#i-land ej

[ejunkiet]

ej's adventures in romance: the good, the bad, the ugly

i've had kindle unlimited for the few months, and have been on a deep deep dive into all the recs from the romance genre that i can get my grubby little paws on. I've read.... many, many books. so many.

I've made a rec list of my new fave authors in the genre before, and this is not that. I'm just gonna list what I've read, by tropes, with ratings, and you can read my full reviews on goodreads. I've gone there. there are quite a few of the booktok hits here, because they came up on rec lists, and I'm gonna give my honest opinions on them okay. my goodreads!

Before we get down and dirty, have my actual recs from the last month: Heather Guerre remains a diamond in the rough, although she can now be joined by a further two authors: Kathyrn Moon (smutty RH queen) and Zoey Draven, a surprise last minute entry that doesn't shy away from darker themes, but handles them maturely.

other recs are the obvious: Talia Hibbert, Katee Roberts, and our very own @dominimoonbeam (whose book Doors I've been reccing a LOT lately, as I love it so much, and the sequel will be out soon >:3)

Okay. lets do this. this gets long, be warned. >:3

the "grovel" trope

books where the MMC fucks up and tries to make up for their mistakes. a good read where you get a healthy dose of angst and then a lot of making up for it. can be a great cathartic read.

Cate C. Wells has a whole series dedicated to this, "the five packs", one of which I already recommended as a guilty pleasure: the lone wolf's rejected mate". Now look, these books are ridiculous, the worldstate is terrible, each pack is a dude fest that reeks of misogyny, but they're pretty fun. I've read book 1 and book 3. I want to stab the MMC of book 1 with a rusty spork. you can skip it.

the lone wolf's rejected mate however is a ride, with a broken MMC who rejects his soulmate because he thinks he's too broken (literally, his wolf tries to kill her), and then they get captured, save each other, and he builds her a treehouse, yada yada. mind the content warnings, but if you want to read something OTT that basically epitomises the craziness that is the PNR and "grovel" romance genre, read this, and hold onto your butts.

the paranormal romance genre: shifters, vampires and more

Heather Guerre's books. okay, so actual recs. She focuses on characters from working class backgrounds with a sprinkle of the paranormal thrown in, everyone is over the age of 25 (thank god, most are in their 30s), and she can really write. I won't tag Eeshley again, but the "Tooth and Claw" series was their rec and *chefs kiss*. this is still the self-published romance genre, so these books could use an editor/polish, but honestly, I'm a big fan of her writing, and have picked up all her books. (her contemporary romance is also excellent.)

post-apocalyptic trope

Claire Kent's books. Imagine Joel from the last of us as a book series. I've only read Last Light so far, which is the prequel to a longer series that explores life in america 5+ years after an asteroid collides with western europe, causing global environmental catastrophes. I'm not 100% sold on her world building, but this is a romance novel, and the way she writes the characters and their relationships are human and organic, and the most realistic I've come across so far. the world state is the walking dead, with evil biker gangs that rape and pillage. i'm assuming this is an american thing, but can't comment on what it'd be like in the UK considering we no longer exist, due to aforementioned asteroid collision. probably for the best.

omegaverse and reverse harem tropes

yeah, I thought omegaverse was just a fanfic thing too. it's not, and it is super prevalent in het romance. it was never really my thing in fanfic, and the fact it is not a shifter thing was very surprising to me, as knots/packs/heat/rut still exist, but it's just humans with animalistic traits. I kept on waiting for the motorcycle gang in 'baby and the late night howlers' to turn into wolves, and they never did.

So Kathryn Moon writes some delicious reverse harem books. I read the first of monsterfucker series 'a lady of rooksgrave manor' years ago, and liked it, although there wasn't enough plot for me to continue. she writes excellent smut. Seriously, just really, really good smut. BIG FAN. I've been making my way through her 'Sweetverse' series, which has more connections and actual relationships between the characters, and polymances, and I recommend starting with Lola + the millionaires, if you can handle a little omegaverse. mind the content warnings, this is a book about recovering from trauma, which happened in the first book (baby's book, although offscreen. Lola has a lot of flashbacks in italics.)

Otherwise, you can stick with the monsterfucker books! I bought her latest monster series off of regular kindle, instead of KU, and I'm really excited to read it hehehe

"mars need more women" and "fated mate" tropes

hehehe okay HERE WE GO. these books are all about women ending up on planets where due to some sort of cataclysmic event - disease, mostly - 80% of the female population of the planet has died. now as we're not here for angst, the arrival of these women are usually due to some other species abducting them, and they are then "rescued" or recovered after a crash on metaphorical mars, which needs a better sex ratio to ensure the survival of the species.

this trope is coupled with "fated mate" tropes, where basically the rescued/recovered women end up with a devoted alien husband, who yearns until he can win her over (we're all about consent here folks)

the ice planet barbarians series by ruby dixon. this is basically na'vi aliens that crashlanded on an ice planet 250 odd years ago, and have made it their home, living in tribal colonies. to survive in this planet's toxic atmosphere, they've taken in a native parasite called a 'khui' which helps their bodies adapt to the climate and atmosphere. the women in the books also receive the same parasite to survive (they're given the choice), and this is the basis of the "mate bonds" formed throughout the series.

now book 1 is a rocky start, and the weakest of the series. I nearly put it down because of the first 20 pages. you can skip the first 20 pages. it basically recounts the abduction of the women from their home planet, and mistreatment by their captors (tw for sexual assault of a side character, not explicit). the ship malfunctions, and the women "cargo" are dropped onto the ice planet, where they are found by the not-na'vi, who are called sa-khui, because of the parasite.

now the rest of the series is about adapting to life on an alien planet, understanding the culture of the sa-khui, and gaining a devoted alien hubby. look, I read four books in a week. they're fun, they're exciting, the smut is good, and it's an easy read. it's also written by an experienced and practiced author, as the topics are handled maturely, it doesn't take itself too seriously, and it has great representation.

(one of my favourite books in the series, book 7, is centred around Lilah, who was born deaf and had a cochlear implant that was surgically removed during the abduction. the book focuses on her struggling to adapt to life on the planet, aided by a sa-khui that rescues her and learns ASL to communicate, and it's an excellent read okay)

I'd say read book 1 (maybe skipping first 20 pages, or even to part 2) for context, read book 2 (my favourite of the series omg), and then pick and choose from there!! I've read 1,2,4,7, and I'm gonna end up coming back for more hehehe.

