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I wanna see yodie (damianluck / fulcrum) and Noam Chomsky go on a week long trip together on a small sailing yacht.

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Ho! I loooooooveeee your actor toji fics! Is it possible to get added to the taglist? Thank you ~

Also an idea: a bts scene of reader getting sick on set(perhaps even collapsing) due to fatigue and toji taking care of them- I feel like that'd be such a hit ship moment irl :D

thank you for liking my fics <3 you can be added to the tag list 🩵.

and omg yeah i love that idea of reader overworking themselves and toji looking after them :’). and yeah i didn’t make it a behind the scenes clip i made a short fic abt it bc i do not know when to stop.. like give me an idea and i will fly away w it like a bird liek..i don’t even think this is what you asked for srsly…i hope you don’t mind (but i’ll add it to my tojiyn headcanons hehe)

cw: actor toji x actress reader, hurt/comfort, angst to fluff, swearing, petnames (‘kid’, ik people don’t like this one but i think it’s so sweet & so toji :)), collapsing, mentions of skipping meals/not eating, poor sleeping habits, feelings of loneliness & inadequacy, crying, toji taking care of reader, i made this way more angsty than you asked sorry :(

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you dragged yourself through the doors of the studio, immediately bombarded by directors, stylists, scrip writers and other cast members on your way to the dressing room, only fuelling your fatigue and stress.

sleep was a foreign concept at this point. five hours at most. so were healthy, filling meals - the last time you ate was yesterday at noon, and for breakfast today all you had was a cup of coffee, not helping your nervous, exhausted state.

admittedly, you were not doing very well. you felt that your acting was subpar and you felt lonely and isolated on set. while everyone went with their friends for a break or lunch, you sat by yourself in your dressing room, your only company being the silence.

sure, toji was also on set too, but he played a very minor role, so he wasn’t always there. and even when he was sometimes, he would hang out with the other crew members, which wasn’t a problem of course, but it did sting a little when he chose them over you.

you just felt so lonely, anxious and quite frankly upset at yourself and the circumstances you find yourself in.

there are a few knocks at your dressing room door and you weakly tell them to come in.

toji peeks is head in. “hey, kid. we start in five..” he takes a look at your weary face, dark eye bags prominent even through the makeup the stylists caked on and the frown on your lips and just knows something is wrong.

“are you ‘right?” he asks quietly, like you’re a deer who’s about to run away at the slightest of sounds.

“yes, i’m fine.” you lie, a voice in the back of your mind wishing he’d just ignore you like everyone else on this damn set does.

“‘you sure? ‘cause you don’t look-”

“i said im fine! just get out.” you snap, heart beating and breathing heavily at your own outburst.

fuck. you didn’t mean to say that.

but toji doesn’t look offended. he just nods and walks away footsteps fading as you put your head in your hands and sob.

so there you are, acting in front of the camera with your colleague in a scene where toji appears in too and you just seem off. everyone assumes it’s just not your day today and they’re not exactly wrong. you lines were slightly forced, tired and you were jittery and clearly apprehensive, like you didn’t even want to be here.

“cut!” the director calls out, more than annoyed with your behaviour. it was the sixth take and you’re really trying to make it believable, but it’s futile.

“this is the sixth take _____. this is ridiculous. get your act together. let’s take five.”

you look down at your shoes, face hot and chest thudding with embarrassment due to the director calling you out in front of everybody. tears well up in your eyes and you sigh, blinking them away as everyone starts talking again, walking away leaving you standing there like an idiot.

it all becomes too much for you. your empty stomach, oncoming headache, exhausted body, dry mouth, furrowed eyebrows, sweaty palms-

you let your script fall out of your hand as you stumble off the green screen, trying to get to your room before a hand is grabbing your arm. you turn around and it’s toji again.

“hey..” he leans down slightly to your height, scanning you over once. “you don’t look so good, _____-”

you shrug him off, vision becoming blurred with black static and limbs heavy and shaky. “i-i jus’ need to go. to my..uhm-” you stop, rubbing a hand down your face harshly. “i just-”

and then there is black.

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you come to and realise that you are laying on your dressing room couch, staring up at the ceiling. reaching up, you feel a wet, cool cloth on your head. you take it off. still fuzzy and body essentially lethargic, you try to sit up.

“hey, hey, hey.” toji whispers.

oh, toji’s here.

“take it easy.” he helps you sit up on the arm of the couch. he hands you a bottle of water and you drink it like a god.

“wait, what happened?” you ask, still confused and disoriented.

“you fuckin’ fainted that’s what,” he states bluntly. “scared the fuckin’ dogshit outta me.”

“oh.”

toji sits beside you on a chair, looking at you closely. you look down.

“the med team checked you out.” he tells you. “said you fainted, collapsed-whatever the fuck. ‘cos of stress and exhaustion. they even checked your blood sugar and said it was low as fuck.” he pauses. “not dangerously low,” he adds at the sight of your worried expression, “but.. low enough.”

you sigh, falling back on the couch. you think back to how the director shouted at you, how annoyed he was, and how humiliated you felt. tears start to form again and you cover your face with your hands, not wanting to cry in front of toji. you felt like you’ve had enough embarrassment for today.

toji leans forward. “what’s happening with you?”

the way he said it, so soft and concerned, makes the tears fall down and cause sobs to escape your mouth, hiccuped breaths falling from your mouth.

“hey, hey, hey..” toji coos. he reaches to you and makes you sit up again so he can take you into his arms. you let him, sobbing into his shoulder and sucking up all the comfort he gives you. toji’s big hand strokes your hair and the other caresses your back softly.

“shh, sh, sh…” he calms you down a little, you sobs turning into sniffles. he leans back and gives you space but his hands stay planted on your back. “tell toji what’s wrong.”

you hum sadly, looking down and gulping. “i’m..i’m tired. i wanna sleep..”

toji waits for you to continue. he can see you want to say more so he doesn’t hurry you along, he just rubs your back and nods to let you know you’re listening.

“i..” you take a breath, “i dunno what to do..i can’t do this fucking role.. i’m fucking tired half the fucking day and my so called colleagues don’t even like me!” you try to calm yourself down, taking another shaky breath. “and i just feel..lonely all the time..” you cry out the last few words, feeling another sob session coming up and toji pulls you close, letting you ruin his shirt with your tears as he rocks you back and forth in his arms.

“it’s okay, it’s okay..” he coos, resting his face in your hair.

you both stay like that for a few moments, you weeps dying down before toji talks.

“you can play this part, _____. ‘you have any idea how good your are, huh? you can act circles around half ‘these guys.”

you scoff, pulling your lips together. “i dunno about that..”

“‘m serious. _____, you can act, okay? ‘wouldn’t have made it this far if you couldn’t.”

“yeah but..this one’s hard..” you sigh, voice cracking but toji doesn’t let you start again.

“yeah, acting’s hard. but i can help you,” toji cups your wet face with his hands, wiping the tear streaks that paint you face, “we can all help you. the crew, your friends, that bitchass director. i’ll put a gun to everyone’s head to make them fuckin’ help you with this.”

you giggle at his seriousness and he huffs, relieved that you’re relaxing a little.

“they don’t hate you, y’know. everybody on set. the cast. they just think you’re a little shy and quiet. they don’t hate you, okay?” toji reassures you. you nod absentmindedly and he shakes your head from side to side to make you pay attention, making you smile, eyes crinkling even though they’re still tear stricken. “there she is..who the fuck could hate you, huh?”

“ugh, toji.” you roll your eyes, sniffling and rubbing your face. you pull away from him. “ugh..i just want my bed right now.”

“yeah..i know it ain’t my place but told the director that you’re taking a few days off. you need a break, kid.”

you didn’t even argue with him. you couldn’t.

“yeah, i do.” you agree.

suddenly, a loud rumble from your stomach erupts, it was like an earthquake.

toji laughs. “someone’s hungry.”

you groan. “‘m starving. haven’t eaten since yesterday.”

“we’re getting you something to eat.” he states, leaving no room for objections.

toji stands, holding his hand out for you to take. you do, his large, calloused hand dwarfing yours as he helps you stand up. “can you walk?”

“i will if there’s food involved.”

“that’s good.” toji chuckles, “how’s takeout sound?”

a/n: had to write a whole fic abt this i apologise 🥸 will add the tag list later i just keep forgetting the users </3

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Life began to feel so boring. The days blended into one another and suddenly we’re in march. Staying up late catching up on your favorite show because there is nothing better to do right now. One piece was such a breathe of fresh air, full of adventure and characters that seem amazing to be around and explore the world with. You wished to be in the world where u can freely be who you wanted, the world where you weren’t shackled by the burdens of reality.

You’ve been around all the corners of the internet so you know of shifting and astral projection which is exactly what seems to be going on right now. Rewatching episodes leading up to the time skip around 4 in the morning till your eyes flutter shut. Suddenly the wafting scent of the ocean filled your nose. “ Is she a stowaway?” “ How have we just found her we haven’t been on land for over a week now”. You opened your eyes to the snout of a reindeer and other very familiar faces.

You sat up so fast knocking into the poor doctor. Panic set through you because the first assumption anyone would have is that they’re in a dream or— congrats you’ve finally lost your damn mind. “ Who are you people”.

“ We’ve got the same question for you”

“ well I asked first”

The blunt part of a sword was thrust into your face by a very angry green swordsman. Fear etched across your face you give him a once over. Zoro. To your left was Robin and chopper holding his snout on her lap. There should be absolutely no reason that you’re in this world with these wacky 15th century pirates from your goofy anime show. Your voice shakes as you try to convince the green haired man to stop threatening your life.

“ Listen this is surely a misunderstanding, I really don’t understand how I have gotten here and I’m not really too sure who you people are.”

Maybe if they think that I don’t know who they are I can figure out a way to get out of this mess without ruining the story.

“ What is your last memory before you woke up on our ship” a voice from behind spoke. Turning to the left at the top of the stairs was Nami with Sanji following behind her.

“ I was laying in my bed falling asleep and then I woke up here”

After that you were bombarded with questions, what’s your name, your age, if an 8ft skeleton can see your underwear and it nearly drained the life out of you. The sun was now beginning to set after such a long day of being interrogated by the crew you used to watch through a screen. The captain was sitting on the head of the Sunny watching the day fade away when he stretched his arm to you pulling you to sit with him.

It was quiet for a while and nerves began to set in. Does he see through me? I know a lot of people don’t give luffy the credit but he’s way more intelligent than you’d think. “ What is it like where you’re from y/n” he spoke as he turned to face you.

“ Very different.”

“ Tell me about it please”

The sun completely faded into night and the stars littered the sky while you told luffy about “ where you’re from” and he was absolutely entranced by the world he’s never been. You ended up telling Luffy the truth about your origins, somewhat about himself, there was just something so compelling and trusting about him you didn’t think nothing of it. You slept in the girls room next to Nami that night, thinking about the next step and getting home.

Was this really a dream or did your desire to escape mundane life make you shift into this world of unknown.

The next day you went to eat breakfast with the crew and luffy starts spouting all the things you told him the night before. With seemingly no thought behind his words as he swallowed everything on his plate, though his crew members all stopped to stare at you in confusion.

“ I thought you said you weren’t from here?”

“ You said you didn’t know how you got here”

“ Well I wasn’t exactly lying, I really don’t know how or why I’ve been transported into your world. I just didn’t want to scare you or make you think I’m crazy with all of this.”

Over the next few days you were beginning to settle with the crew, you spent hours getting to know everyone and having the most fun you’ve had in years. Nami and Robin were curious about your world and you were more than elated to tell them all the things you enjoyed. The boys liked when you played their silly games, Sanji was obsessed with everything about you and loved having you perched on the counter when he was cooking so you can serve as his taste tester.

Zoro only just began to acknowledge you after finding out you also had a love for drinking, it became really easy to bond with the man. You knew you had to go back but what’s the harm in spending time with such a loving group of people, it’s not everyday someone is given your experience don’t waste it being worried.

You were able to convince Nami to give you a blank sheet of paper where you wrote all the things you knew about shifting and astral projection. You’ve been with the crew over a week now spending every night trying to shift back to your world. Sometimes you feel close others are strangely disturbed by Robin and Nami whether they are sparking up a conversation with you or knocking things over which disturbs your concentration.

The next few days you began to see birds meaning you were finally reaching land, the sabody archipelago. You know the way this arch ends and you need to go home now before you spend two years on an unknown island doing who knows what because YOU aren’t a straw hat and you have no place where you can learn to polish your skills.

The bubbly island became visible and you’d be reaching it by midday, while you were sitting on the head of the Sunny with Luffy again he asked you his million dollar question.

