of his sweater while he pounds into you just makes him go feral.

L = Location (Favourite places to do the do)

⭐️ Favorite location is his bed, although Belphie has two. One in the attic and one in his shared bedroom with Beel. Although the former is the better option since he wouldn’t want to disturb his twin with the ruckus the two of you were going to cause. Belphie is a creature of comfort and prefers his own familiar spaces compared to anywhere else. He feels like he can focus more on you if he’s not worried about someone walking in and the like. He’s not exactly jumping at the idea of public sex but wouldn’t oppose it if it's what you wanted, he’d be more than happy to oblige if you wanted to try for the thrill of it. But at the end of the day he’s just way happier in his own confined space. Although he’s comfortable with the compromise of doing it somewhere in the House of Lamentation, as he considers it a familiar space. It’s risky but it’s just his brothers so if they walk in then oh well. ¯\_(ツ)_/¯

M = Motivation (What turns them on, gets them going?)

⭐️ Intimate contact, and suggestive touches. Those subtle hints you drop when you look at him a certain way, when your fingers run through his hair as you pull him in for a kiss that lasts a little too long to be considered innocent. You’re usually a little too shy to outright say what you want unless you’re very worked up and raring to go, mostly it’s those little hints that Belphie loves pretending not to notice or know what you mean. He’ll just bat his eyes at you “I don’t know what you want unless you tell me.” He’ll say so sweetly and unsuspecting when that tiny smile tugging at the corner of his mouth gives away the lie. You also know that the trump card is to kiss his neck and ears, if he’s in demon form then playing with his horns and tail are surefire ways to get him going. Also- SOUNDS. If you let anything that remotely sounds like a little whine or whimper out, it makes him remember just how you sound when you’re in the throes of pleasure and it brings all the memories back.

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

⭐️ Things like impact play, choking and anything too rough have been off the table. He doesn’t want to hurt you, he’s given you a spank here and there or a hair pull but it’s hardly enough to be considered painful. The idea of hurting you brings up unpleasant memories of how he treated you in the past and things he still regrets. No matter how you reassure him and tell Belphie that you’ve forgiven him; he won’t forgive himself for hurting you. It’s another reason he doesn’t like getting rough- and rough meaning he lets go of all of his brakes. If you get too rough he’ll calm you down in gentle ways, he’s overly cautious, even when he seems really in the moment he’s still aware EXACTLY how he’s handling you. Belphie has never allowed himself to fully lose control and doesn’t plan to, even if you’re willing to experiment if he thinks there is any risk to you he won’t do it.

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

⭐️ Likes giving and receiving with more emphasis on giving. He enjoys that he could be snuggling with you one minute then have his face buried between your thighs the next driving you to another orgasm with nothing other than his mouth while you’re losing your mind. He smirks at how easy it is, knowing that it’s him making you babble nonsense while you cum again. Plus a bonus it doesn’t expend that much energy. It helps that he’s reallllly good at it. So good in fact that he can confidently do it in his sleep. The amount of times you've eventually gotten so overstimulated and had your pleas fall on deaf ears only to push him away and discover that he had fallen asleep doesn’t even surprise you anymore with how commonplace it’s become. As for receiving; Belphie doesn’t feel right if he’s the only one to receive, he enjoys doing it for you but to be the only one to receive just doesn't sit right with him so he’ll insist on a little 69 ;)

⭐️ Although if you were to insist it was a little treat just for him he’d accept, loving the way your pretty lips wrap around his cock as he thrusts lazily into your mouth and looking down at you to see your face while you look up at him lovingly.

