#this has gone from unsettling to upsetting

[thatlittledandere]

This is not good for the kid. Moreover this is not fun anymore

[monstersholygrail]

Rushing Rapids

Merman x fem!reader— teasing, wild sex, creampie, aftercare, and a little teasing of cumplay

You could count on one hand the number of times your Merman Boss has let you see his Merman form. Far too busy running a highly successful company, the man doesn't often have time for a dip in the water to let his true self out to shine.

In fact, it was your job as his bodyguard to make sure he didn't come into contact with any source of water. Even the slightest drop ends up triggering his tail and he's left stuck like that for hours. And while your boss has gone through countless bodyguards to fulfill this task, you've been by far the best.

And you've lasted the longest too. You often hear his workers whispering to each other, secretly teasing him about how he must be in love with you to keep you around so long. While you didn't want to believe it, you couldn't ignore the way your heart flutters whenever it greets your ears.

But after today you're sure any feelings he has toward you are long gone. You half expect him to fire you on spot.

Today had been an important day for him as he had a lunch scheduled with an important client. All was going well until the waiter tripped, sending an entire pitcher of water to crash over him. You had been too slow, hadn't noticed the waiter fumbling nor the trajectory of the pitcher.

For a moment the world went still until your Merman Boss looked up at you with wide horrified eyes. While you were sure the horror was aimed at you, your boss was too busy wondering where he was possibly going to go. Luckily it just so happened that your place was nearby.

Now here you are, sitting on your toilet as your Boss' ginormous frame squishes into your tiny bathtub, his tail even falling off the edge and onto your floor. An adorable little pout marks his lips as he flicks at the water like he's this close to personally trying to fight it.

A part of you fears he's not only angry at the water but at you as well. Sure, you haven't been perfect at your job. You've made small mess ups here and there. But nothing like this.

"You seem upset."

Your Boss snaps his head over toward you, his pout growing impossibly bigger. If you didn't already know the question was ridiculous, his following scoff and the look on his face was plenty enough for you to get the message.

"Of course I'm upset. I just had a very important meeting fall through because a clumsy waiter forgot what even a merperson can do. Walk. And most don't even have legs."

His response stops you in your tracks, jaw dropping a little. He wasn't blaming you at all. The more you look at him the more you realize he isn't mad at you about it at all. Relief blooms in your chest, making you sit a little taller. You internally thank your boss, he should feel some of this relief too.

Without responding to his sarcastic reply you look around the bathroom in search of something that will help uplift the mood for him. As your eyes catch onto a bin in the corner your eyes light up.

Your boss is jolted from his thoughts as you suddenly dump a whole bin full of rubber duckies into the tub. All in attempts of making this feel more like a fun bath and less like a trap. But by the flat look on his face your boss is less than amused. Which you probably should've been expecting.

"Really? Rubber ducks?"

His voice shows his clear disdain for the toy but he hesitantly reaches out a hand and begins pushing it around. Almost... playing with it. Although he'd never admit that to you.

"Well, what else is there to do besides wait it out? There's not any other way to turn you back sooner?"

Your question settles between you two before something sparks in the depths of Merman Boss' eyes. His finger stills on the yellow duck toy but it drifts away in the water and it's impossible to know where it'll end up next. Something unsettling churns in your belly and you get the feeling you're not about to like this.

"Ok, so there may be something... But I can't say it out loud. Come in closer."

A lick of suspicion curls around you and your eyes narrow, appraising your boss. Though with one impatient look from him you know you won't be putting up an argument with him about it. He always ends up getting his way anyway so why not skip the foreplay?

"W-what is it? What can't you say out loud?"

The toilet rattles beneath you as you shift closer. It's the only real sound in the quiet bathroom aside from the swishing of water. Your breath hitches once you reach a certain closeness to your Merman Boss. This being officially the closest you've ever dared to be with him.

"Closer—“

"I'll do anything just tell me what you need," you interrupt, both not wanting to lose your job and giving any excuse you can to be near your boss.

Suddenly his hands are splashing out of the water and gripping onto your soft round hips. A shriek tears through you as one minute you're dry and the next you're soaking wet. And not in the good way either. You smack against a hard chest, your legs straddling the thick width of a tail, and it takes you a second to fully realize that your boss had just pulled you in.

Before you can lift your head to yell at him, his fingers pinch your chin and force you to meet his gaze. What you see in his eyes immediately silences you. The hunger burning in them leaves you gasping, sparking arousal deep in your core.

He leans in, stopping just short of your lips as they brush against each other. Your breath mingling and making you squirm on his slick tail. While you watch him stare down at your lips, waves of arousal continue to build within you.

"A human's kiss can turn me back much faster than simply waiting," he whispers softly like he doesn't want to break the tension between you.

Your body tingles with need as every fantasy you've ever dared to have about your boss dares to come to life. Every inch of you is overcome with impatience as you wriggle on his lap some more, gasping when something hard pops out from a slit on his tail.

"So why don't you kiss me?"

If possible, your Boss' eyes grow darker, the hunger inside them roaring to life as if trying to consume even him. His hold on your chin tightens like he's the one who needs to keep you still while he's shaking from his own restraint.

"Because once I start I won't be able to stop at just a kiss."

You go to ask what he means he bucks up his hips, intently brushing his rock hard cock along your clothed slit. And you immediately moan, totally unprofessional by the way, eyelashes fluttering briefly till you manage to look at your boss again.

You consider his words and what they could mean for you after this. But you want this, you've always wanted this since you first started working for the mysterious man. And it seems like he wants you just so much. So there's no need to fight it.

"Then don't stop," you reply.

Merman Boss surges forward before the words finish falling from your lips, his mouth clashing against yours. Mirroring moans vibrate between you like you're the sweetest damn thing he's ever tasted.

He presses into you as if trying to devour you, kissing you hard. Tongues fight for dominance and teeth knock together in your sheer desperation to make up for all the time you spent together not doing this.

His hand moves from your chin, caressing the skin of your cheek, and threading itself inside your hair. Ensuring you're real and that this is actually happening. Using his hold on you he molds your plump frame against his and starts rocking your core against his hard length.

"Get these off," he pants heavily, only breaking away from the kiss long enough to say that and then he's right back on you.

With a shocking amount of skill, the two of you manage to peel off your wet clothes in record time.

Both of you release strong powerful moans as your dripping cunt first makes contact with his thick girth. Every nerve in your body pulses as he takes hold of his cock and drags it through your folds, coating his length with your essence.

"You have no idea how long l've wanted this. Wanted you,” he breathes, his eyes shining with a longing that reflects your own.

"I have some idea."

Then you both moan as you sink down on his long pulsing cock, your hips buckling down on his length, taking him in hard and fast. Something ignites in your boss’ eyes and you shiver as his hands curl over your plush waist to help guide your movements.

But he has no idea how long you’ve been needing this, and it’s clear by the way his eyes widen as you start to ride him like your life depended on it. Your fingers dig into the scales on his shoulders to ground you and he hisses, his cock twitching and sliding against that special spot inside you.

With a fierce cry you start riding him even harder, every hard wet slap of your bodies meeting is aimed right for that spot, making you see stars. The water sloshes around in the tub like it’s in the midst of a raging storm when in reality it’s just you and your boss fucking each other’s brains out.

“Look at you, so perfect f’me. More than I ever realized,” your boss purrs, sounding as if he’s found the oceans most greatest treasure.

You moan loudly, your head rolling back as waves of pleasure rock through your body with every hard pump of his cock, his words only turning you on even more. Your body begins to buzz, on the precipice of something huge.

It only takes a few more pointed thrusts before you’re coming all over his cock with a ragged gasp, your body tensing before you sag against him, letting him take what he needs. And feeling your slick gummy walls clamping so deliciously on his length drives him nearly feral, his fangs flashing and his claws digging into your skin.

He moves your pussy up and down his cock, spurred on by every whine and whimper that falls from your mouth. Piercing growls slip from his own as your cunt drives him absolutely insane, he’s never felt anything better.

And he proves just that as he drives in as far as his cock can go and releases buckets of cum right into your depths, having never cum so hard in his life.

You both fall back to rest against the back of the tub, the only sound in the room being your harsh panting breaths. His hands smooth the tremors from your body, brushing up along your spine and holding you close. It’s nice and peaceful. Or is it the calm before the storm?

Because the longer he does it the action goes from soothing to arousing. And you know he can feel it too, just how much it’s affecting you. Your pulsing walls already trying to milk more from his spent shaft. And sea gods help him but it’s working.

“You know… it’ll still be some time before my tail fades. Why not make the most of it?” Your boss asks, hands sliding down to grab handfuls of your fat ass, and flexing his stomach as he rolls his hardening cock into your cum-filled cunt.

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An update on Alcohol Eyes or L.G Fuad, please 🙏🙏🙏?? Your writing gives me life!!♡

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L.G. Fuad Pt 7

Tarn x Reader

• They're staring at you, not listening. Knows it and ignores it, servos sliding down your spine where you're sprawled on your belly against his arm sleeping. Can feel your little heart beating against him as he runs down the intel on the next target on their list. And so what if he enjoys the warmth of you against him? His optics glaring out from behind his mask, daring any of them to say a word about you. His own attention dipping when you kick out a leg to slide against him with a little sound. "Any questions?" He growls, venting when Helix raises a hand. "That aren't about the organic." That hand lowers. "Good. Go."

• Watching them go, he waits until he's sure they're long gone, before gently lifting you. Almost smiling when you make a pitiful sound of protest and blink up at him. He's not sure if it's from Nickel's accidental poisoning or if you just sleep a lot, but you're warm and soft against him. "Work to do, Hyoo-min," he says, carrying you down the hall to his quarters and depositing you on his berth with your blanket, listening to you chatter unhappily at him. Pretends you're worried about him, not just upset at losing his warmth. "Behave and guard the ship," he mutters jokingly, reaching to rub a servo against your head to make you duck and fuss at him.

• Yawning, you pull your blanket up around yourself. Have no idea what it is he does, only that he comes back with glowing stuff spattered all over him sometimes. Whatever he's doing is messy. You're not sure how long he's gone, there's no way to gauge time. There's a window in his habsuite that gives you an unsettling view of empty space spangled with stars. It had been gorgeous for all of five minutes before it had started scaring you, brain wondering how thick the walls of the ship are. How much is between you and oblivion. Now you pretty much keep your back to that window and pretend it away.

• Stopping by medbay, he accepts a batch of tiny gray bars from Nickel for you and pretends to not notice when the much smaller femme smirks at him. You're still her pet. Not his. He's just socializing you. That's it. You're awake when he enters his habsuite, head lifting and baring your little teeth at him in your eerily Cybertonian smile. Though, for all he knows, it's a threat display to your kind and not friendly at all. Knows the klik you spot the little bars, smile fading as you stand and retreat a step. Venting, his optics narrow. "There's nowhere to go and you're going to eat, pet."

• Absolutely not. You're eating anymore of those things and then throwing up for hours. Pointing at them, you shake your head at him. "I'm not eating those." Swearing when he puts a knee on the berth and reaches for you to send you running to the far side only to realize there's nowhere to go. "No! Don't you dare!" Servos snag you as he grumbles and sits down, keeping a grip on you so you can't escape. Gritting your teeth when he offers a bar pinched between two servos, you twist your head away. Try to slap it out of his hand and he growls at you. Well, at least you're both mad now.

• Trying to force you to take a bite, as you struggle and kick, it stops being amusing as soon as you kick a bar out of his servos and he has to grab another. You actually think you'll get your way if you're dramatic? "You can't just starve," he growls, trying to pin your squirming form without hurting you, but you're so little and fragile. Finally giving up and mass shifting to startle a scream from you and he takes advantage and shoves the bar in your mouth. Feeling guilty when you sputter and cough, eyes watering and furious.

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Help! My serf smells like the armoury and it's making me have heretical thoughts. Part 3

Word count: ~3460

Titus x gn!afab!reader

Part 1 | Part 2

A/N - This got out of hand very quickly. I went quiet for a couple of days and here's why. This is basically just all smut… To the point you don’t even have to read the previous parts.

Titus is a thigh man, sorry I don't make the rules.

Hope you enjoy this meal.

Remember - even your most heretical thoughts can become a reality if you try hard enough.

My switch / sub Titus agenda shall be known.

I can hear the inquisition at my door.

Warnings: MDNI 18+, kinda dubcon, face sitting, piv sex (you bounce on it crazy style), lots of groping, being mean to stupid sexy Demetrian Titus.

Please let me know if I have missed any!!

You finish fixing up the helm and gently place it on the desk. You didn’t realise how long you had been hunched over, joints cracking as you stretched out.

You rest your head back on the desk staring at his helm.

Where is lord Titus? He has been gone for a while…

The chamber door opening and closing loudly jolts you awake. “My lord?” you say turning around. He stands near the small chest of drawers, in his own little world, its’s almost unsettling to see the usually alert captain like this.

You squint at him, he seems to be carrying a number of bottles. He is busy placing his new collection down scrutinising each one. They look similar to the oils and fragrances used in the baths.  

“My lord, is all well?” He turns his head eyes boring into you as he says your name.

His gaze makes you fidget nervously in the chair “Um I- I have restored your helm, it was damaged in your last deployment and I thought to fix it as an apology for upsetting you before.”

He crosses the distance between you far too quickly, his body blocking you against the desk as he reaches over to lift up his helm examining it.

Placing the helm back down he drops to his knees to be at eye level with you. “You have done a wonderful job.” His smile so warm and genuine you feel your heart skip a beat and then another when you feel his calloused hands rest their weight on your thighs.

Titus stares down at your thighs before giving an experimental squeeze, exhaling out a pensive hum before proceeding to knead the flesh under his huge palms.

“L- lord Titus?” your voice seems to snap him out of his trance.