“ Y/n join my crew” he smiled. Your cheeks burned and you had to turn away from the boy whose smile brightened all your days.

“ Luffy I would love to but—”

“ Great- EVERYONE Y/N” you clasped your hand over his mouth.

“ Luffy l can’t join your crew. I have to go home I don’t even belong in this world”

“ Why do you want to leave” sadness dripped from his voice.

“ Yeah, we’ve been having so much fun” the small doctor announced from the deck.

“ It has been very fun I’ll admit but I don’t belong here with you guys. I’ve got a whole life in my world— and a family and just so much to do.” You reasoned.

The rest of the day the crew seemed angry and distant, you simply couldn’t understand why. When they all found out where you really came from they said they would help you get home. During dinner that night you were seated between luffy and Zoro who barley uttered a word while hushed conversations were surrounding the rest of the table. It was insufferable and reminded you of elementary school when someone didn’t want to be your friend anymore and told everyone about it.

“ Luffy are you upset with me? I haven’t done anything wrong”

“ Why do you want to leave? You just joined the crew and were on a new island”

“ I never said I was joining your crew luffy”

“ you know the captain doesn’t take no for an answer y/n” Zoro chuckled.

With a huff you stood up everyone’s eyes landing on you. “ Are you all acting this way because you don’t want me to leave?”

“ Why would we want a crew member to leave us?” Nami’s voice wobbled as tears formed in her eyes. Are they serious? When did u ever agree or tell these people that you were a part of their crew.

“ Listen closely all of you. You have to understand I am not from here, I never joined the straw hats, and I don’t even have any powers I can’t protect myself.”

“ That’s why you have me Y/n-chwaaan”

“ ignore that idiot cook but you have Luffy and I, we wouldn’t let anything happen to you”

“ Who is an idiot you damn moss ball !”

A fight between the cook and the swordsman broke out and you would usually find everything hilarious but…

These people have convinced themselves you are one of them and they don’t want you to leave. You decided tonight will be the night where you will go home with or without their help especially because you already know what’s in store the next day. Laying next to Nami that night waiting for her breathing to even out so you can concentrate with no interruptions you hear soft sobbing.

“ Are you alright Nami..”

“ Y/n I know you want to go back but can you stay a little longer we all care about you and enjoy having you around. We really feel like you’re one of our crew mates”

“ Sure, I’m not missing anything important right now” lying is better than letting this girl cry all night. When her breathing finally evened out you were able to try again.

Eyes fluttering open you were finally in your own bedroom. It was just as you left it, your iPad paused on the intro to one piece and the sun was showing through your curtains.

I really did it.

Life began as usual but you had a newfound appreciation for all the little things that made life worth it. Friends and family found your new outlook pleasant and you finally felt like you turned on a new leaf. While you were getting ready for bed applying all of your creams and oils the Tv in the living room turned on.

Wealth, Fame, Power.

A chill ran through your spine, you haven’t watched the show in over a month in fear of being brought back into that world by some odd chance. Getting up to turn off the tv something in the hallway made a noise. The fear of someone or something being in your house had you clenching on the door knob for dear life.

Just open the door nothing is there you’re only scaring yourself.

Opening the door and walking down the dark hallway into the softly illuminated living room the episode of the strawhats finally meeting up after two years was playing.

“ My favorite arch I should rewatch soon”

“ Why don’t you live it instead?” A voice from behind hissed.

You felt your heart thumping in your ears as you slowly turned to be met with a very angry Captain.

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Not proofread ! 🫶🏽

I was inspired by a similar stories I’ve seen down the tl hope you enjoyed. Pt 2 coming soon maybe

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Misfire (John Price x Reader)

A little snippet of a scene came to me and made me laugh. John Price having a crush on a long time friend and finally working up the nerve to ask her out. Kinda.

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John Price x fem! reader

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I know almost nothing of CoD other than fanfic so go easy on me

I wouldn't know how to write shy and retiring if my life depended on it.

You’ve known John forever. Like, forever, forever. The friend group he originated from disintegrated years ago, but the two of you remained thick as thieves. He’s moved in and out of the country, and you’ve changed careers a few times, but through it all he’s been a reliable shoulder to lean on. He’s the first person you call when you need help moving for the millionth time, and he, good man that he is, turns up with beer and willing hands as soon as he’s available. If he grumbles about your proclivity for changing apartments so often you know it comes from a place of concerned affection. If anything, he’s pleased you’re closer to his bachelor pad now, negating the need to drive across town twice on game nights. God forbid you ride a bus for twenty-five minutes when he could deliver you to your doorstep in fifteen. He's retired from the Army, and still takes safety a little too seriously for your tastes. You indulge him though, because who actively chooses the bus when other, more pleasant options are available?

When he asks you to dinner, you agree without even blinking. You reason there must be a rugby game on or something he wants to see. You don’t even ask where to meet him, assuming, correctly, that he will pick you up. So, you are caught off guard when he turns up in your entrance way wearing a button-down shirt, suit jacket and dress pants. He too, is caught off guard. You look down at your outfit in unison. Bootcut jeans, well-worn Blundstone boots and a ratty but beloved faded t-shirt that cheerfully proclaims “IDAHO? No, you da ho” across the chest in cursive script. 

“Uh… what are you wearing?” He asks, cautiously.

“Me? What are YOU wearing?” Totally confused now, you can’t help but feel a little saucy about being put on your back foot.

“I asked you to dinner, didn’t I?”

John’s accent gets stronger when he’s caught up in strong emotions. That really should have been your first clue. But this is John. John. 

“Yeah, why are you all dressed up for beers? What game is on tonight anyways?” 

You throw him a look like he’s gone slow on the uptake as you reach for your coat. When you turn to look at him with your purse strap slung over your shoulder, he’s looking as confused as you feel. 

“Game? Love, who said anything about beers?”

“Wait, we aren’t going for beers?” Disappointment creeps into your voice and you can see you have managed to flummox the normally unflappable John. 

“Bleedin’ Jesus, I mean, we can have beers if ye want, sure. I just uh…” 

He lets the sentence hang, clearly uncertain.  

“You what?” You prompt, vaguely concerned at his out of character behaviour. 

“I made reservations at Stella del Mare.” He admits in a rush.

“You did what? This isn’t… beers? Is this… are we on a date?” The slow realization finally takes hold and a spiral of panic begins to descend through your body. “They won’t let me in like this!”

“Uh, no. No. They sure won’t.”

He agrees easily with the second half of your statement while staring at your chest and dodging the first. You narrow your eyes at him. This isn’t your first rodeo with John’s evasiveness. 

“How much time do I have?”

“Including travel time, or…?”

“John. If this is how you start all your first dates, I can see why you don’t have many second ones.”

“’Bout 15 minutes love.”

He answers seriously, properly chastised. 

You whip your purse over your head and slap it against his wide chest, catching him off guard. He holds it in place while you sling your coat off and dash upstairs again. 

He’s still in the same position when you return back down the steps, having swapped jeans for a black skirt and your (hilarious but wildly) inappropriate t-shirt for a silk, V-neck emerald blouse with cap sleeves. You’ve pulled your hair back into a simple bun and slicked on a light layer of neutral makeup and a deep red lip. John’s eyebrows climb as he catches a glimpse of you but he waits until you’re picking up your coat again before he speaks. 

“Listen, you look beautiful. I – “

“Can it, I’m still annoyed at you for the moment.” 

You take the purse out of his hands and slide the strap over your shoulder, smacking his big bicep playfully as you push him out the door and into the night. You resolve to question him thoroughly about his poor communication skills at dinner as you lock up. Wasn’t he in charge of people in the army? Christ. 

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You're injured on a hike, and your friend leaves you stranded. Luckily, a kind man is there to help - but he isn't all he seems.

The hiking trail stretched before you, a winding path through lush forest, dappled with the light of a setting sun. Jayne marched ahead, her pace brisk and determined, barely acknowledging the rugged beauty that surrounded you both.

You lagged behind, your muscles aching and your breath coming in short gasps.

"Come on, hurry up!" Jayne called over her shoulder, her tone tinged with impatience.

You mustered the energy to quicken your pace, but the pain in your limbs protested. "I'm going as fast as I can," you responded, the strain evident in your voice.

Jayne stopped and turned to face you, her expression a mix of frustration and concern. "We need to get to the car park before dark."

You rolled your eyes, storming off ahead of Jayne as she continued to berate you. It was partly spite that spurred you on, partly knowing that she was right. It would be dark soon.

You were about to tell Jayne to hurry up when your leg snagged on a fallen branch. You stumbled, feeling something hit your leg as you tried to catch your balance.

The sudden pain was sharp, a white-hot flare that made you gasp, halting you in your tracks. You stumbled, reaching out to steady yourself against a tree.

"Are you okay?" Jayne's asked, although annoyance still made her scowl.

"I... I think I twisted my ankle," you managed through gritted teeth, the pain making it difficult to focus.

"I'll go back to the car and call for help," Jayne said decisively, already turning to leave.

The thought of being left alone, especially now with an injured ankle and the light rapidly fading, sent a wave of panic through you. "You're going to leave me here? Alone? I thought you said it wasn't safe to be out here after dark," you reminded her, heart skipping.

Jayne paused, her expression conflicted "I can only call for help from the parking lot; there's no signal here. Anyway, it makes sense for at least one of us to be safe in the car.”

The implication that your safety was somehow less important, that it was preferable to leave you vulnerable and alone, struck you as incredibly selfish.

"So, it's just about your safety, then?" you asked, incredulous.

Jayne's face hardened, a defensive edge creeping into her voice. "It's not like that, and you know it. What good would it do for both of us to be stuck out here?"

In the end, despite your protests, Jayne set off back down the trail, parking lot before it gets dark," she insisted, her gaze fixed on the rapidly fading light.

Annoyance bubbled up inside you, the day's frustrations finding a voice. "We wouldn't have to worry about the dark if you hadn't been late this afternoon," you retorted, the words sharper than intended.

“It’s not my fault your slow.”

"You always do this, Jayne!" you exclaimed, frustration now rising to the forefront. "You set this impossible pace and expect me to just keep up."

Jayne turned to face you, her hands on her hips. "It's not impossible. We've done hikes like this before. I just don't want us to be out here after dark. It's not safe," she countered, her voice firm.

"I get that, but maybe we wouldn't be in such a rush if someone hadn't overslept," you shot back, the tension between you crackling.

Jayne sighed, rubbing her forehead. "Look, I said I was sorry about that, but we can't change it now. We need to move."

Determined not to let the argument be the end of it, you pushed off from the ground, attempting to quicken your pace to match Jayne's. As you hurried to catch up, your foot caught on a hidden root, sending a jolt of pain up your leaving you abandoned and vulnerable as the shadows lengthened and the forest seemed to close in around you.

Time seemed to stretch into eternity as you waited, the dwindling light casting long shadows through the trees. Every so often, you checked your phone, hoping for a miracle of reception, but it remained stubbornly void of any signal.

The thought of Jayne returning with help began to feel more like a distant hope than a certainty.

As the forest grew darker, a sense of resignation settled over you. The idea of hobbling back to the parking lot on your own seemed daunting, yet the alternative—spending the night alone and injured in the woods—was far worse. Jayne's decision to leave, her potential to drive away in a fit of anger, wasn't entirely out of character, but the reality of being abandoned like this was a new low, even for her.

Just as you mustered the courage to test your weight on your injured ankle, a rustle from the underbrush made you freeze. Tension gripped you, the fear of being alone in the dark forest suddenly compounded by the presence of an unknown.

Then, he appeared. A man, tall and lean, emerged from the trees. His black hair was unkempt, as if he too belonged to the wilds, and his eyes—a striking shade of green-gold—almost glowed with an inner light.

"Do you need help?" His voice was gentle, a stark contrast to his rugged appearance.

Warily, you nodded, the instinct to distrust strangers warring with the immediate need for assistance. "Yes," you managed to say, your voice barely above a whisper, betraying your apprehension.

Something about him, maybe the genuine concern in his gaze or the calm assurance with which he surveyed the situation, eased the tight knot of fear in your chest.

“My name’s Nikhil, by the way.” His voice carried a faint accent, Indian, though you couldn't pinpoint where specifically. It was soft, though, and mellow in a way that had you relaxing despite your worry.

"I can help you walk," Nikhil offered, stepping closer. "You can lean on my shoulder, or if you prefer, I can carry you."

There was a lightness in his tone, a smile on his lips. Despite the situation, Nikhil seemed to find a way to lighten the mood, his confidence reassuring.

"No, thanks," you replied, managing a small smile despite the blush overtaking your cheeks. "An arm around your shoulder is fine."

