#actually lemme tag a couple of them...

[if-loki-was-a-fox]

This is 100% a "seeing myself" thing, but I freaking love so many of the hermits seem to use pestering as a significant part of expressing affection, as a whole Love Language just of pestering and bothering

[sodapopbuoy]

my bugs

[ivymarquis]

The Neighbor

Hello friends I fucked off for a month but I’m back and I bring Price smut as an apology for my absence. @sky-is-the-limit’s “Im here to do what your boyfriend cant” prompt has lived in my brain rent free ecer since I read it and while I didn’t follow it verbatim, I did keep in spirit with the theme :)

Also womp I was gone for the Price challenge by @glitterypirateduck but this actually checks off a couple of the prompt options (first time being intimate, a confession/secret is discovered/revealed) so I’m submitting it.

There are a lot of tags. Make sure you read them.

Pairing| John Price x Reader Rating| M Word Count| 4.8k Kinks/Content/Warnings| Accidental voyuerism by virtue of living in an apartment, the reader has a dogshit boyfriend at the beginning of the fic (there is no cheating), slut shaming (from the dogshit boyfriend), these two idiots are down bad for each other, sex toys, oral (F!receiving), unprotected PiV, gratuitous squirting because I’m me, not really heavy on BDSM elements but mentions of the following: bondage/restraints (John uses his hands, nothing crazy), something akin to subspace from how good the nut is, aftercare, John is a prick to the now-ex, very brief angst due to a quick misunderstanding, very vaguely implied somnophilia, rampant abuse of italics. Lemme know if I missed anything.

His neighbor is clearly used to Price being deployed.

She’s a sweet thing, really, and on the whole isn’t that disagreeable of a neighbor.

He just has one problem with her (not even her, really) that is a thorn in his fucking side- her boyfriend.

The boyfriend was not an issue when they first met- wasn’t in the picture at all.

And no John most assuredly hasn’t had it out for the guy since Day 1. The fact that John had gathered himself up to ask his pretty neighbor out when he came back from his latest mission, only to find out about the new boyfriend, does not color his impression of the other man. He’s grown and this is not the first time his advances have been turned away for whatever reason.

But there are, to his knowledge, no true redeeming qualities about the man and he is about as useful as a screen door on a submarine.

He catches bits and pieces through the walls. The boyfriend is not attentive, caring, or sweet to her. She is treated as a guest in her own home, and twice he’s heard bellowing shouts that had Price at the door with his fist banging against it- both to shut him up and make it exceptionally well known that if the boyfriend thinks intimidating a woman is going to fly, that Price will not hesitate to kick the door in.

The most appalling part of it all is that John has a front row seat to just how atrocious he is in bed.

For the life of him John does not understand. It’s not even like the lad’s a good lay.

He’s heard many stories of women tolerating absolutely atrocious behavior from the muppets they were with because he knew how to make them see stars.

That is exceptionally not the case here. And John is rapidly finding his patience wearing thin at continually being subjugated to his pathetic performance.

So what the hell is it about the boyfriend that keeps his neighbor so enamored with him?

John stares at the ceiling, watching the blades of the fan turn as he tries to tune out the thumping of the headboard against the wall.

He thinks that if the man was just a bad lay and completely incapable of getting her anywhere, that would be one thing and John would continue to be frustrated but ultimately understand. But it’s the way he seems to actively ruin it anytime she has the audacity to enjoy having sex with him that truly grates on John’s nerves.

It’s not often, but even a blind squirrel finds a nut every now and then. The thumping of the headboard is accompanied by her sweet voice moaning lowly in short staccato notes as the boyfriend appears to finally be doing something right.

The thumping comes to a halt, and John groans in frustration.

“Why’d you stop?” He can hear his pretty neighbor lament through the thin walls.

“Why the fuck are you being so loud? Trying to give the neighbor a show?”

John squints his eyes and pinches the bridge of his nose in annoyance. The fucking muppet can’t do anything right.

If the neighbor was his, John wouldn’t give a fuck who heard. Let all the neighbors know that he could fuck the sense clear out of her pretty little head. John could show the muppet what loud is.

“No! I’m not trying to do anything- it just felt good,” she defends herself.

“Well, be quieter about it, no one needs to hear that. You sound like a whore,” the muppet snaps at her irritably, and John is nearly at his fucking limit when the god damn headboard starts to thump against the wall again.

“Get out.”

Oh.

John is impressed- pleasure and pride coursing through him as his sweet neighbor stands up for herself rather than letting that ungrateful swine continue to berate her.

Good fucking girl.

“What did you just say?” The thumping stops.

“You don’t get to call me names. Get off of me and get out.”

For all his sins, it seems even the muppet has a line he’s not willing to cross.

There’s a shifting as he presumably pulls out and gets off the bed- the words are muffled but the tone is clear. The muppet isn’t above laying into her verbally though consent is (smartly) a line he won’t toe.

And good thinking on his part- John would probably tear through the drywall and turn him into a chew toy had that conversation gone in any other direction.

The door slams loudly, announcing the boyfriend’s departure.

John can’t help but keep his attention on his neighbor to see what her reaction is going to be. It is taking every ounce of self control he has to not follow the boyfriend and wring his neck in the parking lot.

There’s no conventional guide for how to address this situation with your neighbor. ‘Hello, I’ve fancied you for quite some time and that ungrateful prick somehow swept you up before I got the nerve to ask you out. I've had to hear you have the most lackluster sex ever for the past several months, and equal parts want to check in on how you’re doing emotionally after his latest stunt, and also want to bend you over and pin you to the mattress until you’re squealing. May I come in?’

He can’t say he is too surprised to hear things slamming about in the apartment- his pretty neighbor sounding more pissed off than upset, catching snippets of “Who the fuck does he think he is, talking to me like that” and “Motherfucker couldn’t find my clit with a map and a headlamp but can find the audacity to call me names-”

Okay, John has to fight back the urge to laugh at that last one lest she hear him. She’s quite the viper when (finally) provoked, and it just endears her more to him.

She doesn’t appear particularly distraught, the slamming and huffing and muttering concluding with her tossing herself on the bed.

It’s a very common occurrence that after the neighbor’s rendezvous with her lazy boyfriend, John is treated to a show where she finishes herself off with her toys.

The boyfriend, like many inadequate men, is threatened by them and John has heard the snide remarks.

Hilarious, he finds it, that a man incapable of getting her off is so adamant that she gets rid of them.

She hasn’t listened, clearly, as the low sound of her vibrator can be heard through the wall.

John is soon graced with the sound of her panting moans. His cock stiffens in interest at her voice, which is a frequent occurrence. She makes such pretty noises, mewling and whimpering as she works herself up.

Tonight is a whirlwind of emotions for his pretty neighbor, and at the end of the day her no-good boyfriend left her high and dry.

John will gladly enjoy the consequences of the boyfriend’s actions, one hand wrapping around his cock and beginning to stroke in time with her whines.

What he wouldn’t give for a chance to make her see stars. He’d be so good to her.

The reality of his job makes dating a logistical nightmare, part of what stayed his hand for so long.

He’s not blind. His neighbor is kind and sweet with a killer smile and wandering eyes. He’s caught her more than once ogling him when he’s returned home in uniform, or more nondescript tactical clothing.

Feeling her gaze on him always makes him puff up with pride, enjoying holding her attention no matter how fleeting. If he takes his time after a run and makes a point to pull the hem of his shirt up to wipe at his brow where she can see it, that’s his business.

So John thinks he’s dreaming when he hears that lovely voice whimper his name from the other side of the wall.

He stiffens, quietly waiting to see if he hears it again.

“John- Oh, fuck- please,” is all he needs to hear before he’s well and truly lost any semblance of patience.

Only having the presence of mind to dress himself enough to not warrant any errant looks from the other neighbors, he is at her door in a second.

It’s only after he knocks that he realizes he may well have killed whatever momentum she’s built for herself- given her muttering as she approaches the door- but he fully intends to make up for the stolen release.

She opens the door without looking through the peephole, obviously expecting it to be the ex based on the vitriol poised to spill at John’s chest, approximately eye level with where the (hopefully ex) boyfriend would be.

Once again he has to stifle a laugh, finding her a comical vision when the anger on her face melts away as her eyes flick up to his face with the realization that it is him at the door and not the object of her ire.

“What are you doing here, John?” Christ, he’s always been a sucker for pretty doe eyes. If he held even an ounce less of restraint he’d be mounting her right here for everyone to see.

“I’m here to do what your sorry excuse of a boyfriend can’t.”

Even as he reaches out to pull her in for a kiss, he’s watching her body language- gauging if she stiffens or shifts away.

She doesn’t.

In fact, her arms loop behind him and pull him closer, tugging on his hair and his shirt.

John’s not wasting any more time than he already has, walking her backwards into the apartment and shutting the door with his foot before reaching back to lock it- he’s got no desire for any interruptions from wayward former boyfriends.

They separate for a moment as she paws at the hem of his shirt, clearly wanting it off of him. John is all too happy to oblige, preening under her attention. He’s always had the stockier build of a man who’s fitness came from utility in the field, opposed to the hard defined abs of someone who spends most of their time in the gym.

It’s cute, the way she has to pry her eyes up to his face- clearly liking what she sees and flustered by the fact that John can see her staring.

“I broke up with him,” she clarifies.

“Good,” is his simplistic response, although if John’s being honest with himself he doesn’t really care about the finer details. The little prick never deserved to have her and John finally has his chance to prove himself worthy.

“The bedroom’s this way,” she prompts between kisses.

Their clothes are peeled off in turns as they stumble towards the room. The layout is inverted to John’s own flat nextdoor, so despite having never stepped foot inside before he guides her to keep her from crashing into something behind her.

By the time they are collapsing against her bed, they’re stripped of everything except a scant thong on her and his own boxers.

She’s just so delightfully soft in his grip, John can’t keep his hands or his mouth off of her.

The feeling is reciprocated as she pushes up off the bed to grind against him. As much as he’s relishing in them dry humping and making out like teenagers, he’s wanted her for so long and now that she’s finally willing and pliant underneath him, he’s itching for a taste of her.

Kissing his way down her body- starting at her jaw, the column of her neck, across her collar bone, down her sternum; latching onto each nipple and teasing them to hardened peaks before continuing his path down.

He’s compelled by the urge to turn her into a chew toy as he reaches her belly, although he stifles that urge and keeps his teeth to himself.

He can’t quite resist giving a small nip as she squirms, clearly excited by the implication of where he’s heading.

There’s a damp spot on her underwear already as he kisses along the waistband while his hands tease with the elastic on either side of her hips.

The sound of her breath hitching in anticipation makes him smirk, attention drifting further south.

The fabric is in his way as he presses a kiss against her clothed cunt, gripping handfuls of her hips to keep her still as she bucks in his grasp.

“Easy, sweetheart- we’ve got all night,” he soothes before moving his attention up one thigh to the backside of her knee.

Those sweet thighs are splayed open for him, giving John unfettered access as he continues to tease.

“When’s this sweet cunt been eaten last, hm?”

He knows he’s heard her give that undeserving muppet head, but can’t recall any reciprocation occuring. There’s not much that can shock John at this point in his life, and he’s willing to roll the dice by dragging up her now-ex because he knows this poor thing hasn’t been eaten until she’s begging him off in ages.

“I couldn’t even begin to tell you,” she answers breathlessly, anticipating having her thighs twitching in his hold.

Out of the corner of his eye, John spies a torn condom wrapper that didn’t quite make it into the bin. Well that keeps him from having to ask two questions, then. Smart girl.

“What a shame,” he tsks lightly, peppering kisses back up and down her thigh.

Deciding that she’s waited long enough and he’s had his fun being a tease, John is quick to remove the scant lace and pull it off of her legs before tossing it to who-knows-where.

The sounds she makes as he makes a meal out of her is music to his ears. Each hitched moan and breathy whimper makes him stiffen in interest.

His attention shifts to focus on her clit, tongue circling the sensitive nub as his hands hold her hips in place.

As focused as he is on what’s right in front of him, it takes a moment for John to realize that she’s stifling her noises. One hand is fisting the sheets beneath her while the other is clamped across her lips.

Well. That simply won’t do.

The ex may have trained and shamed her into silence, but John didn’t make it as a military captain without learning how to break someone else’s bad habits.

He ignores her whimper of protest as he stops, one hand abandoning the softness of her hip in favor of grabbing her wrist and pulling her hand away from her mouth.

“None of that,” he admonishes gently, pressing a kiss to one thigh. “Let me hear you.”

“I-I’m too loud,” she protests and for a split second John sees red.

To his credit, he does not leave her wet and leaking on the bed to go bludgeon her ex to death with a blunt object.

“No such thing, sweetheart,” he soothes before having a thought to tease her. “Who are you worried is going to hear you?” He asks kindly, a shit eating grin as he speaks again, “the neighbor?”

Her wide eyed expression is thoroughly scandalized and John can’t fight the chuckle that escapes him.

