“you should stay. i plan on making breakfast tomorrow, y’know?” he says as you gather your things and stuff them into your purse.
“intriguing,” you admit, it’d been a while since you had a real meal and not just a budget meal from the dining hall. “but i got an 8AM tommorow. i’ll miss you, though.” you end sweetly, leaning over where he was sitting on his bed, actually looking disappointed.
“we can wake up early, woman.” he grabs your waist tightly, keeping you steady in place in front of him as he reasons. “i think my punctuality could actually rub off on you.”
“ryo’ i cant.” you say back, trying to wiggle your way out of his grasp, failing terribly as he renders you still under his firm grasp. then you re-register the first part of what he said, the stupid name you hate to say you’ve gotten accustomed to “and stop calling me ‘woman’, you sound like naoya.” he scoffs at the comparison and tightens his grasp, pulling you closer to be practically on top of his lap.
“how bout this,” you suggest. and by the tone of your voice he can tell it’s already something stupid. “i’ll give you a goodnight kiss for every hour we’ll be apart.” you finish, smirking down at him.
and before he can spit out his words and say just how stupid he thinks that is you plant the first one smack dab on his lips, tilting his head up for ease with your hands.
“one.” you count. sukuna tries to get out a word— but goddammit you just keep kissing him.
“two. three. four. five. six. seven. eight. nine. ten,” continuing on till sukuna stops counting the correlation to the hours.
you lean back, looking at his slightly flushed, embarrassedly grimacing face. the gloss from your lips has since smudged on his. he rubs it off with his thumb, frown deepening. you giggle. it’s rare for you to actually fluster him, so now that you have you bask in it.
he grips your wrist, breathing out a heavy sigh while you chuckle above him.
“just stay,” he looks at everywhere but your face. “…please.” he grumbles, just barely above a whisper like he’s never said the word before and never wants to say it again.
“fine.” you groan out, fully prepared for the half awake sukuna that will trap you in his arms the moment you try and escape the following morning. “lemme change first.” and he releases his grip on you so you can rummage through his closet for something to wear, totally not staring at your ass.
“can’t believe i gave you all those kisses for nothing.”
Do you have anything able to be written for Jade being a secret cuddlebug 0-0
My first human character ask sgdvsn
I tried to keep him in character while also showing he desperately craves touch.
I made this more emotional than necessary perhaps, because I was so excited about this one and it just kinda wrote itself. I also really need to figure out my writing style 😭
I hope you enjoy even if it might not be as lighthearted as you may have hoped 😅
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Jade Herrera being secretly cuddly
● You aren’t sure what compels you to seek this man out. Maybe it's how his cutting bluntness was refreshing after how Boyd and Donna tried to appease everyone. It could be because he appeared to actually seek a way out and you worried about the way he spiraled. But truthfully… it was probably mostly because he’s hot.
● The choice in this shithole was already pretty slim between murderous monsters and paranoid or apathetic residents. No one could blame you for ogling the new guy when his unbuttoned shirt and the bare chest beyond stared right back at you.
● Somewhere along the way that cutting edge of his faded. Not fully, but enough that you kept seeking him out without storming off. When instead of yelling and ranting like a madman, he’d invite you in, share alcohol and actual conversations with you. No theories or angry ravings about this place, but just two souls meeting in the quiet after dark, reminiscing about the past.
And he…
● He can’t fully remember the last time he allowed someone close like this. Before, he wasn’t really interested in getting to know most people. The Jade from the past wouldn’t even have glanced your way. Not when you were so far below him in his eyes. But this place makes everyone equal. Nothing he’s accomplished mattered here.
● He hopes it's the alcohol that makes him stare at you whenever you fall asleep at the bar, head planted on your arms, and your soft snores filling the quiet. Occasionally disrupted by one of those things as they knocked, snapping him from his thoughts.
● He’s noted a strange insistence from the monsters when you’re near. Something that has his head spin beyond the symbol he keeps seeing. Because if you, one of the few people he truly has come to value, would go away, he’d truly go insane.
● It’s exactly that which makes him seek you out. With an excuse that you must be special if you garnered so much attention from those monsters. Every other time it was you going after him, finding him in that godforsaken bar, but now he’s changing that. He needs you, needs someone to listen to his theories and put another spin to his thoughts. It’s not loneliness. It can’t be.
● That can’t be why his skin feels warmer after you pat his shoulder. Why he craves those fingers raking through his hair or beard with a complaint about their rapid growth.
● But then you embrace him in a drunken stupor. And that resolve within him shakes. He doesn't complain when you keep an arm around his shoulders that late afternoon, until you left as the night crept in. He feels strangely empty when you’re no longer touching him.
● So when his head piles with theories and ideas and that same fucking symbol, he takes a page from your book and… plops his head in your lap. Stares stubbornly past your surprised face. “I need to think,” is all he says when you ask. And you only smile. That soft smile that has something inside him itch.