"choosing theo" is another in this genre, but it didn't quite vibe with me. it leans into the 'rescued human ends up on a planet that needs women for propagation', with a matriarchal society where the men go to husbandry school to learn how to please women, and all residents of the planet are required to participate in three month long marriages to try to find potential mates to propagate the species. the premise is a fun one, but the first book is not the strongest, and I didn't continue from there. (another rusty spork for the MMC...)

dothraki in space trope

we're at the end of my trope list! I liked the ice planet barbarian series a lot, and I'd kept on seeing the Horde Kings of Dakkar by Zoey Draven recommended, and they are good. (thank you woofs >:3) think dothraki from GoT in space; humans live in small, poorly maintained colonies on the Dakkar planet, where they aren't allowed to hunt or damage the earth. offenses are punishable by death. these books lean into the captive trope, and handle the issues of the worldstate and navigating cultural differences super well, with a heavy dose of consent and BAMF heroines that rise up to their situation and make a place for themselves in their new (objectively better) lives.

i'm on book two now, and I love the maturity in the characters and the writing (which I did not find in 'choosing theo'), and they're an excellent romp. fantastic rec, really glad I picked this up >:3

am I finally going to take a break from my reading binge now? I keep on saying I will, and then not doing that ahahahaha. my kindle library is still stuffed full, mainly with other books from my fave authors above, but also some nice space horror to round it off.

next on my list is gonna be either 'Haunt, Heart, Havoc', a horror romance that I've been meaning to read forever, or 'Dead silence', which is aliens meets titanic in space. >:3 if you read all of this, KUDOS TO YOU, have a lovely sunday ahahaha!

[winteringdream]

hi!!Can i please request ej with angst. 3 and fluff. 7? Something like enemies to lovers or smth i dont know haha i havent seen annuthing for him yet. Have a great day!

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"why are you awake right now?" "please just kiss me already"

p. ej × gn!reader n. yoo i had so much fun writing this even tho this is more onesided enemies to lovers bc ej is too kind from my pov . 100+ event

you carefully close the front door of your house to avoid waking anyone up. your phone tells you it's 2:15 right now, not that you cared how late it was.

you just needed some time alone and your lack of sleepiness resulted in going out at 2 am. the neighborhood you live in wasn't dangerous at all, it was quiet, with almost everyone being in bed by 11 pm.

deciding to head to the convenience store first you are surprised to meet ej on your way. you disliked ej a lot. how evil he could be when competing against you.

your parents and his parents were college friends and knew eachother really well. naturally, they thought the two of you would get along. but no, it's also their fault that you don't get along with him. how could you when they bring up academics everytime both of you are around?

ej was better and sometimes you even felt like your parents liked him more than they liked you. maybe that was the worst part of it all.

he was loved or at least liked by everyone around him, why couldn't he leave you alone as well?

"why are you awake right now?" he asks. his hands are in the pockets of his sweatpants and he is wearing a dark green hoodie. even at night his face wears the kind look.

"i could ask you the same thing," you reply, "just leave me alone and we can both act like we didn't meet eachother."

you didn't realise he was also on his way to the convenience store. you angrily walk behind him, a distance between the two of you.

"i can't stand you," you hiss at him when the two of you meet in the same aisle. why was it that the two of you got pulled together wherever you went?

you eye ej as he sits down on the bench you are sitting on. he doesn't seem to care that you are glaring at him.

"why do you hate me?"

"because my parents compare us even though they know you are the better child,"

ej stays silent and you can hear the wind howling. you take a sip of the cold drink in your hands.

you thought this was the end of the conversation, but ej continues talking after thinking about what to say.

"is that why you hate me so much? if i am being honest, my parents say the same thing about you. how you are more determined, more mature and even though i do better in school you do better from their point of view." he confesses with a sigh. it was your parents and his that made the two of you hate eachother.

"i like you, and sometime i wish that i could be even just a little bit like you. maybe then, my parents would stop talking about you." he continues.

"you like me?" you ask surprised. your way of coping with the comparing was hatred and envy towards ej. his way of coping was the opposite, it was admiration and envy towards you.

"so can you please stop hating me because it is killing me knowing that you hate me." he utters. you're taken aback by the situation, ej wishing for you to stop hating him? you had always thought he hated you as well.

ej looks at you with hope, hoping you would realise how much he likes you. luckily you get the hint and you shyly look away.

"please just kiss me already," you mumble, your head turned away from him. ej's eyes widen at your comment and stands up to sit on your other side.

he smiles brightly and happily before he meets his lips with yours. his heart is about to burst out of his chest. how he wished for the kiss to last forever.

[kpopmultifan]

[J-Pop] HYBE Labels Japan’s upcoming new boy group debut project “&AUDITION - The Howling” has released teaser images of I-LAND alums (and confirmed group members) K, Nicholas, EJ, & Taki. “&AUDITION - The Howling” is scheduled to being on July 9th.

[ujunxverse]

ej likes green day..........

[roseangelxfuma]

euijoo masterlist

valentine’s (love song)

[andteam-archive]

EJ

[ I-LAND ]

[doyunhos]

if anyone saw how big i was smiling when niki and taki got into i-land part.2 they would think something is seriously wrong with me

[andteamo-ot9]

&TEAM

OT4 - I-LAND

[ae-xoshidae]

I'm watching I-land because I've been enjoying enhypen's music a lot lately and thought I should try getting to know them. Currently on ep 2, and the way this survival works it feels like I'm watching an idol AU of Lord of The Flies. And worse of all, I really can't stand Niki rn but he's a debuted member so please, tell me he gets better /gen

[kthecutest]

&team reaction to their s/o sitting on their lap?

-for the first time, while they’re alone in the room :)

(ot9 if u comfortable with it, also, obviously sfw!!!)

✧˚ &team reaction to you sitting on their lap ༊*·˚

Pairing ➳ &Team members x gn!reader Genre ➳ Fluff ₍⑅ᐢ..ᐢ₎ A/N ˏˋ°•*⁀➷ This was really fun to make! ૮₍ ˶ᵔ ᵕ ᵔ˶ ₎ა

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K : Literally pulled you deeper into his huge chest. Your eyes widen from his action but before you could even turn around to say something, he hugged you tight with his right arm, that was huge enough to wrap your entire body in one swing. “Is my baby finally brave enough to sit on my lap~?” – a teasing chuckle followed as he whispered in your ears that got your entire face reddening. It’s been a while since you’ve wanted to sit on K’s huge lap, it seemed like such a comfortable seat to you personally, but you can’t deny that you were too shy. K knew you too well, but he wanted you to come to him on your own so he stayed quiet. He made sure to reassure you that it was totally fine to do so when you finally managed to let your intrusive thoughts win.

Fuma : Would stiff up subtly as soon as he felt your weight on his lap. It was just a normal evening, Fuma was focused on his game, headphones attached to him, his friend yelling incoherent words from the other line. You took this chance to try out something. You sneakily kept your closure to his figure sitting on the gaming chair before taking the opportunity to launch yourself on him. He was definitely shocked and it was obvious he lost focus from the game from the very start. When you started squirming on top of him though, he’ll hold you by the waist, still all your movements – “honey, stay still, I need to focus” That’s when you notice, your subtle little attempt wasn’t all that subtle.

Nicholas : The fastest person to make your existence on his lap known. Would straight up call you out and tease you about it. He would dwell on that little action of yours for weeks while completely teasing you about it nonstop. He’d spin you around, making you face him and look you straight in the eyes with a  smug look on his face – “I see someone’s let their intrusive thoughts take over” You pouted at him, gesturing that you’re getting off immediately, refusing to take his tease but you’re only met with a tight pull at your waist and a sweet strawberry flavored kiss to your lips.