He hasn’t released her wrist yet, deciding that it’s time to get back to his meal. If she abandons gripping the sheet with her free hand to cover her mouth again, he simply plans to hold both of her wrists.

It’s tentative at first, still not entirely trusting John at his word that he wants to hear her.

But John is all for positive reinforcement as a motivator, crooking his fingers to stroke that one spot that makes her see stars to encourage more from her.

She’s a quick study, although when she releases the sheet John is watching her like a hawk.

Rather than clasping over her mouth again, John is pleased when her fingers end up burying in his hair.

More than happy to let her guide him, John takes his cues from how she pulls at his hair. The feel of her thighs twitching as she breathes in staccato breaths is all the reward he needs.

“You’re getting close,” he says against her cunt, pointing out the obvious before getting back to work. She’s anxious, he thinks, the closer she gets to her climax. Poor girl doesn’t know what to do with herself with an orgasm she hasn’t had to put all the work into.

“D-don’t stop,” she stammers, rewarded immediately with John redoubling his efforts.

He’s not going to stop. Pretty thing like her deserves nothing less than laying on her back and enjoying getting her cunt eaten out.

“O-oh fuck,” is his only warning before she’s gushing on his face and John is like a kid on Christmas morning.

He doesn’t even know if she realizes she’s squirted, too caught up in the pleasure of her high.

He’s always thought it was hot- now that he knows his pretty neighbor is a squirter he is more than willing to get on his knees and pray to whoever is listening that this isn’t a one time event. He’ll do anything to get her to keep him.

Even as her high fades he doesn’t let up on her, continuing to work his middle and ring finger inside of her. All he wants is to see her cum- wants to see those eyes roll as she squeezes them shut in anticipation.

Despite pulling his face away from her wet pussy, he doesn’t leave her clit unattended for long before his thumb is gently circling in time with the thrusts of his fingers.

Kissing his way back up her body, John can’t help but be pleased as she pulls him in to make out with him. Snatched gasps and bucks of her hips grace his ears as he works her from orgasm to the next, the wet sound of his palm slapping against her.

“John Im gonna cum again,” she whimpers in warning.

He feels like a god with the way she stares up at him reverently, eyes wide and desperate for another climax.

“Come on,” he goads, “Show me- let me see your face when you cum.”

Christ if her leg twitches any harder it’s going to start vibrating, serving to only encourage him.

“O-oh,” she mewls, “God- don’t stop, don’t stop, don’t-“ she’s pleading with him like he wouldn’t sit at her feet if she asked him to.

The bewildered look on her face is darling, and John nearly finishes untouched; he's so wound up it’s not going to take much.

A few choice thoughts keep his own eminent climax at bay and buys him enough breathing room. She bucks and trembles in his hold, a high pitched squeal escaping her as he proves not only can he make her cum twice, but he can make her squirt like a faucet twice.

As soon as she’s starting to come down from her high she’s pulling at him, drawing up her knees to spread her legs in invitation.

“Greedy girl,” he teases as he kisses her- wet fingers abandoning her cunt in favor of manhandling her, wrapping her legs around his waist as he positions himself.

“Please, please, please-“ she begs so prettily for him, pleading for him to do exactly what he’s been fantasizing about for months.

He’s not a small man and mindful of that fact, but she’s well prepped and takes him easily. The desperate whimper that escapes her sears into John’s memory.

The buildup of everything finally gets to him as he wastes no time setting a steady pace.

“That’s it, sweetheart, just like that. Let me hear you,” he encourages as she cants her hips in time with his, whines of pleasure escaping her on each thrust.

“John, please,” she begs, eyebrows furrowing in pleasure as she watches where they’re joined.

“Eyes up here,” he instructs and Christ he almost loses it when her gaze flicks from between their bodies up to his face.

His hands find hers, fingers lacing together as he lowers his torso in order to kiss the ethereal creature underneath him.

She whimpers into his mouth, her sounds only encouraging John.

Everything about her is warm and inviting, from her soft skin to her warm cunt and the way she sings for him at every thrust.

Maneuvering them so he can grip both her wrists with one of his hands, the other immediately dives between their bodies to find her clit again.

His pretty neighbor has spent months not having an orgasm she didn’t give herself, and John is determined to prove to her that he can give her as many as she can handle.

“John I can’t cum again,” she pleads even as her thighs shake on either side of him.

“Yes you can,” he assures her. “One more time for me, yeah?”

Now, should she insist she’s done and satisfied then John would leave her clit alone and finish up their fun. As it is, though, she nods in acquiescence before the trembling in her thighs increases.

“Good girl,” he praises, fingers continuing their steady pace around her clit as she creeps closer to the edge.

She’s babbling in his ear as he presses a kiss to her temple and he knows she’s almost there.

“Good girl,” he praises again, a cocksure grin pulling at the corners of his lips at her immediate response.

“My good girl,” he ups the ante, testing her response to John staking a claim on her. And God did it ever work. That last little bit is all it takes to finally tip her over.

She clenches down on him like a vice and John immediately loses it, groaning low as the haze of his orgasm washes over him.

It’s everything he wants- she’s everything he wants as he recovers enough from his climax to finally notice that the bed is an utter mess beneath them.

It’s not his immediate concern however, more interested in soothing her through the come down of her high. She’s shivering underneath him, eyes glossy from the intensity of her last orgasm.

“Easy, sweetheart,” he murmurs reassuringly. “Just breathe for me.”

He gathers her up in his arms, listening as her heartbeat relaxes in time with his own.

Eventually when enough time passes she’s more alert and happily snuggling against his chest. After giving her a chance to rest he herds her along to the bathroom so she doesn’t give herself a UTI. She tries to brush him off but her legs are taking their sweet time cooperating again.

Of course, she’s not exactly a recruit taking a piss test so he gives her her privacy and she’s able to return on her own albeit on shaky legs.

John pets at her head idly, attention drifting in post coital bliss as his hand strokes down along her back.

“I can’t believe you’re actually in my bed,” she giggles deliriously after a stretch of quiet.

“Only reason I wasn’t here sooner was because of that muppet,” he assures her. He doesn’t want her thinking that this is a one time thing for him. He’s wanted her for so long he can’t possibly be expected to turn her loose at the end of the night.

“I only dated him because I didn’t think you liked me,” she scoffs at herself.

“Oh, it was nearly the first moment I laid eyes on you. But with my work I kept talking myself out of doing anything,” he tells her. “Kept telling myself you deserve better. And then you brought the muppet home and kept him around,” John grouses good naturedly at her. “Think they say the definition of insanity is doing the same thing over and over again and expecting a different result.”

“I plead temporary insanity,” she jokes, snuggling closer against his chest. “But I got rid of him. And you finally made your move.”

He hums in agreement, sleep pulling at him now that he has her tucked up against his side.

John doesn’t remember falling asleep but he wakes with a jolt to the sound of pounding on her door.

He’s only been out for an hour or so when he checks the clock on the nightstand, his neighbor sprawled out next to him.

Well, now he knows she snores. The sound is light enough to have never heard it through the wall, but curled up next to him she’s like a cat purring loudly in his ear.

And he’s exceptionally pissed right off at the fact someone has woken him up. Especially considering he has one guess who it is.

He fully debates answering the door buck ass naked to teach the prick a lesson about banging on doors after midnight but settles on tossing his joggers on.

Much like when she opened the door for John, the ex is automatically trained at where her head would be rather than looking at John’s face.

“My eyes are here,” he quips sarcastically. “Why the fuck are you banging on the door this late.”

“Why th-“ the ex starts to parrot back before cutting himself off. “Why the fuck are you in her apartment? Why isn’t she answering?”

“She’s asleep,” John answers simply. There’s no obligation to explain the why and how he ended up in her apartment.

“What the fuck do you mean she’s asleep? How is she asleep after she just dumped me? And why the fuck are you here?”

The boyfriend (the ex boyfriend, he thinks with glee) is either oblivious or…

Well. The ex boyfriend is oblivious. Let’s just keep it at that.

“I’m here because you can’t do your job right. She’s asleep because I can. What part of that is confusing?”

“That stupid slag’s been fucking you behind my back-“

“No.” John is somewhat mindful of not giving a full on “screaming at recruits” bellow, but his voice booms into the corridor outside the apartment anyway. “You watch your fucking mouth. This” John gestures vaguely at his own presence in her flat, “just happened after she dumped you. You don’t get to hurl insults.”

“She hopped off of my cock and straight to yours- what the fuck else is it?”

“You couldn’t get her off,” John hisses in annoyance. “I’ve had front row seats to your shitty little performance more than once. Not 5 minutes after you leave and she’s having to handle it herself.”

“I can’t be expected to compete with a fucking vibrator!”

“Well I sure as shit didn’t need one to get the job done. Poor girl could barely get her legs to work to go to the loo and not give herself a UTI. Your skill issues are what started all of this.”

“You know what? Fucking have her. I don’t need this shit.”

Ah yes, because John needs the ex’s permission to date a newly single woman. Absolutely. That’s entirely how that works.

“Never needed your blessing. Now fuck off. I’m trying to sleep.”

The ex responds with a two finger salute as he spins on his heel and storms off.

John is almost tempted to grab him by the back of his neck and turn him into a chew toy. Given his military career, his patience for muppets giving him attitude is virtually nonexistent.

But the siren call of his pretty neighbor is a stronger pull than the muppet can ever hope to achieve. John’s succeeded in his mission to run the prick off, and he’s going to try to get a few more hours of sleep before seeing if she’s interested in another romp in the morning when she wakes up.

The bedroom is dark and poorly lit but John immediately picks up on the silence.

Rather than being sprawled out and snoring like when he left her, she’s quiet and curled into a ball.

She’s awake.

“Sweetheart?” He calls softly.

She jolts, fabric rustling from the sheets falling off her as she sits up.

“You’re still here,” the surprise in her tone cuts, although he knows she didn’t mean for it to.

She seems to realize how that comes across and clarifies further, “I- I heard the door shut.”

It falls into place for him then- she woke up to the sound of the door and John nowhere to be found. She thought he’d left.

“Oh, sweetheart,” he consoles, making his way back to the bed. “You’re not getting rid of me that easily,” he assures her while gathering her back into his arms.

Sleep comes back readily once the two of them are situated back in the bed.

Come morning, John’s got the patience and the presence of mind to throw a towel on the bed. He finds out for himself that his neighbor makes the prettiest noises with her arse propped up in the air and her face still buried in her pillow.

He can’t help but laugh later when she texts him that one of the neighbors made a noise complaint.

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[werewolfaday]

Any good werewolf content? Like books or movies. I really love werewolves and I rarely see content of them online

oh gosh uh see i'm like in the same boat as you. it's very hard to find quality werewolf media that's not alpha male type smut or bad horror movies (though some of those are fun) or . teen wolf, which i have only watched a couple episodes of and cannot in good faith recommend

an american werewolf in london, ginger snaps, and dog soldiers are really good movies with very fun practical effects. one of my professors actually worked on the werewolves for dog soldiers! the howling is not a good movie but i kind of love it i can't lie. OH and you should watch the wolf man even though i don't love that movie; it's just really important to understand where the modern understanding of werewolves comes from! (edit: SOMEONE IN THE TAGS also mentioned van helsing and that movie sucks in such A Way but the werewolf designs ROCK!!!! all of the monster designs do. i have had a very specific vision of it where i make the main character a butch. maybe someday i'll draw that)

i have heard good things about the marvel miniseries werewolf by night but i haven't watched it. and if you do watch it pirate it bc fuck disney + marvel.

wolfwalkers is a really well-made and sweet animated movie i would solidly recommend to anyone. beautiful art style, great message, and a really fun interpretation of werewolves.

dungeon meshi has some fun lycanthrope stuff in some of the chapters!!

there's a comic i really love called "After Dark" (on Webtoon) and I have to admit I only have the time to see the creator's posts on instagram, which are snippets of the story. but I adore the art style and characters a lot. you can follow them on twitter here!

Night Class is another (mlm/werewolf) comic and I'll link its twitter here. Really dig the art style too!!

uhh but lemme recommend some of my favorite werewolf creators on tumblr too! because truly we are lacking in good lycan media and i would recommend more indie stuff to fill that niche in more interesting ways:

@gorgynei

@nataliedecorsair

@wolfskulljack-art

@senkkei

@piskikone

@kinerxy

@trashasaurusrex

@blackbackedjackal!

lastly i'm gonna link a pdf of my favorite medieval poem, Bisclavret!! it's about a king and his werewolf.