● He doesn’t stop you from fussing with his hair. Nor does he protest when you insist on sleeping at the bar with him, your concern painfully real after he finally revealed how badly he slept.
● And of course, there’s only one bed. He isn’t selfless enough to give it up. He isn’t saintly enough to tell you no when you talk about sharing, just telling you to “do whatever the fuck you want.” Not as bluntly as he had intended. It came out too soft for that.
● When his arm finds its way around your waist during the night, you don’t say anything about it in the morning.
● When he embraces you first the day after you were almost caught, you cling back just as tightly.
● The day he kisses you, he’s already in too deep to pull back. The cravings he’s kept to himself, barely able to understand them, slowly spill into reality. Where there was stiff acceptance there’s a returned touch. Tentative. Barely acknowledged. He still keeps mostly to himself during the nights, allows you to touch him, but struggles with returning it.
● But he leeches off your warmth every night. Your very presence already grounding to him.
● His fingers twitch while he rests on your lap, desiring to trace the structure of your face. He keeps close to you during the times he can’t bear being alone. Quietly becomes reliant on sharing the bed every night. It helps him cling to reality a little better.
So please, keep your arms around him. He needs you. More than even he wants to admit.
summary; you always felt out of place in colony house, maybe moving into town will do you some good, luckily for you the deputy has a spare bedroom.
wordcount; 2.09k words
a/n; definitely making this a series because look at my husband
You sat down at colony house, looking out at the horizon, the sun had just risen, meaning the Creatures had left. You had this life for a while, you were here before the talismans, it was rough obviously, someone as young as you seeing the bodies everyday.
You sat on the roof, a joint in your hand, curtesy of Fatima obviously, as you watched the people in town. A very known habit you had.
You didn't know why you liked watching people in town, maybe you were just waiting for Victor to wake up.
You and Victor have always been close. You didn't see a creep like many, you didn't see a pervert. You saw a broken man who only needed love and social interactions.
He did grow up in this life, longer than everyone. You were eating an apple as you watched the deputy walk around town, making sure everyone was fine for the day.
You've never spoken to him, you would be lying if you said you weren't intrested in him, his dopy smile, his eyes, his attitude, his personality.
You wanted to know more.
You looked down as your mother called for you, Donna stood at the bottom, clearly irritated. You sighed before putting out the joint and grabbing a pole and sliding down before landing in front of her.
"What the fuck did I tell you about going up there?" Donna scoffed as you sighed, looking away as you crossed your arms.
"It's dangerous up there." You muttered as she nodded. She sighed before placing her hands onto your shoulder. "I know, I know. You don't want anything to happen to me, day or night."
"Okay listen, you can be a dumbass and sulk up there all day, or go to town with me for me, father Khatri and Boyd's monthly get together." Donna offered as you contemplated. You did always want to go to town, meet the people there and see how different they are to the life you have at colony house.
"Uh sure, don't got anything better to do then measure the distance of trees." You said as your mother raised her eyebrow at you, you nodded as she she just sighed and walked off, muttering under her breath as she walked off.
You followed her, looking at the houses and the people, a few walked towards the dinner as the deputy you've seen walk a route everyday left the dinner, a few boxes in his hand.
"Kenny!" Donna smiled as the man looked up, barley carrying the boxes, you grabbed one that fell from him, smiling at him as you took another one. "I believe you haven't met my daughter."
"You have a daughter?" Kenny asked Donna as she nodded. You smiled at him as he nodded and looked between the two of you. "I don't see a resemblance."
You chuckled along with him as you walks towards the post office, sorry, sheriff's office. You stood in front of Sheriff Boyd. You watched as he walked outside, opening the door and smiling at the both of you.
"Donna, you're here, with company?" Boyd glances at you and you crossed your arms and glanced back at him. "Kenny, why don't you show our guest around."
"I know what the town looks like. I was here when we used to pull patches out of the ground." You sneered and he glanced at you. Donna gave you a pointed look which made you roll your eyes as she entered.
"So, you've been here for a while? Why haven't i seen you before?" Kenny asks you as he started walking. You followed him, walking alongside him as you looked around the town you once called home.
"I like to stay at colony house, mostly in my room or with Victor." You answered as you glanced at a scrap mess of a cage in the middle of town. "What's that?"
"That's the box. Whenever someone causes a death they go in there." Kenny explained as you nodded. You walked towards the box, ignoring kenny's heys and questions as to where you were going.
You looked inside, seeing the 'cage' itself. You sighed as you looked around, no talisman, they were leading people to their deaths.
"We've never used it. I'm not supposed to tell you this, but Boyd made it to scare the townsfolk into being careful." He whispered as you sighed in relief. You continued walking with him. It was refreshing, talking to someone who wasn't high or being a complete ass.
