#they find very quickly that he can purr when will comes over next to him curiously

[wu-does-art]

au where mike narrowly escapes the upsidedown while on patrol and gets an obscure curse to be a catboy for a month. this is amusing to everyone but mike.

[just-jordie-things]

Hi

If you take that type of requests, what jjk men turns them on to their s/o if you feel comfortable ofc

Also have a nice day <3

a/n: hehe the brainrot is ROTTING today folks <3 enjoy some semi-casual turn-ons ___

gojo satoru

obvi this man gets horny over nothing so he'll get turned on by anything you do, really.

but he especially likes when you come onto him first. just bc it's usually him trying to ~seduce~ you. so he finds it very cute when you make your attempts at initiating sexy time- whether you're good at it or not lmfao

he also likes when you tease him. call him the strongest or the honored one in that cute little mocking voice you do and he's folding he's on his knees and under your skirt.

fushiguro megumi

gets turned on by simple domestic acts.

you need your dress zipped up? you need him to open a jar for you? you need him to get something off the top shelf for you?

something about how casually you need him just gets him going.

and eventually you know it too, so after some time you find yourself asking him to help you with tasks you're fully capable of completing on your own, just to see how riled up you can get him over something as simple as cooking dinner together.

(you never did get to eat that meal lmfao)

you ended up at a mcdonalds drive through with very obviously ruined clothes and messed up hair. the cashier snickered at your matching lovebites while he'd been paying.

okkotsu yuuta

gets turned on anytime you say his name.

no matter the context. no matter the volume or tone. he's swooning if you say his name.

hollering from the next room over? lovesick.

first thing in the morning when you wake up and your voice is raspy as you ask how he slept? morning sex guaranteed.

even during an argument, if you make the mistake of calling him by his name, expect to make up very quickly. kinda hard to stay mad when he's in your guts <3

i imagine it eventually gets so bad that even when you're texting, if you call him yuuta or yuu, he's making the chat horny.

inumaki toge

touch his hair and he's mush in your hands.

as soon as your fingers card through the silk blonde locks, his eyes are falling shut and he's leaning into the touch so hard, like a little cat dying for more affection.

you swear you hear a little purr from him sometimes if you scratch at his scalp just right

it will go from comforting and sweet to the horniest makeout session in a matter of seconds tho. it doesn't take long for little purrs to turn into strangled growls and whimpers as he longs for you to tug a little harder.

if you even try to take your hands out of his hair he stops you.

100% will grab your wrist and shove your hand to the back of his head.

prolly cuz he likes having a partner that's a bit possessive <3

[rosepascal]

Taken It Easy | Joel Miller Smut

summary: “Don’t fucking stop, baby.” or you ride a cowboy (even if Joel says he ain't one)

warnings: Smut, NSFW 18+, Minors DNI, oral (male receiving), afab!reader, swearing, Pre!outbreak Joel so he's 35, creampie, unprotected, badly written southern accent lol

a/n: After those esquire pictures i had to cook something up for our man Joel here

You hated watching Joel work such long hours. He worked hard and it seemed he never let himself take a break or even breathe. Especially this week, Sarah was off on a week long trip with her best friends and you know that Joel is probably living off beer and Chinese take out. It sounds bad but you're almost happy that he got hurt on the job.

Nothing serious but enough to keep him home on recovery. When Tommy called you didn't hesitate to volunteer for nurse duty. Joel's very capable but he couldn't take care of himself for shit. You expected to see him on the couch or in bed but when you walked into his house he was nowhere to be found.

"Dammit." You huff as you set down the bag you brought. Heading upstairs you find him in Sarah's room. Moving heavy furniture that he definitely shouldn't be moving.

"Joel Miller!" You scold and he jumps.

"What the hell do you think you're doing?" Crossing your arms you stare him down. Not intimated by the man in the slightest.

"Sarah's been buggin' me about this drawer." He says simply.

"Get your ass on the couch cowboy." He starts to argue but you shake your head.

"You're not wining this one Joel." He winces as he pulls himself up and makes his way downstairs. Opening his fridge you sigh at the sight of empty shelves and a pack of beer.

"You're gonna die at an early age if all you're eating is beer and eggs Joel." He shrugs and turns on the TV to some mindless show.

He's not used to doing nothing and it drives him a little crazy. But it's easier with you around. He watches as you move around his home, it comes with such ease. You know the place like the back of your hand because it's practically your home.

"Come sit please, watching you run around is makin' me dizzy." He smiles that sweet smile and you can't say no. Falling onto the couch next to him and wasting no time in snuggling up to him.

"I ain't a cowboy by the way." He says and you furrow your eyebrows in confusion.

"Earlier you called me a cowboy." Sure he may not really be one. But you don't really care about that. What you do know is your boyfriend is one strong, sexy, southern man.

"I don't know, you got that accent. Strong hands, look sexy in jeans." You purr as you run your hand down his chest. His eyes darken as he lets out a small groan.

"Can't be sayin' that kinda stuff to me baby." He reaches over for you but stops, cursing under his breath a shot of pain runs through his body.

"Just lay back cowboy, let me give ya the ride of a lifetime." You tease as you gently push his shoulders back.

Your lips are on his in an instant as his hands roam your body, squeezing and slipping under your shirt to feel your bare skin.

"Let me take care of you alright?" He nods and you move his hands off your body and onto the couch.

Unbuckling his belt as quickly as you can to set his hardening cock free. He lifts his hips to pull down his jeans and boxers as you strip down to your underwear. Your hands wrap around his cock and pump it slow and hard.

"Everything really is bigger in Texas." He rolls his eyes at your shitty joke and bucks his hips up.

"Shut up." He grumbles.

Grinning you lick from the base to his tip, moaning loudly as he twitches in your hands. You continue to tease him as you kitten lick his tip, loving the way he grips the couch and throws his head back in pleasure. The steady pumping of your hand is nice and all but he craves to be buried deep into that tight cunt.

"Enough of that, get up here." He commands and you climb into his lap. He snaps the band of your panties and you whine. He slips two fingers deep inside of you without warning making you groan.

"Already this wet for me." He says with a smirk as he pulls them out.

"Need you now." You growl as you slide your panties to the side and sit on his dick.

"Fuck!" His hands fly to your hips as nothing but pleasure consumes him.

He wasn't expecting you to take all of him at once but he sure as hell wasn't complaining. You waste no time in bouncing hard and fast on his cock. Focused on Joel and him alone.

Your hands weave into his hair as you shove his face into your chest. His lips messily kiss all over your shoulder and neck. Biting down on your shoulder as you fuck his cock into you.

“Don’t fucking stop, baby.” He begs as his starts to move your hips.

"Don't plan on it." You purr into his ear. His cock pounds into you, the obscene sounds of sex fill the room as you bounce with no sign of stopping.

"Shit baby, not gonna last long." He grabs your ass and squeezes hard, slapping it hard as you slam down onto him. He tries to pull you off but you resist. Opting to grind down on his thighs instead.

"Want your cum so badly, please please." You whine loudly and he swears.

"Anything you want sweetheart." He wraps his arms around you and thrusts his hips up wildly.

Grunting loudly into your ear until he comes hard. His fingers rub against your clit roughly until you flutter around him. Burying your face in his neck as you bask in the feeling of being completely full. He rubs your back gently, grounding the both of you back to reality.

"How you feeling cowboy?" You ask lazily. He hums and lays down on the couch, pulling a blanket over you.

"Feel fucking amazing." Your head lays on his chest as he turns the TV back on.

"Thought you weren't a cowboy?" You say cheekily. He looks at you and smirks.

"Baby, you can call me whatever the hell you want if it leads to that."

[teyums]

Neteyam Headcanons ✽ Part 2

Neteyam is a very attentive listener. Even if he’s busy doing something, or after a long day when he just wants to rest, you’ll know he’s listening to every word you’re saying. He loves hearing your voice, and your bubbly storytelling over the rundown of your day while he was gone actually helps take his mind off the responsibilities that ail him. Though he may not respond in words all the time, you’ll look over to see his ear flick in your direction as a clear indicator that he’s hearing you, followed by a hum or a head nod that permits you to continue speaking. You’ll beam when you hear him randomly chime in. “And then what?”

He definitely gets jealous. He comes off as secure due to his naturally confident demeanor, but deep down he’s terrified that one day he’ll lose everything he loves, including you. Anytime he catches another male looking at you in a way he doesn’t like, he’ll bare his fangs at them and hope you’re not paying attention. You only look up at him to see what’s going on based off the other man’s reaction and he’ll send you the sweetest smile that extinguishes your suspicions, until you feel his tail possessively coil around your thigh.

Loves having his hair played with and finds it very relaxing. It’s so easy to coax him to sleep at night, regardless of his want to stay up with you. After only five minutes of you running your fingers through his hair you’ll hear him snoring into the small of your neck. He’s also trying to grow it out to be as long as his mom’s, so when you show interest or appreciation towards it and mention that it might have gotten longer, he gets very excited. You usually wake up before him in the mornings, so as you’re waiting for him to open his eyes you’ll strum your fingers through his soft braids, massaging his scalp on the way down and eliciting deep, faint purrs from the man fast asleep on your chest.

Depending on the situation, the man can have quite the temper on him. To no surprise, though. I feel as if the ones who constantly appear calm, collected, and carefree are the ones you definitely do not want to piss off. He may appear a big softie and a sweetheart because let’s be honest, he is. But when it comes to protecting you or his family? He’s going to jail.

Has a staring problem. He can’t keep his eyes off you no matter how hard he tries. He’ll be in a meeting with Jake and the other warriors off in the distance, and you’ll look over to see him paying zero attention and looking dead at you while you’re helping the female elder’s with some tasks. When you catch him ogling you’ll motion your head at his father and urge him to focus with a pointing look, in which he just grins and quickly looks away.

And lastly, I headcanon that Neteyam has social anxiety. Being the eldest son of olo’eyktan and up next for the throne, he’s constantly stared at or bothered wherever he goes and it overwhelms him. He wishes he could just be a normal na’vi, free to live his life the way he pleases. Not ‘son of Toruk Makto’ or ‘the next clan leader’. Just plain old Neteyam. You’re the only one who sees him as who he really is and doesn’t put him on a pedestal simply because of his title. He prefers to spend his free time with you, cuddled up somewhere in a secluded part of the forest and safely tucked away from the eyes of others.

[ghuleh-witch]

Fandom: Ghost Rating: Mature Warnings: Dry humping, blood and blood-drinking Relationships: Papa Emeritus IV/Copia/Dracopia x GN Reader Characters: Papa Emeritus IV/Copia/Dracopia, GN Reader Additional Tags: Coming in pants, no beta Chapter Word Count: 1360 Summary: You allow Copia to bite you for the first time. Author's Note: I tried to keep this as gender-neutral as possible. Please let me know if I missed anything. AO3

“I don’t want to hurt you.”

You look up into his mismatched eyes surrounded by coal black paint. Even in the dim candle-lit room, you could see the tenderness his eyes held. It caused your heart to melt into a puddle inside your chest. Despite being a predator of the night, Copia was too sweet for his own good at times. 

“You won’t,” you responded. “I trust you. I know you won’t do anything to hurt me. I want to do this for you.” A few days have gone by since Copia last fed, and from what he told you, he only got his hands on some pig’s blood that was supposed to be used in a ritual Terzo was planning. “I’ll replace it before he knows it’s missing,” he told you. The Siblings trained to be donors for the vampires in the ministry were either scheduled off or busy with others, leaving Copia to either hunt for animal blood or find another willing donor. 

And you wanted to play the part of willing donor.

“Let me do this for you,” you said, cupping his cheek and bringing his gaze to yours. You could see how tired he was. The hunger was there just floating under the surface. He looked ready to snap at any given moment, but you weren’t afraid.

Copia sighed, and his hand came to rest over the one you held to his cheek. He turned his head and pressed a kiss to your palm. “Are you sure, amore ?” He asked.

You nod. “Very sure.”

He looked unconvinced, his frown lines deepening. “It will hurt at first. You will feel like your skin is on fire…”

“I trust you. And besides, I know that feeling goes away. You told me yourself.”

“Eh, si , I did. The pain fades and you’ll become calm and pleasure.” You could have sworn there was a tinge of pink in his cheeks when he said that. 

“Well, we’ll just have to see where that takes us,” you replied with a hint of a smirk. “So, let’s do this. How do you usually do this with the donors?”

“They sit next to me and give me their wrist,” Copia said. “But they are trained and used to the pain the bite brings. You are not. It would be best if you sat in my lap so I can hold onto you so you don’t fall over.” 

You straddle his lap as he sits on the sofa. “Like this?” You all but purr.

“Hmmm, si ,” Copia responded, his hands came to rest on your hips. “And then I’ll take your wrist and bite into the vein.” His hand came to lift one of your hands and his lips ghosted a kiss over your knuckles.

“Why not drink from my neck?” You suggested. You remembered him telling you how drinking from the neck was very intimate and intense. You craved to know what it felt like; to be held so close on the edge of life and death. 

“I—I shouldn’t,” Copia stammered, his eyes glued to your neck, just below your jaw where your pulse thudded. “Not for your first time.”

“I want to,” you responded quickly. “I want to feel it all.” 

Copia’s eyes slipped closed as a sigh escaped his lips. He was silent for a second, probably debating whether to give in to your request. You could see the battle he was warring with himself. After a moment his eyes opened and looked into yours. His hand came to cup your check as he nodded. “Alright, amore , but you must tell me if you feel lightheaded or sick. I cannot live with myself if I hurt you.”

“I promise,” you pledged. “Cross my heart, hope to die.”

“Well, we’re trying to avoid that last bit, eh?” Copia said, his lips coming to yours in a gentle kiss. “I’m going to kiss you for a bit and then I’ll bite.” 

You nodded. “Okay, I’m ready.”

