#how to catch a predator ahh post

[r0ya1]

OK I MIGHT HAVE LIVED THE MOST IRL CLASS OF 09 SENARIO THAG I WILL EVER HAVE FOR THE REST OF MY LIFE

Te: pedos, cops, cussing ig

So I might be a bad person in this first part cause when I get bored I will talk to random people on the internet. And if one happens to be a 30+ year old guy I’m NOT NOT NOT blocking him….? So when he asked how old I am I say 15 (I’m not) and when he asked where I live I say Seattle (I don’t). AND THEN HE FUCKING SAYS HE ALSO LOVES IN SEATTLE. so I play along wow that’s so cool that’s so funny!!! (I’m Lwk trying to see if he’ll send me cash) so I pull this little sob story out of my ass about how “my parents are so controlling and don’t love me and abuse eachother and me sometimes” and that “they take all my money but I need to save to get out of this filthy apartment” and of course he doesn’t take the bait of sending me cash but instead insists that we meet. Well me in my cozy home with no reprucutions if I go along with this says hell ya! Let’s send this pedo on a wild journey across his city.

We just talk normally then as I “open up” he stays trying to open me up 💀 “is it shaved?” “How big r ur tits?” “Can you be my DAUGHTER” SIR I AM FIFTEEN AND VAUNARABLE (not actually)

He even offered to let me move in with him. And of course I was like “fuck yes” SCREW IT I WAS HAVING FUN MESSING WITH HIM!!!

So as the girls girl am I tell my friends about this. AND I LET STUPID FUCKING MORALS GET IN MY WAY AND SOME HOW THEY CONVINCE ME TO REPORT HIM TO THE COPS. (Which by the way is not as easy as I thought) So I decide that pretending to be 15 isn’t enough but also I now should cosplay Chris Hanson.

The time to meet is here. He texts me about where we planned to meet. I had to switch up my story last minute!! (I forgot why) “IM SORRY I HAD TO RUN OUT FO THE HOUSE MY DAD CAUGHT ME PACKING UP”. “IDK WHERE IM GOING TO GO CAN YOU PICK ME UP?” Boom he’s blocked. The address I gave him? A Seattle police station. He’s suspicious and I give a bullshit answer of “oh I’m scared and I know that I’ll be safe here or smth” AND I KNOW THIS ASSHOLE KNOWS HES DOING SMTH ILLEGAL CAUSE HE SAYS “can you move away from the police station?”

LIKE HELLO?!? You know it would look bad if you picked up a 15 year old girl….

So I call the non emergency line of the police station I sent him to. IT TOOK SO LONG BEFORE I GOT OFF HOLD. Insane bro. Then I talkt to the dispatcher give her the situation. I thought it would end there they would maybe look for a guy if he showed up and Lwk idk after that…

THEN SHE TRANSFERS ME TO COPS ON THE FIELD? They need more info from me I send them the photo he sent of himself and other erm … explicit messages.. of him being a creep. Ya I went along but like why not fuck with them? THIS IS WHY ITS EMBARRASSING CATCHING A PREDATOR IS ONLY COOL IF YOURE A 20 SMTH DUDE. When your a girl who’s still a minor (I’m not 15) THEY ARE STILL CONCERNED

So tldr I was on call with dispatch for 41 minutes trying to get this guy to where the cops were waiting while having them help me take photos of proof I’m there so he can find me (cops). NEVER DID I THINK I WOULD WORK WITH THE FUCKING FEDS. And he never shows cause either A) really bad photoshop selfie I sent, or B) we did spend two hours back and forth of him looking for me… anyways it’s over they didn’t find him and I need to leave.

SO THEN I give them my info and my parents info (mistake) cause like I’ll work WITH the cops ig! I’ll do the “right thing” WRONG WRONG WRONG.

THEY THREATEN TO CALL MY MOM AND TOLD ME TO TELL HER WHAT HAPPENED. FUCK NO I WOULD BE GROUNDED for life AND MY INTERNET ACCESS WOULD BE CUT OFF. I hang up FREAK OUT and run to check my mom’s phone.

ITS DEAD!!!! So I ask to borrow it to look at photos and she just hands it over! Plus she’s on DND !!! She doesn’t see the call! They called me again but I missed it! Crisis averted for now! But omfg I was going to kms is he found out.

“Your child was talking to a 30 year old male” GROS THAT SOUNDS SO GROSS FUCK NO I SOUND LIKE A VICTIM

So every number got blocked! My messages deleted and discord off my phone for a while!

Why is this class of 09? Idk my friend said it sounded like smth that would happen with all the pedo stuff, the catfishing, the cops…. Reddit said that they might call the cops in my county to talk to them but I say bs!!!

Anyways if you made it to the end pray for me.

[loycos]

ahh caitlyn my beloved.

let's talk about the trauma she has around jinx, in particular, in a way i think is more related to being targeted by jinx than just grief.

don't get me wrong- grief is a huge part of why caitlyn is all over the place this arc (season?). she probably came to the conclusion that her softer, pacifistic attitude from the first season is the reason she ended up hurt. clearly the rocky relationship she had with her mother adds a layer of bitterness and regret caitlyn is feeling regarding her death. alongside a million different reasons, which i might discuss in a different post.

but there's a clear difference between the anger and coldness we see from caitlyn when she discusses catching jinx and bringing her to justice, than when she faces jinx head on. in the latter, she suddenly loses her cool and acts all frantically, so unlike anything we've seen from caitlyn so far.

in her mind, in episode 1, she sees herself as collected and calm, aiming her rifle at jinx. btw, take note of how jinx is depicted here. her eyes are glowing.

but in reality, she's very much NOT cool and collected when she thinks that exact scenario is about to be replicated.

that's caitlyn's pov btw:

again jinx with the glowing eyes- caitlyn had seen what jinx looks like in other circumstances, but THIS is the version of her that she visualizes and then irrationally reacts to.

we see it again when she shoots jinx in the finger

no composure, no deep breathe, no thinking. she just shoots on instinct. it's nothing like she used to.

and then her frantically calling vi to move out of the way as she keeps firing, almost like shes blind to everything but jinx- the kid and vi, who are both in harm's way, don't stop her.

i know it's easy to just paint it as anger and grief here, but there's something about it that strikes me as almost like animalistic fear. she sees jinx and just goes feral mode, but its almost more of a prey instinct than a predator.

and i think it's because whenever she faces jinx, properly, it's not the grief and radicalized anger she's feeling, it just sends her back to this moment

with all the "jinx murdered her mom" talk its easy to forget that jinx also directly, and cruelly, targeted caitlyn, tried to kill her, kidnapped her and held her hostage for who knows how long. it's not just anger that caitlyn feels towards jinx. it's a trauma response. and like, welcome to the club, caitlyn! most of the arcane cast are acting out of trauma. but i better not see people think her trauma is somewhat lesser than some... other.. characters.

[imaginethezeldaverse]

I feel like you should type up something facesitting related about Ganon to make that ask reality (as much reality as you can get with fictional characters at least)

I…………………………………………………..oh my god okay yes

(this ask is in reference to this post)

“Sit” his voice commands from under you. The ferocity and domination in his amber eyes hold you in place, however. There’s apprehension pooling in your spine; youv’e worked your courage up to this point: kneeling just above his face but being unable to lower yourself any further your current frozen state. You had expressed a concern about bearing all of your weight on his face. A statement that simply lead to his laughter and in the exact position you were presently at.

Ganondorf’s tone drops a touch, thick fingers sinking into the meat of your thigh with a hint of power, “If I have to make you, rest assured you will lose the ability to walk for the remainder of the day. Sit.”

The whimper in your throat dies as you shift slightly, “A-Are…Are you sure?”

His snickering almost sounds threatening, a mix between devious amusement and an icy taunt. His hands glide up to sit at your hips now, pulling you down just enough so your thighs have no choice but to separate. He hums, the dark purr whirring in his throat as his breath rolls over your inner thighs - ghosting over what he’s finally exposed of you. The grip on your hips tightens,

“You could not hurt me even if you tried.”

Without another word, your body was yanked downward, your knees buckling completely as his mouth slotted over your heat. Doubled over from the rush of pleasure sending shockwaves through you, your hands finding purchase wherever they can roam - which for you seems to be aimless: the sheets, the long crimson locks of his hair, even mindlessly digging your nails into his forehead at one point. Ganondorf pinned you strategically to his face, his long, lithe tongue curling and writhing inside you, drinking from you as though he was a man desperately parched. Each salacious slurp and coiled lick around where you were most sensitive had your vision dotted in fading technicolor, your fingers unfurling and remaking the same fists over and over. Your voice had gone from breathy moans to full of on out-of-breath squealing when he maneuvered your hips to drag back and forth.

“G-Ganondor-ahh!” you whined, electricity zipping through your body at a record pace. His only response was a curt chuckle before lapping at you quicker this time. You were losing control, your body winding and unwinding, before crashing into a full spasm against his lips. With all the strength you could muster, your fingers locked into his fiery tresses, tugging at his scalp. Both of your breaths hitched in unison, though below you, Ganondorf instantly recovered, devouring you still through the tidal waves of your peak. Stuck in your throat was your voice, your hips able to do little other than rock over his still active mouth. Slowly his tongue ceased its ministrations, and you found the breath you’d be holding for the past several minutes. You shivered with ecstasy, chest heaving and lip trembling from the sheer strength of your orgasm. Your hand flattened out, untangling from his locks and bracing to lift yourself off of his face.

Oh but how foolish you were.

The same impassioned amber eyes kept focus on you, like a predator to its prey. His ears remained sharp at their catch of your confused sounds, especially when you can’t move away from him because he’s locked you in place.