P = Pace (Are they fast and rough? Slow and sensual? Etc)

⭐️ Slow, sensual and soft. He’s gentle as a default, and will go a little harder if you beg him to. Nothing too hardcore though, he likes being gentle with you. To convey all his love and need in a physical manner when he gets into it. His gentle pace still doesn't change the fact that his size takes it out of you and if he picks up the pace even just a little more than the norm oh you know about it. He’s aware of himself, and never goes too crazy but he has moments when you just feel too damn good clamping down on him like that. He just has to pick up the pace a little and sink in a little deeper just so he can see your expression when he’s hitting your favourite spot over and over again. Sometimes his pace can frustrate you when it feels like you’re being kept on the edge for too long. You’d be getting antsy and impatient trying to move yourself but he’d hold you in place giving you kisses and nuzzling against you. Whimpering into your mouth while he lavishes your body with attention, every slow and intentional thrust aimed to pleasure and entice. Even if it takes a little bit, trust him- he’ll get you there. Afterall who doesn’t like slow burn.

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

⭐️ It’s not that he can’t do quickies, however, they’re too…well, quick for his taste. He likes to maximize the time spent with you and enjoy it fully without having to rush. He treasures you and he likes taking time to show you just how much he appreciates you. Belphie feels that quickies don’t give him adequate time to do that but of course if you’re begging him to get you off before heading to RAD he’ll gladly do so, no questions asked. Will be honest when he sees you getting down straight to business it’s pretty hot to see how domineering you can be when there’s something you want. There’s no teasing touches or sweet kisses, nothing but your unbridled pleads and rushed actions as you try to urge Belphie to hurry.

R = Risk (Are they game to experiment? Do they take risks? Etc)

⭐️ Belphie enjoys experimenting and finding new things together with you. It might become something you both love or hate but at least you tried, the only things that Belphie is reluctant towards is things that involve potentially hurting you. He won’t do it, and if he compromises then he’ll do the most gentle of said thing. You appreciate he’s trying and well there’s so much to try that you didn’t miss it. Roleplay? Done it- loved it, will probably do it again. Bondage- Belphie has insane talent as a rigger which was surprising for BOTH of you to say the least. It's enjoyable knowing that you can bring up something new you want to try out and Belphie is usually eager to try.

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

⭐️ Hard to get a super accurate understanding of Belphie’s stamina as he prefers taking things slower, even going as far as edging himself until he finally breaks. He’s not really good at going for consecutive rounds as he usually gets super sleepy after he finishes. Sometimes he can push for a second round but hardly ever. If he does go for the second round he’s even more lackadaisical and sleepy however if he has a short rest he’ll find the energy to go again with a little more vigor. Even though he can’t do multiple rounds he lasts quite a long time so usually don’t need the second one because you’re already all fucked out by that time.

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

⭐️ Discovered an unexpected love for toys, both on himself and on you. Belphie gets excited thinking about everything they can do- I mean there are just so many with different functions, gimmicks and abilities. Like when he’s holding you from behind, thrusting his cock up into you, pressing the vibrator right against you while you squeal in delight trying to push it away because of being so sensitive already. Belphie will sweetly beg for you to cum for him again and again. Belphie also loves watching you use them on yourself, watching how you can pleasure yourself while whining for him and using a toy that feels nowhere as good but will still get the job done. He lays back stroking himself while gazing upon the show you put on for him. Bonus points if he’s taking a video for him to replay again when he needs it.

U = Unfair (How much they like to tease?)

⭐️ He is a tease unintentionally, Belphie just likes to take his time. Whether or not you’re losing your mind over how slow he is going or not. He’ll get you all hot and bothered for him, praising you between every little kiss and touch, feeling his own sense of urgency so he’s rutting against your thigh enjoying the miniscule amount of friction it provides. Oh but Belphie has patience and keeps it up until you’re the one pouncing on him. Belphie likes providing more than anything but he also really likes how cute and needy you can get when you’re begging to cum, sometimes he just wants to prolong it a little.

V = Volume (How loud they are? What sounds they make? Etc)

⭐️ Belphie is not very loud, mostly soft gasps, whimpers and a few moans spattered in between. He likes making you get loud for him though. Overall Belphie is pretty soft volume wise, there’s no real reason for him to get so loud. He just holds you close and speaks in whispers. You’ll know when he’s close because his voice gets really breathy and whiny when he’s about to cum. Although Belphie does hold his voice back a lot and suppresses his sounds. You’ve noticed that he does get embarrassed on the off chance his voice gets a little louder than the norm or when he actually lets out a proper moan, but watching him bite his lip as he holds back is so cute.