His lips were on yours once more as his hands tightened around your waist, holding you close. The kiss started chaste and soft and quickly deepened. You could feel his cock harden beneath the laces of his pants. You gasped as his lips left yours and began to trail down your jaw, stopping to nip your earlobe, before continuing the path down your neck.

“Copia,” you moaned breathily as you felt his fangs graze the delicate skin over your jugular.

“Try to be still for this part. I don’t want to make it worse,” he murmured against your skin.

It felt like a pinch at first, and you wondered what the big deal was. It didn’t hurt. You spoke too soon though because then it felt like lava was flooding your veins as his fangs sank deeper into your neck. You let out a pained whimper as you tried to pull away, but his arms held you steadfastly in place. Something that sounded like a muffled apology came from Copia as the hot pain flooded your entire body. Tears sprang to your eyes and for a moment you really thought you might die.

Then just like Copia said, a calm fell over you and the pain began to ebb away. Endorphins surged through your bloodstream and you became lost in the feeling of peace and pleasure. “Oh,” you breathed as your fingers curled into the black fabric of his shirt. You could have sworn you felt Copia smile against your neck as warm rivulets of blood trickled down your skin.

“Feels nice now,” you said, rolling your hips against him without even realizing it.

That is until he groaned.

You were fully aware of the hard bulge beneath you; fully aware that he was just as aroused as you. Unable to help yourself, you rolled your hips again, grinding down against him causing you both to groan. Pleasure filled you as the friction of your jeans rubbed against you just right. “Fuck, Copia,” you moaned as his hands slipped from your hips, into the waistband of your pants, and to your ass. He squeezed your ass and pulled you impossibly closer. He wanted you to keep going and you had no intention of stopping. Your fingers grip his shirt so tight that your knuckles turn white as you grind against him, pushing yourself to your peak. You felt the coil in your lower abdomen grow tighter and tighter before suddenly it snapped. “Oh, fuck,” you panted. Dizziness caused your head to swim as you came, Copia's name fell from your lips in breathy moans. You felt his cock kick beneath the layers of clothes separating you and you smirked knowing he came as well.

His head fell back from your neck as he looked into your face with half-lidded eyes. His pupils were blown and crimson stained his lips and chin. With a quick swipe of his tongue, he cleaned his bloodied lips. His eyes fell closed as he savored the flavor.

“Amore,” he panted as his hands gripped you tight to him. “You are absolutely delicious. And I don’t mean just your blood.” His eyes opened and looked over your face, searching for any signs of distress or discomfort. “How do you feel? Did I take too much?”

“I’m fine,” you insisted. “A little dizzy, but that could be from how hard I came.” 

He frowned. “Maybe I did take too much.”

“Copia, I’m fine. It’s nothing a juice box and a cookie couldn’t fix,” you said, cupping his cheek as your thumb stroked over his paintless skin. “I promise I’m okay.”

That seemed to satisfy him. “Let’s get you cleaned up, eh? You got blood all down your neck and shoulder.” He leaned in and pressed a soft kiss to the spot he bit. The sensitivity of the wound made you wince. He pulled back and gave you an apologetic smile. “It’ll be a little uncomfortable for a day, but I have a balm we can put on it and it’ll heal right up.” He adjusted his grip and stood, carrying you to the bathroom. You knew after tonight, you’d always be his willing donor. 

[mochatsin]

WHEN MC GETS CAT EARS

When Solomon mistakenly puts cat hair instead of arctic fox fur, you grew cat ears and a tail by accident. As amusing as it is, you have to wait for Solomon to make a cure and it could take a while. How will the brothers handle this when you come home like this?

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Lucifer

How could the greatest sorcerer even make simple accidents like this? To think that years of experience would have avoided something like this, but these kinds of errors… well they aren’t that bad when he can benefit from this. 

You’re panicking about the sudden cat ears and tail. Yet despite the distress you have given your newfound features, he has this entertained look on his face. 

Normally he would sigh and shake his head in disappointment. This usually means that more trouble means more work he needs to deal with, but you don’t see that look on his face. There’s just this devious smirk instead.

“Transfiguration huh… well, that’s what you get for meddling along with the likes of Solomon. I guess it can’t be helped, you’ll have to stay like this for a while until that antidote hm?”

Lucifer already knew that the antidote would be ready the next day but he refused to let Solomon give it to you. Would probably ban him from entering the premises to ‘cause no more accidents.’ For all the trouble this sorcerer has given him, the least he can do was let him savor this. 

Anytime he would find himself frustrated at his brothers, he would find you and pet you right behind the ears where it’s best. He would treat you like a therapeutic anti-stress cat. It’s a win for both of you, since you love it when he scratches in just the right places and he adores it when you purr. 

Mammon 

He found you sneaking back into your room, hoping to go unnoticed but of course Mammon was already waiting by your door with his arms crossed looking very displeased.

He demands your attention after spending the day with Solomon (definitely not because he's jealous or anything) but when he sees your cat ears, he has this confused look on his face. 

Raising a brow, he would inch closer to your head for further inspection. “The hell you two doin’ over there? I thought you guys were doing alchemy, so what’s with all this get up? Where’d you even get these cat ears?” 

He probably won’t believe that it was real and pulled on the ears. When he gets a reaction from you, he starts blushing madly and quickly pulls his hand away out of pure panic. What do you mean they’re actually part of you?!

He would understand after you explain everything to him, then proceed to yell at Solomon after such a clumsy accident over the phone. But it’s not unwelcomed. He would hesitate at first, since he pulled the ears so hard, but once you let him then trust that this boy will not stop playing with it.

Mammon would steal glances at you often, watching as your ears move around every time you’re happy, flustered, or upset. It makes you more expressive that way and he enjoys seeing all sides of you.

Levi

Levi was excited because he was waiting all day for you to get home so he could talk about the latest episode of the anime he was watching. When he heard that you were home, he ran to your room to catch up to you.

He ends up bumping into you and you both fall. Just as he was about to apologize, he felt something… fuzzy brush up against him. Not only did he fall on top of you, he finds out you have cat ears and a tail too?!

Immediately pushes himself off you, apologizing repeatedly before running away from you at full speed out of embarrassment. It takes a while until he does manage to calm down and after you explain everything, his face would still be beet red. 

“Your tail is… really fluffy and soft. Unlike mine that’s all scaly. I… I like it! It reminds me of this cat girl from this anime ‘that time I woke up as a cat girl and now I have to-” and he goes on with the series, forgetting his initial embarrassment.

There was one time that his tail wrapped around yours while you two were gaming together and he only realized when you yelped, feeling it coil around it. You’re still new to the sensation after all so it took you by surprise.

Both of you are now incredibly red, and you had to reassure him that you didn’t mind since you’re not used to these new features. It takes him all the courage to even touch your tail again and he has a nervous smile when you let him. He actually enjoys it, but he won’t admit that (or can’t).

Satan

He was hoping to run into you to ask if you got any notes from Solomon after your little study session. The sorcerer is excellent with magic and hexes after all, maybe he knew a summoning circle that could trap Lucifer in place for hours.

He knocked in your room but there was no answer. It’s odd, since he knows that you’re home judging by the shoes you left at the door. “MC? Are you alright? I want to come in, if that’s okay” 

Oh no. despite how dependable Satan was, these animalistic features of yours would surely make him too ecstatic to help. So you hide yourself under the sheets pretending to be asleep.

He entered your room and saw that you were already in bed. It was so early, so he worried you were sick and walked closer to check your temperature only to see a… very fluffy tail peeking out of your blanket. Were you hiding a cat?

“MC… what’s that under your blanket?” you forgot about your long tail and decided to come clean before removing the sheets from you. The gasp he let out before running to your side to further inspect the ears and tail, he had the biggest smile on his face.

Two of the things he loves combined into one, to him this might be the best day of his life. The head pats are endless and after finding out that you purr every time he scratches the back of your ears, he is absolutely loving it. Would probably talk so much about the possible cat species you resemble. 

Is probably the most disappointed when the effects wear off. Though Solomon can make an antidote for this right? Maybe if he learns the recipe and gets some cat fur, he could see you with more cat species with no repercussions. After all… accidents do happen.

Asmo

You try so desperately to hide these new features of yours until you get everything sorted out with Solomon. But the hardest part is navigating through RAD with these, so Solomon leant you his hat to at least cover the cat ears. 

The door to your room is right there and you thought you were gonna make it, until you heard a familiar voice sing your name “MC~!!” followed by rapid footsteps.

You tried to reach for the knob as fast as you could but Asmo was quick to hug you from behind. You’re now trapped in his arms. “Where have you been all day darling? I’ve been waiting for you all day!” 

Unfortunately for you, the hat you were wearing fell off when he hugged you like that and your cat ears immediately popped up. He was silent for a while and stared at them, but then he hugs you tighter while he squeals. You don’t even get to explain yourself.

You never reach your room because he’ll drag you outta there and try out all the cute outfits that would match your feline features. Two hours was spent playing dress up with Asmo. He would probably put a bow on your tail.

Would take so many pictures of you while he has the chance to admire you like this. It’s not everyday his cute human can turn into one with cat ears. Would probably buy a matching headband and take so many selfies of you two together. (Satan would beg Asmo for those pictures of you)

Beel

You were trying to sneak into your room but since you’re so near the kitchen, it was only expected that Beel spots you while he was trying to golf down this entire slab of shadow hog meat.

“MC? You’re home late. How was your study session with Solomon?” He would ask as he walks over. When he does, he is able to see you desperately hiding the cat ears and tail that won’t stop moving around when you see him.

He gives you this confused look at first, struggling to grasp the situation. He assumed it was just an outfit until he saw your ear twitch, and it all clicked. Beel would ask if you’re okay and you explain to him what happened while you worked with Solomon.

He enjoys petting your ears whenever he can, especially when he sees that you’re enjoying it too. But he tries to avoid doing it whenever he eats something, especially some cheese puffs. He doesn’t want any cheese powder or crumbs to get stuck on your… hair? Fur??

He saw one time that while you were sitting on the floor trying to study, one of the brothers accidentally stepped on your tail and you yelped out in pain. You can expect his tall menacing figure standing behind the culprit. 

Afterwards he would want to stand next to you, protecting your delicate tail since he doesn't want to see you get hurt. Would be your bodyguard against a very curious Satan who would want to study your feline genes and an eager Asmo who wishes to dress you up. 

Belphie

When you were coming home, you spent the entire time trying to avoid the brothers. You thought that maybe you could at least get the night for yourself and wait for the inevitable chaos tomorrow morning as you finally entered the room and locked it.

You sat on the bed, wondering how you’re going to explain this to the brothers. While lost in your thoughts, you feel soft fingers brush up against your tail and you squeak. You jump off your bed only to find the youngest under your blankets. 

Of course, Belphie was in your bed waiting for you for your daily naps. He woke up to the sound of you locking your door and he planned to surprise you while he was under the sheets, but he was more shocked to see the tail that was moving back and forth in front of him.

“I didn’t mean to scare you, I guess I couldn’t help it when it moves around like that… Heh, it's really fluffy. It’s kind of like my tail too. Can I touch it?”

He would lie down and gently hold onto your tail. Like a cat on its back playing with yarn. He knows he should be careful since he’s experienced what it’s like to have your tail getting yanked or stepped on.

When you two would sleep together, he loves the feeling of your tail brushing up against leg. To him, it’s equivalent to whenever you stroke his hair and it helps him sleep more.

[ghouljams]

I AN FERAL OVER THAT COWBOY GRAVES ASK. Gnawing on the bars of my enclosure, I am a rabid animal at this point. Imagining his darling is known as being very standoffish and cold. Doesn’t participate in any local celebrations, doesn’t even try to make any friends, and doesn’t even bother to make small talk or joke around with anyone she has to interact with, just grunts and moves on as quickly as possible. Doesn’t help that she has a resting bitch face. Oh, but she’s so sweet to the animals. Lingers on the edges of other people’s farms (maybe she can’t afford her own or something, idk), petting them and feeding them sugar cubes or other goodies. The softest look in her eyes when they nuzzle into her hands. ♥️♥️♥️

I actually see his darling as someone who is well known for being friendly, you just have to look past the resting bitch face. Maybe reader looks standoffish but people are drawn to them. It's a real problem! People just come up and share their worries with them, talk to them like they're old friends. Is always kind and courteous to folks, so they're well known in the rodeo circuit. I think they're a bronc rider like Goose, not well known for winning but well known for their kindness. I get very... silver and bronze buckle energy, which they're happy with.

But it's exactly because you're so used to people coming up and talking to you, to men hitting on you, that you're almost immune to Graves' charm. He finds you, desperate to try and flirt, try and win you over, and you're just... not interested. It drives him crazy. He's attractive, how are you not attracted to him? Ok so not interested in looks. He sidles up next to you at one of the food booths and pays for your food with crisp bills, even leaves a generous tip. You thank him, but not profusely. You don't seem even a little wooed, don't even spare him a genuine smile.

Yet you go to sit with your friends and you beam like sunshine on earth. You smile and laugh for them, take off your hat to fan your face with it in the summer heat. You're gorgeous and untouchable and he has to have you just- just to prove that he hasn't lost his touch. No other reason.

He corners you at the bar, cages you against the lacquered wood with a firm hand on either side of you. He leans heavily against his palms, flexing a little, showing off for you. Your eyes flick over him, you raise a brow, "Can I help you?" You ask like you're unimpressed. Graves leans a little closer, tips his head so he can drag his eyes over you.

"You wanna help me?" He asks, voice slick and flirty. You blink at him, some sweet mischief in your eyes that makes him want to purr for you. "I told you sweetheart, I'm gonna make you mine. Would go a lot faster with you helpin' out." He likes the way you nod, slow and purposeful before you hook a finger into one of his belt loops. You drag him close, turn your head to speak into his ear.