“I’m sorry little one, forgive me but I cannot contain my happiness.” Your lords’ hands moving higher up your thighs before pulling away.

“To now know that you feel the same as I do for you, I knew I made the right decision making you my serf. The smell of your arousal has stirred reactions in me I had no knowledge I possessed.” He continued babbling on about how happy he was and the smell -wait THE SMELL OF WHAT, why is he talking about this like it is at all normal.

You are mortified.

Your lord angel is talking so excitedly about the fact he could smell how horny you were for him earlier. You’re surprised you didn’t perish on the spot.

His hand cups your face thumb rubbing your cheek lovingly, you lean into his caress melting away the shame you felt. He leans in pressing a feather light kiss to your lips, it was over as quickly as it began.

He leans back averting his gaze from you, but you don’t give him a chance to put anymore distance between you. Placing your hand on his cheek turning his head back towards you, pulling him in again for another soft kiss.

His mouth is so much larger than yours, but your lips seem to slot together perfectly. He is following your lead, clumsy at first but picking up on what makes you sigh and moan quickly.

You break the kiss feeling a lightheaded buzz and heat pooling in your abdomen.

You need more, the hand on his cheek moving to tangle in his hair, trying to tug him forward.

He chuckles. “Eager to serve little serf? Or are you just as selfish as me?”  

You are suddenly lifted into the air before being dropped onto his vast bed, air knocked out of you as you land.

Titus leans over you. “Remove this.” He says picking up the hem of your robe. You decide to tease him, dragging the fabric agonisingly slowly up your body before stopping at the apex of your thighs.

You look at him, his gaze is transfixed to your legs, blush dusting his cheeks. “Continue.” he demands, you falter inching the fabric higher to reveal your underwear, stopping again.

He decides he has had enough of your game and rips the garment off in one fluid motion.

He pushes you further into the expanse of bedding before shedding his robe and crawling to rest between your legs.

He growls. “Oh, I wonder if you taste as good as you smell.”

Hands spreading over your torso kneading and squeezing the soft flesh. He knows he is moving quickly, he remembers the chapter master’s advice to take his time and explore slowly.

Eternally grateful to have chased after the figure retreating from the armoury when he did, but in this moment, he considers the advice useless.

“My lord, please.” You don't even know what you are asking for, as you squirm, covering your face in embarrassment.

There is so much he wants to do to you, the choice is almost paralysing so he goes with his gut. 

Pulling your knees to rest on the broad expanse of his shoulders. He places soft kisses on your knee. His tongue tracing patterns on your thigh slowly working his way up towards your apex, right where you need him. 

So, so close just a little further. 

He turns his head back to your thigh overwhelming urge to worry the plush flesh between his teeth taking over as he peppers your thighs with bites. His tongue runs over them soothing the violently attacked skin.

You whine out his name bucking your hips hoping he would get the message.

He stares up at you pupils blown as his face presses against your most intimate area. He takes a deep breath in, eyes rolling back, as he let out a groan that vibrated through you.

Your own moan ripping from your throat in response. 

He moved his hands to hook over your legs keeping you in place. He took another breath, the smell is too overwhelming. 

“Forgive me for my haste, but I can’t I need to taste you.” He rasps out as he rips your underwear down your legs.

You feel hands clamping onto your hips like a vice. Your arms move to uncover your face to see what's happening when a your are pulled up right with him underneath you.

Oh, by the emperor.

Your legs instinctively tense, hands shooting down to stop him, you don't want to crush him. 

“W- what are you doing?”  You squeal.

“I am unsure of what to do. Like this you can show me your preferences, no? You don’t have to worry about causing me any harm either, little one relax.” He smirks. 

He looks so breathtaking between your legs, but you don’t like this nasty little teasing streak he’s began to develop.

Despite your valiant effort to spare his neck, with an embarrassingly small amount of effort he sits you down on his face. His tongue lay flat against your cunt. Your hips canted forward your clit grinding on the wet muscle, the whine you let out was disgraceful, but you didn't care he felt too good, his groans becoming more and more frequent.

All logical thoughts were quickly leaving your brain.  

“Please mmm move your mouth, my lord.”  He hums in response, vibrations shooting right through your core. Hands tugging at his hair he begins moving his tongue, exploring again, finding what makes you tick. Delighted when he discovers the nub that makes you grind down hard and pull his hair tighter.

He moans at the sting, the noise making you shudder above him. 

He can only think of how divine this experience is.

Especially in this position, the low light of the room pours over you features framing you in a gilded light.

Your taste is indescribable to him, he can't grasp how perfect this feels, how right, how it must have been destined. 

His lips close around your clit sucking, he is in awe of you. You beg him for more, you want him to put his tongue inside. 

He growls, shifting your hips to position himself correctly, nose now pressed firmly against your clit as his tongue danced around your entrance. Giving you the odd nip of his teeth before a deep moan vibrated through you as he slowly sunk his tongue into you. 

Slowly wiggling the appendage in further, to lap at your essence right from the source.

It stings pleasantly as you are pushed open by your Lord’s tongue. You feel the heat coiling tighter and tighter in you. 

 “T- Titus, Titus p-lease I'm - I can't.”  

Your pitiful words only egg him on to eat you out with more vigour sending you throttling over the edge with a sharp cry, clenching down on his tongue. 

Thighs clamping down around his head, nails digging into his scalp as you yank his hair. 

Your hips bucking uncontrollably as your climax tapers to its end, muscles twitching, you can't remember the last time it was this intense.

Had it ever been? 

You pull your hips away, his hands falling to his side, giving you a reprieve to kneel up.

“T- thank you my lord.” You’re breathless as you move down to sit yourself on his abs. You lean down and kiss him tasting your release on his lips, he groans against you. “You taste divine.” He rasps out hands back to kneading your thighs.

“You seem to like these a lot.” Placing your hands over his.

He hums in response. “They are the perfect fit for my hands.” 

You giggle at how happy he sounded, fingers dancing over the taut corded muscle and ports along his arms, hand stopping at his neck.

You plant feather light kisses along his jaw. His eyes fluttering shut as he stifles a groan, fingers digging into your thighs. 

Titus turns his head as you kiss the corner of his mouth trying to catch your lips. He lets out a low grumble of your name as you continue to avoid him, finally placing a sweet kiss on his lips when he seemingly gives up.

He melts into the kiss, following your lead as his lips move messily against yours. You sigh into the kiss as you feel his large calloused hands run up and down the sides of your legs. 

One of your hands move to tangle themselves in his hair again. 

Growing bolder he nips your bottom lip taking advantage of the gasp you let out to shove his tongue in your mouth. 

Before he has a chance to do much more you tug his hair pulling him back as you pull away.

A devious plan forming in your head.

He lets out a noise similar to a whimper as you sit back up. Hand still firm in his hair as your free hand travels down his body to where you are sat. His chest arching up to feel more, before you pluck his hands off of you.

His glassy, half lidded eyes find yours. “Why did you stop little one?”

You take a moment. “Did I say you could touch me, Titus?”

He lets out a frustrated whine, head knocking back against the plush bed.

He’s full of surprises, isn't he? You chuckle to yourself.

You lean in close again, lips brushing his ear. “You brought this on yourself. Have you no shame?”

You can't deny the thrill in being so mean to your lord angel and based on his squirming you weren't the only one enjoying the role reversal.  

Titus' hands were still hovering near you twitching, his nervous system going haywire. 

You let go of his hair, your now free hand rubbing circles on his neck.

Leaning your head down he closes his eyes in anticipation waiting expectantly for your kiss.

Instead, you duck your head down further, placing a kiss under his chin before you work your way down the column of his throat.

The soft gasps that leave him turning into groans as you bite down and suck at his flesh.

You look at the marks already beginning to heal as you run your tongue over the assaulted skin.

Your hands run lower squeezing at his chest, your hands look tiny squeezing at his pecs. 

You swipe an experimental thumb over his nipples, his breath hitching, you are in awe at how sensitive he is. You smirk and pinch them eliciting a shocked moan from the huge man below you.

Your hands travel wherever they please, tracing one of his ports you can almost feel his resolve snap like a band, his hips buck up with force, threatening to tip you forward. 

You slide yourself back as you kiss down his body, sitting back up when you reach the band of his loin cloth. 

You look down and can’t stop the shiver that racks through you at the sight, large bulge straining and twitching against its confinement.

You lick your lips when you see the small wet patch near the tip.

You loosen and untie the cloth removing it from him.

Fuck.

His cock slaps against his lower abdomen, a pearl of precum decorating the tip. 

It’s massive. 

You must’ve been staring for a while, as Titus leans up on his elbows “I -is everything okay?” He looks like he is struggling to form words, poor thing. 

You run the tip of your index finger from the base to tip before you wrap your hand around the head using your thumb to collect the precum spreading it over the tip.

You’re startled by the broken whine forced out of him.

“Nothing at all my L-.” “Titus, please keep calling me Titus.” He interrupts with another whine.

Oh, he likes you ruining him. 

You grin moving your hand away. “Titus, do you have any lube?” He blushes deeper, biting his lip and points over to the large collection of bottles brought in earlier. 

You can’t stifle the laugh that leaves you. “I don’t think we need that much.”

“They were gifts from the chapter master, I couldn't decide which to take so he let me take one of each.”

By the throne, you don’t have time to think about the implications of the chapter master bestowing a collection of oils and lube to his captains so they can fuck their serfs, you’re not the inquisition. 

You slide off him and the bed, legs still a little shaky as you walk to the collection, you pick up one of the larger bottles, having to rest it against your body to carry it. 

He is staring at you, cock twitching in anticipation. You toss the bottle onto the bed and climb back onto him.

Pouring a hefty amount of lube directly onto his length, he hisses as the cool viscous liquid runs down him, pooling at the base. 

“Hand.” You gesture at him.

He stretches out a hand in front of you. “Do you know what I want you to do?” 

His stare bores into you before nodding weakly “You require me to stretch your tiny hole, so you can take me.”

His vulgar words shock you again.  You pour the lube onto his out stretched hand.

Your hand returns to his cock, gathering the liquid before grabbing him at the base, noticing how thick he is when you hand is too small to wrap fully around him. 

His hips buck up.

You let go, other hand lightly swats his thigh. “No, keep your hips still.”

A short whine bubbles out of him in protest.

Ignoring him, you pull his hand to your mound. “Start with one.”

Obeying you his finger plunges into you palm pressing flat against your clit, his finger curls and digs into a spot that makes you see stars. 

“F-Fuck, good boy.” You moan out before you realise what you said, he moans in response. Repeating the motion with each eager thrust of his finger, before pushing in a second.

Your moaning as your hand starts working the lube over his length twisting your wrist, finger tips running over the veins. 

You can’t wait much longer you need him.

He scissors his fingers, loud moans tumbling out of you as you try to keep stroking him with any semblance of a rhythm.

You can see his thigh muscles tensing, is he close?

You take your hand away and are rewarded with a pathetic broken whine from your Titus.

“Please, please, I’m sorry, I need you.” You've broken him.

You almost feel guilty at the rush his begging gives you. 

“Titus, take your fingers out.” You try to sound in control, but you are just as needy as him.

He does as he’s told, his fingers instantly in his mouth sucking and cleaning every last drop of you off them.

“What do you need?” You ask, staring into his eyes as you sit yourself on his lap cunt grinding against his length. 

“Mmm, need to feel inside. AH- throne, need to fill you please." He’s teary eyed as he whines for you. 

You sit up on your knees and grab the base of his cock again lining it up to your entrance, before slowly lowering yourself onto him. 

He tenses at the feeling of wet heat against his length and let’s out a broken sob.

He uses every last bit of his sanity to stop himself from thrusting up into you.

Even with his thorough prep sinking down on his cock burns, but the building pressure in your stomach from feeling so full was too good to stop. 

By some miracle you take him down to the hilt, clit pressed firm against his happy trail.

Moaning in unison you place your hands on his lower abdomen. His eyes are transfixed to where you are joined.

You wiggle your hips making him groan, hands shooting up to grab your waist. 

You slowly grind circles against him, his moans and whimpers getting more erratic.

He is pleading for more.

You lift up slowly testing how it feels, leaving only the tip inside before dropping back down as he bucks his hips up, your cunt spasms around him, shit, it’s so deep, it feels like he’s in your throat. 

Your eyes roll back into your skull, as you begin bouncing on him as best you can.

His hips trying his best to match the rhythm you set. “Feels so good, Titus.”

Both of your loud moans complement the obscene wet sounds your bodies make. It’s a mess, the bottom of your thighs slick with sweat, lube and arousal just like his lower abdomen.

“I - I think I’m ngh close little one, ple- pleasee wan-t to finish toge- ther!” He whines out words broken by his crescendoing moans.

You move your hands to his, pulling them off your hips to intertwine your fingers.

“Me t-too.” You squeeze his hands, hazy eyes meeting your tearful ones. 

He shifts on the bed planting his feet against the mattress and thrusts up meeting you half way on every bounce. 

“Ti- Titus, it’s too muuuch. I-.” You squeal, stilling as you feel his cock press against your cervix over and over. You are thrown into an earth shattering climax, so much more intense than the first.

You think you black out for a second.

Your cunt squeezing down on him like a vice sends him hurtling over the edge, the deep moans he lets out making your abused hole flutter around him as he fucks ribbons of cum up into you. 

He holds you above him, groaning as he slips his length out of you. 

He lays with you on top of him for a little while, feeling him cum leaking out of you and drip down onto the bedding. 

He is embarrassed in retrospect at how quickly he finished and how he acted.

You on the other hand are still deep in a post orgasmic daze, barely even on this plane of existence, content to just lie face pressed into his tits for an eternity after that workout. 