[deiliamedlini]

what are your favorite zelink fics?? i need recs

OHOHOOHOH LEMME GO TO MY BOOKMARKS!! (fair warning a lot of them are E and oneshots and a couple aren't finished). I don't bookmark a lot of fics that I love because I just go look them up when i want to reread, but here are a few I've actually bookmarked! (also if i didn't tag you I couldn't find you in the suggested names or I don't follow you)

In no particular order:

I'll Walk With You- Zestycrouton

To Those Who Wait- CrazygurlMadness

Friday Nights in Apartment 407- @ashleyswrittenwords

Tales from the Royal Close Protection Service Series- (Also ashley)

The Queen's Desire- PearLynn

Stress Relief- @intangiblyyours

A Love Transcendent- @spicychestnut

OnlyFandom- AnxiousAndAfraid

A (Not So) Blank Canvas- @embywolf

step, step, close - @hyperphonic

Honor Among Thieves- @dawn-the-rithmatist

Forgotten Instincts- @farore-or-less

Say Something- RealmOfBlue

Piece Me Back Together- Anon

Antumbra- @embyrinitalics

All the Trashy Novels- @airplanned

Falling in Glove With You- @ghostgirl19posts

The Oracle- Also Ghostgirl

governor's daughter- @honestground

By the Book Series- GourdKin

The Calamity of Link's Cargo Shorts- @zeldaseyebrows

Pleasuring Downpour- @kenlair

Girl at the Museum- wavebreeze

Restraint- AndelynKinsey

Ingenue- sparklyfaerie

Tacet- @1up-girl

[tkomptgoedluv]

watermelon.

icantbelieveiletyougetaway pt.3

pt.1 here | pt.2 here | pt.3 | pt.4 here

joost klein x f! reader

tags: f! reader, non-famous! reader, reader still really needs to see a therapist, established friendship, angst angst and even more angst, did i mention angst?, tooth-rotting fluff, so fluffy it’s honestly a little cringe <3, all characters are dutch and speak in dutch but dialogue is written in english for obvious reasons.

word count: 3,495.

warnings: very brief + vague reference to SA, rpf.

notes: hello!! welcome to pt.3 <3 this is probably the part that i’m most proud of, probably because it weirdly hurt the most to write. a couple fun facts about this part: reader’s coat is heavily based on one i have in real life and absolutely adore. also, i genuinely couldn’t bring myself to touch this wip for two whole days because my personal life started to match up with this storyline and i did not like it! became a little too self-indulgent. anyways — enjoy!! lemme know what you think.

love you all lots 💋

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in a lot of ways, the whole situation was more or less your own idea of hell — ironic, considering it all started with literally the worst night of your life.

not once did you ever think that you’d be here, that this was how things were gonna go. the fun part? you don’t even know how you got here in the first place. for someone so in the middle of it all, you know surprisingly little about what actually happened, or what you must’ve done wrong.

all you know is that it’s different now. joost is different now.

you still text everyday, a few phone calls here and there, and you’ll see him in person a few times a month or more, but you can still feel it. the subtle lack of emotion in his messages, the only-ever increasing wait times in between responses, the missing details in his stories that you’d still end up hearing from your friends. something, at some point, shifted and joost just didn’t seem to be your joost anymore.

at first, you tried to think nothing of it. you weren’t exactly a stranger to anxiety; it’s always been just a little too easy for you to get lost inside your own head. this also wasn’t the first time that you had fallen down this rabbit hole, suddenly convinced that someone you love doesn’t even like you because they said something in a slightly different tone once.

but then those weird few days where things didn’t feel quite right turned into weeks, and it just didn’t feel like nothing anymore.

you thought it could’ve been the videos because, as predicted, entire montages of the fight found their way onto each and every little corner of the internet. joost could be seen clear as day swinging for him, landing punch after punch until one of his friends would eventually step in. though somehow, the backlash against joost never came. for every clip there was a ‘story-time’ to go right along with it, and every single one explained how joost was just defending ‘this girl that had been attacked by that guy.’

so instead you exhausted yourself by asking if everything was alright, just in case there was something else going on that he also hadn’t told you. but there was only so many times that you could ask the same question over and over again, only to get the same answer back.

joost was fine; great even.

so it had to be you. nothing was wrong, nothing bad had happened, it was simply just you that had repelled him all of a sudden. and that was all you could think about whilst you sat in a room surrounded by your closest friends — joost included.

it was someone’s birthday, a friend of a friend who’s name was still unknown to you and yet somehow you still ended up with an invite. aspon was on your left, deep in a conversation with stuntje about some new anime you’d never heard of, and alanis was on your right, asking to see pictures of daan’s latest art piece.

you, of course, were there in between them all, just staring into space. all of the ice in your drink had melted as it sat forgotten about in your hands, and you were fairly confident that you had memorised each and every scratch in the wooden flooring. you were yet to find a better place to look other than the floor, because of course it was joost that had to be sat opposite you.

he had pulled the short straw really, because by the time he came back in from his cigarette outside, the only seat left was one of those awful, plastic fold-up chairs. like the others he too was wrapped up in a conversation of his own, only his included a girl that you’d never seen before, and he was making her laugh a lot.

you didn’t have a single right to absolutely despise what it was that you were seeing, but still your skin felt hot and itchy, and tears burned behind your eyes. despite arriving together in your group and being seated a measly three feet away from each other, joost was yet to even glance in your direction, let alone talk to you. the blatant avoidance was unbearable; the new ‘you’ that he was talking to was even worse.

but with the anger came the shame, because really, you had no excuse to be feeling like this. two strangers with mutual friends, talking with one another at a house party of all places, wasn’t exactly incriminating. they also weren’t touching or even flirting for that matter — from what you could hear, their conversation seemed limited to small anecdotes about the people in common they both knew.

you weren’t being fair, you weren’t being reasonable; there was no excuse for the tightness in your chest.

without a word, you got up and made a dash for the balcony; desperate for a cigarette. so desperate in fact, that you didn’t stop to grab your jacket despite the rain bashing against the windows. you just needed the fresh air, needed space away from whatever the fuck was going on in there.

the small roof that the balcony upstairs provided did little to shield you from the rain. your hair quickly fell damp around the sides of your face as the wind brought goosebumps to your arms. you really should’ve stopped to grab your coat, you were soaking now.

but the pure, unbridled relief that you felt when you breathed in the smoke of your cig made it all worth it, though. it was something else to focus on, something to help soothe all of your aches and pains. best of all, it gave you a reason to be by yourself for a while — a moment alone to think, to breathe, a chance to get a fucking grip.

you took another drag of your cigarette.

“think you forgot this, schatje.”

over the sound of the heavy-falling rain and the music from inside, you hadn’t heard the balcony door slide open and shut again.

from the corner of your eye you saw joost standing there, clad in a black gilet and the same adidas track-jacket that you had bought for him two birthdays ago. your coat was in his outstretched hands; a big, red furry thing that almost swallowed you whole every time you put it on.

“yeah…thanks.”

you wanted to cry.

the silence that followed was heavy and awkward; neither of you could even look at each other as you took your jacket from him and slipped it on. whilst you focused on looking outwards towards the skyline, blinking away any tears that threatened to spill, joost busied himself with lighting up a cigarette of his own. it felt like you were standing next to a stranger, and not someone who quite literally knew every single little thing about you.

someone who always picked up the phone when you called; someone whose bed you’ve woken up naked in just a few too many times to count.

“you, uh, you doing okay?”

you almost choked on your cigarette.

he’d barely even glanced your way all night, too distracted by other female attention to really care that you were there at all, and now he wanted to know how you were doing? oh he had to be joking.

you stubbed out your cig underneath your shoe and went to storm back inside, shoving past him with your shoulder as you did so. you had almost made it too, before he caught you by the arm and gently pulled you back. it really pissed you off how hurt he looked, like this wasn’t all his fault in the first place.

“hey, can we not just talk for a minute? i wanna know what’s been up with you recently. we don’t really talk anymore.”

as hard as you could you pushed him off of you, and then you pushed him once more for good measure. you couldn’t bite it back anymore, couldn’t keep it all from spilling out when your blood was already boiling. if you were to regret it in the morning, you would just blame it on the few drinks you’ve already had.

“and why the fuck do you think that is, joost? tell me.”

a small part of you that you really couldn’t quite understand, genuinely hoped that he would push you back. that he’d get all up in your face, yelling at the top of his lungs, just as angry with you as you were with him. you wanted him to shout, to scream at you about how wrong you were; you wanted to feel crazy for even thinking that something could ever go wrong between the two of you.

you didn’t want him to just…stand there with his tail tucked between his legs, looking like he had already given up on you a long time ago. you found yourself shoving him again, only hard enough to knock him back a step or two this time.

“tell me!”

now more than ever you wished that you could stay angry, that you knew how to hold onto the outrage instead of always just breaking down into pieces. it made you feel so small the way that your voice was cracking; your shouts quickly shrinking into cries. you felt like a child again, begging to understand why everyone always left in the end.

“i just needed to work some stuff out, okay? none of this was meant to happen. i never wanted to make you cry.”

you pressed the heels of your palms into your eyes, the state of your mascara becoming an afterthought, before raking your fingers through your hair. thin strands stuck to the corners of your face and the back of your neck.

“please, tell me what i can do to make it better.”

joost was panicking now, looking a lot like an old dog that somehow knew it was about to be left behind at the shelter. you could see it in the way his hands were shaking and how he couldn’t quite seem to stand still, shifting from one leg to another.

“you can tell me what happened; what changed or what i did wrong. i don’t care.”

from the look on his face, you never would have guessed that all you’d asked him for was the truth; ‘panicked’ was no longer the right word.

“i can’t. i promise, i’ll tell you later but i can’t tell you here. not like this.”

you laughed — you couldn’t help it. three months ago, when you asked him why he was so insistent on doing anything and everything for you, he gave you the exact same line. either he forgot that he’s already used it once before, or he thought you were stupid enough to fall for it all over again; either way, you knew now that ‘later’ was never coming.

before you really knew what you were doing, you were back inside and weaving your way through the small huddles of your friends. a few stared as you began to tread water through the house, a long line of watery footprints following behind you on your way out. you muttered a quiet ‘i’ll see you guys later’ to whoever was listening and in one smooth motion, grabbed your bag from one of the tables and disappeared through the front door, slamming it behind you.

no one tried to stop you. probably for good reason, too, because you could feel the makeup running down your face.

the only good thing to come from looking so sad and drenched from the rain was that nobody on the street stopped to bother you either. not many people were out in this weather anyway, so at most you felt their eyes on you as they passed, a look of pity on their faces. pity for a girl all dressed up for a nice night out, just to be walking home early in tears.

you didn’t want their pity, you just wanted to go home. you wanted your bed and your pyjamas. you wanted a nice warm shower and to try and forget that today ever fucking happened.

you didn’t want joost to be chasing after you.

you didn’t want to hear your name being yelled from down the street by the one person you didn’t want to see right now.

“cmon you always do this! stop running away from everything.”

that was the thing to get you; the one thing that made you stop and turn on the spot.

“oh i’m the one running away? you’re the one that left!”

you met him halfway with steam coming out of your ears, your hands trembling and nose all scrunched up. you were fuming and it seemed as though he was now, too.

“i never went anywhere! you’re making it sound like i disappeared off the face of the earth or something.”

“well that’s what it felt like! what about that don’t you understand?”

you were each taking turns yelling now, oblivious to how loud you were actually being. people were sticking their heads out of their living room windows, morbidly curious about the scene that was unfolding right outside their homes. those that walked by did double-takes and even contemplated getting their phones out to record.

“but i’m here now! and i was ‘here’ back there and you just ran away like you always do!”

“did you really expect me to just stand there and listen to you lie again? all this ‘oh i’ll tell you later’ crap, it’s just bullshit. ever since that night you’ve been different and if what that guy did to me changed how you see me then maybe you’re right, maybe we should stop being whatever the fuck we are.”

joost physically recoiled at your words, his entire demeanour changing to one of hurt.

“what are you..? schatje no, no, it’s nothing like that. fuck, please tell me you don’t really think that.”

how could you not? it was the only thing left for you to think. it wasn’t like you wanted to come to that conclusion or that it was the first one you jumped to, but joost never gave you any other choice. as much as it hurt, it was better than simply not knowing.

something died in him when you nodded — you saw it in his eyes. tears of his own spilled down his cheeks as he rubbed his hands up and down his face, wiping his nose with the inside of his elbow.

“i…i would never; that guy…that wasn’t your fault.”

“then tell me the truth, joost.”

all that adrenaline, all that energy from before was long gone. you weren’t two people arguing in the rain, full of love and anger like something straight out of a romcom anymore. you were just two people standing out in the cold, soaked to the bone, just trying to hold on for a little while longer.

you were still waiting for joost to say something, trying to prepare yourself for the worst. if he was to say that same shit again, that he couldn’t tell you now but would later on, that would be it for you. you’d walk away and not turn back again, not for anything; just like that it would be game over.

but joost wasn’t saying anything, and you couldn’t decide if that was any better or not. he was silent as he took a couple steps towards you, the palms of his hands suddenly cupping either side of your jaw. the pads of his thumbs wiped away all the tears and rain from your eyes and tucked the odd strands of hair behind your ears. not once did he glance away from your gaze, not once did he say something.

it was driving you crazy.

“joost?” you were pleading with him now, desperate for him to say something — do something. the way he was looking at you, it was like you were the only thing he could see. “say something.”