It’s then you realize that Ganondorf was keeping true to his words. His previous brutish timbre rolls around in your skull, the reality sinking in when you realize his fingers haven’t moved an inch since he seated you onto his face.

You could only hope he’d be so kind as to carry you later.

[i-am-hungry-24-7]

Spider Webs Part 2 - König*Fem!Reader

Let’s play a game with our colonel.

Part two of my previous writing:

content warning: 18+, mdni, phone sex, masturbation, monitoring

100% will have part 3 because this isn’t what I’m planning first and I accidentally made myself need to write another chapter to finish this work, but hope you enjoy! :)

part 3 bonus chapter 1

Since the day König discovered your obsession with him at your home, your relationship shifted from “superior and subordinate” to something much more intimate, between lovers and predators with their prey.

Who is the predator, and who is the prey? Nice question.

You would feign that you were going to give him his favorite latte and report some “important information”, went into his office, and came out 20 minutes later.

“gott, your hands... so tight... shit...! ahh...”Your delicate hands wrapped tightly around his cock, moving at a swift pace, and after you gave him a playful squeeze on the tip, König came with a moan in your hand, cum splattered on your black shirt.

“Oooh, colonel.” You said with a fake concerned tone “You’re too loud, and you stained my shirt. Do you want your comrades to know what a slutty pervert you are? Cumming hard in your assistant’s hands behind the door of your office?”

“Nein...” 

His voice was raspy, weakly spoken due to the exhaustion of post-orgasm.

You took out your handkerchief — the one you hid before so he would come to your house to find it — wiping the cum from your hand and your clothes while maintaining eye contact with König.

“Let’s play a game, colonel.” A mischievous smile appeared on your face. “From now on, no more self pleasuring, no more helping each other, or even sex for us."

“Whoever breaks the rules first needs to listen to the other person's order.” He watched you fold the handkerchief into a perfect square, put it on his desk, and left him panting on his chair.

You didn’t give him a chance to reject, not like he wouldn’t oblige though.

You gave him three tiny monitors and told him to set them up in his office and his room, of course, no blind spots were allowed. In return, you gave him access to those monitors you set up before to catch him sneaking into your house.

With these monitors, you both were able to see what the other was doing all the time.

Including the bathroom, because you both were sick perverts.

König’s libido wasn't that high until he met you, so he thought he might be able to beat you by imagining what he could do to you as a reward for the longtime self-control he maintained during your dangerous game.

But apparently, you weren’t an easy competitor to be beaten.

Sometimes he opened his laptop, clicked on the app for the monitors, and saw you walking in a black nightgown, the silky and close-fitting one that hugs your curves and challenged his self-control.

Well, you should admit he was doing much better than you estimated too.

You bought a second monitor for your computer, just for you to watch him every moment, and he really didn’t do anything sex-related.

You praised him right into his ear when he sat on his office chair, noticing him clutched onto the armrest hard enough to make his knuckles white, but he still played the game pretty well.

But no matter how he well performed, it’s still your game, you would win, eventually.

König came back from a two-week mission at night, it’s not arduous, but it’s an annoying one.

He walked to his office, took off his gear, and sat on his chair with a tired grunt.

The curtains were down, avoiding any moonlight pouring into the room,and he sat under the dim light of the lamp, eyes flickered around, finally lying on his laptop.

What were you doing now? 

He missed you, he hadn’t seen you for two weeks, he missed the little praises you whispered to him, missed the heart-warming smile you gave to others, which only turned to a fetching one when you looked at him with evil glints in your eyes.

Open the laptop and clicked on the app he opened countless times before, he searched over the monitors to find your figure.

and there you are, lying on your bed, wearing a silver-white nightgown this time.

Your chest rose and fell at a steady pace, your facial expression was calm.

You looked divine in his eyes, like a goddess.

But his gaze moved down, to the place the strap of the nightgown fell down your shoulder, and down to the part of your skirt riding up, revealing your thigh.

König felt his body was consumed by fire, burning fiercely at the sight of you, even though you looked serene, the dirty thoughts about you were unstoppable in his mind.

How eager he wanted to kiss your soft lips, grab your thighs and ram into your pussy with an unforgivable pace, and left a bite mark on your shoulder until you cry out his name loudly.

He looked at the monitor again, you hadn't moved an inch, dead asleep because it was already midnight at the moment.

He hesitantly put his hand over the obvious bulge his cock made in his cargo pants. You wouldn’t discover if he pleasured himself this time, right?

but when he touched his shaft over his pants, he knew it was unable to stop right now.

He quickly pulled his cargo pants to his knee, letting his cock spring out with how hard it already was, the precum made a mess to his palm when he started moving his hand at a quick speed.

“Hmm...so gut...” He closed his eyes, recalling the memory of you falling to your knees, pink lips swallowing his cock, and he could almost hear the squelch sounds when you took him deep down in your throat.

but his breath hitched and a stuttered groan left him when he opened his eyes again.

You stared right at him through the camera, the corner of your eyes crinkling as your lips formed a cheeky grin.

Oh, he was so fucked up.

He watched you reached your arm, opened the bedside drawer, and took out your phone.

His work phone rang a few seconds later.

“Good evening, sir.” Your happiness was obvious in your voice. “What are doing now? Hmm?”

“I’m sorry, Schatz...” König moaned out, but his hand only became quicker once your voice flowed into his ear.

“Don’t feel sorry, colonel.” You cooed, and his eyes were glued to your body when you sat up on the edge of your bed, eyes never left the camera.

“Just came back from a tough mission, right? I know, don’t worry.” Your leg are placed over the other. “Let me help you, okay?”

“Bitte... I need you, h-help me...” König’s hand shakily holding his phone, and he knew he must sounded pathetic.

“I missed you so much, König. You know that?” You shift your hips a little bit, pulling your nightgown higher, and higher until fully expose your lacy black underwear to him. 

“How much I want to lay my hands on you..... feel your cock twitch under my touch......” 

You opened your legs. König can see it clearly even through the monitor, your panties were already been soaked by your arousal, making a darker spot at the clothes cling to your pussy, and he moaned out at the sight.

“When you come to the office in the daytime, what should I do to you as my trophy? Should I make you lick all my juices when I sit on your face, making your hood dampen by them? Or should I bring you a collar with my name on it, and make you mine forever?”

König already felt like he was about to cum, too long without having any relief, without seeing your pretty face and hearing your sugary words,making his orgasm build up much faster than usual.

“Ja! Make me yours! Bitte... Mach mich zu deinem...verlass mich nicht...ahh” (Make me yours...don’t leave me)

He tumbled over the edge with a high pitch whine, lukewarm cum spilled all over his skin and his abdomen, and in his hazy mind, he could only hear your enchanting voice, telling him the thing he wanted to hear the most.

“Good...So good for me. Now, ready for your punishment, yeah?”

[averagewriter-inthedark]

Just Like Old Times | Post NWH Series P.3

Contains spoilers for Spider-Man NWH

Read previous series first

Catch up parts 1 & 2 -> Series Masterlist | Main Marvel Masterlist

Series pairings & characters: Tobey!Peter Parker x female!reader/ Black Cat (romantic), Benny Parker OC, Harry Parker, OC, Mary Jane Watson x John Jameson, Gwen Stacy, J. Jonah Jameson.

Content Warnings: mentions of flighting, blood & violence, harassment towards a woman. Profanity. Flirtatious banter & sexual tension (nothing explicit except some small grinding at one point and implications to sex) so slight nsfw. Overall fluff (writing them makes me soft), kissing, mentions of past pregnancy. Slight canon divergence | female reader (she/her)

Ch. 3 Premise: It was a quiet night on patrol for Peter Parker—but once you use the word quiet to describe something then all hell breaks loose. The vigilante finds himself in a pickle, but with the help of a certain long retired Cat it’s as if time hadn’t even passed since the last the duo last kept the streets of New York safe from harms way.

Note: THE CAT IS BACK. This is part 3 of my post NWH series following the events of my previous series. Link above to catch up before reading this chapter. This diverges canon slightly and mentions events from the Raimi trilogy. So in the comics it’s Black Cat who loves Spider-Man more so than Peter, and MJ/Gwen are the ones who love Peter for him, but for the sake of this story and the plot I’m going for I’m making it opposite with Y/n & MJ. When I get to writing the prequel then it will have more depth, but this mentions it so I wanted to warn y’all.

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They say once you say once it’s quiet night then you’ll find chaos unfolding soon after. New York was rarely quiet, so the fact tonight it was rather slow had Peter Parker a little on edge. Something would happen soon.

The masked vigilante was perched on one of the many buildings overlooking the city streets. After kissing Y/n goodbye after the boys were in bed, he suited up and went to work.

“Where do you think you’re going?” She had stopped him before he could climb out the window. It was pushing ten o’clock and it was usually the time he left to go on patrol.

He looked a little startled, half his body hanging out the widow while she started at him with her arms crossed. “Uhhh,” he glanced at his suit “I’m heading out?” Her lips curled, moving slowly toward him like predator on prey.

“Without saying goodbye?” She tilted her head. “Without giving me a kiss?”

He dropped his head—realizing his mistake. She was teasing him and he knew that, but just her manners were enough to fluster him.“Ahh sorry. I-I didn’t wanna bother you, honey. You were busy working on the reports—.”

Y/n giggled, bringing a hand to his chin to make him look back her. Her eyes soften, looking at him with pride and love making him melt under her touch. “You know how I get, spider. I don’t care if you interrupt me while I work—I need to always see you before you go in case its the last time I do.” Her voice went a little low, causing his heart to sped up a bit.

Peter grabbed her hand that was under her chin, kissing her knuckles and looking at her with promise. “You know I’ll always come back to you, Y/n. Can’t leave the cat without her spider now, now can I?”