He sits you up with him, you weakly wrap your arms around his neck. “You are truly amazing, little one.” He sighs out pecking you on the lips. 

You give him a blissfully stupid grin in return before nuzzling your head into the crook of his neck “I love you, my lord.” The weight of your confession not registering with you in this state.

He sits in stunned silence until he hears your small puffs of breath slowing as you fall into a peaceful sleep. “I love you too little one.” Pressing another soft kiss against your temple. 

He will think about cleaning and his duty later, right now he just wants to be here in this moment for as long as he can. 

[lifetooshortlovetoolong]

Okay so I know everyone loves our little trifecta of TLT unreliable narrators because the variances of liar/oblivious/in denial are perfect but I think the Peak Combination of all three is embodied by IANTHE in The Unwanted Guest. Oh, and sprinkle gaslighting into that mix, too.

Girlie had Palamedes forcibly enter her head and immediately just starts to absolutely warp the narrative both knowingly and unknowingly.

Oh, you want control of the body she puppeting? Well, she's gonna create a complex scenario in which a stage play is taking place in her literal mind palace where she's gonna sit here and be kissed and attended to by figments of her subconscious while you have to answer her riddles three about where Bab's body is (well, technically one riddle, but whatever).

And she seems so on-top of this narrative, which is reflected in the choice of framing the entire short as a play, a format in which plot/setting circumstances compel a character's story, not vice versa. Ianthe makes it seem as if everything is as it should be, which what “should be” is her in power/control.

And yet, the entire time this trap of her own design is happening, she has no fucking clue what she's doing. She's making the riddle shit up to throw at Pal because she doesn't know where Bab's body is, she doesn't know why she doesn't know that, and she is also scared that not knowing that means that his soul is ultimately hers now. Not to mention the fact that Pal is metaphorically breathing down her neck to take control. She lies, she's oblivious, and she's completely in denial, all to save her own skin.

And so this perfectly lit (or should I say gaslit) scenario of the play comes crashing down around her as the core realities of Ianthe's psyche and soul are deconstructed by Pal. The attendants are gone, the coffins are empty, and Ianthe is left alone on stage while Pal leaves the auditorium altogether when he's figured her out. Her narrative power, in all its lying, obliviousness, and denial, is literally wrenched from her by him leaving the space she's shaped her truth in. It's an absolutely banger choice.

All this to say, Ianthe is the true neutral of unreliable TLT narration. Yes, she does know she's being unreliable, but she has no clue why and that's as intriguing as it a little unsettling and upsetting.

[veryberryjelly]

gone to shit

pairing : jake peralta x fem!reader

prompt : "can i have one more hug?" "aw, babe you don't have to ask, c'mere..."

𝐧𝐚𝐯𝐢𝐠𝐚𝐭𝐢𝐨𝐧

your day had been going too well for it to continue.

you had gotten to your local coffee shop before it got too busy, gotten up to the bullpen without getting catcalled by some jackass outside and you and your boyfriend were the only ones in the office which was nice.

it was quiet and the first 30 minutes your day was spent sat opposite jake just talking until your friends and colleagues filtered in through the elevator.

and then everything came crashing down.

multiple people in the holding cell caused the bullpen to be filled with noise which was unsettling.

the coffee you had gotten this morning spilled over your desk and your lap.

your phone had died half way through a conversation with your sister and you knew she wouldn't appreciate it seeming like you hung up on her.

and you had misfiled some evidence and had to talk to holt to fix it.

you hoped he would be in a good mood so this wouldn't end up with you getting reamed out.

unfortunately that was not the case.

while he didnt yell you could sense the annoyance & slight disappointment in his tone as he told you do leave so he could deal with it.

and you did leave.

but instead of heading back to your desk you went to the evidence lock up, heading towards the back corner and sinking down onto the floor, the cool surface bringing you out of your head very slightly.

but it wasnt enough to stop the hot burning tears from falling from your eyes.

this wasnt something you should be getting so upset about, there were people in the world that had it a lot worse than you and here you were crying over the tiniest things.

just because they had happened in quick succession it felt so overwhelming.

you were way too in your own head to notice your name being called quietly into the room.

it was only when you saw a set of shoes infront of you that your attention was pulled from the spiralling thoughts in your head.

your hands instantly lifted to wipe at your cheeks to try and pass it off like you weren't crying.

" woah woah, hey. what's wrong, babe? "

the sound of jake's voice did not relax you as much as usual.

you shook your head, trying to shake off this awful tightness in your chest but that did nothing to calm jake's worry.

he crouched down beside you momentarily before sitting down next to you, knowing that his gaze on you could overwhelm you even further.

his arm dropped to around your shoulders and your head instantly dropped down onto the soft fabric of his hoodie.

" you wanna tell me why you're hiding in the evidence lock up ?" he asked, his fingertips running over the fabric of your shirt.

" everything was just going so well this morning and then i spilled my coffee, the holding cell is so full of jackasses, my phone died and then i misfiled some evidence... it all just went to shit "

his small motions on your shoulder were calming you slightly but not by much, your shoulders were still shaking and you couldnt bring yourself to take a full breath.

jake didn't reply for a few moments but his fingertips kept tracing shapes over your shoulder.

" ok, well these are all easy fixes. rosa has a charger in her desk she'll let you use, the holding cell is thinning out really quickly and you left a spare pair of jeans at my apartment a couple days ago and i brought them to give back to you, so you can change into those. "

how he managed to solve all of your problems so quickly you'll never know, but you were just so grateful.

you turned your body further into his, smiling softly when he wrapped his arm tighter around you and pressed a short kiss onto the top of your head.

" thank you "

" you're welcome, babe " he said quietly.

both of you remained sat on the floor of the evidence lock up for a couple more minutes before jake moved to stand and lead both of you back to the bullpen.

before he could take you outside you pulled him back by his hand, a soft and playful pout resting on your lips.

"can i have one more hug?" you asked, tilting your head back to look up at him.

a grin spread across his face.

"aw, babe you don't have to ask, c'mere..."

you quickly closed the two feet between the two of you and wrapped your arms around his torso, your head buried against his chest.

another 5 minutes were spent surrounded by weapons in boxes just hugging your boyfriend.

but when you returned to the bullpen, everything seemed a little bit better

[alexanderlightweight]

Wednesday! It's my 1st time hitting the Ask button ever so... Anyway! More of the Cider-verse please?

oh!! welcome and i'm glad you did! hello <3 whether new to my page or just to asking, i hope you have a good time and enjoy! last bit of this verse here. this is after Alec has sent Jace and Izzy and Clary through to the Clave and had to also submit the paperwork that transferred Jace's punishment of mundane endangerment. and runing someone without permission.

<3 lumine

the choice of hope

Alec needs a break.

That’s the only thing on his mind.

He needs a moment to safely unwind and relax in his husband's arms and presence and then he steps into the loft. The air is heavy, not with magic but with energy and Magnus, who looks as perfect as when Alec left, is clearly unsettled.

“What’s wrong?” He asks, voice soft and gentle and the pressures of his rank and responsibilities fade away.  Because here and now, nothing is more important than Magnus.

And everything changes because Magnus is upset.

That much is clear and he’s pacing with the kind of tension that has his spine so rigidly tight that it will inevitable cause a headache. Alec would love to give him a preventative massage, but despite being very good at getting Alec to do what he wants, Magnus has a harder time tending to himself.

For Magnus luxury is simple, but self-care is far harder for him.

“Nothing darling, how was work?” Magnus tries and Alec raises an eyebrow, because really.  Magnus thinks that line will work, on Alec?

On Magnus own husband?

“Work was work.” Alec returns, because two can play this game and then he throws his jacket on the floor — because it makes Magnus’ nose wrinkle as he uses magic to snap it away somewhere properly — and then he hugs Magnus.

It’s a sneak attack.

Something shadowhunters are very good at.

Alec snuggles his chin on Magnus’ shoulder and pulls him close until slowly, Magnus’ heat transfers to Alec. Whatever has inflamed his temper and emotions begins to unravel, the tension throughout Magnus’ body starts to slowly seep out as he presses against Alec, like poison draining from a wound.

“You seem upset.” Alec murmurs, a gentle whisper and he rubs his hands soothingly up and down Magnus’ back.  “Is everything okay?”

Magnus looks torn and Alec knows that Magnus is worried, about Alec.

“I’m so done with shadowhunter business.” Alec bemoans quietly and while he actually wants nothing more than to complain about the Clave, he nuzzles Magnus’ jaw lovingly and murmurs. "Can you distract me with your day? Please.”

It works.

It always works.

Magnus buckles as if Alec is begging him for a kiss instead and well, Alec is hardly going to deny himself so he presses a kiss to Magnus’ hair as he holds his husband and listens to his tired and exhausted recounting of day.

“That’s a lot.”

Alec isn’t really sure what else to say when Magnus is done.  He tries not to have too many opinions about Magnus’ work, if only because he can’t be sure which ones are influenced by prejudice and which ones are overprotective.

Magnus snorts against his neck and Alec rubs his back, relieved that the tension is finally nearly gone.

“That’s your advice?”

“Oh if you were looking for advice, it’s stab them.” Alec means it, which makes Magnus’ wet, rough laughter even better. “Seriously. Stabbing is very helpful.”

“Your primary weapon is a bow and arrow.” Magnus snottily reminds him and Alec wishes he could wiggle his fingers and summon a handkerchief but instead he resigns himself to burning this shirt.  Or letting Magnus wash it.  Whichever is easier. Because if Magnus is going to rub his runny nose against Alec's shoulder than Alec is going to let him, because Alec isn't magical.

“Arrows stab things. Magnus.” Alec is trying not to laugh but it takes effort to keep his voice haughty, “from a distance.  It’s long distance stabbing.  Works perfectly.”

Magnus laughs again and presses a wet kiss to Alec’s neck that has him pleased with himself. 

Clearly, this is working.

“And then Raphael called me, about Camille.”

Alec doesn’t freeze — he has better control over his own body than that — but he does have to take some carefully deep breathes, inhaling lightly through his nose as to not give it away.

“Oh, well. That’s even worse.”

Magnus chuckles but it sounds painful and Alec reminds himself that he can’t stab Raphael.  Vampires are sensitive to stabbings. He might not make it. Camille however, is fair game and well, that’s one accidental assassination the Clave wouldn’t mind at all.

“Sweetheart, as delicious as you plotting murder while holding me is. You’re mumbling your battle-plans under your breathe.  Of course I’ll find out about an ‘accidental stabbing’.”

Alec carefully keeps his smirk to himself and sighs, as if Magnus calling him out is unplanned.

“Well then, maybe you should distract me." Because Alec isn't going to press about Camille here and now, that requires bed, cuddles and a few bottles of alcohol for Magnus and sobering-medication for Alec. "Was there anything good about your day?”

The long pause that ensues has Alec’s fingers clenching tight enough that Magnus’ breathe hitches with enjoyment and then Alec lets go.

Unfortunately.

However sex isn’t going to fix anything and he can always just, you know, seduce Magnus later. It’s not like it takes a lot to do. Alec can just, blink a lot or bite his lip and Magnus will be on board.

— Alec’s still figuring it out but he knows a few certain ways to get Magnus —

To be fair, Alec is also always on board with Magnus.

He just, needs to exist.

And Alec is more than ready though sometimes too tired.

In fact, Alec would like nothing more than to sink to his knees and give Magnus a very distracting blowjob, except Magnus is sad.

Sex doesn’t fix sadness.

It just postpones it.

“If I pick a place, will you portal us there?”

Magnus nods,curious and tired but trusting and Alec knows that Magnus has been here. Ragnor and Catarina have been communicating with Alec via fire message and the name of the small shop brings a smile to Magnus’ face even as curiosity grows in his gaze.

“Ragnor.” Alec tells him, because there’s no reason to keep it a secret and a few minutes later they’re across the world and ordering some of the smallest but most flavorful dumplings that Alec’s ever had. 

Each is a bite full of pleasure and Alec almost forgets his original goal — except how can he when Magnus is feeding him and Alec feeding Magnus in turn — until Magnus finally sighs and that last bit of weary exhaustion seems to fade from his eyes.

“Warlocks eat typically for pleasure and depending on how their magic works, power.” Magnus has told him before but Alec listens carefully, always eager to learn more or to ensure he hasn't missed something. “Sometimes I forget about the simply joy of it. I lived in decadence for so long, to numb out the pain that at some point, food began to taste less and less interesting and more and more like ash. I needed sharp, harsh alcohols, strong and made of magical ingredients to taste anything for along time.” Magnus smiles and opens his mouth, leaning forward to except the chive and cabbage dumpling. “I’ve remembered now, what it’s like to enjoy things. To feel the full flavor of life on my tongue and find beauty and meaning in the world again. Event the most simple of them."

Alec understands what Magnus is saying, even if they learned the same truth in different ways.

Alec didn’t really let himself enjoy things before Magnus. Oh there were stolen pleasures and hidden moments, but especially as he got older and used to things being taken away, Alec searched out enjoyment less.

If he liked something, it would be more likely that it would be taken away or destroyed.

He doesn’t fear that with Magnus.

Because Magnus will destroy whatever comes at him, without hesitation.

As he should.

AN:

i really adore this verse and malec continuing to just, be the best spouses for each other and holding each other up while the world goes absolutely bat-shit insane around them.

it's beautiful and soft and look, this isn't self-sacrifice. i can't tell you how many times being able to provide

like yes. sometimes you need to just be able to vent about your own day. but sometimes it waits and things aren't as bad - emotionally/mentally and it's like 'oh yeah. the ridiculousness of it all' but it's not as fresh. and taking care of a partner is very rewarding.

like having someone trust you like that is big. it's also uh, gratifying? to realize you have this kind of affect on someone? that you can make someone's day better just by being around the and listening to them and you know them enough to play around to lighten the mood

intimacy is great okay. i love it. doesn't have to be sexual/romantic either. intimacy is beautiful

[darkficsyouneveraskedfor]

The Quiet Ones 4

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Warnings: this fic will include dark content such as dubcon/noncon, and other possible triggers. My warnings are not exhaustive, enter at your own risk.