“i love you.”

you blinked, and all of sudden you weren’t quite sure what to do with your hands anymore. it wasn’t the first time joost had said that to you because he says it to everyone, every single one of his friends. but he had never said it to you like that before, with a look in his eyes so heavy you feared that they might fall right out of his head.

“what?” your voice cracked as you spoke. “i don’t understand…what?”

“i love you. that’s what changed.”

a headache was coming, you could feel it. right behind your eyes, you felt a twinge, and then a subtle thumping that made your eyebrows twitch. you just couldn’t wrap your head around it, and the more you tried to make sense of it the more your head hurt.

“i swear to god if this is a fucking joke, if you’re just making this up -”

he shut you up with a kiss.

it wasn’t exactly for the first time or even close to being so, but it felt as though it could’ve been; all soft, gentle, careful. the hands that held either side of your face did so as though you could’ve cracked and shattered at any second. he moved slowly, almost hesitantly, until he felt you turn into mush beneath him. only then did he pull away, a ghost of a smile lingering on his lips.

but you couldn’t let him have it though, could you? couldn’t just let him have the upper hand, just like that. you had to chase it, had to pull him down to your height by the collar of his jacket until your lips could meet his. by the time you were finished, both shaking and breathless, there were faint smudges of red all across his mouth.

“that was so hot; do it again.”

you laughed at his words for not the first time tonight, but now it was only out of pure joy instead of anything else. you laughed because of how out of it joost looked now, his eyes glossed over and lips parted ever so slightly as he panted. you laughed because of how much you did want to do it again and how you felt giddy knowing that joost wanted you to do it again too.

so you did. only this time joost was ready and pounced on you hard enough to knock you back a couple of steps, almost making you slip on the wet pavement. his fingers lost themselves in your hair, gently tugging at the roots as yours gripped onto the nylon of his jacket for dear life, too afraid to let go and risk letting him slip away.

you would have stayed like that with him all night if it wasn’t for the wolf whistle you heard from one of the windows above, followed by the rumble of thunder. the rain was starting to fall harder now, the storm only growing and you didn’t like knowing that people were watching you now.

“we shouldn’t be doing this here — people are looking.”

with his forehead resting against yours, joost simply groaned as he struggled to catch his breath. his hands still cradled the back of your head and his eyes were still squeezed shut.

“don’t care. need you.”

he may as well have been one of the puddles at your feet, the way he couldn’t even form proper sentences anymore. the things you were doing to him right now were criminal, almost cruel, and you were loving every minute of it. proud of it, actually. you might have been mush in his hands, but he was like putty in yours.

“well…maybe you should take me home then, yeah? then you can need me as much as you like.”

joost groaned again, muttering something about how you were ‘going to be the death of him’, and leaned back in. from your nose to your cheeks, to your chin, every inch was peppered with very sweet, very wet kisses.

“have i told you how much i love you yet?”

he had, at least a handful of times by now, but not nearly enough as you would’ve liked. so you shrugged, a shit-eating grin plastered across your face as you did so, and stepped back, lacing your fingers with his.

“it’s okay, you can tell me one more time.”

apparently that was way too far for you to go, because after one singular step you were tugged back again and kissed as though joost’s very life depended on it. ironic, considering you were certain that you were both about to be struck by lightning at any moment.

“i love you.”

you figured if that were to happen by some chance, it’d be worth it if it meant staying here with him for just a little while longer.

“i love you too.”

[multifandombookstore]

ok so like ik u can write duncan but can u write alejandro or noah? im simping for them hard :sob:

er, have u ever wrote them b4 is what im asking basically there isnt enough x readers of them on here </3

HI IM SORRY I DIED GHEOHAEF

I mainly write for Duncan but I definitely could write for other chars if requested!! Alejandro is definitely one of the ones I'd write for cause that man is so MMMMM yanno? Noah on the other hand I could not do sorry 😭✋

to make up for taking so damn long to respond, here are a couple lil hcs for f!reader & Alejandro!

similar to Heather, you see right through all his charisma and lies

you smelt bullshit from a mile away and you let him know as much at any given possible opportunity

you were nice and maybe a little standoffish to other contestants, but to him? You were outright cruel

then again, that's what drew him to you in the first place <3

puts his charms on HEAVY when talking to you (or just in general) just bc he knows it annoys the shit outta you and he loves getting you worked up. He'll even say that to your face

anytime he flirts with anyone, you visibly gag (to which he'll just tease you and say that you're jealous which makes you gag further)

you swear up and down that you two are sworn ENEMIES, but he likes to go around and tell everyone that you're secretly dating and to not tell anyone

(this ofc gets out cause no one can keep a goddamn secret to save their lives and oh ho ho lemme tell ya. When you found out he was telling people you two were secretly dating, you gave him a black eye that lasted at least a week)

"My mother has always told me to date strong, independent women." Was his response to you punching him

you really can't win 😭

he can tease and charm you all he wants, but the second anyone else does it? Yeah, nice Ale goes away

this ofc pisses you off cause "I can handle myself just fine, Alejandro."

"I know you can, princessa. You shouldn't have to, is the point." God damn him-

he's always unfazed by anything you do (or at least pretends to be), but nothing gets him angrier than seeing you flirt with other contestants

he, ofc, can't show this though, so he'll just have a private "chat" with whoever it is later

Chris, being the scheming demon he is, will sometimes make it to where you two are on the same team

at first, you are bitching up a storm and he won't stop smiling, but when the challenge actually starts, you two are a monster of a team. Everyone is definitely scared of you two (Owen makes a comment that you two make an awesome power couple and you glare at him)

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[leighsartworks216]

Artist to Artist

Rafayel x gn!illustrator!Reader

As a digital artist I think it would be so nice to just body double with Raf. He does his own huge paintings and I just sit on the couch doing my own little drawings

Warnings: fluff, silly, clingy Rafayel, cuddling, teasing

Word Count: 416

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Rafayel's chin lands roughly on your shoulder as he leans over the couch to see what you’re doing. Not enough to hurt (much), but definitely enough to jostle the stylus in your hand. You sigh as you tap the tablet screen to undo the messed up line.

"You couldn't let me finish lining this before bugging me?"

"I thought about it." He leans further over the couch, wrapping his arms around you as he presses his weight onto you. You groan under the pressure. "But bugging you is just too much fun."

You reach back with the stylus to poke his side. He hisses and stops leaning on you. Instead, he comes around to plop directly into your side. You roll your eyes. How are you supposed to draw when he's clinging to you like this?

"You're such a cat."

"Hey! Take that back! How could you ever think to compare me to those monsters?"

You nudge him slightly. He whines, but moves so you can lean back against him, no longer in your way. His arms are back around you, being careful not to accidentally mess up your work by touching your screen. His face is tucked against your neck.

"What're you making anyway?"

You go back to drawing the lineart of your piece. The fluid motions and smooth lines always mesmerize Rafayel. His work is abstract or realistic, color on color being the only barrier between objects. Your work is illustrative, and can range from semi-realistic to cartoony. He'd even seen you remake one of his paintings before, each brushstroke putting into mind the actual physical work, despite only being digital. It was impressive.

You zoom out for a second to show him the full picture. A badass-looking Hunter is facing up against a Wanderer. Your low-opacity sketch layers peek out from behind the black outlines. "I got commissioned to illustrate a children's book. Oh, here, lemme show you what I've got so far."

Your fingers excitedly tap around the screen, leading him eventually to a folder full of drawing after drawing. Some of them are just sketches where you tried to figure out a style. A majority of them are inked already, outlined and ready to be colored. A couple are already colored, but it’s splotchy, just to play around with colors you could present to your client. Even without the story to follow, he can begin to piece together the events of the book, up to the drawing you work on now.

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[jadelover69]

CÈLINE!!!

*broski i lowkey hate her skirt imma change it later, i did not do her justice 😭😭😭compared to me other oc’s she looks so...

𝐂𝐞̀𝐥𝐢𝐧𝐞 𝐁𝐞𝐚𝐮𝐬𝐨𝐥𝐞𝐢𝐥

𝐐𝐔𝐎𝐓𝐄:

❝Oh... Do you think Deucie* would like this dress?❞

*(yes she and Deuce are that cringe straight couple)

𝐓𝐖𝐈𝐒𝐓𝐄𝐃 𝐅𝐑𝐎𝐌: Charlotte La Bouff

𝐈𝐍𝐅𝐎:

Class: 1-D

Dorm: Pomefiore

Birthday: August 5,

Age: 16

Height: 5’7

Dominant Hand:

Sexuality: Bisexual and Asexual

Favorite Subject: History of Magic

Hobby: shoppin with her friends, sledding, ski-ing, going to meet and greets

Likes: Deuce Spade, Deuce Spade, Deuce Spade, the number 2, spades, Deuce Spade, window shopping, did she mention Deuce Spade??

Dislikes: Ace Trappola, sexism, people making fun of stereotypically ’girly’ things, people thinking blondes are stupid

Favorite Food: Beignets

Least Favorite Food: Oysters (yuck)

Club: Horse-Riding Club

Homeland: Port Jubilee

Special Skill: throwing parties!!

𝐔𝐍𝐈𝐐𝐔𝐄 𝐌𝐀𝐆𝐈𝐂:

𝐀 𝐅𝐀𝐈𝐑𝐘𝐓𝐀𝐋𝐄 𝐊𝐈𝐒𝐒*

*If she kisses someone (it has to be directly on their skin) she can make them fall directly in love with her for 24 hours, wnd make them do whatever she wants

𝐏𝐄𝐑𝐒𝐎𝐍𝐀𝐋𝐈𝐓𝐘:

A hopless romantic type, seems like a stereotypical blonde b*mbo, but she’s actually very smart... when she isn’t busy drooling over Deuce

Encouraging and sympathizes with Epel, but hates the way he treats others he sees as ’girly’

Is a Neige LeBlanche superfan, actually she is THE superfan

𝐀𝐏𝐏𝐄𝐀𝐑𝐀𝐍𝐂𝐄:

A pale girl, with a button nose and blue eyes

Blonde!!

Has slightly chubby arms and legs

Fake beauty mark

𝐁𝐀𝐂𝐊𝐆𝐑𝐎𝐔𝐍𝐃:

It’s hard, hard to have a mom who’s dead, be seen as dumb and spoiled, and be dumb and spoiled.

Unfortunately Daddy, doesn’t think so. He pushes me to greater things, and tells me I can be great. But... Can I? I can beleive Tracy (random tiana oc cameo) can but not me...

She’s smart, pretty, cool, and great at cooking.

I wouldn’t mind her being my Prince Charming, but I don’t have one. I won’t ever have one. I’m just that unremarkable.

𝐁𝐎𝐍𝐔𝐒 𝐅𝐀𝐂𝐓𝐒:

Has ADHD

Loves Deuce (i dunno if you could tell)

Wants to be a fairy-tale princess

May be surprising to some but has many connections with the upper class and royalty to to her kind and fun-loving personality

Had a small crush on Silver and even confessed! But he (kindly) rejected her

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[sixerstanley]

Okay so, about my time travel idea I was talking about earlier (TWs: suicide attempt/planned suicide under the cut)

In the present time, the fic would take place post weirdmageddon, once Stan and Ford are on the boat and going on adventures. I'm thinking they're out on land for one of these adventures, and it's pre relationship but there has been Pining and Tension.

Anyways, I don't have it all figured out but maybe Ford stumbles upon some item or something that brings him back in time, and he runs into a version of Stan who's in his early twenties, and homeless.

(there's a couple ideas I have floating around about their first interaction, but one of them that I love would be from @frondere , who suggested Stan try to steal Ford's wallet LMAO)

It's important to note that before Ford showed up, Stan was planning to kill himself, but Ford has no idea. Ford actually gives him some distraction. Stan is drawn to this mysterious yet familiar stranger, in a way.

Some kind of trip/adventure ensues (I'm assuming I would make this a multichap) and Stan tags along for reasons I haven't decided yet. The two of them get closer, with Stan even Flirting with Ford, but Ford chalks it up to Stan not knowing his true identity.

SPEAKING OF WHICH. his name. There's no way he'd say his name is Ford, so he comes up with a really bad name

Stan: what's your name, hotstuff?

Ford: F--Fred. Frederick. Um, Frederick Oakley.

Stan:

Stan: yeah I ain't callin' you that

Moth ( @frondere ) suggested that Stan call him some pet names in Spanish, and I'm TOTALLY on board with that. Oh God I forgot to include that this would possibly take place during/after his time in Columbia, too, but I haven't decided.

Anyways, some other fun tidbits: Stan keeps hitting on Ford and Ford feels guilty as all hell because he's actually CONSIDERING it. In this universe he's always had feelings for Stan that he tried to repress, and ever since being on the boat with him they've elevated to the highest level EVER.

I think eventually, Ford would cave in and sleep with Stan. He feels terrible about it after, sure, but in that moment he truly believes that's the closest he'll ever get to what he truly wants

(Bonus points if he cries during the sex bc he realizes that last fact)

Anyways, yeah I was thinking when Ford does end up back in his original time, he doesn't really talk about where he is. He doesn't know if it's something Stan remembers, if the timeline even works like that. But maybe young Stan gave Ford something after Ford stopped him from killing himself (not sure what, and Ford wouldn't know he true significance) and Ford had kept it, and old! Stan catches a glimpse.