W = Wild Card (A random headcanon for the character?)

⭐️ You noticed a little habit whenever Belphie is in demon form, he’ll nuzzle a lot more whether it’s against you, the bed, just anywhere. You didn’t understand it at first until you discovered how incredibly sensitive his horns are and his nuzzling is when he’s rubbing his horns against something for friction. When you found out you touched his horns and heard the loudest sound from Belphie yet and how flustered he looked when you touched. He was buried so deep inside you, not moving while you stroked his horns until he came- it’s your favorite thing to do now. Whenever he’s in demon form you’ll just reach up and play with his horns.

X = X-Ray (Let’s see what’s going on under those clothes?)

⭐️ One of the more surprising things for you was definitely Belphie’s size, length and girth wise. It wasn’t to say you were expecting him to be on the smaller side but it was just surprising. Thicker going down towards the base, has a little piercing (Most unexpected from Belphie) argues he got it just for the sake of it, there was no real reason but you seem to like it so he keeps it.

⭐️ Any changes for his demon form? Oh honey…Yes and you discovered this when he accidentally shifted while inside you. You got to feel just how he seemed to get thicker, there weren't any super drastic differences aside from how it got thicker, took on a more comical purple colour towards the base and seemed to get more prominent veins that you could definitely feel.

Z = Zzz (How quickly they fall asleep afterwards?)

⭐️ Well…Falling asleep during isn’t exactly rare for Belphie either. After he finishes it’s almost instantaneous that he falls asleep, you can try to keep him up but he’ll be so eepy and out of it that you almost start to feel bad for him. He likes listening to you talk to him, pillow talk is a little one sided because he’s nodding off next to you just listening to your voice while it lulls him into a restful sleep until he gets up to finally get around to cleaning up and the rest of it.

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starieq · 5 hours

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Are you going to finish loving her seems tiring???

“Lovin her seems tiring..” Part 5! a/n; sorry I haven’t been making part five! Haven’t been feeling motivated, but I know that’s no excuse. Also tysm for 165 followers??? Please forgive me and enjoy 😊! -Arianna

Taggies/ warnings; Pro!HeroKats, cheating, fingering, creampie, blowjob, ridding, cumming, squirting, swearing, mention of sex toys, dirty talk, titty fuck, drinking, drunk messaging, dry humping.

Oh here we go again, It’s the next morning where you have to wake up to the morning sun. Though, you wish he was next to you in bed. Morning sun on his shirt less pecs and abs. His perfect dirty blonde hair over his eyes while he sleeps. God, he was really a fucking goddess. You still wonder if he feels the same.

Now waking up sucks when you know Katsuki Bakugo isn’t by your side, holding you close to his chest. You really can imagine, huh. You roll out of bed, and do a little stretch. You grab your phone off the charger seeing the time is 7:21AM. You walk to the bathroom with your messy hair. You bend down the splash some water on your face to get yourself going.

You pull out your phone to see a bunch of messages from your brother. You slide to see the messages to see your cute cat Loki. He had an apple under his chin while holding it with his little tiny paws.

“Awww. My little kitty is so adorable!” You quickly send an heart emoji as well with an apple. You didn’t think twice but send it to Bakugo. Why? You honestly don’t know maybe he’ll find it cute? He never liked your cat, and Loki sure didn’t like him either. Every time it’s bring your pet to work day, Bakugo will try to give Loki some treats, but Loki just hides in your chest. You find Bakugos face really cute when he gets offended by Loki.

As soon as you put your phone down, a “ding!” comes out your phone. You turn it over to the screen to see Bakugo has messaged.

:Dynamight🧡💥: fuckin cat is cute n’ all, but he’s also a fuckin menace.

You giggle at his message, and type back a silly message too.