This is a dark!fic and explicit. 18+ only. Your media consumption is your own responsibility. Warnings have been given. DO NOT PROCEED if these matters upset you.

Summary: You live a quiet life, but your peace is fractured by a chaotic man.

Characters: Lloyd Hansen, short!shy!reader

Note: first draft of my final assignment is done, just need to do a few other things for class and I'm pretty much done.

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As night falls, you feel woozy. You don’t know how much longer you can hold out. The boxed macaroni and cheese only made your stomach hurt and you’re pretty much out of water. Tomorrow you might just have to venture outside and hope he’s not around. Somehow, you don’t think he’s ever gone. He seems to always be watching. 

You can’t focus on your book. The edges of your vision are hazy and your head is pounding. You close it and look for something to watch. You just as quickly forget what you’re doing and shut off the television. You’re too weak to make it to the bed. You're tired, you just want to sleep. 

You look at the window before you lay down, then glance down. The light isn’t there yet. Its absence unsettles you. You wouldn’t exactly prefer it was but it not being there makes you wonder if something else is coming. 

You’re too exhausted to worry about it. You close your eyes as you lay flat on the couch. You exhale and let your body relax. The tension is as tiring as anything else. You’re always wound up tight, always waiting, always watching. You just don’t have anything left in you. 

That familiar drifting sensation takes over you. Your eyelids itch and your muscles grow heavy. You slip into your unconscious little by little until your shrouded in a deep unbreakable darkness. You’re not scared or frustrated or happy or sad. You’re just tired. 

The shatter of glasses splices through your momentary escape. You groan as you eyes snap open and you lay in the dimness of your apartment. What happened? The light was on when you passed out. What was that noise? 

You push yourself up to your elbows and look at the window. There’s not green light but something worse. The window is broken. The jagged glass shines with moonlight as shards litter the floor. You sit up all the way and scramble around, unable to make sense through the darkness and your own sluggish perception. 

You reach for the lamp and try to turn it on. On, off, on, off. You shake your head, trying to free yourself from the clouds, and stagger to your feet. You go to the wall and flip the switch for the overhead light. Nothing. The power must be out. You can’t even hear the hum of the fridge. 

A tickle crawls into your throat and you cough. You smell smoke. You go to your desk and feel around for your phone. You wait for it to turn on as the dryness in your nose and throat build. You finally get the flashlight glowing on your cell and shine it around the room. 

The haze isn’t in your mind. The apartment is filling with smoke. You pull your shirt up over your nose and cough again. Your eyes burn as you try to see through the fog. There’s a dark shape on the carpet spewing fumes. What the heck? 

Adrenaline kicks in and instinct has you feet moving before you can think. You can’t breath. The smoke gets thicker as your eyes stream and you rack with coughs. You hit the door with your body, clawing at the lock, fingers aching as you twist back the latch. You waver as you step back, pulling the door inward and stumble into the hall. 

Your feet hit the floor clumsily, flat and thumping, thunderous in the hue of night. You hack again, hand on your chest, and tumble to your knees. You grip your head as the strength drains from your body, seeping away little by little. Are you dying? Is this it? 

You fall onto your side and suck in deep breaths. Your head lolls and your arm falls slack beside you. Your eyes roll up and a black silhouette appears above you. A tongue clicks and a whistle blows out. 

“I didn’t want it to be like this, baby cakes,” the timbre skews in your ears as your lashes close, “don’t worry...” the world shifts beneath you, “daddy’s got you.” 

👄

You don’t dream. You don’t think. You don’t feel. There is only endless black. 

A sliver of light pierces the void. It's too bright. Painfully so. Your eyes slit and you peek out from beneath heavy eyelids. You don’t recognise those walls, the bed is too soft to be yours, and this place doesn’t smell familiar. You take a deep breath and force your eyes open. 

Soft light glows through large panes to your left. The bed on which you lay is swathed in the dull tones of the morning rising just outside. You’re laid beneath blankets, several layers that make you sweat, and a cushy pillow cradles your head, many more litter the bed along the top. There’s too much of everything. 

The ceiling and walls are black, the bed frame too, the silky and dark, with a fluffy zebra print throw across the foot. You can’t see much more as you lay on your back. You might not know where you are but you can certainly figure who brought you there. 

On cue with your consciousness, the opposite the bed opens and you raise your head to watch a shadow enter. It reminds you of another figure, that one rippled with disorientation and impending darkness. He reaches to flip the switch beside the door and the two sconces mounted above the bet light up. 

It’s him. It wouldn’t be anyone else. That stranger from the cafe. Your personal tormentor. The man who calls himself Lloyd and a litany of ridiculous names. 

He stares back at you. You’re struck dumb with the dregs of you unconcscious and disbelief, meanwhile he looks almost giddy. A smile curves his lips under the line of hair and he rubs his palms together as he shifts his weight between his feet. He raises his hands appeasingly. 

“Jellybean, before you scream, please hear me out,” he pleads. 

You couldn’t scream if you tried. You’re too weak. This can’t be happening. Why would you be here? In a nice bed, in a nice room. You should be in some twisted torture chamber or out in the middle of the woods. If he’s going to kill you, he needs to at least be straightforward about. 

He turns and strides over to another door; a closet. He slides it open and tuts as he browses the contents. You can’t see past him. You barely even try as you let your head fall back against the pillow. 

“So, thoughts?” He turns to face you again as he holds up two hangers, “the navy is cute. I like the polka dots and the see throughness here and here, but the pink would bring out your complexion.” 

Your eyes flit down and you gape at the two dresses, one in each hand. You shake your head and blink. You bring a hand up and touch your forehead, a grumble slipping free. 

“You’re right, jellybean, it’s late,” he turns to put the dresses back in the closet, “we can deal with that in the morning. It’s not too far away... just a few hours.” 

He nears the bed and you shrink down, curling your shoulders in as you fold your arms over the blankets. He lowers himself next to you, an elbow in the pillows as he peers down at you. He reaches to touch your cheek and you try to move away. He barely seems to notice as he strokes your face. 

“I’ve just been so excited I can’t sleep,” he drags his knuckle around lightly, “but I didn’t want to wake you up. You need to rest. After everything you’ve been through.” He brings his legs up onto the bed and wiggles down to his side, “I know you don’t take care of yourself like you should, baby face, but that’s okay, because you have me now.” 

“Why... are you doing this?” You wisp out. 

He laughs, “you’re so funny...” he pets your chin, “and cute and...” he trails his hand down and squeezes your shoulder, “small. You’re adorable.” 

“Please,” you groan. 

“Why am I doing what?” He asks coyly, “why am I taking care of you? Why am I ready to give you everything? Why am I dying just to hear your voice and see your face and...” he stops and leans in, giving a deep sniff, “smell your hair?” 

You want to shrivel up. Your lip quivers as the daze recedes and the fear sets in. He’s delusional and you have no way out. You don’t even know where you are. It hardly matters, you doubt you could get very far. 

“You’re right. We should sleep. We have tomorrow to get settled in,” he reaches back to flip the light switch next to the bed, dimming the sconces back to black.  

He lifts himself to free the blankets from beneath him and sidles under them. He nestles close as you go rigid. He slips his arm under you as he nuzzles your cheek. 

“And every day after that. We have a whole lifetime ahead of us, jellybean. Me and you. Together forever...” he stretches his other arm over your stomach, “I never liked fairy tales before, babes. Not til you.” 

You close your eyes. You’re tired but there’s no way you’re falling back asleep. This is a waking nightmare. 

👄

The man, Lloyd, starts to snore. You feel his muscles relax and feel his breath steady against you. As much as you want to push him away and run, you can’t. You don’t know what it is. It’s akin to sleep paralysis. You’re awake but you can’t fight what’s happening. Something in your mind tells you it’s futile. 

The sun rise on the other side of the large windows. In any other circumstance, you would admire a place like this. The sleek furniture, the luxurious blankets, the expansive view. It’s a far cry from your cramped apartment and its small windows. 

You can only wallow in helpless self-pity. How did this happen? How did you let it happen? If you hadn’t been so indulgent, you would’ve never been seen. You should’ve known better than to go down to that cafe and splurge on something so menial. You could have made your own tea. You could’ve stayed inside, stayed safe. 

His closeness has you sweating. It’s uncomfortable and itchy. You want to rip your skin off. 

He moves and you hold your breath. He’s waking up. That can’t be good. At least asleep, he can’t do much. You curl your fingers into your palm and wait. 

“Mmm,” he leans in and brushes the tip of his nose against your cheek before planting a kiss, his mustache tickles, “this is heaven. I can’t...” he pushes himself up, planting his hand on the mattress, “I can’t believe this is real. You’re really here.” 

You look at him, almost glaring as you let your distress burn through. He doesn’t even notice as he rubs your arm and his blue eyes dance over you. Laying next to him as he looms over you, his size is more obvious. He’s much bigger than you. 

“Coffee?” He asks, “I got this new dark roast. All the way from Colombia. I haven’t even tried it. I’ve been waiting on you. Bet it’s much better than that InstaCafe.” 

You blink at him. All your fears are coming true. It’s not that he’s snatched you, it that he’s been watching you. You might never know how long but that doesn’t matter. It doesn’t change this moment. 

“And breakfast, if you’re hungry. I know you usually skip that but--” 

“Please stop,” you croak, “please...” 

“What? Honey, I’m just trying to show you all I can do for you. You don’t have to do all the work anymore. Staring at a screen is bad for your eyes. And your posture.” 

“I... I didn’t mind...” 

“Ah, that’s just you. You’re a hard worker. Resilient. You do what needs to be done. You don’t complain and you don’t make demands. Baby, you don’t have to. Whatever you need, I’ll give it to you without you even asking.” 

“I liked... being alone. I want to be alone,” your breath hitches between words as panic pulses in your chest. 

“Do you want to be alone or do you not know what it’s like to have someone? Jellybean, I’m scared too. You’re the first girl I’ve had in my bed that made it past dawn. Hell, the first girl I didn’t... you know,” he gives a crooked grin. 

Your lips part as you stare at him, dumbfounded. Sure, he didn’t do more than forcibly cuddle you but it doesn’t change what he did do. You shake your head and sputter as you search for words. 

“You followed me.” 

“I kept you safe,” he insists. 

“You turned my water off. I...” 

“That’s what the IV is for,” he reaches over to touch your other arm. You don’t know how you didn’t notice the tubing before. “I brought you tea. All you had to do was open up--” 

“You threw something through my window... there was smoke...” your lashes flutter as the memories creep back in. 

“I did what had to be done,” his grin falls away and his expression turns stony, “what you made me do.” 

You stare at him, speechless. 

“I haven’t given you any reason not to trust you. I mean, all you had to do was have a coffee with me. Or even open your door. Honey, I should be mad at you. You hung me out to dry but I can forgive you,” his face softens again, “how can I not?” His eyes go doey, “you’re so beautiful.” 

You lay there, unmoving. You feel as if any suddenness might trigger him. He traces along your cheek and jaw and down your neck, “did you decide?” 

You narrow your eyes and frown. 

“A dress? Blue or pink?” 

You don’t answer him. You just look at him as he continues to touch you. Your skin speckles with goosebumps as a chill rolls through you. 

“You know what, neither. I get it. You want something more classy. Yeah, given the occasion, I think you’re right, baby face,” he leans over you and looks you in the eye, “we’ll have a look in the closet after breakfast.” 

Before you can react, his lips are on yours. You let out a surprised squeak as he holds your chin in place. His mustache tickles you again and his tongue flits across your lips, wetting them just slightly before retracting. He pulls away and sighs. 

“Wow.” 

[greyskyflowers]

I'd love a fic where the Avengers are tentatively trying to accept Bucky, and he comes off as this kind of emotionless, half person that they can't really get to know or related to.

He's terrified of Hydra getting him again, though. To the point where he'd rather die than risk them getting their hands on him.

And it humanizes him enough for the others to get attached.

Something with Steve and Bucky staying in the tower while Bucky recovers, and Tony who's only letting this slide because it's Steve and even though he's very upset angryfuriousdevestated he knows deep down that Bucky is a victim in all this too.

And the others are doing well with it. Cautious but open.

They all know what happened to Bucky, part of the agreement with him staying in the tower with Steve was that all the info was available for them to see, so they knew what exactly they were getting into.

Bucky keeps to Steve's floor and doesn't interact with them too much. Sometimes with Sam, occasionally with Natasha and Clint.

He's still intimidating as hell. Even when all he does is follow Steve around and avoid meeting their eyes too often. They can tell when he enters a room, all the hair on their bodies standing on end, even though half the time they don't even hear him.

He's not allowed any weapons, and he has to be monitored by Jarvis constantly.

Sometimes he has nightmares and they can hear it even on different floors. Sometimes, someone hits one of his triggers accidentally, god there's so many and it's a toss-up between them getting attacked or him going silent and submissive in a way that makes them sick. And adds an extra layer of disgust and fury to everything that happened to him, because nothing good happens when people like the ones in Hydra get their hands on people like him.

There's still a disconnect between what they read about him and the him they see around the tower. He's controled, with the occasional episode or outburst, but overall he keeps a tight hold on his body language and doesn't speak much.

They don't doubt it happened, there are videos and recordings with the files and they still see some of them when they close their eyes.

But... it's like he's got it all shoved in a small box somewhere. He's still like a machine in a lot of ways.

That's just what he shows them, of course. They've seen some of his breakdowns when he's out in the tower with Steve, and it's different. Steve gets to see all the bad, all the fallout and aftermath, and they don't envy him.