"Where's the fun in that," You tell him. You hate flirts like him, men that chase you just because you're a pretty feather in their cap. It's fun playing with them though. Worth it for the steely look in Graves' eye when you pull away and pat his chest, ducking under his arm to rejoin your friends.

You don't see the way his hands clench against the bar, the way he drops his head to laugh to himself, replacing his annoyance with mirth. Oh you are cute. Worth it, he thinks, worth every trouble he knows you're going to put him through. Worth a quick background check, and a dossier. No sense marrying someone he doesn't know, and that's where this is going. Soon as you figure out he's worth the trouble.

[darkficsyouneveraskedfor]

Second Chance 2

Warnings: non/dubcon, and other dark elements. My username actually says you never asked for any of this.

My warnings are not exhaustive but be aware this is a dark fic and may include potentially triggering topics. Please use your common sense when consuming content. I am not responsible for your decisions.

Characters: Jonathan Pine

Summary: You move into your parents’ house as you try to rebuild your life, catching the attention of someone you never expected.

Part of the Brother’s Best Friend Universe

As usual, I would appreciate any and all feedback. I’m happy to once more go on this adventure with all of you! Thank you in advance for your comments and for reblogging.

The next day, you acquiesce to your mother’s whims. There was rarely a time when you could deny her and the times you did, had her often reminding you of your ‘rebellious’ teenage years. You don’t bother to mention that wearing black and not wanting to hold her hand in public wasn’t much of a rebellion.

You just have to remember that this isn’t about you. Tandi doesn’t yet know the storm she’s marrying into. You’ll let her have her grace period before it truly sets in. It could be seconds, it could be months, but eventually, your mother will turn the screw.

You walk behind the pair through the crowded rows of the farmer’s market. They almost seem to forget you but that doesn’t bother you. You prefer it.

They stop at the soap booth and the battle of scent threatens to trigger a migraine. You hold your breath until Tandi finishes her purchase; some body scrub and a piece of soap that looks like a fruit parfait. Your mother opts for her own collection of cinnamon heart soap bars. You wonder where she’ll hide them as she only ever allowed white items in the bathroom; down to the soap and the shampoo.

“Do you have friends coming for the party then?” Your mother asks as they stroll along.

“Uh, yes, hopefully they can make it,” Tandi answers, “work and all that.”

“Of course, that’s understandable but it’s a very important event,” your mother chirps back, “do you have something to wear? You would look marvelous in rose.”

“I have some options,” your brother’s fiancee flick her hair back. “I was thinking it might be nice to do a brunch, rather than a dinner.”

“Oh, that’s wonderful. And of course,” your mother pauses, peering back over her shoulder as she recalls your mournful existence, “we can help.”

“That’s so sweet,” Tandi purrs.

“Well, you know, we haven’t much going on.”

You frown. It’s an obvious jab at your current predicament. It isn’t as if you haven’t been trying. You filled every open job posting you can find and haven’t heard back from a single one. Yet, your mother would never believe you to be helpless, just lazy.

“I’m going to find the bathroom,” you mutter but neither seems to hear or care.

You break away from them and delve into the crowd. You feel desolate in the roiling crowd. You don’t miss Ransom, or Hugh, or whatever he wanted you to call him that day, you just miss having someone else. Someone by your side to face the outside world. 

He never really was that, was he? You just convinced yourself he was. He settled for you and you thought that was good enough. You made yourself believe you were good enough.

You find the bathrooms and hide inside. You don’t need to go, you just need to get your shit together. You take out your phone and put on your rationed data so you can check your emails. Junk, junk, junk… ‘Invitation to Interview’. Huh.

You quickly scroll and scan the email, not wanting to waste the data. It’s nothing special, nothing as glorious as your previous job. It’s a customer service role at the local travel planner, a vibrant business among the burgeoning retirement community. It’ll have to do.

You flip the switch to disconnect from the network and emerge to wash your hands. You make your way back into the market and search among the tides. You wander in circles until you find the duo. They sit at the cafe bar in the corner, drinks in front of them, and a set of half-eaten scones. They didn’t wait for you or even think to grab you something.

You shrug it off. You think you might have been wrong. Again. Your mother isn’t going to bulldoze this daughter, no, Tandi is going to be the daughter she never had. Jaydon always was her favourite; the infallible baby boy.

💋

You accept the invitation. The pay is barely above minimum wage and the role is tedious but it’s all you’ve got. You don’t tell your parents, not wanting to disappoint them. It would be better to surprise them with good news, not let them down with another failure.

You find the nicest skirt you could salvage in your hasty retreat from the city. You sneak out through the back as the rest of the house delights in their perfect fairy tale. You’d rather have a stuffy interview than to bear another day of fake smiling and dulled blades aimed at your throat.

The agency isn’t very far. The bus takes you to the core of the town and your heels click down the half-block to the storefront painted with palm trees and beach umbrellas. You peek inside before you enter and check the information on your phone just to be sure. You’re early.

A woman named Brenda greets you and tells you to wait in the seats meant for clients. You fidget as the clock ticks in the quiet office until she finishes with the old couple at her desk in the tight cubicle. They leave, happy, and she invites you back.

It isn’t anything beyond the usual; what will you bring to this job? When’s a time you had to be spontaneous? How would you handle a disgruntled customer? You recite the acceptable answers and at the end, she offers you the job. You don’t think it’s because you’re anything exceptional but judging by the two-hundred days the posting’s been up, there hasn’t been much interest. You both are ready to take the first thing that comes along.

She sends you off with a smile and you try not to let your fake one fall before you’re out of the office. Out of the sight of the windows, you let your shoulders drop and sigh. It’s good news, you got a job, but somehow you think your parents will find a damper. ‘How much does it pay? What do you do? Oh, that’s a starter job.’

Well, dad, mom, I am starting over. I fucked up. I built nothing but a disaster.

You round the corner and stumble as suddenly you hit a wall you don’t expect. You stagger until you’re caught by firm hands around your upper arms. You gulp and your eyes round as they meet another pair, blue and bold. Jonathan grins as he issues an apology and your own tumbles off your tongue.

“I wasn’t… looking,” you murmur.

“Quite alright,” his hands linger on your arms and you wriggle. “Neither was I.”

He laughs at himself and you look down at his hold on you. He squeezes before he lets go and drops his hands to his side. He tucks them into his pockets. He’s dressed effortlessly in a pair of gray slacks and powder blue pullover.

“Special occasion?” He wonders as he looks you up and down.

You peek at your skirt. It’s nothing special. Pinstripe, black, pencil cut. It doesn’t fit you the way it used to. You think Ransom noticed that too…

“Job interview,” you shrug.

“Oh, exciting. So when do you hear back?”

You rub your neck and sway. He’s just being nice. He’s always been polite, on the outside, but you saw the antics he got up to with Jaydon. He always had that charming grin for your mother but never hesitated to cause chaos with your menace of a brother.

“You don’t have to ask. Really. It’s not a big deal.”

“Mm, well, what if I genuinely want to know?” 

There he is, that oppositional twerp. You blow out between your lips and smile, “I got the job. It’s at the travel agency so… big whoop.”

“Big whoop indeed,” he remarks, “I’d say we should celebrate with a drink but I’d also say you sound like you need one. Desperately.”

You meet his eyes again. You squint. Was he always this handsome? Or is that another trick of time? You pack on some love handles and you look chronically tired, but his lines only refine him, his age becomes him.

“That’s nice but I should head home.”

“Why? So you can listen to Jay brag about his convertible? Even I’m over that. He’d do better with something economic but he always knows best, doesn’t he?”

You scoff, “wow, sounds like you had quite the reunion.”

“Well, time changes us all,” he says, “but you always were more fun to drink with.”

[strwberri-milk]

May I request Kaeya with a reader who is so proud they would never admit that they have no idea what they're doing during their first time? Whether it be fumbling with Kaeya's complicated clothing or genuinely not knowing what to do when actually in bed, they're not willing to say that they're confused.

smut below the cut!

The smirk on Kaeya's face drove you made with equal parts frustration and lust. You knew that it was all a part of your relationship with each other, the push and pull something absolutely invigorating. You were used to it, but that didn't make any easier for you to continue to try and fumble your way through stripping down the intricate layer of these clothes off.

He continues to tease you, asking if you need some help and you stubbornly tell him no. Despite that, as he quietly guides your hands to assist you you remain silent, distracting him with kisses all over. He's not going to tease you about this until later, currently enjoying the way your lips feel against his skin.

Kaeya's eyes continue to follow you as you run your fingers up and down his body, almost as though you were an enemy trying to size him up. He can see the slight hesitation in your eyes. The way you bite your lip seems to be one of trepidation, not excitement and he very gently takes your hands in his and guides it over to his cock. playing it up as though he just was absolutely desperate for you to finally end the teasing that you were subjecting him to.

"Please?" he asks you with a husky voice, moaning as soon as your hand wraps around his cock.

Even the loose grip that you have around his cock is enough to make his mind spin but he's got more important things to worry about right now. He can tell you're still a little hesitant, not sure what he wants you to do so he wraps his hand around your, gently leading you to stroke him.

"You need me that badly?" you purr at him, confidence coming back when you see how good he's feeling.

"I do," he replies, bucking his hips into your hands as you start to catch on.

He's not going to tease you for not knowing what to do, not now at least. He thinks that it's almost adorable. finding it amusing that your ever confident self fell apart so quickly the second the two of you ended up in bed.

It's not until the two of you are cuddling and he's got you in his arms that he tells you he doesn't mind if you aren't experienced. He reassures you that he's not going to look at you any differently just because of it.

He will tease you playfully unless you tell him to stop. Next time the two of you have sex he wants to take charge, promising that you two will both have fun and you can pick up on what he likes as well. You're a little flustered that he's managed to pick up on your lack of confidence but the way he smiles so kindly at you makes you mind a little less.

[noroi1000]

Nyan Bonus - (y/n) is cat!

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What would happen if you became a cat because somehow the positive curse they have passed on to you? 

It would certainly be a nice day, but it would also be the worst day of your life...

You walked home in Suguru's arms, feeling very comfortable as he carried you. The cat you had just become told you to lie on top of him, letting your (h/c) fur surround his hands. 

He chuckled at how you started acting like a cat.

You thought you'd be able to see what it's like to be like them. Walk around the house as a cat and wave your fluffy tail around with your head up.  You will be able to lie down wherever you want or jump in wherever you want and expect attention from them.

After they become cats, the longer they stay like that, the more they enjoy being petted. 

People sometimes don't like being petted like a pet. But when they became fluffy animals and you stroked them, they felt how nice it felt! So cute! Your fingers lightly glide over their heads or entire bodies!

They liked this kind of touch, but when they became cats they liked it even more.

Now you understood why...

Having someone pet you while you were in your cat's body... It felt so good.

Suguru's fingers felt so good stroking your fur. 

You even stopped worrying about what happened to you. You relaxed and lay on him until you entered the house. 

Satoru's voice called you out of the pleasant trance of being stroked by his hand. 

"Suguru! Where is (y/n)?" he asked, observing everything around him. He was surprised that you weren't there. He could have sworn you were going out together. 

And suddenly his eyes turned to the cat lying on Suguru's forearm.

(h/c) fur and (e/c) eyes. 

He started to suspect something...

And Suguru explained everything to him. And it cleared his mind. 

"This is (y/n). She suddenly-."

He stopped seeing a lot of white smoke from which a large white cat suddenly jumped out, leaning on his leg and standing on its hind legs. 

You tilted your head to look at his smiling face.

Why, now that you're a cat, do you think he's handsome too? 

Can you really, as a cat, find him attractive? Every time you saw him as a cat when you were a human you thought he was cute. 

But now as a cat you find him attractive?! What is it about?! This is just Satoru!

“(y/n), do you want to come down to join him as a cat?” Suguru asked you, looking into your cat eyes. 

"Meow.(Yes, I do.)” You replied. “Meow Meow (But I hope he won't do anything to me).”

Your paws touched the floor and I felt a touch on my side. When you looked over, you saw Satoru purring, rubbing against you and hugging you. 

It was quite a nice experience. Cuddling as a cat is also fun.

"Meow.(Suguru) Meow (Where are you going?)"

"Meow. (He won't understand you)" you heard Satoru meow and looked at him.

Did you just understand what he was saying to you as a cat?!

"Meow (Only cats understand each other.) Meow Meow (I would like to do something in this form) Meow (can I?)"

You looked at him questioningly and lay down on your paws, staying low. You can run away when he does something stupid.

"Meow. (What is that?)"

"Meow."

That must have been a strange conversation... Just meowing...

You felt him purr against your tail and he started to move closer, suddenly licking your cheek. 

And his paws placed themselves on either side of you as he hovered above you, purring.

He may not have meant it, but you started to panic about what he might do!

"Meeeoooowww!" 

Your feline moan caught Suguru's attention and he quickly walked over to you and pulled you out from under the larger smiling cat. 

He placed you in his arms and you snuggled into his chest. 

"You can't even try to do that to her as a cat!" He screamed and the white cat's ears drooped slightly.

Wait, what did he mean by that?

Does he really...

Suddenly you remembered what the anatomy of cats looks like...

Your paws touched the floor again and Satoru lay down next to you, calm this time.

He cuddled up to you and placed his tail on yours. 

"Meow. (I didn't mean to do anything to you)"

"Meow. (I don't trust you as long as we're both cats)"

"Meeeoow~! (Awe~...)" He rested his head on yours, cuddling you against his fur. 

And suddenly you became much bigger. You sat on the floor, feeling cold. 

They both looked at you. The cat and human eyes were on you as you sat in your human form naked on the floor next to the cat.

You felt yourself starting to boil. You pulled your legs closer and reached for the large white cat. 

You placed his side against your chest, effectively covering yourself.

“Meow…” Satoru moaned as he lay softly in your arms, feeling your body against his fur. 

Suguru stepped closer and laughed lightly.

You saw ears appear on his head and a white tail sticking out from under his shirt. 