Did you chose the wrong choice?
No, you couldn't leave your mother. You wouldn't dream of it. You liked the bond, the connection, the stability.
You walked back to the post office, joking around with Kenny and waiting for your mother who soon exited. "Cmon, we should head back."
You nodded at your mother as she started to walk off, you turned back to kenny who seemed rather disappointed. "I'll see you soon?"
Kenny smiled at the idea to see you again. He licked his lips, nodding before standing up and helping you up from the steps. "I'll see you around."
You smiled before walking off, already missing the town and missing the boys company. "He's a townie, don't forget."
"They're not that bad mom." You muttered as she turned around to face you. "I know we have bad memories, but they're like a puzzle. They connect, isn't that something nice."
"They have a box to murder people." Donna reminded but you sighed. You wanted to tell her what Kenny told you, but you knew she wouldn't believe you, or it would backfire and she'd run if to Boyd, saying how much of a lie like that would break the chain of the community he built.
"Don't tell me you want to be one of them now." Donna sneered as you sighed, you stopped walking, crossing your arms causing her to look at you. "y/n."
"I hate colony house. I have no friends. They're all assholes who want to get drunk and high! Fatima, Elis and Victor are the only tolerable people in there!" You answered. You never wanted to leave your mother, to cause a drift, you'd be lying if you said you wouldn't miss your old life with Victor.
"The moment you leave, there's no coming back. I can't bend the rules, even for you." Donna silently pleaded as you sighed. You knew that. It was why you went with her in the first place, you couldn't handle it anymore.
"They all look at me like I'm crazy." The moment you spilled that from your mouth, how you had lost your mind the first few weeks of living here. "I mean, it's a hazard, why would I stay in a place where one person's mistake could kill us all."
"The windows are nailed shut!" Donna argued as you scoffed.
"Hammers exist!" You scowled. You realised she was starting to get irritated. "Mom, just listen to me."
"Fine you wanna go there. Go." She scoffed. You sighed, shaking your head.
"You don't mean that-." Before you could finish your sentence she walked towards you, pointing her finger at you.
"Go, go run off. You'll come back crying to mommy right after it just like always." You held back the remark you were about to say, you knew she didn't mean it, you knew she was just hurt, hurt by the fact that you considered leaving.
Mothers instinct.
"Go." You sighed before walking towards your room, packing a bag. Donna was already on her way to Boyd. You knew it was against the rules to switch your area, but technically you never chose, your mother just snatched you and they never said anything because you were with your family.
You heard a knock on the door, opening it to find victor, clearly upset. "Is it true?" He whispered as you sighed. "Are you leaving?"
"I'll visit you, I promise." You tried to comfort him, he shook his head, looking at you.
"It's against the rules. Donna won't let you." He said as he clutched his lunchbox. You sighed, turning back to your bag.
"I know, but it won't stop me." You answered. He nodded beforw opening his lunchbox, taking out a drawing of the both of you. "Victor."
"I made it for you, to never forget." He answered as you smiled at the drawing.
"I'll never forget you Victor. C'mere." You held out your arms for him, taking him in for a hug. He always say you as a sister, someone to protect, someone who'd always be by his side.
You watched him walk back to his room, you sighed before closing up your bag, waiting outside at colony house to find Elis and Fatima outside, they walked towards you, clearly confused.
"We heard your leaving." Fatima announced as you nodded. Elis crossed his arms as he leaned against the railing.
"It's gonna be weird without you." Elis sighed as you nodded. You looked at Fatima as she hugged you, Elis joining in as they watched Donna walk up the trail with Boyd. "I believe that's our cue to leave."
"We'll leave the backdoor unlocked in the day." Fatima smiled at you as you chuckled before walking down to meet sheriff Boyd.
You turned to your mom who crossed her arms, clearly still upset. You sighed before hugging her as she hugged back. "I'll bend the rules a little, come visit okay?"
"Always." You whispered as she smiled. You let go as you watched her wipe a tear from her eyes.
"I'm proud of you." She whispered before you turned to the sheriff who escorted you to a house.
"Kenny will give you the rules of the town, you'll be sleeping here until we find you a place to stay." Boyd said as you nodded, you looked at the sun to see it was about to set. "Welcome to the town."
"Thanks Sheriff." You smiled as he smiled back.
"You know my residence, if you need anything, I'm here. Even if you just want lunch with me." Boyd offered as you nodded.
"I'll keep that in mind." You nodded. You looked to the side to find Kenny waiting by the window, you waved as he waved back, you entered the house, finding Kenny talking to his mother in another language.
"Uh, hi." You you muttered as Kenny turned to face you, he spoke to his mother before turning back to you, smiling as he grabbed your bags.