His memories are SUPER foggy but he blurts out that he gave it to a kind stranger that basically inadvertently stopped him from offing himself, and Ford. Has a reaction to that, because he didn't know

That's all I got for now!!! Lemme know if any of y'all are interested or have any questions, it's been haunting my brain

[typicalopposite]

inspiration saturday <3

THANK YOU 3000 to the beautiful talented amazing @bidisasterevankinard for the tag :) now lets take it back to more

take me back - tommy amnesia fic - from ch 2

They release him a few hours later, and he orders an Uber to take him home— he can go get his truck later; he supposes he should take a couple days off anyway given… everything, anyway. He pushes his front door open and walks into the cold dark… empty house. Even though he hadn’t felt it in the moments between waking up in the garage and leaving for Evan's, the loneliness and heartbreak that has accumulated over the past year is felt as soon as his foot crosses the threshold. In the foyer, the framed 8x10 picture Evan took of them on his porch swing that used to be the first thing you see entering his house… is gone. 

Evan’s extra pair of running shoes are gone from the shoe rack. His Kiss The Chef apron is gone from the kitchen. His homemade almond milk is gone from the fridge. His toothbrush, and his drawers of clothes— plural because he often left his clothes and wore Tommy’s home— and his ‘your sheets suck, so I’m buying you a new set’, bed in a bag, early birthday gift is gone from his room… It is as if they never existed, just like Evan predicted. 

Except in Tommy’s head they just existed yesterday. In his head, yesterday they spent hours on the phone when they should have been resting between calls. They were making plans for what they planned to do to each other after their date. Tommy was dropping the box with the Lakers tickets off at the restaurant and making sure they were brought to the table before they arrived, so Evan wouldn’t see. Yesterday— only it was actually a year ago— Tommy was so fucking happy it sometimes overwhelmed him.  

He crawls into his bed, under the stiff sheets that smell like Tommy, and only him; he tangles himself within them and he allows himself to cry. He allows himself just this moment to grieve, to wallow, and to writhe from the sheer weight of it all until he feels like he is about to throw up… Then he allows the anger to seep in. He screams until his voice is hoarse and the wound in the back of his head is throbbing so strong a horse tranquilizer wouldn’t help him. He punches his pillow over and over until he misses a swing and catches the hard wood of the headboard. Then he reels his hand back and punches at that same spot until his knuckles bleed. 

He draws his hand up to his chest, skin broken and aching just like his heart, and finally allows himself to go numb. He lays on his side and zones out, staring at nothing until darkness creeps into his vision and he falls asleep… 

“Yesterday” he was hopeful this time just might be different. Today he knows he was wrong. 

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Demonstober Day 13 Elf

A supernatural creature of folk tales, typically represented as a small, elusive figure in human form with pointed ears, magical powers, and a capricious nature.

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If someone had told him a couple months ago that he would fall in love with the MOST unusual girl that had ever graced his workshop..He'd have told you to never speak such nonsense to him again, probably would have scoffed, told them they were insane, and dismissed it from memory bank forever. Him, a proud master blacksmith of the arts, with a girl like her?? HA! What nonsense...

Or was it?

Not to him right now it wasn't as she kissed him and held his hands and he found himself not fighting against it. What was wrong with him!?

Oh right. ..It started with her walking into his shop.

The sounds of metal clashing against metal rang out loud and clear in the air. The inside of the shop was hot enough to even send a dragon out to drink cold water. Sweat dripped down his body and his lungs heaved from the excessive force of the hammer that he brought up only to bring it back down repeatedly. Hammering the burning orange iron into submission. To be molded and crafted into a perfect halberd for a dwarf client of his. He would've continued to mind his own business if it hadn't been for the beautiful woman who walked in with a smile on her face.

He stopped mid swing hammer in the air as she walked through the opening of his shop and looked at you. Your eyes wondered around the shop and all his tools set up everywhere before looking at him and smiling.

"Good evening. I'm looking for an elvan man by the name of Hatoro Haganezuka?"

"You're looking at him." He grunted lowering his hammer and eyeing you. Noticing the small cloth you carried in your hands. "What do you want?"

"I heard you fixed blades?"

"Yes. What of it?"

"I was hoping you could fix something for me." 

You should have been as beautiful as you were when you smiled and unraveled the cloth in your hands. Revealing a rather puny dagger that was not only rusted but broken in half. Obviously not cared for at all. He felt disgusted at the mistreatment of his and his disgusted face reflected that. Eyeing it before the beautiful maiden who held it up to him.

"What a disgrace. What do you intend for me to do about it?"

"It used to belong to my grandfather but he passed away. This is the only thing I have left of him. Could you please fix this for me?"

He still stared at her beautiful face before scoffing. "I craft actual important things. Weapons for warriors. Beautiful objects that are supposed to be used to defend, hunt, help survive life. Why should I waste my time on a simple dagger?!"

"Please. I'm willing to pay whatever price you want."

Dam her cute face. In the end he reluctantly accepted her request and she gratefully hugged him despite the sweat rolling down his body before leaving him with it.

He felt like he was going crazy wasting his time fixing the puny little thing.

It felt like a two part problem in his mind. On one hand it was as if he was betraying his loyalty to his duty and everything that it stood for by accepting such a measly thing to fix..for falling for such a girl. While on the other hand it was a betrayal of his own emotions for denying his affection for her in the first place. He grew weaker by the day, losing sleep over his inner turmoil. It wasn't long before people started to notice, dark circles appearing under his eyes and his usual scowl deepening as his mood worsened. No one dared to actually ask him what was the matter, but he could feel their concerned stares and worried glances. Even so, he held out, pushing thoughts of her away as he tried to go on with his life. Just ignore her, he told himself. He would feel better once he forgot about her. Just get this job done and you'll get over her!

 But no matter what she wouldn't leave his mind or him alone. Oh WHY did he have to be plagued his existence? Even AFTER you had returned after a month or two with various check ups to see the progress and then FINALLY getting it done with him shoving it into your awaiting hands.

You STILL plauged his mind.

How beautiful you smiled. How soft you were when you hugged him. How tight his chest was when you kissed his cheek in thanks. 

HE COULDN'T WORK IN THESE CONDITIONS!!

He once told her to leave him alone because she didn't need to be anywhere near him....It ended up with him breaking down in the middle of the day crying and all those sleepless nights catching up to him finally. His work performance was slipping, he was acting like a baby, and it was ALL her fault. She wouldn't listen and go away like some stalker. After that he had passed out from his yelling fit and woken up insidd due to exhaustion.....And to her crying and holding his hand. Ironic wasn't it.

And he made a noble effort to forget about that incident, but it was all for naught.

He reached his tipping point about a month into his rejection to the monster. He was exhausted, eyes sore and bloodshot, and his performance still wavering concerning all their neighbors. Lost in his thoughts while working. he heard a single word. His name. That made him stop in his tracks. His head snapping up in recognition, eyes widening. No! Not her! Not now! The last thing he wanted was the she demon to back him against the wall and talk her pretty little head off. He felt like he was suffocating. He barely slept for days. He couldn't take it- The voices were becoming so much his head was going to explode-

"Haganezuka? You don't look so good."

That was the last thing he heard before he passed out for a second time that month. She had carried him. CARRIED HIM!! HIM!! All the way back inside filled with worry. Don't ask him why she didn't  just leave him there. If the resident blacksmith was just found passed out against the ground it would've been less humiliating than a girl to carry him all the way to his bed where he remained when he woke up and numbly laid there as she went off chattering again. He didn't know what he was thinking when he suddenly exploded at her letting everything out. Maybe it was his frustration? The stress and strain he was feeling from her relentless presence? Maybe the days of little to no sleep? His mind zoned out as he mindlessly yelled at her but he certainly wasn't expecting it to end up with her kissing him and him being compliant to her affections. Leaning into her warmth and all around easing the stress he was always. Good grief what did he say? At one point she pulled away and he attempted to kiss her again which ended embarrassingly thanks to his lesser height which ended up with himself missing her lips and pecking her jawline which sent her beautiful face into giggles and the soft hands cupping his already crying and red face rubbed away at the stressful tears.

"You shouldn't beat yourself over like a little crush. I would've been happy to know either way. Oh. Please don't cry."

He wasn't sure why he felt so assured or comforted right now, but for now he leaned into those soft hands holding him up with the pretty angelic face of his relief

[cigar-aficionado]

red wine supernova

oz cobb x afab reader / 4378 words / explicit - mdni!

summary: reader is (sort of) oz's sugar baby -- you have a date (or, rather, a scheduled booty call), but shark week has begun. turns out oz isn't fussy about that kind of thing (and even enjoys it).

warnings/tags: period sex! piv, vaginal fingering, alcohol ment but no one's drunk, showering together, sugar baby storyline, fem nicknames (doll, sweetheart) but no pronouns used, no use of y/n

To everyone else, he’s The Penguin (of the Iceberg Lounge.) You’d never call him that. To you, he’s just Oz. 

You’re something of a sugar baby, though the honest truth is even if he didn’t give you the gifts or the money or the decadent nights out, you’d still be here. You’ve told him as much, but he insists. 

“Hey, um,” you hate having to make this call, but he was going to find out one way or another. “I know we had an…appointment tonight, but I’m a little bit indisposed.” 

“Everything alright, Doll?” 

“Ah,” you’re blushing a little bit, looking at the pile of papers on your desk. You don’t technically need to work anymore but giving up your job feels too weird. You clear your throat, “I got my period this morning, it’s nothing major, I’m just not – you know, at peak, don’t want to get it all over you.” 

“Gotcha. Well, I mean, if that’s all that’s stopping you, you can still come over. If you’re up for it, no pressure.” 

You laugh lightly, “I was looking forward to seeing you,” you say honestly. “But like I said, I know we were planning on getting physical and – “ 

“Don’t worry about it, if you want to see me then I’m happy to have you. We’ll find something fun to do.” 

“Okay. Thanks, Oz, I appreciate that.” 

“Of course. You need me to get you anything? Some nice tea or tampons or whatever?” 

You can’t help another little smile, though you’re pleased that he doesn’t hesitate when asking about getting you tampons – you really do trust that he’d go to the store and walk out with a box without getting weird about it. “I’m covered there, thank you. Though actually – what’s that Italian bakery by you?” 

“Mhm, there’s like four, Sweetheart, you got any specifics?” 

“Begins with an M. Mario’s, maybe…?” 

“Mauricio’s?” 

“That’s the one. If they have any of their Opera cake, can you get me a slice?” 

“Sure thing. Hey, listen, I gotta go, but I’ll see you later.” 

“See you later, Handsome.” 

You get home later than planned, so you throw a few things into the small overnight bag you’d packed the night before, texting Oz and rushing out. 

Oz lets you up to his apartment as soon as you get there, kissing you on the cheek, “Hey there, Doll, lemme take this for you,” he says, taking your bag before you can fight him on it. “Make yourself at home, I got’cher cake in the fridge.” 

“You’re an absolute king,” you say with a deep sigh, “you want a drink?” 

“Yeah, why don’t we open a bottle of wine, dealer’s choice.” He heads into the bedroom to set down your things and you go to the cabinet, pulling down two wine glasses. He talks to you as he walks back into the kitchen, “How was your day? I assume not so good…” 

You sigh, but you give him a genuine smile as you open the wine from the fridge and pour, “It’s getting much better now.” 

“Glad to hear it,” he says, smiling back at you in a way that makes your heart flutter. He takes the glasses when you’re done, carrying them to the coffee table in the living room. “All that in the pastry box is for you, by the way, so don’t be shy.” 

You blink, heading to the fridge and seeing the cake box – much bigger than one that would hold a single serving of Opera cake – and smiling. “Oh, Oz, this is lovely. You didn't have to…” you say, opening it up. Inside are two slices of the cake you asked for, along with a couple of chocolate cake truffles, an array of cookies, and a delicious-looking eclair. 

“Wanted to. I just picked out what looked good, it was nothin’.”

It really isn’t nothing; it means the world to you. You smile, taking over the pastry box and two forks as well as the bottle of wine. You set the goodies down on the table before sitting very close to him, your legs touching. “Can't eat all of it on my own,” you say with a little smile, leaning against him. “Tell me about your day, Handsome.” 

He always does a tiny half-scoff when you call him that, like he can't quite believe you're saying it. You've stopped discouraging it; all you can do is tell him again and again that you're into him. “It was pretty calm, not much went on.” You know him well enough to know that means he doesn't want to talk about it but he's too polite to say that. “There's a new Thai restaurant that just opened up – fancy, Michelin stars and all that. I was thinking maybe…if you're not doing anything one night next week? I could get us a reservation.” 

You smile, “Would love that.” 