As you tentatively placed your arm around him, you were immediately struck by his strength. His lean frame belied the solidity of his build, his muscles tensing under your touch as he carefully adjusted to support your weight.

The walk back was slow and awkward, each step a careful negotiation of the uneven ground and your compromised balance. Nikhil moved with a surprising grace, his steps sure and steady, contrasting the faltering nature of your own.

"Never thought I'd be someone's knight in shining armour," Nikhil joked, his voice light, trying to ease the tension.

You couldn't help but let out a soft laugh. You didn’t quite know what to say to that, so you said nothing.

The silence that enveloped you both was neither awkward nor entirely comfortable; it carried a tinge of tension. You found yourself searching for something, anything, to fill the void, to ease the growing restlessness in your mind.

It was Nikhil who broke the silence, his voice cutting through the stillness of the evening. "Were you hiking alone?" he inquired.

You hesitated, the memory of Jayne's departure still fresh, still stinging. "No, I was with a friend. She went to get help... about an hour and a half ago," you admitted, the words tasting bitter on your tongue.

Nikhil's brows knit together in a frown, a subtle shift in his expression. "That's odd," he mused, his gaze thoughtful. "We're not that far from the parking lot. It shouldn't have taken this long for her to get help—or to come back."

The implication of his words hung between you, undeniable. You knew, deep down, that Jayne's absence had stretched too long, her promise to return with help fading with each passing minute. The realisation, coupled with Nikhil's observation, cemented a growing dread in the pit of your stomach.

Despite the unease, Nikhil's steady presence, the warmth of his shoulder supporting you, offered a sliver of comfort in the midst of uncertainty. His concern, though offered by a stranger, felt genuine, a small beacon of hope on the long walk back.

As you continued to hobble along, leaning heavily on Nikhil, a sharp spike of pain shot through your ankle, forcing you to stop. "I need a moment," you gasped, stumbling.

Nikhil gently helped you to a fallen log, his concern evident as he knelt to examine your ankle. The skin was stretched tight, ankle puffy and swollen.

"It's definitely sprained," he concluded, his voice laced with sympathy. He looked up at you, his green-gold eyes serious in the dim light. "I know a shortcut," he said. "It's off the trail, but it'll get us to the parking lot faster."

The suggestion set off alarm bells in your mind. Going off-trail, especially in your condition and with night closing in, seemed like a recipe for disaster. "I don't know," you hesitated. "Isn't that a bad idea?"

Nikhil's assurance was immediate. "I know this forest well," he said, though the vagueness of his claim did little to quell your apprehensions. "Trust me."

"How well do you know it?" you pressed, seeking something concrete to hold onto in the sea of uncertainties.

He offered a small smile, one that didn't quite reach his eyes. "Let's just say I've spent a lot of time here," he replied, the ambiguity of his answer doing little to satisfy your curiosity.

Despite your reservations, the desire to end the ordeal, to be back in the safety and comfort of the familiar, won out. You nodded. "Okay, let's go."

As you ventured off the marked trail, the forest seemed to close in around you, the trees standing like silent sentinels in the darkness. Then, cutting through the stillness, a lone wolf howled, the sound eerie and unsettling in the quiet of the night.

You froze, a new wave of fear washing over you. "I didn't think there were wolves here," you whispered, your voice barely audible over the pounding of your heart.

Nikhil's hand found yours, his grip reassuring. "Don't worry about it," he said, his voice steady and calm. "We'll be fine."

As you pressed on, the determination to keep moving overrode the throbbing pain in your ankle. The fear of being vulnerable in the dark, unfamiliar woods urged you to ignore the discomfort, to focus on the path ahead.

In your haste, your foot caught on something, sending you stumbling forward. Before you could brace for the fall, Nikhil's arms were around you, pulling you back against his chest. For a moment, you were acutely aware of the warmth of his body, the strength in his embrace, and the faint scent of pine that seemed to cling to him.

"Careful," he chided gently, a hint of amusement in his voice. You found yourself face-to-face with him, and the proximity offered a new perspective. His features, which had seemed rugged and mysterious in the dim light of the trail, now carried a softness, an approachability that made your heart flutter unexpectedly.

"Thanks for catching me," you managed to say, a mix of gratitude and newfound awareness colouring your tone.

Nikhil's smile widened, his eyes twinkling with a playful light. "Any time," he replied with a grin. You noticed sharp canines, and something in you tightened.

He straightened, his hands still steadying you. "We're nearly there," he promised, though the exact destination remained as vague as his familiarity with the woods. "Do you want me to carry you? It might be easier."

Considering the pain in your ankle and the unsettling howls that seemed to follow you, you nodded. "Yes, thank you," you said, embarrassment making your cheeks flush.

Truthfully, you weren’t sure it was entirely necessary for him to carry you, and yet you couldn’t say no.

As Nikhil carefully lifted you into his arms, you heard another chorus of howls, closer this time, sending a shiver down your spine. "Those wolves," you began, your voice tight with concern, "you're sure they're not dangerous?"

Nikhil's pace didn't falter as he carried you, his gaze fixed on the path ahead. "They're not a danger to us," he reassured you, his confidence unshaken. The certainty in his voice was meant to comfort, but it only confused you more. How could he be so sure?

Your mind raced with questions, but the warmth of his hold and the steady rhythm of his stride lulled you into a sense of security.

Silence settled over you again, as you tried to subtly bury yourself into Nikhil’s hoodie. He kept walking, and eventually the trail gave way to the more familiar terrain of the parking lot.

The sight of the open space, bathed in the yellow glow of the overhead streetlights, had relief flooding through you. Nikhil carefully set you down, his arms lingering for a moment longer than necessary, as if reluctant to break the contact.

"Thank you," you said, your voice soft. The proximity, the rush of your own pulse, had you wanting to close the space between you and Nikhil. To kiss him.

As Nikhil stepped back though, the artificial light cast him in a new perspective. For the first time, you saw him clearly, and the sight took your breath away. His eyes, under the harsh glare of the streetlights, held an unmistakable glow. The sharpness of his canines, visible as he offered you a reassuring smile, and the poised, almost predatory grace with which he held himself, suggested a nature far removed from the human.

The realisation struck you so suddenly, it knocked the breath from your lungs. The man who had guided you through the darkness, who had offered comfort and protection, was not entirely what he seemed..

What was he?

As Nikhil noticed your lingering gaze, he seemed to retreat instinctively, away from the light. The subtle shift in his demeanour didn't escape your notice; it was as if he was suddenly wary.

"Why do your eyes glow like that?" you asked, the question driven by a mix of fascination and a need to understand the man who had been your unexpected saviour.

"It's nothing," Nikhil brushed off, his voice carrying a finality that suggested the topic was off-limits. "I should go now that you're safe."

Your curiosity was piqued, and his evasive answer only served to fuel it further. "Please," you persisted, stepping closer to the edge of the shadows in an attempt to see him more clearly. "There's something... different about you."

The night air was punctuated by another howl, closer this time, its tone carrying an almost human quality that sent a shiver down your spine. The sound seemed to resonate with something within Nikhil, as he shivered.

As you watched, his eyes glowed brighter. The pieces of the puzzle began to fall into place. It was ridiculous to even think it, but…

Nikhil didn't have to say the words for you to understand; he wasn’t human. He was something other, something strange and supernatural. It should have scared you, but when you looked at Nikhil’s angular face and unsure smile, it was impossible to be afraid.

"I... I understand," you said, finally, “you don’t have to tell me.”

As the cool night air sent a shiver through you, Nikhil seemed to notice from the edge of the shadows. Stepping forward, he shed his hoodie, offering it to you with a gentle, "Here, take this."

Wrapped in the warmth of his hoodie, the fabric carrying the faint scent of pine and something uniquely him, you couldn't help but smile. "How am I supposed to get this back to you?" you asked with a smile.

Nikhil's response was light, his eyes twinkling with amusement in the dim light. "Guess we'll just have to meet up again," he replied. He reached out as if to touch you, only to pause, brows furrowed.

The idea sparked something within you, a flicker of excitement at the prospect of seeing him again. "How about Friday at two?" you ventured. "I could bring a picnic, or we could go somewhere nice for lunch..."

"Sounds perfect," Nikhil agreed, his voice warm. The simple plan seemed to solidify something between you, something you couldn’t place.

Nikhil took a step closer, closing the distance with a certainty that seemed to pull you in. The warmth of his hoodie enveloped you, his scent—a mix of the wild forest and something uniquely him—filled your senses.

His arms encircled you, strong and reassuring, drawing you into his embrace. As his lips met yours, the world seemed to stand still, the noise of the forest fading into a distant hum. The kiss was soft, a gentle inquiry that you answered willingly, deepening the connection as your hands found their way to the nape of his neck, fingers tangling in his tousled hair.

Nikhil tasted of pine and coffee. He drew you in, tongue teasing your lower lip and you gladly gave him entrance; he was soft and warm and everything you needed, even as sharp canines dug into your skin.

Gently, you pulled away from the kiss, lips tingling. Nikhil, sensing your need to catch your bearings, tenderly kissed your forehead before stepping away.

"I'll be here, Friday at two," he promised. Reaching into his pocket, he pulled out a small, slightly worn piece of paper and scribbled down his phone number. "Just in case," he added with a smile, handing it to you.

You couldn't help but laugh, the sound breaking the lingering tension. "I didn't expect you to have a phone," you teased, a playful challenge in your tone.

Nikhil's response was a light, amused chuckle. "I might spend a lot of time in the woods, but I do have a house. With electricity and everything," he countered, his grin infectious.

“Good. I’ll call you, then.”

Turning towards the parking lot, the reality of your situation came back into focus. There, just as you'd left it, was the car. Jayne watched you from the back seat. Relief washed over you at the sight.

With a final glance back at Nikhil, who watched you with a look that was both protective and promising, you made your way to the car. You waved, and he waved back. Something soft settled in your chest.

As you reached the car and gently opened the door, the interior light flicked on. Blinking against the sudden brightness, she squinted up at you, confusion etched across her face. "Who was that?" she mumbled, rubbing the sleep from her eyes.

"Just someone who helped me," you replied, keeping the details sparse as you slid into the front passenger seat.

Jayne shifted, sitting up straighter. "I did call for help, you know," she said, her voice defensive. "But my signal was all over the place. I'm not even sure the call went through."

The explanation did little to quell the frustration that bubbled up inside you. "Why didn't you come back, then?" you asked, the question laced with the lingering hurt of being left alone.

Jayne's apology was quick, her gaze dropping as she admitted, "I didn't want to risk getting lost too... I thought it was better to wait by the car."

The silence that followed was heavy. While part of you acknowledged that Jayne's fear of getting lost was valid, the decision to leave you stranded still stung. It was clear that, although the ordeal had ended safely, the trust in your friendship had been shaken.

"I understand," you finally said, the words diplomatic yet distant. "I think this should be our last hike together."

Jayne, sensing the tension, quietly climbed into the driver's seat, her movements cautious. "Do you need to go to the hospital?" she asked, her concern genuine despite the awkwardness that now hung between you.

You shook your head, settling into the passenger seat with a weary sigh. "No, I'll just ice it when I get home. I'll see how it feels tomorrow." The last thing you wanted was to extend the evening any further with a trip to the hospital, especially with Jayne's company, which had become strangely unwelcome in light of recent events.

As the car pulled away from the forest,  you cast a lingering glance through the rear window. There, at the very edge of the treeline, stood Nikhil, a solitary figure blending with the shadows.

A small, grateful smile found its way to your lips as you waved Nikhil goodbye. He raised a hand and waved back, before vanishing into the trees.

Despite everything that had happened tonight, you were grateful for one thing; Nikhil.

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[hellcat8908]

Stay With Me Cassian x Female Reader

Warnings: Injury, Blood, Angst, Hurt/comfort

It was never supposed to be like this. You were supposed to have centuries together and raise a family. With all your injuries, your heart breaking at the thought of leaving him alone hurts the worst. There were so many things you wanted to tell him if only he were here. You saw your life playing before your eyes. The little moments you cherished, meals with his family where he was so much more than a general, the endless nights spent cooking together or dancing at Rita's, and the promises of all the things you were going to do together. The memories making your heart ache worsen.

You felt your vision start to blur from the blood loss. Suddenly, Cassian appeared in front of you, his voice sounding distant. "Y/n, stay with me, baby. Hold on just a little bit longer. Madja's on her way to help." He says as tears pool in his eyes. He firmly presses on the gash in your abdomen, causing you to scream in pain. "I know it hurts, baby, but you've already lost so much blood," he says softly. He notices the life fading from your eyes, "Come on, baby. I need you to stay with me!" He says. "Where the hell are they?! They should've been here by now!" He curses.