"I see that the transformation back to human will be quick, but it will happen in parts." He chuckled with a suspicious smile. "It's much more cute now, isn't it, Satoru?"

The cat suddenly became heavy and you lowered it so that a man with a white tail and ears was lying on your thighs.

"Oh yes. This is especially cute."

"But-" you flinched as his hand grabbed a part of your body. Something you didn't remember ever having! 

His fingers massaged the fluffy tail in his hand.

"Can we have neko-(y/n)-chan in a sweeter way? Suguru?"

Your body was lifted and thrown over Satoru's shoulder, his fingers tightening around the base of your tail, causing a soft purr to bubble up in your throat. 

Suguru kissed your lips and Satoru suddenly bit your hip, watching as your tail straightened and fluffed up slightly. 

"Nya!" you screamed in surprise and then covered your mouth with your hand, knowing the sound you had just made. 

"Aww~ so sweet." Suguru hummed, petting your head. "We'll spend some time together. You'll make sounds like that, right? Maybe dinner first, then a movie, then a bath, and then something else?"

His suggestive tone indicated something clear...

But it wasn't a completely bad date idea...

"How about we reverse the order?" Satoru laughed, turning towards the bedroom.

[nrdmssgs]

Hello! Could you do some headcannons or some characters reacting to this scenario?

So I was sitting on the floor with my bff and we are playing a game of sorts right? He's hella competitive so I look up and i see the hottest smirk on his face. Like his eyes are half litted and just foxlike as he smirked down at me.

Now the cod characters are obvi gonna be in different situations but for example like we are training and they get their ass handed to and they just look up to see the most cockyest hottest smirk possible on our face.

You can change things if you'd like! Thank you! - JAY

TF 141 + Nikolai reacting on (different) readers, having hot smug smirk

Masterlist This is pure fluff and comfort. Sometimes with romance, sometimes platonic. AN: Jay!! Thank you for being so patient with me) I really hope, I got your request right. But if I failed - feel free to paraphrase and resend it to me, so we can figure this out. Also: I loved working on this. So much fun!!

Captain John Price

"Come on, now you are just making up words!" Price lets out a cloud of cigar smoke in the air.

But you insist, it is a real word, since you were pretty proud, it was about to win you a game of scrabble against a native English speaker.

"Somebody, look this up, I have this feeling, there's a cheater in our ranks." Captain stretches his back and shoulders, while waiting for anyones confirmation.

"Ehm, it's actually a word." Gaz leans over the table where you and Price play and shows him something on the smartphone screen. Then he looks at the letters Price has left and whistles.

"Looks like you won, congratulations," Kyle pats you on the shoulder with that.

You clapped your hands loudly and jumped up from the table. "Yes! An hour and a half in that horrible chair, my back won't thank me, but it was worth it!"

The others turn at the sound of your voice and come over to congratulate you.

Price does not stand up, but takes another puff, watching your widening cocky grin.

When you finally approach him, holding out your hand for a friendly handshake, he gathers a few letter chips into his palm.

"Sir, it was a pleasure to ruin you on this fine evening!" You wait for a handshake, but he takes your wrist, flips your hand and gives you a few of his letters.

"Go on, professor, figure yourself, where you've made a mistake." He chuckles darkly, amused by your expression getting puzzled and lost.

You look at the letters in your hand, then at the playing field... And you don't understand what word can be formed from what John gave you.

"Need a hand?" Price squints. You nod, and he takes letters one by one from your hand and places them in the field.

"What... what does that mean?" As you ask, others, for some mysterious reason, diverge to the far corners of the room.

"Someone needs a lesson, I see," Price purrs "C`mere, this is a nasty one."

As you lean closer, he brushes hair off your ear and whispers, what does the word he has just laid out on the field, mean. And with every next his word, your face becomes more red.

"Now be a darling and do the math, so that your Captain knows with what score exactly did he beat you." Price stand up, cracks his back and leaves you alone at the table.

(Of course, he will return with tea and something sweet to cheer you up. He just wanted to teach you to never celebrate too soon.)

Kyle Gaz Garrick

He was always your biggest fan. From that time, you showed him your very first painting to this very moment, your local gallery declared your private selling exhibition open.

"I bet, I don't understand even one third of the meaning behind this one, but I'm in love. Just want to look at it every day," he confesses when you get closer to him.

"And you have a trained eye for a soldier. This painting is one of the most pricey ones." You fan yourself with a price list printed out for visitors. Kyle catches it in flight, quickly finds the picture in front of which you met in the list, and looks up at you.

"Jeez, after I retire - I'll ask you to teach me how to paint!" He finally lets go of the price list in your hand and gives you a warm and soft embrace. 'Famous Garrick signature hug' as you two used to call it always. The best hug, you could ever get.

"Congratulations," He huffs in your hair, not wanting to let go. "Can I already flex, that my best friend is a famous artist?"

"Oh, yes, famous artist, that has sold zero paintings yet." You chuckle, leaning back.

"You just wait, till I become a Captain, your works will all be sold, before they are even ready." Kyle is the only man able to illuminate any space with just his laugh. You wish, you could tell that to him, but it sounds banal and vulgar even in your head.

Later that evening, when someone approaches you and asks if that painting is still available, you shake your head in excuse.

Six months later, you celebrate Kyle's birthday. His colleagues gathered in a small and cozy local pub.

You all have known each other for a long time, so they all greet you warmly when you approach their table.

Kyle jumps up and hugs you with such a speed that you almost drop the present you were hiding behind your back.

"Happy birthday!" You smile and hand him a big flat box.

Suspecting nothing, Kyle opens it and freezes in shock.

"What, what is it? Gaz, what you've got?" Johnny MacTavish was agitated as usual.

"You can't..." Kyle looks from the painting to you. "You can`t give it to me..."

"Just did it, Garrick," a wide smile spreads across your face. The more times he looks from you to the painting and back, the more smug your grin gets.

He can't thank you enough. The whole evening, he keeps repeating, "You are crazy. Freaking psycho, I tell you... I promise, I'm gonna come up with the best present on your birthday."

As the others start heading home, Price calls Kyle over. "If this is not screaming to you, you have a chance with that girl, Gaz, I'll have to send you for your hearing screening before your next deployment."

Simon Ghost Riley

You hated weekly performance reviews. Others may find it terrifying, since the Lieutenant wasn't very generous with praise, but you just couldn't stand this infinite cycle. Because every week it was the same.

"Y/N, you already know what I have to say." "Yes sir. More confidence brings better results."

You two kept going over this exact dialogue for the last month. Week after week. "More confidence, Y/N".

This review went on as usual. You reacted on your name automatically. "Yes, sir."

When others started leaving his office, you too stood up and headed to the door.

"I asked you to stay, soldier." Ghosts low voice rumbles behind your back, making you frown. Yes, maybe you should have paid more attention to what was he saying.

You turn around and land on the first chair, you see. It was useless to try to come with excuse, why you almost sneak out of his office instead of following his command, so you prepare to obediently accept his condemnation.

But he instead takes a small box sealed in plastic from his desk and throws it on the table in front of you. "Open it. And read the rules out loud. I don't have a single idea, how to play this one."

"Sir? You want us... to play a card game? Am I missing something?" Instead of an answer, he gives a long look, that could make anyone frightened. Yes, when it came to the Lt, you never knew if this man just looking at you without any particular purpose or actually was plotting to end you.

So you unpack a deck of cards and read the rules. The game wasn't too complicated, but required strategic thinking and some understanding of behavioral patterns of the opponent.

You two play a pair of rounds, and then Ghost says 'enough with training, you win this time - you get a reward'.

"Wait, how? I don't think, I'm ready..." "Observe, memorize, analyze, react, don't forget to count the cards and believe in yourself." He looks you in the eyes and nods at the deck.

At first, you panic. Does he really expect you to beat him in a game where you have to manipulate your opponent? This is not a gullible and naive colleague - this is Simon 'Ghost' Riley - someone, whom you can't just read like an open book!

But at some point you notice a particular pattern in a way, he plays. And that leads you to an idea worth of the risk.

So you start carefully tinkering circumstances to make him do just what you want. And he follows to your surprise!

In a few minutes you understand, you got him trapped. There are only a pair of moves left to defeat Ghost.

"That's what I wanted to see," Ghost leans back in his chair a bit, not even looking at his hand.

You tense up a little, wondering why he's looking at your face instead of his cards, and then you realize you're smiling broadly, enjoying the approach of victory.

"Excuse me, sir." "No, keep that smile. Remember it. Never forget the smile, with which you beat 'the Ghost' you were so afraid of. And next time you feel insecure - put on that smile for a minute, ok? Now get on with it and win this round finally."

Johnny Soap MacTavish

"But Johnny! I'm in the mood for crimes!!" you whined, as he pulled you away from the garden fence.

"Na-a-ah, no crimes for you today, lassie. I'd hate it if you end up in prison." Soaps grip around your wrist was iron.

"One berry! I won't end up in jail for eating one berry, that I've found, by the way, outside this fence, because the bush overgrown through it!" You keep protesting.

"We'll, go on a farmers market and ill buy you a flippin` ton of those berries, you little rascal!" Johnny catches you by the waist and lifts you up in his arms with such ease, as if you weigh nothing. The longed-for berries, so affably peeking out from behind the neighbor's fence, turn out to be farther and farther away.

You see them off with a sad sigh. "But the stolen ones are always sweeter!"

Soap grumbles about how childhood hit you at the wrong time, but can't help but smile. He loves coming back from deployments and hanging out with you, just the same as when you two were kids.

Today you decided to go for a picknick on the nearest lake and on the way you decided that you just need to pick a few berries from the neighbors. The fact that the neighbors were not at home at that moment did not bother you, because 'CRIMES' as you happily shrieked.

As you reached the lake, Soap went for a quick swim, and you stayed to enjoy some rare for your region sun. You never understood, how he could swim in this ice-cold water.

When he came back and didn't find you anywhere near your picnic blanket, he grew suspicious.

His suspicions grew stronger when you emerged from behind the hill, grinning contentedly.

"Well, where have you been?" Johnny folded his arms across his chest.

"First, dry yourself, you will drip water all over our blanket!" You got close enough not to scream. Too close. Because he noticed your purple tongue.

"Show me your tongue." You froze at those words.

You took a few steps back, and he cocked his head to the side, as if he was trying to figure something out in his mind.

"I was gone for 10-15 minutes... Did you manage to run to that garden and back?"

Instead of answering, you jumped up and rushed away from him. But Johnny's reaction was lightning fast: he caught up with you in a couple of swift motions and put you on his shoulders.

"I'm getting half of my dress wet because of you!" you screamed, trying to escape.

"Not half," he answered with a mischievous voice.

You followed Soap's gaze and realized that he was carrying you towards the water.

"Johnny no..."

"Johnny, yes!" he grinned ominously.

Nikolai

"You're going down, MacTavish!" You swing with such force that you almost lose your balance. A snowball flies towards Soap and you hear a soft pop as it hits his face and spills over his jacket.

"Yes!! Still the champion! Still have it!!" With a wild grin, you twirl around in a tiny victory dance. Soap could be better than you on a firing range and at training fields, but when it came to snowball fights - you were invincible.

You've secretly waited for winter and prayed for a snowfall every year just to show Johnny, you are a force to be reckoned with.

So you really deserve this little moment of triumph.

You still smile when you hear Soap calling your name.

A satisfied sneer blooming on your face as you turn around... and freeze.

Johnny stands there as if nothing had happened, the smirk on his face almost as wide as yours. And a few meters behind him is Nik, shaking the snow from behind the collar of his jacket.

"You ducked?! That's not fair, Soap!" "Since when using my knees is not fair?" Johnny moves aside little by little.

You meet Niks unamused gaze and shrug. "I am so terribly sorry, Nikolai. I swear, this was an accident!"

"Accident, yeah? I see, you like playing with snow so much..." He finishes brushing off the snow and holds out his hand to you. "Come closer, I can teach you a thing or two about snow. Where I come from, we've had a lot of it."

You shake your head. "You can't, you are not my Captain." This should have sounded like a reasoning, but comes out more as a plea.

"Captain?" Nikolai shouts, "I need to teach one of your soldiers a lesson, is it ok with you?" "Is it Gaz?" Price's voice reaches you. "No." "No objections then! Take your time!"

You quietly curse as Nik turns to you once again. He points an index finger to you, then to the ground right before him, and forms an inaudible command. "You. Here."

The last part of his order is spoken out loud in a manner that doesn't leave you any choice. "Now."

[ohbo-ohno]

omega reader who is just a little more sensitive and receptive than other omegas

Simon who finds this out when they’re being difficult so he just tugs them down on top of him, wrapping his arms around them and rumbles out a purr. Reader just sort of droops and goes lax the moment they do so, instincts and mind warring against each other (instincts telling them that they’re safe and they’re mind saying no)

Simon who’ll have a hand on your neck, a warning, a sign of ownership and reader hates it. Hates the way Simons lips curl the slightest then it, eyes mocking as they stare at them, daring them to make a move know they can’t.

Simon who drowns reader in his and Johnnys scent, muddling their senses, and can only whine as they coo over them. Reader in a haze, nice and compliant for them.

ugh he would learn you're a super sensitive omega and you wouldn't know a day of rest for the rest of your life lmao he'd take advantage of that forever

thinks about it a little before that first heat, when the full force of his purr sends you down almost instantly, but also knows that you're incredibly stressed and figures that plays a factor

but then when you come up for the first time he gives a tiny purr, just a little rumble to keep you from launching straight into a panic attack, and you just melt right back down. he thinks, maybe she's just overwhelmed and her brain is operating on the defensive and will take any opportunity to dip again

but then it's the next day, and he brushes a thumb across the gland on her wrist and she goes limp so quickly he can barely catch her. and he's like - ah.

very advantageous for him and johnny both

"Simon who’ll have a hand on your neck, a warning, a sign of ownership and reader hates it. Hates the way Simons lips curl the slightest then it, eyes mocking as they stare at them, daring them to make a move know they can’t." ohhhhhhh this part is doing things to me. simon who knows how much you hate to be forced non-verbal and does it anyway, just so you never forget who's in charge?? he's vile i can't

takes you out in public and keeps a palm right over your gland so you can't speak, relishes in how badly you want to speak but can't because he doesn't allow it. sits you on his lap at a restaurant and just grins at you when you can't order for yourself because he won't let you. makes you a little teary but he just kisses those away for you

[decadentworld]

Hi , can i ask for y/n accidentally finding out about the guys hard limits? And then conforting them about it x

Headcanons on accidentally finding out about the boys (Jonathan, Steve, Eddie, Billy)’s hard limits.