“You’re damn right,” she ends her words by bringing his lips to hers. She was careful not to push against him, otherwise he could lose balance on the windowsill. His one arm went to her waist, holding Y/n against him while he kissed her back with as much enthusiasm. Her hand caressed his cheek, and after several seconds she pulled away—gazing into his eyes. “I love you.”

“I love you too,” he kissed her again. “I’ll be back before you wake in the morning.”

She smirked at him, almost mischievously but didn’t think to question it after she said, “Now go be a hero.” With one last kiss he was out the window and swinging through the air.

Now just after midnight Peter was looking down the streets—eyes out for anything out of the ordinary. There were a few police chases, a guy robbing a liquor store and an accident on first street. Not much compared to a typical Thursday night.

About twenty minutes he sat before commotion filled his ears. Spidey-senses started to tingle and Peter was off swinging through the air in the direction of the sounds. The wind breezed passed him and the sounds got louder before he cut the corner and saw the scene below.

There was a group of three guys running with bags in their hands with sirens blasting from the jewelry store they had just robbed. Peter swung forward, intercepting the trio when they crossed into a back alley. As he went downward Peter extended his legs and kicked the one making him collide with the dumpster. It caused the other two to stop running, fear in their eyes. “It’s the spider-guy! Go!”

After webbing the one man down for the cops to find Peter was on his feet chasing the other robbers. They didn’t get far for the vigilante and Peter shot webs to bring them back making the bags fall from their grip. They landed on the floor in front of him with a huff, before one guy removed a knife from his pocket and started swinging at Peter.

Peter dodged his puches—landing several in the guys face, but was unexpectedly tackled to the side by the second dude. He hit the ground with a *thump* grunting by the sudden impact. The knife came down on him, but Peter shot a web to remove it from his hand causing it to fall several feet away.

A punch went to his stomach, near his now healed would from the week prior—making the man wince. Peter pushed the guy off him, flipping back to his feet to kick him into the wall. When he turned to the last guy after webbing up the other, he was surprised to see he was already down. Being strung up by the legs from a rope.

An all too familiar rope.

Peter tilted his head before laughter from above filled his ears. It’s as coming from the rooftop and when he found no one looking down he quickly shot a web to pull him up. He landed in a crouching position, already knowing who was waiting for him somewhere on the roof, but still couldn’t see her.

“I know you’re here, trouble.” He called out, strolling past discarded bins until he was at the brick wall connecting the two buildings together. There was another giggle, and he spun around to face her but she again was no where in sight. Suddenly there was a voice next to his ear.

“I like watching you.” A sensual voice said, and Peter’s head turned to the side—eyes lifting slightly. There, lying on the roof of the next building in a cat-like position and staring down at him from behind the familiar tiny mask, was Y/n. His wife and former costumed anti-hero—decked in her new Black Cat attire she donned in the alternate world. Y/n was smirking at him, eyes twinkling from the moonlight shining down on her. “Just like old times.”

Peter placed his hands on his hips, head shaking slightly. “Wasn’t expecting to see you, Cat.” She giggled, making him take a step forward so he was just barely below her. “Couldn’t wait to get back in action?” He watches Y/n lean up before swinging her legs around so they were hanging off the edge.

“I told you, Spider.” She drops down into his awaiting arms, his hands going on her back while her legs loosely wrapped around his waist. She leans in so she could brush her nose against his covered one, like a cat would to its owner. “Being in little spiders world had me think a lot about our glory days. The cat wanted to come out from her slumber.” Y/n unwraps her legs, boots barely touching the floor though her arms remain around his neck. “Don’t you just miss this?”

Peter is biting his lip beneath the mask, trying to stop himself from smirking even though she wouldn’t see it. “There’s a lot I miss,” he tells her honestly. “We had a lot of fun back then. Just the two of us—late nights on patrol while the cops both hate and love us,” she laughed at that. “It was a great time—but we still have fun now, Cat.” His hand goes to tangle in her loose hair, happy she didn’t pin it back this time.

“I know,” she hums, smiling up at him. “I wouldn’t trade it for the world.”

The reason she had left the whole crime fighting behind after switching sides was cause she got pregnant. It was a hard time for the two when she did. They didn’t know if the relationship would work—especially after Peters actions from the symbiote, his conflicting feelings about Mj not to mention using Gwen to make Y/n jealous, his anger at her when she helped him and Harry fight Flint & Eddie despite knowing she was pregnant, and then Harry dying.

It was a lot for the two. And Y/n wasn’t sure if they would ever overcome the obstacles. They were not exactly together during her whole pregnancy because she wanted Peter to figure out who and what he wanted—and she needed time from him to think, but he still supported her. He gave her the space she asked for while still being there in regards to the baby—which became babies when they discovered she was having twins.

It was a long eight months.

During that time Peter had a lot of time to think. Sort out his feelings and realize Mjs’ love for him stemmed from him being Spider-Man, whereas Y/n had fell in love with Peter as Peter Parker. When the two had met as their aliases—not knowing who they really were—Y/n felt herself becoming attracted to Spider-Man because he reminded her of Peter, unaware it was him along.

And the same was for Peter. He had met Y/n formally the day he got bitten—despite knowing she was friends with Harry and had graduated a year before him. She had been an intern with Norman at Oscorp before he referenced her to go work with Otto, and was present in the lab the day Midtown seniors were touring the facility. Recognizing Peter—and always finding him cute when they would pass in the hallways at school—she went up to him when he was talking with Harry.

He found her absolutely beautiful. They didn’t see each other after that and would be almost a year later before they were reacquainted. Peter went on to have a small romance with Mj before breaking up, shortly later he and Y/n became closer friends and he met the Black Cat—where something about her had reminded him of Y/n. The confidence, the intellect, the playfulness. He couldn’t see her face behind the mask nor did he recognize the white wig concealing her natural hair, but just the way she held herself made him attracted to her.

So when both of their identities were exposed after Otto kidnapped Y/n, it was though the missing pieces had fallen together. They both realized why they were attracted to their alter egos so much. Peter was falling for Black Cat because she was Y/n, and Y/n grew feelings for Spider-Man, because he was Peter. There was a mutual love forming and peace.

But then Mj kept trying to get Peter back—despite being engaged, and the symbiote came along.

When those events happened Peter honestly believed he lost her forever. Harry was gone and Mj was pushing her wedding month by month in hopes Peter would come around—playing with his feelings. He had had enough and the news Y/n was pregnant gave him hope. There was also the fact Aunt May threatened to beat him with her cane if he didn’t get his act together.

Peter made things clear with Mj—cutting her out of his life and he vowed to make things up with Y/n— to be there for their child.

But she needed time and space, which he gave her. So when eight months flew by and they were holding their baby boys in the hospital room, the look on Y/ns face as she smiled to Peter indicated she’d forgiven him. He had another chance. Things needed to be taken slow and there was no way he was going to screw it up again.

“What’s going on in that head of your, trouble?” Peters voice shook Y/n from her thoughts. She hadn’t realized she had just been staring at him for a good minute—where he had lifted his mask—while her mind wondered back to all those years when they were just a Cat and Spider.

She brushed her nose against his once more. “Just thinking,” she whispered against his now uncovered lips. “About us—about everything.”

Peter held her closer, thumb trailing along her suit. “We’ve come a long way. Haven’t we, Cat?” He watched Y/ns eyes light up, sparkling even more.

“It’s been quite the ride, Spider.” She giggled, pulling away and brushing past him with her hand trailing over his chest. Y/n strutted toward the opposite end of the room so she could overlook the streets. The city was full of life though it was nearing 1 in the morning, and it would be any moment before some drama would happen.

Y/n honestly couldn’t wait to get back into action with her Spider.

Speaking of spider, Peters had came behind her before crouching down right next to her. She followed his movements—going in a cat-like position, eyes scanning the ground for anyone causing trouble. Resting her head on his shoulder, Y/n thought aloud. “Thanks for getting my good side for the front cover.”

She laughed when Peter groaned, his dropping. The man knew exactly what she was referring to. The photos he had of Y/n from the morning the city saw Spider-Man chasing Black Cat were all blurry and hadn’t really captured a clear image of her face. However there were two photos that were feasible to put on cover—one of which was a little to close up for his liking where one could just barely make out the side of her profile, while the other was a behind shot completely covering her face from view.

It wasn’t a hard choice to make.

“I knew you had a thing for my ass, Parker—especially in the suit. But I didn’t think you’d broadcast it for the entire world.”

“You’re never gonna let me live this down are you?” He turned to her, seeing how she was smiling cheeky in amusement. The shake of her head made him chuckle. He turned back to the streets while Y/n trailed her hand up his back—tracing some of the lines with her gloved fingertips. The sound of police sirens filled their ears, Peter smirking under the mask and turning to his wife who was already mirroring his expression. “Ready for some trouble?”

Y/n lifts her head off his shoulder, perseverance in her gaze. “I like when there’s trouble.” Peter sent her a wink, hand coming up to bring down his mask.

“Quiet as a cat.”

“Sneaky as a spider.”

By three am, the two had successfully stopped three robberies, two car thief’s, and a guy harassing a young woman. That one Y/n had dibs on—not caring if she had caused the guy too much harm. She snuck her way above the alley he had cornered the girl in, and dropped down behind him—quiet as a cat—and before the man could blink he was thrown into a brick wall.

Y/n used her grappling hook to lift herself so she could use the brick wall as a push off and swing the guy down to his back. He hit the ground hard with a loud grunt. When he realized who was on top of him he about screamed. “Holy shit, you’re Black Cat—-.” His mouth was muffled at the last word after it was webbed shut.

Peter swung down, while Y/n pushed off the guy forming a front walk over until she was upright. Her eyes were in disgust at the man, grabbing him roughly by his jacket to lift him up. “Like harassing young girls, don’t you?” His mumbles were incoherent, eyes full of fear seeing her and Spider-Man in front of him. Y/n took another grappling device, strapping it on his waist while Peter webbed his hands and ankles. “This better be your hint to never do it again.”