:y/n: Nuh uh! You’re just jealous he doesn’t like you are your treats for him. 🙂‍↕️

He almost replies instantly with,

:Dynamight🧡💥: no, he’s just fuckin bratty cat, just like you sweetheart.

Sweetheart.

You swear he’s going to be the death of you. You feel yourself blush at the message. sweetheart. His text keeps repeating in your head.

:Dynamight🧡💥: what happen love? Did ya die or something? Need your strong pro hero to come and save your tiny self?

Katsuki Bakugo you fucking-

:y/n: no thanks love, I can handle myself <3

He can’t be serious right now. You cant be serious right now! He has a fucking girlfriend! What are you thinking? Love? Well, it’s fair since he called you sweetheart and love too.. but it feels wrong, but right at the same time? Kira was a fucking brat. You could do way better than her. Treat him better, love him better. Do everything better.

Fuck you want him to be yours.

I bet loving her seems tiring..

Katsuki’s POV!;

I just masturbated for her, and now I have to wake up with her not in my fucking arms? Fuck this.

I wake up at 5:30 to go to the gym. Heard there was one here, so I figured there wasn’t going to be anyone there this early in the morning. I get into my gym clothes and walk by her door.

“She’s probably sleepin Katsuki. Leave her the fuck alone and don’t knock.”he mutters to himself walking away. He really did love you. But his girlfriend is in the fucking way of his only love at this moment to forever.

He gets to the gym and starts his workout. He loves thinking about you, and what you’d look like under him. But he also loves thinking about making you his cute little housewife. Thinking about you waking around the house pregnant with his baby. You making dinner for him after a long day at work. Running a warm bath and you joining him. Seeing your cute body and his big bulky body hovering in front of you. His big hands around your cute waist. Fuck he loved you a lot.

After his workout was done, (7:20AM) we wipes the sweat off his forehead when he gets a message. He looking at the screen noticing your name.

:y/n: Lookie at Loki! Isn’t he just the cutest Katsuki?

“Not as cute as you.” He almost types, but says out loud.

:Katsuki: fuckin cat is cute n’ all, but he’s also a fuckin menace.

“Hidin in my girls chest when I’m right in front of him.” He mutters to himself.

:y/n: Nuh uh! You’re just jealous he doesn’t like you are your treats for him. 🙂‍↕️

“He’s fucking lucky I even offer him my homemade cat treats. Bratty ass cat.” He types so fast he can hear the phone tap with him.

:Katsuki: no, he’s just fuckin bratty cat, just like you sweetheart.

“Sweetheart. Fuck now she’s not responding. “ little does he know you’re a fucking blushing mess at the other end.

:katsuki: what happen love? Did ya die or something? Need your strong pro hero to come and save your tiny self?

“Fuck, now I’m fuckin flirting with her.” He waits for your response tapping his phone screen.

:y/n: no thanks love, I can handle myself <3

Love. Fuck that was cute. Now he’s a blushing ass mess.

:Katsuki: if ya say so sweets.

You don’t respond after that, but you do heart the message. Maybe you do feel the same for him. He’s hoping and wishing oh a fucking star you love him like he loves you.

Fuck, loving Kira is so tiring when he has you..

Taggies!; @slayfics @queenpiranhadon @zanarkandskylines @gold24fish @gina239 @bakugonextswife @lalachanya

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iamamythologicalcreature · 2 days

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Pitch Manor Progress (which is sort of like Six Sentence Sunday but also not)

It's still Sunday for five more minutes, here. SO....

Okay, I haven't written anything on the Haunting of Simon Snow in awhile. But I have been working on my floor plan for Pitch Manor, which is more than tangentially related to the potential progress of that fic. And today's a rough one for me, so I'm going to post about it like it's progress so I might feel a tad better. Ahem.

OKAY. SO. I've been working on a floor plan for Pitch Manor for... pretty much forever and a day. I ran into trouble when I was writing chapter 2 of Haunting and Simon (Construction Worker!Simon) began to describe the house. I realized... I had no idea what he was describing.

