To Everybody Who Sent A Request Whether It's A Cry Of Fear Or A Creepypasta One It Will Be Written!!

to everybody who sent a request whether it's a cry of fear or a creepypasta one it will be written!! I'm very grateful to have this many asks in my inbox but I'm naturally a pretty slow writer so please be patient with me :') I'll also be remaking my pinned post to make it look better and further elaborate on the rules <3

"you should be at the club" I should be working on my fanfic

can I just say? currently watching some afraid of monsters gameplay and the stabbing animation is so goofy bro

I know this whole poll thing is getting kind of old but if I make a normal post no one would respond (why does no one comment anymore that's like the best part about the internet)

anyways, what do you guys prefer when the reader is referred to?

HOLD ME CLOSER;

(♡) Authors note; I know y'all agreed on fluff yet I found a way to make it sad 🚶‍♀️ NOTHING TOO SEVERE DON'T WORRY!! EJ IS LOVED AND CARED FOR!! I'm not very proud of this tbh but I really wanted to publish it so... :3c fuck writer block

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Perhaps the wait was worth it— months and months of being patient, holding yourself back for the sake of Jack's comfort and boundaries that he had set from the beginning of your relationship. He finally decided to let go and embrace your touch and affection.

You sat at the edge of the bathtub, only your legs contacted the soapy water. Although the temperature was a tad bit warmer than you'd usually go for, you decided to turn it up for the cold demon. letting his inhumane body steal the warmth of the water. Your legs burned, but you didn't complain, not if Jack was holding onto them like this, his arms curled around your bottom half almost desperately, head nuzzled into your abdomen.

You knew he'd open up eventually, but you didn't expect it to abruptly happen like this. and not to this extent— he was completely stripped away from his well familiar attire and quite shockingly his mask, somewhere discarded on the cold bathroom floor. His damp hair wetting your shirt. or in other words, his shirt— worn down black tee that he handed you one day. It was like a sacred item to you.

Placing a gentle hand on his cheek, or whatever you could contact of it. You were slowly catching on. Jack was overthinking, again. You couldn't blame him though. Living your life normally, trying to pursue your dream career that you worked hard for just for everything to fall apart in the hands of a cult. Even worse, the woman you called your lover ended up being part of them. a great betrayal. It sent chills down your spine just thinking about it. Poor boy, he didn't deserve what happened to him.

The moment jack told you about the incident was engraved into your brain. It wasn't even intentional, he just dumped the information on you when he was overwhelmed. From there on you never brought it up again in respect for him. You knew if you tried to talk about it it'd only make things worse, Jack was never the one to open up about his burdens even if he trusted you. The most you could for him was take his mind off of it. Distract him from his thoughts. Make him feel loved. Let him know that all of it was in the past. That he's safe with you.

Slowly, your fingers began to caress his rough skin. You could feel the way he shuttered with every light touch. He wasn't used to such treatment. In his mind, he wasn't deserving of it— a man-eating monstrosity like him shouldn't be cared for, shouldn't be looked at even. Despite that, he still chased your hand whenever he sensed that you'll pull it away. He still yearned for the love you gave. He didn't understand why you stayed, why you even decided that the demon was worthy of your attention but deep down he knew he wanted it. needed it.

"... I can't remember the last time I did this with someone." He raised his head.

It was quite unsettling to stare into empty sockets. the tar oozing endlessly against his skin, dripping onto your hands and into the water. You didn't know what to say, anything that came to mind would've scared him off. You didn't want that; for the progress you finally made to just disappear into thin air.

Only to be proven wrong once the demon decided to rest in the crook of your neck. His arms wrapping around your waist tightly.

"can we ... stay like this for a little longer?"

Um...guys, if I link a pinterest board full of the fic OC's overall vibe and aesthetic would you take a look or should I just leave the characters up to interpretation?