JAMIE MUSCATO

JAMIE MUSCATO

YOU NEVER FAIL TO AMAZE ME 😻

THE GROWL I CANT-

(this is not my audio)

domestic bliss (jean kirschtein x reader)

note: i wholeheartedly blame tiktok for this idea but i’m not mad at all about it. also, i wrote this on my phone because the wifi went out but i wanted to publish it 😩🤚 enjoy reading and sobbing after because jean isn’t real

word count: 300

It was nine in the morning. Yet that didn’t stop Jean from belting out the lyrics of “More Than a Woman” by the Bee Gees while making an omelet.

It wasn’t the first time you had seen him like this. Jean was a morning person — oddly enough — and he enjoyed making breakfast. The first time you stayed with him overnight had been quite a shock because he hadn’t seemed like the type to sing along to a meticulously curated Spotify playlist while cooking. Now, more than a year into your relationship and moving in together, you had gotten used to his morning shenanigans.

“Put on a shirt. You’re going to get burned.” You grumbled as you poured coffee into your favorite mug.

Jean paused singing and turned to you with a pout. “What? I thought you liked me shirtless.”

“Not when you’re standing next to a hot stove.” You eyed the flame and hot pan wearily. Cooking wasn’t one of your favorite activities. You only ever did it when necessary, and even then it would be rare to do so.

You watched as Jean suddenly put the spatula in his hand down and turned towards you.

“More than a woman to me,” he singed, wrangling the mug out of your hand and twirled you thrice around the small kitchen. He then clutched you close and hummed as the song continued in the background.

“I love you,” he said, squeezing you before releasing you with an apologetic gaze. “But breakfast isn’t going to cook itself.”

You laughed and watched him go back to the stove. Grabbing your coffee mug, you started to walk to the bedroom to get ready for the day and said over your shoulder: “Yeah, keep cooking. I might just be tempted to elope with you.”

💖 UKAI KEISHIN SUPREMACY 💖

Kisses with Sebastian would include...

𝐹𝒶𝓃𝒹𝑜𝓂: 𝔅𝔩𝔞𝔠𝔨 𝔅𝔲𝔱𝔩𝔢𝔯. Sebastian x reader

𝒜𝓊𝓉𝒽𝑜𝓇’𝓈 𝓃𝑜𝓉𝑒: a short and sweet writing for your weekend. Yes I reused this gif because it’s so soft 🥺

Kisses are Sebastian’s favorite ways of showing his devotion to you. They’re brief, but full of meaning. He will never kiss you if he doesn’t mean it

Every morning there’s a kiss waiting for you as soon as you open your eyes. You’ll feel Sebastian’s warm lips press against your forehead and then the soft, low murmur of his good morning greeting

He likes teasing you by placing a kiss on your nose and then suddenly biting the tip of it. It’s unexpected and it never fails to make him giggle at your flustered reaction. The real treasure here is his soft giggle, it’s something only you get to hear

Kisses on your lips aren’t always heated and needy, sometimes they’re just a chaste way of reminding you that he’s there for you. However, should you happen to graze your tongue on his lips or take a small bite he will definitely hold you tight and close for a heated makeout session

Sebastian is very good at sensing your emotions. So when he sees you’re feeling down or insecure, he’ll come and silently hug you and place butterfly kisses all over your face, and would pay special attention in kissing your hands, since he finds them so beautiful. He’ll whisper pet names like darling, kitten, sweet one, as he comforts you. It’s also goes without saying that Sebastian’s hugs are the best. His much taller frame accommodates yours just perfect. If you stay still, you can hear his heart beating steadily

When he’s with you he always removes his gloves. It’s a barrier between him and anyone he comes in contact with, and he certainly doesn’t want that barrier between you both. He likes touching and feeling your warm skin against his own

He’s always very affectionate behind closed doors, both because a butler can’t be seen having a sweetheart and well, because in his line of work it would mean exposing you to his world full of enemies, but you can count on the fact that on almost every night, your demon lover will come back to you and kiss you good night before you fall asleep

-🌸🐇

FEMALE READER VERSION

Of all Hawks’ secrets, you are the most well-kept.

Version: Female Reader version | Male Reader Version Links: Gifset (art only) | Mood Music

NIGHTHAWK Rating: Explicit   |   Word Count: 13k  | Art: 14 animations, 2 stills (Technically no spoilers, but if you aren’t caught up on the events of the manga you’ll be missing important context. The fic takes place after Hawks’ meeting with the commission.) Synopsis: Casual was the word you used when you first agreed to sleep together. As weeks turned into months turned into a year, those quick and dirty nights blossomed into private moments that earned him little pieces of you. Warnings: Dom!Hawks, Nurse!Reader, animalistic behavior, rough sex, quirk/feather play, light bondage, biting, praise kink, hurt/comfort, secret relationship, talk of past lovers, mentions of death, panic attacks, PTSD, mention of a past, non-canon event. Spicy, then bitter, then sweet.

There was nothing exceptional about your life from an outsider’s perspective. You lived in an apartment on the outskirts of Jaku City, unmarried and childless. During the day you attended medical school where you studied for your doctorate. During the evening you worked as a nurse in the intensive care unit. Then, when you were home, you sat alone for dinner at a kitchen table meant for two.

Wash. Rinse. Repeat.

For the past year, however, an occasional tap at your sixteenth-story window would break up the lonely monotony. The tap was quite a scandalous secret, not that anyone would believe you if you let it slip. Even you still had a hard time accepting the bizarre reality of the situation; but it was real. Just as real his voice, which you could hear echoing faintly through your apartment.

You glanced up from your lukewarm dinner and dropped your fork. For a long moment, you sat in silence, listening intently until you heard it again. It was him; it was his voice. Your heart pounded against your ribs as you shoved out of your chair and jogged to the window. The part between your curtains opened, but when you peeked through you saw only the glow of city lights below a blanket of darkness.

A frown found your face, and a sigh spilled past your lips. You heard his voice; you would never mistake it for another. It echoed casually against your dim walls again, and you turned your head towards the sweet sound. The television was on in the living room. Your heart dropped at the realization. The little square thing sat on your end table and taunted you with his image. 

There he was. Hawks, the winged hero, being interviewed by a woman in a pantsuit. It wasn’t often he did interviews, so you left your dinner to go cold in favor of watching the program.

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yall.. i cant stop thinking about sweet jean boy.

his cheeks get all red when you tease him and he’ll hide his face in the crook of your neck. he loves loves back rubs and when you play with his hair. he has to cuddle/be touching you while he’s sleeping or he just cannot sleep. he’ll huff and groan around you when you don’t give him attention in a subtle not very subtle way. he likes showering your face in kisses and telling you how much he loves you, but he also really loves it when you do the same to him. he loves butterfly kisses and will get this stupid grin on his face when you give each other one. he purposely scratches you with his beard because he loves to see your nose scrunch and hear you giggle while saying, “jean it tickles!” he loves those hugs with you that last for long periods of time. every time he looks at you his eyes just sparkle. jean just loves you with all of his being and can never truly get enough of you as you are.