You weakly lift your shaky hand to the side of his face, "I love you, promise me you'll find happiness after me." You say as you cough up blood, the metallic taste coating your mouth. "Don't talk like that. This isn't goodbye. Madja will be here, and we'll get you patched up." He says as tears run down his cheeks. Your eyes drift close, and your body falls limp. "No! No! No....come on baby, stay with me just a little bit longer. Please! Don't leave me!" He sobs before feeling Rhys pulling him away from you so Madja can try to save you.

She manages to stabilize you enough to get you home where she spends hours trying to heal you. Cassian paces the living room as Rhys and Azriel wait on the couch. Cassian's hair is a mess from running his fingers through it. "Why is it taking so long?!" Cassian groans. "Y/n is in rough shape. It's going to take as long as it does. You pacing and being angry isn't going to help." Rhys says. "Easy for you to say! It's not Feyre laying there dying in your arms!" Cassian snaps. Rhys is in front of him in split second and throwing a punch, "Don't you ever-" "Enough! Both of you!" Azriel shouts, cutting off Rhys. "Fighting isn't going to help anything!" Cassian goes back to pacing while Rhys grabs a drink from the kitchen.

Moments later, Madja comes out from your room. Wiping blood off her hands as Cassian rushes over to her. "I've done everything I can. The rest is up to her." She tells him. "Send for me right away if her condition worsens. I've given her a strong sedative to give her body a chance to rest." Cassian, thanks her before quickly making his way to your room. You look so pale and fragile laying in the oversized bed. Cassian pulls up a chair beside the bed and gets comfortable before gently holding your hand in his. "I know you've been through a lot, and you're tired, but you have to keep fighting a little bit longer. Please, baby, I need you to come back to us. I don't think I can do this on my own anymore." He says while his thumb strokes the back of your hand.

He doesn't leave your side over the next few days. He makes sure you're taken care of, replacing the gauze over your stitches when needed, rubbing a salve over your superficial injuries, gently washing you the best he can without pulling on your injuries He talks to you constantly, telling you how well you're doing and how proud he is of you, all the things he wants to do once you're healed. He reads one of your books to you to pass the time. The others stop in to check on you both from time to time. They make sure Cassian eats and takes care of himself as well, offering to sit with you while he takes quick showers.

The room is dark as you slowly open your eyes. You look around and realize you're home in your room. As you're looking around, your eyes land on Cassian sleeping in a chair next to the bed. You try to talk, but your mouth is dry. You manage to grab a glass of water off the nightstand and take a drink. Once you've emptied the glass, you sit it back down. "You're going to have a stiff back and sore wings if you keep sleeping in the chair." You say causing Cassian to wake up. As soon as his eyes meet yours, they fill with tears. The bond becomes overwhelmed with emotions from both of you.

He stands up and leans down, pressing his lips to yours in a kiss. You return the kiss with more passion before pulling away. Tears flood both your eyes as you weakly tug on him to get in bed. "Baby, I don't want to hurt you." He says softly as he resists. "You're not going to hurt me. Please, love. I need you to hold me." You practically beg. He genly and carefully climbs in bed on the other side of you. You wince as you move to cuddle him. "Easy, baby." He says as he gently wraps his arms around you. "I'm not as fragile as I look." You say teasingly. "You nearly died." He says, his voice full of sadness. "I know, but I didn't, you say as you gently lift his chin so his eyes meet yours, "I'm still here, Cass."

He holds you tighter, being careful of your stitches, "I know, baby. I just couldn't handle the thought of losing you." He says quietly. "You're the love of my life," you say as you settle into his arms. "And you're mine," he says before you settle into a comfortable silence. Both of you relishing the feel of the other against one another. Soon, you feel Cassian's breathing level out as he falls asleep. You lay there gently caressing him with your fingertips as he softly snores, a sound you'll never take for granted again. You lay there and get lost in his presence as you think of all the memories you want to make with him once you're healed.

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[ellethespaceunicorn]

The Howling in Claw Creek Forest, Chapter Seven

Chapter Seven: Marked By The Wolf

Rating: Mature, 18+, Minors – DNI

Pairing: Werewolf!Walter Marshall x Reader

Word Count: ~4.8K (ya waited extra-long; ya get an extra-long chapter)

Series Summary: You live in a small town called Claw Creek, surrounded by a deep, dark forest. Since you were a kid, an urban legend of the creature in the woods has been told. If the distant howls at night and mutilated livestock are anything to go by, you fear the stories to be true.

Chapter Summary: It’s the night of the full moon. The plan? Invite Sy over to the cabin to keep an eye on him in case he shifts. WCGW? 

Warnings: verbal fight, angst

A/N: Thank you for being patient with me, guys! And I see y’all reblogging the masterlist for the series. And I thank you so much for keeping this story alive! A special thank you to @peyton-warren for being my lovely beta and soundboard for this. Cuz ya girl was struggling with this chapter for many moons.

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Over the next day or so, you get to know Jace. You’d learned his full first name, but “only ko’u makuahine calls me Jason”. Growing up in Hawaii shaped the man he is today, and he misses home a lot. But with Walter in his pack, and being Faye’s godfather, he’s made his own little family.

For a while, it seems like he may be flirting with you. But that quickly fades into something else. You’re only mildly upset when he refers to you as kaikuahine. Firstly, because you had no idea what it meant. Secondly, because when you found out it meant ‘sister’, you had to remind yourself that you have a perfectly great werewolf boyfriend of your own already.

‘Calm down, girl,’ you thought, thinking of your eager beaver.

Walter notices the way your demeanor changes and takes your hand, leading you upstairs. Your confusion only amuses Jace, who seems to know something you don’t. Once you make it into Walter’s bedroom, you are spun against the door. He attacks your neck, licking and nipping at the sensitive flesh until you tangle your fingers in his chestnut curls. Your mind reels, wondering what’s gotten into him.

And then it hits you.

He’s…jealous!

Oh, this is too good. That’s twice tonight that he’s been struck with jealousy. Earlier with Sy’s thirst trap and now with your flirtatious nature. You are beyond flattered, but you refuse to let this man get too far gone. With your hand in his hair, you tighten your fingers and pry him from your neck.

Once his face is in front of yours, you notice his wild eyes where black replaces blue. He looks ready to eat you, and as much as you would like that, you decide to try and calm the beast within.

“Walter, baby? I need you to calm down for a sec,” you beg, both hands tangling in his hair to soothe his soul, “Come on back to me, baby.”

Blinking once, then twice, his eyes finally focus on you, and the trance is gone. His giant paws rush to your face and then to the tender skin of your neck where his teeth were grazing. He winces when you grimace at the feel of his thumb on your sore flesh.

“Pup, I am so sorry. I don’t know what got into me. I was−”

“Jealous?” you supply, already knowing what this was.

“I can’t help it. I haven’t felt this way in a long time. It’s jealousy, sure. But it feels deeper than that. I felt the need to mark you as mine. You’re sort of a natural flirt, you know that?” he probes, a soft smile on his face.

“Well, I mean, I can see that. I guess I’ve never really thought about it. No one has ever brought it up,” you explain, looking back on all the times that men thought you were flirting with them but were just being nice. 

“Don’t worry about it. I just wanted to make sure that Jace knew you were taken. He has an effect on women,” he expresses, “But it seems he only sees you as a sister, so I don’t have to worry about you two riding off into the sunset, now do I?” 

“Wow, that was kinda bitchy. But also, incredibly hot that you thought I could be influenced by another big pretty werewolf,” you tease, leaning up on your tippy toes to place a kiss on the end of his nose before pushing back from the door so you could open it and leave.

“You think he’s pretty?” Walter shouts after you.

You laugh, swiftly jogging down the stairs to find an equally amused Jace sitting on the couch with his feet up on the coffee table, perfectly at home.

Trying to keep yourself from feeling embarrassed, you plop down next to him on the couch. While you are snuggling into his side, he chuckles and jokes that you should watch out for “the big, bad wolf”. Just as the words leave his mouth, Walter appears on the other side of you, having leapt over the couch. You’re officially squeezed in between the two large wolves, and you suddenly feel like the luckiest girl in the world.

Between the warmth radiating from both men, the way they commented on the Forged in Fire episode playing in the background, and the long day finally catching up with you, you had no choice but to fall asleep. You remember leaning your head against Jace’s beefy shoulder after he splayed both arms along the back of the couch. At some point during the night, you awake to find yourself sprawled across both of their laps. Your head is in Walter’s lap and your blanket-covered feet are shoved under Jace’s thigh.

The television screen asking if you’re still watching illuminates the faces of the snoring wolves at either side of you. Walter’s hand on your shoulder twitches as he feels you shifting. Shuffling your ankles, Jace sleepily readjusts to give you room before lowering his thigh back over your feet. All of this was done while they were asleep as if it was second nature to want to keep you safe and warm.

And you weren’t going to complain about being in a literal wolf pile. Instead, you snuggle into your blanket and let yourself drift off again.

When you awaken, the mid-morning sun is flooding through the windows. You’re still on the couch, but no longer surrounded by your wolf-shaped furnaces. Getting up from the couch, you wrap the blanket around your shoulders and go in search of coffee. 

Shuffling into the kitchen, you brush past where Walter is plating some waffles. You make it to the coffee machine and pour yourself a cup, adding in your sugar and cream and stirring it until it hits that perfect shade. Taking that first sip is nirvana. As the temperature of the hot beverage slides down your throat, you are warmed from the inside out. Now, you can officially say you have woken up.

You turn around to lean against the counter and are surprised to see both wolves looking at you and smiling. “What?”

“Oh, nothing. Just we were trying to get your attention, but I see Walter was right about you loving java. You have your priorities straight, is all,” Jace winks at you before sipping his coffee.

Walter chuckles and shoves a plateful of waffles, bacon, and eggs to one of the empty seats and nods for you to eat. “Don’t worry, Pup. I think it’s cute that you need your morning fuel before intelligent social interaction.”

“Thanks, Wolfie,” you hum, leaning in to peck him on the cheek before sitting down to tuck into your plate.

“And the nicknames are elevating my sugar levels as we speak,” Jace teases, expertly catching the waffle that Walter throws his way.

“Look, Jace and I have an idea. We just need you to put the pieces in motion,” Walter begins, explaining the plan to you while you eat. You stayed mostly silent, letting him lay everything out.

Jace pops in here and there with a few tweaks when he sees you start to feel a bit overwhelmed, “If at any time you feel uncomfortable, don’t hesitate. We’re there in case anything happens.”

“I guess I have a call to make. Oh, and do you fellas think you can go grocery shopping? I need a few things if I wanna make sure I have enough to feed all of you,” you lament, factoring in that Sy used to eat you out of house and home on multiple occasions. Might as well have too much than too little. You give Wolfie and Jace your shopping list and head upstairs to shower and make a very important phone call.

Early evening rolls in and you are relishing the smell of your pot roast with vegetables simmering as it permeates the first floor of the house. Wolfie has been at your side for most of the afternoon and even now because you’ve been like a chicken with your head cut off, anxious nerves making you fuss over every little thing. 

And he couldn’t blame you for being on high alert. He did ask you to invite over your ex-fiancé during a full moon, under the guise of getting together for a football game, so that he and Jace could find out if Sy is a werewolf. ‘A simple plan,’ said no one in this situation.

Olivia was invited over to help you set up and possibly help you with cooking. But alas, fair Olivia has found her Prince Charming in Jace. And just as Walter said, he does have an effect on women. You have to stop and giggle to yourself as she throws her head back in laughter and touches his arm, her signature move. Great, those two can swoon each other all night while you try and keep the peace between a wolf and a hard place.

The roast was not going to cook any faster with you standing over the crock pot, so you step away from the kitchen and join the others as they sit in the living room. Jace and Liv sit on the couch as Walter sits in one of the loungers. Just as you sit down to rest your bones in the other chair, you notice the guys exchanging a look. 

You hear the rumble of Sy’s old pickup and your heart drops into your stomach. You shoot up from your seat and adjust your turtleneck dress that hugs your body like a glove before walking to the front door. You step outside as Sy is pulling into the driveway. Swallowing your apprehension, you walk across the lawn to meet him. 

Smiling as he exits his truck, Sy wraps you up in a bear hug. When he lifts you off the ground, you squeak, and he just laughs before putting you back down. You get a whiff of him, and you feel an instant urge to bury your nose in his neck, or his perfectly trimmed beard. Fighting that urge, you playfully swat at Sy’s meaty, flannel-clad bicep and try not to stare at his veiny forearms. 

The man always had great arms; you would have complimented him on them once upon a time. But that was a long time ago, and even though you wanted to devour him where he stood, you weren’t about to let him know that. His head was big enough without you adding your horniness to it.