Ej : Would stiff up very evidently and even started squirming around at one point. Honestly, it ain’t even on purpose, he truly wanted to keep his reaction subtle but he’s just still got a lot more to learn from Fuma hyung apparently. He’d stiffen up so much to the point you would even notice, stilling his breathing while the air is caught in his throat as he struggled to find a certain distraction to keep him calm. You’d let out a chuckle when you found his entire face reddening and sweating. “Stop laughing~ you’re the one who started this..” – he spoke in a sulky tone as you kept chuckling at him. This little blushy tangerine didn’t even gave you a chance to blush first.

Yuma : The literal tease. But not as teasing as K. As soon as he felt your body heat on his lap, he’ll turn his head straight to your direction in the most obvious way. Will start squishing your cheeks and babying you, smiling like a cheeky kid inside from how happy he is. “Awww look at you so adorable on my lap~!” You grabbed him by his collar, landing a soft kiss on his lips to shut him up. And as expected, he’s content with your little payment, pulling you back into a deeper kiss just as bonus payment~

Jo : The ‘I did noticed’ but nonchalant one. Obviously the sudden warmth he felt on his lap wasn’t just to his imagination, especially when you started squirming around, disturbing his view of the book in his right arm. Out of nowhere, you felt a huge palm pinning down both your arms while pulling you closer to lean against him. “If you wanna have a seat.. stay still.” You’d panic a bit now that you noticed he knew but soon you came to a sense of comfort, on his warm lap, tightly wrapped cozily by his arm.

Harua : The Uno Reverse Card user. Would start squirming as soon as he felt your weight on him. Trying to keep it subtle but poor bunny boy can’t help that he was obviously a bit more petite compared to other group members and this applied to his strength and endurance as well. Finally had enough and gets up, pushing you up a bit before seating you back down. Then the most unexpected thing happens, he sat right on your lap as you looked at him with widen eyes. “Don’t mind me~” – speaking in a sassy tone as he started scrolling through his phone while you kept giving him side eyes.

Taki : He’s the ultimate mixture of Yuma and Harua. Don’t expect for this boy to let you get a free seat on him unless there’s a payment method. And his payment isn’t a simple sweet little kiss, no. It’s actually you allowing him to practically do the same to you whenever he wants. You want to sit on his lap? That’s okay but you’ll also have to let him sit on your lap. But you weren’t one to know this system beforehand, taking it as a free chance for a free seat when you caught him, legs crossed on the bed, focused on his phone screen. It’s only when you’ve taken a seat, which you knew you were now in deep trouble – “Oh~ seems like my cutie fell for my trap~”

Maki : The literal gentleman. He maybe the maknae and he maybe a tease but he’s definitely far off from the other group members when it comes to teasing. He barely teases you, because most of the time all you get is princess treatment. Would be completely comfortable with your sudden action, even resting his head on your shoulder to make you feel closer and more cozy with him. But then his sudden worry would click in his head. You could feel the soft warm breath of this gentle boy in the crook of your neck, when he spoke in a worry but gentle tone – “Had a bad day, love?”

[lordprettyflackotara]

noise || hoody

SMUT. MINORS DNI. 18+. remember when i talked about this hoody fic 509 years ago? yeah here it is. also yeS i am aware masky & hoody belong to marble hornets this is the only time im going to address this💀 we are in 2024 in this fandom WE KNOW. anyways enjoy !! <3

If there was anything you could’ve changed about your life, you had a particular decision in mind.

Being a desperate college student for cash, babysitting and dog walking wasn’t paying the off the debt you were accumulating.

You had scoured Craigslist, confident that there would be an odd job you’d be able to accomplish for quick cash.

Looking back you wish you had known quick cash wouldn’t come easy.

A posting offering $5k a week fell into your lap about a week later. The details seemed easy enough. The ability to clean an older mansion, whilst keeping the identities of the multiple infamous residents that resided there a secret seemed like a piece of cake.

What the posting didn’t list, was that the infamous residents were unhinged killers. Some of which you couldn’t even categorize as human.

It also didn’t list that your position would be residing in the mansion, permanently.

Being a maid in the Slenderman mansion was, in lack of better words: fucking terrifying.

The residents operated at odd hours. No matter what time you cleaned, you always received the displeasure of running into someone.

The longer you stayed, the longer paranoia began to settle in. Ben Drowned, the poster of the Craigslist ad, was a perv. You learned to stray away from electronic devices he could peep his head through. Jeff the killer, one of the most unhinged, had a short temper. He was one of the first ones to opt out of having his room cleaned by you, a decision you silently praised after walking by and seeing how filthy it was.

The next to opt out with a demonic creature named Eyeless Jack, one who specifically requested you stay out of his medical lab. Given all of the blood and goop you had mopped up at this point, a fear of being eaten led you to offering to clean it regardless. EJ knew you wouldn’t be able to handle it, given his ‘hobbies’ were the most gore filled of the mansions residents. It didn’t surprise him when you left the lab green, puking immediately in a bucket he had placed beside the door for you.

The other members whose names you were obligated to memorize, Jane, Clockwork, Jason the something maker, all were rarely home. You learned to steer clear of Jason’s workshop, the dolls he made often speaking to you as if they had souls. The only three other residents who lived in the mansion full time (minus its owner), were what you learned to be proxies. These proxies, two of them at least, seemed to be human just like you.

Ticci Toby’s mortality was still up in the air for you. He once had tripped and fallen after you had mopped the floors, landing on the marble face first. He got up like nothing happened, giggling to himself about ‘how wet you made the floor’. After observing him throw axes in the training room, you decided to steer clear of him.

Masky seemed to be the trio’s leader, his face consistently hidden behind a doll resembling mask. He avoided you like the plague, skipping the formalities and acting as if you didn’t exist. You never asked questions, not knowing how long anyone had truly been here. But Masky in particular seemed a bit older than everyone, when you accidentally stumbled upon him coming home late one night from a mission. His nose was trailing blood, his mask broken in half. You ensured to avoid eye contact, but extended a wet washcloth to him so he could attend to his nose.

After that your dynamic remained the same for the most part. Except when both of you occupied a room together, neither of you made an effort to beeline to the door.

Hoody was the last proxy, the one that made you more at ease than the others. Hoody had spoken a grand total of maybe ten words to you, introducing himself and Masky before dashing out of the back door. The only time you really saw him was when you cleaned his room, the man doing a poor job of pretending to read magazines while you cleaned. Other than that, you only caught glimpses of the proxies when they came home in the late hours of the night from missions.

Most of the time they were soaked in blood. In a couple of odd occasions you had to assist them in carrying one another up to Eyeless Jack’s medical lab. You couldn’t figure out why the proxies were here, two humans not seeming to fit in with the rest of misfits that resided here. You had no idea soon enough you’d be up close and personal.

Late night was when you preferred to clean, most of the killers away from the mansion and out hunting. The existence of the residents here only existed because of their dedication to keep their identities a secret. Night time was the perfect cover, for them and for you. You were leaning over the kitchen sink, scrubbing at a particular stubborn pot when you heard the back door open. You tried very hard not to stare, not wanting to gain unwanted attention.

