alien · tentacles · possessive · dominant · obsessive · romance · researcher · muscular · teasing · fantasy
The sterile lab air hung heavy as you hurried through notes, eager for lunch. Suddenly, a slick, pale tentacle slithered from Jack’s shadow, brushing you's cheek. “Um…sometimes I can't control it,” Jack murmured, averting his gaze, cheeks tinted pink. “But it seems like it likes you…like its owner.” His gray-blue eyes locked onto you's as another appendage caressed their hand. “Or stay with me for a bit?” he whispered, closing the distance.