The hook shot up and mounted on the gutter above, the man shrieking when he was lifted in the air. Y/n just rolled her eyes as her struggled against the webbing and rope—focusing her attention on the shaking girl beside the dumpster. “Are you okay, hun?” Her voice went from menacing to gentle when she addressed her.

The young woman’s eyes were wide, clutching to her purse to hug herself. She manages to nod weakly, bearing the two looks of gratitude. “Y-Yes. Th-thank you—so much. T-Thank you.”

“You’re welcome,” Peter tells her softly. “Better get home now—and stay safe.” The young woman nods, thanking them again before running out of the alley. They leave the man strapped up by the rope for the police—hearing the sirens in the distance, and Peter grabs Y/n by her waist before shooting a web to the top of the building.

Once on the roof, they run a few rooftops over till they are a good distance away—seeing the red and blue flashes light up where the alley was. When they finally stop, Y/n lets out a breath—clapping her hands together, “Phew, man it feels nice to be back.”

A giggle leaves her when Peters arms are around her waist from behind, pulling her to his chest. “Just like old times, eh?” His unmasked face goes to her neck, taking in her aroma which was a mix of her perfume that he loved with sweat from all the action they had endured through the night. Y/ns hand comes up to card her fingers in his hair while she leaned into his chest.

“Can’t believe I waited so long—you got to have all the fun,” she teases, tilting her head when he placed a kiss to her hot skin.

“You were raising two babies, Cat,” he mumbles pressing more kisses to her neck. “I think the citizens of New York would understand why you took a hiatus—not that they would ever know.” He groans when she bushes her backside against him. The thin material of their suits leaving nothing to the imagination. “Y/n,” he warns, lifting his head to give her a look of ‘Don’t start something you know we can’t finish just yet.’

“What?” she says innocently, doing the movement again and smirking when she feels his reaction beneath her. “You used to love it.”She was so referencing the nights she used to work him up on patrol so when they’d get home it would be a good time to relieve all the stress pent up.

“Not saying I don’t,” his hands go to her hips, holding her firmly. She pouts and he squeezes slightly to warn her. “But if you keep it up I’m not gonna last. And we’re in public—can’t have us getting caught and arrested for that, trouble.”

“That didn’t stop you before—.”

“Y/n….”

She huffs but smirks nonetheless. “Fine,” her tone is dramatic, but becomes playful again. “As long as you make it up to me, Spider.” Peter chuckles, leaning forward to kiss her lips but pulling away before she could try and bit his lip like she usually did to get him worked up.

“Wouldn’t dream of anything else, Cat.”

Y/n smiles, turning around so she could face him and bring the man into another kiss when sirens ring out in the night. They both turn to see flashing red and blue speeding down towards a racing car a street away. The cars turned and started speeding out of view—the couple turning to each other with mirrored gazes of ‘Time to go to work.’

Y/n pulls down Peters mask, but before giving him one last kiss. “The city that never sleeps huh, spider?”

“Just like old times.”

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Tag list: @secretsthathauntus , @eternalharry

[lavishedinjimin]

bts reaction -> their girlfriends acting bratty

> all of the gifs I use in every reaction posts aren’t mine! just wanting to clear that out of the way. <

UNEDITED

Namjoon: 

"Baby, shhh, quiet, quiet," Namjoon giggles, pressing his index finger against his lips to signal you to keep quiet across the room. He sits on the couch with his legs crossed, on a phone-call meeting with his members while he gawks at you with a stern glare. 

You were wearing a short skirt, obviously teasing him all because of your playful mood. "Joon..." you teasingly moan, slowly bending over until the hem of your skirt hikes up your skin. Namjoon clenches his jaw, leaning back on the couch as he unconsciously manspreads. He lifts his arm up on the cushions behind him, observing your actions like a predator. 

You like how he reacted so you lift your skirt up with your hand, showing him your panties. Giggling when he bites his lip, you wiggle your ass in front of him without any second thoughts. 

But as soon as he puts the phone down, you let out a shriek when he unexpectedly grabs you by the waist and forcing you down to sit on his lap. Namjoon chuckles menacingly, wrapping a hand around your throat as he presses your back against his chest. "Someone wants attention," he whispers in your ear with a smirk, "If you want my attention so bad, baby, you could've just asked. Not make me stutter my fucking words when I'm on a call." 

Seokjin: 

Seokjin was exhausted from working all day, but yet he still finds the time to cook you dinner as a surprise. You didn't hear him enter your apartment as he just started to prepare the ingredients. Yawning here and there, he fights back the urge to just lay down on the couch and sleep until the morning, just to treat his baby girl. 

"Babe!" your voice startles him for a moment, but it warms his heart finally seeing you. Embracing him in a backhug, your eyes expand as you take an inhale of the delicious food he's cooking. 

"Why didn't you tell me you're gonna cook, babe?" you pout, "Let me help you at least!" You take the pan away from him, ignoring his "no's". 

“No thank you, Y/n. Be a good girl and just wait for me, okay?" He gives you a kind smile, although you furrow your eyebrows at him. 

"Noooooo! You're tired, Seokjin. Just rest for a couple of hours. I can skip dinner!" 

"Y/n," he sighs deeply, "baby just sit on the couch and wait, okay? Let me do this." 

"No, Seokjin! You're tired and I—" 

"Listen to me," he warns with a stern voice, eyes burning holes into yours. You gulp in pure nervousness. "I love you baby, but just let me take care of you. I don't want you worrying over me." You pout at him, "But..." He leans closer and presses a tender kiss on your pouting lips, chuckling at you, "I said what I said, Y/n. There's nothing to worry about." 

 Yoongi: 

 The doorbell caused Yoongi to panic, immediately thinking that someone might've broken into his studio – but it was only you. "How did you..." Yoongi sighs when you giddily roll his chair away from the desk, keeping him away from doing work as you sit on his lap. 

"How did you get inside here, huh?" 

 "You told me your password, silly!" you giggle, booping his nose. Yoongi grunts and scoots back towards the desk, trying to push you away. 

"Y/n, didn't I told you to wait until I finish? You shouldn't be here." 

"No!" you puff, crossing your arms together in front of your chest. "I wanna stay here with you!" Your boyfriend quirks a brow, running his tongue against his lower lip. This action made you fight back a bratty laugh. 

"Oh yeah?" he teases. "Mhm. I do what I want, Yoongi— oopmh!" Suddenly with force, Yoongi pushes your body down to lay you across his lap, stomach pressed against his thighs while he had easy access to your ass. He doesn't hesitate to spank you roughly through the fabric of your clothes, making you whine. "Have you forgotten your place, babe? Hm? " he spanks you again, harder. You close your eyes as you dwell in the feeling. "You wanna do what you want, huh, baby? That's what you want?" He asks, and you nod your head up and down, "Then you’re gonna stay here, right over my lap and wait until I finish." 

Hoseok:

"Baby, c'mon now," he warns, eyes glaring at you intensely. "I've told you many times before that you can't come with me to practice."

"Why noooooot!" you dragged the vowel out, pouting your lips on purpose just to make your point across. Wrapping your arms around his neck, you pulled him closer to you as a playful smile paints across your face.

Hoseok fights the urges to just pin you against the wall and make you aware of what’s about to come when you push him further like that. “We have seven hours of practice baby. You’ll just be bored.”

"I won’t! I promiseeeee! Please please please? Pretty pleaaaaase?"

"No, baby." He states simply.

"Ugh, whatever," you scoff as you start walking away from him. However, this didn't sit well with him. Hoseok chuckles and grabs your arm, spinning you until your bodies were touching each other's. "Stop acting like a brat," he speaks lowly, "you don't want me to punish you."

Jimin: 

Jimin's a brat tamer — for all that we know. He likes discipline and absolutely despises when you don't obey his rules. Even though you had learned not to rebel, you can't help but push his buttons now and then. 

"Jimin!" you yell, speed-walking to the living room where he stands. "Let's go?" 

Jimin furrows his eyebrows as he studies your body, eyeing you from top to bottom. He suddenly scoffs, "You aren't going out dressed like that." 

Pouting, you reply, "Why? What's wrong with this?" you scan your outfit that is clearly not appropriate for the cold weather outside. You knew that he was going to say something about it, everything was entirely your plan — but you decide to act dumb. 

 "Babe," he sighs, stroking his hair back, "Go and put on a jacket or something. We're not going anywhere until you cover up." His gaze on you was sharp, those sultry eyes unwavering. 

You cross tour arms together, "Just say that you don't like it when I show skin, Jimin." 

Oops. Too much? 

You saw his demeanor instantly changes, as he firmly grabs your waist and pulls you to his chest. "No. That's not what I said. I just don't want you to catch a cold. Are you kidding me?”

Although you try to show him that you're pissed off by rolling your eyes, you were enjoying it deep down. You placed your hands on his chest and tried to push him away, "I'll wear whatever I want to." 

"It's not about that. Are you fucking foreal?" Jimin runs his warm hands down your exposed arms, clicking his tongue as he shakes his head side to side. "Baby, you need to know that I'm saying this because I care for you. You know I always let you wear whatever you want. But it's fucking freezing outside and I don't want my baby to get sick." 

"No." 

Hah. There we go. 

"No?" he quirks a brow, smirking. "Ahh, baby. I think you're being excessive, huh?" He holds the back of your neck with one hand, the other pressing against your lower back. "Do I have to teach you another fucking lesson?" 

Taehyung: 

Taehyung didn’t mind that you sometimes act a little bratty — he even calls it playful. He believes that there’s nothing wrong with acting a little goofy between two partners. 