"I'll take you to your room for now, I heard Boyds gonna build you a house or something to live in." Kenny nodded as you nodded along, he turned to his mother, speaking to her softly in another language before walking up the stairs.
"So. Uh, you're the deputy." You looked at him as he nodded, placing you bags into a room.
"Yeah, Boyd took me in after my father uh. Tried to open the door I suppose." You nodded as you sat down on the bed, Kenny took the chair, spinning it around to sit down, his hands onto the back of the chair.
"I've seen you. On the roof of the colony house." He started as you raised your eyebrow at him.
"A stalker aye?" You giggles as he chuckled, shaking his head.
"It's hard to miss a girl dancing around on a roof." He reasoned as you nodded. He leaned in, smiling at you. "That's really cool, and you're not that bad at dancing."
"Thanks Kenny." You smiled, you turned around at the sound of a bell, looking out the window to find Boyd ringing the bell.
"Okay, breakfast is in the morning, I'll knock on your door before then. My mom serves it at the dinner." Kenny started as you nodded looking around your room as he stood up and leaned against the doorframe. "The bell indicated curfew you should be on your way home or at your house by then, and you know about the box."
"Mhm." You nodded as he sighed, he smiled at you, before turning around to go to bed. You stood up, sitting on the windowstill removing the tarp as you look out to the town. It looked peaceful, beside the Creatures walking around.
You loved the town, no matter how fucked up it was, it was refreshing.
Did you make a mistake? You looked at your door, seeing kenny pass through helping his mom get to her room as you smiled.
⤷ gender neutral, ambiguous race, and any size reader. Requests are open, thank you for reading!
ᴹᵃˢᵗᵉʳˡᶤˢᵗ | ᴹᵃˢᵗᵉʳˡᶤˢᵗ ᴵᴵ
・Yes, you seemingly lived in hell. Fleeting safety, never knowing what could happen next.
・But with Kenny by your side, everything felt a little lighter.
・He made the sun feel warmer, the grass greener, the water clearer.
・Kenny was the love of your life, and you knew it so wholeheartedly.
・That burning love was how Kenny felt everyday.
・So when he asked you to marry him, you started to cry.
・His mother already knew he was going to ask. In fact...it was kind of her idea.
・Tian-Chen had grown to love you as part of her family. You had moved into the Liu house when you and Kenny got together.
・You followed her rules (although she didn't have many)
・You spent time with her, helping her in the cafe, sitting with her, cooking with her etc
・It's one of the reasons why Kenny adored you, however, you didn't have anyone when you came here. Which you never could decide if that was a mercy or not.
・Kenny didn't have a proper ring, but that didn't stop him. Tian-Chen offered her rings but you couldn't take them from her. Not when her husband had passed.
・Kenny had taken you to a secluded area to propose. And when you got back to town, everyone cheered. (It was a big surprise, everyone knew except you).
・Boyd nearly had tears, Kristi was over the moon for you, Tian-Chen was actually crying. Everyone was hugging and clapping.
・Both you and Kenny agreed to marry here. And not wait until ... rescue and/or escapew. Because no one knew when or if, it would ever happen.
・The wedding was a big affair - everyone was invited, it was held on the outskirts of the forest. Where it was most green.
・Boyd gave you away, Donna was the officient, and the reception was held in the cafe. Where Tian-Chen had cooked up a feast.
・Married life with Kenny made surviving a little kinder.
・You call each other by your new titles. "Good morning, husband", you say to him. And every time he smiles.
・You both sleep in the same bed now, and you take the left side. While Kenny takes the side closest to the door. Just in case.
・Both of you step up and take care of Tian-Chen. You wake up early and make her breakfast together.
・You are a family unit now. And it will always stay that way no matter what.
𝑹𝒆𝒍𝒂𝒕𝒊𝒐𝒏𝒔𝒉𝒊𝒑 𝑻𝒓𝒐𝒑𝒆𝒔
Tragic Past x Ray of Light
"You Wear The Pants In This Relationship" (You) x "Oh I Wish, I Cannot Control You At All" (Kenny)
⤷ gender neutral, ambiguous race, and any size reader. Requests are open, thank you for reading!
a/n: these ended up being a lot longer than I meant... I hope you enjoy it nontheless
ᴹᵃˢᵗᵉʳˡᶤˢᵗ | ᴹᵃˢᵗᵉʳˡᶤˢᵗ ᴵᴵ
✧˖°. 𝘽𝘼𝘾𝙆𝙂𝙍𝙊𝙐𝙉𝘿 ✧˖°.
The creatures were becoming more and more intune with life above ground. They knew who cared for who; even if it couldn't be admitted. By and by, they made situations where the pair would be forced to be close to each other...Matchmaking, if you will. Get people to care for one another made the hunt, much more fun...