You glanced up briefly, catching a glance of Toby’s and Masky’s familiar figures as they trudged upstairs. “He cost us that fucking mission, Slender’s gonna be so pissed off,” Masky growled, rounding the corner of the kitchen. Toby trailed behind him, an axe dripping blood slung over his shoulder. “Y-yeah, what w-w-was he thinking?!” Toby exclaimed, his stuttering something you had grown accustomed to. You noted Hoody’s absence, your eyebrows raising as you returned your gaze to the pot.

The sound of doors slamming echoed through out the other wise quiet mansion, the silence fulfilling you with some sort of ease. It didn’t take long for the final proxy to stumble into frame, his hand cupping his face. You weren’t forbidden from interacting with the mansions residents, your urge to help sweeping over you. Hoody was awkwardly stumbling, immediately leaning onto you for support as you helped him stay standing.

“I got it,” He huffed. His usual ski mask was half raised, the bottom half of his face revealed to you for the first time. His chin and upper lip had surprisingly clean cut facial hair, kept to a minimum. You guided him around the counter, helping him sit onto the kitchen counter by the sink. Hastily he shoved his yellow hood off of his head, yanking the ski mask off with it. You were surprised a normal human being stared back at you, a large gash sliced across his cheek.

“Jesus Christ,” You muttered. You grabbed a clean wash cloth, running it under cold water. “Didnt ask for your commentary doll,” Hoody said dryly. You swallowed, wringing out the excess water. You could’ve done what you did with Masky, handing him the washcloth and wishing him a silent farewell. But instead you didn’t. “Sorry,” You mumbled. You craved human contact, any kind of human contact. Brushing off your skirt you stepped in between his legs, leaning forward.

You were careful to avoid eye contact, focusing on dabbing the wound. Hoody silently winched under the feeling, inhaling through his teeth. As gently as you could you dabbed away the blood. “Do you want me to get EJ?” You asked. Hoody’s face was stone cold, from what you could see out of the corner of your eye anyways. “Dont bother, i’m sure he’s sick of patching us up all the time,” He grumbled. The wound didn’t look deep, just very long. Thankfully most of the blood was gone, the rest of his face covered in specs of dry blood (that you presumed to not be his) and dirt.

Turning on the sink you washed out the washcloth, the crimson paint drifting off down the drain with the water. You then returned to Hoody, wiping off his face. You weren’t sure what compelled you to be so compassionate, Hoody’s eyes fluttering shut. He took a deep breath, his shoulders seemingly relaxing. You were gentle of course, not wanting to piss the killer in front of you off. But even Hoody knew your action wasn’t callous.

Once you were done you awkwardly stepped aside, putting the rag in the sink. “You want a cig?” Hoody asked. He dug in his jeans, pulling out a beat up cigarette box. “Is this your way of showing gratitude?” You asked. The man in front of you smiled, extending you the box. “This right here is the only kind of buzz you’re getting around here doll,” He explained, allowing himself to half smile. You had never smoked a cigarette before, nor had you really planned on it. Not like it mattered now.

You put one to your lips like people did in movies, watching Hoody do the same. He pulled out a lighter, flicking it and igniting the end of his cigarette. You leaned forward, watching Hoody attempt to flick the lighter again. The flame refused to ignite, the sight of small sparks making him sigh. “Masky always takes the good lighters,” He muttered. He inhaled his cigarette, blowing the smoke to the right. You found the gesture of attempting to not violate you with smoke a little sweet.

“Well I appreciate the offer. I’ve never smoked a cigarette anyways,” You admit. Hoody shook his head. “That just won’t do then. Put it to your lips and stay still,” He ordered. You did as instructed, watching him lean closer to you. His fingers went under your chin, keeping your head held high. You felt your face beginning to burn, the end of his cigarette lighting yours as you inhaled. You both avoided each others gazes, until the second he began to back away.

For a brief moment you shared eye contact, searching each other’s eyes. For what? You didn’t know. You properly inhaled, coughing immediately. “You guys like this stuff?” You asked in between coughs, continuing to choke. Hoody nonchalantly took another drag of his, watching you struggle. “It’ll grow on you, trust me. I didn’t like it at first either,” He confessed. Once you regained strength in your lungs you properly stood up. Hoody remained seated on the kitchen counter, with you standing beside him.

“How long have you been here?” You asked curiously. You were stepping over a hundred boundaries, ones you could die for if you stepped over the line too far. “A while,” Hoody answered honestly. You took another drag of your cigarette, the taste of tobacco growing on you. “How long are you going to be here?” Hoody countered. You exhaled, glancing back at the proxy. He had exhaled through his nose, boldly making eye contact with you.

“A while.”

You found the courage to turn around, facing him fully. “You aren’t lonely?” You asked. Hoody gave you a smile, tossing the bud of his cigarette into the nearby trashcan. “I am, are you?” He asked curiously. You followed his lead, tossing the bud of the cigarette into the trashcan. If it set the kitchen on fire, it wouldn’t be the worst thing to happen. “Yeah I am,” You admit. Hoody slid off of the counter, his tall height towering over you.

“Do you uh, wanna change that?” He asked. For a killer who had a victims blood splattered across his face moments ago, he seemed so awkward. You wondered how long it had been since he had been with a woman. How long would it be before you could be with a man again? “Please,” You sighed. Hoody kissed you just as rough as you expected, both of you melting into the other. Both of you were undeniably needy, touch depraved and lonely. You were sure this was forbidden for both of you but as his tongue slid into your mouth, you just couldn’t find it within yourself to care.

“Call me Brian but only when it’s us, okay? Thats not who I am anymore but that’s who I want to be with you, okay?” Hoody asked. You nodded, the normal name bringing your comfort. Brian’s hand snaked down your waist, squeezing and kneading at the flesh of your ass. You whimpered into his mouth, the sound only making him harder. There was no telling how much longer you’d be around, the residents of the mansion unhinged enough to snap at any moment.

You couldn’t fully undress here and going upstairs was out of the question. “This has to be quick, we can’t get caught,” You whispered. Brian nodded, slipping his hand up your skirt. He rubbed against your wet cunt, your panties preventing any further stimulation. Brian had zero control over his life but he did right here, right now. You had no control over yours either, the decision to fuck each other to release steam the only free will decision either of you could make. You palmed him through his jeans, his cock practically busting through the fabric.

He guided you to the counter, grabbing the sides of your panties and yanking them down to your ankles. He shoved them into his pocket for what you thought to be safe temporary keeping. But Brian had other ideas.

“Fuck, please, wanna feel you Brian,” You whispered, trying hard to not groan loudly. Brian quickly undid his belt bringing his lips back to yours. It had been so long since he had kissed anyone, your soft lips driving him mad. It wasn’t long before his cock was at your entrance, awkwardly shuffling with his jeans at his ankles. He fell a bit backwards, causing you to laugh. “Fucking hell, sorry-” He began apologizing. You giggled, hopping off of the counter.

You brought him fully to the ground, pushing his back against the oven. “This might work better,” You replied, lowering yourself down onto his cock. Brian’s cock felt like heaven, your mouth falling open. Both of you let out a sigh of relief. You had no way to masturbate, no way to possibly release the stressful tension building inside of you. As you pressed your forehead against Brian’s, you realized that this was what you got. This was your outlet.