But there’s a line. There’s a complete difference with acting playful and plain misbehavior. 

And you crossed that line. 

“Y/n, don’t talk to me like that. Just let me explain.” He sighs, the tiredness in his voice was evident. He was tired of you constantly shouting and yelling, just because you had suspected him that he’s talking to another girl when in fact was his cousin. You just wouldn’t listen and let him explain.

“No! Just get out of my house and fuckin’... I don’t know, fuck that bitch.” You spat the words without thinking, standing up from the couch as you try to make your way to your bedroom. 

But your heart almost stops when you felt a hand wrapping around your throat, Taehyung’s front pressing up against your back as his lips ghosts on the skin of your neck. “Don’t you walk away like this. Let me fucking explain for once and keep your mouth shut,” he growls deeply, causing chilling shivers to run throughout your body.  

Taehyung spins you around and his chest clenches to see your big doe eyes gawking up at him. “She’s my cousin, for god’s sake, Y/n! Why won’t you let me explain?” A wave of guilt starts to weigh your body while you tilt your head down. You were about to open your mouth but he was faster than you. “Want me to prove it to you? I can make you read our conversation if you don’t trust me enough.” Taehyung scoffs, rolling his eyes, “I guess you don’t really trust me, do you?” 

“No! That’s...” your voice appears softer, completely out of words to say, “I’m sorry, Tae—”

“You better be.” He snaps, suddenly grabbing your wrist before leading you to the bedroom with long strides of his feet. “After I’m done punishing you and teaching you another fucking lesson, I hope you’re truly sorry.” 

Jungkook: 

“Hmm, don’t start that attitude with me, baby.” Jungkook smirks, pointing his finger at you.

“Jungkook, please! I’m gonna pay you back, I swear!” You pout as you stare at the screen in front of you, as if having a staring contest with the pair of Chanel heels that you wanted to purchase.

Jungkook chuckles and scoots closer to you, swinging his right arm around your shoulder, “Oh, darling, money’s not the issue here, you aren’t paying anyone back,” He rasps, making you look up at him with expecting, excited eyes. “But I’ve already bought several items for you today, wouldn’t you think that it’s enough?” 

Jungkook kisses your cheek, firmly holding your jaw in place as the pout doesn’t wipe off of your face. “Do you want more?” He asks. 

Without thinking, you reply instantly, “Yes.” 

“Oh, I think I’ve spoiled my girlfriend too much,” he sighs while shaking his head side to side. He stretches his arms up in the air, groaning. “That’s enough online shopping for today, baby.” 

“No!” you whirl your head to his direction, eyebrows furrowing. “For this pair I’ll pay you back with my own money, okay? Please? Jungkook pleeeaaase?” Your hands hold onto his forearms, shaking his arm to further persuade him to buy you this one pair of heels. “It’s on sale!” 

In a quick motion, you squeak when he forces you down on the couch, back hitting the cushion as he quickly hovers above you. You gulp, watching his pupils dilate. 

“Enough is enough, baby. Do you want me to call you my spoiled brat, huh?” He was fast to pin your wrists up above your head, trapping your legs under his own so that you can’t escape. 

Jungkook leans down slowly, watching the way his tongue prods out to lick his lips. “If you wanna act like a spoiled little brat, then you should be treated like one, right?” 

[0idril0]

So... it’s been awhile, and it’s not really whump, but have some world building for my harpy.

Previous post, first post

Takes place about 3 days after Caged 2.

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The door to the mansion was even bigger in the light of day.

“Fuck.”

Anoria swatted at Emric’s leg, glaring at him from her caracal form. She looked disgusted with him, but it could have been the snow. He doubted it.

“I know, I know, gimme a minute. I just need to get my mind right.”

Her unimpressed glare met his gaze and he grimaced, knowing exactly what she was thinking. He’d had two days to get his mind right.

Anoria had been pissed when they’d left the mansion. The petite Indian woman had waited for them to get to headquarters before she’d let loose, screaming and growling about listening to her cues. How she’d tried to get him to stop his approach after watching the other predator puffing his wings up in fear.

Looking back on the night had guilt swirling in his gut again. He hadn’t listened, too interested in getting his hands on the harpy, just once, to say that he had. The screech from the cowering harpy had been powerful, the flapping of wings terrifying, but what was even worse was the way Murdock had struck the harpy down, blood splattering on the floor. The terrified wail as it was dragged away.

And now he was going to have to go in there and do it again.

Fuck, he was going to be sick.

“We’ve got this, we’ve got this, it’ll all work out just fine...” he took a fortifying breath and rang the doorbell, listening to the impressive gonging noise coming from inside. “We’ve got to have this.”

The plan wasn’t even a plan. It was just gain Lachlan’s trust and learn what they could. If they were lucky Anoria would be able to sneak away and snoop. That still didn’t help him.

Emric scrubbed at his face and took a breath, setting deep within himself waiting for the doorman. The worst part is that it wouldn’t even be hard for him, especially since the subject in question was a male harpy. He’d written his dissertation on supernatural creatures with an emphasis on harpies. It was why he’d been contacted for the job with SPCA, so he could help with the conservation of the supernatural species they would come across.

It was just such a big opportunity, and it made him sick that he was so excited about it.

By the time the door opened his gut was in knots, but his face was relaxed and open to meet the piercing gaze of Lachlan’s butler.

“Mr. Roland Moore, I presume?”

Emric hoped his answering smile and confirmation were just as oily as they felt, it was the only way Lachlan would trust him.

“Please, follow me, Master Murdock has asked that you meet him in the den.” The doorman was stiff, barely looking at them after he’d taken Emric’s coat.

Emric followed slowly, hoping the man wouldn’t notice him peeking through every open door. They’d need a solid map of the place if they ever decided on a full force raid on the property, and, at the moment, he and Anoria would be the only ones able to get it.

It took a solid ten minutes for the doorman- or was he a butler?- to walk them to the den. Emric almost had to reach up and close his mouth, shocked at the number of extremely expensive/ highly illegal items that were stowed away in just the places they’d passed.

Anoria obviously wasn’t pleased at his gaping, claws digging into his ankle as he stared at the room the butler opened. Emric hissed at the sharp pain, but reaffixed the aloof expression of his alternate persona as the butler guided them into the den.

“Sir, make yourself comfortable, Master Murdock will be with you shortly.” The butler bowed-fucking bowed-before turning to walk from the room with a precision that made Emric hold back a snort.

He and Anoria shared a look of trepidation before taking in the den they’d been led to. The den wasn’t as large or opulent as the elegant gallery room the party had been held in, but that didn’t mean it was any less intimidating.

“Anoria, we’re not in Kansas anymore...”

Rows and rows of bookcases lined the walls, shelves heavy with old books. Overstuffed armchairs that looked more expensive than his lives salary sat in front of a crackling fire places.

There was... a cage? On the fire place? He knelt down and unbuckled Anorias leash, his partner darting away to investigate the closest set of bookshelves. He couldn’t tear his eyes away from the fire place though, brain registering something off about it even through the cage.

“Holy shit.....” A fire salamander rolled in the hearth, sitting between two of the crackling logs. The salamander noticed his staring and cocked its head, a molten tongue coming out and licking over it’s blazing eyes before it scurried deeper into the logs, wood crackling.

Emric shuffled forward, crouching to get a better look at the creature. They were supposed to be able to emit heat equal to that of lava, living in volcanoes. Twelve hundred Celsius. His fingers itched for a note book, a napkin, something so he could jot down what he was seeing. He couldn’t even risk pulling his cell phone out here, the app he was using to record everything would get messed up, but god he wanted to take picture of the salamander. Or well, anything actually, maybe he would have time for just one-

“Fascinating, isn’t it?”

“Ahh!” Emric yelped, jumping to his feet- bouncing to catch his balance. Lachlan stood behind him, an unreadable expression on his face as he watched Emric flail. He struggled to smile, feeling his face flush at the scrutiny. “I’m so sorry, I couldn’t help myself.”

Lachlan’s face smoothed, a smirk adorning his features. “No need for apologies, that’s why you’re here right?”

A small bolt of fear crawled up his back at the statement, but he banished it as soon as he felt it. Lachlan couldn’t know that the supernatural creatures were why they were here, they’d spent at least an hour after the harpy’s removal discussing trade deals for large exotic cats. Lachlan, it seemed, had been looking for a specific type of panther, and Emric was supposed to be the man to talk to. It was as good a reason as any to be at the party, and the SPCA had been adamant that the cover would hold.

“That and the training you mentioned.” Emric felt the sleazy smirk slide into place even as he tried to hold back a sneer. “Though, I can’t lie, I’ve been looking forward to seeing the harpy again. It’s a fascinating creature, just like everything you seem to have here. It’s amazing what you’re able to do with them too, the wood elf you brought out was especially well behaved.”

Lachlan huffed, an uncharacteristic leer on his face as he knelt down by the fireplace. “Most of my male guests like my wood elf, you should see her dance, truly a sight.”

The waggle of Lachlan’s eyebrows made Emric taste bile, but he smirked instead of showing his disgust, “Oh, I’m sure that’s a sight to behold.”

“Regardless of her popularity, she isn’t my favorite acquisition.” Lachlan opened the cage to the fire place as he spoke, settling a long fingered hand at the opening of the cage. “When I bring her out some of my guests tend to be put out due to her humanoid appearance and I wind up in debates about keeping her in my menagerie. Like she’s a human that I’m keeping captive. “

Lachlan turned to him a question in his eyes, like he was asking if Emric thought the same.

He quickly arranged his face into a commiserating smile, recalling Lachlan bemoaning like conversations during the party. “There are those that think supernaturals should be free, that they have just as much personality and feeling as we do.”