But then Hydra comes looking for him.

And he loses it. Not in a violent, winter soldier way, but in a terrified don't let them take me god please please don't let them take me away.

Hydra has him locking up. Terrified, desperate, trying to hide himself in whoever is close enough to him, and ready to slit his own throat if it means Hydra won't get him.

And none of the Avengers are going to let that happen. Steve would kill them all, but also, they're not going to let that happen.

They're not.

And he just kind of curls into whoever is with him. Wild-eyed, shaking, completely lost in his head, and begging for them to not let Hydra get him please please please

And if he gets too upset scared or Hydra gets close enough that it actually starts to become a realy worry that they might manage to grab him, he starts begging for something so he can end it himself. They're going to get him, just kill him please please please. He can't do it again. He can't.

It takes him a long time to calm down after those. He clings to the person he was with, still not quite out of his head yet enough to realize the threat is gone and only knowing that whoever he was with kept him away from Hydra so they must be safe. He knows Steve trusts them, so Bucky trusts them.

It's unsettling to realize he also probably trusts them to end it if they need to. And with that is the horrible realization that it would be a kindness to do so, if the other option is Hydra.

They don't discuss it. No one says what they're all thinking. That they might do it. Should do it if that's the only option left.

Bucky knows what's waiting for him if Hydra gets him back. The Avengers know it, too.

It would be a mercy. For him and Steve.

They're not sure what Steve would do or what his thoughts are on it, and absolutely no one is volunteering to start that conversation with him.

It's a little terrifying to have Bucky stuck to them like that, shaking and lost in his own head. He's a monster of his own, strong and skilled, experienced, and violent. They're letting someone that could easily kill them, curl up and seek safety in them.

The truth of it is, it's ugly. All the trauma and horror and fear that they hadn't seen on him before comes out. Desperation for safety, and if not that then death, is always a heavy thing to see.

They're suppose to help people, stop the bad guys, and all that other hero stuff. They can't seem to figure out how to stop Hydra though.

They can't tell Bucky he's safe because he's not. They can't promise Hydra won't get him because they might.

They can promise Hydra won't have him for long, between the hell Steve would bring down on the whole world and the others right on his tail, but they wouldn't need a lot of time.

So, they lie sometimes. When the threat is gone and Steve's not there yet, Bucky still lost and mumbling please over and over, and they don't even know what's he's asking for anymore but they want to give it to him.

So they say Hydra won't get him. They promise that Hydra will never get him again. They promise he's safe.

They keep him close, let him cling and curl into them because he's a raw, gaping wound and they can't bring themselves to let go and expose him to the world yet.

They ignore the wet lashes against where he's curled his face into their throats or chests, petting through his hair, and keeping up reassurances and promises that they don't necessarily have the power to keep... but they all need it.

If anyone deserves to feel safe, it's this man.

And they know Steve is gone to them if Bucky goes again. The two of them are going together this time, even if it means the end.

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And one time Hydra almost gets him. Steve separated from them and Hydra always knows that their best chance is seperating Steve and Bucky first and Hydra working on separating the rest of them.

It was working.

Bucky went from blind, frozen terror to a horrible, desperate hope and scrambled, managed to get his hands on one of the guns.

It was against his temple before any of them could even move towards him and the empty click it made when he pulled the trigger was louder than anything everything else happening in that moment.

They honestly thought he had managed to do it before they heard the click. A numb voice in their heads asking how the fuck they were going to tell Steve. How they were going to get over this themselves because holy shit.

They thought they were prepared for something like this. There was always a chance that something would trigger Bucky and they'd end up having to kill him, even if Steve would hate them for it and he would, but they hadn't realized how attached they'd gotten. How protective they felt over him.

There was no hesitation when he pulled the trigger and he asked them sometimes, when Hydra was too close for comfort, to just kill him rather than let Hydra get him but they always thought deep down it was just something he said because he was scared, that he didn't really mean it. But there was intent behind it. He had made it clear that if they wouldn't do it, then he would.

They don't need to tell Steve later, thank god because they don't have the words yet. He saw the gun with Bucky and if there had been a bullet in it, he knows Bucky wouldn't have wasted it by aiming at one Hydra agent out of the many there.

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There are so many things that could have addressed/shown with Bucky's recovering and I just wish we'd seen more of it.

If you have any fics recs, let me know~!

I'm slowly working my way through ao3 but some of the best fics I've found so far I've found through other people and the fics have like one tag on them besides the pairing, so I would never have found them on my own.

[turntechg4ykid]

In this AU Ichiji, Niiji, & Yonji all awaken their humanity/emotions (similar to how Sanji awakened his Germa abilities during Wano) after the events of WCI:

Starting with Yonji who suddenly awakens his when on a routine mission with Reiju. after the two pick up their money an head to the battlefield, Yonji quickly defeats many before killing one of his last opponents when their blood gets on his face, wiping the blood off his eyes he gets a horrible shock tho when he sees the man looks almost identical to Sanji, causing him to vomit at the image of his brother dying by his hands.

From then on Yonji struggles with the idea of killing anyone, he begins to think he's somehow getting weaker and begins distancing himself from his siblings and spending most of his time training, Reiju notices this change and tries multiple times to talk to him about it tho he denies anything is wrong, until weeks later and he realizes that his hair has begun to grow blonde at the roots. He tries to hide it but he soon feels himself growing resentful of the missions he's sent on and stressed out from interacting with anyone.

Eventually he can't take it anymore and decides to leave Germa one night. After hearing Yonji has gone missing Judge waits a few days (thinking Yonji was just fuckin around somewhere nearby) before having the entire island and surrounding ones searched tho no one can find him.

……

Ichiji and Niiji take longer to start to change but both their awakenings happen at relatively the same time. Reiju is upset at Yonji disappearance, her father an brothers non-reactions to it and how strangely Yonji acted before he left an she ends up trying to talk to Ichiji an Niiji about it but both seem entirely bored by the conversation an brush her off. A few days pass an Judge ends up planning an invasion on an island tho when the invasion actually commences things go south an Judge ends up taking a cannon ball straight to his stomach.

He was mostly protected by his raid suit but has intense internal bleeding an is in bad shape.

……

Yonji hears about Judge's injury an after being away from Germa and trying to understand all of the new things he was feeling knows he doesn't want to be tied to his father by name or anything else anymore and resolves to not only end Judge but all of the Germa Kingdom. With this idea tho he decides it might work in his favor to reach out to Sanji an see if he wants to join him, knowing how much Sanji hates their father.

Yonji ends up finding Sanji when the strawhats are sailing away from Wano, Yonji hops onto their ship after arriving but is quickly restrained by multiple hands popping out of the ground an a sword at his neck. Zoro asks what the hell he's doing on their ship while Robin quickly informs everyone else that a stowaway has boarded the ship. Everyone quickly gets to the deck before Nami, Sanji an Luffy recognize Yonji, Sanji is fuming thinking Germa is after him again even tho he told them to leave him alone but Yonji quickly denies it an informs Sanji about his plan to end Judge. Sanji doesn't believe him an demands he leaves Yonji agrees an disembarks toward Germa.

Sanji, unsettled by the interaction with Yonji, searches for a paper Reiju had given him before he left, a paper that has her den den mushi number an quickly calls her. He asks her why Germa would be searching him out again but she tells him they aren't, he then explains to her about what Yonji said warning her to be safe before hanging up.

……

Yonji returns to Germa after seeing Sanji, he successfully manages to sneak back into the castle and begins trying to make his way down to the lower levels of the castle before he's noticed. He knows the main engine of the ship could be moved, swapped to one of the multiple smaller ships that click together to form the moving island and if he's found out any of the soldiers could move the machine before he got a chance to complete this plan.

Eventually he makes it to the engine room an sets a chain of bombs to go off in 3 minutes (bombs that are standard for Germa soliders an that he knows will work for what he needs to get done), tho as he rushes to make it back outside he runs into Reiju in one of the many hallways. She questions what he's doing an where he's been an he tries desperately to behave normally until Reiju asks about the call she got from Sanji an Yonji begins to panic thinking Judge might already know his plan. But before he can say anything Ichij andi Niiji show up behind Reiju telling her they have another mission, they barely spare Yonji's reappearance a glance but Niiji notices the blonde roots in Yonji's hair an starts to make fun of it. Before he knows it the bombs he set explode, causing a chain reaction (The carefully set science experiments going on around the ship and the many flammable chemicals used in them immediately catching fire.) And the ship begins to break in on itself, a massive whole being busted into the center of the island in the center of the castle, where Yonji knows the medical wing is. Where Judge was. Smaller forms of destruction quickly rips it's way through the rest of the island and before any of the siblings fully know what's happening people are screaming an running in every direction.

The siblings, already in their raid suits quickly evacuate an begin surveying the damage as the island an their home goes up in flames. And as the buildings start to fall into the pit formed into the center of what was Germa 66 Yonji looks to Reiju an says he thought she knew his plan, Reiju doesn't make eye contact but says she did; Yonji asks if she knew why didn't she tell anyone an Reiju just smiles. Niiji an Ichiji look to their siblings an question what they're talking about but the oldest an youngest stay silent, Niiji becomes more insistent but Ichiji cuts him off to ask if Yonji caused the explosion. Before he can answer Reiju says it doesn't matter if he did an that Germa was always going to fall.

As they all look back at their old home that's now falling into the ocean Niiji asks, to casually for the situation, where they should go now.

……

After spending sometime searching the four siblings stop at an island they agree looks nice enough to stay at for the moment, Reiju speaks up an says they'll need to buy something else to wear bc their raid suits stand out to much and they all head to the nearest shop. They quickly get new clothes and Reiju heads to find somewhere for all them to spend the night. Ichiji questions why Reiju seems to have a plan in place for this an after a moment Reiju admits that she hated living in Germa an that she daydreamed about being 'normal'. Niiji laughs an says it's stupid she'd want to be normal when they could be served as royalty an she just rolls her eyes an tells him that's not what she meant.

They find a inn an rent a few nights there before settling down. Yonji questions again why Reiju didn't tell anyone about his plan and Reiju questions why he disappeared an why he's been acting strange, they talk for a while explaining what they'd been hiding an Reiju tells him that she likes talking to him an that she wants to bond with him, Niiji and Ichiji.

……

In the morning Reiju wakes the boys up and begins discussing a plan for them to find somewhere permanent and how to get money. Ichiji and Niiji mostly ignore her but agree to think about getting jobs when she starts to 'nag' them.

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• Ichiji awakens his emotions after bonding with a women he meets at the library

• Niiji awakens his emotions shortly after Ichiji when he realizes that all of his siblings have changed now an starts to get into fights with them calling them pathetic, during one of these fights Reiju points out that Niiji has changed too an that before he wouldn't be this angry over anything let alone something one of them decided to do and that she's noticed his eyesight has been getting worse

• Niiji denies everything but then a day or two later it's confirmed for him when his roots become blonde

• Niiji rages against changing an desperately tries to confirm to himself that he's still the same by throwing himself into fixing/upgrading his raid suit

• eventually tho he realizes it's to late an gives in

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* All three of these mfs are emotionally constipated an pathetic, Reiju is the only one with her shit together

•Yonji hurts people because he wants to test his strength

•Niji hurts people because he wants to see them suffer

•Ichiji hurts people because it's his job

•(Sanji hurts people because he's sacrificing himself to protect them)

Ichiji:

- Gets a goth gf

- His hair is so fucking long (reaches down his back) an gets everywhere

- Fuckin loser librarian (he hates the job but it pays well an people are quiet/leave him alone an he gets to read during)

- Has purple eyes

Niiji:

- Fuckin narcissist

- Turned blonde and his eyesight got worse

- Hair goes to his shoulder blades

- Mechanic

- Has Bipolar Disorder

- Most judgemental of all the siblings an will constantly talk shit

- Low-key insomniac

Yonji:

- Dumbass

- Has teal eyes

- Works at a gym

- Likes anyone who could kick the shit outta him

- Tallest of the quadruplets despite technically being the youngest

- Fuckin menace to everyone an will not sit still ever

* Reiju:

- Reiju does not fully experience emotions, she has some but lacks the majority an most of her sense of morality was based off of what her mother approved of but now it's based off Sanji

(She knows objectively what is considered right/wrong by Germa and by the world government and by average people but she doesn't have any feel any attachment to those ideals. She knew from a young age that her mom favored Sanji bc he was the only one born 'good' an with humanity so now Reiju looks to Sanji as a way to tell what is considered good.)

- She has little to no feelings or opinions about anyone or anything outside of Sanji/his crew an their family

which most of her feelings towards their family can boil down to believing their father should be killed for his atrocities an that their brothers are assholes

The majority of the time she could be described as feeling pleasantly numb or bored

After her brothers awaken their humanity she tries to be very motherly to try an help them bc she saw how much their mom helped Sanji

- A few personal things: She doesn't have many interests but she does like modeling, Has Antisocial Personality Disorder, doesn't like animals but loves scorpions an hates winter.

[whimsicallywiddershins]

The entire fandom agrees that Percy Jackson has some scary eldritch qualities that humans notice. But I think that all the demigods do, even if most of the effects are more subtle. Powerful demigods are super noticeable, but even the weakest are scary to normal people. But I like to imagine some of my favorites:

Annabeth looks at people like she's dissecting a blueprint, and nothing about them is hidden. She turns her head at odd angles, like an owl. She notices small things and goes completely still, staring, like a bird of prey who just saw a mouse. People feel unsettled by her gaze, like every weakness and vulnerability are no longer hidden.

Hazel's hair, skin and eyes seem to shine metallic when the light catches just right. Sometimes her motions are rigid and awkward, like she hadn't used her limbs for a long time, like she isn't used to having a body. Her shadow is a deeper black than it should be, is bigger than it should be, and doesn't always move with the light.