Brian’s gloved hands met your waist, helping you roll your hips. You let out a loud groan, one of his hands flying to your mouth. “Shh, you can’t make any noise,” Brian warned, your inability to stay composed only making him more hot and bothered. He took control, guiding your hips to ride him at a pace that worked for both of you. You were as wet as a virgin, your body yearning for more as Brian abused your g spot. Your sinful moans were muffled by his gloved hand, his other attempting to guide you.

He brought himself close to your ear. “If you wanna get off, you’re gonna have to ride me by yourself mkay? Do that and i’ll play with that pretty clit of yours doll,” He huffed, trying to control his own noises. You nodded yes profusely, trying to concentrate on grinding your hips against his. With his spare hand he found your clit, drawing sloppy circles around it. For a brief moment he was worried about his ‘skills’ not having slept with a woman in years. Whether he was good or bad at it, you didn’t appear to give a shit. You were still a panting mess, your hair sticking to your forehead from sweat.

Your walls clenched tighter around Brian as you felt yourself closer to euphoria, your eyes fluttering shut. With your forehead pressed to his you pawed at his hoodie, grabbing handfuls as your orgasm washed over you. Your sinful noises were muted by Brian’s hand, the muffled sounds music to his ears that he had made you feel that good. Your walls fluttering around him triggered his own orgasm, his cum flooding inside of you. He dropped his hand from your mouth, both of you taking a moment to breathe.

In a moment of true loneliness you leaned against Brian’s shoulder, ignoring the faint smell of dried blood and sweat. Unsurely Brian stroked your hair, trying to remember if that was comforting or not. He licked his dry lips, a bold question on the tip of his tongue.

“You wanna share a cigarette again tomorrow?”

[just-a-creep-babe]

After Party

Carrie (OC) x EJ NSFW

Commissioned by @xiiideadroses — thank you so very much darling, I hope you enjoy!! <33

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It wasn’t Jack’s ideal way to spend an evening

But when Sally had found him on his way to the library, already all fancied up with her princess makeup on and everything, he knew he wouldn’t have the heart to say no to her

Which meant he’d just have to wait some other time to catch up on his readings

He didn’t expect it to be all that bad, anyways

Depending on who else attended Sally’s tea parties, they could actually be, well, fun

And, at the very least, they really only lasted a few hours max—which meant he could still return to his studies afterward, if he really wanted to

Or, at least, that’s what he thought—until the very moment he walked into Sally’s playroom and saw her

Why did it have to be her, of all people?

And only her?

She looks up when she hears people coming in, those long white lashes fluttering over her ghastly eyes, and as soon as her gaze lands on him, that signature grin stretches over her lips

Fuck, he thinks, there goes his relaxing evening—gone for certain, at this point

“Aww, look at that, lil’ Jackie’s joining our party? How adorable~”

She wastes no time greeting him, leaning forward to rest her chin in her palms as she does

He resists the urge to huff

Deep down, he knows she shouldn’t take her comments too seriously; she just wants to get a rise out of him—purely for her own entertainment

But every single time, without fail, he can’t help but fall for it, playing right into her hands like he’s her fucking puppet, of all things

Sally says something about her party, something about needing to fetch more guests, but Jack’s only half paying attention

He’s too distracted by Carrie, by that mischievous look in her eyes, by those ulterior motives she’s undoubtedly harboring

Carrie, on the other hand, is savoring every second of the whole exchange

When Sally leaves and she’s left alone with Jack, she's even all the more pleased

Something about getting under the demon’s skin—the demon of whom which is usually so calm and composed, so confidently put together—is always so wonderfully satisfying

Especially when it leads to more between the two afterward

“Y'know, it's a shame you couldn’t dress up for the occasion," she says with a tilt of her head, "Everyone else put more effort into their outfits than that”

She gestures loosely to his clothes, to his simple black tee and back jeans

Truthfully, it's not that he looks bad in what he's wearing—quite the opposite, actually; the way the fabric of his shirt hugs his body is absolutely mouth-watering

But the comment gives her the perfect excuse to shamelessly and openly appreciate his well-built form with little to no consequence

And she's reminded of what he looks like naked, and the memory has her thighs involuntarily cinching together

Her comment, at the same time, gets him to notice what she’s wearing, too

The various accessories adorning her figure complement her gothic white dress just perfectly—and the deep-plunging necklace accentuates the low-cut neckline of her dress even further

All of it, of course, eventually pulls his eyes down to her cleavage, where his gaze lingers a split second longer than it should, longer than it’s supposed to

Carrie snickers, and when the sound snaps him out of it, he looks away with a disgruntled scoff

God, he’s way too much fun to toy with, Carrie thinks with a pleased hum

Before she can say anything else to tease him, Sally walks back in, hugging a brown bear plushie to her chest

She sits the stuffed toy next to Jack, and then she takes her own seat next to Carrie and immediately launches into a discussion about the made-up drama of her imaginary friends

Jack tries to pay attention and indulge in her play date, he really does

But it’s damn near impossible when Carrie's right in front of him, smiling that wicked grin like she’s just obviously up to something

And try as he might to ignore her, the snide comments she keeps slipping in are just utterly infuriating—to the point where he can't block them out, even despite his best efforts

It also doesn't help that every time he shoots her a glare, his sight always seems to fall back down to her cleavage, which distracts him from just about everything else in the room even more

And Carrie, of course, always seems to notice—and always looks so damn smug about it too

It's like she's just begging to be put back into her place again

The tension between the ghost and the demon mounts until it grows damn near unbearable

When Jack realizes he needs to leave or he'll absolutely lose it, he stands abruptly, trying to cover his groin as discreetly as possible, and he makes up some excuse about having to go—now

"Wha?" Sally interjects, looking up at him with her best pleading puppy-dog eyes, "But I'm not done with the story"

Jack clears his throat, muttering an apology, and without waiting for an answer, he turns and leaves as quickly as possible

Smirking knowingly, Carrie sets her empty teacup down and addresses Sally, who's resorted to pouting with her little brows furrowed and her bottom lip sticking out in an exaggerated frown

"It's ok, Sally, I think he's just in a bad mood," she explains, "Let me go check up on him to see if everything's alright, yeah?"

She stands, but when she notices that Sally looks even more upset, she pauses, then adds, "Y'know, now that I think about it... I think I overheard Masky saying that he hasn't gotten a makeover in so long, he's just dying to get one"

With a mischievous smirk, she continues, "Why don't you get the makeup from my guest bedroom and make his wish come true?"

Hearing permission to rummage through Carrie's makeup supply, Sally immediately perks up

"Really? He said that??"

"Of course he did," Carrie lies with an easy, gentle smile, "tell him Carrie says hi while you're giving him that makeover—and don't forget to take a picture when you're done!"

With an excited squeal, Sally vanishes in an instant, leaving a pleased Carrie behind

"Perfect," she hums to herself

Knowing exactly where to go, Carrie makes her way to Jack's room

She doesn't bother knocking, doesn't even bother announcing her presence as she opens the door, lets herself in, and shuts it behind her with a satisfying click

"You're fucking unbearable, you know that?"