Lachlan’s face contorted into a revolted grimace, reaching into the fireplace to grab the salamander. It immediately stopped glowing, every flame disappearing as it curled around the man’s hand. He held the salamander out to Emric; a challenge in his gaze. “They’re nothing more than animals, amazing animals, yes, but animals. To think otherwise is fallacy. What they once considered magic, we now know to be science beyond the understanding that they had. Humanity is the top of the food chain for a reason, and that’s to keep them in line.”

Emric chuckled, suddenly nervous. “I still don’t know how you get them to behave like that, I can’t even get my caracal to behave, and she’s far from supernatural.” The lie rolled off his tongue easy, practice made perfect.

“You have to understand them. A being made for fire placed in a wet and cold environment after it misbehaves will learn to avoid certain behaviors that lead to it being there.” Straightening, with the salamander still clutched in his hand, Lachlan gave Emric a challenging glare and held the creature out. “You can’t think of them as more than animals, you must be their Master. Otherwise they will never do what you say. Go on, take it, it won’t hurt you.”

The salamander was inched from his hands, and Emric could feel the sweat beading his palms as he cupped them around it. When it hit his hands he hissed and then gasped, shock rushing through him. It was warm, like a hot mug of coffee.

“Do you know why people come to me, Roland? It’s not for the finery, it’s not the supernaturals. Its the feeling of power. It’s because here, its mankind at its highest, Masters over the world, over the elements and the wild things. We are gods here.” Lachlan finished his speech with fire in his voice, an unholy light in his eyes.

Emric was suddenly very, very afraid of the man in front of him.

[daemongal]

Hello, I love your writing! I was also wondering if you could write something NSFW with prompt 9. “Quit it or I’ll bite.” with Nero?

Hoo boy, I hope you’re ready for some spice. So, this was only meant to be half as long but I couldn’t find a comfortable point to cut it off so I… just kept on going :P So enjoy 2.5k words of Dom!Nero x reader smut!

Prompt is from this post! 

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9- “Quit or I’ll bite 

“Is that comfortable? Not too tight?” Nero asked gently, as you tested the restraints around your wrists.

“No, they’re fine baby. Are you sure you’re ok doing this? I mean, I kind of asked you out of the blue and I know this isn’t your usual thing.” You’d been thinking about him doing this for weeks, fantasising whenever you had a quiet moment alone. Ever since he showed that sliver of domineering behaviour that night, when his hand hovered over your throat before receding quickly, the want latent in his eyes. You kicked yourself mentally for waiting so long to test the waters considering how happy he had been to oblige.

“I mean, I’d be lying if I said I wasn’t… curious.” He rubbed the back of his neck with his hand, avoiding your gaze bashfully. “Besides, I can tell you really wanna try this, and if it’s gonna make you happy, I’m sure I’ll have fun too.” A smile crept up his cheeks as he looked down at your prone form, naked as the day you were born, your legs crossed slightly to cover yourself.  

Nero leaned down to place a chaste kiss on your lips before leaning his forehead against your own. “You’re so goddamn beautiful you know, no need to go shy on me. ”His lips moved to the shell of your ear. “Especially not with what I’m about to do to you.” He ran his tongue along the outside of your ear, goosflesh rising across your skin in response. “You remember your safeword right?” You nodded, eyes already lidded, body already hot from what little stimulation you’d received, your mind running on overdrive at the current situation.

He moved back from you and sat upright, a scowl forming on his brows. “I asked you a question, are you gonna answer me?” Your breath hitched at the sudden assertiveness in his tone.

“Y-yes.”

“Yes what?” You swallowed audibly.

“Yes… sir.”

“Good girl.” Lord, it sounded better coming from his mouth than your mind could have ever imagined it. “Now you better stay being good for me. Remember, you were the one who asked for this.” He ran his hand down your chest, over the curve of your breast, his fingers grazing your nipple before travelling down to run along the inside of your thigh.  

“I-I will, sir. W-will I be rewarded if I’m good?” Your normally tough bravado was being brushed aside by his confident behaviour, his teasing touches and his tormenting words.

“Of course. Now, open your legs for me princess.” You obeyed him, spreading your legs slowly as he leered down at you. He ran a single finger between your folds, from your wetness up and over your clit, already swollen from your arousal. You gasped at the sudden touch, arching your back in response before the hand gripped your thigh tightly. “Misbehave for me though, and I’ll have to punish you; got it?”  

“Yes sir.” You spoke through already heavy breaths as he smirked devilishly. He moved himself in response to hover his body over yours, hands either side of your head, placing one of his legs between yours, pressing his thigh into your heat. You groaned at the contact, pressing yourself further into him, accepting any friction you could get.

His hand pushed your hips down into the mattress as he tutted. “Behave princess, no moving.” You groaned as your hips were forced still, the pressure from his leg not letting up. He moved his face to your breast, taking one of your nipples hungrily into his mouth, teasing it between his lips and flicking it with his tongue. He carefully kneaded the other breast with his hand, tugging at you with his fingers. You moaned at his ministrations, wrists straining against the restraints as the need to run your hands through his hair was tormenting you.  

He moved his lips upwards, kissing you torturously light against your collarbone and across your shoulder. Once he reached your neck, his lips became harsher, sucking on the skin with each open mouthed kiss he placed, catching each and every spot he knew you loved, heavy breaths leaving your lips as you twisted your head to the side giving him better access.  

He sucked on a spot next to your pulse point and you couldn’t help yourself, as you rolled your hips against his leg, moaning at the friction but getting an annoyed huff in response.  

“Quit it…” Nero started, lips still pressed against your neck, “or I’ll bite.” You wanted to be good for him, you craved his praising words more than you knew; but the temptation of such punishment was too great as a smirk formed on your face, your hips rolling again in defiance. He all but growled against your skin, causing your hair to stand on end.

“I warned you, princess.” You felt his teeth graze the skin on your neck, in the curve where it met your shoulder, before he bit down; hard. Your mouth hung open as heat flooded through your body. His fingers tugged at your nipple, leg pressing further against your heat as you shamelessly bucked against his leg, overtaken by the sensation of teeth on skin. It was a rush unlike any you’d felt before. He continued his assault on your neck, moving up to the more sensitive skin and repeating his actions, marking you over and over.

“Ahh- Nero!” You felt the heat wash over you once more, building in your core and releasing as quickly as it had appeared. Your sudden climax took you by surprise as your hips jerked erratically, a hoarse moan leaving your throat before lips left your skin and your tense body flopped to the mattress. Your breaths were quick and heavy as the leg was removed from between yours, a disgruntled Nero shaking his head as he looked down on you in apparent shame.

“Here I thought I was punishing you, then you go and get yourself off like that. I didn’t know you had it in you to be such a brat. Whatever will I do with you?” You mentally kicked yourself for getting carried away. You asked for this yet you still couldn’t slip into the role as easily as he had. The last thing you wanted was to discourage him.

“S-sorry!” You blurted out. “I-I shouldn’t have done that, it wasn’t my place!” You couldn’t look at him, too worried to see his reaction. You saw his arm reach up to begin undoing the restraints and your heart sunk. Once fully undone, he threw them to the side, your arms dropping to the bed as you started moving them back to your body, upset that you had ended it so quickly.  

As quick as a flash, you were flipped onto your stomach, a new pressure applied to your arms as they were pinned in place above your head. You gasped, eyes widening as the recognition set in; blue spectral claws wrapped around your lower arms, making you immobile once more as a hand slapped against your rear. You yelped in shock ass his hand barrelled down a second time, hitting you harshly.  

“Looks like I’m gonna have to bring out the big guns to keep you under wraps, princess.” He suddenly paused, opting to thrust two fingers harshly into your over sensitive core making you writhe, your legs pinned beneath his own, rendering you immobile. He slapped you again with his free hand, causing you to clench around his fingers, body shuddering at the sensations.

“Ahh- Nero! P-please, gods please!” You didn’t know what you were begging for, only that you needed it quickly. He massaged your inner sweet spot roughly, hand crashing against your ass once more. The pressure on your wrists lightened ever so slightly as a spectral claw ran itself down your back, grazing you lightly with its talons, the sensation making your jaw drop once more.  

As quick as it started, all movements stopped. He removed his fingers from you, gently stroking your burning rear, spectral hand resting lightly against your hip. You body ached for more, dying for more contact, for anything he would give.  

“Seems like I was too lenient with you.” A finger trained down your spine, from the base of your neck to the cleft of your ass. “I’m gonna have you begging for me princess, and then I’m gonna make you beg some more.” You turned your head to the side, face pressed against the mattress to look into his eyes. His pupils were dilated, irises glowing with the faintest of gold hues, very much the look of a predator looking down at its prey. The sight would have filled you with fear if it weren’t for the smug grin on his face, and the reassuring wink he sent you. The sight warmed you in both arousal and reassurance, before fingers entered you suddenly once more, rough and unforgiving.  

You smiled through the moans as the spectral claw on your hip lifted them into the air, forcing you onto your knees before resting against the back of your neck, applying just enough pressure to pin your upper body in place. Your eyes rolled back in your head as his fingers caressed you from the new angle.  

“Now princess, tell me how much you want my cock and I just might let you have it.” His fingers in you slowed to a torturous pace as he began to languidly stroke himself in time with his movements.  You breathed heavily, nerves overtaking you from being in such a precarious position, only managing a whine in response. It gained you another slap to each of your ass cheeks.

“Ahh- gods Nero; please, please I want it!” Your face was burning, his fingers no longer moving, just massaging that same spot over and over causing your hips to jerk involuntarily.

“What do you want? Gonna have to be clearer than that.” You could hear the smirk in his voice. You’d never imagined he would enjoy it this much, slip into this role so easily, but every word he uttered made between your legs throb more than you thought possible.