Nico's skin is sometimes almost translucent, like he is more ghost than human. You can almost see the muscle and bones beneath it. His eyes catch and hold people, so dark and deep it feels like they are falling an incredibly long distance into dark water and earth. His shadow is also too dark. Sometimes, people swear they can hear faint screaming from his shadow, like thousands of tormented souls are trapped inside.

Jason has fangs, more wolf than human. His mouth opens wider than it should, and he looks at people like he is thinking of the best way to hunt and catch and rip and tear. His eyes are too blue and he always smells like ozone. People want to bow to him as he walks by. People want to run, but instinctively know that he will chase them, and they wait, frozen, for him to pass.

Thalia, like Jason, is a hunter. Her eyes are too blue, too vivid, and she stares people down like she is already picturing them riddled with arrows. She tracks small sounds with terrifying intensity. Brushing up against her will deliver a horrible static shock, and power lines and lights flicker and buzz when she walks by.

Will's hair is too bright. His skin glows, especially at night. At first, it seems to be a sweet thing, his good nature shining though. But sometimes when people touch him, they burn. Just standing near him is too much, like standing in the direct sun on a hot summer day.

Piper's face seems to change, every time someone turns to look at her. Subtle, but someone's subconscious is screaming that this girl is different, something is wrong. Her voice trills, like a bird, when she in happy. People can't help but to follow her and when she is gone, they feel bereft. She is too beautiful, and it hurts to look, but people can't help themselves and look anyways.

Leo is always hot to the touch. His fingers and limbs feel rough and metallic, his hair curls like wire. His eyes glitter like polished coins and when he walks by, cars and computers and machines start up and move on their own, just for a moment. He runs across a busy street and the cars stop for him with no regard for what the driver is doing.

Frank doesn't move like a human. He glides, slinks, pads softly and so quietly most people don't notice him. He had an aura of command. Frank seems so normal and average, but angry or upset people look at him and know that they can't take him. Sometimes, when he is angry, people get upset and fights start in his wake.

[kawaiiwritingcomputer]

Hello✨ May i request a Headcanons for Yandere Genos & Garou? Thank you very much!

🍄: hi hi! Absolutely!!!! i love Garou so much >< i hope you liked these! i’m still trying to get use to writing :3

Yandere Genos Headcanons:

Genos is intelligent and calculative

I just also believe him to be a delusional yandere who just wants to keep you safe

It doesn’t matter what you refer to him as either. He just knows that you’re his and he’s yours.

Genos is always watching over you. He used some of Child Genius’s tech to give to Dr. Kuseno to have access to watch you all the time

He’s watches you all the time and you’re unaware of it

whether you find it overwhelming or charming doesn’t matter to him! he’s always going to be be your side

if you didn’t accept him as yours and still tried “seeing” other people. it’s not like you’d get the chance. Nobody wants to upset Demon Cyborg™️

nobody even understands why it’s such a big deal! and that can be more frustrating if you’re resisting him. You have the perfect “boyfriend” what more could you want?

Him constantly being around you. Pressure from the public who doesn’t understand he’s a stalker!

You do slowly accept your fate with him

Even though it was unsettling at first, having food be cooked for you all the time was slowly becoming a perk. How did he get in? it doesn’t matter (he has a copy)

Genos understands human relationships concepts and does his best accordingly. but his little yandere bug just messes with him sometimes

His grips gets a little too tight if somebody else is talking to you too long but he’ll softly let go if you say ouch

again your safety matters, so he never wants to harm you

It’s a good thing you didn’t force him to have to hurt you. It’s a good thing you accepted him early on

Yandere Garou Headcanons:

The hottest and coldest mf to have as your yandere

You can feel when he’s near just by the piercing gaze of his. You can’t see him but he sees you and you know it

You can’t escape him either

He comes and goes as he pleases with the “soft” reminder that you’re his

You helped him once not realizing who he was

ever since he decided you were his to keep and his keeper as well

You would try to report him but with him always being gone and no evidence of destruction, you’re waved off as boy who cried wolf

Now that nobody’s gonna help you. Garou feels inclined to do whatever

He’s not sleeping on the couch. He’s sleepin in your bed. (he’s gentleman and gives space while sleeping but you both always wake up in each others arms, much to your “displeasure”)

He’s a leech. doesn’t do anything around the house! what a bum

But when you do warm up to him, those nice little hugs from the behind and weird awkward compliments are a little charming

if he wasn’t a self proclaimed hero killer

it’s best to get use to him. Neither of you are leaving this “relationship” if ever.

[yukidragon]

Sunny Day Jack - Reversing Victim and Offender

Okay, okay, hear me out.

Jack being a creepy manipulative yandere.

Yes, yes, I know, totally a revolutionary idea there to have a yandere horror game’s antagonist do something creepy and wrong. It’s just that I don’t often play with Jack losing himself to his more depraved impulses. Long time readers know I tend to be quite a marshmallow who prefers the fluffier side of things, as evidenced by many cuddly posts of my OTP and Sunshine in Hell being overall a softer version of the game, but sometimes it’s fun to watch the world burn and see the characters we love get to be a bit unhinged. As a treat.

Content Warning: this post is about Jack being a naughty manipulative yandere, attempted murder, influenced attempted self-murder, possession, mental manipulation, bloody violence, and a sprinkle of horny.

We know Jack can be a manipulative little devil when it comes to keeping his sunshine. We’ve seen him use his honeyed words to lure MC into his arms in the previous demos. We’ve seen the classic chilling concept art where he talks his rival(?) into doing the dirty work for him when he wants them gone.

Credit as always goes to Sauce for their awesome art, as well as a quick plug to the SnaccPop Patreon. Speaking of the Patreon, there’s a members only post on this very topic, an absolutely chilling audio drama of Jack using his state as a ghost(?) to his advantage.

It seems that Jack has the ability to possess people, and his modus operandi in eliminating his rivals seems to be tormenting them to the point of self-harm. Nick received a taste of that in the older demo, and in the now removed trailer.

But what if the person Jack directed his rival to hurt wasn’t themselves?

Jack is of the opinion that MC’s friends (and potential love interests) are inferior to him, as we’ve seen in his profile. MC doesn’t need them, as Jack says in this unsettling animation by Sauce, as well as many other development art. He proves this by giving MC whatever they want and need, being whatever they want and need him to be. No one else would do that for MC, so that proves that the only one they need is him.

To some degree, MC seems to believe that, at least during the early part of the game. As we can see in the “No” route, MC is dependent on Jack, panicking when they can no longer touch him.

The idea of losing Jack terrifies MC.

What happened to Jack clearly disturbed him, as we saw by his haunted look, but perhaps he found some comfort in the fact that MC was so upset by it. It might at least reassure him that they care, even if it might not be as much as he wants them to.

As I’ve theorized in previous posts, Jack and MC seem to be able to sense each other’s feelings, and it was implied that Jack can read their mind, as well as impress his thoughts into theirs. Perhaps he even felt their fear and desperation at that moment… as well as their need to keep him.

As scary as that moment was, Jack might have been able to get some pleasure out of feeling his sunshine’s need for him, don’t you think?

Jack won’t disappear as long as MC needs him, and he doesn’t want them to feel unhappy or hurt, but wouldn’t being with other people trying to steal them away from him hurt them more in the long run? MC doesn’t see what Jack does, how much of a threat those rivals other “friends” are.

After all… Ian was someone MC once held so dear, and he hurt them so, so badly. He’s trying to come back into their lives, and MC clearly still cares about him even if they’re trying to move on. How can Jack just stand idly by and let MC get hurt again when they don’t see just how bad Ian is for them?

MC might not be able to see how Ian and the other love interests could hurt them, but perhaps Jack could show his beloved sunshine just how cruel they can be.

Of course, Jack doesn’t want MC to get hurt. He would never! But, well, some lessons can be a bit harsher than others. Learning them can sting a bit and even make us upset, but as long as the lesson doesn’t do lasting harm and improves things for them, well, then it’s a good lesson!

Besides, this lesson will hurt Jack more than it hurts MC… in the most literal sense.

This classic audio drama of Jack’s villainous monologue makes me think that he’ll eventually find a way to become much more tangible in the real world. Sure, he could be saying all this while possessing his rival, but it seems more like a face-to-face confrontation. Naturally, for a face-to-face confrontation, Jack would need a face that’s actually visible to the person he’s taunting.

Perhaps the closer Jack gets to MC, the more they love him, the more real he becomes. It could be a reversal of what happened in the “No” route. If that were to happen, Jack could converse with other people directly… and perhaps convince them to leave MC to him.

If they just won’t go away, well… Jack could always push their buttons, upset them to the point that they have violent urges, only these feelings would be directed at him.

While MC is there to see that person unleash their bloody rage on Jack, of course.

As we’ve seen in earlier concept art, Jack didn’t feel pain when being stabbed, and perhaps that might still be true. But MC doesn’t need to know that when Jack says he’s okay and that it doesn’t hurt, it really doesn’t. All they see is Ian, Shaun, Nick, or whoever else suddenly snapping and attacking Jack with a knife for no apparent reason at all, leaving him bloody and wounded in front of them, trying to act brave for their sake like he did in the “no” route.

Jack doesn’t want MC to be unhappy, but perhaps he might get to enjoy a guilty thrill if they got upset for his sake, especially if he could feel them being so protective over him. Their worry for his injuries and outrage that he was attacked… You could say that it’s another way for his sunshine to show him just how much they love him. It might even make him feel a bit more secure, more real.

Jack could even prep his target beforehand via possession, tormenting that person until they’re close to snapping. In the now gone trailer, Shaun sounds unhinged, saying what he’s doing is so wrong… Shaun sounds like someone pushed to do things he never thought himself capable of doing, and likely it was Jack who did the pushing.

All Jack has to do is pull the trigger at the right moment, when MC is there to see their other friend snap. He could use a phrase or gesture that seems so innocent as a means to torment them until they can no longer help themselves when they hear it. He could’ve urged them to carry a knife with them at all times.

Hell, Jack could’ve outright possessed their arm with his powers, unseen by everyone, to make his target stab him in front of MC.

So, as far as MC is aware, Jack being his typical friendly self, when all of a sudden their other friend loses their mind and stabs Jack, likely while shouting something unhinged. It paints a vivid bloody picture of their friend as the antagonist, and Jack as the innocent victim.

Even if the rival snaps out of it right afterward, horrified at what they had done, if Jack covered his tracks well enough, their protests would be empty. It’d just look like empty excuses.

Or perhaps they hate Jack, really hate him, but they have no solid evidence why Jack is a bad person. They could wind up digging the hole even deeper if they doubled down on their act of violence.

It would be really hard to claim that Jack is the dangerous entity when they were the one who suddenly stabbed Jack without apparent provocation after all. It’d just make them look even more unstable and dangerous.

Sure, it’d be an awful thing for MC to see, but at least they’re not the one that got attacked. Jack bravely made sure that he was the only one whose blood was spilled. He might not even really feel pain like they would if he can handle being stabbed, rotted, and bleeding and keep going, as some teasers and concept art have shown.

Personally I think Jack can feel pain, but it’s nothing compared to the 40 years of hell, or the fear of losing his sunshine.

A little pain is worth it to keep his sunshine. Forever.

The idea of losing Jack bloodlessly and painlessly is scary enough for MC. Seeing someone attack him, maybe even outright trying to kill him would be far, far worse. MC was so desperate to keep Jack from disappearing, so it wouldn’t be a stretch to expect that they would rush to his defense to save his life.

This is especially true if their feelings for Jack are so strong that he’s able to physically manifest now.

The moment would be a scarring memory for MC, but sometimes lessons can be harsh when we learn them. MC would at least know how inferior their other friends are compared to Jack, how harmful and dangerous they are. Those people don’t deserve to be in MC’s life, and it’s in their best interests to never see those people again.

Jack would also get to enjoy the perverse pleasure of knowing just how much MC cares about them, how much they love him. They could even nurse him back to health after they chase away that inferior friend for good. He can be pampered, appreciated, and loved. MC will better understand just how important Jack is to them, how much they need him, and how terrible the person who tried to take them away truly is.

Really, it goes to show that MC should listen to Jack more when he says he’s not so sure about them spending time with a particular person, don’t you think?

Of course, how well this ploy goes depends on MC’s compassion. Given what we’ve seen so far of the story, MC does care about Jack, and most people will at least be upset and alarmed that someone was stabbed in front of them. An MC that has strong feelings for Jack and deeply loves him will no doubt be enraged.

This sort of messed up scenario reminded me of how the Bad End AU went so horribly wrong, only Shaun and Ian knew to target the tape there, rather than Jack directly. Alice was hesitant to do more than plead for the three to stop, not wanting any of them to be hurt, and the result was the tape getting destroyed and Jack banished.

The altercation between them was vague, but what if we went down another dark path? What if Jack pushed Ian and Shaun, but they never found out about the tape, and they focused on Jack himself despite his imposing size.

Once I made that comparison between this idea and the Bad End AU, I got inspired to write a quick first draft flash fic about a timeline where Jack gives in to his darker impulses.

The story of Sunshine in Hell is one of broken people helping each other heal and become better versions of themselves.

The Bad End AU is what happens when the wrong choices are made and things only get so much worse.

By the way, for those wondering, a third part of the Bad End AU is in the works. This isn’t it, but more like a different option taken during a critical moment that resulted in blood being spilled instead of bits of plastic and torn VHS tape ribbon.

 From wholesome to unhinged, my posts truly run the gambit of different sides to Sunny Day Jack. I hope you enjoy this little snippet of Jack getting worse instead of better, and taking perverse glee in bringing Alice along with him down a twisted path.