𝑩𝒐𝒚𝒅 ⋆✴︎˚｡⋆
Ever the gentleman, his first instinct is to let you have the bed.
Is it big enough for two people? Yes.
Tight squeeze...also yes.
So you couldn't lie, you felt a twang of annoyance...the feelings you had for Boyd were long standing. Was this not a perfect set up? It goddamn was and you weren't going to let it slip through your fingers.
"Oh god, Sheriff, get up."
"Told you to call me Boyd."
"I'll call you Boyd when you get up off the floor..."
It was silent for a few moments before Boyd groaned nad huffed; acting as if this was the most terrible thing to have happened.
Truth be told, Boyd would rather sleep on the floor, or lean against the wall, or even sit in a chair.
His reluctance has nothing to do with you and everything to do with him.
Sure enough, he groaned and stood up. With hands on his hips, and a half smile, he pointedly looked at you.
"You don't have to sleep on the floor, Boyd."
Slightly shaking his head, he runs a hand through his hair and sits at the end of the bed.
"You sure this is okay?" He doesn't look at you when he asks.
And you don't look at him when you reply, "yes."
So, he slips off his boots, undoes his belt and unbuttons a few from his shirt. Not all the way though.
While he's doing this, you've already gotten comfortable and wriggled over to make space for him.
Turning around, you swore you could see him blush. It gave you a bit of hope. Maybe his feelings were similar to yours?
"I just have to say Boyd, if you snore; I just might push you the bed." You say it with a smile.
With a slight grumble, he replies, “Wouldn’t be the worst thing I’ve gone through—if it’s you.”
Heart fluttering, a blush creeps from your neck, up to your face and blossoms on your cheeks.
"Yeah well, you make this seem a little less horrible as well..."
It's quiet as you both get comfortable in the small bed. There's limited blankets on this Winter's night, the cold air drafting through the small slits in the timber.
Boyd took an embarrassingly long time deciding where to put his arms, how far away to lie, and whether it’s even appropriate to breathe too loudly.
You could almost hear the wheels in his head turning.
For a while, he laid completely straight on his back, arms crossed over his chest. But as the night went on, you both couldn't help the chill.
It took about an hour but with each moment, you both started to work your way closer to one another.
The body heat felt like heaven.
No words were exchanged, but both of you understood. His arm moved and wrapped around you. You sighed in relief.
"Is this okay?"
"Yeah, yes, thank you."
You allowed yourself to be held by the Sheriff, his musky scent was overwhelming in the best way. It was intoxicating. He was intoxicating.
You dreaded when he had to let go.
𝑫𝒐𝒏𝒏𝒂 ⋆✴︎˚｡⋆
True to fashion, Donna wouldn't listen to anything you had to say. You were having the bed, and it was fine. You didn't want to be selfish, but her stubborn nature was bull-like.
"There’s one bed. We’ve dealt with worse, haven’t we? We’ll make it work." Donna's words were said with an undercurrent of kindness. You knew you were safe. Donna always made you feel that way.
But you loved pushing her buttons, and teasing her was one of your favourite passtimes.
"Finally, I can get you alone," you winked at her and she shook her head.
"You'll be the death of me," she mumbled - not really wanting you to hear. But you did anyway.
You watched as she assessed the situation. Made sure you didn't have any injuries, and practically put you to bed.
"You'll need your sleep," she said, and then so carefully she raised her hand and stroked your cheek.
"You’re safe. I promise."
Your heart clenched, Donna must know what she's doing. Was this her way of teasing?
The night was easy, she made it so.
Speaking softly, whenever there was silence it was comfortable. Donna let you get as close to her as you pleased; she said it was the cold, and the blankets weren't warm enough.
Donna smelled of soil, of the earth; from her gardening but maybe it was because she was down to earth. Logical. Pragmatic.
God you knew this night would make you love her more.
And yet, while she wouldn’t say it outright, the night left an impact on Donna too. She'd feel closer to you - having shared something with you that no one else had.
𝑲𝒆𝒏𝒏𝒚 ⋆✴︎˚｡⋆
Once the door was closed, both of you shrugged against it. The day had been long and tiresome. You were lucky to find a place to shelter.
Sighing, you moved from the door and walked toward the lone bed.
Kenny stood there awkwardly by the door, glancing at the bed before looking at you with shy smile.
"Uh… I can take the floor. You should get the bed. You’ve had a tough day."
"Oh stop. We've both had a shit day."
Kenny nods but still wants to be a gentlemen. He doesn’t want to impose. He feels protective, but doesn’t want to seem pushy. As if he could ever come off that way.
You shake your head with a smile, knowing that Kenny would rather hurt himself before making someone he cares about uncomfortable.
At first, Kenny lies on the edge of the bed, determined to stay in his own space. He barely moves, afraid of accidentally brushing against you.
"Kenny, you're just making this more weird."