“Y-your cock. I want your cock Nero. Please!” He hummed in approval as he removed his fingers, leaving you empty again. He pressed the head against your entrance, rubbing up and down your slit making you groan. His mouth hung open, taking heavy breaths as he struggled to keep his eyes open.

“Once more. Tell me once more.” The blue claw around your wrists gripped tighter.  

“Please Nero. Please give me your cock! I need it, I need yo- ahh.” With that, he pushed himself into you in one firm movement, his hips flush against you, filling you completely as you both moaned in unison.  

“Shit, you’re so tight princess.” You could feel him throbbing inside of you, a spark of pride shooting through you knowing he was just as wound up as you were. A smile spread up your cheeks at the though, not going unnoticed by the devil hunter. “Oh, I’m gonna wipe that smile of your pretty little face.” He said with a smirk before pulling almost completely out of you and slamming back in. Your whole body shook on the impact as he repeated the action once, twice, three times, before settling into a quicker, harsher pace, both hands settling on your hips, gripping you bruisingly tight.  

He pounded into you, moans and curses spilling from both of your lips, his hands all but holding you up as your legs begin to go weak. “N-Nero… I’m gonna- I’m  so close!” He pulled out of you almost instantly, blue claws letting go of you before flipping you on your back again.  

“Grab the headboard, don’t let go; you got that?” He growled his demand and you obeyed, gripping the wooden slats tightly as your head spun in a haze. “Good girl.” His claws moved from resting on his shoulders to your hips, lifting then off the bed to line you back up with him as he stayed kneeling at the base of the bed. His hands gripped your waist as he pulled you towards him and slowly pushed back into you, spectral arms hoisting your hips in the air. You threw your head back, the new position making you see starts behind your eyelids.

“Shit, Nero! Please, don’t stop, please!” He continued his rough pace, scraping his cock against your walls.  

“Don’t worry princess; even if- ahh, even if I could, I wouldn’t want to. You feel… you feel too damn good.” Your knuckles were white from gripping the bed for dear life, throat hoarse as you were reduced to dry pants and groans. Sweat was dripping fro Nero’s brow, the gold in his eyes more prominent as his thrusts became more erratic. A hand moved to toy with your clit, rubbing circles as spectral hands moved your hips back and forth in time with his thrusts.

“Fuck! Like that! Just like that, oh gods Nero!” Your entire body tensed and your climax came over you, hard and intense, flowing through your body as waves of pleasure hit you as you screamed his name. Your name flowed off Nero’s tongue, over and over like a mantra as he pushed himself in you to the hilt, coming hard inside you, coating your walls, his body spasming against yours.

After a few moments, he slowly lowered your hips, slipping himself out of you as he dropped his body next to yours, lifting your hands from the bed frame and taking them in his own, rubbing his thumbs over them gently as you both lay there breathing through the afterglow.  

“Well fuck.” Nero broke the silence, a smile gracing his features as he turned on his side. You followed suit, turning and smiling back. Nero’s cheeks were tinted red as his eyes darted from yours, a sudden bout of bashful ness overcoming him.  

“I err… I hope I wasn’t too rough with you. Do you need me to get you anyth-“ You cut him off with a gentle kiss to his lips as you both melted at the contact.  

“That was more amazing that I ever imagined it would be. Trust me baby, you did amazingly.” His cheeks flushed a darker red as you chuckled, kissing his forehead. “I think I’ll have my soppy Nero back next time though otherwise I won’t be able to sit comfortably for a week.” He mumbled something incoherent in response with a pout. “I love you.” You said as you brushed his cheek softly with your hand. He placed his own over it, pressing it further into his cheek.

“I love you too.” His eyes met yours again as he smiled softly, before stretching his limbs and sighing. “Right, how about I run us a bath and then we find some crappy horror movie to watch?”  

“Sounds like a plan! As long as there’s zombies! And not the scary ones, but the ones that look like they’ve got ham stapled to their faces!” You face lit up at the thought as Nero rose from the bed. You cheekily slapped his ass as he was walking away and winked as he turned around.

“Your turn next time, big boy.”

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Thank you for the request, I had too much fun writing this! God bless Nero’s 4 arms, amirite?!

(Masterlist can be found here)

[everyonepoops2]

My Six Dark Days in Svalbard

I have a map of the world taped to the wall next to my desk that I use to stare at blankly when I’m bored and sometimes to scout geography. You’d think after years of staring at it that I’d be better at knowing where places are, but I still reference it when I’m buying plane tickets. Turns out there’s a big island near the top of the world called Svalbard and you can actually book a flight there!

                                        (not the map on my wall)

The Northern Lights have been on my periphery for a while, so I started looking up the best places to see them. Iceland, Tromso, Norway, and Alaska popped up as having the greatest activity and best viewing potential. I hadn’t been to any of these places and have seen beautiful pics from other people visiting them, which should be their selling point- but not for me! I reject exploratory conformity! 

So the travel hipster in me went with Svalbard, even if my chances of seeing the Aurora Borealis were slimmer there. After three flights and 35+ hours travel time I arrived in Longyearbyen, Svalbard to total darkness at 2:15 in the afternoon.

FUN FACTS ABOUT LONGYEARBYEN:

1. Besides being the northernmost city in the world, it also has the northernmost church, ATM, post office, commercial airport, and university.

2. Since more than 3,000 polar bears live around Svalbard it is required to carry and know how to use a rifle anytime you leave city limits.

3. The sun doesn’t rise for 4 months from the end of October to the beginning of March. The 24/7 night is disorienting, but the darkness doesn’t bother as much as the lack of change does (I’m already butting into the facts section with opinions, ahh!).

4. Despite Svalbard being a Norwegian territory, the town was founded by an American in 1906 as a coaling city and translates to Longyear City. 

5. Cats are prohibited as pets because they are a threat to the Arctic bird population. 

6. Reindeer are known to wander right through town since they have no natural predators. (I only saw reindeer on the outskirts of town but maybe it’s a time of year thing).

7. It’s illegal to be buried there. Longyearbyen only has a small graveyard that stopped accepting new burials 70 years ago because (due to the permafrost) the bodies never decompose. Ted Williams is on his own for now.

8. Longyearbyen is built on stilts due to the ground being permanently frozen year round. The stilts keep the buildings from the active layer to prevent flooding and sinking.

Colorful wooden houses. I slipped and fell on my ass shortly after taking this photo.

On my first day (night?) there I wanted to book tours right off the bat to increase my chances of seeing the lights. I signed up for the first trip at 10:00PM that same night- an Arctic Tapas tour that took you on a heated bus outside of town, fed you peanuts and wine (I couldn’t eat the fish thing they served), and had you wait for about an hour to see if the lights showed up. When they don’t, they take you back to your hotel feeling like a raging failure. This happened the first two nights, but no big deal- I had four more days to catch a glimpse of the lights!

Sidenote: Stepping outside even for a moment in cold climate is such a layering *event*. I can’t fathom living in a place where choosing the wrong outfit could literally kill you.

On my third day, I booked a pricey tour with a local wildlife photographer because I thought he could help me figure out my camera settings and get a good pic of some Aurora action. He never showed to pick me up so I went to the tour office to cancel the trip and get a refund. When the man working there was trying to get in contact with the photographer to figure out what happened, I noticed the entire wall section on his right dedicated to selling rifles and gun equipment (look to fun fact #2).

Polar bears are a looming threat everywhere in Svalbard. The tour bus driver had to “check for polar bears” before we could get out. You’re not allowed to go anywhere outside of town without a rifle. Polar bear warning street signs are all over the place. So I asked the tourist office guy, “What are my chances of seeing a polar bear around?” In response he SCOFFED/CHUCKLED and said not likely (while standing next to the giant rifle polar bear protection section). Stay consistent with messaging, please! 

                        Translates to “Apply throughout Svalbard” 

                          My only polar bear sighting at baggage claim. 

When I returned to my hotel the receptionist said she was able to get in contact with the photographer and he had apologized and said it was because of a glitch with his website. He offered to reschedule for an hour later and I accepted. While out with him I got to see a fluffy white arctic fox and some reindeer but NO LIGHTS.

This was as close to getting a shot in focus I could get during the wildlife tour. The photographer leaned in afterwards to show me how much better the same frame looked a couple of days prior when he got a shot of it with the Northern Lights behind it. I resisted the urge to slap his camera out of my face. 

By day four I was beginning to stress. I became obsessed with checking the weather report and Aurora tracker online. I booked the damn Arctic Tapas tour again for the fourth night even though it was supposed to be completely overcast (the tour operators were really nice and only charged me for one night since I hadn’t gotten to see the lights yet). 

It WAS overcast and I didn’t see them the fourth night. Or the fifth. 

I couldn’t sleep that fifth night and was getting upset that it was all going to be a waste (fun!). I decided that I was going to splurge on a rental car that last day and sit in the freezing cold all day if I had to. After renting the car I drove straight to the lookout point and sat there, staring at the sky, for hours and hours. 

Nothing but stupid blank sky, stupid stars, and stupid beautiful shining full moon. It was like this all day. I never thought I could grow so angry at a sky- but I was BITTER. I kept replaying Jennifer Love Hewitt’s I Know What You Did Last Summer speech in my mind, “WHAT ARE YOU WAITING, HUH? WHAT ARE YOU WAITING FOOOORRR???”

Needless to say, it didn’t work out. The Jennifer Love Hewitt scene was clearly my low point, but by the time I got to the airport, I had made my peace. I began to say the thing you say to yourself when you don’t get what you want. It wasn’t meant to be. I especially had to laugh when I checked the Aurora tracker on my phone and saw that away from the brightness of town, there were large lime streaks covering the entire sky as I was waiting to board my flight. I guess it had been waiting for me to leave. 