※ For male readers only. +18. Minors do not interact.

※ Total wordcount: 2.1k

※ Requested by Anonymous.

※ I will list some of the hard limits I believe they might have and develop one of them for each of the boys.

※ Trigger warnings: Graphic descriptions of panic attacks. Allusions to past child physical abuse.

※ Content & warnings: Hurt/comfort. Crying.

※ Work available only on Tumblr and under ArchiveOfOurOwn pseud of the same name (DecadentWorld). Do not repost, edit, or redistribute. Do not use for TikTok videos.

Steve’s hard limits:

※ Choking.

※ Getting tied up.

※ Edging.

Steve is already hot and bothered against you. You’re all over him, pushing him against the wall as you kiss him heavily, arms around his waist. His tongue meets yours in a sensual dance, always so fervently trying to impose, but realizes how very powerless he is when he’s with you, and lets you overpower him and control the kiss.

He separates to heave in a long breath. He looks up at you with lust in his eyes.

“Wanna take this to the bedroom?”, you drawl next to his ear.

You feel him shiver and purr, and answers with a low, “yeah.”

You can’t resist. He’s simply so delectable like this, him knowing he’s about to be eased into submission and loving every second of it. Your right hand has a life of its own, going up his body and resting atop his throat, not fully choking him, but feeling heavy against him. “Good b—”

It’s like you can see his life leave through his eyes. His face pales, his legs lose their strength and he buckles against you. His hands quickly grab yours and try to pry it off himself, though you take your hand as soon as he does it, and when you do, he all but collapses on the floor.

“Steve?!”

He’s hyperventilating. His hands scratch at his neck, almost as if whatever was choking him is still there. There are tears going down his cheeks. He looks spaced out, almost like he’s having a flashback while his panic attack is wreaking havoc in him.

You crouch next to him, not knowing how to help him. You softly put your hands on his, still on his neck, lightly enough to not spook him more than he is already. “Steve, come back. You’re fine. You’re home. Nothing is hurting you, honey.”

God. The noises he’s making are terrifying. He sounds like he can’t get enough air into his lungs, and this in turn causes him to almost whistle in this desperation, like he’s a wounded animal.

You get in front of him, between his parted legs, noticing his eyes vaguely following your movements. “Nothing is gonna hurt you. Come back. Come back.”

Gradually, he begins to calm down, the tears still going down, but his breathing starting to level out.

Steve looks up at you from his seated position against the wall. His hands finally lowering and holding yours.

He makes a face of distaste and rubs his face with his hands. “God. Sorry. I don’t know wh-why you had to see that—”

You quickly sit next to him, against the wall. “None of that. It was all my fucking fault.” You cradle his head into the crook of your neck and shoulder and rub his hair. “I’m so fucking sorry, baby. I didn’t know.”

Steve melts against you. “You couldn’t have known. It’s okay.”

“It’s not.” You kiss his forehead. He gives you a happy sigh and rubs circles on your chest. “It’s not,” you repeat. “I shouldn’t have done that. Maybe… Maybe we should talk about things you’re okay and not okay with, first?”

Steve smiles. “Yeah. Sounds like a solid plan.”

Eddie’s hard limits:

※ Humiliation.

※ Getting called ‘freak’.

※ Sensory deprivation.

Currently, you have Eddie’s lean body pressed against the wall, one thigh between both of his, though not brushing against his clothed erection yet. He gives his all into the kiss, but he knows he’ll always yield to your stronger advances. He makes these small muffled noises that have your heart fluttering every time. He’s so adorable.

Your right hand goes up, and you run your fingers through the hair at his nape. He moans. Melts against you and grabs at whatever part of your shirt he can. He tries to rub himself onto your thigh, but you’re mean, and lower it when you feel him getting closer to you. At the same time, your hand holds a fistful of his hair, softly, only strongly enough for him to feel the slightest pressure on his hair follicles.

He moans like he’s hyperventilating. Eddie withdraws and looks up at you through his lashes. “H-Harder, please?”

You do as you’re asked to, grabbing more of his hair and pulling tighter, so tight that it has to hurt. Even if it does, then it surely looks like he’s enjoying the pain, since his eyes shut and he moans loudly. “You like the pain?”

Eddie moans lowly and nods.

“Ooh, a little bit of a freak, aren’t we?”

All of a sudden, the moment is cut when you feel him tense against you, then feel hands pushing against your chest. “No. No.”

You immediately back off and watch as he walks away. You notice the wetness in his eyes as he does. “Ed?” You follow him, concerned.

“No!” He quickly walks into the bathroom and shuts the door behind himself.

“Ed? What’s wrong?”

Your heart breaks when you hear the first sniffles. You hear his muffled voice behind the door. “I’m not. I’m not a freak.”

“Oh my God.” You lean against the door. “I’m so sorry. I’m so sorry, baby. I didn’t mean it at all. You’re not… that.”

You keep leaning against the door on one arm for some minutes, giving him apologies and listening to his low sniffles gradually quieten, until they stop. Only his breathing can be heard as you stay still, waiting for his next move.

The doorhandle starts turning slowly, and the door opens a hair’s width at first, then more, until Eddie all but comes crashing out of it, throwing himself around your shoulders. “I’m so s-stupid— I’m so sor—”

“No, no, no. I won’t let you.” You hold him tenderly, letting him whine lowly against your neck. “Why would you think you have anything to be sorry about? Look at me.” He does. “I’m so sorry, baby. You’re not that. You’re an angel. You’re a sweetheart. My honeypot. My little bunny—”

Eddie giggles against your mouth as he kisses you to stop your rambling. “I get it.”

You withdraw with a smile. “But seriously,” you continue. “Whoever’s responsible for giving you that reaction… I’m gonna kill them.”

“It’s fine. I swear.” Eddie nuzzles your neck. “It’s in the past. But…” His face gets so pink now. He hides behind his hair. “I… wouldn’t mind a bit more convincing…?”

You cackle. “My sky, my better half, my obsidian…”

Billy’s hard limits:

※ Face-slapping.

※ Severe painplay.

※ Temperature play.

※ Degradation.

Billy is so needy he vaguely thinks he should be embarrassed, but there’s no room for thought when you’re kissing the life out of him, giving him small bites on his lips in between random amounts of kisses. His moans are so airy. That’s how you understand he’s losing his composure little by little.

A tighter bite under his jaw has him moaning high-pitchedly. Before this, Billy tentatively asked you if you’d be more pushy, if he could experiment with a bit more pain. It’s dangerous territory, what with his history, but you agreed.

Maybe you shouldn’t have, or perhaps you should’ve waited longer into the relationship for it.

Billy’s all for the bites you give him. The scrape of your teeth that go from his jaw to his right nipple is a gentle kind of pain that has him growing heavy and wet in his pants.

But the sudden, forceful grip on the sides of his hips has him thinking otherwise.

Billy tries to enjoy this. He asked for this. He asked for the pain. It’s getting tighter—

It hurts. Your fingers roughly fondle his sides, resting higher up and grabbing onto the sides of his ribcage. They press down.

It hurts. Billy knows he’s going to bruise. There’s going to be fingerprint-shaped bruises on his torso.

It hurts. His mind goes into survival mode.

“Billy?”, you ask, noticing how he’s gone rigid against you.

You lean back, putting some distance while still holding him, softly this time. He does not answer. He looks at you with an expression you’re not familiar with. Nostrils flaring, mouth pinched tight, chin tilting up higher than necessary to look up at you.

Eyes watery. Breathing shaky.

“Billy?”, you ask again, and when he doesn’t answer, you withdraw and take a better look.

Hands trembling.

“Baby… what’s wrong? Talk to me?”

Billy looks at you like he’s holding in his hatred.

“It’s alright. Can I take your hands? Look.” You raise your own to show him, but it seems to do worse than better.

He flinches.

“God, baby, I’m so sorry. I’m not gonna hurt you. No one’s gonna hurt you. Can you put your hands on mine? Can I touch your hands?” You hold your own hands at the height of his own, offering but not pushing.

Many seconds pass before he crumbles. His eyebrows pinch together and the tears he’d been holding back fall down his face. At the same time, he puts his hands on yours.

“That’s it, Blue. Let me make it better. I’m so sorry.”

Billy breaks down. He tentatively gets closer to you, like he thinks he’s not allowed, but when you begin closing the distance, he throws himself on you. You hold him lovingly. “I— B-But I asked for it—”

“That’s okay, angel. It just wasn’t for you. I’m sorry for pushing.” You kiss his face all over, and you know he’s back with you when he looks almost exasperated at all your loving. You tenderly stroke the sides of his torso. “I think I might have bruised you. I’m sorry. Do you want me to rub some cream on you?”

Billy embarrassedly grumbles against your chest. “‘M not gonna say no to that.”

Jonathan’s hard limits:

※ Rough manhandling.

※ Ruined orgasms.

Jonathan looks so tempting like this. Standing at the other side of the room, right after everyone’s left for the day, he gives you the look. He puts his chin to his chest, leers at you from under his lashes, fidgets with the hem of his sweater, practically begging you to ruin him. And you want nothing more than that. To wreck him.

So you approach.

Quickly.

So quickly that it almost gives him whiplash, and he’s not prepared for the roughness with which you grab his wrists, push him against the wall, which wasn’t that close to him in reality, something that makes the impact against his back all the more forceful and.

And.

Hurtful.

The initial shock is eclipsed by how much you tower over him, and how much you’re all up in his space, and how strong you feel against him. Which is something that he usually loves.

But it feels wrong, now.

Because it’s all too familiar to him.

Jonathan’s wrists, which are against the sides of his head, held in your strong grip, thrash into your hold, trying to shake you off, but you just think he’s into this little play. How wrong you are.

Jonathan shakes his head, because unlike his father, you’re a lot stronger, and he’s starting to feel desperate, because you can’t see his face properly like this, so you can’t understand that this is no longer fun to him.

“Get off me!”

You release him like he’s just burnt you. Immediately, he puts some distance between the two of you, no longer standing against the wall. “Jon?”, you ask him, concerned.

Jonathan doesn’t answer you at first, just looking at you like he’s fuming. That alone makes you feel terrible. Some seconds pass, and he seems to deflate a little. “Don’t… Don’t just… go berserk like that.”

“Jonny, I’m so sorry. I don’t know what I was thinking.”

He sighs, starting to fidget with the hem of his sweater as if he feels like he is the one who did something wrong. “It’s fine,” he mumbles.

“No, it’s not.” You slowly approach him, holding your hands out under you. Jonathan bites his lower lip and softly puts his hands on yours. You rub his hands with your thumbs. “I’m sorry.”

Jonathan hums and looks at you from under his lashes. “Okay.”

You bring his hands up to your mouth and kiss them repeatedly, making him giggle.

“Okay, okay. I understand.” His hands hold onto the sides of your face. “I’m not that mad. I’m… kind of into that but also kind of… not?” Jonathan blushes such a pretty pink.

“Maybe we could talk about it first? See what you like the best?”

He nods, meekly.

[jobean12-blog]

Sweet Temptation

Pairing: Bucky Barnes x reader (Mob AU)

Word Count: 2,492

Summary: Everything changes the moment you walk into his club. 

Author’s Note: I love mob!Bucky and I’ve been sitting on this idea for a bit and finally got it out! Thank you all so much for reading! Much love always! ❤️❤️❤️Divider by my sweet @firefly-graphics thank you love!💕

Warnings: tension, flirting, a curse here and there, light smut, maybe some light dirty talk (18+ ONLY PLEASE!!!)

“Who is that?”

Your eyebrows draw inward and you give Nat a blank look.

“Who is who?” you ask, swiveling your head to look around.

“No. Behind you,” she says, more quietly now. “He’s staring at you.”

“At the back of my head?” you ask with a scoff. “Can’t be very exciting.”

You start to turn around to get a peek but Nat grabs your knee.

“Don’t! He’s getting up and you’ll look obvious.”

“He’s the one that was staring,” you huff. “I think I have a right to look.”

“Well, you’re gonna get one because here he comes,” Nat hisses.

You feel him before he speaks, the heat from his tall, broad-shouldered body filling your space and causing your breath to falter.

“Ladies,” he croons. “Enjoying yourselves I hope?”

You look up and you’re met with a face that almost makes your mouth fall open. He’s utterly beautiful with a strong and chiseled jaw, unshaven with a smattering of gray and sexy laugh lines around his striking blue eyes.

Your face heats and you quickly turn back to the bar.

Nat answers. “We are, thank you.”

Your skin feels hotter as his stare burns into you.

“Are you sure?” he asks, clearly directing the question at you.

With a hard swallow you finish off your drink and steel yourself as you turn to face him.

“Yes. A great time, thanks.”

The words come out in a breathy rush and you inwardly cringe, hoping to cover it with a smile.

“Well, you be sure to let me know if you need anything at all doll,” he purrs, holding out his hand.

You look down at it, his long, thick fingers enticing you just by existing. You place your hand in his and he lifts it to his lips, lightly kissing your knuckles before introducing himself.

“James Barnes” he states. “But you can call me Bucky. Pleasure to meet you…”

Your name comes out in a whisper and he smirks knowingly.