@channydraws @earthgirlaesthetic @sai-of-the-7-stars @cheriihoney @illary-kore @okamiliqueur @kurokrisps

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Jack hated to see his sunshine upset. He ached for Alice every time she was in pain. There was nothing he wanted more than to see her smile, to bask in her warm, happy glow.

The last thing Jack wanted was to be the reason Alice was upset, and yet…

Somehow things had grown twisted. Jack crossed lines he knew that he shouldn’t, but somehow he always found ways to justify it. Somehow his fears of losing Alice were always stronger than the little voice in his head telling him that what he was doing wasn’t right.

Sadly, not everything in life could be solved with polite words and a smile.

Things had grown twisted until they spiraled out of control. Ian and Shaun dared to invade their home, their sanctuary. They wanted to take Alice away from him, to “save” her from his “wicked clutches” like Jack was just some cartoon bad guy.

All the things the two said about him were ridiculous, exaggerations! Jack feigned ignorance of their accusations, his confused act flawless. There was no reason for them to be afraid of him. He was just an innocent clown, someone who lived to take care of others, particularly his precious sunshine Alice.

Alice believed Jack had nothing to do with their accusations, but she didn’t chase them away. She listened, worried for them despite her faith in him. It warmed his heart that she believed in him, but the fact that she still listened meant that there was room for doubt to worm its way in.

Ian and Shaun could see that too.

“This… thing is dangerous, Alice,” Shaun said with a tremor in his voice. His eyes couldn’t remain still, bouncing between pleading with Alice and watching for when Jack pounced on them like a venomous cobra. “You need to get away from it right now.”

“You have to believe us!” Ian insisted, his voice cracking desperately. He kept one hand in his pocket, his shaking hand clutching his only form of defense tight. Would it even work on a ghost or whatever Jack was?

Could Jack even bleed?

Jack stood between the invaders and his sunshine. They had tried to take her with him, but he snatched up Alice before they could steal her away and tucked her safely behind his back. He kept one hand on her arm, his hold on her deceptively light, but as unshakable as iron. His expression was innocence itself, showing nothing but a mask of confused concern directed at the two terrified men before him. “Take it easy now. There’s no danger here. Let’s all take a deep breath and try to calm down.”

“Don’t give me that nice guy shit!” Shaun snapped as he glared daggers into Jack. His soothing words were grating in his ears, putting him even more on edge. “You’re more fake than a corporate account with a rainbow logo during pride!” His gaze switched back to Alice. “Alice, please, listen to us. This thing has been torturing us for months now.”

Alice felt a knot in the pit of her stomach. The way Shaun looked at her made her heart go out to him, but… how could it be true. “Torture-”

“Hey now, that’s a strong word to use there,” Jack said. His voice took on a more firm tone to it, but nothing more threatening than the gentle chastising he gave children on his show. “What makes you think I would hurt either of you?”

“Cut the bullshit!” Shaun snarled. “You know damn well you’ve been giving us nightmares for months now!”

“I gave you nightmares?” Jack asked. The confusion on his face was so convincing that Shaun and Ian might have questioned themselves if not for the countless sleepless nights filled with torment. “How could I do that?”

“With some sort of supernatural ghost zombie demon bullshit, I don’t know!” Shaun snapped.

“Alice, you can’t trust him,” Ian said, tightening his grip inside his pocket. Dark circles ringed his shaking eyes as he kept looking from Jack to the hand the creature had on Alice. “Why can’t you see that?”

How was Alice able to stand so close to that monster? Why was she standing behind it as if it would protect her? How could she not see that it was holding her hostage? How could she stand that thing’s cold, lifeless touch? Seeing its hand on her made Ian relieve those countless nights spent lost in a place that felt too real to be a dream, but too horrible to be reality.

The Jack before them now wasn’t exactly the same as the rotted, bloody corpse that haunted them night after night. That thing with mocking smiles that were too wide and wild, and strange eyes that had nothing behind them. This wasn’t the kind and caring boyfriend Alice talked about. This thing was a monster that only knew how to take and take and take. Its touch stole something from Ian every time it laid its hands on him, and left behind a coldness that went far beyond cold. It stole the very warmth from him until it was as if it never existed. It stripped Ian of his senses one at a time until there was nothing but its absence hissing at him like static.

And that voice. That voice mocked him even when the world went so silent that Ian couldn’t even hear his own screams. That thing was trying to sound compassionate now, but that was a lie. It twisted the truth until it was unrecognizable, but so believable. It sounded so calm and kind at the start of every nightmare, even as it told Ian so many, many terrible things, tore open old wounds and exposed all his flaws.

Ian was a sinner damned for hell. He didn’t deserve to be anywhere near someone as kind and gentle as Alice. That thing made it all too clear to him.

The thing countered his protests, even laughed, because they were so feeble. Ian was so selfish, so worthless.

That voice would then mock him, so superior, so much better than Ian in every way. He would never forget the sound of that voice, or that smile.

The smile Jack offered him now was supposed to be an encouraging one, but Ian knew that it was fake. He knew what the hand held before him in a placating gesture was a ruse to get just a little closer.

If Jack touched either of them it was all over. Now that they exposed the truth about it to Alice…

Who knew what it would take from Ian if it got its hands on him again?

“Let’s all calm down now,” Jack said soothingly. “Come on, take a deep breath with me.” He gestured to his chest as he inhaled, which only served to remind Ian and Shaun of just how much bigger he was than all of them.

Ian jerked at Jack’s sudden movement, his breath hitching as that gloved hand drifted close to him.

“There now,” Jack said encouragingly. “That wasn’t so hard, was it?”

The words struck harder than any blow.

There now. That wasn’t so hard, was it?

It was such an innocent phrase, something that would have been encouraging if Shaun and Ian hadn’t heard it in countless nightmares, spoken in mocking tones or breathless whispers, with fake reassurance or a true perverse glee. The monster praised them when they ran from the illusion of Alice, when they admitted that they were flawed and worthless, when they surrendered to his taunts…

When they accepted the knife it pressed into their hands to carve a smile in their throats to match its own.

Shaun flinched back while Ian tensed, his eyes wide and wild as Jack slowly reached out for him with an open palm and a smile. It was such a deceptively innocent gesture…

Instinct took over. A flash of silver and a cry broke the air as Ian used the knife he had hidden away in his pocket all this time to take back what Jack had stolen away from him.

Time slowed down as blood sprayed from the gouge carved from Jack’s hand to his forearm. He cried out in pain as he reeled back, then collapsed to the floor.

Shaun froze at the attack, staring at the bloody knife and wound it left behind in shock. It was as if he was watching a scene from one of his movies unfold before him, not real in the slightest, even though some of the blood splattered onto his face and clothes.

Ian held the knife in both hands tight enough for his knuckles to turn white. The blade shook in his too tight grip, then the rest of him soon followed as it sunk in what he had just done.

This was just another dream… right? Ian didn’t mean to hurt anyone, he just couldn’t let Jack touch him, not again. Not in reality. Not when he couldn’t wake up. He couldn’t let Jack take everything from him.

Ian couldn’t let Jack hurt him again.

Everything had happened so fast. Alice didn’t know what to make of it when Ian and Shaun practically forced their way into her apartment, throwing out wild accusations. They were jittery and on edge, hurling out vitriol towards Jack and pleas to her before she could sort out the accusations they made. They grabbed at her without warning, yanking hard while their fingers dug into her arms hard enough to bruise. It was only thanks to Jack acting quickly to separate them that she hadn’t been dragged outside.

They scared her. Alice worried for them, but their actions weren’t normal. The look in their eyes was terrifying. Ian and Shaun had been acting cagey for weeks now, avoiding her and not responding to her texts. She never saw this coming.

Jack reassured her with his gentle touch and soothing words. Alice could see that he was alarmed by their behavior as well, but he did his best to keep calm, to protect her when her friends were acting so strangely.

There was no way Jack was this monster they described. He was the kindest, gentlest soul Alice had ever known. He chased away her nightmares, comforted her when she needed it, and was there for her when she was left all alone.

Jack loved her more than anyone else in the world.

Alice barely had time to wonder about their claims when Ian struck without warning. When Jack screamed, her blood turned to ice. Red filled her vision.

There was so much blood.

“Jack!”

Alice moved before she could really register what was happening, her scream sounding far away as her heartbeat pounded hard in her ears. She threw herself between Jack and his attacker, falling to her knees as used her body as a shield. She clung to him, her best friend, her beloved, heedless of the blood soaking into her clothes, then turned her gaze to the monster that had dared to hurt the one she loved.

The ice in that gaze froze Ian, and the knife fell from his limp fingers. Suddenly he was all too aware of what he had done, the blood on his hands. He stared at them, at the sin he had committed, shaking and red, until he collapsed into a pool of tears.

“How could you?” Alice hissed, forcing the words out through her constricted throat. “How could you!?”

The world started to move again. Ian tried to say something, perhaps some form of protest or apology, but the words were half-formed and drowned in his tears. Shaun stared between the bloodstained knife and Jack, who lay curled against Alice, quietly whimpering while bleeding all over the carpet.

Shaun couldn’t reconcile the scene before him of the wounded man, weak and in pain, against the monster from his dreams that smiled through any attack he made. No matter how many times he stabbed Jack in the dream, the undead creature would just mock him, unfazed even as its blood was spilled.

Was this really the same monster that haunted them for months?

It was this dissonance that made Ian truly aware of the sin he had committed. He couldn’t handle it. He fled.

“Get out!” Alice snapped, bringing Shaun’s attention back from her and away from the fleeing Ian. “Get the fuck out of here!”

Shaun staggered a step back. “A-Alice, I-”

“Get the fuck out!” Alice shrieked. “I never want to see either of you ever again! If you ever come near me or Jack again, I’ll fucking shoot you!”

Shaun took a few more steps, his eyes trailing down to the blood that had been spilled. It still didn’t look real to him, but Alice’s screams were real. The hatred she had in her eyes directed entirely at him was real. It was far more real than any of his nightmares.

It was too much for Shaun, and he too left behind the scene of this macabre show he had taken part in.

Ahhh…

Jack had to use every ounce of his willpower to suppress his smile and keep his true feelings hidden from his sunshine. The pleasure he felt in that moment was exquisite, a shiver of euphoria that was so sinfully delicious it was practically erotic. Fear, shock, and anger burst through him like fireworks, but undercutting all of those feelings was the love Alice had for him. Those feelings of her burned fierce and bright, chasing away all the cold in the world. Even her hatred, directed at someone else, was beautiful, because it was for his sake.

How could Jack not feel pleasure when Alice’s love for him overflowed until it flooded his heart in a torrent of passion?

All that fear, worry, and rage was in defense of him. Only him. Only Jack had her love now. Whatever care Alice felt for Shaun and Ian was dead, its throat slit with a single slice of a knife.

It made all the nights spent away from his sunshine while she slept worth it. All those months of training those two obstacles had paid off beautifully. Jack finally exposed the true nature of those inferior other “friends” of hers. He knew that with just a little encouragement, they would finally show his precious sunshine just how worthless and filthy they truly were.

With them gone, her anger cooled, but didn’t disappear completely. It still burned inside of Alice, fierce and ready to protect him again at a moment’s notice. Her thoughts were all for him now, only him. She fussed over his wound, letting out concerned whimpers as she cradled him close while using her own clothes to staunch the blood flow.

Jack hated to see his sunshine so upset. He wanted to reassure her that he was fine, but he had to be careful about it. The episode he had written for them wasn’t quite finished yet.

“It… it’s okay… sunshine,” Jack said between heavy pants. He wore a weak smile that held none of his true happiness in it. “I-it doesn’t hurt.”

It was a lie, and they both knew it, but the pain didn’t matter to Jack. No pain compared to the thought of losing Alice. This little scratch was nothing compared to what he gained in return.

The love Jack felt from her, the pleasure that love gave him was so much better. It was a drug that left him feeling weak and dizzy, almost overwhelmed by the euphoria to the point he became partially erect. Alice’s love for him was so fierce that it was practically all that he could feel. Compared to that, the gouge in his arm was little more than a paper cut.

Those warm hands of hers touched him so delicately. Alice fussed over him, cried over him, her heart breaking for him. It was all for him, only for him. He was her world, and he reveled in it. She was the sun that would shine her light for no one else but him now.

Jack never wanted anything to make his sunshine unhappy, but how could he not enjoy himself? How could he not find pleasure even in the darker moments of anger and sadness that overtook her when it was for his sake? The way she screamed his name, the way she held him so close, the fierce way she defended him, worried for him… how could he not adore every second of it?

There was no stronger proof of the love Alice felt for Jack than this.

[hoiststowline]

Hello! Saw that your requests are open, love your writing!! Would you consider writing for Skyfire? I'd love to cuddle him and wish there was more x reader content for him. Either IDW or G1 up to you, and feel free to ignore if you'd rather not to!

skyfire/jetfire x reader

[a/n: hi!! omg, yes!! also, im sorry chat all I can write is hurt/comfort atm. many apologies.]

The effort scrounged was almost admirable, given the amount it took to stifle it, swallowing that sadness that had crept up the back of your throat. Though heavy evidence sufficed that you tried, yet it all was in vain as it was evident something was amiss, a fact that he would never ignore.

He’s categorically certain that warble in your words he’s never heard in past conversations. It fills his chassis with an overwhelming sense of apprehension and restlessness, presenting him immediately with a problem he does not know, but wishes to solve in a trice.

If Jetfire finds any words in your language to describe the tremble in your tone, they do not come to him easily. He’s instantly distressed, a slew of sentences rushing and fighting to escape first, but no combinations make any sense to say. This strikes him oddly, as usually there is never any ceasefire amongst conversation with you, always able to keep it from dropping off into a state of silence.