"Oh, okay."
"Just get closer."
He does as you say. Even letting you grab his arm and wrap it around you, making yourself the little spoon.
Surely now he would have to realise you like him, right?
𝑱𝒂𝒅𝒆 ⋆✴︎˚｡⋆
With all his genius-ness, he can be quite stupid really. Not picking up on the signs that you were trying to give him.
So you gave up on it. Maybe he did know but didn't see you the way you did him.
Until one night when everything turned into chaos. And the only thing on Jade's mind was making sure you were safe. Not that you knew any of that.
You two ended up in a tiny, cabin. One bed. One blanket, one goddamn pillow.
"Well, this is going to be cozy, isn't it?" You rubbed at your cheek and tried your hardest not to look at Jade. You were too tired to hear a quip. But a quip isn't what you heard.
"I won't lie. At least this is happening with you."
Jade's comment shocked you. He had never given you a compliment, let alone one like this.
Despite his bravado, Jade did have moments where he let you see a softer side of him. But he never ... became soft for you.
You didn't expect Jade to sleep anywhere else beside the bed - and he didn't think of it either.
Later in the night, when you playfully brought it up, he looked affronted.
"It's dusty down there!"
The barely double bed had been pushed up against the far wall. You had gotten in first, and Jade's large form followed suit.
You both lay on your backs'. Arms covering your own chests. Yet, your legs were closer than they should be. Touching, but neither one of you wanted to move.
Jade's voice spoke into the darkness.
"Alright, ground rules. Stay on your side, and we’ll get through this. No funny business." (Mostly trying to convince himself.)
You couldn't help but laugh.
"Don't worry Herrera. I'm not going to ravish you. Not here. Not my style."
You got one of Jade's pure laughs from that comment. And it sent your heart leaping. No one gets to hear his real, belly laugh.
You can't help but blush.
"Not my style either-" Jade lowered his voice "-but one day I might show you exactly what my style is."
𝑹𝒂𝒏𝒅𝒂𝒍𝒍 ⋆✴︎˚｡⋆
The feelings you had for each other were hidden.
Well, to each other...
Everyone else knew good and well that you two wanted one another but neither of you were game enough to say anything.
It was normal for you to spend time with Randall, you'd saved each other a few times - it was like currency here.
Today you had decided to take a walk around the woods. There wasn't much to do but you didn't care; you just liked being around Randall.
But something felt off. Well, more...off.
Randall had grabbed your arm and then they came. The creatures. It wasn't even dark, but they seemingly appeared out of nowhere.
With a smile still on their inhuman faces, they chased you to a small cabin that neither of you had seen before.
You both rushed inside, Randall opening the door and making you go first - he would never let those creatures get to you.
But once the realisation of the situation hit you both. You nearly stopped breathing.
A Talisman.
...was hanging on the wall next to the door...
You both looked at each other with astonishment.
"Fuck is this doing here?"
"Dunno, but I'm glad it is."
Looking around the small shelter, you noticed the one bed and sparse blankets. It was going to get cold tonight, there was no other choice then to get physically close. Scientifically and logically speaking.
Randall coughed, almost as if he was reading your thoughts.
He didn't want to make you feel uncomfortable, so he gives you an uncharacteristically kind offer—but in his gruff, Randall way.
"I’ll take the floor. But don’t expect me to be in a good mood tomorrow."
You huffed a laugh, and looked over at him. Randall was crouched down. He looked up at you in that moment and gave you a slight smile.
"When are you ever in a good mood, Randall?"
Whenever I'm with you. But those words wouldn't leave his lips. At least not tonight.
"C'mon, get in the bed," Randall looked at you and went red. "No I mean, you know-"
"Oh I will," you said in the most overly-seductive voice you could muster. "Only if you join me."
As the night goes on, and the room grows colder, Randall pulls you to him. You know he's asleep, and you let him. You've wanted this so badly, and for so long.
Randall's arms pull you against his chest. Fingers gripping onto your shirt, face against your hair.
You feel as if you could explode.
Slowly, you let your body relax into him. The cold was no longer a problem. But every now and then a twig would snap outside or whispering could be heard.
You clutched Randall tighter.
"It's okay. We're safe. You're safe," he whispers. And you could have jumped from the shock - you thought the asshole was asleep!
𝑬𝒍𝒍𝒊𝒔 ⋆✴︎˚｡⋆
He had told you to take the bed.
You rolled your eyes, kicked off your shoes and made a big show of how comfortable the bed was. Even though it wasn't in the slightest.
"Wow, I don't think I've been this comfortable since ... ever!"
"Oh, since ever - really?"
"Uh huh."
You wriggled and pulled the blankets up to your chin. Musty but dry, you looked at Ellis with raised eyebrows.
Leaning against the wall, with his arms crossed and a smirk on his face, you knew he knew what you were doing.