(Warning, there is a long winded geeky ramble ahead. It's just how I do things. Ahem.)

What was supposed to be a quick "let's find a floor plan that I can just copy with some minor adjustments" project has since turned into my special interest project. As a history nerd, that means a lot of research, looking at dozens of floor plans for other houses ranging in origination from the 16th century to the 20th (and probably a few older than even that, since a ton of religious buildings were repurposed into estates. Think Downton *Abbey*.)

But this past week, I feel I've really pushed through a lot of the issues I kept running into. (I've ridiculously been trying to make it as true to the descriptions in Carry On as possible, and something that fits the purposes of my fic, which of course I have envisioned in many, sometimes incompatible, ways.) I've had to make some "this or that, you can't have both" choices, but I'm finally happy with the basic shape and layout.

Whew.

Just for funsies, here's a cross section snippet of my floor plan WIP. It's pretty messy still, but I'm still excited LOL

And (finally), instead of six sentences, I will instead offer you all six tidbits of information about Pitch Manor, as I've envisioned it:

There are four (4!) different sitting rooms. Because the aristocracy just loved their sitting rooms. (Parlor, Withdrawing room, Drawing room, and Reception/Receiving room.)

There is a ballroom. Try and stop me.

The original manor house was built in the 17th century, and has been refurbished and updated a few times.

The most extensive refurbishment happened in the 19th century, which is how it gained its current stylings. (Baz is a freaking troll and I love him for it. The most popular architectural style in the Victorian era was "Gothic Revival." "It's not Gothic; it's Victorian." Hah.)

Some rooms were added on during the Victorian refurbishment, including a Smoking room. They were very popular at that time.

The largest room in the house isn't the ballroom. It's the library. (It's two stories. Try and stop me.)

(I do hope to release the floorplans into the fandom wild after they're complete, in case anyone else wants to make use of them.)

I want to ramble more. But it's almost midnight. Sooo.... Gratitude and hellos under the cut!

Thank you to @blackberrysummerblog, @shrekgogurt, @rimeswithpurple, @thewholelemon, @monbons,

and @cutestkilla for the tags. I'm looking forward to seeing what everyone is working on!

Thank you also to those of you who have willingly (I hope) listened to me ramble on about this damned project of mine for ages. Because boy howdy, do I ramble. @cutestkilla, @hushed-chorus, @artsyunderstudy, @youarenevertooold, @ic3-que3n,

@best--dress, @monbons, and @mooncello. It's good there are a few of you, that way no single poor soul has to bear the full weight of my obsession special interest. (If anyone reading this actually wants to join these ranks, hit me up on Discord XD)

Thanks also to everyone that has tagged me even when it's been ages in between progress posts from me. I appreciate being kept in the loop on what you all are up to creatively!

Hellos and howdies to @noblecorgi @bookish-bogwitch @that-disabled-princess @bazzybelle @messofthejess

@imagineacoolusername @you-remind-me-of-the-babe @prettygoododds @emeryhall @ileadacharmedlife

@valeffelees @fiend-for-culture @bubble-gumhead @brilla-brilla-estrellita @aristocratic-otter

@j-nipper-95 @whatevertheweather @ivelovedhimthroughworse @drowninginships @alexalexinii

@facewithoutheart @angelsfalling16

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I really love your art and your artstyle!!! I'm trying to learn to draw and I'm struggling to find a way to draw faces and especially eyes that I like, could you maybe share some tips on how you draw faces because omg I am so in awe of how cool your art looks! :D

FKEKVKKEKD OMG THANK YOU SO MUCH 🥺🥺 I'M SO HONORED

Honestly, the best advice I can give is to study tf out of art styles you like, bc that's exactly what I did with TGS. The amount of pages I just stared at and tried to lowkey memorize is ungodly, and once I started drawing the characters and trying to emulate sage's style, I kinda just kept getting better from there. My ability to draw poses and full body stuff also got exponentially better VERY quickly, TGS is just magic like that, I swear.