These are the kinds of things you do together. He takes you to restaurants, gallery openings, the theater, places to be seen so everyone can see you on his arm. Sometimes, you’ll go to his club to see the entertainment or try a new cocktail or, again, just to be seen with him. He takes you shopping – he gives you a hearty allowance outside of your bills specifically to spend on yourself – but it brings him great pleasure to take you to boutiques and department stores, tagging along close by as you peruse racks. 

When it comes to your outings, your favorite is when he takes you lingerie shopping. You know exactly how to make him blush and giggle to cover how flustered you’re getting him; it’s fun to have him carry your haul of pieces (there’s something about all that delicate lace and satin in his rough masculine hands) and to hear his input. He’s offered to let you shop for it on your own, but you always assure him that you want him there and it’s true (and maybe Oz isn’t the only one who likes showing off your relationship.) 

Your very, very favorite dates with Oz, though, are this – back at this apartment, on his couch, in his bed. You love touching him and while you get a thrill from doing it in public, it’s different here, especially knowing you can rub his thighs and undo the buttons of his shirts at will. You rest a hand on his leg, rubbing over it gently. “What would you like me to wear for our restaurant date?” 

Oz practically purrs at the contact, closing his eyes briefly. He licks his lips, opening his eyes to meet yours, “Anything’s perfect, Doll. I’ll be in my usual. I did really like that dress we picked out last week – the green one? With the lace?” 

“The green one with the lace it shall be,” you smile, reaching for his hand. 

Oz squeezes your hand, moving it to stroke your cheek, “If you wanna get your hair and makeup done, you can put it on the card. Not that y’need it, you’re so fuckin’ beautiful.” 

You smile, moving your face to kiss his palm, “I’m not the only one.” 

Oz’s voice is soft, almost like it’s a confession, “You don’t have to say that stuff tah’me, Sweetheart. I ain’t lookin’ f’that.” 

“Can I tell you a secret, Oz?” He nods. You smile, putting your hand over his, “I’ve never messaged anyone first on the arrangement app before you. But your pictures were just – I thought you were so sexy. And I was so happy you replied to me, kicking my feet and everything.”

“Yeah? You really mean that?” 

“A hundred percent. You're even more handsome in person – that shirt you wore on our first date? That white, against your chest hair and the way your chest pulled at it, just about took me out.” You peck a gentle kiss on his cheek, giving him a little smirk, “And don’t get me started on how much I like what’s under your clothes.” 

Oz smiles a little stroking through your hair, “Am I better than the other guys you met on that app?” 

“Absolutely. It's no contest,” you answer honestly, nodding. You don't normally talk about this, but you’ve wanted to tell him for a while now, and you’re glad for the chance. 

Oz rubs your arm, takes your hand, “Y'ain't just sayin’ that?” 

“There were three others, I ended all those relationships first. It wasn't the money, it was…they never made me cum. I made it really easy for them to make me cum and they just never did.” You shrug and squeeze his hand. “This arrangement has two-way aspects. I have to want to be here for it to be sustainable for me. You're the only one that I've wanted to be with.” 

“Tha's really sweet, Doll. Thanks,” he leans to brush a gentle kiss on your forehead, which makes you smile. “They never made you cum, huh? Stupid guys, you give real good direction on that.” 

“Thank you! I thought so too.” 

“They missed out, you make the most gorgeous faces when ya'finish.” You giggle. He gives you a warm smile, “C’mere, Sweetheart, let me rub your back for you.” 

Sometimes you could close your eyes and it's like you're a normal couple. 

You smile too, moving to turn your back to him so he can work. He starts with your shoulders, running the back of his hand down your back, “You comfortable in this dress? I’ll let’cha go change if you need.” 

“Mm, can you unzip me? I’ll just get out of the top part…” 

He does just that, kissing your shoulder once you slip your arms out of the straps. You reach behind you to unhook your bra but he stops you, taking one of your hands and kissing it. “Did I buy you this one?” He asks as he unhooks it with ease and you can hear the little smile in his voice. 

“You did,” you smile as you take the bra off, setting it in front of you, “The underwear you buy me is my favorite.” 

“I do love seein’ you in it,” he murmurs a little huskily – you love how much you turn him on. 

Oz starts massaging your shoulders properly and you can’t help a loud moan, erupting into a giggle, “Sorry.” 

He chuckles as well, “No need, Doll, you know you can be as loud as you want. I’m glad it feels good.” You both are silent for a moment as his hands move over your shoulder blades and upper back. “I can run you a hot bath after this if that would help?” 

You smile, shaking your head, “That’s alright, I’m here to entertain you, Handsome. You don’t need to do all this for me.” 

“Eh, you don’t feel good. I wanna make you feel a little better.” 

The sentiment warms your heart but you know this isn’t really what your arrangement’s about and you don’t want to push it. “You’re a sweet man, Oz. Really, it’s okay – I kinda do this every month.” 

Oz laughs softly, “I know you’re right, maybe I just like takin’ care of ya. Don’t get to do it very often. Mhm, besides that, you deserve a little extra when you’re sufferin’, even if you're used to it.” 

“Mhm, stop being so nice to me, you're making me horny,” and you do say it like you're joking but you're leaving him bait. 

That makes Oz chuckle again, his hands moving lower on your back. “I ain't squeamish anyway and we'd both fit in that tub, is all I'm saying.” 

“I think I need you to be a little more subtle. Just like ten degrees.”

He laughs, “Alright, how about, I don't have a lotta experience firsthand, but I've heard sex can be good for cramps?” 

You laugh lightly, “Really, you don't have to offer that.” 

“I wanna. Offer, I mean – makin’ you feel good feels good to me too. If you don't wanna, it's alright, but if you're worried about me bein’ grossed out, I really don't care. We'll do it in the tub or put a few towels down.”

You bite your lip, “I'm not sure about the tub is the only thing. Don't like the idea of being a human bath bomb.” 

That makes him laugh, “Fair enough, Sweetheart. How's about bed and then we shower off together?” 

You can't deny that between all the touching and just being with Oz in general, you've gotten really horny. The way he wants this is turning you on too; you love being doted on just as much as you love taking care of him. Plus, Oz always makes sure you finish (which surprised you the first few times you did this with him) and you're so needy right now… 

“Honestly, my Darling, I'd really like that,” you say with a little smile. 

“Good,” he kisses your cheek, “you wanna head back there now or d'ya need a bit more time?” 

A shiver runs through you, “Let’s go now, I’ve needed you all day.” 

Like usual, you can’t keep your hands off each other as you head to his bedroom. Oz is warm and it feels good against your body, even better when he starts nibbling at your neck and you feel his hardness insistent against his trousers as his hips gently rut against you. Between soft moans and grunts, you both agree that having you on your back will be the best way to do this and Oz excuses himself to get a black towel from the bathroom. 

You take your dress off the rest of the way, admiring his bed – Oz has such good taste in furniture, all of it’s very comfortable but especially his bed. He comes back and smiles at you, naked from the waist down (save his socks), and his shirt unbuttoned most of the way thanks to your handiwork, the beginnings of a hickey coloring the base of his neck. Your mouth practically starts watering at the sight of his proud cock, hard and bouncing for you as he walks. 

Oz pulls back his duvet, spreading the towel over his satin sheets. You head to the bathroom to take care of your underwear and period product but you don’t dilly dally getting back to the bed. Oz kisses you, leaning to your ear, “You ready, Doll?” 

“Mhm, yeah Handsome.” 

He lays you down on your back, the towel soft underneath you. You take a deep, happy breath and watch as takes his shirt off and gets onto the bed, kissing your knees and opening your legs for him. “So fuckin’ beautiful,” he murmurs as he gets himself into place. His cock is already flushed your favorite color and leaking, making you bite your lip: 

“I’m not the only one.” 

Oz laughs softly, reaching for the condom he put on the nightstand. You help him put it on and he kisses your knee again, tender like he means it. He shifts one more time to get closer, the cool tip of his sheathed cock pressing into your entrance, making you both moan in anticipation – though Oz only gets louder. 

“Oh, oh my fuckin’ – Jesus fuckin’ Christ –” Oz gasps as he thrusts all the way into you. 

You smile, stroking his cheek and kissing him, “Good?” You ask it innocently and he nods quickly, big brown eyes rolling in the back of his head. 

Oz shudders and kisses you, pulling back and licking his lips, “So good, so warm. Almost hot on me, oh my fuck…” 

You’re so wet, and the blood between your legs is only making it more slick, letting Oz effortlessly slide in and out of you. 

You don’t do it in this position very often – usually you’re riding him or you’re the one fucking him with a strap bigger than you’d be able to take – and it’s making his body get even closer to you than than you’re used to. It’s fucking good though, especially coupled with how big he is; he makes you feel surrounded in the best of ways, you might have to do this more often. 

“Oz,” you whine, eyes glassed as he reaches between you to rub your clit with his thumb. 

“The way you’re twitchin’,” he whines for you again and it only makes you twitch more. “Won’t last another fuckin’ minute.” 

Oz kisses your neck and rubs your clit a little more slowly. It draws a desperate little noise from you that’s more whine than moan. “Feels so good,” you groan, looking at him hungrily. 

“Feelin’ a little better, Sweetheart?” Oz murmurs. 

You nod and his teeth sink into your neck, pleasure jolting through your body at the feeling of his bite. He doesn’t let up, suckling a purple mark into your soft skin (adding to the collection of them on your body; he reveled in being submissive but he was also deliciously possessive, almost territorial.) “Good, good,” he pants into your neck, grunting and whining again. 

It’s not long before you feel yourself getting closer and closer to the edge –  your overheated, swollen core combined with Oz rubbing you just right is breathtaking and you can’t even get out that you’re about to cum before it happens. 

Cool shivers tear through you as you practically scream for him, waves of pleasure washing over your entire body. Your clit is pulsing to the beat of your heart and you’re trying to catch your breath as Oz’s hips stutter, that familiar low groan of your name spilling into your ear that always makes your heart race. 

“That was fuckin’ incredible, Doll. Might have to do it more often,” he pants, husky in your ear. Oz kisses your cheek and pulls back to throw out his condom and the amount of stickiness between your legs draws a bit of insecurity from you. 

“You too, Handsome, fuck…” You look him in the eyes, his gaze tender the way it always is with you, and you smile again. “I should get up, but I think my knees are gone.” 

He shrugs, laughing softly, “These’re thick towels, it’ll be alright if you take a sec.” 

You take a few minutes to lounge and cuddle with him. When you first got together you were surprised at his initiation of it – in public, Oz always puts on a certain image of himself and this doesn’t exactly fit his brand (especially nights where he wants to be held.) You’re happy for it, though. It’s sweet, it makes you feel more like this is something real. 

Once you feel ready, you kiss him and let him know. With a little blush, he invites you to get a head start as he doesn’t want you to see him take his socks off: “I’d also appreciate if you didn’t look at, uh, my feet when we’re in there.” 

You give him a warm, easy smile, stroking his cheek, “Eyes up here. Absolutely.” 

“Thanks,” he whispers, just barely. You kiss him chaste on the lips, rolling out of bed and heading for his bathroom. 

Oz’s shower is big. You’d never seen one with two shower heads before meeting him and his water pressure is much better than your apartment’s (in fact, you usually shower here after nights with him because it’s so luxurious.) 

You do take the opportunity to wash up. You’d just about taken care of your thighs when Oz knocks on the door a couple of times. You invite him in, sultry, and he meets you inside, slipping through the glass door to get under the water with you. 

You pull him into a kiss, gently biting his lower lip before you pull back, “Hi, Handsome.” 

“You miss me already?” He asks with a little smile. 

You giggle, “I like when we're close.” He kisses your head and you hand over a washcloth. 

Oz works on cleaning his cock and his thighs, which you don't peek at (you do really want to, but you want to respect his wishes more.) You work on your stomach, your gaze not leaving his hairy chest. 

When he's done, you take his washcloth and clean his hands. Gentle touches always make him a little bashful so you love laying them on him, kissing his chest when you're all done. He strokes your cheek, “You want me to wash your hair?” 

“I'd love that,” you smile, turning so your back is facing him. 

He strokes your arm before taking his shampoo off the little shelf – the one you always use (and revel in, because it makes you smell like him.) His hands are very gentle as they go over your hair, wetting it and working in the shampoo. “You’ve got such pretty hair,” he says as he lathers, his hands feeling like magic on your sensitive scalp. 

“I try to make sure it’s nice for you,” you smile. 

“Only right I give ya’ a hand,” he murmurs. 

Oz rinses your hair and you sigh happily, his hands trailing over your neck, then your chest. “How’re you doin’, Sweetheart?” He murmurs, running his hand over your hip, “You need more before we get out?” 

You blush, “You don’t have to…”

“Lemme take care of you,” he whispers, “turn around for me.” You obey and he touches your chest, then your stomach, his hand running lower to start working you with his fingers. You gasp, bucking your hips and earning a soft chuckle from him, “Aw, Sweetheart, that feel good already?” 

“Yeah,” you whine, licking your lips. “You feel so good…” 

“You can lean against me, Doll. I gotcha,” he says, slinking his other arm around your waist to steady you. 