"Guess I'll just have this all to myself then...unless..."
"Oh, unless?"
"Unless there was also another weary traveller that needed somewhere warm and comfortable to lay for the night." You shrugged and threw back the blankets - an invitation for him to join you.
Ellis snorted, he always found you hilarious; it's one of the reasons why he has such big feelings for you. You just make him laugh. You lighten the load.
"Well, how could I not?" Slipping his shoes off and throwing the blankets over himself, he was shocked at how uncomfortable the bed was.
"You are a brilliant liar, you know that?" Ellis whispered, facing you.
"Well I wasn't going to let the Sheriff's son sleep on the cold floor during Winter," you whispered back.
"How chivalrous you are," his voice was low and gravelly.
Ellis looked at you with his perfect face, his stupid stupid perfect handsome face.
husband!daemon who wouldn't let you return from any trip alone. And I'm even talking about trips to the forest on horseback. He always wanted you to have a guard by your side to protect you in case of an emergency.
husband!daemon who would do anything for you. If necessary, he would start a war for you.
husband!daemon who, if he were at war, would always carry with him the ribbon he received from you to remember who he should return to
husband!daemon who would love to dance with you. And I'm not just talking about balls, but even in your room when the moon would float in the sky and you would gently dance in each other's arms.
husband!daemon who would love deep kisses. Whether he was jealous or happy, hot kisses with you would be one of his favorite things.
husband!daemon who wouldn't force you to have a child. If you told him you wanted to have a child with him, he'd be happy and grant your request. But if you weren't ready, he wouldn't pressure you. I also think that if someone at the family table brought up the topic of children and you weren't comfortable with it, Daemon would immediately end the conversation.
husband!daemon who would take you horseback riding in the forest. You would love it when you could gallop through the woods together, not worrying about anything, just enjoying the moment.
husband!daemon who would love to test you. And I'm saying that if he were talking to another woman, he'd deliberately grab her arm to see your face. You'd be furious and jealous, and he'd take advantage of that, laughing to himself, telling you later in the room how cute you are when you're nervous. Or at a family dinner, his hand would rest on your thigh, start to roll your dress up to your knees, and then start sliding his hand up the inside of your thigh.
husband!daemon who would be incredibly jealous of Criston. And by that I mean, Ser Criston would often want to connect with you and would offer you horseback rides. But you would refuse him, and if Daemon found out Criston was hitting on you, or worse, suggested a trip to the forest, I'm not sure Cole would survive that.
husband!daemon who would be a boor to everyone, but not to you. Oh, not to his lady, his woman, his wife. To you, he would be the most loving man you would ever meet.
They had an interesting dynamic in season 3, but I'm surprised they're not shipped much. It breaks my heart💔💔literally. They’re so good, think about it pls, I need more content hahah (However, at least this is not the case with the Soldierhughie, everything is even worse there)
And I also discovered this imbalance. Just listen.
BEING THE DOCTOR IN CHARGE OF TAKING CARE OF HOMELANDER
Watched all of the boys sighhhh oh baby homelander if only you were raised on the kent family farm
“My goodness, John, you are such a genius,” you say, clapping your hands together as you watch the little blond-haired wonder spell his own name with the alphabet blocks surrounding him. You were tasked with a simple job taking care of and monitoring the development of every supe baby within Vought’s compound laboratory. It’s not a very fitting nursery for children, but then again, they’re not children. They’re experiment little test subjects meant to be done with as you please and as you will.
If the children aren’t able to control their powers or themselves, they’re disposed of. If they’re moving too slowly in development, also disposed of. Most would think of this as heartless and cruel, but attachment is dangerous. You don’t want any connection to these children. They don’t belong to anyone. They’re experiments, and that is all.
“All right, how about you spell my name?” you coo in that soft, sing-song tone all children seem to love. Such simple creatures, yet capable of learning so much in under a minute. It’s fascinating how easily they put their trust in the first person who shows them kindness and warmth.
You watch John intently as he spells your name. He’s only three, yet his cognitive skills are remarkable for his age. He’s growing up fast, and he’s growing up skilled all thanks to your work. A small part of you feels proud, but forming attachments is something you can’t afford. You made that mistake once. You can’t make it again.
“Oh my, oh my, you are the smartest boy in the world, John!”
The little boy giggles at the praise, his wide gummy smile chilling and endearing all at once. A tiny tooth pokes out as he laughs. My cute baby, you think for a fleeting moment. A very cute baby. But that’s not what you’re here for.
He reaches out, making small grabby hands toward you. Most mothers would instinctively give in and scoop the child into a hug but you are not his mother, and you are not his savior. You slowly shift away. You should know better by now. Affection is unnecessary.
“No, no, no. Bad boy, John. What did I say about hugging? It’s not allowed.”