Also, for eyes specifically, referencing each characters eyes and testing different expressions is kinda the way to go. I use my physical copy of Vol 1 a LOT for referencing (especially for Hyde and Lanyon)

(A LOT more under the cut lmao)

Also, just drawing headshots of the characters over and over helps too, especially in pen! I have literal DOZENS of random 5- 10 minute pen doodles. The nice thing about the pen stuff is that, yeah, youll mess up a lot and not be super satisfied with most of them, but it forces you to be a bit more careful about how you place things and steadier with you hand, at least in my experience.

(The sillies)

See? Most of them really suck, but they made me pay a lot more attention to what I was doing and what I wanted to do. It also helped me grasp quirks of the characters and drawing expressions a lot better. Plus, this isn't even all of them, I've got a bunch more in a little envelope I made.

Also, looking on Pinterest for pose references probably would also help, or taking pics of yourself for reference, but I'm built different (stubborn and lazy) so I rawdog my anatomy and poses 🗣️🗣️

Otherwise, I can also give a little doodle example with Whole Jekyll on how I currently draw in pencil and such :3

Start with circle, then give it a nice center line and chin

Then I throw in the neck and shoulders (which tend to change a decent bit bc anatomy is hard), the eye line, which goes through the middle of the circle, and then I like to do a line down the chest to figure out which way I want him pointing, since he's at a tilt. I also change this quite often, along with where I want the face pointing lmao. Once I've figured out direction, I draw the nose starting at the bottom of the circle and up to the eye line. I also then draw the top of the eyes first. The eye line (and apparently the center line 💀) is of course a suggestion, and I tend to mess around with the eye shape until it looks mostly right.

Then the bottoms of the eyes and the pupils get thrown in, which I have to redraw pretty often to try and make them match better. I also usually leave the eyes blank bc I'm lazy af and can't draw pupils too well, I will shade them tho and that makes them look better.

Then bbg gets ears (which I usually start around the corners of the eyes and go down to just above the little curve of the jaw), eyebrows (also just mess around with these til they look right) and a mouth (I HATE drawing mouths 😋😋), then they get their hair (also have to redraw a bunch)

Also, to show Whole Jekylls other eye, I pinned his hair back, so there's a treat, Whole Jekyll enjoyers <3 bbg can fully see 😍 (Mind Lanyon probably forced him too)

Then I shade his eyes, give him clothes and fix up any quick things that were bothering me (in this his nose) and go back with the edge of a rectangle eraser and get those guidelines and extra lines out (sometimes they're still a little visible, but maybe just don't draw them as heavy handed as I do 💀) and Bada Bing Bada boom! Doodle done :3 of course its not the best, but it doesn't have to be, thats the joy of doodles

Heres another good pic to kinda show how I use my guidelines (and how messy my doodles usually are, it's part of my charm guys, I swear--)

Otherwise like, my progress shots for drawings look goofy af lmao, like--

Messy af, incorrect proportions, wrong anatomy, eugh. just takes time (and a lot of redrawing) to get to the final pieces.

But yeah!!! Eyes are annoying, it just takes a lot of tweaking and repetition.

Like, I redrew some of these eyes a decent few times and some of them are still off, like cmon Lanyon, why you gotta be so hard for me to draw 💔

Anyways!!! Thats probably the best I can offer right this second lmao, sometimes I kinda wish I could record drawing and stuff but I don't do stuff purely digital often enough to. I do have a full speed paint for that drawing of Jekyll in Hydes mind clothes tho, so idk maybe I'll share that if anyone wants me to lmao.

But yeah! Thank you so much for the ask and the kind words, I hope this helps! or is at least entertaining lmao

#answered asks #my art #oc: “whole” jekyll #tgs #the glass scientists #henry jekyll #my ramblings

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socheckitout-mikey · 2 days

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i really love fright night 2011 so here's some much needed jerry dandridge hc's! i hope you enjoyed these. lemme know what you thought of them! - mae

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disclaimer: THERE ARE 18+ PARTS IN THIS PIECE SO MINORS & AGELESS BLOGS DNI!!!! YOU WILL BE BLOCKED!!!!