He steps to the truck bed and reaches a hand in to pick up a case of your favorite beer. He seems pretty pleased with himself and not at all nervous about meeting your new boyfriend. You should’ve known better than to think he would miss the opportunity to annoy your current beau.

You lead him inside where he immediately sniffs the air and exclaims, “Oh, my God! Please tell me that is your pot roast.”

You feel heat rise to your cheeks and nervously reply, “Um, yeah. It’s probably just about done if you want some.”

“If I want some? Of course, it’s my favorite meal,” Sy earnestly comments, and you can’t help but bashfully thank him.

A throat is cleared, and Walter appears at your side, planting a nuzzling kiss on your neck as he snakes an arm around you, making you giggle. 

“Walter, this is Sy. Sy, this is Walter, my boyfriend,” you introduce them, smiling to yourself as they offer a hand for a handshake and exchange pleasantries.

“Pleasure ta meetcha, Walter.” “Likewise, Sy.” 

They were still shaking each other’s hands until you realized they were having a staring contest. 

“Seriously?!” you gripe, equally mad at both of them, “You’re both grown men, right?” You push through their still-joined hands and go into the kitchen.

Olivia rises from the couch and admonishes them as well, “Good going, guys,” as she follows you into the kitchen.

“What?” they say in unison, looking at the only other man in the room. Jace shakes his head, looking between the two of them and taking a pull off his beer.

Walter walks into the kitchen, already apologizing as he approaches where you are sitting at the table. He takes your hand in his and holds it against his chest. It’s less what he says, and more of how he says it. He sounds genuine and he means every word. You peck him on the cheek, forgiving him. Olivia makes sure to tease you about how cute you two are.

Sy saunters in once Walter exits, placing the case of beer on the kitchen counter before opening it, removing two bottles, and handing one to you. Clinking the neck of his bottle against yours, he uncaps his and takes and takes a long pull. Taking a long look at you, he leans back and surveys your level of anger, trying to assess exactly how mad you are.

“Walter seems nice,” he starts in that fatherly tone that always gets a smile out of you. 

You shake your head and laugh despite yourself wanting to be mad at him. “You know, he actually is very nice. Just give him a chance to surprise you before you hate his guts, ok? That’s all I ask.”

“Oh, is that all? Easy peasy lemon squeezy,” he grumbles, pouting for a second. “Look, I’ll be on my best behavior like Church on Sunday if I can get some of that pot roast.” He turns those blue topaz eyes on you, and you’re putty in his hands, suddenly wishing Liv wasn’t in the room to watch that little moment. 

You rise from your seat, dishing out some of the roast and potatoes and carrots onto a plate for Sy, and place it in front of him. You light up when he closes his eyes at the first bite. His groan of satisfaction is more than enough to signal that you did a great job. But the pat he gives your knee is so warm and so intimate that your muscles instantly react to his touch, wishing it lingered for a second more.

“Liv, can Sy and I have a second to talk?” you plead, hoping that she would give you some space.

“Sure. I’ll just go back to fawning over Jace. He’s so pretty I wanna cry,” she professes, patting your shoulder as she exits the kitchen.

Your eyes follow Olivia as she leaves, and then they snap back to where Sy is sitting smiling at you. And you know this particular smile well. 

“Sy, why are you smiling at me like that? You said you would be on your best behavior and that smile is not your best behavior,” you sigh, rolling your eyes, “I know that smile got me to do a lot of things back in the day.”

“A lot of fun things come to mind,” he murmurs, bringing his beer up to his lips to drain before rising to get another and lean on the counter, “But that is not why I’m here tonight. Don’t worry, I’m only here to make sure my favorite girl’s being taken care of. I will be a perfect gentleman, even to yer old man.”

Rising from your seat, you finally open your beer and stand next to him. Taking a sip, you bump his shoulder with yours. “One question I have for you. Why did you agree to come over? I mean, you could have hung up the phone or cursed me out when I asked you over to spend time with me. At my boyfriend’s cabin. In the woods. Just saying that now makes me wonder what was going through your head.”

“Not gonna lie, I loved seeing you the other day. Even though you weren’t exactly pleased to see me, you still told me to be careful out there in the woods. Look, I like having you in my life. If that means I have you as a friend, it’s much better than not having you at all,” he confesses, and your world shatters around you when you look up into his eyes and see his sincerity.

You open your mouth to speak but the words won’t take shape and you’re left looking for the answer in his face. The eyes you got lost in a million times before. The lips you kissed every chance you got. Standing this close, you can breathe each other’s breath. If you only stood on your tippy-toes and leaned in, you’d be right−

“Am I interrupting something?” Olivia’s voice snaps you back to reality and you put some space between you and Sy. She walks in between you two to grab another beer. She gives Sy a look before turning her attention to you, “Your boyfriend’s wondering where you are, bee-tee-dubs.” She throws out her arm, gesturing for you to lead the way back to the living room instead of finishing your conversation. You miss her giving Sy another pointed stare before following you out.

The night goes on as planned, at first. You all watch a college football game, Walter’s alma mater vs their rivals, who just happen to be Sy’s alma mater. You and Sy met after college, and he mentioned having played lacrosse, but he’s never shown interest in football. Until tonight, of course.

It’s been a long time since you and Sy spent time together, but you know his temperament. And he’s off. He doesn’t look like himself either, as if he’s covering up something. With the way that Walter and Jace keep sharing looks, you see he is on their radar as well.

Olivia and Jace occupy the two loungers, so you are sitting in between Walter and Sy on the couch. How lucky! You’re in the perfect spot to listen to Sy rooting loudly for his team and making snide comments all because he doesn’t wanna sit next to you and your new boyfriend. 

Walter, on the other hand, is quiet for the most part but trembling with anger. He’s letting Sy get to him, and you can’t stand it anymore. You’re suddenly jealous of Olivia who fell asleep halfway into the game.

You unwrap yourself from around Walter and turn to Sy. “Kitchen. Now.”

He doesn’t answer and mutely follows you, taken aback when you turn on him once you’re both in the kitchen.

“What the hell are you doing? You are being such an ass. I’m trying to hold out an olive branch, but you are not meeting me in the middle, Sy,” you snap, feeling like you could spit fire.

“And why did you even invite me? To parade your new man all over me? I thought maybe we could try and be friends, but now I see all you wanna do is remind me that I wasn’t good enough for you,” Sy erupts, his voice booming and full of rage. 

“That’s not fair,” you gasp.

“All’s fair in love, Bug,” he cautions, sweat starting to drip down his forehead, “Look, I’m gonna go before either of us says something we’ll regret.” He turns and storms out of the kitchen before you can step any closer to him, but you are on his tail when he steps out of the front door.

You reach him, putting your hand on his shoulder as you try to stop him. He turns back to you, his eyes closed in a pained expression. His skin is flushed as he rips open his flannel, making it easier for you to see his Adonis belt just above his jeans. The bite mark is nowhere to be seen, having already healed. When he starts to hyperventilate, you try to soothe him by calling his name. Fast as lightning, Walter appears between you and Sy.

“Sy, you have to try and stay calm. You aren’t making this easy on yourself. Let it happen,” Walter holds his hands out, showing he means no harm as he tries to step closer to Sy. Walter starts to shift after removing his sweater and jeans.

“Back off, man,” Sy warns, feeling like he could explode with the heat beneath his skin.

“You can do this, just open your eyes,” Walter replies, before his mouth becomes a snout and talking is impossible.

But when Sy finally opens his eyes, they start to glow. His neck twists at a freakish angle, the sounds of bones crunching has you terrified. Reddish-brown fur sprouts out of his skin as his hands stretch into clawed paws. His confused screams are horrifying. Jace’s booming voice is talking over his cries, talking him through the transformation. 

Doubling over, Sy grunts in agony as he falls on all fours. Letting out a howl, his jeans fall away as he transforms for the first time. You scream, taking a step back when he sniffs the air and he takes one step toward you. 

Sy paces back and forth in front of Walter, seeming to weigh his options. Walter’s wolf form stands an inch or two taller than Sy as he puts distance between you and the new wolf.

Just as the tension is insurmountable, a throat is cleared, and you all look to see Jace standing in the driveway. Nonchalant, but his eyes keenly take in the scene in front of him as he nods at Walter. Olivia is at Jace’s side, dumbfounded by what she is witnessing. When she notices that rumbling sound coming from Jace is him growling, she throws away fear in place of curiosity.

The two wolves are kicking dust up with their feet, squaring off until Jace steps a bit closer to back up his brother. Sy had a chance of maybe beating Walter. But a new wolf up against two bonded brother wolves? No way in hell. 

You step in between the three of them. Holding out your hands, you plead with them not to fight. Walter’s nose nudges at your legs and he huffs in Sy’s face. Walter shifts back, picking up his jeans to put back on, and crossing his arms across his massive chest.

Walter and Jace move closer to Sy as he snarls at them until he sees you, clinging to Olivia. Tears fall from your eyes and something inside of Sy breaks. Looking to you, he can see the fear on your face and you wonder if that is what causes him to want to shift back into human form. The two brothers talk Sy down, telling him how to return to human form.

Once his bones have settled and the whining howls stop, Sy is in the fetal position on the lawn. Shivering, sweaty, and scared. His clothes are ruined, but you think you remember seeing a blanket in the truck bed earlier. You ask Olivia to get the blanket while you caress Sy’s face. 

Once the blanket is around his middle, you accept help from Walter to lift him up. Sy uses his last ounce of energy to push Walter away. 

Coming back to himself, Sy refocuses his anger on Walter. “This has nothing to do with you. Gonna need you to step aside,” Sy fumes, cranky from the changes he doesn’t understand he’s going through.

“That’s just not gonna happen. Maybe if you weren’t trying to move in on what’s mine, I’d be sorry for what I’ve done,” Walter seethes, “After all, I’m the one that bit you.”

You and Sy are both in a state of shock but for different reasons. Sy just found out werewolves are real, and your boyfriend just referred to you as “what’s his'. 

“You did this to me?” Sy’s rage peaks.

“Hey, hey. Focus on my voice, come back. You don’t wanna do this,” you trail off as Sy calms down. 

His irises are back to their brilliant blue and you can see recognition in them. He looks tired, but he is no worse for wear.

“Can we get outta here? Go someplace we can just…talk?” Sy insists.

You think for a second about how pissed you are at Walter for being extremely callous about turning Sy, not to mention talking about you as if you were a piece of property to be owned. You turn to look back at Walter before answering Sy.

“Yeah, I’d like that,” you affirm, putting one of Sy’s arms around your neck to help him walk back to his truck. 

You watch Jace stand in front of Walter to stop him from following after you. “Let her cool off, you did just kinda refer to her as ‘what’s mine’, and generally women don’t like that outside of the bedroom.”

Olivia steps over to Walter, putting a hand on his shoulder, her expression calm and collected. “He won’t hurt her. He cares too much about her to do that.”

You get into the driver’s seat after putting Sy in the passenger side, not allowing him to drive. You caution a glance at Walter, instantly regretting looking at his mournful face. Turning the car on, you back out of the driveway and drive out to Sy’s place. 

As you drive there from muscle memory, you look over at Sy now and then. The streetlights of the town dash across his solemn face and bare chest as he sleeps. You almost don’t want to wake him when you make it to his house, he looks so peaceful and not like his life has been turned upside-down. You wake him with the back of your hand smoothing down his face. He grabs it, lost for a moment before he sees your face and where he is.

You help him get inside and suddenly feel exhausted as well. You loiter in the living room while he grabs a glass of water from the kitchen. You didn’t really plan how you were going to get back to Walter’s cabin tonight. And if you’re honest with yourself, you don’t want to go back tonight.

Sy comes back out, gulping down water from his glass while holding the blanket low around his middle. 

“Is it okay if we wait to talk? I’m tired as hell. I’ll take the couch if that’s alright?” You ask, sitting down on the couch and starting to move the pillows.

“You’re not staying out here. You’re sleeping in the bedroom. I’ll take the couch. I’ll grab you something to sleep in,” he rattles on, moving to the bedroom as you stand from the couch and look at your feet.

Sy comes back out to the living room. He’s barefoot, shirtless, and in a pair of grey sweatpants. He just can’t help himself, you think.

“I left you a shirt and some shorts on the bed. Let me know if you need anything, alright?” he advises, using a hand on the small of your back to guide you to the bedroom.

You laugh when you see Sy left you his Mötley Crüe shirt. While putting on the shirt and the boxers, you look at the bed and you know that you don’t want to sleep alone. You don’t care that this will only further complicate your relationship, but you need to not be alone right now. Your bare feet pad across the wood floor as you go back out to the living room. 

Sy hears you and picks his head up to look at you. “You alright, Bug?”