“Maybe tomorrow, okay?” You push forward, the slight quiver now nearly obsolete. “I’m not good company.”

But you’re always good company. It lingers longer than he’d like to admit, wanting to disagree with your argument wholeheartedly. It tips on the edge of his glossa, ready to be argued, but he’s spent too much time trying to pick apart the underlying message within your proposal.

“Jay?” You whisper when a moment too long passes, wondering if the call had dropped, as it has many times previously. “Are you still there?”

“Hm?” He muses, still unsure of how to proceed. “Apologies. Yes, I’m still here,”

“Oh.” It’s awkward, and that’s something you hate that arises even if it’s warranted. You’ve upset him, this is obvious, though it’s the last thing you wanted of the entire encounter. “Is…that okay?”

Would it be too forward to say that it’s not alright? In any other instance your cancellation would surely unsettle him, but he would not argue. You’re upset. You’re feeling an emotion that yanks on the chains of his own processor, wanting to be the protector, but also the consoler.

“Of course.” He settles on, opting to circle around this carefully, as to not push you further away. “May I ask you something? Before you go?”

In turn you pause, and Jetfire swears he can hear the gears turning in your head until you ultimately reply.

“Sure.” You sniff, trying to pass it off as normal, but it only slowly spikes his budding concern even more. “I can do that.”

“Whatever is the matter?” There’s a very muffled jolt at his inquiry, as if you were about to fall out of your chair. Without much hesitation, he continues, hopeful not to loose his insistence. “I can tell something isn’t right. But if you’re going to lie, please, at least humor me.”

An expected sigh, then you clear your throat twice before presenting a reply. “I should have known better to try and hide anything from you.” There’s a bout of static, as if you were moving around to another location to finish your sentence. “I’m fine.”

That did little to ease his worry, though he opted to let you go for now and try and reach you later on. “Alright.” He says, but doesn’t mean it. “Talk later then?”

“Yes.” You exhale, as if holding in an unforeseen breath. “I’ll talk to you later,”

Goodbyes are exchanged before the line clicks dead, leaving two parties isolated and unable to process their immediate problems. Jetfire cannot solve your unknowns in a timely manner, he doesn’t even know what he can do to help you, but the irresolution doesn’t last very long.

Within five minutes or so, he’s already too far gone into a haphazardly tossed together plan, redialing once more. He’s found himself uncharacteristically impatient, the line hardly clicks alive before he jumps straight out and says it, worry very present and then some.

Somehow, you conceded. Though not proud, his options were limited and the threat of sending Red Alert to your house was enough to make your situation a little more clear.

It tips on the edge of your tongue, eyelids heavy as your held securely against the side of his face. Jetfire mumbles, lips moving against the cotton of your jacket, thumb brushing against your leg in short motions. He’d wrangled you to the Ark without much effort, but partially, you knew you wanted his company. But didn’t want to be bad company, so instead absolved yourself from the comfort that was most desperately needed.

He doesn’t want you to fall asleep, wishes you would shed some of your burdens onto his shoulders. Jetfire would do it in an instant, but in this very moment, you wanted something else. And with how simple of a thing it was, he was in no position to deny such a request.

“Don’t,” He says, impossibly treading closer. “Don’t say it. Just…sleep.”

You swallow the resounding ‘I’m fine’ back, instead offering words you truly meant. “Thank you,”

Jetfire doesn’t reply, but it’s only because he catches your eyes finally closing, sensing it’s been a bit since you’d had a proper nights rest.

[suzukiblu]

WIP excerpt for Rabbit behind the cut; they asked for omegaverse with Kon ( well, either Kon or Match or a Robin, but I ended up picking Kon 'cuz I was vibin' with specifically this WIP, hah ) and are getting "omega!Clark just wants to nurse his pups and hungry!Kon doesn’t realize he counts". (( chrono || non-chrono ))

Couldn’t let him–what, decide for himself what he can handle? How he feels? What he wants to do? 

And Kon’s a smart kid, and kids are more observant than most people give them credit for. Has he noticed Clark acting–off, the past day or so? He can’t claim that he’s been at his best since finally resigning himself to the fact that Kon really is repulsed by the scent of his milk; maybe the kid’s noticed his mood being off. And after Lex . . . 

Well, when Lex was in a mood, Kon must’ve known how unsafe that situation was. If he thinks Clark’s upset–thinks Clark might be upset because of him, which he’s sure is at least a possibility in the kid’s head . . . well, he wouldn’t feel very safe in the den like that, would he. Even knowing he’s not with Lex anymore, that would have to be–unsettling, if nothing else. Especially after exhausting his powers as much as he did at the plant. 

Clark hates the damn thought, but maybe Kon just doesn’t feel safe in the den right now. 

Really, he doesn’t know if the kid ever does. 

Though if this is just the stubbornness of burgeoning teenage rebellion, Clark is really not going to be able to handle the full version when they get there. 

He just–doesn’t know what he’s supposed to say to the kid like this, though. 

“. . . alright, but go to the nurse’s office if you get too tired,” he says finally, not sure what else he can say without it sounding like either a demand or an order. “Math test or not.” 

“Sure, yeah,” Kon says without much inflection, which is not particularly reassuring as a response, but . . . well, what’s Clark supposed to do here? What can he even do here? 

“Yeah,” he says, because he still doesn’t know what else he even can, and finally just tries to at least sound a bit lighthearted and goes with: “Just try to stay out of any more trouble today, alright, kid?” 

“Yes, sir,” Kon replies with absolutely no inflection at all, which immediately makes Clark miss “sure, yeah” as a response. Dammit. Why is he this bad at talking to his own pup? 

. . . aside from said pup’s childhood trauma and lack-of-childhood trauma and how technically-recently they’ve met and literally every single damn thing that Lex Luthor has ever done wrong in his life, anyway. 

Yeah. Nothing there to complicate things at all, no. 

Clark sighs, very quietly, then retreats for now and goes for his phone. He emails the nurse’s office at Kon’s school with an excuse about a “family emergency” keeping the kid up last night so they’ll know he might show up needing some sleep and won’t give him any trouble about it if he does, and then just . . . doesn’t know, still. He’d know what to do if it was Jon, but he still just doesn’t know Kon well enough. Doesn’t know his own pup well enough to know the best way to approach this situation, and has managed to scare the kid off every time he tried to get to know him that well. 

He tells himself he’ll keep a closer ear on Kon’s heartbeat today, just in case, but it doesn’t feel like enough. Nothing really does, when he can’t even help one of his own pups feel safe. 

When one of his own pups maybe just . . . doesn’t think of him as a parent at all, and is too afraid of getting kicked out into the street to admit it. 

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Clark accidentally sleeps in a little on Thursday morning and wakes up with his chest aching and already having leaked milk all over the sheets, and his pecs still feel full to bursting. Which–obviously they would. Obviously. One of his pups had passed out from exhaustion yesterday and he hadn’t even been able to take him back to his nest after–hadn’t even been able to make him a nest after–and then the kid had just gone to school. It’d be more surprising if he wasn’t overproducing milk right now. 

But that doesn’t mean it doesn’t ache like hell, and doesn’t mean Kon’s going to want any of it. 

Clark sets his jaw and just–gets up, strips the bed, and takes a shower in the master bath. He can hear Lois muttering to herself in the living room–and typing, so she’s likely writing something out before their morning routine and commute knocks it out of her head–and hears Jon in there with her playing a video game on the TV, and hears Kon . . . 

Hears Kon alone in his room, being very, very quiet as he taps softly at his phone. 

Clark’s chest aches. 

And hurts. 

He’s going to need to pump, he realizes resignedly as he makes sure to very thoroughly wash off every single drop of milk he leaked in his sleep without aggravating his too-tender chest in the process. Or he could just waste a lot of milk expressing it in the shower, which would take longer and he can’t guarantee wouldn’t make half the den smell like milk to Kon’s super-senses either, or wouldn’t make him feel outright awful and his inner omega riot. 

Which . . . his inner omega is really going through enough of it right now, so Clark very much wants to avoid poking that metaphorical bear. That metaphorical mama bear, more specifically. 

Just–it’s a school day, he reminds himself. He’ll just pump after Kon leaves for school; give the scent time to dissipate into the den’s usual background scent. Or he’ll just use the office’s nursing room to pump and then just . . . he doesn’t know, really. Jon doesn’t need half as much milk as he’s been producing, especially not this much–doesn’t even want this much, Clark’s sure, which his inner omega really can’t dwell on right now–and Kon definitely doesn’t want it, and it’s not like he can offer the extra to a donor program, given the whole “being from an alien planet” issue, so . . . 

It’ll just spoil and go to waste, even if he bothers to save it. 

Clark doesn’t know what else to do with it, though, so he supposes that’s just what he’ll be doing. He hates the thought of pumping when he has two pups he could nurse, but Jon just doesn’t need or want this much milk and Kon doesn’t want any milk at all, so . . . 

Doesn’t want any of his milk, anyway. 

Clark just . . . what kind of dam is he, if he can’t even feed one of his pups? Which–he knows, factually, that whether or not he nurses Kon has nothing to do with being his parent. He knows it doesn’t. That’s just–not a thing. 

But it’s still how he feels, even knowing better.

[banana-can-do-art]

Guys I just finished the well it’s not the entirety of Riddle’s dream there’s still like an hour and a half that hasn’t been translated on Gasmask’s channel but I finished the part that they did translate and omg heeelp this is the best dream yet. This is so sad omg I have to ramble about it also all translations I’m using are from gas mask on YouTube.

First of all omg he’s so happy it’s making me sad. Also him saying that he would be tired of everything being the same all the time right after I made that post rambling about how his implied OCD causes him to always do everything in a “samey” manner I aaaaagghhhh. And he’s saying that he’s going to have a chaotic band because in his dream he isn’t upset when things aren’t in order and he can just let himself be happy. You can’t do this to meeee! But there’s more!

Look he’s happily breaking the rules and feeling no anxiety about it whatsoever. (OCD be gone). In his dream world he can do what he wants with no terrible parents or mental illness holding him back. Look at him he’s adorable. And then we have this though agghhh.

This is so sad! When Ace and everyone tells him about what he’s like in real life as though they are talking about another person, Riddle immediately hates the person they are describing. Because he doesn’t like who he is irl. In fact, Riddle even says here that he hates school and studying and that it makes people miss out on the fun things in life. It’s so sad because who he actually is irl is the complete opposite of what he wants to be. He’s so isolated and self loathing I can’t.

Also in the dream Riddle isn’t even a mage. Because he doesn’t even actually like doing magic because all of the joy was sapped out of that for him because he’s always expected to do it perfectly. He never just gets to do magic because he wants to or because it’s fun but rather only because others expect and pressure him too. It feels like the idea of a hobby losing its charm and fun when people have to make it into their jobs. (I hope that doesn’t happen to me heeeelp)

Also I felt so bad for Trey during this because he knows the most about Riddle’s reality and he is the entrenched in it himself. Riddle’s mom screamed at him for five hours as a child and he’s scarred from everything that happened with Riddle and his mom as a kid and yet now he’s supposed to just walk into Riddle’s house like nothing’s wrong. That must be so jarring and unsettling. Props to Trey for managing to do that honestly that’s freaking terrifying.

Also I can’t with all of those pictures on the wall. What do you mean he hates his real life so much that in his dreams his entire memory has become fabricated. His real life memories are completely different from his dream memories. And what do you mean that in his dream his parents are together and they love him and neither of them are mages and he just lives a happy and normal life?! What do you mean?!

Also, even though his parents love him in the dream, his mom has been so awful to him irl that even though everything is fake he can’t even actually picture her face saying nice things to him so it’s just the house talking to him. That’s so awful!

Also then we get this whole reference to the scene in Alice in wonderland where Alice has the big tears and people are drowning. Except it’s tea this time lol. Also Riddle crying that he wants to get out of the house is so sad even in his dreams he can’t escape agshdjdjdj. Omg Cater is so funny in the drowning scene though, he’s just like stop crying we’re gonna drown lmao. Also I know Chenya is fake but it is still so unbelievably funny how he is literally drowning in tea and yet he just has this huge smirk on his face the whole time lol. Chenya’s so silly.

Also the house became so creepy omg I saw someone saying it looks like an rpg maker horror game and like it really does! Specifically I think it really looks like Sunny’s house during the truth sequence of Omori.

Speaking of rpg maker horror games, Malleus was really channeling his inner rpg maker horror villain this update. Poor Idia lol. My condolences to Idia, he’s become the main character of an rpg maker horror game. I dunno Idia if we are going for Omori parallels then maybe you should open that door.

And then later when he gets pulled deeper the dream reflects false desires. To have control over the dorm while everyone bows down to him is was he thinks he wants but not his actual true desire. That’s why in the second layer of his dream even though he is in power, he still seems miserable because we know that he doesn’t even want to be a mage in the first place, much less have all of these rules.

And then Chenya pushes him over and he gets tangled in his cape lmao. That was so funny and then the screen is just Riddle with his feet in the air lmao. That outfit is not conducive to getting up from a fall.

But omg when the darkness is telling him that in the dream they respect him while irl he is isolated it’s so sad. Because he knows that irl his rules and strictness (and OCD) isolate him and that’s why it’s so difficult for him to make friends. He understands that he is lonely because he is a control freak like this, and yet it’s the only thing that he knows how to do because it’s all he’s been taught. (And also because he’s mentally ill you see).

This is all so sad I can’t. Twst! How could you do this to me?!

Anyway, in conclusion punk band Riddle is the most amazing thing to ever grace my eyeballs just look at him. We need a Riddle vocaloid band rhythm game spinoff immediately actually. Also his new fit is absolutely slaying look at him go!

Now I must wait in agony for the next hour and a half or so to be translated by the great and amazing fandom hero, gasmask.