You moan for him, leaning back against his body a little more insistently, which is more comfortable for you. He just about purrs when you do so, making you shiver but then his thick fingers rubbing over your clit pick up in speed and draw a louder moan. “Oz, yes…” 

“You’re gorgeous like this, Sweetheart. So fuckin’ stunning when y’comin’ apart for me.” He leans to bite your neck, not hard enough to leave a hickey (though you know he’s already left plenty.) He goes a little faster still and that’s what makes your eyes roll in the back of your head, panting harder for him as scalding ecstasy fills you to your brim. 

Your hips twitch as he discreetly rinses his hand on a strand of water running behind you – you feel so good that you can’t even be embarrassed about it. You giggle, straightening up and leaning to kiss his jaw, “Turn around for a second.” 

Oz chuckles and obeys, putting a hand over his eyes like a gentleman. You rinse the fresh red between your legs, turning around to face his back once you wash your hands. He makes a happy noise when you start rubbing his shoulders, turning his head to face you more, “Are you ready to head to bed?” 

“Yes, Handsome. I’ll dry off in here if that’s okay?” 

“Perfect.” 

You turn the water off and he steps out of the shower first, offering you a hand as you do. You wrap yourselves in soft towels and he kisses you before exiting the bathroom. 

You dry yourself enough to put on comfortable (but still cute) underwear, cramps slowly starting to re-bloom but you feel so blissed out that it almost doesn’t even bother you. You open the door and find Oz still naked in his towel sitting on his ottoman, his bad foot wrapped up in one of his hand towels. The way he smiles at you fills you with warmth and you go over to him and kiss him gently on the forehead. 

Your bag is on the floor by the bed and you open it, pulling out your little sleep shorts and looking for a shirt. You frown as you look through what you’d brought, and then you remember that you hadn’t actually packed one – last night when you packed, you thought it'd be lingerie at the most. You laugh to yourself, looking at him, “Can I ask another favor?” 

You barely even have to ask him to borrow a shirt. Oz directs you to the 2nd drawer of his dresser, telling you to pick whichever you like, looking even a little giddy about it. You smile and take a plain black one, slipping the loose garment over your form and pulling it down. He practically lights up when you straighten it on you, “Fuckin’ beautiful, you can wear whatever you like from my closet.” 

The shirt’s clean but it's still potent with his scent, which only makes you feel more happy and relaxed. You put on your shorts and sigh in content, making your way to the bed. “Lookin’ very comfortable, Doll,” Oz smiles, standing up. 

He opens the drawer next to him and you mock-pout, getting into bed. “Are you putting on clothes?” 

You look up at him with big eyes, his gaze meeting yours with a smile, “That a problem?”

You continue your mock-pout, “I wanted to feel you all over.” 

Oz chuckles, “Okay. I’d never deny ya anything you wanted, you know that.” He comes to the bed, getting in beside you and taking you into his arms, your body immediately relaxing as you curl up. Oz’s scent and the feeling of him so close fills you with a sense of calm, a smile crossing over your lips as you nuzzle against his deliciously hairy chest. 

“This is exactly what I wanted,” you say, sighing happily against Oz’s warm skin. “Honestly, you should be naked all the time.” 

Another little laugh, this time it’s his bashful chuckle (the same one you hear so often in the lingerie shops.) “I dunno, Doll, might make my job a little harder. Feel like, uh, I’d get some complaints.” 

You hum, looking up and stroking his cheek with a playful smile, “You direct those complainers to me, I’ll give ‘em a piece of my mind.” 

Oz smiles too, kissing your hand, “I’m sure ya would.” 

You curl up closer and close your eyes. It’s not long before you find yourself drifting off to sleep, Oz’s steady heartbeat in your ear and his hand rubbing tender circles on your back. 

[kyojurismo]

— FALLING ASLEEP ON THEM

# izuku midoriya, katsuki bakugo & shoto todoroki

tags : fem!reader, fluff, early stage of the relationship, not proofread of course.

a/n : hello hello !! first of all, i was more comfortable in writing this for fem!reader but if you guys want a male reader version just lemme know !! <3 second, i decided to keep it in the high school period basically for the sake of the plot >_< lol. since i just started writing for mha please lemme know what you think 🥺 it would help a lot. enjoy and make sure to stay hydrated please! ps. of course i had to ignore the other stuff into my inbox to post about mha — i apologise.

IZUKU MIDORIYA

izuku adores spending his time with you, would it be cuddling, studying together, cooking, going for a walk, sleeping . . . yeah, he likes when you fall asleep holding his hand while sitting beside him.

he is studying quietly as you simply sit beside him on his bed. it is around 11 pm and you couldn’t help feeling tired after a full day working on a school project with tsuyu and ochaco. you lean on his shoulder without noticing as your eyes start feeling heavier as time passes by.

izuku doesn’t notice at first, too deep into his english textbook, but then you cling to his arm in your sleep and sigh softly, peacefully sleeping on him. he can’t help but blush as his heart beats so fast against his rib cage he’s scared you might hear it and wake up.

“zuku…” you whisper softly in your sleep, your expression relaxed and you look comfortable in that position somehow. izuku tries to not move much, as his cheeks keep burning hot from embarrassment, his eyes barely focusing on the pages as he gets lost in the feeling of having you this close to him. it is the first time something like this happened, so he feels genuinely happy and excited about it.

KATSUKI BAKUGO

“no way! look who’s sitting there,” eijiro walks in on you and bakugo spending some alone time on the couch in the living area of the dorm, followed by denki of course. katsuki rolls his eyes in annoyance.

“you two are having fun, heh?” denki points at you sitting on katsuki’s lap, your legs resting on either side of his as he keeps one of his hand on your back. at first, he just thinks you’re quietly hugging him because you haven’t seen each others properly for a couple of days, but then he realises you’re actually sleeping with your face buried into his neck as your hands hold his shoulders.

“shut your mouth,” he barks, his tone a bit lower than usual. they sit down on the nearby couch and proceed in getting lost in one of their casual conversations as katsuki caresses your back slowly, feeling your body close to him.

his cheeks are a bit red now, as it is the first time you fall asleep on him. he clearly isn’t used to something like this. “hey, [y/n]!” denki calls you and bakugo starts fuming on the spot, sending him a death stare. “leave her alone. she’s sleeping, dunce face,” he rolls his eyes, trying to keep his voice low as to not disturb you as you cling to him in your sleep.

when the two finally leave you alone, katsuki turns his head and kisses your temple — making sure none of them is watching, of course.

SHOTO TODOROKI

shoto is reading while you’re listening to a playlist kyoka recommended. she’s great when it comes to music ( duh ) so you trusted her enough to give it a chance.

at some point, you slowly move to rest your head on shoto’s legs and he glances down at you, a bit surprised by the action. you keep your eyes closed and relax as you listen to the music, shoto reluctantly moves his hand to caress your shoulder and play with your hair while going back to reading.

of course you would end up asleep. shoto puts the book down and sighs, then looks down at you and realise that you’re sleeping. he gently takes off your earphones and stops the music, then looks at you for a couple of seconds.

“you’re very beautiful,” his voice is soft, to not disturb you. he doesn’t mind sitting like that if that means you can be close for a while.

reblogs & comments are super appreciated! thank you for taking your time reading it, i hope you enjoyed it. have a good day / night <3

[andthekitchensinkao3]

WiP WednTuesday 22 october 2024

Don't really feel like sharing anything, but since it's @elodiah and since it's for @lokimobius kiss ask prompt (fake relationship / mutual pining / dared to kiss) from way back months ago. Tagging @thosegayoldmen @in-my-loki-feels @devilbearingtrouble @loki-is-my-kink-awakening @kcscribbler + anyone who sees this. Tag me so I see your posts? Lemme know if you like mine?

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New day, new case. B-15 and he were briefing the team on their brand, spanking newest lead on a He Who Remains Variant, and all Mobius could think was how much he needed a vacation. Even Judge Gamble said he needed one, and that his week spent on the ol’ Sacred Timeline stalking himself and dreaming of a life he could never have, well, that didn’t count.

He wondered how X-5 had done it. Assumed his old identity. Manslaughter, most likely. Bradley had never hesitated to use a Timestick on anyone, to Mobius’ knowledge.

“Mobius?”

He looked up from his manila folder to see B-15’s expectant look. Caught in the act, daydreaming. Again. He cleared his throat and nodded his head at the whiteboard behind him. “The mayor of New York City is hosting her annual Holiday fundraiser, and we have it on good authority a certain Victor Timely will be keynote speaker on the night.”

“We’re talking a light recon mission this time,” said B-15. “No interference until we know the threat level of this Variant.”

Mobius arched his eyebrows. “If he’s anything like the Victor Timely of the 19th century, he’s a p--” pussycat. No. “A pretty harmless guy. We don’t want to startle him if he’s not a threat, and we’re not gonna trigger anything if he is a danger to the multiverse.”

Loki was the first one to raise his hand, eager as a schoolkid with all the answers. Mobius turned to him, charmed despite his best efforts to remain detached. At a safe distance. Metaphorical safety suit on, a pane of glass between them at all times. “Yes, Loki?”

“You said a fundraiser. Is it a black tie event?”

B-15’s smile was on par with Loki’s. “Yes. And the Mayor’s keen on showing her rainbow colors, with the upcoming election.”

Mobius sighed. “Feels like every year’s election year…”

“So,” B-15 went on, giving him a pointed look. “Mayor Braxton is playing the diversity card every way she can. She’ll want members of the queer community present. Preferably prominent members. Power couples.”

“Power couples?” Mobius frowned, checking his notes. “Where’d you--”

Loki’s hand shot up again. “Me and Mobius will do it!”

They’ll-- Mobius blinked. His mouth opened but no words came out. Except the most important one. “Loki!”

But before he could dissuade Loki of that load of nonsense, B-15 was on board. On it like a bonnet. Gung-ho and raring to go.

“That’s a great idea, actually.” She grinned, looking between Mobius and Loki, sizing them up.

“B… Don’t.”

“He’s right, though.” She had the audacity to nudge him. “You’re already acting like an old married couple! Just be yourselves.”

Loki snapped his fingers. Joyful. And triumphant. “Exactly!”

The bastard.

[dxncingwithastrxnger]

Barbatos Falling in Love with a Cat Hybrid MC (Obey Me!)

A/N: AAAAHHHHHH!! This was supposed to be posted for Barb's birthday, I'm so sorry, guys 🥲🥲 But I got a lil busy and distracted and didn't get this finished up when I was supposed to, my apologies!! So this is very late, but I hope you enjoy it anyways!! Also, I'll be completely honest, these headcanons are first of all, very long 💀 And second of all very self-indulgent considering my MC is a cat hybrid. This also mentions a lot of my own personal headcanons about demons in general, but they aren't necessarily super prominent. Also, I tried to keep the description of the cat features as vague as possible so that everyone could imagine their own details however they wanted, but if any of you wanna know how I personally imagine a cat hybrid MC looking, I'd be happy to share my thoughts on that!!

Side Note: So, apparently Tumblr has a 4,096 text per block limit. However, tumblr did not tell me this, and I had to experiment and figure it out completely on my own. So, there's a couple of headcanons that are separated a little weirdly cause tumblr required me to do so in order to post. It was only just now after I'd figured out the problem and started getting everything ready to post that tumblr decided to give me an error message while I was editing that specifically mentioned the text block limit. That error message never appeared previously 🤦 So yeah, might be weird break up points, so my apologies!!

Pairing(s): Barbatos x MC, Diavolo x MC (Implied/Mentioned), slight Diavolo x Barbatos if you squint

Tag(s): Mention of panic attacks, slight reference/implication of trauma, slight blood, I guess? Lemme know if I missed anything!

Word Count: 3,277

Not beta'd, all mistakes are my own.

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[Author Masterlist]

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-When MC first came to the devildom, Barbatos was…intrigued. Slightly. Even during his frequent visits to the human world for various things, he’s never really interacted with humans very much, mostly just for transactions. In fact, the human he’s interacted the most with in decades is Solomon, as offending as the man is. And Solomon is a lot of things, but a hybrid is not one of them. So, it’s been years since he’s actually taken time to really speak to any humans, let alone one that’s half animal like yourself. Usually, he still wouldn’t think much about it, but maybe it’s the way you immediately went on the defensive and took a swipe at all of them the moment you were summoned, or maybe it’s just that he was immediately charmed by you just like all the others. Either way, he found himself keeping an eye on you.

-Barbatos doesn’t exactly love cats the same way that Satan or even Solomon does, but he does prefer them over most animals, especially dogs. He finds them extremely amusing and sometimes even sweet. Which is why he takes interest in noting all of MC’s cat behaviors and mannerisms. Like how you stick your tongue out in a new environment, trying to do so discreetly so that you aren’t questioned about it. Or how your first instinct is not to use a napkin, but to groom yourself, whenever you spill something on the fur along your arms or sometimes even your legs. One of his favorite habits of yours is your cat-like vocalizations. No matter what the situation or what emotion you’re feeling, you always end up letting out various sounds that usually only a cat makes, whether you’re in the middle of speaking or not. He has to admit, whenever you let out a happy mew or chirp, he has to hide a smile.