“I don’t wanna sleep alone. I know that’s probably−”

Sy was already up and ushering you back into the bedroom before you could finish your sentence. You pull back the covers so you both can climb in. You enter first and then he slides under the blanket next to you. He lays on his back, you on your side facing away from him. You wiggle your body backward until you come into contact with his warmth. You reach back for his arm and pull it around you.

“Is this okay?” you hesitate, suddenly afraid that you’re asking too much.

“Yeah. S’ok,” he whispers, his breath fanning across your neck. If he notices the shiver that goes down your spine, you’re grateful that he doesn’t mention it.

“Good night, Sy,” you murmur, yawning at the end of your sentence.

“G’night, Bug,” he breathes.

As you drift off to sleep, you think how different you imagined this day ending. You didn’t expect to be in your ex’s arms tonight instead of Walter’s. But you did expect to be in a werewolf’s embrace. Sy’s breath evens out behind you, the rising and falling of his chest against your back is enough to lull you into a peaceful slumber.

To be continued...

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Loving Mr. Munson

Part two-

Dilf!Eddie x reader

Your now dating your Ex-boyfriend’s Father, Eddie Munson. Things are going great, and your finding out that Eddie has an insatiable appetite for you…. And pancakes

🛑 smut warning- Mature content- 18+ Minors DNI🛑

Sticky Sweet

It has been a week since that fateful day, the day that you walked through Eddie Munson’s door, heartbroken, sad- sad because you thought that after you caught his cheating Son Robbie,balls deep in the waitress from the diner down the road from your apartment, you wouldn’t ever see Eddie again. You had dated his son for years, developed a friendly relationship with the goofy, sweet, incredibly attractive Metalhead. He made you laugh, made you feel welcome, made you feel special. That day you showed up with his son’s belongings he made you cry with his sweet words, he comforted you, and then he made you cum.

What started out as a warm embrace turned into a passionate kiss that evolved into the most incredibly hot sex you had ever had. You knew you we’re playing with fire, but goddamn, it was worth the burn.

Eddie Munson, despite being 20+ years older than you, was the best lover you had ever had. He loved you slowly, thoroughly , completely, never in a rush, your pleasure was his utmost importance. He had more stamina than any man that you had ever been with, men half his age.He was giving, and holy shit, did he know how to treat a woman.

He was a gentleman, holding doors, pulling out chairs, and you loved how he would reach for your hand, take it in his and kiss your knuckles. He was sweet, and so affectionate, kissing the top of your head, the tip of your nose, nuzzling into your neck or just putting his hand on your leg as you watched a movie together. It made you feel wanted, it made you fall head over heels for him.

After your first time together he made you dinner, he cuddled you, then he fucked your brains out as promised. The man was insatiable. You spent the night that night and left later on the next day, and you wouldn’t have if you didn’t have to work the next day. You talked on the phone every night , met up for lunch mid week at a restaurant halfway between where the two of you worked and then finally Friday rolled around and you practically sprinted out the door of your workplace and went right over to Eddie’s. You couldn’t wait to see him again. You guys ordered Chinese take out ,popped a bottle of wine, got a little tipsy and attempted to watch a movie, which didn’t last long because you couldn’t keep your hands off each other. You fell asleep wrapped in his arms, the little spoon to his big spoon, his face buried in your neck.

You woke the next morning to the smell of fresh coffee brewing, and something delicious cooking. You grabbed one of Eddie’s faded Iron Maiden t- shirts, unfolded it and noticed that it was cut into a crop top, you chuckled to yourself than slid it over your head, checked your reflection in the mirror, you wanted to make sure you didn’t look like a total troll, threw your hair up into a high ponytail and padded out to the kitchen.

Eddie was cooking breakfast, happily singing away, air guitaring and flipping pancakes. He looked so sexy standing there barefoot, hair pulled back into a messy bun at the nape of his neck. He was shirtless, his toned chest and abs on full display, his happy trail visible, making your heart race, and Star Wars pajama pants hanging low on his hips. The vision of him in the kitchen was even more delicious than the pancakes he was cooking.

You snuck up behind him, slid your hands down his chest causing him to slightly jump, only because he had been so focused he hadn’t noticed that you had come out.

“ Good morning Mr. Munson. “ You whispered in his ear, giving it a little nibble, and pressing your body up against his.

“ Mmmm, good morning Sweetheart. I didn’t even hear you come out. I wanted to surprise you with breakfast. How did you sleep?”

“ Amazing. How bout you? I’m kind of a bed hog-“

He chuckled.” You were completely sprawled out, total Starfish, tits out and everything.”

“ I got toasty sleeping next to such a hot piece of ass.” You slapped his butt and he yipped.

Eddie turned off the stove ,flipped the last of the pancakes onto a plate , covered them and turned around, “ Fuck, “ he bit his lip, his eyes roaming over your body, apparently the crop top and panty combo was really working for him.” Goddamn Kitten, seeing you in my shirt, it’s doing all sorts of things to me“

“ You like?”

“ Oh, I fucking like.” He walked you backwards until he had you pushed back against the counter, pinning you. You could feel how hard he was as he pressed against you.

You placed light kisses across his chest, flicked his nipple rings with your tongue and he groaned.” Does that turn you on baby?”

Eddie threw his head back. “ Jesus Christ, did you just call me baby? THAT turns me the fuck on.”

“ How about this?” You reach down inside his pajama pants and rub your hand along his shaft. You lean in.” Does this turn you on baby, because feeling how hard you are, it’s making me so wet-“

He grabbed you by the waist and sat you up on the counter. He smirked. “ Your such a fucking tease, well guess what Darlin, it’s my turn.” He captured your lips with his, his mouth devouring you, his hands busy under your shirt, squeezing and pinching and making you moan into his mouth. He pulled away, breathing hard, pulling the tee up over your head and lapping at your breast.

“Mmmm Eddie-“

“ Does that turn you on? “ he trailed kisses between your breasts, down your stomach, he dropped to his knees infront of you . “ Spread your legs for me Princess, I’m craving something warm and sweet.”

You bit your lip and looked down at him, your breathing quickening in anticipation as he ran his hands along the inside of your thighs.

“ Don’t be shy, show me that pretty little pussy. “

You spread your legs for him and he places your legs over his shoulders then he runs his tongue along the soft skin of your inner thigh. He pulls your panties aside and licks a long lazy swipe up your slit, then goes back in to kitten lick your clit, making you squirm.” Your so wet for me, I can’t fucking get enough. Look at me Angel, can you see how badly I want you?“ He looks up at you with those big brown eyes , pupils blown with lust,the sight of him between your legs only adding fuel to the fire. He added one finger, two fingers, his tongue lapping and flicking.

“ F-fuck, Eddie, feels so, so fucking good.” You lightly grab onto his head, pulling his hair, making him groan, the vibration sending you over the edge. You involuntarily squeeze his head with your thighs, drawing him closer. It makes him moan. You felt it, the slow rolling wave of ecstasy washing over you. You grab onto the edge of the counter, bracing yourself and throw your head back. “ Ed-Eddie,” you whine, your body shaking. It takes you a moment to pull yourself together but when you do you open your eyes and see Eddie smiling up at you clearly proud of himself for making you cum so hard.

He slowly lick his lips,” Good till the last drop.” He winks at you.

You groan and smile down at him. “ Your going to be the Death of me Eddie Munson!”

“ Yeah, but what a fucking way to go.” He got to his feet in one smooth movement and wrapped you in his arms, kissing the top of your head. “Hungry Doll face?”

“ Hungry for your Cock.” You answered without hesitation. You weren’t quite done with him yet.

“ Well, we can’t have that now can we?” He leaned in close.” Tell me what you want Sweetheart, want me to bend you over this counter and bury myself deep inside you from behind? Or do you want me to fuck you up against that wall over there? Or-“

“ Take me right here Baby, please? I need more.” You tugged at his pants, his cock springing up and slapping him. “ Hard and fast, that’s what I want.”

He pulled away from you for a moment, “ I’m so fucking wound up Darling I don’t know how long I’ll last-“

“ It won’t take long baby, don’t worry. Just fucking pound me.”

He smirked at you.“ I love a lady that knows what she wants. What Princess wants, Princess gets.” He didn’t waste another second, he pulled you to the edge of the counter, pulled your panties off and plowed into you. You gasped, the sensation was incredible, the way that he filled you,stretched you.You were already so wet he glided in with ease.

“ Does that feel good Love? “ He thrusted into at a rapid pace, making your head spin. “ Is that what you wanted?”

“ Yes, yes Eddie, d-dont stop-“

“ I wasn’t planning on it Sweetheart,” He kept it up until you were both crying out in pleasure, both breathing hard and trembling.

He laid you back on the cool countertop, collapsing on top of you. He kissed your lips , your neck.“ I’m going to be in the best shape of my life, fucking you is the best workout there is.”

“ I’m happy I can help out.”

He lifted himself up off you and helped you to your feet. “ I don’t know about you but I am fucking ravenous! “

“ You just burned a million calories.” You found his t- shirt on the floor and pulled it down over your head, excused your self to use the bathroom and came back wearing a pair of his boxers as well.

Eddie had the table set, a plate of pancakes and a cup of coffee waiting for you. He sat down and tore into the stack of hotcakes. “ Dig in Sweets.” He smiled, lips glossy with sticky syrup.

You couldn’t help but smile to yourself. Just minutes ago he was looking up at you from between your thighs, eyes smoldering with lust and now he was so adorable, smiling at you with a mouthful of pancakes.

“ What?” He swallowed then paused, fork and knife in hand.” Do I have syrup on my face?”

You leaned forward and licked the sticky syrup from his lips, then sat back and winked.” Good till the last drop.”

Part 3- Clearing the air is now up!

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Fire Crotch ~ Taiga Akatora x Male Reader

Plotless smut - 18+ mdni!

Male reader! Fem readers DNI

Fuck bullies! YEAH LETS FUCK BULLIES!

Pants and moans harmonised with groans and whimpers of pleasure

Your clothes and underwear were ditched in the corner of your room - along with your boyfriend's shorts and jockstrap

With your sweaty back on the bed and your legs on your boyfriend's broad, clothed shoulders, your arms aimlessly move and grab at the pillows

Taiga's positioned above you, his bare knees holding him in place above you as he spams his hips against your ass, slapping noises joining the sounds of your shared moans

The redhead biting his bottom lip sexily as his dick fucks deep into you, your walls tighten around Taiga's cock - making the tan man whimper slightly

Every so often, Taiga would slow his pace down and move his mouth to your exposed neck, marking you as his boy as he slowly pushes his veiny dick in and out of you

With his t-shirt almost drenched in sweat, Taiga's hair matches as his red hairs stick to his forehead, the muscular man moans your name along with millions of compliments as he fucks into you

Even in moments as heated as this, your boyfriend manages to sweep you off of your feet, ensuring to let you know how much he fucking loves you

Your dick twitches from Taiga's thick dickhead drilling against your prostate - the man hissing above you as he bites his lip, the pleasure of your warm, tight walls getting to him

"Ha... Hey, babe... Mind switching positions real quick?" Taiga stutters out, litterally about to cum from even 3 more thrusts of his muscular hips

"Haha... sure, handsome~" you say, giggling at your boyfriend's courtesy, bringing your hand up to his face and giving it a squish

The two of you kiss softly for a moment as Taiga ever so slowly pulls his thick cock from your desperate hole

You let the red-head manhandle you into the position he wanted you in - a simple Doggy to finish with some might

With your back arched, your sensitive nipples on your soiled duvet, and your ass up in the air, Taiga fixes his manly hands on your hips

With one smooth thrust of his manly hips, your boyfriend fucks his dick all the way inside of you

Taiga starts hitting it from the back, litterally spanking your ass as the waves of immense pleasure take Taiga over - letting out hos meaner, very horny side

A fast pace is set, Taiga fucking you fast and hard, pulling your hips to crash against his as he moans sexily

If only you could see your sex symbol of a boyfriend in that moment...