The poor thing’s smile drops, his lip wobbling as if he’s about to cry. But he knows better. Throwing tantrums only makes him cough and cry harder, so he holds it in.
“But you know what you can hug? You can hug Blanky as a reward.”
You smile down at him, handing him the soft, cozy, sky-blue blanket. Just an experiment. Just an experiment. Just an experiment.
Your heart thumps as you watch him nuzzle against the soft fabric, his little hands squeezing it like it’s everything he has.
Explicit/16+ - biting, blood kink, dry humping, cumming in pants, overstimulation, you're feral and Butcher loves it
You spilled a little water on the floor while doing the dishes. A simple, normal thing. Somehow Butcher even made that dirty.
You grabbed some paper towels when the water splashed back at you while scrubbing a particularly stubborn frying pan, getting down on your knees to mop it all up.
By the time you were finished, you turned around to see Butcher standing over you, arms crossed, smirk ever present.
You froze. He was making some smart-ass comment about you looking good from that angle, but all you could think was the same, about him.
Your eyes zeroed in on his arms, more precisely, the veins running over the muscle. Without thought, you pulled your bottom lip between your teeth, biting hard enough you almost bled.
"Y'alright, luv?" His voice pulled you back to the world "What, y'need somethin' t' bite onta'?"
You nodded, hands reaching out before you could stop yourself. Your palms hooked under the backs of his knees, knocking him down onto the floor with a thud.
"Oi! What the fuck was tha' for?!"
You didn't answer, moving on top of him in a second, teeth sinking down into his forearm, sucking and biting your ownership all over him.
He just stared, the pain stinging deliciously before he chuckled, his other arm against the floor, holding himself up.
"Y're just a feral lil thing, ain't 'cha?"
You nodded again, this time with your mouth over his skin.
He smirked, pleased with himself, and you of course.
Just as he opened his mouth to make another snide remark, you threw one of your legs over his, positioning yourself over him, grinding down without thinking.
You dragged your hips up and down his leg slowly at first, relieving the aching tension, before you got really desperate, rutting against him.
Your hand clambered to his pants, palming the considerable bulge in them.
His hand fisted in your hair, pressing you down harder, a metallic taste dancing over your tongue. Almost any other time, you would've checked to make sure he was okay, stopped yourself, something, but now? You couldn't care less, and neither could he.
You worked him up fast, the pain and pleasure mixing inside, hips bucking up to chase his high.
Somehow, you came in perfect time together, a wet mess spreading over both of you.
You kept going though, slower, edging both yourself and Butcher into blissful overstimulation, twitching pathetically.
"Fuck, luv" He let his head fall back against the tiles, breath coming in heavy "Makin' me feel like a damned teenager, cumming in m' pants an' all"
You finally pulled off, jaw starting to ache as you slid up, head resting against his shoulder.
"Mhm" You muttered hazily, licking your lips, teeth attaching to his neck now, lazy, comfortable.
"M' dumb little bunny" He hummed, arm wrapped around you, eyes flicking to the little dribbles of red as you spread it over his neck too, lips stained in him.
sometimes you forget just how big HUGHIE CAMPBELL is. out of all the boys, he’s the tallest, n for some reason you hadn’t really noticed how attractive he was until now. maybe it’s a personality change, maybe it’s character development, maybe you just like his new look - but something about him draws you to him like a moth to flame. he’s disarming, you don’t feel the threat you usually feel when being around men. you lightly bully him in a lighthearted way he tries to banter back appropriately. one day you just go for it n turn on the charm. you compare hand sizes, and your breath hitches at the sight of how he’s got a full knuckle over you - all while he doesn’t fully understand your fascination with it. you find any excuse to touch his arm, or politely giggle at one of his stupid jokes to the point where he kinda looks at you sideways for it. it’s only after butcher takes a big swig of his flask n tells hughie straight, “she fancies you, mate. might as well get a right shag ou’of it.” that he stutters out some weak protest and then hides in his room to devise a game plan. fortunately, he doesn’t have to arrange much because once you get it in your head you’re fucking tonight he doesn’t have much say in it. “oh, my god—oh, my god - oh, my god—oh,” he rambles, a horse cock you knew was hiding in the confines of his pants is now fully sheathed in you, ramming over n over again while you’ve thrown your legs over his shoulders. you’re folded in half while his long body is curved n hovering over you, big hands splayed on your ass like a bowl as he lifts your tailbone up to meet his hips, pushing a creamy ring out to string in his curly pubes. sweat beads on his forehead as he fights his endurance’s exhaustion to impress you, desperate to compare to whatever idea of him you probably have in your head. when you cup his face, his head feels so large in your hands, and when you kiss him, his tongue takes up half the space in your mouth. n that horse cock he’s slinging hurts when he gets all up in your lungs, but you like the sting.