Jack's growl is the first thing she hears as she walks in, but she pays it no mind

Instead, she purposefully ignores him as she makes her way to his full-length mirror, and begins removing her jewelry

"Well? You gonna fucking answer me?"

She hears him stand, and then she sees him through her lack of reflection

He's already taken his shirt off, his muscles taut and rippling beneath his ashen skin, and his pants are undone to relieve some pressure from his very obvious hard-on

The sight has her biting her lip, her lower stomach already clenching in anticipation, but she doesn't let anything on

Instead, she takes out the clips in her hair, letting her long locks fall freely around her shoulders, and she can see the way he clenches his fists at his sides as she does so—like he's trying to hold himself back from doing something dangerous

At this point, she's playing with fire and she knows it, but she's having too much fun to stop

Still ignoring him, she reaches for the back of her dress, her fingers brushing against the zipper to tug it down

And when she, inevitably, can't properly reach it, only then does she speak

“You just gonna stand there and watch, or are you gonna come help me out with this?”

He huffs, the sound like a low growl, but he doesn't argue

She feels the heat of his body against her backside as he approaches, and then she can freely admire every inch of him from the convenience of the mirror as he moves

His fingers are long, slender and agile as he tugs the zipper all the way down to her lower back

She tries not to shiver as his touch brushes against her skin, tracing the expanse of her back from her spine to her neck, where her baby hairs stand stiff at his attention

"Aw, what's wrong?" he asks, and his voice somehow sounds deeper, more gravelly than it did moments ago, but maybe that's only because he's murmuring inches from her neck, “Nothing snarky left to say?~”

Not yet willing to submit so easily to him, she snorts, turns around to face him, and lets her dress fall from her shoulders to give him the full view of her bare chest

He takes in an audible breath at the sight, and even though it's not the first time he sees her like this, it still renders him speechless just long enough for her to mimic him

“What’s wrong, nothing snarky left to say?” she sneers

It's like it's the last comment that finally makes Jack snap

In one fluid motion, he picks her up, her smaller form fitting perfectly in his large hands, and he just as easily pushes her back against the mirror so that she's completely trapped against him

Carrie yelps, the cold glass shocking her skin, and her legs instinctively wrap around his hips as she digs her fingers into his strong, broad shoulders for support

“You just never know when to keep that damn mouth of yours shut, do you?”

Fuck

His words go right through her, all the way to her heated core, and when he grinds himself into her, she has to resist the urge to moan

"What's the—what's the fun in that?" she asks, and she's trying to maintain the illusion of control as she says it, but there's no hiding the breathy lilt to her voice, or the way her hips seem to roll in tandem with his movements, almost as if of their own accord

"You're just a fucking brat," he hisses, and then he snaps his pelvis all the way forward, as if betting it'll be more than enough to shut her up

And, surely enough, it is

Unable to do anything but bite back her moans, Carrie lets him use her however he pleases

He's so much bigger, so much stronger than she is; all she can do is take it as he ruts into her against the mirror

His low grunts and growls are muffled into her neck, almost sounding less human by the second as he grows more desperate, more depraved with every impatient movement of his hips

She feels the mirror shake and wobble against her backside with every thrust, the old wood creaking in protest of Jack's fervored movements, but when she tries to say something about it, all that comes out is a desperate little whimper

"Mmh, what is it, brat? Worried the mirror won't hold?" he snorts, "As if I couldn't hold you up without it"

To prove a point, he pushes off the glass surface so that the only thing holding her up is him

She yelps again, clinging onto him, but it's like he's not even straining to hold her up

He huffs out a snarky laugh, like he's amused by her surprise, and then he wastes no time bouncing her up and down his covered hard-on

With gravity bringing her down hard and fast against him, every thrust has him digging straight into her clit

"F-fuck~!" she whimpers out a curse as waves of pleasure shock through her system

Her back arches up, pushing her tits up against him, and he groans at the sight

"You finally done being a brat—hm? Finally done being so fucking snarky?"

Realistically, Carrie knows she's in absolutely no position to push things further

But he's basically challenging her—and she's never been one to back down from a challenge

"A-as if—as if you're not into it," she pants out between heated gasps, "As if you don't get off to it like some giant perv"

He huffs, and then he's turning around, dropping her onto the bed, and ordering her to take the rest of her dress off—before he rips it off

And although she wants to resist his command, she knows better than to do so—for the sake of her dress, at the very least

He watches impatiently as she tugs it off over her head, and as soon as she's done, he's getting on the bed behind her and manhandling her onto her hands and knees with her face towards the mirror and her ass up in the air for him

One hard smack! to her asscheek has her whole body jolting forward as she cries out

But even though it stings, the way the pain resonates through her entire body is absolutely divine

She almost wants to push his buttons just the slightest bit more to get him to do it again, but then she sees, through her invisible reflection once more, that his hands are moving down to yank his pants down, and her mind goes blank

The way he grunts as his cock springs free, long and hard and throbbing—it has her empty sex clenching around nothing in anticipation

God, he's almost just as big as her entire forearm

If they hadn't managed to fit it all inside of her before, she might've gotten worried about taking him—taking all of him

He gives himself a few pumps of his fist up and down his shaft, and she watches intently through the mirror at the way his veins pulse when he jerks himself off

He pulls her lacy underwear to the side and runs his fingers up and down her utterly drenched slit

Carrie's muscles tense, her back arching just the slightest bit in order to push more of herself against him

And her eager reaction has him snickering darkly

"Who's the fucking perv now, hm? You're watching me through the mirror as if I'm a fucking porno made just for you"

Were it any other time, Carrie would've known just what to retort to irritate him further

But right now, she's so eager, so desperate to take his dick that nothing clever comes to mind

It seems all she can do is fist the sheets between tense fingers and wriggle her ass against him

"Just—just fuck me already"

Smack!

"Fuck~"

She moans again as another hard smack marks her asscheek with his handprint

"Always fucking making demands like you're in charge, aren't you?"

He taps the fat, heavy tip of his cock against her entrance a few times, filling the room with obscene wet smacking noises

"Gotta fucking put you in your place again, don't I?"