“Like I said…anything you need. I own the place,” he winks before giving Nat a smile and nod and walking away.

Your gaze lingers longer than you mean as you watch him disappear into the back of the club.

“Wow.”

“What?” you hiss, finally dragging your eyes away and looking at Nat.

“Wow,” she repeats, wearing a shit eating grin.

“Wow nothing,” you answer, searching the bar for the bartender so you can order another drink.

He immediately rushes over with a smile.

“What can I get for ya?”

You return the gesture and ask for a second glass of Prosecco as you take out your wallet.

“It’s on the house,” the bartender says, waving your money away.

“But…but” you stammer.

“Boss said you can have anything you like,” the bartender explains. “Cheers.”

You mutter a quiet thanks and turn back to Nat, rolling your eyes when you see her grin has only gotten bigger.

“Nothing indeed,” she sings.

The next week you’re silently cursing the tall shelves in the cereal isle of the grocery store when you hear the deep, coarse and familiar voice from the club.

“Need some help doll face?”

Your head turns and your eyes meet, his stare holding an intense heat and you find yourself completely arrested by him. He takes a step closer and you have to tilt your head back to look up at him. You get a faint whiff of his cologne and you have to fight to stop your eyelashes from fluttering against your cheeks.

His lips part and your eyes instantly drop to his mouth, your entire body aware of his closeness.

“Did you want me to get something for you?” he asks, breaking you from your trance.  

“Umm. I couldn’t reach the Lucky Charms.”

He gathers himself with a soft smile, the corners of his eyes crinkling and making you swoon all over again.

“Here,” he says, reaching over you to grab a box.

He brushes against you and you can feel his hard muscle beneath his fitted shirt. It makes you suck in a breath but thankfully he doesn’t seem to notice.

“Thanks James,” you say, holding the box tight against your chest.

“Bucky. Only my colleagues call me James,” he tells you.

“Ok. Thanks Bucky,” you whisper.

“Lucky Charms huh? I haven’t had those in a long time,” he laughs, looking at the box.

“I love the marshmallows,” you admit.

His smile widens and you can’t stop your own.  

“Anything else?” he asks pointing up to the high shelf.

“No, I’m good, thanks,” you assure him.

He steps into your space, his proximity and the attraction you feel making you take a step back.

“I hope to see you again this weekend doll face,” he murmurs before his hot gaze sweeps over you, making you shiver with want.

With those last words he disappears around the corner of the aisle and you exhale on a gasp.

“So, are we going back to Starlight tomorrow night?” Nat asks as she eyes you from the bed.

“We could go somewhere new,” you suggest with a shrug.

“Or we could go back and see if sex on legs is around,” she counters.

You narrow your eyes and shake your head. “Nat. He’s probably like that with all the women in his club.”

“No way. He was staring at you right from the start,” she argues.

“Whatever,” you groan. “But if you want to go back that’s fine with me.”

“Good,” she answers. “Now. What are you going to wear?”

When you arrive at Starlight the next night there’s a line out the door.

“I hope this doesn’t take too long,” you tell Nat.

She opens her mouth to answer but quickly shuts it when a large blonde man appears seemingly out of nowhere and smiles.

“Ladies,” he greets. “Follow me.”

He ushers you and Nat toward the front of the line, your matching shocked faces amusing him.

“Bucky doesn’t want you to wait,” he explains, holding the door open for you to enter.

Nat giggles and gives the blonde a wave before grabbing your shoulder and whispering, “I KNEW IT!”

You get comfortable at the bar, ordering your usual drink, again without having to pay.

“This is crazy,” you grit out. “I mean I can’t just get all my drinks for free forever.”

“Why not?” Nat muses with a grin.

You’re just lifting your drink to take a sip when you hear your name fall from his lips, the sound sending goosebumps prickling at the back of your neck.

“Hi Bucky,” Nat chimes as you sit there with your drink hanging from your fingers.

He greets her warmly and turns to you.

“You came back doll.”

You nod, because that’s all you can do with him so close, looking at you like he wants to devour you.

“How were the Lucky Charms?” he asks, clearly amused with your dazed silence.

“Lucky Charms?” you repeat, struggling to uncloud your brain. “OH!”

He smirks down at you, his look smug but playful and you finally answer.

“Delicious, thanks! Had them for breakfast!”

“That’s good to hear,” he answers.

His eyes begrudgingly move from your face when he looks up as the same blonde man who accompanied you inside shows up.

“This is Steve,” he says, introducing both you and Nat.

Steve greets you both but reserves a megawatt smile just for Nat. She blushes under his gaze and when he asks if she would like a tour of the club she happily accepts.

“You know after we ran into each other I went back to the store to get a box of Lucky Charms,” Bucky says, raising his eyebrow.

“Really,” you reply, your disbelief evident.

“You seem surprised,” he chuckles, clearly expecting an explanation.

“Well, I just didn’t think Lucky Charms would appeal to a man like you.”

He stuns you by leaning in close and resting his hand along the bar. You let out a small gasp at his nearness, his face close enough to yours that you can feel his warm breath fan your cheek.

With a lopsided grin he closes the distance between you and brings his lips to your ear.

“You don’t know what appeals to a man like me, doll.”

Before you can respond he pushes away and saunters off, but not before giving you one last smoldering glance.

Nat appears only moments later.

“Steve is so cute,” she gushes.

When you don’t respond and continue to down your drink she grabs your wrist to stop you.

“What?” she asks, with a mischievous smirk.

“I swear he’s going to be the end of me and we barely know each other,” you blurt out.

“Why don’t you get to know him better then?” she urges with a waggle of her eyebrows.

You brush her off with a giggle and sip your drink, but you can’t stop your eyes from wandering the club and searching for him.

The rest of the night goes by and you don’t see Bucky again, much to your disappointment. It isn’t until you’re making your way to the exit when you feel a strong hand brush your waist.

“Leaving without saying goodbye doll face?”

You spin around, the movement positioning you close enough to his chest that it brushes yours when he takes a breath.

“I haven’t seen you all night,” you answer, unable to stop your sassy tone.

“If I knew it would upset you this much I would have taken the night off to spend it with you,” he croons, his eyes dropping to your pouting lips.

His thumb reaches tentatively toward your mouth and when you don’t back away he gently brushes it over your bottom lip.

“What about having dinner with me?” he asks, slowly dropping his hand and dragging his eyes back up to yours.

“I’d like that Bucky.”

You’re sure you see a flicker of relief in his expression before it softens and he takes your hand to lead you out.

“Friday doll? I’ll pick you up at 7?”

“Sounds good. But you don’t have my number or know where I live.”

He releases your hand and opens his palm. You drop you phone into it and watch as he types in his name and number.

“Text me,” he whispers as he leans down and kisses the corner of your mouth.

You pace your apartment, your heels clicking along the floor as you wait for him to show up. Nat left not long ago, having helped pick out your outfit and get you ready. You stop in front of the mirror and smooth your hands down the figure-hugging fabric of your dress, suddenly feeling unsure and shy.

A light knock sounds at the door and you’re jolted from your musings, your heart jumping in your chest.

“Coming,” you say softly as you walk toward the door and open it.

Any coherent thoughts you might have had fly out of your head at the sight of him. He’s leaning against the doorframe, one hand resting just above his head and the other in the pocket of his well fitted pants. Pants that cling to his thick thighs and long legs.

The top few buttons of his shirt are open and the rest look like they’re about to pop off every time the muscles of his broad chest shift and tighten.

“Hiya doll face,” he purrs, slowly raking his gaze down your body. “Don’t you look stunning.”

You audibly swallow then squeak out a thank you.

“Ready to go?” he asks.

“I just want to grab a light sweater in case the restaurant is cold,” you tell him.

“Don’t worry,” he says, “I have my jacket.”

With that he wraps his arm around you, his warm, calloused fingers sliding over the bare skin of your back and sending sparks of electricity dancing down your spine. His grip tightens slightly and your eyes fly to his, the blue darkened with an intense hunger.

He turns away only so he can press the button of the elevator but you can feel the heat and tension radiating off his body as you wait. The ding of the door makes you sigh in relief but when you step inside the empty elevator and his heady scent fills the small space, his body pressed to yours, you’re overwhelmed.

“Did I mention you look stunning,” he says softly, his hand sliding down your back to your waist.

“Oh, this, it’s not new…I just, you know…”

You stumble over the words and drop your head.

He studies you for so long, you’re afraid to ask what’s going through his head, but then he releases your waist and strokes his thumb across your jaw, curling his fingers around your neck and lifting your eyes to his.

“You could be wearing a burlap sack doll, and I wouldn’t be able to concentrate on anything else when you’re in the room.”

You exhale slowly with his name on your lips and his eyes close, his forehead leaning against yours.

“I want to hear you say my name like that when I’m inside you,” he whispers as his lips brush yours.

Your fingers curl into his shirt and you part your lips with a gasp.

His words help you find your own bold voice.

“Are you really going to make your move on me in the elevator,” you hum as your arms slide around his neck. “What about my dinner?”

He has you in his arms against the wall of the elevator, his hands smoothing down your back and over your ass to pull you into him.

“There’s something you should know about me, doll face.”

His lips hover just above yours in a whisper, just a tease. “I can be a selfish fuck when it comes to what I want.”

“And what is it that you want Bucky?”

Without another word he presses his mouth to yours, the desperation in his kiss sending you over the edge.

“Please,” you whimper and the sound seems to be his undoing.

One of his hands traces along the curve of your waist and slips under the hem of your dress while the other holds you tightly to him, his tongue parting your lips to taste you. His fingers glide along the inside of your thigh and brush over the wet silk between your legs.

You squeeze your eyes shut, already on the verge of release just from his touch.

“Look at me,” he demands, titling your chin back with his fingers.

Your eyes open slowly to meet his heated gaze, nothing but a dangerous promise dancing in his eyes.

“You’re soaked doll face,” he says, still teasing you over the fabric of your panties. “Are you always like this? Or just for me?”

Your arch into his touch, needing more.

“Just for you.”

He growls, satisfaction enhancing his features as his eyes wander over your face.

“I’m not letting you go now, doll. You’re mine.”

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for day 18: omega!Oscar and omega!Lando…

maybe Oscar goes into heat and just wants to be taken care of; Lando taking this so seriously and doing such a good job, making Oscar come so much that by the time you get to fuck him he’s overstimulated and sleepy because Lando tired him out so much 🥵

You, anon, are a true visionary. This is so good.

So I actually think that omega!Lando is very protective of Oscar? Even more so than you are. Lando is a very possessive omega, and he doesn't like it when anyone comes near his omega or alpha.

Maybe the relationship starts with just you and lando? Lando loves you so much, and he's always talking about you with Oscar. As him and Oscar get closer, they start to nest together and of course Lando always has your clothes in his nests.

To Oscar's surprise, he actually really likes your scent in lando's nests?? He finds himself nuzzling against your hoodies, rubbing them against his cheek. Lando purrs when he sees that, instantly wanting to pull Oscar closer and kiss him softly. It feels like your both of their alpha, and Lando finds himself imagining making out with Oscar surrounded by your scent, two happy, horny omegas waiting for their alpha to return.

That thought scares him, because he knows that would be cheating. You barely even know Oscar, and yet he's fantasising about Oscar joining the relationship.

But luckily, when you do get to know Oscar it's so clear that you feel the same way Lando does. After spending a day with them both, you and Lando talk about Oscar as you fuck that night. So it's pretty damn clear that you both feel the same way.

Oscar, meanwhile, is in absolute heaven when he's with you and Lando. He feels so safe and so comfortable? He's always been skittish and uncertain about alphas, unable to really connect and be himself with them. He doesn't know if it's because Lando is also there or if you're just different, but either way Oscar loves being around you two.

It's so easy for Oscar to join the relationship, the change is almost seamless and its so so good.

The next time Oscar is due to go into heat, he wants you and Lando there. You're hesitant at first, knowing that this would be the first time that Oscar allowed an alpha to help with his heat, but Oscar is insistent. He trusts you and Lando, he needs you there.

When his heat hits, he's cuddled against lando. You're in the kitchen, making sure all the snacks and easy meals are ready to go for during the heat lulls and then you hear Lando shout for you.

By the time you reach the bedroom, Lando is already going down on Oscar. Oscar spots you and whines, trying to get up to reach you so you quickly move forward to hold him.

You try to help Lando prep Oscar but he refuses, even growling a little bit. He loves Oscar so much and he needs to make sure that Oscar is 100% ready. To him, it's almost like he needs to make sure this goes right because it's what would solidify the relationship?

He needs to make sure Oscar is ready for you.

You can see this is important to him, and so you let him do it until he's satisfied. Especially because Oscar is clearly having the time of his life, moaning shamelessly, bucking his hips against Lando' s mouth and cumming over and over again.

So you get into the nest and hold Oscar, kissing him whenever he wants to and praising your two lovely omegas. Eventually Oscar is just a pliant, twitchy mess and Lando is finally satisfied.

He's obscenely wet and open when you fuck into him, and half asleep from how well Lando took care of him. He just lets out soft whines and makes grabby hands for Lando to hold him, relaxing fully once Lando is close and then he just lets you have your way with him.

When you knot him, he just mumbles 'thank you' over and over again, so soft and sweet for you.

(I adore this concept and I'd love for it to be a series!!)

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12 - Tomorrow

Underground visitor, gn reader x monster (male drider). Sfw. First Previous Next

It should be around here, shouldn't it?

You stretch your back with a sigh, sore from standing bent forward for a bit too long. You've been wandering around the forest outside Dren’s home for a while now, scanning the ground for your lost device. It’s a hazzle pushing past bushes and leaf litter, remnants of the storm’s destruction not helping matters.