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Dating Jerry Dandridge (2011) Hc's:

° "Dating" is a very stretched word when it comes to Jerry. Being a vampire makes it impossible for him to love like a human would, because of his dark nature having warped him greatly over the years. It's more probable for him to "possess" you as he views you more like a human pet than an actual partner. After all, he is much stronger, faster and possesses far more superior abilities.

° However, just because he can't love like a human, doesn't mean he won't have the outside world believing he can't. To everyone else you seem like a normal, happy and loved up couple. But truthfully,- behind closed doors -, you're anything but that. Jerry is excellent at deceiving, almost to the point that when you're in public, you seem to forget yourself. Even now he takes pleasure in deceiving you, but truthfully it's more for the necessity of keeping up appearances: Your gullible nature is just an added bonus.

° Jerry most likely had the intention of turning you to replenish his ranks, but he found you more resourceful alive... for now that is.

° For instance, you probably will fall into the role of being a daytime protector of sorts for Jerry. Your job is to ensure that pesky nosed neighbours (particularly teenage brats like Charlie) don't go digging where they shouldn't. You need to take your job seriously, otherwise it puts Jerry at risk; and when Jerry is at risk, he gets extra grouchy.

° But you're good to him - usually -. Now where that at first was out of necessity, currently it is due to some strange culmination of love and fear. Jerry rewards you plentifully in many ways (usually with his boundless sex appeal), but he also knows how to punish you. You long ago stopped attempting to escape him, accepting your fate that you're stuck with Jerry. You know only two outcomes will come from this: Death or Rebirth.

° However he does like to spice things up a bit. He doesn't like you always being a goody-goody.

° Even though Jerry is a cruel creature of the night, and where he is dark and terrifying, there are also good things about him. He can make you feel on top of the world, like you're the only person that matters - so long as you never interfere with his quest to form and expand his tribe of vampires.

° With that I will add that Jerry also does not allow his fledgling vampires to go anywhere near you. Fraternizing with you of any accord is prohibited, because (for now) you are worth more to him alive than dead or immortal. This is solely why you're never allowed in the basement or in the home yourself. In all honesty, Jerry has really grown fond of you. The thought of you dying no longer appeases him. He wants you safe and sound... Well as safe and sound as you can be whilst in his clutches. He does like to have fun with you.

° Following off that point, Jerry is actually extremely protective of you. Anyone dumb enough to mess with you (even mildly) will be dealt with accordingly (and my friend, it gets very messy indeed).

° God forbid if any of his fledgling tribe members are dumb enough to attack you (particularly if they have escaped without his knowledge). They're given the special treatment of being catapulted into the fiery pits of Hell much sooner than he would have originally wanted. But that's what they get for defying his rules.

° We also know already that Jerry is possessive of you. You're his, no one else's. So lets say a clueless person tries to flirt with you - you know they're not going to live much longer. Hell, after Jerry has grown fond of you, he may struggle to understand harmless small talk for genuine romantic interest. Where he can happily dish out all of the flirtatious charm to his female prey, he does not appreciate if someone else showers you in the same treatment. God forbid if you reciprocate it too when he hasn't asked you to. You know, for the means of strategy to bring more people into his immortal club.

° In public, Jerry is very hands on with his PDA. Almost to the point where it can become gross and somewhat sleazy (depending on what role he is playing in the new town or city). It never fails to make you laugh, though as he flirts with you. He makes you feel forever alive.

° One thing is for certain, you never have to fear anyone or anything when Jerry is in your life. The only danger you really need to worry about is him - so you have more than a healthy dose of fear. Not that he would harm you, but Jerry has quite the temper - one that you'd much prefer to steer clear of. So when he's in one of his moods when things aren't going to plan, you stick to another area of the house or tend to the garden out back when the rays of sunshine prohibit him from going outside.