He lines himself up to her entrance, already stretching her folds out around his thick girth

"Stubborn fucking brat"

It's the last thing he mutters before pushing his hips all the way forward

Slowly, inch by inch so that she can feel every detail of him, he sheathes himself inside her dripping cunt

It's obscene; the way he stretches her out so thoroughly has her jaw going slack and her eyes rolling back

He's so fucking big

He feels massive, and once the tip of his length reaches up to her cervix, she can feel him making her stomach bulge from the sheer size of him

One hand grabs onto her hips, lifting her flush against him, while the other grabs a fistful of her hair, forcing her head back up so she has no choice but to look at his reflection

God, he's so fucking gorgeous

His chest heaving with every panting breath, his muscles are taut and strained, and with the sweat glistening off his skin, he looks nothing short of a figure crafted by the gods themselves

But when her gaze drops down his form, what she sees is nearly enough to make her cum right then and there

She can see the reflection of his dick inside her

Long, hard and throbbing, the sight has her clenching tightly around him, and when he twitches in response, she can see it as she feels it

"Jack—"

All she can do is whine his name and wriggle against him

The friction of his cock rubbing against the sensitive nerve endings of her walls has her whimpering like a bitch in heat

"Look at that," he groans, "look at the way your greedy little cunt takes my dick"

As if to emphasize his words, he gives an experimental roll of his hips, and Carrie’s lips part in an obscene moan, her eyes rolling back yet again as he stretches her out so, so fucking good

Another thrust into her, and she mewls, her cunt already quivering around him

Jack hisses at the feeling of being squeezed so tightly

One roll of his hips leads to another, and then another one after that, and then yet another until he's settling into a brutal, merciless pace

Over and over and over again, he plunges as deeply into her as possible, like he's trying to fuck the shape of his dick inside her

His tip continuously rams up against her cervix, building up the coiling pressure in her stomach until she's reduced to nothing but a moaning, drooling mess around his cock

Another cruel smack! to her ass for good measure, and then his grip around the fat of her thighs tightens, bruising her skin, and he uses the leverage to pound into her with a reckless kind of impatience

It's like all of the built-up frustration is pushed into his hips, where he can finally take out all of his anger into her

"J-Jack! Fuck—f-feels so good!~"

An incoherent spew of babbles escapes her as she loses herself to the pleasure, loses herself to getting stretched out and bounced up and down his thick length

“Yeah, you like that, don't you, little brat?" he hisses through gritted teeth, but she can barely even hear him through her own moans

It all just feels so good—she can't keep up

"You're so fucking bratty all the time—" he interrupts himself with a groan as his cock twitches eagerly inside her, "y'need this dick to finally fuckin' shut you up, don't you?"

He doubles over her, mask grazing her neck as the new angle lets him pound into her even harder, even faster

She tries to say something, tries to somehow defend herself, but all that comes out is another slew of moans, half-incoherent pleas and whimpers as her peak quickly approaches

She digs her fingers into the sheets below, trying to find some semblance of control, but his grip tightens in her hair again, yanking her head up, and all she can do is take it and watch his body move as he fuck into her

“J-Jack—fuck, I'm gonna—fuck~!”

He doesn’t relent for a second, and as he hears her trying to speak, it only further encourages him to be all the meaner with his cock bullying into her cunt

He’s like a depraved animal, bent on fucking her into submission, desperate to ruin her for revenge for what she makes him endure all the time

The unending onslaught of pleasure has her back arching, which grants him the perfect opportunity to snake his hand to her front and rub at her clit in tandem with every cruel thrust

“F-fuck! Fuck—Jack—!”

“Atta girl—cum. Cum around the cock that owns you”

As much as she’d like to hold it back, to resist him just to spite him, she can’t help it

She cums around him—her orgasm hitting hard enough to make her vision go blank

Her cunt convulses around his length as she loses herself to the euphoria crashing into her system, and he groans headily, easing his pace to long, slow thrusts as she rides out her orgasm around his thick length

Once she's finally come down from her high, she partly expects him to pull out, to give her some kind of break after the intensity of her orgasm

But he doesn't

Instead, he leans forward, his chest rumbling against her back as he growls

"Don't think I'm done with you just yet, brat. You're not getting out of this one so easily"

[bioodorange]

predator and prey -> Slasher! EJ x FinalGirl!Reader (preview)

this is the first few words only! i have the rest outlined and wasn't sure if you guys would like me to continue it or not!!

CW!! uh not much so far, slight degradation if you squint, size difference

and GN reader as usual besides one mention of a "final girl"

Please tell me what you think and if I ya wanna see another part

NSFW BELOW THE CUT!! MDNI

No one likes feeling afraid.

The relentless trembling of your body, the sticky feeling of your skin being covered with sweat.

You may even cry, tears welling in your eyes and blurring your vision.

It gets hard to see, hard to breathe and everything feels impossible.

Especially survival. 

People aren’t meant to be hunted like animals

Yet here you were

Running frantically through the woods as if you were something’s prey

You were the last one left, the last person alive and the only one still fighting.

A dull ache ran through your body, you yearned for a break. The only thing keeping you going was the adrenaline coursing through your veins. You needed to survive.

However, exhaustion was beginning to weigh on you. Lungs burning with every breath became harder and harder to breathe.

You began to slow down, body swaying as you tried to carry on, but you couldn’t.

Your skin burned as it scraped against the coarse forest floor. Blood peaked through small cuts on your palms and cheeks, dribbling out as you gazed down at your hands. 

Fuck!

You were the fucking final girl god damnit! You-

You couldn’t help the gasp of fear that escaped your lips as you looked up, emotions flickering between shock and fear. 

Towering above you, was the damned man himself- if you could even call him that.

He barely registered as human in your mind. 

He hardly even looked the part. 

He was unnaturally big, even when you weren’t curled up on the ground, bordering on 7 feet tall.

Nearly every inch of his skin was covered, the only thing you could make out was the ashy tone of his neck from beneath his hood.

His face was completely obscured by an expressionless, blue mask. 

The only thing human about him was the tufts of curly, dark hair that escaped his hood.

How he got so close without you noticing? You would never know.

“Go to hell!” You hissed at him, glaring into the empty voids of his mask.

His chest rumbled he had hummed- no laughed in amusement.

Silently he crouched down, his figure somehow still towering over yours.

You gritted your teeth, pressing your blooded palms into the dirt in an attempt to push yourself away from him.

In return, he leaned in closer, masked face now mere inches from yours. 

“Don’t run.” he chastised, hand reaching out to snatch up one of your wrists, pulling you back towards him with a swift tug.

His height forced him to lean in slightly to make eye contact, his broad shoulders blocking everything else from view.

All you could see was him.

“There’s no use in it, I’m only going to catch you again, you might as well behave.”

Your heart beat out of your chest, body shaking in his grasp. Like hell you were going to behave.

With your last bit of energy, you forced your knee up between the two of you and pushed, hoping it would create some distance.

For one glorious moment it worked, a glimpse of the starry night sky peaked in your vision as you fell back onto the forest floor- but the man came with you.

With a grunt, he landed ontop of you, caging your small body between his large frame and the ground.

It was only now that it dawned on you how big he was.

The upper half of his body almost covered yours entirely, one of his hands easily held both of your wrists pinned above your head.

You swallowed dryly, feeling a wave of heat rush through you-

You hoped to god it was simply a survival instinct, your adrenaline kicking in.

“I--”

“It’s like your begging me to hurt you.” he hummed, deep voice cutting off your own.

He leaned in again, body hovering over yours as he spoke again

“I think we could both use a break, don’t you?”