"A little black square with a dark 'skreen'," Dren repeats to himself for the third time, voice balancing uncertainty like he believes this is an elaborate prank. Still, he’s adamant to assist your pursuit, moving through his own forest space. He blows some of his unruly black locks out of his face when leaning down. "And it allows you to talk to someone at once, despite not being in their vicinity?"

"Yep," you call over your shoulder, jumping over some heavy fallen branches. "Very handy, if I do say so myself."

Dren hums in agreement.

There's a loud crash from his direction, and you spin on your heel at the sudden sound.

You find Dren casually hurling timber of a fallen tree further into the woods to get a better look at the bushes crushed underneath it. He picks up another large log with his front legs, seemingly unaware of his startling you, gets his arms under it, and simply throws it aside with a low grunt of effort.

You can’t resist admiring his casual strength for a moment. The perfect sync between the two halves of his body, despite them being put together in such a strange way, are like two separate creatures working together as a unit.

Dren looks up from the lumber he’s been toiling with, catching your eye. There’s a certain knowing warmth in his expression, and it makes you briefly wonder if he was showing off on purpose.

You distract yourself by looking back to your own bushes.

"Damn, give me a heart attack, would you?" you laugh, busying yourself by moving away branches. "What did those poor trees do to you?"

"I would prefer not to," Dren replies simply, grabbing and throwing aside another fallen log. "And they got in my wa – ah, oops. Apologies, critter."

There’s a frantic rustling and movement from something low on the forest floor. Seems his lumbering startled a brown ground-dwelling bird from it's hide in the underbrush. It flaps it's wings from the scare with a shriek, darting left, then right, then settling for the nearest exit being between Dren’s legs, under his abdomen, and then out on the open path.

Dren patiently stands very still while the bird figures out how to ‘escape’ him. It quickly seeks shelter in the deeper forest.

"Careful over there, 'Scary'," you tease him, watching the poor creature go. "We’re not out here to disturb the wildlife."

"I did apologize," Dren chuckles, re-starting his previous task.

You smile fondly, and return to your own patch.

The area you’re in should be around the place where you first appeared when the Darkness yanked you, if your ability to estimate distance is still functional. You had a palm on a tree, and from there you spotted the rocky entrance to the cave – it should be around here somewhere. You grin as another loud crash follows Dren’s part of the objective. He’s as destructive as the storm at this point.

It takes a while, combing the forest floor with shared effort. You cover as many bases as you can, desperation pushing you past the boundaries of your initial estimations. No dice. Perhaps it’s ambitious to think you’d be able to locate a small phone in an entire forest.

Perhaps it’s ambitious to think it’ll allow you to leave, something inside your mind purrs.

You stubbornly ignore both the thought, and the aching in your heart that comes along with it. The annoying pressure, however, remains.

The path you followed when you were walking home that fateful night isn’t exactly as you remember, but again, this is not where you used to be. You suppress a humored snort when yet another soft thud comes from the forest – yet halt, when you realize the sound didn’t come from Dren’s direction.

Careful.

Right after, you hear the unmistakable sound of footsteps approaching. And judging from the sound of the gait, it’s someone walking on two legs.

You look around, and true enough, further down the path you spot a sole individual calmly walking towards you. Anxiety spikes in you at the sight. There’s no way the stranger haven’t heard you rustling about, and now, they’ve seen you too. From this distance you spot canine features of the stranger’s face, and a furry body clad in protective leather.

You quietly look her in the eye at her approach, hesitant to call for Dren to put him and his young in a dangerous spot. And for all you know, your paranoia is completely unneeded.

The wolf-person approaches, eyeing you. Her face is relaxed, and no teeth bares when she speaks.

“Why are you out here on your own, sentry?” the wolf asks in a clear voice, stopping a generous few meters from you. You note a sharp spear attached to her back, the point glinting slightly in the dwindling sunlight.

“I’m not,” you inform the wolf.

“They’re not,” Dren reaffirms, appearing from between the trees. He swiftly steps to your side, not taking his eyes off the wolf you’re talking to. He chitters lowly. “Isn’t it a little early for you to be out and about?”

The wolf immediately focuses on him, subtly taking a wary step back. “Isn’t it a little late for you?” she counters.

Dren hisses. “Not quite yet.”

The adversary attitude is slightly concerning. As much as Dren is solitary, he usually at least maintains a polite demeanor when talking to other common-folk. That he deliberately has cast it away in favor of beefing himself up a bit tells you this is not just any common-folk.

You’d probably do well to get out of this interaction as soon as possible.

“You should leave,” you tell the wolf, trying your best to sound disarming. “We don’t want any trouble.”

“Neither do I,” the wolf replies, looking at you. “I was just out for a walk when I heard you scurrying about. Not often we see your kind around here.”

“I get that a lot,” you grumble. You nod toward the road. “Now you’ve seen me. You can go now.”

“That I have,” she agrees. She eyes Dren. “Lucky one, eh? Are you-”

“Leave,” Dren cuts her off with a snarl, not so subtly letting the wolf know his patience is running thin.

You pause to look at him and find his eyes hardened, subtly brandishing his fangs. You’ve not seen him like this since the clash with Morgan. You can almost feel the vibrations in the air from his lower body searching for any indication of an attack.

You slowly step closer to him – you know he can feel you coming – and place your palm against the side of his waist. His warmth is there immediately, but it doesn’t travel through you as usual. Dren doesn’t remove his eyes from the wolf.

“-looking for something?” the wolf continues regardless, watching your attempt to calm her adversary. She plants her feet slightly apart, like preparing to bolt.

“What’s it to you?” you ask, trying to sound calm. Better keep things smooth while the wolf is still here.

“Nothing. Just curious,” the wolf replies cautiously. “And I’ve found this thing. It smells like you, so I put two and two together.”

The wolf carefully reaches into a pocket with her other palm out, a placating gesture. And, of course, she pull back out your black ‘skreen’, holding it with two clawed fingers like it could burn her if she's not careful.

Drat.

“This is what you’re looking for, isn’t it?” the wolf asks, sounding almost like a statement. She could probably spot the way your eyes widened at the sight of it.

There’s no point lying. That is, indeed, a thing you very much need.

“It is,” you reply as casually as you can. “I lost it a while ago.”

“Give it back,” Dren demands. “It doesn't belong to you.”

“Well, it doesn't belong to you either, by the looks of it,” the wolf growls back at him. She focuses on you. “It belongs to the sentry. So. I’ll make you a deal. I’ll give it back no trouble, and you make sure your custodian lets me leave this forest alive?”

Alive? What? Does she honestly think that – well. A look at your companion, and supposedly it’d make sense for her to think that she maybe won’t. It still surprises you just how easily violent this world can get. But why even approach you then?

He’s not my- is in the front of your mind for a reply, but perhaps it’s better shut off for now. The wolf assumes you have any inkling of control over Dren’s actions, and that might work to your advantage here. As far as you know him, Dren doesn't want to fight either, he’s just determined to show he’s well prepared in case things were to escalate. Perhaps you can utilize that advantage so they don’t.

“Alright. Give me my device, and you can go,” you state, gently squeezing Dren’s side. You’re not sure if you’re apologizing for, or asking for permission to speak on his behalf. “I promise.”

The wolf observes you for a second, assessing your words. Supposedly deciding to trust them, she casually throws the phone to you. You manage to catch it.

“I’ll be on my way, then,” the wolf says. “Done deal.”

She casts one last glance back at you, before swiftly retreating into the deeper woods.

You can feel Dren’s leg pressing against your back. You lean against his side and put your hand on it, feeling the rough hairs there underneath your palm.

“You alright?” you ask lowly.

Dren is quiet a moment, staring at the hastily retreating back of the wolf. He huffs. “No. I do not like their kind, and I especially do not like them this close to my home.”

“That was a hunter, wasn’t it?” you say. You hesitate a moment. “What do you think she was doing here?”

“Scouting,” Dren growls. “Common-folk like her don’t go far from their homes for pleasantries.”

You could choose to hope that a pleasant walk to take in the brown and red hues of fall in this forest would be motivation enough for the wolf. But even you know that's probably naive.

“I have a guess as to what they’re scouting for,” you mutter, looking up at your companion.

Dren gives a short nod, still looking dead ahead. “You’d be correct.”

And curse your correctness, because here you are, having just let a new potential threat to Dren’s existence go on its merry way.

Should you have let him take care of it instead?

Dren keeps staring in the direction to wolf left, waiting a minute until she's completely out of view. He takes a deep breath, and leans down to gently press his face against your cheek momentarily. You lean back into him, reveling in his comforting warmth in the cool air around you.

“I’m sorry. Should I not have – should you just have -” you ask, without finishing the sentence.

“No,” Dren replies quickly. “There’s no need to fight today if it can be avoided. I will deal with this at another time.” He sighs, and gently nudges you to change the tone a bit. “But we got your skreen, did we not?”

“My ‘skreen’,” you echo him, smiling while holding it up for display. “Yeah. We did.”

You press the power button momentarily. Nothing happens. Either it’s out of power, or the rain and laying in the cold, wet dirt for who knows how long has simply done enough damage to break it.

Dren zeroes in on the strange device in your hands, squinting and blinking in succession. It’s as if he's trying to get it to tell him its secrets.

"What an odd little thing," he muses. Then he looks at you and smiles. "The ‘skreen’ as well, I suppose."

You snort, and playfully push at his furred shoulder. "Very funny. But this is awesome! Maybe now I actually have a better shot at getting this whole Darkness business attracted to this place again."

"And how will this work?” Dren asks, intrigued. “Will you be able to catch the Darkness with this object of yours?"

His question makes you pause. Truthfully, you hadn’t thought too far ahead on that aspect of your plan. You’d mainly focused on getting a starting point. Yet now the device rests easily in your palm, and so far nothing has happened.

"I'm not really sure," you admit. "My idea was like - waving it around and hope something happens. ‘Darkness grows in the spaces between us’, so maybe if I create one point for magic and one without..? You know, me and the phone on one end, this whole shabbang of a world on the other?” you continue, feeling the weight of your words crumbling the already paper-thin plan.

You take a second to adjust to the feeling. Dren patiently watches you think things through.

“In hindsight, probably not? Then maybe it would have happened by now," you ponder, turning the phone over in your hands. "So what am I missing?"

Perhaps you got too caught up in a potential easy fix to think it the whole way through. Why should this work any differently than you just being here, without any magic in you?

Dren thinks for a beat, frowning. He gets the same expression when he tries to remember something he’s read. "I’m still not well-versed in this – but the harpy also said magic is quite simple. Perhaps it’s just as you said. Maybe we need to cultivate a space where it can grow. Between us," Dren thinks out loud. “Magic and non-magic. Like you and me.”

"What you mean like - the two of us?” you ask. “You want to help me?"

"If I can," Dren nods. “She said your skreen is completely non-magic? And it’s in a place it’s not supposed to be in. It’s an outlier in this world. Something that’s bound to attract attention.”

“So if we try and generate a space, and have the pho-screen as, what, some sort of a lure?”

“Maybe?” Dren says. “We could give it a try.”

“I thought you said magic’s dangerous,” you argue. “Are you sure this is a good idea?”

“Well, I will not do anything beyond my natural abilities,” Dren reassures you. “I’m not the strongest, but perhaps I can – nudge, a reaction a bit.”

“How?”

“I’ll do what I would normally do,” Dren says. “But I will not tie anything together. I promised I would never deliberately use my ability with you, and this is not my intend here.”

No strings attached. Do you trust it’ll stay that way?

“Alright,” you say assuredly, showing the thought down. “If you think it’ll work.”

“Truthfully, I have no idea. But working or not, you will feel it,” Dren warns. He’s wringing his hands again. “It will only affect you.”

“I know,” you say, remembering the harpy’s words. You’re not sure you understand exactly what Dren aims to do, considering the natural limits to his abilities. But you do understand he wouldn’t do anything if he didn’t feel both of you could handle it. He's had odd ideas before. Might as well indulge him in this one. “Well. It’s worth a shot.”

Later you’re back outside the entrance to the cave – away from prying eyes – and Dren has directed you to stand a few paces away from him. The phone is placed in the middle. Seem the idea is to take it very literally, and using it to symbolize the space between you.

It almost feels a little silly, standing around to do this sort of odd improvised ritual. But worst case, nothing happens, and you're back to square one. Might as well check all bases. The cool air gently blows through the trees, and you glance at the place where you planted your flowers. A thought of how they might be doing down there in the dirt passes.

“Ready?” Dren asks, perhaps noting your momentary distraction.

“Yeah,” you reply. “Go ahead.”

Dren closes his eyes, and you can hear him chittering, claws working on the ground, sensing the air all around him. He steps in place for a bit, like trying to find a proper spot to hold on to. You stand to attention, suddenly feeling a little anxious as you wait in silence.

Dren opens his eyes suddenly, settling on something, and juts forward, completely locking his focus on you.

He catches your eye with a vivid stare that drills into you, so intense you simply can't tear your eyes away from it. His eyes are like four black holes, eager to swallow you in your entirety.

You feel a shift in the temperature as something warm slowly, slowly creeps up over your arms and gently flows through your skin, comforting and familiar. It’s Dren’s influence, you realize, the extend of what he can do. It makes the hairs on the back of your neck stand on end, a tingling sensation all over. It’s very much unlike the unpleasant experience you had with a certain other person who did something similar.

“Dren-” you breathe softly, feeling the warmth traveling through your bones, and you find you mostly just want it to keep going.

He purrs in response, and you stare into his eyes and find nothing there but pure contentment, enjoying being able to feel you so intimately. Then you can feel a want to go further, get closer, get inside, and a pain, a struggle, trying to hold himself back. You’re reaching for him as much as he is you, and the space between you is almost maddening, churning with need from forced separation.

“Don’t,” Dren hisses suddenly, and you realize you’ve taken a few steps toward him. You didn't even notice when you started moving. “Don’t come any closer.”