Taiga's hair was stuck to his forehead, his muscles were all flexing as he pounded into you - a horny, smug grin on his face

His pearly, sharp whites showing as the man had his tongue out, holding it to his top row of teeth in the most confident and sexy way imaginable

As Taiga pounds his hips against your ass, his loose balls dangle beneath his cock, saggy and boiling, storing cum ready to be shot inside of you

His red, thin pubes push softly against your ass, slightly tickling you every millisecond as Taiga grinding his hips into you at light speed

As the two of you got closer and closer to your respective orgasms, both your moans and Taiga's became louder in volume

Your dick was dangling beneath your hips, twitching desperately to shoot out your spunk

With even more might than before, Taiga moves his hands up to your waist, gripping you even tighter as he fucks into you with a new vigour

Your voice starts to break as your moans become wilder, your hands gripping for dear life onto your pillows

Your body starts to twitch eratically as you cum, waves of pleasure crashing over you as your vision fades in and out - your mind devoid of thoughts, only the intense yet very delightful feelings of your orgasm filling your brain up

The vice-like grip of your tight asshole is what then pushed Taiga over the edge - his hips locking within your ass like a perfectly fitting puzzle

The harmony of your moans and your boyfriend's hisses, groans, and sexy moans fall so beautifully on both your ears and his

The scene looks, smells, sounds and feels like a porno - the bed underneath you soiled with your sweat and a lot of your off-white cum

You can feel Taiga's cock pump your hole full of his hot jizz in great detail, your gummy walls so tight that your can feel each vein on your boyfriend's cock

"Ha.... heh heh.... Fuck, babe... you're too damn good" Taiga chuckles, giving your plump cheek another slap as he pulls out of you

"Haaa.... ditto to you~" you mumble, still obviously high off of the vibes and your earth-shattering orgasm

The redhead laughs at your state and gently lowers you to the bed, making sure to avoid the wet patch of your cum

Taiga kisses the nape of your neck and smells your hair, the scent of your sweat amplifying your scent - driving the man crazy

"Y'know I fuckin' love you right, (y/n)?" Taiga whispers, his breath very hot and his voice evidently raspy

"Hmhm~ Yeah, I can't get enough of it~" you chuckle, playfully running your finger up and down your boyfriend's pecs as you flutter your eyes between his muscular chest and his deep red eyes

"I love you more, though... fire-cracker~" you convey the romantic message, unable to stay completely serious and teasing your taller boyfriend in turn

The two of you mindlessly chat, whispering sweet nothings as you kiss and giggle

Taiga runs his fingers through your hair, his eyes wandering tour face with such love and admiration

"Y'know, I really regret... being such a dick to you guys back at camp..." Taiga mumbles, his face darkening slightly as his giddy smile drops, his hand still playing with your hair

"I know, babe. I wouldn't be in bed with you right now if I wasn't certain you weren't a raging cunt anymore" you chuckle, making the redhead laugh along with you - running your finger gently across the man's scar

As the uncomfortable feeling of drying cum and sticky sweat settles in (Taiga still in his sweat drenched top) you sit up with aim to wash up

But sitting on one side of the bed, your boyfriend laying half naked on your bed still daydreaming of you, a thought occurred

You turn your head to Taiga - "Ready to go again, fire-crotch?~"

A smug smile on your face, calling your boyfriend the one name you know gets on his nerves (but secretly turns him on like hell)

And once those words leave your mouth, the muscular man is already sitting up on his knees and removing his sweaty t-shirt with one, tan hand

Within seconds, Taiga had sat up against the bedframe, pulling you onto his lap - his hands comfortable on your hips as the redhead looks up lovingly into your eyes

The two of you make out for a few minutes, desperate for each other once more as your dicks harden back up very quickly

With your hands resting on your boyfriend's chest, you continue to kiss Taiga passionately - his warm tongue toying with yours in a sort of dance

Eventually, Taiga makes his way down your neck and to your perky nipples, his mouth fully covering your buds as he bites and licks and sucks in them

You whimper from the feelings, one arm moving around Taiga's neck, your head falling onto his strong shoulder

Quietly moaning against his neck as the redhead teases your nipples, you decide to try and fight back - gently nibbling at Taiga's neck

Both of you start moaning gently against the others skin, your mouth creating soft pink and purple marks of your boyfriend's tan skin

As Taiga moves his face away from your body to relish his work, he chuckles at the perfectly circular bite marks around your nipples

You also take a look at your work, the possessive marks on your boyfriend's neck turning you on even more

It was a late night for the both of you, but man did you two sleep so damn good after fucking like literal bunnies

#gay #male reader #x male reader #fanfic #gay smut #mlm #bottom male reader #bottom reader #camp buddy x male readers #camp buddy imagine #camp buddy x male reader #camp buddy x reader #camp buddy #taiga akatora #taiga akatora x male reader #taiga akatora x reader #taiga camp buddy #x male reader smut #male reader smut #mlm ns/fw #gay ns/fw #x m!reader #gay male reader #uke male reader

[dollya-robinprotector]

Hello !

What are your thoughts on a Houseki No Kuni au of the DOL characters ? Whitney and Sydney would likely be diamonds . However, it would be funny to imagine Whitney as something below 5 hardness ..

Just some musings

oooooohhh you are asking the right person because I freaking love HnK lol. I never thought about it but surely Whit as something below 5 is truly hilarious

I personally think Sydney as something similar to Rutile is funny too, they're hard and can fight, but prefer to stick with paperwork and fix other gems when they're broken. When they have to fight thou, ho boi, they're scarier than Moonies or even Sensei.

Kylar can be none other than obsidian to me, they're obsessed with making blades and so eager to fight. They break pretty often thou and prefer to fix themselves if they can help it cuz they hate both Syd and Robin lol. They wanted to be PC' partner, if they couldn't they would act alone. Their ahoge is often missed when everyone collects their shards, so they always come back to that location later and find it by themselves.

And Robin, even though they're pretty hard they're clumsy and often break their partner while fighting too, so they step back and prefer to be a somewhat collector/nurse. They help out around the school and try not to be a burden, and nobody thinks they are a burden. But deep inside they always feel somewhat guilty because harder gem like they should be out fighting, not their partner PC.

PC as Rhodochrosite is my personal fav. In my language, Rhodochrosite is often called "Pink Flowers Stone", and it easily fades its color. But they're eager to fight too, and because they're so soft they often break pretty bad so their partner Robin have to fix them. "Gems with low hardness like me have nothing but courage." and then they're captured by Moonies and leave their partner Robin, heart-broken and shattered by themselves LOL.

Whitney is still a meanie, a standoff fish, foul-mouthed, maybe like Bortz, so they prefer to act alone and don't want any partner. They hate hibernation too. They think every other gem is weak and soft and not worth fighting alongside them, but really I think maybe they had captived partners before so they don't wanna lose anyone dear to them anymore. I think would be fun if they secretly enjoyed the moon pups and tried to sneak one away to keep as a pet. Think about it.

#degrees of lewdity #dol #hoseki no kuni #dol pc #robin the orphan #whitney the bully #sydney the faithful #kylar the loner #dollya art #dollya ask #fun fact: I learnt how to draw shoes by this manga

[ataraxiaspainting]

The Swan.

Yan Feitan x F Reader.

Synopsis: You can’t believe your eyes. He came back for you, or you at least think that is him, from the silhouette of the shadow coming down the stairs.

Warnings: Yandere themes, violence/some gore, kidnapping, a mention or two of Chr*llo, implied body transformation (not on the reader), implied cannibalism, minor character death, and manipulation.

Word Count: 2.6k.

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Bad Things by Cults

Mastermind by Mindless Self Indulgence 

“The healthy man does not torture others.” – Carl Jung

*~*~*~*

The machete in your hands, underneath the cold running water of the sink’s faucet, looked like an amalgamation of silver coins or chains glued together and attached to a metal pole. You would have thought as much too, if the man looking over your shoulder was not there, if your glasses hadn't been shattered on the ground by his boot. He would make you clean the mess up later most likely, with a dustpan and broom you could hardly see regardless of whether it was night or day. He always made you clean up around here in some way, this moment you somewhat expected because of that, but you hadn’t because there was blood on it.

Even though it was so dark, because it was nighttime and your captor hadn’t bothered buying any sort of lamp or another possible source of light, you could still clearly see the crimson combining with the clear water and soon fading away into the drain. He made you touch it too, so you could clean it properly.

The blood was so much stickier and thicker than the water, so much warmer, with a smell that lingered in the air, and little droplets of it clinging to the very walls of the sink, desperate to not dissolve.

Feitan didn’t kill whatever poor unfortunate soul was locked in the basement in front of you. You suppose that was somewhat a mercy on his part. But the blood on the machete was still fresh and not dried up, as was the blood on his jacket. The sight of him coming up the stairs, the large blade behind him thumping with every step and staining the rotting wood, is a sight you will never forget.

“Make sure it is fully clean.”

The way he spoke made you jump a bit, leaving something akin to a snicker leaving his covered mouth. He never talked really to you, only communicating with a hmph here and a swift pull of your ear there. If you were disobedient he would usually break a finger or slam your head against the wall until there were bruises all over your face. Him breaking your glasses, though, was something that you did not expect. Perhaps you were sort of asking for it because no successful escape results from trying to poison a captor with a lethal amount of sedatives when it was clear the captor in question was beyond anything human.

The mug of watery black coffee was still in the back of the so-called kitchen, cracked open from Feitan throwing it onto the table in a fit of absolute rage. 

Maybe you should have thought first as to whether or not he would have noticed that his medical cabinet was broken into because you didn’t lock it back up.

He hurled insults at you, deeming you foolish, before striding towards you with haste. 

In a swift motion, he snatched your spectacles from your face and forcefully discarded them onto the ground. He then proceeded to ruthlessly trample upon them. In countless ways, you were his complete antithesis. Spontaneous, driven by emotions... utterly vulnerable. On most days, you obediently abide by instructions, rarely daring to challenge them. Or, at least, you have learned not to, the lesson of absolute submission was drilled into you faster than any hammer or screwdriver would.

You inquire with a tone of utmost innocence, or at least with the greatest semblance of innocence that you can summon.

You still hold onto hope that Robert will come back for you, with police or weapons or at least a concrete escape plan. Even if Feitan’s movements and behavior were far from any ordinary human, surely a bullet to the head would still be enough to kill him or be enough to restrain him.

It's hard to decide which is more disheartening: the ceaseless anticipation and longing for even the slightest indication of Robert's return to save you, despite the passing months, or Feitan's relentless assurance that nobody will come to your aid.

There is still a cuff on your ankle, a reminder of the chain in the basement from many moons ago. It took a lot of work, but you finally got out of there after earning yourself a stool to sit on, warm microwaved dinners instead of frozen ones, and once even a book. Stephen King's Misery, the irony not lost to you, the pages slightly wet when it was first given to you, as well as the signature on the front of the cover.

Anastasia Tayegg, it said, though the ink was bleeding out and making the white as snow page a burnt silver. The book, the air, everything, is thick with the stench of decay and sewage, it lingers in your nose and clings to your throat. The foul odor is acrid, sharp, and overpowering, overwhelming all other senses. It creates a thick atmosphere in the air, something that is almost tangible in its potency. It is a sickening smell that clings to the nostrils and coats the throat in a foul film. The smell is rancid and vile, something that causes an instant reaction of disgust and revulsion. 

*~*~*~*

It is dark and dingy, with only the faintest gleam of light that seeps in through the tiny little cracks of the shattered glass lantern attached to the ceiling. The walls are thick and damp, and the stone that composes them is cold and damp to the touch. The room is filled with a musty scent of mold and rot, a combination of dampness and decay. The air is stagnant and the place feels very claustrophobic. The air seems to shimmer from the moisture that hands in it and it seems like a very quiet and very dead place.

At least it would have been very quiet and very dead, if not for the rotting corpses in the chairs, the blood that stained the walls and floor, and your quickened, panicked breaths, cries, and talks you have with yourself. The talks are about anything; your former life, Robert, water… you would talk about anything if it meant you weren’t alone with your thoughts and your mind.

The once shiny links of the chains on your wrists have now lost their brilliance and luster and are coated with a thick layer of rust which has seeped through between the metal links, causing them to grow stiff and rigid. They no longer move freely across the flesh that holds them captive, and they dig into the flesh, causing the pain to radiate deep into the body. The chains are heavy and the rust acts like sandpaper and chafes at your wrists.

Your hands have been bound and have been trapped for what feels like ages and the skin around the wrists has turned red and inflamed. The air is damp and heavy, a thick layer of stagnant moisture that has settled around you; your throat is dry, and your stomach is hollow. You haven’t had anything to eat or drink in what feels like forever. You are alone and in pain, your hands bound and the cold metal cuffs digging into your wrists, and you can’t do anything but stare blankly into the dark around you and just hope and pray that Robert will come back for you.

As you stare blankly into the dark, a single tear slides down your cheek. You can’t help but let the fear and desperation flow through you. With every passing second, you grow more and more afraid for yourself and for Robert, desperately wishing he would come back for you.

As the moments stretch to hours, you begin to fret over the idea that something may have happened to Robert, desperately praying that he returns, and soon. He is the only thing keeping your spirits alive and the reason for you to keep going. It is hard to stay hopeful, but you don’t give up on Robert, his strength and bravery are what keep you going. Despite your leg being infected and all the pain you are going through, you are praying and hoping he returns and comes to save you.