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2 MONTHS LATER

“I will not go quietly into the night!” - Independence Day (1996)

While it looks like I was driving into a death trap (which I was), I was also driving in one of the top three locations to see the Northern Lights: Fairbanks, Alaska. 

Sometimes conformity is good:

Like a mild green sunset signaling the end of a hunt. Thank God.   

[mirrorfalls]

Lego Liveblogs ST: TOS, part 24 (of who-the-hell-knows-how-many?)

Everybody get up it's time to bleed now We got a real Seed goin' down Welcome to the Space Seed Here's your chance, do your dance At the Space Seed Alright...

And here we are, the one villain-of-the-week apparently so badass that the silver screen plucked him up fifteen years later, no questions asked! Will he live up to the legacy, the plaudits, the memes? Let’s find out.

* I was going to hold off on all the “hurhurhur seed” jokes, but look at that ship * Ahh, the Eugenics Wars. I hear tell this one throwaway line’s spawned an entire shelf of spinoff novels. * Welp, fifty years was a good enough guess for how long it’d take intergalactic travel to kick off, Gene, but you should’ve put a few more chips on sixty... * That is one flimsy-ass cryogenic pod. * I love how the soundtrack isn’t even pretending this momentous new discovery is anything but bad news. ** On that note - I wonder how much more momentous it would feel if literal time travel hadn’t been a thing in at least two previous episodes. * How quaint - Spock assumes nobody from the past could possibly have shot into space without the general government’s say-so. * Gender politics ho! ** Wonder how many gallons of ink yesteryear’s Trekkies have already spilled on examining whether Kirk’s just projecting his own “Oh no, this Guy From the Past is hot!” feelings on poor Lieutenant Redskirt. * Bones when are you going to stop leaving complete strangers unrestrained ** No, one badass line does not make up for that! *** Nor two! *** Nor... okay, fine, you win this time. * Probably just hindsight and/or Values Dissonance speaking, but I think I would’ve preferred it if Khan was just a little more ingratiating with Kirk and co. at least up until the halfway mark. * I wonder how many of the past episodes - Cliffsnotes, at least - are stored on the Enterprise’s computer now... * “Would you reveal to war-weary populations that some eighty Napoleons might still be alive?” ... um, yes? Preferably with a giant bounty posted to all their heads? * Aw geez Roddenberry’s getting horny on main again ** On that note - do we seriously only have one historian/anthropologist/whatever above the ship? Not even an intern or something to lug around her stuff? * “Well, there aren't any regulations against romance, Jim.” No time like the present to start, Bones. * Ooh, Leif Erikson shout-out! Pretty rare catch. * It’s got all the subtlety of an A-bomb, but I love how quickly the dinner goes to shit. That coordinated “what the fuck, man?” stare everyone gives Khan seriously needs to be a reaction .gif. ** ... aaaaaand its first use can be on this very next scene, because what the fuck, Gene. What the fuck. This makes Joker/Harley look like a nuanced, cutting-edge analysis of domestic abuse! *** (Yes, I know some people think that last thing unironically. They are Wrong.) * Ohhh, so that’s why Khan’s treated like such a Big Deal. He’s the closest thing Earth had to a straight-up supervillain in the pre-Federation days. ** Which leads us straight into another uncomfortable (if infinitely more tolerable) scene: everyone except Spock suddenly admires Khan now?! I guess the whole humans-are-bloodthirsty-assholes-at-heart message ties directly into last episode, but seriously, “There were no massacres under his rule”? When you have to cheat the laws of sociology that badly, you’ve well buried whatever point you wanted to make. ** (And I really must wonder: could anyone imagine Kirk acting with mild amusement if someone else were to express admiration for Kodos the Executioner, who actually had a reason for doing what he did beyond “I felt like it”?) * Good news, at least Kirk actually remembers the ship has security this time. Not that he posts ‘em to any effect, but small steps. * So objectively I think this is the most trouble any “normal” human has given the Enterprise crew so far, but I still wish someone had responded to Khan’s your-ship-is-mine routine with “Big friggin’ deal, Lieutenant Riley pulled that off drunk!” ** Anyway, I hope you’ve learned an important lesson about what is and isn’t proper reading material for complete strangers, Kirk. * “I should have realised that suffocating together on the Bridge would create heroic camaraderie among you.” Okay, this impresses me on Khan’s villain cred ten times more than his actual takeover does. * (Also, would it have been hilarious or what if the crew pretended to agree to his demands, then picked one of the God-Alien planets - say, Gothos - for him to “colonize”) * Damn. Uhura better come out of this with counseling and at least two stripes! * Speaking of which - I take back half my criticisms of McGivers, this is probably the most proactive any Enterprise woman’s been since Dagger of the Mind. * “I have five times your strength.” “Yeah, well, I have a pipe!” * And that’s that. Guess Khan’s headed for one of the Federation’s innumerable penal and/or rehabilitation cent- ** No? *** What. **** WHAT?!? * Alright, screw it, you deserve whatever’s coming to you ten years down the line, Kirk.

All in all, I can see why this ep captured enough hearts and minds to get a big-screen sequel: Khan is by no means the most dangerous villain Kirk and co. have faced, and is at best debatably the most charismatic, but this plot, more than any of the preceding ones, is the best showcase for how tight-knit the crew is as... well, a crew. Undyingly loyal even in the face of certain death, and ready to pounce on an enemy like an apex predator the second they're underestimated.

There’s nothing we can do about the script being much, much too in love with Khan for its own good (even as it saddles him with some fairly ugly stereotypes), all the way up to that frankly disgusting ending, but on the whole, I’d call it a net success.

Next: The One Where Spock Goes Banan-wait, wasn’t Amok Time supposed to be Season Two?!

[ellethom1]

5 Times They Could Blame It On Work and the One Time they Couldn’t

Sooooo...I got the lovely @funnelferrybutterbar and she had a couple of requests.  I wrote two, this is the first one, its a five times thing.  never done one before, hope I got it right.  Watch this space this week, we gonna be posting a new experience erryday.

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Chapter one.  Exchanging Information

This was, new.

He watched the two from his seat at his station, noting the way they seemed to stalk around each other,  trading roles as both predator and prey. He knew something about that, his people had been predicated upon for most of their existence, nearly into extinction.  

This, this new thing between his (new) captain and the (new) science officer.  It wasn't anything entirely unsuspected, especially given the previous captain’s predilection for the woman.  There were still late night discussions in the dimly lit mess hall about a Klingon Mission, a stand off, and a barely comprehended life that had been lived in the mirror universe.

Saru wasn't one for rumor, nor gossip, nor for that matter, anything outside of regulation conversations, but Ensign Tilly had a big mouth and a love of late 20th century movies.  

He watched as the two seemed to come closer, standing a breadth apart as they, under the auspices of mission and duty, invaded each other’s space unnecessarily.  

Not that any of that mattered, of course.  Regulations were clear, but Saru knew how to look the other way.  Hadn’t both she and Tyler done the same for him?

His only fear, an emotion he was more than acquainted with, was the rest of the crew figuring out what he only suspected.  Saru took another look at the two and pretended to be scandalized as Lorca placed one of his long fingers onto the back of her hand.  It wasn't the touch that Saru considered, it was the movement, the gentle tactile impressions of a caress.

He huffed, hating being right and loving that he had sussed out what others had missed.  Oh well, none of his business anyway. Saru had learned that survival in Starfleet often meant knowing when to mind one’s own business.  

Later, as Saru sat in Lorca’s ready room debating Romulan diplomacy, Saru caught his chance.  “I won't tell anyone.” he said, sliding back into his seat, his salty tea perched on one long leg.

Lorca, no matter from which universe, was as cool as the other side of the pillow in the middle of the night.  He didn't even change facial expression, but Saru knew the human had assessed and understood exactly what he was implying. “I don’t know what you mean.” the captain said.

“Sir,” he said, treading as carefully as he could. “It's not any of my concern what two consenting adults get up to on off hours.  And, I must admit that the two of you have been most...discreet. “

Lorca gave him a slight nod.  Saru went on. “I only ask that you be more...careful with casual contact on the bridge. “

Lorca leaned back into his own seat, “There was nothing untoward that has transpired between myself and anyone on the bridge.” he defended.

Saru shook his head. “I am from a very distinctive species, Captain.”  Saru said. “We have a knack for observing predatory behaviour of any kind.”

“Commander?” Lorca asked, his voice sounding more like a human and less of the fierce captain. “There is no danger to the rest of the crew.”

Saru sighed. “Permission to speak freely, Sir?”

The captains face fell into a deep lined grin. “You mean there’s another level of free?”  Saru sighed, but the captain motioned with his hand for him to go on.

“I’m very observant, Sir.  But, it's only a matter of time before the rest of the crew catches on, if you’re intent upon smouldering looks and lingering...touches.  On the bridge, in the open.” The Captains’ glare withered Saru’s argument, but the need to finish the conversation was paramount. Saru only hoped his ganglia would stay low.

“We were just sharing information.  Between two consenting officers.”

“Of course, Sir.” Saru said.

A silence fell for a moment, a beat.  Then: “It's still new. There is a lot to…” Lorca rose and went to stand behind his desk.

“Of course, Sir.” Saru noted. “But might I add that whatever went on with the...other...you, is entirely in the past.  I would say with all certainty that there was a perceivable spark, but Commander Burnham has never struck me as one who would replace something for another thing without understanding the weight of both objects and seeing each one for something entirely separate.”

“Ahh.” Lorca nodded.

“Indeed,” Saru said.

“Okay, noted.” It was enough to allow for the captain to both end the conversation and the diplomacy debate.  Saru rose and made for the door. “Commander,” he said to Saru. “I’m sure you understand the urgency for discretion.”

“Always, Captain.”  He stood straighter, realizing there was a fragile line that had been erased just a bit more toward friendship. “No one will hear it from me.”