Your vision gets blurry as you suddenly get woozy, just feeling the sensation of Dren’s whole being intertwining with yours.

Dren says something again, and you can’t make it out. His voice seems fuzzy and obstructed, like listening through heavy glass. It takes another second to realize that you didn’t see his mouth moving. Dren wasn’t the one trying to speak.

Something wraps around you limbs, and there’s a scurrying of movement all around you, almost like a noise of rapid steps through water. Suddenly it’s hard to breathe, a dizzying and suffocating cloud surrounding you. There’s a stranger there, an outlier, something that doesn’t fit, and I want to get to it, tie it down, I want to understand it, I want to have it, see it, hear it, feel it, love it, make it mine -

It’s quiet.

And it’s dark. You don’t remember closing your eyes, but you do dare open them again.

There, in the space between you and Dren, on top of the phone, is a small, black void. It gently flows and sways, independent of the wind.

It’s like a hole in the air itself. The complete opposite of taking up space.

The sight makes your brain hurt and you gasp in surprise. In an instant it’s gone, as is Dren’s warmth, and you find yourself shivering from the sudden cold that claws its way through you, gripping tight.

No, no, no, no, something inside you squeals like in a panic. No!

Dren’s breathing heavily, closing and opening his fists, his legs stepping in place, agitated. “No,” he mutters to himself, gritting his teeth. He rubs his face with his hands in distress. “No.”

“Dren-?” you call out warily, still staring at the spot where the thing vanished. Your legs feel wobbly, and you support yourself with a hand on a tree. The tightness in your chest increases tenfold and you hiss in pain. “Are you okay?”

Dren looks up at you through his fingers, focusing on calming his breath. “Yes,” he whispers.

You keep your eyes on the spot the void vanished. “Whatever you did - I- I think it worked.”

“Yes,” Dren says again. He swallows hard. “I think it did, too.”

“But – what the hell was that other thing?” you voice feels hoarse. “That wasn’t you, was it?”

“I-” Dren begins. “I don’t think so? It didn’t feel like it.”

Is that just what interacting with darkness feels like? It didn’t exactly feel like Morgan, either. But you most certainly feel them now. You put your hand over your chest and breathe deeply, waiting for it to settle.

“Why did you stop?” you ask once you’ve calmed a bit.

“I – I wasn’t ready, yet,” Dren replies. “It was a test, and now we know we can do it. But I felt like – like I was throwing you away. I want to plan when we do it for real.” He fidgets with his hands, settling down to your eye level with a huff. “This is not going to be easy.”

You cautiously approach the phone lying in the grass, staring at the innocent looking thing. Nothing about it suggests right now it has just acted like some sort of artifact of the human world, helping you gain access to darkness. Still, you carefully step around it like it’s firework that hasn’t gone off as it should.

“Seems you can do that kind of magic, after all,” you tease him gently, settling down next to him and leaning against his side.

Dren breathes out in relief, wrapping a pedipalp around your middle and pulling you to him. He hesitates. “I don’t know what I did. I thought I just connected with you without – tying, anything.”

“Whatever it was, it worked. We created the space we needed,” you reassure him, idly running your hand over the appendage around your stomach.

“We did,” he agrees quietly.

"Dren?” you say.

“Yes?”

You look up at him. “Do you have any idea what an actual fucking genius you are?"

His face slightly flushes from the sudden compliment. He waves you off. "Come now, I just-"

"Nope,” you state, reaching for him. He obliges and leans down, and you cup his face, staring him in the eye. “Actual genius, right there. Doing magic on the fly like that. You figured this whole thing out. And, you read non-fiction for fun."

Dren laughs softly, carefully putting his palms over your hands on his face. "I am a nerd.”

You grin, leaning your forehead against his. "Damn right you're a nerd."

You can feel his mandibles brushing across your cheek as he leans in further, settling with his arms over your shoulders. There’s an odd pull in your face then, heat in your cheeks of anticipation at the subtle movement, like you were expecting a kiss.

"Now we know it works – when will we do this?" Dren asks calmly. It doesn’t seem he’s noticed. “When will we try this out?”

"Well - whenever we can, I guess?" you ponder, absentmindedly running a thumb over his cheek. "I mean -"

That would be it, wouldn’t it? You still for a moment, indulging in his warmth like a reassurance.

"Tomorrow?" Dren suggests helpfully, gently squeezing you. "I will not stop you if you wish to go at once, but if you'll indulge me for one last evening, I would love to keep you for a bit. Even though I know it selfish," he chuckles. "But it's up to you."

"Tomorrow," you repeat, holding him a little tighter. In some way, ‘tomorrow’ doesn't sound very pleasant either. "Yeah. Sounds good."

Back at the cave you take a seat in front of the fireplace in the now-finished woven chair. Dren settles on your right.

"I'm sorry you went through all this trouble to craft this and now I won’t even be able to use it much," you sigh, gesturing at the item. It’s very comfortable. "But I'm grateful none the less."

Dren smiles at you, but it doesn’t really reach his eyes. "It's alright. Maybe I can trade it come spring."

"Or maybe you'll find someone else who can make use of it," you joke suggestively, elbowing his side in an attempt to lighten the mood. It’s your joke, but even you feel it doesn’t really alleviate anything.

Dren politely let’s it pass without acknowledging it. He focuses on the fireplace, and you watch as the light dances in his black eyes. "Maybe."

A silence settles over the living room for a moment. Usually conversation flows so naturally in his company, but seemingly you both find yourselves at a loss for words.

"You look tired all the time," you tell him eventually, just to say something. “I’m worried about you, you know.”

"Well, you needn’t worry, but I am tired," he replies, humored. "My body is merely preparing for the next coming time. It’s completely normal."

He sounds reassuring, but a lingering thought remains with you. Mainly having to do with who you encountered in the woods today. Supposedly your plan will work, but you’re leaving Dren behind in a state more risky than when he first found you. A gnawing guilt forces you to address it.

You grab his hand and squeeze it. “Dren what are you going to do – about the hunter and-”

“Do not concern yourself with this,” Dren says immediately, almost startling you. He looks at you intently. “This is not your issue. I’ve dealt with this before, and I can do so again.”

You pause and look into him for a moment. He’s being very genuine – he truly doesn’t believe you should fight his battles.

But there’s something else there, a subtle fear that rings so deeply into his very being, something you know he’s been fighting his entire life. And it’s about to happen again. And he doesn’t have any assurance, again, to what the outcome of all of this will be.

Still, he’s adamant that you should go. It’s almost infuriating.

You sigh. “But-”

“No. I am too fond of you to force you into any more danger of my world,” he says seriously. “Tomorrow, we will summon darkness again. You will interact with it, and you will go back home.”

“Dren,” you say patiently, equally serious. “I brought this hunter here. If they try to get to you-”

He smiles then, a fondness over your protectiveness. It stops you dead in your tracks.

“They will always try to get to me,” he says, a little softer. “They would have found me sooner or later, no matter where I went. This particular individual would have come all the same, had you been here or not. Do not take this guilt when it’s not yours to carry. Me and mine will be fine.”

He sounds so certain. But you’re not sure who he’s trying to convince.

You glance down and find one of his hands is now on your waist. You don’t know what else to do, so you simply let yourself fall into him, reaching your arms around the space where his torso meets the abdomen, your face leaning against his chest.

Dren envelops you at once. “Sweetness-” he sighs.

You share a moment of calm, listening to his gentle chittering, feeling his arms around you, breathing in his reassuring earthy scent. Then, you feel him take a deep breath before he reaches down, grabs onto your legs with his pedipalps and promptly lifts you off the ground.

“Woah, hey!” you laugh, shifting your grip and adjust your arms around his shoulders instead, when suddenly he starts walking. “Where are we going?”

“We’re going for a walk,” Dren mutters. His voice is warm on your neck, and he gently squeezes you. “Or, well. I’ll be walking. You’ll just - be here.”

“My favorite place to be,” you joke. He hums in response.

Dren brings you to the blue cave once again, the twinkling lights on the side of the cave shining like small stars.

“Hold on,” he warns, before he grabs hold of the side of the wall and starts climbing.

You let out a startled noise at the sudden movement, and hang onto Dren a little tighter.

“Almost there,” Dren reassures you with a chuckle. You get the feeling he’s enjoying this.

He doesn't stop there, bringing you up the far wall and stretches again, reaching for the roof. There’s a sudden pull in your body as your world’s is turned around. You’re upside down.

“Dren,” you protest, feeling the blood rush to you head. “Hey-!”

He turns you around and settles you over his chest, him hanging upside down, using the strings around him like a makeshift hammock. You’re lying flat against his chest, your legs dangling freely over the space where his torso and abdomen meet.

“Is this alright?” Dren teases once you’ve settled a little better. His hands are on your thighs, a reminder he’s not going to let you fall.

“A little warning might’ve been appreciated,” you grunt, eyeing the very hard rock of the cave floor below. Then you stare at the annoying arachnid looking up at you with bemused wonder in his eyes, and you unfortunately can’t find it in yourself to be mad at him. Just like he probably planned.

You give in easily, and lean down to rest against him again, and his hands travel up over your back, securing you there.

“But yeah. This is very much okay,” you sigh, feeling his warmth once again.

“I’ve always wanted to do this,” Dren admits quietly, almost embarrassed. “I hope you don’t mind.”

“No, no,” you placate quickly. You reach your arms up to reach the back of his head, running your fingers through the unruly mess that is his hair. “No. It’s nice.”

He hums in delight at the attention.

You don’t know how long you lie there in the silence, just enjoying the quiet moment. A lot has happened, hasn't it? You've been her for a little over a week, and barely graced the surface of everything in this world. If anyone is looking for you back home, what will you tell them when you get back?

How could you ever explain what's brought you here? But if Darkness got you here in the first place, who's to say it won't get you back again someday?

Maybe you'd want it to. Then there's a churning inside you, and it turns to 'maybe not'.

“Hey, Dren?” you call out softly after a while.

His response is a chitter and a very deep breath. It would seem he’s fast asleep.

You suppress a laugh, leaving him to his rest. Your brainstorming can wait. “Sleep tight.”

You close your eyes to give in to the moment you’re sharing with him. But you don’t sleep right away. Partially, maybe, it’s because you want to remain here, awake to experience this fully. Another part, unwelcome and annoyingly clawing at the back of your mind, says it wouldn’t be wise to drift off just yet.

And why not? It’s late, you probably should get some sleep. Stubbornly, you lean your face into the crook of Dren’s neck. Still, try as you might to cling to the comforting heat radiating off of him, it’s not quite enough. Something demands your attention, and you once again find your peace broken.

Maybe it’s the disturbance from earlier that’s been amplifying the pain in your heart. Maybe it’s the way you’ve been trying to ignore it. Maybe it’s just getting stronger.

Or maybe it just knows you're going away soon. You can almost smell them.

"I'm going," you whisper to no one through gritted teeth, taking refuge in the warmth of the body you’re resting on. "And you can't stop me."

Don't, something inside you says. Don't. Please don't.

From the arms around your back to the chest rising and falling under your chin and to the faint pull on your heart, you can't tell who's asking this of you.

There’s a disturbance in your body, and you try to focus on shutting it down, anything to alleviate the maddening pressure inside of you. You feel clammy and cold, like a fever is coming on, anxious and restless. Like your body is anticipating something will go terribly wrong, despite you being tucked away in Dren’s arms, as safe as you can possibly get.

You look at the face next to you, sleeping peacefully, and lean in, pressing your forehead against his and enjoying the low purr that escapes him as you do so.

Fuck, tomorrow is going to be the roughest day of your life, isn't it? The fact that you wouldn't wake up to hearing his voice or being able to indulge in his warmth anymore? The thought makes your heart ache, the dull pull of your parasite alongside the pain of losing someone who’s grown so close to you. You brush a strand of his unruly black hair out of his face, staring at the four closed eyelids. Almost like you want him to wake up so you can talk for a little more, just bask in his presence while you still can.

How selfish. He’s nearing hibernation and needs his rest. He’s going to miss you as much as you’ll miss him, and you shouldn’t make it harder than it needs to be.

You carefully unravel yourself from his arms, silently apologizing as he stirs slightly.

Move, you think. I need to move. Get a clear head again before you’ll be able to fully rest.

“Dren?” you say, leaning back to look at his sleeping face. “Could you let me down?”

He doesn’t respond, so you gently cup his face, watching his mandibles click together as you do.

“Could you let me down?” you ask again, nudging him.

One of his eyes finally cracks open to take you in. Then, the three others follow. He blinks in succession, bleary. “Hmm?”

“I’m getting a little restless. I think I’ll go get some water,” you elaborate. “But you’ll need to let me down.”

Dren closes his eyes again and, with a groan, grips around your stomach with his front legs. He gingerly lifts you off of him, rolls over, stretches toward the ground, and places you on the floor.

He retreats back under the ceiling. “Let me know when you’re done,” he yawns.

A second later, his breathing evens out.

Slowing down, huh? The guy is close to a full stop. Good thing he’s still able to recognize you.

You get going. If anything, a brisk walk should help clear your head.

You reach the lake shortly after, letting the sights of the glinting lanterns sparkling in the dark water, the sounds of gentle droplets and flow wash over you. You sigh, and lean down to wash up a bit.

The cool water brings some clarity. The gnawing anxiety seems a little lesser now that you’ve given your flight-response something to work with, but it’s still there. Why didn’t Dren’s presence calm it this time? You were literally right on top of him.

Something’s wrong.

“Yeah, no shit,” you grumble, splashing some more water on your face.

It’s not enough. I need to move.

And go where? It’s in the middle of the night.

Still, walking feels right, right now. Perhaps you should take the last opportunity you have to do some exploration. You've somewhat learned the back and forth between the places you mostly frequent, but this system is huge - you're honestly curious to see what else Dren hides in these walls.

You huff, picking back up a lantern to continue. Yeah, that’s better. Just gotta keep moving.