You know that he will do anything and everything he can to get you out of this place, out of this hell.

You trust him, you know that he can and will do it. You just need to hold on a little while longer, just a little bit more patience, and he will come for you. The only reason he didn’t bring you with him is just because of your leg, right?

You hear someone coming down the stairs, slowly, growing louder with each step. They seem impossibly loud and echoey in the cold damp air, and the rustling sound of clothing scraping along the walls seems to amplify the sound tenfold. 

It seems like the footsteps are taking forever, and that they are just getting louder and closer, as if whoever or whatever is coming is dragging their feet with every step, making it that much more intense. But you know who is coming down, the only one you ever see alive anymore, down here, in the dark. You are not scared of being alone, not anymore, you are scared of having unwanted company.

The man who locked you and Robert down here, after you two begged him for shelter from the rain, without even really using his strength. 

The man has a face reminiscent of a demon’s. His wide grin is filled with malice and cruelty, with sharp teeth that seem more like fangs. His narrow eyes are cold and predatory, always analyzing and always scanning his surroundings, you most of all, for your horrified facial expressions. He moves with a natural grace and an easy, casual manner, but under that exterior is a terrifying presence and a ruthless personality that is not afraid to kill or hurt someone without a second’s hesitation. The cuts and bruises all over your body are concrete proof of the latter.

“Perhaps there is still some use for you.” He steps closer, on the cracks of the floor below. “I don’t mind having an assistant.”

*~*~*~*

Ever since Feitan claimed you as his “assistant,” he imparted numerous teachings upon you. Among them, you discovered that the human body possesses an astonishing resilience, enduring unimaginable pain without succumbing to death. Even those who are deprived of limbs, eyes, and tongues persist, their existence marked by incessant torment, their pleas for respite falling on deaf ears. Regrettably, mercy is simply not within his repertoire. But something you have learned more than anything is that Feitan has made you a murderer.

Sometimes you were the one that did the finishing blow, with blood-soaked, shivering hands. Feitan seemed happy then, patting you on the head as a reward for a job well done. An act of fondness. Sometimes you told yourself it was for the better good, because to disobey Feitan meant a fate akin to a death sentence. Sometimes you told yourself that you had no choice and that your body may as well be a puppet on a string. 

Both things you told yourself were bad enough and simply brought worse things in you. You are just like him at the end of it all.

You almost like killing them. You almost like killing them because for the first time in months or years or however long you have been held captive in that basement, you feel the presence of power.

You are both repulsed by the reality of it and also thrilled by the sense of control it gives you. The feeling of power and control is intoxicating, an adrenaline rush that you never expected, and yet it seems to call to you all the same. It is a thrill to you like you have never known, akin to nothing you have ever experienced before. It is a twisted sense of pleasure and satisfaction you get by taking the life of someone else, and yet you cannot help but feel guilt for that same pleasure.

What would Robert think?

…

The dinner table is set up with the most care you think Feitan could ever show to an inanimate object that was not his knives or swords. Not that it was ever used in the first place, as you usually ate alone in your bare-bones room, the only place where you sometimes had any privacy. There were a few napkins and a water bottle in front of you, with Feitan’s side having the same. The difference was while you had plastic utensils, your captor had real, metal ones. If you didn’t know better by now, you would have been tempted to take his knife and stab it into his jugular. But you do know better now, so you don’t try to do such a foolish thing anymore. You would not get far anyway. In the end, maybe you would be the one who gets hurt. That is what usually happens anyway, whenever you act out of line. 

“Well? Does it look okay?” Feitan asks, his eyes gesturing towards something in the center of the table, something that looks like a larger rotisserie chicken in a bed of plastic and aluminum foil. Steam comes out of it along with the smell of cooked poultry. You wonder where Feitan got it from because he certainly does not know how to cook if the microwave dinners and chips you are always given mean anything. Not that you would say anything about it. You would rather not get on your captor’s bad side, his temper was already as explosive as it was. You were just happy to finally be eating something new for once.

“Yeah.”

“Which part do you want?” At his seemingly normal question, you point to the breast. You always liked that type of meat over thighs and drumsticks because they have much less fat. Much more delicious, in your opinion. “Hmm. Why?” 

Of course, you have to explain yourself. There is never a moment when you don’t have to. Whether that would be what your favorite vegetable is to why you dislike bugs. He once put a centipede on your forehead as you slept and you screamed as loud as the people Feitan tortured in the cellar. 

“Less fat and less likely to fall apart completely.” 

Seemingly pleased with your answer, he grabs his knife and starts cutting, soon placing a large piece on your paper plate. He hated doing dishes, and so you always were forced to do them. As much as Feitan loves getting his hands dirty with organs and blood, soaked bread crumbs were too much for him. You kind of found it funny. Not that you would ever tell him, you don’t want to be hit in the head and called stupid again. 

“Enjoy your food.” It sounded sort of like a threat, like an order to enjoy this moment as much as you can. You would prefer anything to microwaved pudding mixed with dethawed that was reminiscent of a forbidden fifth state of matter, more unholy than plasma. 

So, you do.

“How is it?” Feitan is simply poking at his plate, it was ironic since whenever you refused to eat he called you ungrateful and threw you in the basement for an hour or two. 

“Good.” You don’t know if his smile widening was a good or bad thing.

“I got it from a friend.”

“That’s… nice.”

“He helped me hunt him down himself.”

He?

You accidentally drop your fork onto the floor, the sound making you jump slightly. You bend down to pick it up, as you do not want Feitan to throw your plate out for making a mess again. 

…It is best not to think about it too much. 

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[stone-stars]

Transcript:

Murph: Uh, suddenly you guys see, uh, over your shoulder while you're talking to this Dragon Turtle, uh, you see this old sea hag, hunched-backed and blue-skinned. She's got long, stringy hair like seaweed that sticks out under a cloak, this patchwork fabric of sewn together rags. She cocks her head and smiles at you with rotten, yellow teeth, and suddenly [snaps] you guys are cuffed at your ankles and your wrists with dimensional shackles. Caldwell: O--Oh. Jake: No. Murph: These gold chains covered in runes that crackle with energy any time you move. Uh, and the sea hag is suddenly over your shoulder. She went from smiling at you to suddenly at the edge of this island. Beverly (Caldwell): You don't look like you have any Werther’s Originals, and that worries me. Sea Hag (Murph; old woman, exaggerated): Hah! I don't! Yer all gonna come with me! Beverly: What do you want? What is it you desire from us? Sea Hag: Shut the fuck up! Murph: --she smacks you. Beverly: Oh! Hardwon (Jake): Ohhh, dear. Sea Hag: Alright, yer all comin' with me! Murph: You see two more arms burst out of her chest and she grabs each of you by the back of your necks. You are powerless to stop her as she drags you off towards one of her huts. But, on the wind, you catch the faintest hint of baby's breath and lavender. Caldwell: Wait a minute. Jake: Ho-ly shit. Murph: … and that's where we'll end our session! Jake, yelling: No wait! Caldwell: No! Nonono! You can't! Jake: Let me in the hut! Caldwell: (distressed) Dimensional shackles! Oh no! She's in another plane! Aaaaugh! Emily: (conspiratorial) A-lan-is~ Jake: You--you d--we're not ending this episode. We're still playing. Murph: (laughs) Let's finish this episode though. Let's wrap it, then we'll keep playing. Jake: Fine. Caldwell: Okay. Okay. Okay. [Clip cuts forward. Emily is laughing.] Murph: And tweet about the show using hastag naddpod that's N-A-D-D-P-O-D! Everyone, as the end music fades in and Jake sings increasingly faster than the group: We are we are! The youth of the nation! Jake: 'cmon! Everyone, speeding up: We are we are! The youth of the nation! Jake: Perfect, we got it, let's record another episode! Emily: Go go go! [Laughter as their voices fade out and the music fades in.]

#naddpod #bahumia #reveal of all time <3 #emily axford #brian murphy #caldwell tanner #jake hurwitz #naddclips #i love how much jake rushes the outro

[monkiesimp]

Hello! Could you write up pining scenarios for MK and Macaque with an easily-flustered reader, where both parties think that the other person isn't interested in them even though it's really obvious that it's mutual, and one day, one of them just blurts out that they like the other person?? Ty!! And have a nice day!! ^v^

Mk:

- He never ever minds that you get flustered so easily, not at all, he doesn't really try much to fluster you because honestly even though it's cute he doesn't really care all that much

- Man just wants to spend quality time with you

- He really loves you and he kinda worries you don't like him back, your withdrawn personality makes it a bit difficult for him to tell whenever you like having him around or not

- He does sometimes sometimes worry over it, but that's just his anxiety talking

- You sometimes worry too that you messed up something with how easily flustered you get, you just go in your room, lay on your bed with your head buried in your pillow wondering WHY THE HECK DID YOU SAY THAT??

- Then you'd start thinking of Mk all day and how kind and nice he is, making you blush so badly, THE DAMN CUTIE JUST WON'T GET OUT OF YOUR HEAD!

- Mk really invites you everywhere, maybe on the flower fruit mountain with Wukong and Macaque (he's trying to get them to befriend each other), or game nights with Mei, he invites you everywhere because you're his second closest friend

- And he mostly always brings someone along too because it's fun when there's more people around

- So you are a bit surprised when he invites you to the summer festival alone, just the two of you, he said that he wants to separate from the group a little to spend more time with you

- The whole crew is going and yet he wants to be alone with you??? Your heart nearly jumps out of your chest

- Once at the summer festival, Mk is holding your hand after some time, he holds it throughout the entire time and doesn't let go unless you want to

- But you don't complain, you like the gesture

- Both of you have fun as he shows you around, you never felt happier and seeing that smile of his is enough to make your heart flutter with warmth

- Even so there seems to be a almost... Intense atmosphere in the air? It's pretty usual for you to be flustered, but surprisingly Mk was too

- He was a lot more closer than usual as well, more caring and giving you sweet smiles, it makes your heart melt

- He also seems like he wants to tell you something but always hesitates and ends up not saying it

- His sweet gestures confirms your love for him once more, though you doubt he likes you back. After a while you just began thinking of just telling him you love him and face the consequences

- Basically both of you idiots are thinking the same thing yet you refuse to speak

- In the end, once the fireworks start both of you just blunt out at the same time that you like each other which you are surprised by

- The surprise immediately fades off though and you two laugh. Inside you felt really relieved your feeling are returned, that was definitely the best night of your life you won't be forgetting for a while...

Macaque:

- You don't really mind Macaque all that much but he does enjoy distracting you from your work and messing with you, just bugging you when he's bored

- He doesn't do it all that often, he just likes getting reactions out of you and when he found out how flustered you are, oh ho, he found a better target

- Still he wouldn't do it all the time, just sometimes, seeing you so red and flustered makes him feel very different than from what he felt when he used to bug you, his heart feels warm and fuzzy when he sees you all shy and... Oh. Is he in love?

- Course, since he has six ears, he can definitely feel when your heart starts beating loudly or when your breath hithes and becomes a bit uneven, but since you have anxiety and are like that with nearly everyone it's hard for him to tell whenever you like him or not

- He just wants to find out, he hopes you like him back and he begins to worry that he's being a jackass to you, it's just his way of flirting... He's not used to being affectionate to show love like others might be.

- Yeah, he does love to cuddle, most people do but he's a bit embarrassed to just ask you that, he'd rather it happens accidentally, he doesn't want you to see how much he enjoys it

- ... He's definitely not good at feelings

- So he does make it seem like accidents, usually when he comes to spend the night with you and you fall asleep, he immediately changes his position on the bed and carefully cuddles you so you don't wake up

- You always wake up to him cuddling you, which definitely looks like it was an accident each time, you think that maybe he tossed in bed or something. Even so you can definitely see he enjoys it by the way his tail wags, that side of him he can't hide.

- He has to wake you up since you're definitely not a morning person, once you're awake he talks and chats with you until you feel less drowsy

- So imagine his shock when you lazily said you love him, it was quiet but he definitely catches it and his heart skips a beat

- Once he asks you to repeat what you said, you are fully awake now and so embarrassed upon remembering what you just told him

- Feeling disappointment and humiliation, you mumble another 'I love you', knowing he won't return your feelings.

- You had low hopes and you were ready for him to push you off of the bed and go to his own home, to never see you again...

- But instead his grip tightens around you and he kisses your forehead, whispering that he loves you too

- You didn't discuss it further than that, you could feel warmth and love as you two lay down on the bed cuddling, no words are needed to be spoken now that both of you know you like one another

- At least not for now, for now you just want to enjoy comfortable and warm silence

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