° Your relationship is going to be mainly physical, but that's only because that's how Jerry's able to show his "love" for you. His fondness is shown through sex and there's a lot of it. There's just something about the way you attempt to swat him away, but yet you beg for more shortly after that stirs up something crazy in him. He has to remember to pace himself so he doesn't break you - no matter how tempting the latter is.

° With all of his sleazy charm and physicality, he does have some soft moments. Those are more reserved for special moments or times where you're both alone - safe from the nosy eyes and ears of others. It's not that they're impossible to manifest, but that it usually takes something for them to occur. Examples could be; after a dangerous moment that you both narrowly missed, you have been very good for him for an extended period of time, etc.

° He much prefers to tease you though. He's very good at it, and is awfully witty. He also likes it when you tease him back about the persona he shows the outside world. He likes the banter you share - even for a human you've got some spice to you, and Jerry likes his partner spicy.

° Another thing he likes to do is scare you. Typically in the jump scare fashion. You never know when it'll happen, but it never fails to scare the hell right out of you. He also enjoys chasing you too. There's just something about psychological terror that turns him on endlessly. He has a naturally high prey drive, but attached to that is also a sexual appetite unlike any other. Your specific brand of fear exhibits a scent he's grown both used to and extremely fond of. He never gets bored of it though. That's most likely because he savours it, providing a game of how long he can keep himself from quenching his thirst the traditional way. You're almost too good not to eat.

° Following from that point, it really is true that he doesn't feed from you in a traditional sense. It's hard for him to control himself, but driving his fangs into your flesh, placing his lips on your wounds or simply licking said wounds can turn you. Vampirism is spread through his saliva in open wounds, much like a parasite infecting someone. This makes it hard when he gets your blood pumping or when you have clumsy moments like when you accidentally get cut, etc. He's grown better at fighting the urge - even though your eyes beg him to bite you.

° Instead he settles for blood letting. He pours it right into a crystal glass. It almost amuses you how he devours it, licking the rim of the glass clean before sticking his finger inside the glass to get to those hard to reach places. You don't really get why he does it, but that's just a testament to your mortality and aversion for consuming blood.

° Speaking of your blood, it doesn't disappoint. It's a treat he enjoys savouring as he doesn't get it often - when he isn't being greedy. Bonus points if you were frightened just before he consumed it. He just has to repay the favour… over and over again. Fear is the greatest flavour to a vampire.

° After he tends to any of your wounds. If he has taken too much, then there's that softer part of him that will take care of you. Your diet is rich in iron and other vitamins that help keep your blood and health strong. Where this first came from a necessity to keep you alive, he now does so out of fondness. You may not understand it much, protesting that you can take care of yourself, Jerry won't hear of it. It's his ritual after all, one of the only moments where he can show a softer part of him to you. To convey that in his strange way he might actually love you.

° Jerry is four hundred years old. He knows many things and if you're willing, he passes his knowledge onto you. He's a bored immortal though, so he likes to mess with you, but over time you become less gullible. In his eyes, if you wanted to know more about these things then you should have come into his life when he wasn't bored and so twisted. He knows though that one day he'll mellow out again and by that time, you'll be immortal; so he has all the time in the world to teach you things.

° I think with you around, Jerry is more likely to actually sleep throughout the day. You find it strange that he heads to the basement, but you just think he has a coffin down there since there's no bed upstairs. That is until you realise he sleeps in the literal ground when he rises with dirt covering him head to toe.

° There is absolutely no digging your pesky, mortal nose in the basement or in his private room of his tribes knowledge. He only let's you see the latter when he trusts you enough not to run and tell the entire world. The former isn't until he's ready to turn you into a vampire. So in this case, curiosity would definitely kill the cat - the cat being you. It's best to remain in your jurisdiction.

° If he finds you digging, he considers that meddling and he's not privy to nosy people. If you haven't angered him enough, then he won't kill you, but he may punish you. Especially if you rise up against him with the likes of Charlie...

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