-He didn’t know it at the time, but the moment his intrigue and curiosity became full-on investment is quite clear now that he thinks about it. He had gotten up at his usual time of night to start making preparations for the Young Master’s day, and as he started a quick cleaning sweep of the whole castle, he discovered something strange. There’s a small crawl space in the left wing of the castle that the Little Ds frequent and sometimes he’ll stop and say hello as he passes by, should any of them be inside it at the time. And yet, this time, he finds scratches. Surface scratches on the wall on either side of the crawl space and deeper scratches in the hardwood floor right in front of it. He couldn’t help but be concerned. This isn’t something he saw coming, nor did he sense anything amiss in his sleep. And the Little Ds are never this destructive. The only logical thing for him to do is check inside the crawl space. And so he opens it up, and is stumped by what he finds. It’s…you. Curled up into a tight ball and covered in…one of Lord Diavolo’s spare blankets. A heavier one, that the Lord prefers on colder nights.

-Where in the world did you get one of those? How did you even get into the castle? As he continues to observe, he notices that you’re asleep, though it doesn’t seem like you’re actually getting much rest. And there’s Little D No. 6 and 7 snuggled up right beside you, also asleep. He kneels down and clears his throat, touching your arm gently. And as he had hoped, you woke up. But then you were flinging the blanket in his face and trying to push yourself further back into the corner despite not having any room to do so. The Little Ds are startled and scamper away, behind the butler, while Barbatos watches as you position yourself much like an animal getting ready to pounce. But you don’t. Instead, you hiss and growl at him, the sounds echoing through the long, mostly empty hallway.

-Your lips are pulled back from your teeth, your feline canines glinting in the low light. Usually he wouldn’t care for gentleness. You’re intruding into the castle and it’s his job to get rid of you in case you are a danger to his Master. Or in the case of a human from the exchange program, he must at least send you back to the House of Lamentation immediately. But as he opens his mouth to speak, he hears something that makes him pause. Among the warning sounds to stay back, he hears…a whimper? And so, he takes a moment to sniff the air. And that’s when he realizes. This human isn’t shaking with rage. They’re shaking in fear. The smell of terror wafts from you in deep waves, and now that he’s paying more attention, your eyes are darting around, your pupils dilated as you try to watch every piece of your surroundings. He sighs and moves back, deciding that not crowding you in is best. You’ll be easier to deal with if you’re calm, he tells himself. Nothing more.

-He moves to the opposite side of the hallway, directly across from the crawl space, and sits on his knees, watching you with a slight tilt of his head. The Little Ds, however, stay nearby. And as patiently as he can, he waits. Slowly, your hisses and growls quiet, and your body relaxes slightly. The fear is still in your scent, but now there’s also curiosity and…a slight sense of embarrassment? After a few minutes have passed, you slowly slink out of the crawl space and crouch right in front of it. Then he watches you hold a hand out to the Little Ds and help them crawl onto your leg, a slight smile appearing on your face as you do so. Oh? He then calls your name, and immediately your ears flatten back against your head again, and you look at him with uncertainty. And then he questions what you’re doing in the castle and how you got in, in the first place.

-You quietly explain that some of the Little Ds led you inside. From your description, Little Ds 2, 4, and 5. Apparently, earlier that night at the House of Lamentation, Lucifer had gotten angry and yelled at a couple of his brothers. MC incidentally caught Lucifer’s attention while he was still upset and got caught in the crossfire, which greatly frightened you and caused you to run off. You found yourself outside and lost, not realizing you were right by the castle grounds until the Little Ds stumbled upon you. And for some reason, they felt the need to bring you inside. They’re the ones that also brought you the blanket, trying to help you stay warm. But then it started storming and due to what had already happened, it spiked a panic attack. That’s where the scratches came from.

-And usually, he wouldn’t care much for a sad tale from some random human. But here he is, watching you look around anxiously, tail wrapped tightly around your arm and ears flattened, scent dull like you’ve already accepted that a terrible punishment is coming your way, and he finds that he absolutely can’t stand it. This image in front of him is wrong. The scent coming from you is wrong. And for the life of him, he can’t place why. Nor does he know why he goes easy on you throughout the next day. The only thing he requires of you is that you explain to Lord Diavolo what happened and you work in the castle for a day, including cleaning up your own mess. The Young Master holds nothing against you, unsurprisingly, and from that day on, Barbatos was keeping an even closer eye on you, with one very strange question running through his mind. Just what did the human world do to you, hybrid?

-When you start to take more of an interest in Lord Diavolo, Barbatos is torn on how to feel. On one hand, whenever you and Lord Diavolo spend time together, both of you are filled with so much joy and delight. It makes his heart feel a little warmer at the sight. But on the other hand, he feels something slimy and hot crawl around his insides at the same exact sight, especially when it’s confirmed that what’s happening between the two of you is heading towards something romantic. It doesn’t take the Lord too long to notice, either. He’s the one that informs Barbatos that what he feels is jealousy, which surprises both of you. Jealousy? Why would he be feeling jealousy? And then the Young Master suggests that he join them for tea one day, take a break to enjoy new company, he says, with that damn twinkle in his eye.

-When he first sits down at the tea table set out in the gazebo overlooking the lake, the last thing he expects is for all of your attention to fall on him. You turn your entire body in your chair to face him, your ears perking up and your tail twitching in his direction, a bright, warm smile on your face. You hold your teacup in both hands, close to your chest, and start speaking to him. Complimenting him. The tea set is so pretty, you’ve never seen anything like it, and the tea itself is amazing. Does it have an herbal base or is it more similar to a black tea equivalent? The Young Lord must’ve told you about his interest in tea. And so, he answers you. Gives a slight chuckle as he thanks you and tells you all about the tea. And he’s delighted to realize that not only do you listen to everything he says, but you retain all of it as well. Ask him even more questions. And at some point in the conversation, he finds himself smiling for no reason other than the fact that he’s enjoying himself. And soon after, he feels your tail brush against his arm. As soon as you realize he’s noticed, you apologize, claiming it has a mind of its own sometimes with a sheepish giggle. And as you look away he notices that a flush has risen to your face. How curious.

-The first time that Barbatos finds a dead bird on the windowsill of a castle window, he thinks nothing of it. It’s something that happens from time to time. Until a few days later when he finds not just one, but two. One outside of his own window and one outside of Lord Diavolo’s. It’s too specific for him to see it as mere coincidence, so he stores both birds and watches out for more. And like clockwork, twice a week on the same days, one, sometimes two, birds would appear on both of their windowsills. When he asks his Lord about it, he doesn’t know either. It was purely accidental that he found out the reason. One day at RAD, he overheard Satan speaking to a few of his brothers and he went on some ramble about cats. The butler was only partially listening, but his interest was peaked when he heard mention of cats leaving gifts for people they enjoy the company of. Most cats will kill small animals, like mice or birds, and leave them on windowsills or near front doors or anything similar, sometimes even by a bed or other place the person frequents. And the thought came to him. Are the birds from you? A supposed gift for him and the Young Master? And so, the next time birds are left at the windows, one of the first things he does is ask you to the castle that same day.

-After you arrive, he presents you with the birds from that morning and asks if they’re from you. Immediately, your tail starts swishing behind you, and you look not anxious but…shy, and flustered. You ask if the birds are okay, or if there’s a different animal he and Lord Diavolo would prefer. He can’t help but laugh. Not at you, but at the absurdity of such a question. And at his own emotions in response to the confirmation that you’ve been leaving them gifts. Leaving him gifts. And when he tells you that the birds are perfect, that they can be used for many meals and other things, your tail stands straight up as you let out the sweetest of feline chirps. And for some reason, he feels a slight flush rise to his cheeks

-One night, the Young Master decides to host a dinner party with all residents of the House of Lamentation and Purgatory Hall. Both demonus and human alcohol was brought out and everyone was having a good time. The Young Lord especially was having so much fun that he invited everyone into his private common room after dinner was finished, insisting that Barbatos himself take a moment to sit and relax. He follows his Master’s orders, as he always does, and takes a moment to sit down and observe the others. And that’s when he feels a warm weight against his side as someone takes up the space beside him. Immediately, he turns in the direction, ready to tell off whoever it was, when he lays eyes on you and freezes. You’ve snuggled up beside him and placed your head on his shoulder, looking up at him with hazy eyes. You tell him unnecessarily that you’re just a little bit tipsy. And then you comment that he’s cozy as you wrap both of your arms around one of his, your tail quickly following. And then you spend a moment sniffing his shoulder. He’s unsure why until you suddenly start rubbing your cheek against the same spot. Since meeting you, he’s started doing a bit more research on cats to learn more about things they do and why they do them, how to read their behavior and such. And one of the things he read is that all cats have scent glands within their cheeks and they use those scent glands to mark their scent on people they’ve claimed as “theirs”. He instantly looks away and tries to ignore the burning of his cheeks. He lets you stay there all the way until the brothers drag you back home.

-Barbatos is not emotionally naive. He just finds the concept of romantic love and care very difficult to understand and therefore hard to detect immediately. But eventually it reaches a certain point in which the fact that he is falling in love is absolutely undeniable. Such as the case with that silly little cat hybrid. And within that realization, he’s realized that you’re the one who’s been making all the moves in his direction. Well, that just won’t do. If he is to accept your romantic pursuits, then he must return them as well. And so, he requests for a very rare day off and invites you to spend the day with him.-First, a breakfast at the castle that he personally makes for you, making sure to include a mix of your favorites and his own. The two of you eat together in his favorite area of the garden, right by the acid tulips that he was happy to tell you all about when you asked. And then, when he asks what you want to do next and you tell him that you’d like to do some of his favorite activities, in order to learn more about him, he lets out a surprised chuff. With how energetic you are, he was genuinely uncertain whether any of his preferred hobbies would actually keep you entertained.

-But to his surprise, you bird-watched beside him with eyes of wonder and hung onto his every word as he told you all about the different bird species the two of you encountered. And when it came to herb gathering, mainly for teas, it seems you not only had an interest but also a knack for it. All he had to do was describe an herb to you and you’d be able to find some of it almost quicker than he could. Almost. He supposes your feline hunter instincts help a lot with that. And speaking of your hunter instincts, when the subject of lunch is brought up and he asks what you’d like, you simply ask him, “Bird or fish?” He blinks at you and says fish slowly, unsure as to what the question means. And then you tell him to…stay. You’ll be right back. Intrigued, he does as you say, listening carefully to your near silent footfalls as you bound through the trees head in the direction of the river not too far away. He hears a series of splashes for the next few minutes before you start making your way back to him. As you appear in front of him again, you have…fish. Multiple in your arms and one being held in your mouth, all of them already dead. It’s like the butler’s fondness for you grows tenfold in that moment, as you look absolutely adorable. Your tail swishes and curls high in the air, a sign that you're happy with yourself, if the grin on your face didn’t already reveal so. He gives you a warm smile and chuckles softly as he takes the fish you’re offering him and thanks you. When you release the last fish from between your teeth, there’s a thin stream of blood coming from the corner of your mouth. It would be a completely dishonest statement if Barbatos said that he didn’t feel a strong urge to kiss you in that moment. He has to look away and take a step back when you simply lick the blood up as if it’s nothing new, in order to prevent himself from doing anything impolite.

-Seeing as you caught fresh fish, he brings you to a place he and the young master tend to camp at occasionally where he’s able to make lunch for the two of you, which you both eat happily. And for the second half of the day, he asks to learn about your own hobbies, places you’ve come to enjoy since coming to the Devildom. And over the next few hours, you take him to all kinds of places, from your favorite lounging spot to your favorite place to shop. By the time it’s time for dinner, you’ve brought him to a little cafe in town that you enjoy spending time at and the two of you stay there awhile and chat over a meal. The entire day was an absolute delight and he takes it upon himself to personally escort you back to the House of Lamentation, especially with it being night now. The walk is slow but enjoyable, and at the front gates of the house, he says goodbye to you, however, you pause. A pink comes to your cheeks as you step forward and before he’s even processed the action, your lips are on his. You kissed him. Very few have ever been so bold, and definitely not a human. He places a hand on your cheek and a hand on your waist, both touches gentle and light, as he returns your kiss, a slight smirk on his face as he pulls away again. “I thank you for allowing me such a delightful experience.” He bows to you, and you let out a ‘mew’ before turning away and hurrying up to the house. He finds himself humming an old tune with a small smile on his face the whole way home that night.

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A/N: Please let me know what you think!! I very much hope you enjoyed writing these out, so I hope you enjoyed reading them as well. I'm thinking of writing more of these for the other dateables, so keep an eye out for those 👀 Also!! Unlike with Barbatos, I will actually be posting something on Mammon's birthday in a few days!! I've already gotten quite a bit of it written out and it's very spicy 😏 So keep an eye out for that as well ^-^