[divijohm]

Reader babysitting the child pastas

(Sally, Lazari, Cassiel the child demon and Lily Kenneth)

A/N: ANON I'M SORRY I GOT SO EXITED TO WRITE MY FIRST REQUEST THAT I POST WITHOUT FINISHING AND DELETED OUT OF PURE PANIC AND IMPULSE I'M SO SO SORRY. AHEM, Anyway I hope this is good enough :3 it's the first time I've heard of Cassiel, Lily Kenneth and Lazari so I did some research on them and I hope you like it

🍼 For starters, you do this often. I headcanon that if someone more "common" went to the slender mansion it would be to the sole purpose of maintenance (cooking, cleaning, babysitting etc) so the kids are used to be with you by now

🍼 TEA PARTYS!! Y'all LOVE to do tea partys. You'll help the kids rampage the kitchen in the search of sweets, juice and any other tasty food. And sometimes you'll even bake cookies

🍼 if you are male/masculine presenting Sally will take a lot of time to get used to you and trust you. Although if you're female/feminine presenting she'll trust you much more easily.

🍼 Lazari got attached to you pretty quickly, she loves spending time with you coloring and you're an older sibling to her. Due to the circumstances you'll help her get ~food~ from time to time

🍼 When you're feeling a bit more lazy to babysit, you gather them all in your room and y'all watch lots of movies in your bed, popcorn and other snacks included. This usually ends up with all of them asleep on top of you

🍼 I hc that all of the girls are between the ages of 6 and 9 so is pretty easy to make them get along but when they don't you do your best to entertain them separately, it's hard but rewarding

🍼 When enough trust is gained, you'll be part of their bed routines. You know, helping them out on choosing and putting pijamas, making sure they brush their teeth, tucking them in bed etc. You like this peaceful moment of staying by their side while their slowly fall asleep

🍼 THEATER SHOWS! Sally and Lily and particular LOVE throwing shows for you guys to watch, sometimes other pastas like LJ, Slender, Toby and EJ will join the public but normally it's just you and the child that didn't want to participate in the show

🍼 Because Lily likes to make dolls, you ended up teaching the other kids to sew some things too, now all the dolls will have a fashion show by the end of the month

🍼 You help homeschool them along with Ej

🍼 The four of them share a room and one time you helped them put glow in the dark stars in the ceiling of the room, now when it's raining and you can't go outside, you'll just close the room, turn off the lights and watch the ceiling stars :3

🍼 Picnics are a BIG thing for this girls, after a stressful day or if they behaved really well through the week you'll gather some stuff and make a cute picnic in the forest. They love it

🍼 TREEHOUSE???? TREEHOUSE!!!!! You ((with the help of Masky and Hoodie)) build the girls a treehouse near the mansion and it's HUGE, you made sure that it have electricity, 4 swings near the stairs, keys that the girls (and you ofc) could keep with them to lock the house, mattresses so they could trow a slumber party, a small chest to put toys and a small wardrobe so the mattresses and stuff could be stored so it doesn't get dust. Basically any children dream treehouse. Of course the girls helped build it too, landing itens to you and painting the house. Is a dream :)

🍼Despite everything, they are children and they do deserve a somewhat normal childhood and you'll do your best to ensure that they have that, creating fun memories and making sure they have someone who they can REALLY trust and look up as a parent of sorts

[haven-of-dusk]

More Caswen Headcanons because I have too many of these to fit in my mindbrain:

This one's long. A few years after their wedding, Ricky is selected as one of the Greene Foundation's Global Ambassadors for the Universal Language Project, or in other words, he gets to travel the world a bit to help encourage musical education globally. EJ doesn't have to come with him...but he does want to, so he quits his job (cordially, they understand it's not like he hates it there) and learns as much as he can about the variants of sign language in the areas they'll be traveling to so he can interpret for Ricky. Ricky also attempts to learn some, but really only succeeds in remembering 'Sorry' 'Please' and 'I love you'.

Building on that last one, EJ's favourite location they live for a period is Sweden, while Ricky's favourite is a tie between Wales and Italy. As a result of that, once they finish Ricky's time as an Ambassador, they settle in Copenhagen and EJ lands a job at the University of Copenhagen while he works on a second Masters degree there.

They adopt a Bernese Mountain Dog name Lykke and a Husky named Kota (because I couldn't resist).

One of EJ's nicknames for Ricky is 'Mr. Whiskers' for twofold reasons, because whenever EJ plays with Ricky's hair he leans into it like a cat, and also because of EJ enjoying the time Ricky attempted to grow facial hair.

They both cry at emotional movie moments. Frequently.

Ricky: Golden Retriever Boyfriend, EJ: Black Cat Mask hiding another Golden Retriever Boyfriend

EJ watches anime because he's fascinated by the art form, Ricky watches with him because he enjoys the stories, the colors, and any excuse to cuddle with his husband.

EJ drinks coffee in the morning, Ricky does not, but since he's up earlier anyway, EJ makes it a habit to visit one of a few local cafés every couple days and pick up a different pastry each time for Ricky's sweet tooth.

Speaking of which, Ricky loves couple costumes for Halloween, which EJ's willing to go along with out of love.

Ricky always knows when EJ is getting too stressed about work and will come up (much like a cat or dog) and demand attention until EJ relents and takes a break.

EJ is very much a New Years person, and thus Ricky has a bunch of contacts lined up for restaurant/event dates around that time.

Ricky found out how much he loves traveling while they were moving around for the Ambassador thing, so EJ always arranges a 2+ week vacation in the summer to at least one location they haven't been yet. Sometimes with at least one of the other Wildcats joining them.

[mannuh0v]

⦻ My Eyeless Jack HC⦻

•Quick warnings here! Please read

•It's my first original writing!

•They are just Headcanons, nothing here is Canon and if it is possible I will let you know!

~Happy reading people

☆E.J He has great medical skills, and he is the one who helps Toby when he gets seriously injured or just gets a cut during a mission.

☆This man is a Cannibal, he eats human flesh more at certain times, when he doesn't have access to meat he eats animal meat or even some normal food. But he hates it, I prefer his kidneys, they think they are tastier to taste ;)

☆He likes to go to places with few people, as he avoids the looks of other people, but EJ has no problem communicating with people, if he wants to go to a party with or without anyone he won't avoid going.

☆He doesn't get along with people like Jeff or arrogant people, this creepy is extremely polite! (Just because he eats your kidneys at night doesn't mean he'll scold you for existing)

☆He loves looking at small animals, he feels cozy. By not eating them, he feels closer to animals other than birds or land animals.

☆Certainly, EJ walks on four legs at times because? I don't know anymore sometimes he starts to walk on four legs, so he can run better perhaps? Or to scare your victims? It's up to you

"Hey EJ, why are you blue? or are you another color? I'm really confused about this..."

"Toby, you can be unpredictable sometimes..."

☆EJ makes his friends through his personality and not through appearance, but if someone likes him he will definitely think he's handsome... At least 40% more than before

☆Lover of reading and calm music, this man is not violent in his attitudes unless he needs to be!

☆How about watching the lake at 6:50 pm? It's a good idea for EJ

☆He participated in the war, he knows a lot about this topic, if you ask him he will answer with the greatest pleasure

__"EJ, do you know how to handle a grenade? I'm seriously thinking about adding this to our arsenal"

"I know how to handle a grenade, I just don't think it's appropriate to fall into the wrong hands like Toby's! It could make our mission fail in seconds"

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Hello everyone, it was very short, I think, but it's just a start, I can redo it as many times as I need to redo it, there won't be any problems! 👍🏼^^ ~Have a great night/day ~Mannuh